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| 14 Sep 2014 08:39 PM |
This collection of ISRPs will eventually lead up to a Dungeons & Dragons thread. All of the ISRPs will be held on this thread.
NOTE: Make sure you are as descriptive as possible, and you think about your actions. For example, a dead end might have a trap door. Search for it. Think outside of the box.
As you build your character, you will mold them into the character you want to be. The character YOU want to represent you in this RP. Whether that character is a brave, strong warrior or a wise, powerful mage is up to you. I'm simply here to guide you along the process.
So let's begin...
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The guard slides a bowl of mush and a dirtied spoon under the door. Your cell is solid, with only a few cracks here and there.
You pick up the spoon and see yourself in the reflection. It's only been a few hours since you've last seen your reflection, but you already forgot what you look like. Describe yourself again. |
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soardlo
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| 14 Sep 2014 08:53 PM |
All I can see through the tangle of dark black hair drooping over my face are gruff features accenting a full but short beard, kept tripped so that it's like a chin strap around my face, my iris's shine through the darkness beneath my face, a dark red, how they became that color I may never know, but they mirror my dark personality quite nicely...
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds |
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| 14 Sep 2014 09:15 PM |
NOTE: More RP'ers are welcome to join.
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[Soardlo] An evil sight to behold, you marvel at your reflection, but only for a moment. You must finish the mush quickly, before the guards come back to clean your cell.
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A few minutes pass, and the bowl is nearly empty. A couple guards come back and open your cell. One enters the cell and begins picking up the bowl and spoon. The other guard stands at the door and fixes both his eyes on you, obviously ready to strike if needed.
This could be an opportunity to escape. However, it's been attempted before, numerous times, and has rarely succeeded. It might be best to wait for a less risky opportunity. |
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pitaden
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| 14 Sep 2014 09:21 PM |
I might as well join in on this.
I look at my reflection, and see 2 pointy white ears, along with a mess of white hair. My irises seem to be light blue. It's hard to tell what the true color of my skin is due to the dirt on it. |
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soardlo
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| 14 Sep 2014 09:45 PM |
Only a fool takes a risk so obviously doomed, so I wait, eyeing the guard and flashing him a grin.
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds |
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Aura63
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| 14 Sep 2014 09:48 PM |
Eh, nothing else to do
I almost dropped the spoon at the sight of my reflection. My long, once sleek, fiery red hair was knotted in tight ringlets that surrounded my ghostly pale, heart shaped face. With my wide, lapiz blue eyes lined with long, black eyelashes, I looked almost innocent; until you get to the streaks of dry mud caked in my hair and splattered on my face, giving me a straight out savage look. |
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Tikobe
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| 14 Sep 2014 09:54 PM |
The guard slides a bowl of mush and a dirtied spoon under the door. Your cell is solid, with only a few cracks here and there.
You pick up the spoon and see yourself in the reflection. It's only been a few hours since you've last seen your reflection, but you already forgot what you look like. Describe yourself again.
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I stare down at myself. I was remember once being a beautiful man. I could be again, if I were to ever find a chance to clean myself up, though that won't be coming in this jail cell. I nearly shed a tear for myself, my light skin caked with dirt, my black hair covered with tangles, bang reaching to my eyes. My slim, long fingers gripped my spoon tightly, while I looked down at my body. It was still muscular. Not as much as my recollections say it was, but it still showed signs of once being extraordinarily healthy. I stand up, bowl in hand, remarking how short I was. Just above the halfway point between six and five feet, or so my guess goes.
I begin to eat the mush. |
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| 14 Sep 2014 10:04 PM |
NOTE: I may or may not cut you off as the RPs continue. I will cut you off of the RP if I feel that you're using too little detail, not exploring every option, or anything else. I WILL notify you prior to the cut, so that you can improve. I will most likely tell you what you're doing that I don't like and how to fix it.
[Pitaden] Dirt...That stuff always seems to spoil your skin, no matter how you position yourself in this cell. Anyways, you finish the mush, and the guards come to remove the empty bowl and spoon.
[Soardlo] The guard by the door spits back at you before leaving and locking the cell. You sit in silence, contemplating on your next action.
[Aura63] You've forgotten how much your appearance contrasts itself. Unfortunately, that doesn't help your situation. You slurp up the mush and let the guards clean it up.
[Tikobe] Remarkably, you're still somewhat fit, despite how long you've been in prison. You empty the bowl, making sure to finish it all. The guards arrive and clean your cell, rather quickly. Perhaps they are somewhat afraid... |
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Tikobe
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| 14 Sep 2014 10:09 PM |
Afraid you say? Interesting...
I let them work. As scared as they may be, and as much as intimidation may be a good weapon, charging them head on and taking on a prison full of guards would be... quite stupid, even if I were just trying to attempt to run. And besides, despite my state physically, I find myself a teensy bit dizzy standing up. If I wanted to escape, I'd have to find another option. I look around, trying to get a baring of my surroundings. |
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| 14 Sep 2014 10:36 PM |
[Tikobe] You take a look around, but there isn't much to see. Outside your cell, you see other prisoners, just sitting around and wasting their time. Obviously, you won't be escaping that way.
Inside your cell, there is a small barred window, but even if there were no bars, it's barely big enough for a small rat to fit through. There seems to be no escape...at least, for the moment.
