What's Your Saddest Rp Moment?

Uh... I have seen so many character's die.... So death's aren't really that special.
I would have to say it is when I had to go away for camp for a week and when I came back, I found that Alison Vigoli was dead. I was more sad about the fact of; I didn't get to kill her myself. ( @Ryciera )
 
Noahnanzium said:
((When Tim ripped off Vald's limbs))
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For me it'd probs be the death of my char Valdimar's wife Kurumi (@Ragnio )
She had planned it somewhat in order to move onto her new character, Vald's daughter, but the way she went out was just so serene and beautiful. Her passing was so damaging to Valdimar that he has felt a little broken and incomplete inside ever since.
 
Oromir said:
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For me it'd probs be the death of my char Valdimar's wife Kurumi (@Ragnio )
She had planned it somewhat in order to move onto her new character, Vald's daughter, but the way she went out was just so serene and beautiful. Her passing was so damaging to Valdimar that he has felt a little broken and incomplete inside ever since.
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....My saddest moment (Ahri): Val as a daddy.... ;___;
 
My saddest moment is when Jeff's girlfriend left him for some other dude... Jeff like stabbed himself in the gut for that. or when Jeff's love of his life was being killed by mages.
 
When my first char, Machiron died. I had gotten attached to the hybrid.
 
๖ۣۜI haven't had any moments yet that truly cause sadness, but I can feel it slowly appearing. Johnathan gathering more enemies, Nendai attacking more innocent characters, Sampson getting cornered by his brawls... I can tell you, something is bound to happen, and by golly, it is going here once it happens. The closest thing that made me feel a bit sad was Paul Beauveret's death by the hand (or shall I mention cane) of @BabaManga Celine Anahera. It wasn't fully RP'd out, it was only posted as a final thread, by having one of the last Beauveret die in such a way... I planned out his death with Babayonce, but I don't know what did it; it just made me die a little inside with him.
 
(EDIT: Sorry.)
  • Amphi disappear from the lore.
It's okay guys, all those emotions were fake.
Also, your character doesn't exist.

Cue the waterworks.
 
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2 situations.

Both were with my Vespid(Mekett) (It was called Vespid in the olden days, peeps) Silverveil.

The first one was with Charles Hickens.

Silverveil loved a woman, a human at that. It was an odd love interest for him since he never really had feelings of love for anything. With that, he was curious. One day, Charles Hickens knew this and invited him to smoke some Opium with him. He did so, and when he was high on Opium, Charles wasn't really high at this point, so he was able to get things working. He pinned Silverveil to the wall, by impaling him to the wall with a sword through his right arm. The woman came in, she was late, he invited her also. With that, hem made Silverveil watch the love of his life be stabbed and tortured to death, if giant bugs could cry he would've cried a river. Instead, all he could do was yell "Stop!" and "No!". After she was dead, Charles knocked him out. Silverveil lost the only person he ever loved in an instant.

The second saddest rp, was with Ebony Tezari. Silverveil sprinted to the prison with the knowledge of Ebony suddenly disappearing. He ran into the prison, and realized the door to the execution chamber was open. He sprinted down, hearing the voices of many beings. After running down many steps, he thought he had reached the bottom. Yet, when he ran out, it was the ledge above. He saw Ebony's being cut off. He cursed everyone in the room, and ran out. He basically caused the Tezari Massacre with those actions.

Woo.
 
Another saddest moment for me is when I couldn't get online during the Fahlein crisis, Phon would've had a glorious death there.
 
Hanneth's best friend @Melody6776 kill Luke @Luke_Fon_Fabre (her lover) slowly and painfully...after using nightmare hex on him to make him think that he killed Hanneth three times. Then thought the real Hanneth was just another trick. This broke one of my strongest characters.
 
