hwen4
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| 04 Dec 2012 04:59 PM |
When you die, it isn't that you see a light, or feel any pain, it is like the thing that killed you never happen. Let me explain; you die in a car-crash. You don't know that a car-crash even happened to you, let alone that you died. This is hard for most people to accept, as they try to fight back. "Unaccepted" they call people like you, people that wonder in the streets of Limbo, not wanting to go to heaven or hell. It is here where they decide what happens to you, and it is here where your worst nightmares come true.
----------------------------------- Areas of Limbo Outer Limbo: This Limbo is where all souls recently deceased go. It is modern Earth, except a thick cloud of fog covers the streets, and creatures roam around. When you die, the cloud forms in your vision, yet except for that, nothing changes to your vision, no black out, nothing. Also in this area, there is a 72 hours waiting period where "They" Review your life, and see if your worthy of Heaven or deserve Hell. Also, you will meet God, and maybe the Devil, who will inform you of your death.
Dimension Y: This is where all the dead go after escaping Outer Limbo. Though not called "Limbo" this area of limbo is where the paths of Heavens and Hell meet. Some people, such as those who are knowing that they will go to hell, attempt to reach here to go to heaven. Though, most fail by dying in Outer Limbo or not making it there in time.
Inner Limbo: Inner Limbo is the area where "They" send people whom are not clear cut, and are neutral. It is where those who are neutral are reincarnated and sent to decide if Heaven or Hell is right for them. ------------------------------------ Rules: Well basic rules include No God-modding No-killing off other player's characters whom are not online What I say goes No playing other player's characters Keep dating limited folks Violence to PG-13 And so forth is put in other, as well as ideas to improve this thread. Wait till I accept to begin your survival Good luck, and have fun ------------------------------------------------------ Character Sheet Name: Age: Physical Description: (To have a fair chance of survival, members whom are older are given there younger bodies to fend off the monsters.) Clothing: Weapons: (You have none, except if you committed suicide with a gun) Cause of Death: Bio: (Previous life) Other: |
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hwen4
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| 04 Dec 2012 05:03 PM |
| Explain what I did wrong, please.... |
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spicey123
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| 04 Dec 2012 05:05 PM |
| Not sure, a lot of your roleplays are great. I just don't have the time to join : / |
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hwen4
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| 04 Dec 2012 05:07 PM |
| Good sir, you have just made my day. |
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CuteKatz
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| 04 Dec 2012 05:34 PM |
(Nice plot you have there.)
Character Sheet
Name:Anne Lenkias
@ge:17
Physical Description: Anne has wavey light brown hair that flows freely to her mid-back wth many split ends, her hair has streaks of dark brown near her eye-lash long bangs. Her eyes are the color of the ocean with a striking look, they have this hateful look in them, her eyes are very large. Her lips are a peach-ish colour and are smaller than most others, with this snarl on them. Her nose on the other hand is un-like most of her other features, it is very small and she has broken it before so it is kind of twisted. Her cheekbones are very high and bring out her other features well. She is of 5'3 and weighs 92 pounds due to starvation from her past. Her skin is very pale with freckles laid across her nose and cheeks perfectly
Clothing: She wears a dark green tank-top with rips and tears on the neckline and hem. The shirt has stains but she will wear a black little vest to cover the stains. Her pants are blue jeans with rips all over them and grass stains on them. Her shoes are black ballet flats with a rip in the front of her right shoe and her left steered clear of any possible dam age. The shoes have little flowers on the side covering the button on the side.
Weapons:N/A
Cause of De@th: Sui cide :o
Bio: lets just say she was torturd..I tried making a bio but I think it was blocked .-. (All that time wasted!!!!!)
