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Demons. Cultist. Monsters. The world has always been an anomalous place. In the fall of 2017, a group of University of Pennsylvania students find themselves over their heads in supernatural events. Friends are dying. People are disappearing. And now they must find the source of all the pandemonium if they hope to survive… or stay sane. Do you dare to join them?

Penns & Needles is a Discord based, mslash horror turn based RPG comprised of original characters. We are now open to the public. We are currently only looking for humans.

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Hi there, I was wondering if your RP was male Oc's only o if girls were accepted as well? Thank you!

Everyone is welcome! 

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Demons. Cultist. Monsters. The world has always been an anomalous place. In the fall of 2017, a group of University of Pennsylvania students find themselves over their heads in supernatural events. Friends are dying. People are disappearing. And now they must find the source of all the pandemonium if they hope to survive… or stay sane. Do you dare to join them?

Penns & Needles is a Discord based, mslash horror turn based RPG comprised of original characters. We are now open to the public.

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Demons. Cultist. Monsters. The world has always been an anomalous place. In the fall of 2017, a group of University of Pennsylvania students find themselves over their heads in supernatural events. Friends are dying. People are disappearing. And now they must find the source of all the pandemonium if they hope to survive... or stay sane. Do you dare to join them?

Penns & Needles is a Discord based, mslash horror RP comprised of original characters. We are now open to the public.

rules. apply.

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Demons. Cultist. Monsters. The world has always been an anomalous place. In the fall of 2017, a group of University of Pennsylvania students find themselves over their heads in supernatural events. Friends are dying. People are disappearing. And now they must find the source of all the pandemonium if they hope to survive... or stay sane. Do you dare to join them?

Penns & Needles is a Discord based, mslash horror RP comprised of original characters. We are now open to the public.

rules. apply.

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Demons. Cultist. Monsters. The world has always been an anomalous place. In the fall of 2017, a group of University of Pennsylvania students find themselves over their heads in supernatural events. Friends are dying. People are disappearing. And now they must find the source of all the pandemonium if they hope to survive... or stay sane. Do you dare to join them?

Penns & Needles is a Discord based, mslash horror RP comprised of original characters. We are now open to the public.

rules. apply.

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Are there any band species?

Hi there! The only supes that we’ve banned are God and the Devil or anyone that would have an ability to “Godmode”, for that matter. Other than that, everything is fair game! 

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The mod team has voted, and we are very pleased to welcome your fae to the RP, Dustin!

OOC

Name: Dustin Timezone: EDT Activity Level: Medium Are you over 18? Yep Are you OK with potentially triggering content? Yes Discord Username: Dustin#5965

IC

Character Name: Jiminy Flick Character Age: Ageless. Appears 30-something. Character Occupation: Shop Owner Faceclaim: Jared Padalecki Sexuality: Demisexual

Biography: Gwrtheyrn, Caratacos, Alpin, Caleb, Thomas, Jiminy — he’s went by countless names in his infinite lifetime, and may have forgotten what they called him originally. In Avalon he existed long before time was constructed, which makes knowing his actual age impossible. Time has never been a concern of the fair folk, and works much differently in his homelands. It took patience, and much study, to acclimate to life among humans. They have always been foolish, careless creatures. And fragile. Still, the fae found them incredibly endearing and entertaining. He’s lived on earth around a millennia. Slowly, he amassed wealth, and learned how to safely live alongside humans and the other strange creatures that occupy this plane.

He spends a decade, sometimes several, in one location before eventually transporting to a new location via magic, vanishing as if never there. He runs his shop out of amusement, not necessity. Interacting with the various beings that visit the Valley Tome makes the work worthwhile. Typically, he keeps his nose out of human affairs - even conflicts between other ‘supernatural’ species. It is rare for him to take a liking to a being, but has certainly happened quite a few times before - much like an owner to a pet. Jiminy has lived in a small town in Pennsylvania for about 8 years. Just when things seemed to become dull, and he decided to move on, did strange events begin to take place in the town. Intrigued, the aos sí decided to stick around a bit long to see how interesting things may become.