As the sun set, letting the darkness take its hold over Regalia, a 60 year old man by the name of Vilkas Drenem was making his way out of the tavern. Upon walking into the street, he saw a young child being attacked by a tall palish individual. After seeing this happen, he ran as fast as he could to the child's aid just as the man brought his club down onto the little girls head, not hard enough to kill, but enough to put her in an unconscious state. Vilkas swung his cane at the mans head which forced him back from the young girl momentarily, which gave Vilkas enough time to swing another blow with his heavy hilted cane. The younger man got up with a rage boiling through his veins and struck Vilkas on the knee as he did, causing him to fall onto the stone cold road with a cracking noise ringing in the air. He fell back panting, trying to shuffle himself further from the man, but it was pointless. Grinning as he did, the man kept swinging at every limb Vilkas had, eventually causing the old man to lie there helpless. Pulling a dagger out from under his cloak, the man slowly slid it into Vilkas's chest which caused Vilkas to jolt in pain as he gasped for air. The man merely knelt there whilst saying:"Ye should have minded your own business you old coot..." as he slid the dagger out and threw it next to him. As the man raised his club to bring it down on Vilkas's head, his chest shot up in a pianful motion as the dagger pierced through his back and out the other side. The man tried to turn to see who had done this to him, but he fell down limp before he could find out that it was the little girl who had ended his life. While crimson slowly began to pool around Vilkas as he lay there, limp and dying, the little girl went up and gave him a hug before she rested her head on his chest. Vilkas had always been a very disturbed man in life, who was called mad more than he would like, managed to smile even through the amount of pain he was going through. They lay there until the morning finally came, and as the little girl woke up she tried to shake Vilkas in hopes to get him up to see the beautiful sun rise, but the old man lay there limp and lifeless, with a smile on his face.

~{This was the death of one of my rp characters x), best I could come up with}~​
 
When you nearly died. I'm talking about the third time. Not the recent seventh time.
 
When my Verkir (Thylan Vampire) ripped both arms off a nine year old, started to eat them, and then found a love note and necklace in the child's pockets...it was the first time I had cried from something besides pain in about two years. I thought i had no heart, but there may or may not be a rice sized something there.
 
Just reading the post about that Verkir made me cry ;')
 
I have had many, many sad moments role playing. I will just write on of them, in first person. I will apologize for all the mistakes, my memory fades rapidly

This was as Cynthia Enstein-
I will give a bit of backstory before I get to the part. Cynthia was close to Erfaron Rif, but she only got close to him at first to get information. She pretended to have feelings for him, even though she had a husband. Eventually, she grew to like Erfaron very much so, but knew it would be dangerous for others to know, so she kept quiet. Erfaron found out about how she used him for information, but did not realize that Cynthia actually loved him until later, if he ever did. Another thing I should say- Erfaron wore an amulet.
@mercer

--- As I walked down the street to the tavern, not sure what to do on that warn spring day, I thought about how long it had been since I had seen Erfaron Rif. Waving a bee away, I walked through the tavern and made my way toward the Old Golds Temple, where I knew Jhen frequented. Stepping through the doorway, I find him standing in front of the altar, his tail twitching back and forth cheerfully. Odd, i think, considering how there are still vampires all over the poor district. He turns to me, his fine hearing catching my soft footsteps on the ragged carpet. "I have good news, Cynthia. Erfaron was killed" Jhen says. I freeze a moment, the words not registering at first, then hot tears stream down my face. Sinking to my knees, I put my face in my hands and cry softly for a moment, as it is replaced with a burning anger, as hot as my fire. (she was a fire Mage) I look up at Jhen, who has a puzzled look on his face, and asks him who killed Erfaron. He shrugs, then confirms his lack of knowledge on the matter. I immediately run through Regalia, and end up in the tavern with sweat beading on my forehead. I frantically look around for a familiar face, and my eyes fall upon Ragrund ( @bennyboy5555 ). I run up to him and ask about Erfaron. He tells me little, tapping his nose in a strange manner. Ragur never gives into my pleas, so I walk away, a tear of defeat leaking from my eye as I look for someone else to ask. I notice someone that looks strikingly similar to Faron, and ask the stranger if he knew of Erfaron. He responded with "Yes, I am his cousin, Kevin". After some chat, I ask if be knew how Faron died. He doesn't know either. Something caught my eye as I walked away, Erfaron's amulet.

