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| 16 Nov 2012 05:24 PM |
(Repopopopost)
Allow me to be your host in this lesson. Please, with being my guest, I must show courtesy to you, although, you must return it to me. All I need is for you to sit down and open your mind for a moment. I promise I won’t take long.
You don’t remember what has happened on your land of origination. Let me assure you, such a sight has never be ghastlier, or ever will be. Who would know better than I?
The land, or rather, planet, was being engulfed by black. A single solitary colour. In one night the darkness arose above ground. It started small, like a child. There weren’t many who thought much of it. The colour was a clever one, mind you; it started with its own kind. It blended into its surroundings. They would never notice until it was too late.
It seeped through the ground; its existence was now rendered useless to it. In other words, what kept your body from falling ceased to exist. It took a myriad amount of lives with it, which could only fall into its abyss. Soon, it stretched over the cities, until a section of the world was no longer habitable. From this section tendrils grew, with an outer skin like that of a lizards body. They caught the few who tried to run, and they attempted to reach over to the parts that had yet to be covered. Fortunately, a reach can only go so far.
From the blackness arose creatures, those that were only known as such. They did not deserve a title. A name should only be given when you expect such a thing to last, in reality and in memory. To name them would signify the loss of hope. If there is one thing I would retain if my vast knowledge would be taken away, is that hope and humans are inseparable. These creatures were mutated forms of what they once were. The darkness had brought the cadavers together into one form. It was quite an unsettling sight. They would often scream for the bitter release of death. Unfortunately, their animalistic side gave them a struggle in completing that.
They would kill others and drag them towards the tendrils, which would pick them up and throw them to the darkness. The corpses were devoured by the black and became the very same monsters that had brought them there.
The creatures? Ah, they retained features of both the corpses that had been combined; A bat, a rabbit, a human. One may have had the mangled head of a deer while still keeping the body of a lion. It was dreadful really, an image almost like one out of a mortal mythology.
What does this have to do with you, you ask? You were there. All of you were. I remember when one of my fellow acquaintances discovered you. The tendrils neared your country, some of them grabbing children and adults from the skies. The creatures walked among you, you’re quite fortunate you survived.
You, my dear, had a role in the defeat.
The defeat of The Darkness.
And with this defeat you learned of the world outside of your own.
Something a mere mortal could only ever dream of.
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Rules: No God Modding This is set in a near apocalyptic time; obviously you’re not going to be geared with daily luxuries. No Mary Sues/ Gary Stus. New rules may be added. This is also a FANTASY RP. This was the ‘Big Rp’ I kept throwing around recently. Instead of making this a thread bigger than Elador I decided to reveal information progressively and post it in a separate thread. Questions welcomed.
Note: You start in an unnamed place in North America. As mentioned above you are trying to avoid the tendrils and monsters swarming your area. The darkness inches closer. Remember, the black section of the world, or any black parts, have no ground. You fall if you attempt to stand on it.
Meet the other players in whatever location you can find. An abandoned house, somewhere underground, just a mere place that’s safe.
This is modern. Not past, not future.
Link to Journal which will hold all information gathered progressively: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=81665032 --------------------------------------
Name: A.ge: Gender: Appearance: Personality: Items: Other: (Put Bio here if you really want to write it. Although, it’s actually encouraged that you do not.)
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| 16 Nov 2012 05:40 PM |
(i remember this when it was originally posted i think)
(was i part of this?) |
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| 16 Nov 2012 05:41 PM |
Name: Nina Venuim A.ge: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Nina has blond-ish hair that's cut short to above her neck, with her bangs sort of covering her eyes. a Her eyes are brown, and she has a diamond-shaped face that is above her red scarf. She also has a black headband, and wears a dark colored loose jacket, with equally fitting pants propped up with a belt. Nina always wears sneakers. Personality: She's sort of shy and untalkative. She tends to also be undirective, and vague with her words. Items: She has a cellphone, a notebook, and a pencil. Other: lol |
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| 16 Nov 2012 05:43 PM |
(Dead accepted and Nuka nobody joined the original. cries.) |
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excalis46
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:04 PM |
| I have one question before I join, do we have any sort of weapons to start off? |
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:04 PM |
(i'm on the fence)
(i'll kick around some character ideas) |
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:04 PM |
| Wait, why are you discouraging us to write a bio? |
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:05 PM |
(I'll allow something small like a hand gun or whatever.
But you'll get stuff progressively, you won't need something too huge) |
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:07 PM |
(@Mage
I believe that a bio should be revealed through out the Rp using emotions, actions, and what they tell other rpers. I only advise you to write them if you feel unsafe about having it, such as there is a point that much clash with another in the RP.
It's also just a lot less tedious to write.) |
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:12 PM |
("This is also a FANTASY RP.")
(well... to what extent is "fantasy?" character creation-wise, at least) |
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:14 PM |
(You guys are just run of the mill humans. It's kind of a surprise, you'll see the fantasy being applied soon.) |
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:15 PM |
(wicked)
(i can probably do a hoomin k'ractr if I think hard enough) |
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excalis46
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:22 PM |
Name: Derek Warren
A.ge: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Derek is 5'7, overweight but not fat or incapable of physical strain, and broad-shouldered. He has dark brown eyes and spiked brown hair, a thick beard, and a pale complexion. He usually wears black work boots, blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, a dark sweater, and black rectangular glasses. He usually rolls up his sleeves and likes to keep his hood up unless it's obstructing his vision.
