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| 28 Oct 2014 10:57 AM |
(My first attempt at a roleplay that isn't an ISRP.)
Welcome to Earth, a world that has experienced many hardships and trials but has managed to pull through all together. Through constant wars, famine, and disease humans have brought themselves to the brink of extinction. The only reason Humankind managed to survive is because of one certain scientist; who predicted Humanity's downfall. At first, they mocked him, people called him crazy because he tried to state his thoughts publicly.The man was never daunted by their harsh comments and out lashes at him, rather motivated by it. He was determined to create a new world, a world where he hoped peace would thrive over violence, and knowledge over war; and so he began his quest, his quest to forge a new world.
First, he tested humans with positive traits, he looked for people who could adapt easily to a new environment, he also looked for people who responded as leaders, who could lead them through harsh times and light the way. After completing his test, he wiped their memories, making them forget the ways of this world and all that has happened. The only thing they know is their name and a few other stuff. He then proceeded to lock them in cryogenic tubes, freezing them until Earth was habitable again.
Like he predicted, through catastrophic events Humanity was sent spiraling towards the brink of extinction. Fighting, clawing desperately to regain a foothold over the Earth, but their efforts were wasted. Humans had died, or so they thought. As the years passed, the Earth grew more stable, it changed, a lot of the animals who survived did too.
Years later, the Earth was back up, lush forest reigning over, while frozen tundras lie not far to the north, quickly changing in landscape to barren deserts in a matter of minutes. Pigs, sheep, cows, and other kinds of animals thrived in lands like these, adapting to the quick changing environment but always staying near the forest and grasslands.The world also had massive cave systems, that with one misstep, you could be sent spiraling down the deep, dark abyss to your death.
With all these "good" things, there are a number of bad things too, but the worst of all is the Necromancer. The Necromancer is a purely evil being who inhabits another plane of existence, rising the dead on Earth as he prepares to make Earth his new home of death. He thrives off pain, suffering, and death. Another threat are the massive outbreak of mutants at night, Zombies, Skeletons, and other bad things that lurk in the darkness.
Plot:
Well, the general idea is survival. This may seem easy but you have to take into realization that survival is actually no where near easy, you could die of heat, dehydration, drowning, hypothermia, and other horrible deaths; that is not including the hordes of evil creatures that will try to slaughter you. Beyond the quest of a new world and survival is defeating the Necromancer, the one who inhabits a dark plane of evil. Only those with a true heart will be able to stand against him.
Character Sheet:
Name (First name only): Age (17+): Appearance: Skills (Smithing, enchanting, swordsmanship): Personality: Fears: Other:
Rules:
-No god-modding or making a character without any weaknesses or flaws.
-Use something to indicate OOC chat, such as brackets or parenthesis.
-Admins can be added as the roleplay progresses.
-Do not reply to troll posts.
-Please be kind to people OOC.
-More rules will be added, but "it's not in the rules" is not an excuse.
-Put MCRP in Other please.
-We will begin when I say so.
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| 28 Oct 2014 09:19 PM |
People probably won't join because they don't trust me, don't want to join a new guy's roleplay, or just don't like it.
I see people have posted marked, but most times they post that and never join so I might just make this into a story.
Although, if one person joined, whoever they may be, and that person was active, I'd continue.
It's not like I don't want more people to come but, honestly, I'd be happy if even one person actually joined and was active on this. |
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| 28 Oct 2014 09:22 PM |
Naw just having a hard time /procrastinating a character. |
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| 28 Oct 2014 09:27 PM |
Character Sheet:
Name (First name only): Carter. Age (17+): 20. Appearance: 5'11, 180 lbs. Fair skin, blue eyes. Buzz cut, white shirt, ragged jeans, and hunting boots. Skills (Smithing, enchanting, swordsmanship): Swordsmanship, strategic planning, survival. Personality: Kind, caring, intelligent, alert, headstrong, and brave. Fears: Losing someone he loves, drowning, and big groups. Other: MCRP.
In case anyone joins, you don't have to be too descriptive on your appearance. |
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| 29 Oct 2014 12:23 AM |
heix
i love you breh
after a few posts
i trust you
Name (First name only): Peter Age (17+): 28 Appearance: Black hair, crew cut. Green eyes. 6'1. San Fransisco Giants cap. Green shirt with the words: YOLO. Brown jacket. Blue jeans, black shoes. Skills (Smithing, enchanting, swordsmanship): Marksmanship. Building. Hunting. Personality: Religious, bit of an Authoritarian. Is also forgetful at times. Fears: Bunnies. Other: MCRP |
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| 29 Oct 2014 07:26 AM |
Thanks, that means a lot to me. :)
I'll start off after I finish class, which is in 20 minutes. |
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| 29 Oct 2014 08:23 AM |
| Gonna do it when I get home, apx. 3:50 PM CST. |
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| 29 Oct 2014 12:40 PM |
Character Sheet:
Name (First name only): Susan. Age (17+): 20. Appearance: Susan is about 5'2, weighs around 100 lbs. She has pale skin, and long oak brown hair, that falls to her lower back. She has forest green eyes as well. Susan wears a white blouse and a blue skirt that allows her to run, not very fast, but still. Skills (Smithing, enchanting, swordsmanship): Alchemy, healing, and making traps. Personality: Kind, caring, mature, shy, and modest. Fears: The undead. Other: MCRP. |
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| 29 Oct 2014 12:40 PM |
Accepted, both of you.