for supes

Species: Fae ( Aos Sí ) Origin: Avalon Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Supernatural form: His height and shape remain the same as his human appearance. His hair is a bit longer, and turns fiery red in color - it flows softly when he moves, almost as if submerged in water. His skin appears almost like porcelain, and has a faint glow. Facial features are similar, though a little sharper, and the cartilage of his ears are long and pointed.

for teachers/townies

Profession: He owns a shop called Valley Tomes. To most, especially humans, it seems like just a normal little bookshop in town. Most of the walls are lined floor-to-ceiling with overflowing bookshelves. There’s a doorway in the back that leads to the lavatory on the left, Jiminy’s office on the right, and further back is a door for a staircase that leads upstairs. Only certain people - mainly supes with magical affinity, or those permitted access by Jiminy - are able to open the door, or even notice it. The second floor is much larger than the actual building. He sells a wide array of magic-related items and various supernatural paraphernalia, aside from the books on the first floor of the store. Living Situation: When Jiminy opens the door to the staircase it leads down to a massive, lavish subterranean loft.

please include a writing sample, it doesn’t have to be long. preferably in character.

“If the real you is up here with us, who was that downstairs?” The young woman looked to the shopkeeper with a curious expression, and Jiminy smiled. “A magical doppelgänger - nothing out of the ordinary,” he told her. Her look of confusion deepened. “That’s ordinary?” she asked. His eyes narrowed, and he sighed softly as he leaned closer to her. “It would be safe to assume you’re rarely ever speaking to the me that is the actual Jiminy. And that is actually quite extraordinary, don’t you think?” He eyed her questioningly, and a smirk curled her lips, unsure if she believed him to tell the truth. “So,” he said, “are you going to tell me what you’re looking for, or just stare at me all afternoon?”

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Demons. Cultist. Monsters. The world has always been an anomalous place. In the fall of 2017, a group of University of Pennsylvania students find themselves over their heads in supernatural events. Friends are dying. People are disappearing. And now they must find the source of all the pandemonium if they hope to survive... or stay sane. Do you dare to join them?

Penns & Needles is a Discord based, mslash horror RP comprised of original characters. We are now open to the public.

rules. apply.

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We have almost hit our member cap, so get those apps in if you want to join!

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The mod team has voted, and we are very pleased to welcome your student to the RP, Leo!

OOC

Name

: Leo

Timezone

: GMT+8

Activity Level

: Daily

Are you over 18?

 Yes

Are you OK with potentially triggering content?

 Yes

Discord Username

: blazeinblack#9071

IC

Character Name

: Blaze Morton

Character Age

: 18

Character Occupation

: Student

Faceclaim

: Xavier Samuel in 

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Sexuality

: Homosexual

Biography:

Even though he was relatively attractive and received good grades – what his father called ‘being a know-it-all’ – Blaze felt like an outsider his entire life. His mother died under mysterious circumstances when he was a small child and had to grow up with his bitter father, a mechanic who had no time for a kid like Blaze, someone who was creative and sensitive and inquisitive. Everything his mother was. See, Blaze reminded his father of his late wife, which only made him miss her more, so he pushed Blaze away. That led Blaze to grow up hating his father, and by the time he reached high school, they barely said a word to one another.

High school was also the time Blaze became interested in witchcraft, the supernatural and everything to do with the Occult. His father grumbled and jabbed at him every time he caught him reading some ancient grimoire text online or if one of his ‘goth’ friends came over. But it became abusive when he started to wear mascara and dress all in black. Feeling like an outsider made him dress like one. But when his father drunkenly attacked him one night, spewing homophobic insults, Blaze packed his stuff and couched surfed for the rest of his entire senior year. One of the ‘freaks’ he was called at school, but he didn’t care. Not anyone. He couldn’t wait until he could move away and go to college in another state. He dreamt about getting in on a scholarship and being able to find some of his people. He applied everywhere. The location didn’t matter, really.

Luck was on his side when he was offered a scholarship to attend the University of Pennsylvania. He moved on campus and was able to feel normal for once. Finally, after an entire life of research, he got the courage to join a support group for people who believed either they themselves or their family members, friends or colleagues were victims of crimes perpetrated by supernatural creatures. It was only a week later when weird things started happening to him – things he began to remember had happened before, around the time his mother was mysteriously killed – that he realized that everything he had learnt was true.