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A few minutes pass, and you hear a whistle through the small window. A man peeks through and slips in a small knife, barely longer than your hand. Before you can question the man, he leaves, just as abruptly as he arrived. |
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Tikobe
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| 14 Sep 2014 10:39 PM |
| I stand up, my vision blurring out for a few moments as I stumbled around, but I got to the window, grabbing the knife and examining it in the shadows of the cell's corner. |
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vamking12
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| 15 Sep 2014 01:46 AM |
| I stare back into my now red eyes and see that my black hair has grown long, and my chubby face and bright pale glow is seen though my spotty beard and as my pointy nose tinted by the dust and girm turned brown. I look horrible but at last I must eat, it's not like I'm going t be felt anything time soon. |
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| 28 Sep 2014 12:12 PM |
[I apologize for being inactive]
[Tikobe] The knife is small, the blade no longer than your hand, and no wider than your thumb. It looks like it was made quickly and with scraps, but it's a weapon.
[Vamking] You shiver at the sight of your reflection. You quickly splash the spoon into the bowl of mush and begin eating, but you're interrupted by a flash of light. You look into the cell across from you, and you see someone holding a small blade in their hand. |
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soardlo
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| 28 Sep 2014 12:13 PM |
(I need another post to proceed, like another chance to do something)
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds |
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vamking12
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| 28 Sep 2014 12:16 PM |
I stand up and look at the fellow prisoner, and ask a simple question, " Hello fellow imprisoned where did you gain access to a blade? " A weapon may be what it takes to leave this horrid place. |
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| 28 Sep 2014 12:29 PM |
[Soardlo]
The guard leaves, and you wait for a less risky attempt. The prison's gotten quieter in the last couple minutes. Perhaps someone has found a way out? |
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soardlo
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| 28 Sep 2014 12:38 PM |
The man approached the cell door, peeking into the hall the best he could.
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds |
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| 28 Sep 2014 01:05 PM |
A military-esque helmet and a black suit with blue magical energy.
I look like my character. |
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| 28 Sep 2014 02:08 PM |
"The guard slides a bowl of mush and a dirtied spoon under the door. Your cell is solid, with only a few cracks here and there.
You pick up the spoon and see yourself in the reflection. It's only been a few hours since you've last seen your reflection, but you already forgot what you look like. Describe yourself again."
I could only recall a few events from last night. What was there was surrounded by fog, a fog which was only thickening. There was a face, impassive to the point of psychopathy. This was a face which could feel no emotion. Then it was gone. There was the jostle of a cart, the shining ribbon of the moon. Washed away in a torrent of haze. And then a reflection of my face in a pool of water. I don't really recall my face before waking up in the cell, all I can remember is a rather small and flat nose and a shock of red hair.
And then I was in the cell. I lay there for a period of time, I'm not sure how long. Try as I might, I could not get my limbs to move at all. Then, after what felt like forever, some form of feeling returned to me. I dragged myself to my feet, just in time for someone to slide a spoon and a bowl of food into my cell. I don't know why, but my first impulse was to look at my reflection in the spoon.
What I saw nearly made me drop it.
The first thing I noticed was my mouth. It was more of a jagged line, cut diagonally into my face, filled with three rows of perfectly white, jagged and revolting teeth. Then I saw my eyes. They were much similar to a fly's, and a deep, Stygian blue. When my nose came into focus, my hands were shaking so bad I dropped the spoon.
It was short and trunk-like, with bunches of feelers on the end that were wriggling like maggots. I backed up against the wall and tried to cry, but the sound that came out was so hideous I had to stop.
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Tikobe
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| 28 Sep 2014 11:51 PM |
Could it pierce armor? Or is the tip too dull? Can it at least kill?
I'm not a 100% sure, but under these circumstances it sounds like I'm about to get involved in a prison riot. |
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| 10 Oct 2014 10:55 PM |
[Soardlo]
You fit your head between the bars, only able to see a few feet down the hallway on either side. You can see the cell in front of you and the person inside, but the occupants of the other two cells - on either side of the one directly in front of you - are not visible.
[Hygenist]
The guards are coming. Quick, recover, or they may beat you...
As you get back onto your feet, you notice one of the other inmates peeking through the bars of their cell.
[Tikobe] It's sharp enough to stab with, but it doesn't seem like it will be able to pierce armor. Especially steel armor. |
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| 10 Oct 2014 10:59 PM |
| might join later if it isnt too late)) |
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| 10 Oct 2014 11:00 PM |
| @Pickachu; Sure. You can join at any time. I'll just figure out a way to fit you into the story smoothly. I recommend joining soon though, since everyone is in one place atm ]] |
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Tikobe
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| 10 Oct 2014 11:47 PM |
| I chuckle. I look around at the other cells. Do they have weapons, or at least look like they do if one is searching for signs of them bearing a weapon. |
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| 10 Oct 2014 11:55 PM |
As I look into the spoon, I see myself as the handsome young man I am, a long patchy neckbeard while light Dorito stains cover my face.
I notice my amazing double chin and short brown hair, I also notice my fat mouth stained with mountain dew, I attempt to use the spoon to trim my unibrow but to no effect.
I quickly see there is something wrong with me, my sword art online t-shirt is on backwards! I swiftly tip my fedora while attempting to put my sword art online t-shirt on the right way. |
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