Other: N/A
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| 04 Dec 2012 05:35 PM |
| ...This is...actually pretty creative. I'm busy at the moment but if I have the time I would consider joining. |
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hwen4
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| 04 Dec 2012 05:41 PM |
(Thanks, this was actually based on a story concept which has been put off for now as I write my other story, also accepted; I understand the lost of bio, and the rest of your CS is really nice, Blaze you are also accepted. No you can't get a sword, and me playing as God and the Devil I will give ventures as I see fit, other then that.... Good Luck! Also I gotta go to Boy-scouts, so be back later tonight. Don't do a lot of Junk while I'm out) |
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hwen4
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| 04 Dec 2012 07:57 PM |
| (Back, lame meeting, though I should be on for some time) |
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hwen4
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CuteKatz
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| 04 Dec 2012 08:23 PM |
| (I always wait for OP to start) |
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hwen4
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| 04 Dec 2012 08:32 PM |
(I'll be playing as God, and the Devil so... I really can't make a character.... Sorry, though I will give you the starting setting.)
Slowly everything began to come back to you, the man gone, the devices which broke you disappeared like the days and nights never happened. You rub your head in shock, it was over, all over. As you gave a sigh of relief you decided upon the next action. |
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CuteKatz
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| 04 Dec 2012 08:33 PM |
Anne~
I look to my surrounding. Nothing but mist. Why did I have to ki.ll myself.. |
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hwen4
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| 04 Dec 2012 09:13 PM |
| (Save me a spot. Limbo is one of my favorite games.) |
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CuteKatz
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| 05 Dec 2012 08:49 AM |
Anne~
I wince at the voice. Wait..SOMEONE? "Over here!" |
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| 05 Dec 2012 09:52 AM |
dis is guuuuuuuuhd
Character Sheet
Na.me: Scarlett Jones.
Ag.e: 27.
Physical Description: Scarlett stands at 6'2”, with a lanky, skinny build, though with a rather feminine figure. Her skin is pale, covered in tattoos and scars, pierced here and there. Her eyes are a pale, lifeless gray, enhanced by thin, angled eyebrows and thick eyelashes. Her facial features are gaunt and pronounced, though almost in a pretty way. Scarlett keeps, or kept, her hair in a shaggy, messy mohawk, her hair itself being a jet black color. Her arms are covered in sleeves of Celtic, tribal, and other such tattoos, some depicting album covers from an '80s thrash metal band, all intricately woven together. On the left side of her jaw and neck, a tattoo of wisps of smoke is done in a whitish ink, with a slight purplish hue. Scarlett's right ear holds many piercings, from her earlobe to the top of her ear. Her left eyebrow is also pierced, just once.
Clothing: Scarlett wears a simple black band t-shirt, Lich King, to be exact, with a pack of ciga.rettes rolled up in one sleeve. Over this, she has a covered-in-band-patches denim vest, along with a slightly ragged leather jacket. Her black jeans hug her legs, ripped and torn in some places. Finally, she wears a pair of Converse All-Star red high tops, obviously old and worn.
Weapons: A simple hunting knife.
Cause of Death: Suicide.
Bio: Scarlett's death was really, actually predictable. She had been obviously severely depressed the majority of her life; it was a wonder that she had still been alive at age twenty. The cause of her depression was rather odd, though.
When she was twelve, Scarlett's grandfather, whom she loved dearly, died of a tragic, unexpected heart attack. This started it all, causing Scarlett to gradually become sadder and continue to grieve. This could've been most easily dealt with, had her parents shown any support for her. They ignored her, completely ignored her, aside from providing her with food, shelter, and clothing. The lack of care she received told her that they didn't care, and, as any angst-filled teenager would, she wanted to rebel and ”do whatever the hell she wanted because nobody cares.” She found her ways, getting involved with dr.ugs, alcohol, smoking, and things of the like. She didn't try in school, instead cheating on most things and sleeping during class. It was when she was sixteen did her parents show any sort of ”love” toward her.