Grade level: Freshman Major: Mythology Minor: Greek Drama Extracurriculars: PennU Occult Society, Living situation: On-campus dormitories  Being the main contributor to the PennU Occult Society blog – as well as his own podcast and blog – was starting to eat into Blaze’s study time, which in turn was starting to reflect on his grades. He had already received two emails from different professors checking up on him. He figured the school was doing their ‘duty of care’ responsibility, considering ever since he mentioned to his Ancient World Studies professor that he was reinvestigating his mother’s murder, he had not only been visited by a counsellor from the school, but had also received a call from the head of the department and an email from the administration’s office telling him he was eligible for free counselling sessions. That was when he realised he wouldn’t mention something like that again. It was just as well he decided not to mention the whole supernatural part to them. Not if he wanted them to think he was schizophrenic as well as just, well, weird. 

Despite all that, Blaze had his own suspicions about this particular professor, the one who he told about reinvestigating his mother’s murder. He didn’t want to admit it or even say it out loud, but something inside him told him he wasn’t human. Everything he read, especially about werewolves and wolf-shifters, seemed to suggest that the Professor was more beast than man. Everything from the way he was suspiciously absent from some night classes to the way he turned up at class some days, all dishevelled and on edge. He was also prone to outbursts and had a habit of staring at some of the younger male students.

Blaze knew there was something there, something the Professor was hiding. But it was just going to have to wait. He had more important things to worry about, like how ever since he joined the Victims of Supernatural and Occult Crime Support Group, he felt like he was being watched.

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The mod team has voted, and we are very pleased to welcome your siren to the RP, Tai!

OOC

Name

: Tai

Timezone

: GMT-6

Activity Level

: moderate, I’d say 7/10

Are you over 18?

yes!

Are you OK with potentially triggering content?

sure am!

Discord Username

: Taii#6098

IC

Character Name

: Cameron ‘Cam’ McKenna

Character Age

: 22

Character Occupation

: Mechanic

Faceclaim

: Dacre Montgomery 

Sexuality

: Homosexual

Biography

: 

It is said that a siren can only live for as long as no one is able to resist their song and, so far, that has been true for Cameron.

As a male siren, Cameron has always wanted more than the life of ship-wrecking and sailor-drowning most of his sisters indulged in so he set to travel the Earth, using his immortality to explore every corner and his gifted voice to lure people into his trap, since sirens tend to feed off the flesh of their preys, other than crustaceans. 

A wanderer, Cam found himself in the weirdest corners of the world, somewhat settling down in a picturesque town in Pennsylvania, working as a mechanic to pay the bills and pass the time. Running away from home and settling down alone, severing all ties with his family proved to be quite easy for Cameron had never been close to neither of them; his father too busy and abstent, his mother spending all her time with the gods and his sisters being vain and conceited to pay attention to something other than themselves and their goals.

Unfortunately, Cameron adopted some of their worst traits, the once bright-eyed kid turning into a selfish, vain and arrogant man who’s favorite past time is luring boys into his waiting arms and toying with them, stringing them around for his own entertainment. His redeeming quality takes form in a caring, protective nature over the ones he lets in close enough, the ones he’s fond of. Species: Male Siren Origin: Son to the River God Achelous and the Muse Melpomene Alignment: Neutral Evil Supernatural form: Same build and height as human form although his body is made out of water now. Glowing eyes, often sea green or cyan, sharp teeth. Can disolve and reform at will while in this form. Leaves a trail of water droplets when he moves seeing as his form is not completely solid. for teachers/townies Profession: Mechanic Living Situation: Modest Apartment Writing Sample:

“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” Cameron asked, the dull look on the mortal’s eyes thrilling him to the bone. He’d missed this; the thrill a lure gave him, the power he felt coursing through his veins. He’d missed it; why had he stopped doing it in the first place? The blonde trailed a finger down the man’s chest, skillfully popping off the buttons of the shirt as he went and caressing flesh, feeling the wild beating of the man’s heart right under his fingertip. “Now, what to do with you? You’re a little too pretty too kill but way too hot to let you walk away unscathed… maybe we could have some fun, hey? What do you say, gorgeous?”

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The mod team has voted, and we are very pleased to welcome your zombie to the RP, Rocco!