( Between then and the next part Kevin tries to kill Jhen multiple times, and Cynthia thinks all of their lives are in danger. Kevin gets Jhen to wipe Kevin's memory for the good of them all with a poison. Cynthia comes in )

--- I was taking a stroll through the park, enjoying the shade, when I saw Jhen and Kevin. I went running toward them, assuming Kevin was going to Jhen. Jhen signals for me to stop, so I slow down and reach them. Jhen was talking to Kevin like he was a small, dumb child who only remembers a few things. Which he did. I ask what happens and Jhen fills me in. Kevin got Jhen to get memory-erasing poison into his blood stream, and keep them all safe. Sending a slap at Jhen's face, I let him know what I think of that. Kevin looks at me in a strange way, so I start talking to him. He then asks me if I am mommy, and if Jhen is daddy. Both Jhen and I pause, not sure how to respond. Kevin repeats himself, and I tell him that I am his mother, because I don't know what else to tell him. Nodding slowly as Kevin embraces me, I put an arm around him. Then he takes a step back and fiddles with the amulet. My gaze lingers on the amulet a moment before I start conversation with a tired Jhen. "Mommy?" I hear. I turn to Kevin, trying to get used to the fact that a young adult was calling me mommy, who had once tried to kill me. "Yes?" I respond. He is staring at the back of the amulet, then shows it to me "Look mommy, what is this?". What I see wrenches my heart out of my chest. A girl's profile, looking strikingly similar to me, was drawn in the back of it with words etched under it. The words read: "Love lasts forever, even death cannot change that". I turn away from Kevin, not wanting him to see the tears flowing freely from my eyes. "Mommy why are you cr- " I interrupt him "K- Kevin, keep this s- safe, okay?" Kevin nods, and I walk a small distance away. I sit at the base of a large oak, my knees drawn to my chest as my tears drip onto the lush grass as I glance over to see a charred box, ashes spilling out of it.

No, I didn't actually cry, but it tugged at my heart strings a little bit. I also felt like writing. So, maybe later I will describe another sad RP moment.
 
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I'VE GOT A NEW ONE. This war just... No. @SupremeCripple
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Runi LaCosta lifted her head, her face stricken with tears. Tristan had only just left a few moments ago and she could barely believe it happened. She had no knowledge on the current conflict going on in the Coen's land, but, although a selfish perspective, wasn't concerned about it in the least. The only thing that pulsed through her mind was strictly Tristan's well being-- her father had left her when she was young and he didn't return. Would that happen again? The very thought caused her heart to sink further. Despite her inner turmoil, she forced her body to rise to her feet, her left hand rising upward to wipe away the combination of salty tears and day-old mascara from her cheeks with yet another whimper. Her lips still trembled.

She turned to meander up the stairs slowly, her crippling emotions weighing her down greatly, and eventually made it to the top floor where her clothing had resided. After gathering up her belongings-- Tristan's house key included-- she slipped on her leggings, skirt, corset, overcoat, and finally, her high-heeled boots, then traversed back down the steps and to the front door. Once locked up, she left the front facade of the home and wandered to the docks, each clack of her heel growing quicker in her pace. Eventually, she broke out in a run; however, she was too late. The ship was already well on its way to its destination, an enormous wake in the water's surface billowing behind it.

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All she could do was stand and stare. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest, but she proceeded to do what she had planned to do-- sing. It normally calmed her nerves. In a mournful melody, she parted her lips to softly breathe the words in a light, airy tone:

"Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all."

