Divider Credits: Moonshadow on TH
Art & Plot Credits: Me

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The sun sets on the sleepy town of Marion, a small community with only a few hundred residents to its name. As the stars peek out and the moon tumbles over the horizon, this tiny little village settles down for a good night's rest.

Twelve individuals, however, have something much more exciting planned for the evening.

-Marion Manor-

Everyone has their own suite in the manor, decorated to their tastes. Suites come complete with a bedroom, bathroom, lounge area and small kitchen stocked with their favorite snacks/ingredients. Each room also has a balcony with a view over the back garden. A mandatory curfew is put in place: Everyone must retreat to their rooms by ten so that characters may use their abilities.

The main dining room is used almost solely for evening dinner, which is heavily encouraged to attend. Characters are prompted to sit around the table and discuss their fellow captives' fates while they eat from a wide selection of meals. While characters may discuss other people's roles at any time, during dinner is the only time they may act on their suspicions by verbally voting for a character. Characters are not required to vote for anyone and may choose to hold their tongue if they please. Votes will be tallied and the majority vote will be removed from the room, never to be seen again. Some roles also have abilities that may be used during this time.

The back garden is the only area characters can access outside. It is surrounded by thorny hedges too tall to climb and too deadly to squeeze through, so there is little to no chance of escaping. The area is filled with a variety of flowers and trees and has several hidden spaces meant to give privacy to those within.

Any other rooms are open for exploration. It will be up to the players to decide what sits behind the door they’ve opened.

-Rules-

-This is a Semi-Lit to Lit Roleplay. 5 full sentences, with decent grammar, are required in each post.

-Two posts weekly is the minimum, unless otherwise excused. If you need help deciding what to write, I’m willing to assist.

-Players who don't post at all will be allotted one warning before they are removed from the RP altogether. If a character is removed, a sign up slot will open to replace them.

-Everyone should get a turn to post! If I notice a handful of characters hogging the spotlight or someone not participating at all, I will create a posting order.

-This roleplay utilizes both a Forum and Den Messages to keep player roles secretive. Please make sure to DM me when prompted.

-Swearing is fine but don't go overboard with it!

-Any and all pairings are allowed as long as those involved in it agree. This includes LGBTQ+ and nonmonogamous relationships.

-Questions/comments about your roles should be DMed to me! Anything else belongs in the discussion forum. I’m subscribed and active every day so I will be available to help you.

-Don't get salty if your character gets injured or dies, you knew this could happen! It is more likely than not that your character will perish.

-No Metagaming! This includes PMing players to have secret conversations. Just roleplay an interaction happening if you want to share something with someone. If a character somehow gains knowledge they shouldn’t have, I will know and they will be kicked.

-This role play has a definite end! Do not complain when I put this ending into motion!

-Posts-

I (Ellyllon) control time for this roleplay. You may post small timeskips of an hour or so, but not to extremes as the manor runs on a schedule. Players will be notified when it is time for discussion, curfew, and end of curfew. Posts from me will often be impersonal and rather broad, meant to provide information and move along the plot rather than address anyone.

The Gamemaster (played by Ellyllon) is the owner of this manor and the one who bestows roles. They are always watching and will speak to you through the intercoms. Occasionally…

Other non-player characters played by me may include the manor staff, though these characters may also be controlled by anyone else as well. Feel free to use them as you wish.

When choosing to use an ability, please PM me as to who you would like to affect. Characters can only use their abilities during discussion and after curfew, depending on the role.

Posting Format:

Name | Gender | Age | Sexuality | Mentions:
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The sun sets completely and the people of Marion all retreat to their homes for the night.

Our protagonists take this time to get ready, doning their formal wear and procuring a mask to wear to the party. Invitations slip into coat pockets and purses and our guests begin to make their way towards the manor. Some arrive in cars while others prefer to walk. All of them, however, pass through the grand wooden doors. One by one, they are ushered through the halls by butlers and maids, towards the star room of the manor.

The ballroom has seemingly come to life tonight. Potted plants and tangled vines bring the outdoors in and the large sloping windows open up a beautiful view into the back gardens. Fairy lights and chandeliers light the space, shining down on the banners and tapestries that cover the walls. Tables and chairs are scattered about in a ring, opening up into a large dance floor in the center. Food and drinks are displayed apon buffet tables on either side of the door, offering a wide selection of finger foods to choose from.