OOC Name: Rocco Timezone: Gmt+10 Activity Level: 7/10 Are you over 18?: Yep! Are you OK with potentially triggering content?: Yep Discord Username: Rocky#7361

IC Character Name: Ryder Jordan Character Age: Nineteen Character Occupation: Waiter/Server Faceclaim: Charles Melton Sexuality: Bisexual

Biography

Born to a faithless father and a flake of a mother. Ryder already started off life in the dumps, only a week old and his mother up and left and hasn’t been heard from since. His father try as he may just never had a fatherly bone in his body, barely able to look after himself let alone a small child, so instead, Ryder was left to run wild and unchecked for years on end leaving the boy to grow into a pessimistic, angry, cocky, brash, domineering man. The exact kind of man parents tells their children to steer clear of.

Going through school was all to easy for Ryder, he became a self-entitled king upon men, becoming a popular jock thanks to his aptitude for basketball and his take no shit nonsense, this attitude became even more weighty as he graduated and secured a job at the local diner where his sometimes awful display of arrogance can cost the diner business.

However recently it seems the man has slowly started to acknowledge his approach to life, After a two week long holiday to Las Vegas where the man participated in an almost parade of depravity and debauchery Ryder returned feeling woozy, sick and the worst of all remnants of blood from various coughing fits, thinking nothing of it Ryder returned to his day to day life but sooner rather then later he was found dead in a pool of blood by his father who promptly also succumbed to death thanks to losing his only born. Hours later and sat on a cold metal table at the morgue did life spring back into Ryder’s body, and now what was once a kid, then a man was now nothing more than walking undead that seamlessly had control of whatever urges the movies seemed to teach humanity about zombies.

Now all he can do is live his undead life to the fullest as he hunts for answers on how or even if he can cure his affliction.

For Supes Species: Zombie (With semi control of his actions) Origin: Slept with a hot (and unknown to him at the time) zombie and contracted the virus via sex. Alignment: Neutral Supernatural form: None

For Townies Profession: Waiter at local Diner Living Situation: Trailer Park Resident

Writing sample;

“Are you fucking kidding me, get the fuck out of my way you twerp” Ryder snarled out as he shoulder charged into the male knocking him to the ground. Calm yourself Ry, you don’t want to go all walking dead on him and eat his flesh right, the raven-haired male thought to himself as he mentally slapped himself. It had been like this since he’d turned, all this boiling anger he seemed desperate to hide always tried to shimmer its way to the surface and explode in no doubt a messy and gruesome display, one which if he could he’d avoid, and so far it seemed to be going well for… for not at least. Ryder went to walk away before grabbing the guy by the hand and pulling him back up “Sorry dude, I was in a hurry, here let me buy you some food, I’ll be late for a stud like you” he gave the male a playful link and slinked his arm around the guys shoulders and walking off to the nearest café.

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Demons. Cultist. Monsters. The world has always been an anomalous place. In the fall of 2017, a group of University of Pennsylvania students find themselves over their heads in supernatural events. Friends are dying. People are disappearing. And now they must find the source of all the pandemonium if they hope to survive... or stay sane. Do you dare to join them?

Penns & Needles is a Discord based, mslash horror RP comprised of original characters. We are now open to the public.

rules. apply.

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Demons. Cultist. Monsters. The world has always been an anomalous place. In the fall of 2017, a group of University of Pennsylvania students find themselves over their heads in supernatural events. Friends are dying. People are disappearing. And now they must find the source of all the pandemonium if they hope to survive... or stay sane. Do you dare to join them?

Penns & Needles is a Discord based, mslash horror RP comprised of original characters. We are now open to the public.

rules. apply.

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The mod team has voted, and we are very pleased to welcome your student to the RP, Cory!

OOC

Name

: Cory

Timezone

: CST (GMT -6)

Activity Level

: Moderate? A post a day?

Are you over 18?

Yus

Are you OK with potentially triggering content?

Yus

IC

Character Name:

Duncan Ezekiel Hart

Character Age:

24

Character Occupation:

Starbucks Employee

Faceclaim

: Richard Harmon

Sexuality:

Homosexual

Biography:

Duncan is….not cool. He’s never even been cool, and even though he’ll lie and say he’s never wanted to be cool, really what teenager doesn’t want to be cool growing up? Duncan was always the dork. He wasn’t smart. He didn’t take advanced calculus, or run the STEAM team, or anything like that. So he couldn’t even claim to be a nerd. Just a dork. Reading Lord of the Rings, LARPing at conventions, and playing every video game he could ever afford, Duncan was pretty much destined to never have friends in his entire life.

