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| 28 Oct 2011 09:21 PM |
The last thing you remember was falling asleep. When you awoke, you weren't in your bed, but a barren desert. You noticed that gray was the only color you could see, as if you were suddenly color blind. The next thing you noticed was that there was barely any life at all. The first lifeform you saw was a man grabbing you and putting handcuffs on you. "HEY GUYS!" the man shouted at the top of his lungs. "FOUND US ANOTHER SLAVE!" Then you were hit in the back of the head. Knocking you unconcious. When you woke up,again,you were in a cage. Your pajamas, or whatever you were wearing when you went to bed, were replaced by filthy rags crudly stitched together. What happened to you? How did you end up here? Will you live long enough to find awnsers?
~Rules~ No godmodding. Romance at your own risk. The appearel and weapons of your character will be found after you escape the slave camp. All characters will start out as a slave and wearing the rags.
Character Sheet Name: @ge: Gender: Personality:(NOTE: Personalies can change as we get further into the RP.) Appearence:(NOTE: The temperatures in the void are a constant 50 degrees.) Weapons: Bio: |
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| 29 Oct 2011 06:11 AM |
( Means I can come back to it later. Also, do you allow other races? This is for right now, if there's other races allowed, I'd like to make another CS for that. )
Name: ( BILLY MAYS! No, just kidding. ) Michael [ or just Mike ] 4ge: 14 Gender: M Personality: Totally. Freaking. Unpredictable. Appearance: What I'm wearing right now, except for the dactyl.. xD Weapons: Melee: Golf Club. Ranged: Double-Barreled Shotgun with complimentary boxes of shells. Said to have been taken off of his family's hearth as a 14th birthday present down in the darker streets of NY. Special: MacBook that seems to have the slowest battery consumption rate. EVER. Bio: Living in the crime-filled district of NY. It's a hard life. Especially when you're much better off than anyone else. There was rarely a day when one of the weapons on the hearth was taken off, ready to assault an intruder. Michael was one of those intelligent kids; he loved his computers, and wanted to know how to script so he could become one of those mega-billion dollar gaming enterprises. He was well-tutored at the local school, and learned how to handle the pistol at the age of eight. The house by then had been assaulted a total of 40 times, seemingly by the same gang that raids everybody's homes. His dad taught him how to shoot the shotgun during a round of hunting out in the wilderness on his 13th birthday, and he asked his dad if he could get one for his thirteenth birthday. He got one, alright, along with a special paintball-esque suit, paintball helmet, full head mask, a paintball gun that shot orange paintballs, and a whole lot more. |
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| 30 Oct 2011 06:46 PM |
(accepted. Hopefully more will join.) Name:John Walok Nicknamed:Phantom @ge:18 Gender:M Appearence:Trenchcoat,bulletproof vest,muscle shirt,jeans with knee pads,combat boots,sunglasses. Weapons:Dual .44 magnum revolvers, AK47,longsword Personality:Grim Bio:Woke up in the void with amnesia. When he was enslaved he was treated like dirt. His old master even tried to kill him when he refused to work. He escaped,however, and ventured deep into the void, where he became cold,grim,and bitter. |
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| 30 Oct 2011 06:48 PM |
| (Oh, and there will be other races in this RP. I'll let you know if you can create a character as one of them.) |
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| 30 Oct 2011 06:52 PM |
| ((HOLY FRAK! 50 degrees? YOu'd think the place would be cold! Making a character as soon as I switch comps, btw)) |
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| 30 Oct 2011 06:52 PM |
Name: Sakuya "DJ" Skippy @ge: 14 Gender: Female Personality: At first, DJ is curious and wondering where she is, but she'll become insane and sadistic later on. Appearence: Solid black kimono, fair skin, dark brown hair, brown eyes (will become redder and redder as she goes insane), cyan bandana, two scars on right eye, yellow and black headphones. Weapons: Two lightning-bolt bluesteel katanas. Bio: UNKNOWN |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:29 PM |
| (I take it this character is from Japan. :3 Anyway accepted.) |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:30 PM |
| ( When you do so, speedy, tell me. ) |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:33 PM |
(Seeing that we have three characters I'll go ahead and start) ~Phantom~ I wake up tied to a chair. "What...happened?" Then it comes back to me. My buggy was hit by a rocket from an RPG. I look up to see raiders and slavers looming over me. Smiling. "Oh. They're what happened..." |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:37 PM |
( Last post for tonight )
Michael
Urgh.. That hurt. I remember a little bit. Fact, I remember everything. Except after getting hit in the back of my head with my own shotgun. Resourceful little *static*s.
I open my eyes and drink in the world around me.
"This sucks on ice" repeats in my head, exactly the way the Scout says it. |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:41 PM |
(Last post?! D:) ~Phantom~ The kid next to me was starting to wake up. But as a trun my head to look at him, one of the raiders punches me in the face. "I lost ALOT of good friends because of you! Get ready for the night of your LIFE because you're not leaving in one peice!" |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:46 PM |
| DJ groaned. She was lightheaded, and she couldn't see a thing. "...?" |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:50 PM |
~Phantom~ Now the girl was waking up. "Great. I have to save these two and save my own rear at the same time. Wonderful." I think to myself. "If only I could reach my sword I could cut myself loose..." |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:52 PM |
| DJ shook her head twice, and spat out some blood. "Yeesh. Even still from... How many hours ago." she asked herself. "Crap, I've lost track of time..." |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:57 PM |
~Raider~ "Quiet!" The raider snapped at the girl. "Or you're next!"
~Phantom~ I find my longsword in it's sheath. "Typical raiders. Forgetting to disarm their prisoners..." I think to myself. I quickly unsheath my sword and begin to saw away at the rope. |
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| 30 Oct 2011 08:59 PM |
| "Blow it out your ears, scuzzbag..." DJ murmured before proceeding to gnaw at the rope. Thank god she had sharp teeth, for her katanas were inaccessible. |
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| 30 Oct 2011 09:04 PM |
The raider turned his attention back towards Phantom. "Now about what we're going to do to you..."
~Phantom~ "Oh give me a break." I say as I cut my ropes of and, with one slash, decapitate the raider. "You guys totaled my ride home. So now I'm gonna total you." I say as I cut the arm off the raider who swung a crowbar at me. |
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| 30 Oct 2011 09:06 PM |
| DJ finished gnawing the ropes off, and she drew her katanas, looking around. "..." |
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| 30 Oct 2011 09:08 PM |
~Phantom~ "Took you long enough." I say. The raiders and slavers all dead. The room a gorefest. |
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| 30 Oct 2011 09:10 PM |
| "I guess I can call myself a damsel in distress," DJ said, her eyes flashing red. |
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| 30 Oct 2011 09:15 PM |
~Phantom~ "Yep." I say as a walk over to a table and retrieve my missing equipment. "Let me guess. You're new to the Void?" |
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