A second floor is present in the room as well, a grand marble staircase leading up from the middle to branch into the two balconies. Red stanchions prevent the guests from climbing up, but the railings are decorated with various flowering vines and a rich carpet covers the steps.

Hazel Jones | F | 21 | Straight | M: Open

Hazel got out of the taxi as they pulled up to the manor. After paying the driver she glanced up at the large mansion that lay before her. Well it's surely bigger than I was expecting. The truth was Hazel had no idea what to expect, she didn't even know how whoever was hosting this knew her. “I mean I did say I wanted to socialize more and then the next day I got the invitation-” Hazel thought aloud. Oh enough thinking! She stepped up to the manor and opened one of the large wooden doors stepping inside.

Inside the manor was even more luxurious than Hazel could've imagined. Before she had time to glance around more Hazel was ushered into a larger room, known as the ballroom. She was glad that for once in her life she chose to wear a dress as the party did seem formal with all the decorations.

Feeling a bit hungry and having no idea what else to do Hazel walked over to the food table and decided to linger there as she waited for the rest of the guests to arrive. Looking down at the large assortment of finger foods she selected some fancy looking cheese, and started to eat it. Wow, the food here is really good! She noticed someone else arrive, and self consciously smoothed her braided hair, hoping it didn't look as bad as she thought it did.

Aaron Cardinal | Male | 24 | Heterosexual | M: Hazel Jones

Aaron jabbed his heels into the horse again. The creature had slowed down into a pleasant walk, but tonight was not for such things. He was going to be late and he wasn’t sure if the Gamemaster would tolerate tardiness, but he wasn’t going to chance it. His car had run out of fuel twelve miles from the manor and he had “borrowed” this horse from some riding camp after walking some distance. The animal was obviously only used to a pace quicker than a trot for short periods of time. I knew I should’ve grabbed the other one, Aaron thought regretfully. The only reason why I chose the one with a whitening face was because he was scared he wouldn’t be able to control a younger one. His experience with horses only came oh so far.

By the time he had reached the manor, the animal was tired and Aaron’s rear felt like falling off. He realized with worry that he smelled like horse and sweat. It was a terrible way of introducing himself, but he had no other way. There was no shower available and even if there were he hadn’t the time to take one, even though he had made it with some time to spare. He brushed off any dirt that was his dark, bluish-green suit and prayed that he looked presentable. He wished that he had a mirror. With a sigh, he straightened his black tie that was over a plain white shirt. Quickly he touched his hair, making sure that it was still tied up in a bun. It was but was messy. However, he could make do with messy. It was in style. He just hoped that it was messy in the right spots.

He dismounted the poor beast and looked up in awe. The large, mountainous doors dwarfed him by their glory and for some reason, he almost felt like kneeling. But he resisted the light urge and started to enter the building. Then he remembered his mask. From one of his deep pockets, he revealed a venetian mask. The base color matched his suit’s, but there was a fancy wave of dim-gleaming silver that washed over the left side. Then, he finally pushed open the doors.

The room was clean and glamorous. It seemed that it could glow if it wanted to. A butler stepped up to him and politely asked him to follow him. Aaron nodded quickly and switched the side that his satchel was on. It held his clothes and some valued possessions. During the less than comfortable ride, the shoulder that it had been resting on felt like falling off and dying. The butler led him into the ballroom which already contained some guests. He pulled his guide aside before he joined the throng and told him about his horse that waited outside.

“Just take care of it.” He told him, who nodded in understanding as if this had happened before (this made him wonder how often it did happen).

Aaron was attracted to the food line immediately and began to pile different foods on a plate. Ooo, chocolate covered strawberries! He thought greedily as he piled four on his plate. He hadn’t had those in forever. Some sliced chicken followed after and then some rosemary crackers. Then he spotted some cheese and made his way for it. He smiled at the woman beside him who always was having a nibble as well. He waited for her to finish getting some when he picked up three chunks of it. He loved cheese. He looked over at the girl. She had a pretty face and owned a pair of charming eyes. He noticed her braid and it was neatly done as if she had years of practice, which he had no doubt that she had. He bit into one of the pieces of cheese and decided to save the strawberries until last. Maybe they could share the plate and maybe something else later.

“Hi,” He said with another flash of his white teeth after he swallowed his food. “Cheese is delicious isn’t it?”