She paused, the tears now cascading down her face and her bosom heaved heavily as she struggled against the heated, melancholic emotion; however, she pressed on as the ship slowly met the horizon:

"Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call--"

Again, she faltered, this time crumpling to her knees. Her hands broke her fall forward and gripped bitterly at the dock's dusty stone flooring. With one last burst of strength, she managed to sing in a quavering voice, "Good night and joy be with you all..."

 
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Eliza_Nightly said:
I'VE GOT A NEW ONE. This war just... No. @SupremeCripple
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Runi LaCosta lifted her head, her face stricken with tears. Tristan had only just left a few moments ago and she could barely believe it happened. She had no knowledge on the current conflict going on in the Coen's land, but, although a selfish perspective, wasn't concerned about it in the least. The only thing that pulsed through her mind was strictly Tristan's well being-- her father had left her when she was young and he didn't return. Would that happen again? The very thought caused her heart to sink further. Despite her inner turmoil, she forced her body to rise to her feet, her left hand rising upward to wipe away the combination of salty tears and day-old mascara from her cheeks with yet another whimper. Her lips still trembled.

She turned to meander up the stairs slowly, her crippling emotions weighing her down greatly, and eventually made it to the top floor where her clothing had resided. After gathering up her belongings-- Tristan's house key included-- she slipped on her leggings, skirt, corset, overcoat, and finally, her high-heeled boots, then traversed back down the steps and to the front door. Once locked up, she left the front facade of the home and wandered to the docks, each clack of her heel growing quicker in her pace. Eventually, she broke out in a run; however, she was too late. The ship was already well on its way to its destination, an enormous wake in the water's surface billowing behind it.


All she could do was stand and stare. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest, but she proceeded to do what she had planned to do-- sing. It normally calmed her nerves. In a mournful melody, she parted her lips to softly breathe the words in a light, airy tone:

"Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all."

She paused, the tears now cascading down her face and her bosom heaved heavily as she struggled against the heated, melancholic emotion; however, she pressed on as the ship slowly met the horizon:

"Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call--"

Again, she faltered, this time crumpling to her knees. Her hands broke her fall forward and gripped bitterly at the dock's dusty stone flooring. With one last burst of strength, she managed to sing in a quavering voice, "Good night and joy be with you all..."
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Where is the 'Feels' rating.
 
Eliza_Nightly said:
I'VE GOT A NEW ONE. This war just... No. @SupremeCripple
Those feels..
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Where is the 'Feels' rating.
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I want a replay, I just got a new one so here it is; WHen Spish Received a Chunk of Corwrath's (Her Adoptive father) Armor, I was About to Fricken cry at her reaction.
 
The tulip drooped within it's weather-worn pot as the petals began to wither, the sound of a pained mother sat beside the cot it laid upon it's side, tears off sorrow and pain filled the room as the frail woman sat in her husband's arms, the two struck with depression as the sickly child laid under the sheets. The child laid there, pale and riddled with disease. The infant's blood curdling screams echoed through the halls of the estate as it fidgeted with pain and irritating.

Days passed and the screams died down to a weak whimper, every sound that emitted slowly and rightfully killed the woman on the inside.

Silence.
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The feeble Ebony hobbled her way over to the crib, assisted by her husband.

"E-Elyssa..? Darling.. Pl-please wake up for your mother.. Elyssa..!?"​

She let off a mournful shriek, pain filling her heart as her hopes seeped out. The woman cried to her hearts content, clutching her deceased child to her chest as she fell to her knees. "Why her..?! Why not me!?" Ebony screamed at the top of her lungs, helplessly sitting against the child's bed, rocking back and forth as she sat there.

@XxAusFuryxX @Eliza_Nightly

The feeeeelllss
 
izzy8765 said:
The tulip drooped within it's weather-worn pot as the petals began to wither, the sound of a pained mother sat beside the cot it laid upon it's side, tears off sorrow and pain filled the room as the frail woman sat in her husband's arms, the two struck with depression as the sickly child laid under the sheets. The child laid there, pale and riddled with disease. The infant's blood curdling screams echoed through the halls of the estate as it fidgeted with pain and irritating.

