Welcome to Surrender Dawn. Before starting your journey, make sure that you read everything that's on the Beginner's Guide Board:
First, make sure that you get to know the rules by which we manage our site and community.
For this, visit the Guide to Rules.
After that, it's fundamental to read all that there is to know about the world your character will be inserted into.
In order to do so, go to the Guide to Lore.
Lastly, please take a close look at all the mechanics that dictate our roleplay and its characters.
You can do this by checking out the Guide to Mechanics.
When you've done all of the above, you'll most likely be ready to start creating your character:
Create your Application Thread on the Character Creation Board.
To do so, follow the instructions on the Character Application Template Thread.
Once you're done, just copy the link of the thread and head over to the Grading Center.
To submit your application for review, use the General Submissions Thread.
We hope you enjoy your time with us! Happy Roleplaying!
Updates
11/11/19: Open for Beta Testing! Feel free to explore the site and start creating your characters! If you have any doubt feel free to contact a member of the Staff Team.
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[Three sharp metallic clangs sounded as the transmitter whizzed to life, a buzzing noise echoing for a few brief moments…]
I can't believe she convinced me to do this...
Alright. So. For all intents and purposes, I'm only doing this because my therapist says it's good for me. Like talking about stuff will get the demons out of my head. Or something. Beats me. She got really annoying about it so I figured I might as well give it a shot. Hopefully that'll get her off my back. Oh, and Shay? If you're listening? I only listened to you cause you're pretty easy on the eyes. And if you're hearing this I'm probably already dead, so... yeah, you should feel pretty guilty about dodging me for drinks all because of your professionalism shtick. These hands know how to do things, y'know?
I'm getting sidetracked. So yeah, if you’re listening to this, means one of two things happened. A: you killed me. Congratulations. You finally did it. Feel free to help yourself to all my stuff. With where I'm going I probably won't need it anymore. B: you’re stealing my stuff, which means you haven't killed me and I'm going to find out who you are, and when you realize that you should probably start regretting you didn't off me. Shaking in your boots yet? I would be. Just ask Gary. Glen? Whatever his name was. Something with a G.
And if it’s neither of the two, well…
[The feminine voice paused for several seconds, followed by a sigh...]
I’ve made some mistakes. It’s pretty hard to believe, I know. Me? Making mistakes? Hah. But, well... maybe I actually have, and maybe some more recently than others. Then again here’s the thing about mistakes: you learn from them. You’ve got to. Otherwise what's the point, right? Now keep in mind all of this is assuming that the theoretical concept of me making mistakes is true, which is kind of a stretch but regardless! ...Maybe learning from those mistakes is exactly what I’m doing. Taking each and every slipup I can and turning it into a lesson instead of some kind of excuse. I think.
Who knows, really? I don’t.
Guess I’ll just cut to the chase. It ain't easy for me to talk about this shit.
Though I honestly thought it would be. Easier, I mean. Thought a lot of things would be easier when I finally settled into this rat race and got the government and its enforcers off my ass. As much as I could, anyway. Thought a lotta things about a lotta things. Maybe that’s what makes me who I am. All my big thoughts and big plans. Hopes. Dreams. All that squishy nonsense. Y'know. The kind that makes you vulnerable. But when it comes down to it I thought actually talking about it would be simple. Y’know, just me, myself and I, talking from the heart. [Chuckles] I honestly didn’t think admitting my own mistakes to myself would be this difficult.
Okay, look. If I’m playing at honesty, and I think that’s what I’m doing here... maybe those hopes and dreams are all that really matters. I know I’ve had mine broken far too many times to count but somehow I still keep trying to piece them back together. Guess that’s what’s left of the human in me. Beyond all of those fake smiles and stupid jokes. Again, who knows? Not losing those hopes and dreams is the hard part, especially when half the time you're worried you finally ran out of glue. Life’s so full of distractions that screw your focus and mess everything up, makes those hopes and dreams a little blurrier.
That’s the power of “maybes,” I suppose. The temptation of… playing both sides of the coin.
Maybes give you wiggle room. And I gotta be honest here - I love me some distractions and I loooooooves me some wiggle room. But if I’m going to stay true to this whole “dear diary” crap, I guess what I’m trying to say is…
I’m sick of “maybes.” And, if I'm a straight shooter—and I'm nothing if not—then I gotta shoot straight… even when there ain't a cannon in my hand.
So, let’s keep this between me and you, yeah?
Here’s the deal: My name is Yazmyn Noir. You've probably heard of me.
