Kyo Isanagi's RP Examples, Warning: Viewer Discretion Advised

[Kyo Isanagi]

Example 1

Warning: Viewer Discretion Advised, Graphic Content

The skies were dark in the thickets of the British countryside this night, darker than usual. The blackness overcasting the sky is barely a shadow for the horrors that lay within though. In the darkest of the hillside thickets lay the ruins of what once was a peaceful thorpe nearly devoid of life due to its small size.

...Well now, it is most certainly devoid of life. Only this time, much darker, more disturbing and unholy reasons are the cause. Upon the ruins of the town stand great limestone mausoleums where there once were houses, and open graves line the streets, yet they are all empty. The city bustles with activity, yet not a single living soul is present in the metropolis... This is the home of the undead, the necropolis that is known as Nocturne, the city of death and eternal night.

The streets of the city are rank with the stench of decay and rotting flesh as the citizens bustle about. Most of them are pale shells of their former existence, with powdery white skin and little else to their gaunt forms. They converse and live almost like normal people, and are technically civilized, but with interests far more deviant than even the most depraved of human psyches.

Many of the corpses shamble their way to a large open-air rotunda, reminiscent of the ancient Roman Coliseum, and blood and mayhem are commonplace as well. Inside are hundreds if not thousands of the pale undead applauding the show underway. The previous encounter had seen two men who were on a hiking holiday thrown to a pack of ghouls and ravaged ferociously, the claws tearing throgh their flesh, resulting in a magnificent fountain of blood. That was only the precursor to the main event of the night.

From the far northern end of the arena steps out a very pale, very tall woman with a gaunt physique, blood-crimson eyes, long black hair, and pure, unnaturally white skin. The black leather armor she wore was adorned with many small, metallic studs, and at her side was a short sword. At the entrance of the woman, the arena roars with applause. This was Natasha the Pale, organizer of the nightly public bloodbaths known to the citizens of Nocturne as the Theatre of Blood. Behind her was a large man, looking heavily beaten and bloodied, bound by chains being lead out by two rotting, shambling corpses. Unlike the bustling citizenry of Nocturne, these were merely the laborers, the mindless, the zombies. Nothing more than rotting hunks of meat who were entirely indisposable to the public.

The cheering came to a crescendo until Natasha made her way to the center of the grounds, where there stood a large pole with a hook on it that has been long-stained crimson by the countless amounts of blood that was spilled on that spot. Upon reaching the center, Natasha raised her hand and in unison, the screaming crowd went eerily silent. With a casual wave of her hand, she dismissed the zombies who casually shambled away. The man, with a look of sheer terror in his eyes asked, "What... What are you going to do with me? Is it worse than the starving and the beating that I've gone through for countless days now?"

The woman gave off a small smirk that curled her lip enough to reveal the tips of two fangs/ In her heavy Russian accent she said, "My dear... Feel at peace. You will finally be released." The man looked almost hopeful before she lunged at him, sinking her fangs deep into the man's neck, causing him to yell with agnoy and the crowd to erupt into a brief cheer. After pulling back, her mouth stained with blood, she said, "That was to numb you. Call it mercy. The last victim wasn't so lucky."

The man paled even moreso and asked, "Victim? Victim of what?" Without even responding, Natasha grabbed the chain that was in between the handcuffs on the manacles he wore. Connected to that was another chain, this one aslo ending in a crimson hook. Carefuly drawing her short sword, she plunged the blade into the man's gut, causing him to scream yet again and the crowd to roar. After pulling back the blade and dropping it to the ground, she took the chain and placed the hook inside the wound inflicted upon the man.

Then, ever-so-slowly, she pulled the chain back. The chorus of agony wailed as the chain pulled back, aand along with it the sinew and muscle that lay inside the man's belly, his intestines being slowly pulled out with a rush of blood surging from the wound, and the occasional piece of gore to fall from the intestinal mass and onto the ground. Hooking the hook on the chain she held to the hook on the pole, she looked to the man and said, "Soon, son of the living, you will have your release. Feel grateful, you are giving the children of the night quite the show."

The man hadn't heard her, by now he was screaming his last breaths with the intenisty that only a dying man could provide. Turning to the crowd, she slowly grabbed the pole and turned it, causing the mass to extend further and the crowd to start back in its crescendo of applause. As Natasha slowly turned the pole, the mass of organs slowly beat and pulsed, open in the air where none should see it, the imagery causing the man to sstop yelling and vomit violently at the sight of his own intestinal tract be ripped from his abdomen. After three more vicious turns, the victim fell to his knees, spewing blood from his mouth, and wallowing the filth of his own blood, sick, and gore.

Natasha paused, faced the crowd, waved her hand in a circle, causing the crowd's applause to thunder until the arena itself started to shake. At the height of the cheering, she grabbed the pole and ripped it out of the gorund with a violent tug, yanking it out of the ground and the man to fall to the ground as the gore flew out of his gut, across the span of the chain, off the hook, and onto the ground on the far side of the pole, still pulsating all the while, oozing blood and bile for all to see.

Natasha threw down the pole, not even pausing for a bow as she strode out of the Theatre, stepping into the evacuated abdominal cavity of the corpse, which was now evacuating itself of all excrement and spasming violently. As the crowd roared at the sight of what was once living now dead in a most spectacular fashion, the pale woman muttered to herself, "Filthy living maggots. Their entire life they wallow in the filth of their doings. It is only fitting for this soul to perish thrashing about in its own filth."