Days passed and the screams died down to a weak whimper, every sound that emitted slowly and rightfully killed the woman on the inside.

Silence.
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The feeble Ebony hobbled her way over to the crib, assisted by her husband.

"E-Elyssa..? Darling.. Pl-please wake up for your mother.. Elyssa..!?"​

She let off a mournful shriek, pain filling her heart as her hopes seeped out. The woman cried to her hearts content, clutching her deceased child to her chest as she fell to her knees. "Why her..?! Why not me!?" Ebony screamed at the top of her lungs, helplessly sitting against the child's bed, rocking back and forth as she sat there.

@XxAusFuryxX @Eliza_Nightly

The feeeeelllss
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NOOOOOOO D: D: D: Wasn't Glenn there to comfort her when that happened? ; ^; Once? Idek.
 
I had one of my characters, Tabitha Ariu, take care of this little silver-eyed girl. She almost died from some demon lightning or something and I almost had an anxiety attack.

@lanarmaiden
 
He knew it was happening. The near-blindness had set in days before, and this disease this..this evil was taking over. He slowly limped out of the tavern, grimacing as he put pressure on the withered bark of his foot. He tripped, yelling out in pain as he fell backwards against the damp tavern wall, water splashing out from the puddle he had landed in. It was his time.
Sorde looked around, the blurry shape of his friend Elena coming into focus. As she got nearer he noticed her crying over him. He weakly brushed his hand against her face, mustering a small smile.
The rain got heavier, drenching both of them.
"We at least need to get o-out of the rain S-sorde.."
She said, still crying.
He smiled weakly looking into her eyes.
"No Elena" he took in a deep breath, his breathing failing him. "Without rain...how could a flower grow?"
He was fighting for breath now, grimacing. He felt the darkness embrace him as he looked up. His eyes shut, before flickering open for one last look at everything.
He then fell limp, his head hitting the pavement.
The mildew had won, and he was no more.
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ihaveliterallynoideaifthatdeathislorecompliantanymore.
I think @Eyrok and @Plecy were there too.
 
Eliza_Nightly said:
I'VE GOT A NEW ONE. This war just... No. @SupremeCripple
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Runi LaCosta lifted her head, her face stricken with tears. Tristan had only just left a few moments ago and she could barely believe it happened. She had no knowledge on the current conflict going on in the Coen's land, but, although a selfish perspective, wasn't concerned about it in the least. The only thing that pulsed through her mind was strictly Tristan's well being-- her father had left her when she was young and he didn't return. Would that happen again? The very thought caused her heart to sink further. Despite her inner turmoil, she forced her body to rise to her feet, her left hand rising upward to wipe away the combination of salty tears and day-old mascara from her cheeks with yet another whimper. Her lips still trembled.

She turned to meander up the stairs slowly, her crippling emotions weighing her down greatly, and eventually made it to the top floor where her clothing had resided. After gathering up her belongings-- Tristan's house key included-- she slipped on her leggings, skirt, corset, overcoat, and finally, her high-heeled boots, then traversed back down the steps and to the front door. Once locked up, she left the front facade of the home and wandered to the docks, each clack of her heel growing quicker in her pace. Eventually, she broke out in a run; however, she was too late. The ship was already well on its way to its destination, an enormous wake in the water's surface billowing behind it.


All she could do was stand and stare. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest, but she proceeded to do what she had planned to do-- sing. It normally calmed her nerves. In a mournful melody, she parted her lips to softly breathe the words in a light, airy tone:

"Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all."

She paused, the tears now cascading down her face and her bosom heaved heavily as she struggled against the heated, melancholic emotion; however, she pressed on as the ship slowly met the horizon:

"Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call--"

Again, she faltered, this time crumpling to her knees. Her hands broke her fall forward and gripped bitterly at the dock's dusty stone flooring. With one last burst of strength, she managed to sing in a quavering voice, "Good night and joy be with you all..."
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Its.....it's.....our song....
 

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