In the small town in which Scarlett lived, news got around very easily. It was well known that Scarlett was involved with the ”bad crowd.” Her parents eventually found out and oppressed her in every way they could, forcing her to stay in her room, taking her out of school and homeschooling her, restricting her clothing choices, and monitoring every thing she did. This, only so obviously, angered Scarlett, as they had completely neglected her for four years, but all of a sudden, they cared? Did they care? It was their fault, anyway, right?
Scarlett repeatedly asked herself these questions until she formulated logical answers that proved that, in point of fact, they caused this outlandish behavior.
The only person Scarlett knew to run to was her brother, who ultimately remained neutral in this family feud. He had been in the Marines, but, after suffering a debilitating injury on base, he was discharged and returned home where he would eventually spiral downward into the same pit of depression in which Scarlett resided.
Her brother knew she despised their parents, and, as he would soon be going to college out of state, he offered to let Scarlett live with him in the apartment he would rent, provided she helped with payments. Scarlett eagerly agreed, thinking her parents as nothing more than people who happened to raise her for twelve years. They soon moved away, without a single thought about it.
Now, everything may have seemed fine and dandy, but in reality, it was just as bad.
With a lack of authority, Scarlett continued to feed her growing addictions. Drinking different things, smoking different things; you name it, she most likely did it. She couldn't go back to school as she'd no records any more. For months, she sat around until she somehow landed a job babysitting the neighbor's kids. This didn't last for long. The kids hated her, and it wasn't surprising. Scarlett returned to her idle life for another two years, until she was eighteen.
At this age, she was a full-on alco.holic, smoker, drug addict, you name it. She had also gotten into a band, having learned to play the bass guitar earlier on. She traveled the United States with the band, seeing many different places and many different people.
Now, Scarlett had become numb to the constant pangs of sadness that originated in the disappointment at what had happened to her life.
Fast forward 9 years. Scarlett lived off of unemployment checks as she couldn't get a job, wandering the streets, occasionally stealing from houses to get by until the next check arrived, and using the majority of the money to buy alcohol, ciga.rettes, and other such things. She'd become an emotionless nobody, living in alleys and eating nothing for days at a time. This was normal, until one day, she finally broke down, unable to deal with the shame, disappointment, etc. She was useless now, unable to pursue a career, worthless by the standards of most.
It was the day that was inevitable; the day that Scarlett used that knife for something other than defending herself.
Other: hwut
hot damn, that was one of the most thought out biographies i've ever done |
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purrAntha
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| 05 Dec 2012 11:27 AM |
| Sweet idea, when I have more time I might join. |
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| 05 Dec 2012 03:49 PM |
Na.me: Dmitri Melkovic, known as the Red One Ag.e: 34 Physical Description: Tall, fairly pale. Not much is known from him wearing his armor. Clothing:(If you allow) Standard issued Spetznaz Alfa military dresswear, including a helmet with band.ana, only eyes can be seen. Gloves are worn on each hand. Weap.ons: (You have none, except if you committed su.icide with a gu.n) Makarov, and a small Micro Sub. Cause of Dea.th:Dmitri was a Spetznaz soldier working in peace operations in the Chec.hnya territories. He was sh.ot straight in the head by a militia sn.iper. He only has faint memory, as he didnt di.e by the shot, but losing too much blo.od. Bio: Dmitri joined the Spetznaz as soon as he graduated from one of the mahy military academies. He was instanly set to the rank of 1st Luitenant. He commanded a platoon of soldiers in Chec.hnya. Other: "men who fight for what they believe will not go to h.ell. As long as they think that they are fighting for what is just." Unknown |
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| 05 Dec 2012 03:49 PM |
| (sorry for the periods, ahd to eliminate the suspect words for blocking the post.) |
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hwen4
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| 05 Dec 2012 04:58 PM |
| (Accepted, and if it won't be much trouble; can you start in a room of some-sort, maybe a medical tent, and you think you survived the shot? I know its like me running your character at the moment, but this will drive you, make your character have a motive while staying at Limbo. Thank you.) |
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