Naturally it meant Duncan got bullied a lot as a kid. He got slammed against lockers, chased down streets, pelted with water balloons. Typical school bullshit. In high school he tried to tone down his dorkdom and blend in with the rest of the crowd, but the skinny kid with the hawkish nose just never…fit (nor could he kiss without stabbing someone in the eye). So of course he’d end up gay. Just one more thing that made him a giant sore thumb. He didn’t tell anyone for years. Not like anybody was going to be interested in the kid with long, perpetually greasy hair who wore sarcastic t-shirts that often did not pass the smell test, anyway.

It wasn’t until college that Duncan really found his stride. All those books he read had prepared him for something. Reading more books! Writing fanfics meant he could write papers, and those seemed to be all the rage in academia. Friends online became friends in real life, late nights over coffee playing DnD with humans he could stand and connect with. Duncan really flourished in college. He was still relatively unhygenic, and more of a recluse than was probably healthy, but he had roommates who liked him, and friends who tolerated him. And that was a win/win for him. Unfortunately, Avenue Q nailed it with “What Can You Do with a BA in English?” and so Duncan decided after only a single year that he’d go back for his Master’s. Maybe teach drama or english at some school. Help some other greaseball kid realize he isn’t a worthless little dork. You know, something inspiring that they could make one of those Erin Brokovich type movies out of. “Dances with Dorks” or something.

Who knew that a lifetime studying monsters and horrors in literature might one day be useful in the real world?

For Students

Grade level:

Master’s Program (1st Year)

Major

: Master of Arts - English Literature

Minor

: N/A

Extracurriculars

: Directing Community Theater, Youth Group Volunteer, DnD, So Many MMOs (WoW, GW2, ESO, FFXIV, etc.)

Living situation

: Shared Apartment (Roommates)

Writing Sample

“Marks marks marks,” Duncan said with a little urgency into the headset covering half his face, fingers flashing over the keyboard in front of him. He envied the DPS right now, because while they were horribly dying to ground AoEs he had to waste all his mana to keep reviving them and also do mechanics. A healer’s life was never easy. “Dae bae bae, I love you, but if you die to that god-damn AoE one more time I’m leaving you dead. I don’t have the time to keep hardcasting raise and keep the tank standing. Becca? If you can swiftcast VerRaise on…thank you!

Extra

healing for you!”

This was most nights in Duncan’s life. Talking to people he’d never met in real life but had known for three or four years at this point. They were all his friends. Which, honestly, was a sentence Duncan would never truly utter. People who wanted him around. It didn’t matter that they couldn’t see him or his greasy hair and his messy room. They wanted him around. Listened when he said things. He was pretty certain Elvie was underage and just lying about it, but you know he wasn’t interested in her anyway, so who was he to judge?

They had nearly gotten their clear for the week when he started hearing alarms on cars going off in the street outside his apartment. Duncan lived on the second floor, so he didn’t usually pay attention, but this wasn’t just one alarm. This was all of them. Then Duncan heard the shattering of glass, like someone just got in a wreck. He kept glancing back over his shoulder to see what was happening, even though his curtains were closed and he wouldn’t be able to make out anything. He’d open them after they killed the boss, “Fuck! Sorry TJ! My bad. Something’s happening outside my apartment. Getting a raise and..shit. I’m down. Go Becca. VerRaise! VerRaise! No! No! Noooooo! So close!” Duncan said, pissed at himself for getting distracted over nothing and causing the party wipe. “I'ma get something to drink and then we can go again. Eat your food guys.”

Duncan put his headset down on his desk and swiveled his car around just in time to see someone hurtle through the wall into his bedroom. Not the window. The wall. Bricks were knocked loose from their mortar and dust and glass rained all over his room as someone…no…something…lay whimpering in pain on his floor. He barely even noticed that he was not covered in a bunch of small cuts and shards of glass. Or that he was sort of bleeding. “Holy shit…”