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I’m not sure how many people still play Far Cry 5, but the good news is that this roleplay does not require any previous knowledge of the game! Only general information about the world will be needed, which I will include below just in case.

OFFICIAL GAME SUMMARY: “Welcome to Hope County, Montana, land of the free and the brave, but also home to a fanatical doomsday cult—known as The Project at Eden’s Gate—that is threatening the community's freedom. Stand up to the cult’s leaders, Joseph Seed and the Heralds, as you spark the fires of resistance that will liberate the besieged community.”

THE FATHER:

  • Joseph Seed. A megalomaniac and the founder/leader of a religious terrorist group known as “Project at Eden’s Gate”. The second eldest brother and overseer of the heralds.

THE HERALDS:

  • Jacob Seed. The eldest brother. A war veteran and the main soldier of Eden’s Gate. He’s responsible for forcing locals into the cult and brainwashing them into “culling the weak”. He also trains “Judges”, stronger and far more aggressive than average wolves.
  • John Seed. The youngest of the brothers. Also known as the confessor or “The Baptist”. Responsible for security, and has a penchant for engraving one’s sins into their skin.
  • Faith Seed. The adoptive younger sister and the manufacturer of Bliss, a euphoria-inducing drug that is used to create “Angels”, people so drugged up on Bliss they don’t feel pain and follow orders without question.

If you have any questions, I would be more than happy to answer them. For now, all you need to know is that our characters are members of the resistance fighting against Eden’s Gate!

The plot for this roleplay begins with your character seeking a partner to aid them in taking out a cult outpost. They hear rumors about a cult spy pretending to be part of the resistance, but the information is scattered and there’s no solid evidence. Coincidentally, they happen to run into a sniper specialist that appears to be dead set on taking out the cult. From there on they become that tag-team duo from hell, unstoppable forces until, just maybe, they aren’t.


RULES:

  • andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply.
  • LGBT+ Friendly!
  • Cussing is fine unless otherwise stated.
  • References to sex are fine, but nothing explicit. If you want to write it, please do so elsewhere.
  • Unless I've roleplayed with you before, please include a writing sample. This can be any creative piece of writing, including a link to another roleplay you've participated in!
  • There's no word limit for responses, but I do expect you to be able to keep a good flow and be conscientious of others' replies.
  • I retain the right to add more rules or change them as I see fit. If at any point you feel like I'm being unreasonable, please let me know and we can work something out.

CHARACTER SHEET:

Name:
Other Names: (optional)
Nicknames—
Preferred Names—
Aliases—
Gender:
Age:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Body—
Face—
Hair—
Clothes—
Extra—
Backstory: (optional, but recommended)
Personality:
Specialty:
Gear:
Other: (optional)


Name: Bailey Hansen
Other Names:
Nicknames— Bay, Lee, Baileybee (only his grandmother)
Preferred Names— Bailey
Aliases— TBR
Gender: Male; he/him
Age: Twenty-six
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Body— 5’8”, mesomorphic body type, athletic, muscular, olive-toned skin, tanned.
Face— Rounded, defined jawline, stubble along the jaw, a small scar at the top of his lip, dark chocolatey eyes.
Hair— Cropped, curly black hair, unreasonably soft despite all the tangles.
Clothes— Black hoodie, beige jacket, dark, form-fitting combat pants, black combat boots, a judge wolfskin, black fingerless gloves.
Extra— His torso is incredibly scarred. He also has an old bullet wound scar on his shoulder.
Backstory: Born and raised in California, but moved to Hope County, Montana, when his grandfather died. He spent over a year looking after his widowed grandmother, helping her out around the house and such. Little over a year later was when Eden’s Gate began stirring. Bailey monitored the state of the assembling cult for months before finally determining Hope County was no longer a safe place to stay. At that point, however, it was too late. With the phone lines down and no way to contact the outside for help, he was effectively trapped along with the rest of the county. He tried to reason with Eden’s Gate, but his efforts only got him captured and tormented by Jacob, who passed him along to John after an impromptu visit by the youngest brother. It was only a mistake on a lackey’s part that he managed to escape. Not long after, he picked up a gun for the first time and he's been training himself to use them since.
Personality: ISTJ-T; Logistician. Unsociable and difficult to talk to at first, but beneath the writhing awkwardness is someone with a good heart. He doesn’t understand the large majority of social cues, and he misses obvious signals such as flirting or even outward contempt. Furthermore, he’s crap at expressing his own feelings. He’s blunt about everything but himself and generally tries to avoid the topic altogether. He only opens up to people who’ve earned his trust, at which point his inner awkwardness becomes even more apparent.
Specialty: Sniping
Gear: A gas mask, gas mask canisters, a portable radio, batteries, a ghillie cover, a handgun, a sniper rifle, ammo, a lockpick, a combat knife.
Other:

  • Tested positive for Asperger’s Syndrome when he was eighteen.
  • Stims when he’s stressed, typically resorting to cleaning his nails with his knife or flicking things. Occasionally, when he feels comfortable enough around a person, he’ll repeat certain words or phrases that catch his attention. He’s particularly drawn to fluctuating inflections.
  • A complete coffee addict.
  • Kill count is 34 and counting. He keeps track in a small notebook with notes of things he remembers about each person.

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Yay!! Thank you! :3
My friend has been hounding me to get the game for the almost year we've known each other, and I finally got it just last week. I've already put over thirty hours into it, so I'm super excited to lead another version of the adventure!

And take all the time you need! I look forward to seeing your character!

@EtherealDreamer

Name: Ronan Yarbrough
Other Names: (optional)
Nicknames— Ron, Ro
Preferred Names— Ro/Ronan
Aliases— none?
Gender: Male; he/him
Age: twenty-one
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearance: Ronan can be described as the classic 'Richie Tozier' kinnie, except for the glasses. Meaning he is taller and on the skinnier side, he has darker; milk chocolate tinted skin skin. And honey brown eyes
dark brown, floppy thick hair, that touches the bottom of his shoulders,
Body— he is a good 5'9, while skinny and frail, his upper arms are more muscular
Face— https://i.ibb.co/BVRc1SC/image.jpg
Hair—black, wavy, thick and floppy, while his hair is only to his neck, he has the sudden idea to chop it off sometimes.
Clothes— usually a black turtle next, topped with a flannel that consist of various different grays, black jeans, that are so big they hand off his waist; so he keeps them up with a dark brown belt, and black converse.
Extra— He had two identically long scars under his peck area; as a result of top surgery.
Backstory: (optional, but recommended) Ronan was the local charity case, his parents died when he was about 6 years old, sending him flying around the homes of family members who we're willing to take him, though most only lasted about a couple months, landing him in a foster home when he was about 9, where he was constantly adored by his foster parents, they accepted him for coming out as trans to them, and loved him, giving him the option of top surgery, yet they soon died after he moved out at the ripe age of 18.
Personality: Ronan is the smart-ass, sly friend, who always manages to sneak jokes in when around others; no matter the circumstances.
Specialty: Stealth
Gear: A small pocket knife, with a wooden handle; not to big; but big enough to do a lot of damage.
Other: (optional)

  • he was given the diagnosis of ADHD when he was just 14

  • he is ✨T r a n s✨ FTM (though he'll only tell you if he trusts you, or you ask about the scars on his chest; that were a result of top surgery)

@EtherealDreamer

Yay!! Thank you! :3
My friend has been hounding me to get the game for the almost year we've known each other, and I finally got it just last week. I've already put over thirty hours into it, so I'm super excited to lead another version of the adventure!

And take all the time you need! I look forward to seeing your character!

haha, never played it but I played a lil' bit of Far cry 3, due to my older brother, but that's about it, so excuse me if my knowledge isnt so great, but I read everything you wrote about it, and I'll try.
Also heres my writing sample:

He looked out over the edge of the quarry, his eye's stinging with the hot blood from the open wound above his eye.
shit shit shit he thought, one of his best friends, the love of his life; had just been pushed off the edge, by a source that Richie was unable to identify, due to the midnight sky and lighting. His head buzzed, ringing with thoughts for a few mere seconds, before she ran, and dived after Eddie, due to Riches speed while jumping off, he was able to catch up with Eddie quickly, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and the last thing he saw was the big, doe like eyes of the boy he had loved since he was 6 years old.