Lol. King has a hunter who's afraid of what he can hunt. |
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| 29 Oct 2014 12:42 PM |
i still got cows and pigs
can we make a new cs
when we die |
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| 29 Oct 2014 05:17 PM |
I'm gonna start now, remember we start in Cryogenic tubes so it's okay if you're late. Just make it seem like your tube was a bit late with releasing you, also note that there are several other tubes in the room; I'll explain that a little when I make the starting post.
I also forgot to point out that the rooms we're being held in are underground, they weren't underground at first but over the years the place got covered by dirt and other stuff. The scientist prepared for this, so he left a makeshift shovel in the closet of every room. |
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| 29 Oct 2014 06:13 PM |
My eyes snap open, fear coursed through my mind as I take my first breath in a very, very long time. It is cold, I'm in a tube I believe. The sound of the brisk cold air releasing into the damp, humid room was heard as the tube's door opened, leading me to tumble out and hit the ground. I look around, the room is dark, and filled with other tubes. Some of them are opening as well, releasing other people. In some of the tubes, the living aren't falling out of them; the dead are. Their tubes must have failed, causing them to have died, probably a long time ago. I look around again, searching for an exit. There's a closet on the other side of the room, it seems to be holding valuables.
I walk over to the closet and open it, my body is unsteady and the whole way I was using the wall to support myself. After about 5 minutes, I seemed to be sturdy. I grabbed the shovel that lay inside, questioning why I needed this. Questioning why I was even here and who these people are; I shake the thought from my mind, that didn't matter right now. I needed to get out of here. Maybe the door is jammed and the shovel was strong enough to get it loose. I head over to the exit, using the shovel as a weapon, having it raised in case any of these people decided to attack me; if they were even still alive. Some tubes haven't opened yet, hope resided in my heart that they were alive and could help me.
I pried the door open, and dirt fell down onto me. I panicked at first, but then calmed myself, seeing as it was only dirt, I used the shovel to clear some of it, but it soon snapped from overuse and I began to use my hands to clear some of it. Soon enough, light burst through the dirt, and I was scrambling to the surface. I touched the soft, earthy soil and then placed my hand above my brow as I shield my eyes from the sun. Wow, this place was beautiful, the forest, was filled with life and amazing scenery. He couldn't really remember where he really came from, but he didn't think it was as beautiful as this place. This place was an eden.
A gift... but from who?
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| 29 Oct 2014 06:25 PM |
Name (First name only): Kayley Age (17+): 17 Appearance: Hair: Thick and long, always in a braid that goes over her right shoulder and stops near her elbow. Eyes: An enchanting Hazel. Skin: Golden tan with some light scars. Body Frame: Lean yet sturdily built, giving her the advantage of swiftness. Skills (Smithing, enchanting, swordsmanship): Hunting/Tracking/Trapping Personality: Quiet and thoughtful yet a natural dare devil and leader. Fears: Spiders and having her secrets spread about. Other: MCRP |
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| 29 Oct 2014 06:31 PM |
I woke up in a dull white, Alaric feeling container that surrounded my body completely. My arms were stiff and my legs sore as I tried to look around before my feet were swept from under me and I was sent dropping a few feet onto the ground. The throbbing in my head made it hard for me to focus on where and who I was and why I was here, but only one question was answered. "I'm Kayley Simone Smith," the words constantly replaying in my head so I could remember. Poor attire was on me and I cringed at it, a regular night gown that stopped at the knees. In the near distance was some type of closet that wasn't yet opened so I stood up, now recovered from the pain, and walked to it. Clothes.
After changing into brown combat boots, high waisted jeans, a black t-shirt, and fingerless gloves, I grabbed a book bag filled with supposedly useful supplies to aid me on my way. A blinding light hit my Jazel eyes. It was brighter tha the fluorescent lighting in the weird "holding chamber" that I was already in. I carefully walked to it and saw a boy outside, gawking at the veiw. "Where are we?" My voice croaked from not being used for who knows how long. |
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| 29 Oct 2014 06:43 PM |
| ( You have to be accepted first, and I'm pretty sure I made it clear that they only knew their first names and were frozen in their clothes. ) |
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| 29 Oct 2014 07:03 PM |
Susan gasped, air rushed into her lungs and she began breathing heavily. Her motions were frantic and fast as she looked around for the cause of this. For some odd reason, she was in a tube, and it opened revealing a dark with a whole line of tubes. Some were already opened, and dirt messed the floor with what seemed like the exit.
At first, she was hesitant, but she mustered her courage and walked towards the exit, climbing the dirt covered stairs as she the intense sunlight hit her eyes through the spiraling trees.
"H-Hello?" |
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| 29 Oct 2014 07:15 PM |
Name: Marcus age: 30 Appearance: picture pls Skills: Woodworking, Gunsmith. (Can put together guns and dismantle them, can create optical attachments.) Personality: TBR Fears: werewolves other:MCRP |
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| 29 Oct 2014 07:22 PM |
| You can use a picture, but it's going to be a while before we get working guns. Other than that, accepted. |
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