Personality: Derek is skeptical and likes to see the logic and reasoning behind things, and will always think of the consequences of actions before doing them, making him indecisive. While he tends to struggle with socializing he is kind and helpful, always making sure people are okay. Though seeming pessimistic he just likes to state what he observes and tries to understand situations in depth. He is easily startled by most things and can come off as weak, but will always try his best to get things done. He hates wasting time and always feels like he needs to be doing something productive. Though he can seem a bit weird and strange because of all this most people like him and see him as someone to come to if they have a problem or need somebody to talk to.
Items: His satchel full of all kinds of miscellaneous objects (water bottle, pencils, comics, lined paper, band-aids, etc.) He also has a steel pipe he's been using as an improvised bludgeoning weapon to an arguable degree of effectiveness.
Other: This looks like fun! |
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Nieol
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:22 PM |
Name:Vience D. Keal A.ge:23 Gender:Male Appearance:Black hair, with bits of blonde in it, from dyes. He wears contacts, his eyes appearing to be red. The true color of his eyes are unknown. He's tall, roughly 6'4. He's rather slim, though his exact weight is unknown. His skin is tanned, as if he has spent too many days out in the sun. His jacket is black, with a long, silver looking zipper. His pants are also jetblack, with a similar looking zipper look. Personality:He's quite, though often easy to irritate. He's rather sarcastic, and hates to talk to others. His knowledge is unknown, one moment he acts as dumb as a rock, then next say something truly intelligent. Though it is apparent he loves to mess with others mentally. Items:A locket that is tied around his neck. He also carries a small knife in a knife belt, attatched to his side. His leather wallet also sits in his pocket, with some bills and a credit card. Other:N/A. (Put Bio here if you really want to write it. Although, it’s actually encouraged that you do not.)
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:49 PM |
Name: Karl Hans
A.ge: 31
Gender: Male Appearance: Karl is a short, skinny pale skinned man. He isn't very a very intimating looking person by any means, standing below most people he meets. Karl's head is covered by chestnut brown hair of medium length, ending above his dark eyes which seem to hover between the colours of blue and brown. A short but visible jagged scar runs past Karl's left eye though the knowledge of what inflicted this scar is known only to Karl. As for clothing, Karl wears a typical American outfit consisting of a T-shirt and brand name jeans. (Black in brown in that order.) These are accompanied by a pair of clean white running shoes with a jagged black pattern on the outside of the shoes.
Personality: Karl is a well educated by stubborn fellow often coming with his his own ideas and opinions on various topics and events and defending them to the end. This stubborn attitude and a compulsive need to outdo those he meets makes it difficult for Karl to gain and keep friends, which is no trouble in the slightest to the anti social Karl.
Items: Car keys, Pen, Wallet with his credit card, drivers license and some loose change
Other: German heritage. Speaks fluent German and decent English.
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:49 PM |
(I'll start off the thread. Dead will be in charge as I will be gone for a few hours.)
The shimmering of black scratched against the raw, cracked pavement. The street was now a desolate area. The few people remaining inside huddled underneath in their basements. The tendrils sought out the few who wandered, although, they could not reach them. It was quiet, save for the few screams echoing through out by a poor, unfortunate victim. |
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| 16 Nov 2012 06:54 PM |
(i didn't ask for this) Nina I hid in the underground, unsure what would happen if I'd step outside into the dark, street, infested with darkness. I wondered if it was safe to stay here, or if it would be better to step outside. |
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excalis46
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| 17 Nov 2012 07:00 PM |
Derek
I looked out the window of my apartment, watching as the darkness crept up the abandoned and desolate street. I left the window and made sure the front door was secure, hearing the muffled screams of those not lucky enough to get away. I was pacing back and forth in the living room for minutes, contemplating whether or not I should make a run for it or just stay inside and hope for the best. 'Is there even any survivors left out there anyway..?' I thought to myself, debating the likelihood of whether I would survive out there. |
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Fruitpie
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| 17 Nov 2012 07:50 PM |
Name: Erskine Lockhart
A.ge: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Erskine is a fairly tall (5'6), lean guy who almost always seems to be on his guard. He has a light complexion, eyes the color of jades and black, tousled hair. A smirk usually rests on his face. Erskine often wears a black shirt with no name brand and a cheap, navy blue jacket over it. Jeans and red sneakers are usually an essential part of his daily apparel. The only blemish on him is a small, crescent-shaped scar decorating his cheek.
Personality: Usually he's just sardonic when participating in conversations. When not talking, he'll simply stare at others, weirding them out. If you do manage to become one of Erksine's friends, you'll at least be able to tolerate him.
Items: Some plastic dice, playing cards and a roll of bandages.
Other: N/A |
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| 17 Nov 2012 08:21 PM |
(Accepted.)
A line figure walks amongst the debris and blood. His expression shows no remorse, nor does it show any concern. He is confident and walks with a stride in his step. The tendrils scrape at the ground to reach him but show no luck. The young adult continued on his way. |
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