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I love him! The smart-ass types are my weakness lmao, I don't know why.

I think you had a typo in the "other" section where you wrote MTF, though, since it sounds like it's the other way around based on his pronouns and surgery.

I'll try to have the starter up within the hour, if you're ready!

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No worries! Also, I just saw your writing sample (which I definitely didn't forget to ask for in the first place), and you're all good to go!

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“Did you hear about the convoy incident?”

“What convoy incident?”

A man in a beige jacket quietly handed his money to a supplier as he fit the purchased ammo in his bag. No one else seemed to notice him, including the two gossiping men.

“One of John’s security details was destroyed early this morning. Three trucks, gone. Just like that.” There was a snap of someone’s fingers and Bailey pushed aside the impulse to do the same from where he stood. “Some people are speculatin’ it was Seven.”

“You mean the spy?”

Bailey’s gaze drifted to the gossipers. He finished zipping up his bag and slung it back over his shoulder, checking that his rifle was still firmly secured to it before moving.

“We dunno if he’s really a spy. Doesn’t seem very spy-like to destroy one of his own convoys, now does it?”

“Unless it wasn’t him. Did anyone actually see who did it?”

“Well, no… But John said—”

“Do you really want to take the word of a psychopath? Look, if you wanna go around hoping a guy with all seven deadly sins carved into him is gonna save the day, by all means. Just don’t expect me to enable you,” one of the men warned, patting his apparent friend on the shoulder before heading off to the garage.

Bailey passed them both, heading instead to the small, makeshift bar nearby. With any luck he would find some useful information that wasn’t rumors about Seven or talk of John’s pledges of vengeance. He’d heard enough of those to last a lifetime.

He stepped inside, almost grateful he’d left his wolfskin in his bag when he didn’t immediately draw the attention of the whole room. He wandered over to the counter and asked for water, keeping his ears and eyes perked for anything interesting.

Which is why it was such a surprise to realize someone had at some point approached him from behind without his realizing. He visibly jumped when he laid eyes on him, then awkwardly averted his gaze to sip from his glass.

@EtherealDreamer

Ronan turned around to face the stranger as he had accidentally bumped into him, and wanted to apologise. He turned around and faced the stranger, who was drinking from a cup of water.

"woah sorry bout that, really hard to get pushed around in here, considering i'm the human version of a stick bug-"

he said jokingly, motioning to the men rough housing a couple feet from them; with his thumb. He observed the slightly taller guy, and the way his hand gripped his cup of water, very strong Ronan thought, considering his knuckles were turning a lighter color from his strong grip.

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Bailey followed the stranger's gaze to the roughhousing and cracked a small smile. "No worries. Just caught me a little off guard, is all."

Normally the sniper would leave it at that and move elsewhere, but there was a niggling little voice in his head reminding him of the real reason he'd stopped by. "So, uh… I'm Bailey. What brings you here?" he forced himself to ask, although he was genuinely curious about this newcomer. He set his glass back down, absentmindedly running his thumbs along the rim while he spoke.

@EtherealDreamer

Ronan gave a soft smile, before responding with "nothing really…just scouting the area I guess." And picking at a scab on his left hand, looking around wildly, he thought the guy was being oddly nice, which made him very suspicious.

"What about you?"

He asked curiously.

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Scouting? "Are you a fighter for the resistance, then?" Bailey wondered, perhaps a little too much interest bleeding into his tone. Realizing he had yet to answer the question meant for him, he quickly added, "That's what I am. It's why I'm here, actually. I'm planning on going after the outpost east of here."

@EtherealDreamer

Ronan scoffed playfully "i don't fight for the resistance, I just try to survive honestly." He said quietly "though I do think the resistance is a good idea, I might join it at some point" he admitted truthfully. He tilted his head to one side, and furrowed his eyebrows together in curiosity "outpost? what's an outpost?" he asked curiously "sorry, I don't know many terms most people do, considering most of them are in the resistance, and I don't talk to many people" he added