Upon exiting the far exit from whence she came, Natasha saw two figures awaiting her. One was a man like herself, only shorter, stockier, and much more lavishly dressed and in red regalia. The other figure was devoid of any signs of life, now only a skeleton in tattered blue robes and a crown staring at her through two blackened eyes.

The pale man in red stepped up to her and said in a heavy German accent, "Natasha, my chosen. I can always count on you for such marvelous displays of hatred. That was quite the sight." Turning to the blue-clad skeleton, he asked, "Wouldn't you say so my lord?"

The skelton waved its hand and said, "Mikel, the matters of the living are trivial even in death. Stop glorifying what should have happened ages ago." Turning to Natasha, the skeleton said, "Natasha, I need your aid. There have been reports of the living coming this way. They fancy themselves hunters of the supernatural. They carry human firearms and overuse them at that. You are to take your strike force and a pair of ghoul shock troopers due east in one hour."

Natasha slouched herself upon being greeted by the man, Mikel, but addressing the skelton, she said, "Acerak, if it is only a handful of troops, do we even need shock troops?"

The skeleton Acerak grabbed Natasha by the throat with a hand engulfed in a red aura, causing the skin to sizzle and Natasha to scream in pain as Acerak said, "I said you ARE to take the troops. Is that clear?"

A rare look of fear crossed Natasha's face as her throat was being charred away by the superior undead as she cried, "Yes! Yes! It won't happen again!" With that, Acerak turned on his heel and said, "I expect you to bring back the whole suqad as new spawn by mission's end."

After Acerak left, Mikel helped Natasha to her feet and said in a low tone of voice, "Lord Acerak rarely fazes you so, are you alright?"

As she stood up, Natasha glared at her and said, "Master, he has not heisitated to destroy his most trusted lieutenants due to the most trivial errors. I did not want to risk that."

Mikel nodded and said, "Understood... Even I must be wary around him. See to it that you come back to Nocturne post-haste. I've already assembled your team and the ghouls are on their way. They will all be ready to depart at your command. now go."

Natasha bowed deeply as she said, "Yes master," before rising and striding off into the night. Tonight, Nocturne saw blood spilled, and by morning, will see new residents. The price? A few more numbers taken from the living. Such is the way of Nocturne. Spill the blood of the living, so that the bloodless unliving may rise to a new moonrise.

[Kyo Isanagi]

It was sunny on the baseball practice field at Tokyo University. Young men were on the field, practicing taking ground balls in the infield, playing catch in the outfield, and off to the side were several people throwing practice pitches.

One man that stood out among them though was an older man in a jacket that matched none of the coaches' or players' jackets. It was a jacket of the Amercian Major League's Cleveland Indians. Stretching his arm out, he said, "Good job boys, your pitches are looking a little good."

Watching some of the younger pitchers, he saw one in particular who was missing his partner's glove with some wild pitches. Walking over to the boy, he asked, "Tetsujin, you okay? Usually you're not so wild. Something on your mind?"

The young man sighed as he took off his cap and wiped the sweat from his face with it. "My apologies Isanagi-sama, but they penciled me in to start today. I'm just nervous is all."

Kyo laughed softly and said, "Ah yes, the first start. I remember my first start. It's a simple process really, here, watch me." Taking the ball from him, Kyo readied himself and focused on the student catcher's glove before tossing a slow fastball to him, directly on the mitt.

"The key," he said as the catcher threw back the ball, "Is just to focus on the glove. Batter tendencies can make you want him to re-call it, but if you're nervous, you can trust your team to back you up." Tossing the ball back to the pitcher, he said, "Think you can do that?"

After the pitcher gave a slight nod, Kyo reached into his pocket and gave him a small plastic pouch with two pieces of foam inside it. "Here, these are earplugs. It will help block out the noise and calm you down."

The student thanked Kyo before returning back to his pitching. Kyo smiled as he walked back to the coach, telling him tips on how to handle the starting pticher of the night. It was simple, coaching this team. It kept him close to the game, and helped him teach new players. It was peaceful... Something that after twenty-seven years of major-league work, was very appreciated.

[Firestorm]

Alright. Your first example was very thorough and kept a very steady flow. It showed a lot of imagery that made it look 'realistic' as if one were actually watching a horror film. The part of Natasha disemboweling the guy was purely entertaining to those who love a good horror story with much detail. Kudos to you for that.

There were a few typos here and there, and sometimes you mix present tense with past tense. Try to be careful on that as it can be confusing to the reader.

Your warning at the top was very appropriate to deter those with weak stomachs away from this, and it fit the setting and scenes very well.

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Your second example brought a new sense of feeling from the baseball world, and even though you do not mention it, through his actions one can feel and tell how Kyo feels about baseball. When he helped the boy, I could tell he wanted the boy to succeed.

It was also nice to have a scenery where you mentioned a specific setting, but yet focused more on the two main characters of the RP, and yet were still able to give the other lesser characters a scene. This is very good.

That being said I really don't think there's an appropriate level to place you. All you need to do is just slow down a bit when making a post. But typos will happen and there were very few of them. So this is something that is not an overly concern. That being said, you'll receive a PM stating what position I am offering to you. Should you agree, we'll go with the next step.