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 Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:22 am
♙ ραωης ♙ A world of unimagiable beauty.
A world of terrifying dangers.
A world of chess pieces.
Welcome to Roharjo.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:53 am
♕ History ♕ There is a place which happens to be the birthplace of everything. This place is well known by the names The Realm, The Gods' Realm, or The World. Though it is known to its inhabitants as Roharjo. Roharjo lies within another realm, the near opposite of Earth's. In fact, Roharjo and its realm were the birth of Earth. The creation of Earth came when, after a few months after its discovery, an unknown benefactor turned the inhospitable planet into a lush green and hospitable planet. The original intention of Earth was to create a sort of resort for people to go to. Earth acted as a resort for quite some while, some people even stayed for months. Some time later than its opening Earth was cut off from any kind of interaction with Roharjo and its "guests" quickly became its inhabitants. For thousands of years Roharjo's trapped children lived on Earth, they developed their culture there, using the old language and their abilities to survive until they could again make contact with their families. Contact was never made, though. The Roharjan's quickly became different, developing into Greeks, Romans, and others. They named Earth "Gaia" or "Gaea" and the gods they once knew disappeared and they created new gods. Gaia was their new home and they all had forgotten about Roharjo. Modern day. Earth is a polluted planet, both physically and mentally. Roharjo is better. Roharjo was finally able to make contact with their children, but by then, it'd been too late. The children of earth had forgotten their sires and Roharjo was shocked to see what earthlings did to each other as well as strangers.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 11:12 am
♔ Summary ♔ Roharjo harbours several thousand different species, excluding species already known to earthlings. There are vampires, werewolves, werebears, werecats, shapeshifters, dragons, elves, immortals, giant arachnids, talking animals, shadows, hollows, leyaks, mogwai, kupua, even gods. In Roharjo exist the three original gods; the gods of light, life, and darkness as well as the newest god of mystery and the unknown and the gods of life and light's demi-god, soon-to-be-god, child and their human child. Under the reign of the gods it may seem peaceful, but ever since the kidnapping and enprisonment of the kind and generous gods of light and life and the succession of the god of darkness, war and plagues have effected Roharjo, turning it from peaceful into what most would call "The Earth State" meaning a state in which a planet becomes full of turmoil and ignorance. Unknown to the earthlings, there is a way back to Roharjo. Through water. Water is the archetype of death and life, a significant symbol of balance. Through water, the paranormal portal balance (PPB) is off, portals randomly open up and swallow boats, planes, people, anything. The biggest unstable PPB level being around a place known as the Bermuda Triangle. The unstable PPB works both ways. Once arriving in Roharjo, most of the humans die or are sold as slaves. Sometimes they can escape and become successful in their new world. Roharjans don't welcome earthlings so well, which ends them up in alleys and the desert with slit throats. Nothing is as it seems in Roharjo. So begins the end of man.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 11:26 am
♗ Characters ♗ ☽Species☾ -Vampires -Were(beasts) -Shapeshifters -Kupua -Mogwai -Gods -Leyaks -Humans -Mermaids -Fairies -Fae -Immortals -Hollows -Hellhounds -Shadows -Nobles -Elementals -Et cetera ☽Accepting☾ -God of Light -God of Darkness -God of Mystery & Unknown (child of gods) -God of Hunters & The Hunt (child of gods) -God of Stars -Human Prince (child of gods) ☽Taken☾ -Demigod Princess (child of gods) -God of Life
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 11:44 am
♘ Rules ♘ ⇒ Follow all of gaia and my rules or begone ⇒ Content limit is PG-13 ⇒ Violence and romance are encouraged ⇒ There are a limited number of gods ⇒ Post at least once every week or you will be kicked out ⇒ Private message me all profiles titled 'Roharjo' with a llama in it so I know you read the rules ⇒ If you want a god, please private message me and ask for that position, the position will have a few requirements so you can ask about them and then decide if you want the position ⇒ The position of the demi-god princess will be given to one lucky person, then it will be revealed when I say so ⇒ Scratch rule number six, instead I want it to be titled with your species ⇒ You have three chances in this roleplay, whether it's with sending in your profile or disobeying a rule, you only get three ⇒ Do not disrespect other roleplayers ⇒ My word is law, if I tell you to resize your picture or change your text color, then do it or else ⇒ Have fun!
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 11:52 am
♖ Profile Template ♖ Feel free to decorate your profile any way, and add anything you want, but your profile must have the following requirements (in no particular order); username, name, age, gender, sexuality, species, history, powers, and a picture or description though I hate it when you use descriptions and I also hate real life pictures and prefer paintings, anime/manga, or sketches. Pictures from animes, mangas, or other familiars things are accepted in some circumstances. If you are a human from earth please say so and include a bio on how you got to Roharjo.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 12:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 1:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 4:37 pm
¿ Christine; Angel of Innocence ?♬ Enter the Ghost Opera ♬ I am Christine, age fifteen, black hair, green eyes, though currently my hair color is pale white and my eyes are green. I disguise myself so that I can hide from what I am, who I am; it destroys families and hurts those I love. So I disguise myself as this person who I am most definetly not; Christine. At least, that's what she thought to herself as she wandered the halls of the palace. Christine; unofficial guardian of the gods. Christine; who died twice by the hands of her allies. Christine; who remains a mystery even the god of mysteries cannot solve. She flicked her hair which was pale and braided into two long, thick, and tight braids, so that it wouldn't get into the way when fighting, over her shoulder and headed towards the grand room which was used for balls, meetings, and other such events hosted by the god of light and the god of life. This was their castle, and ever since they had been released from their prison, set up by their brother, Christine had remained by their side to protect them. It was her duty. Yet only she knew that.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 8:50 pm
 My name is Lillius Draco, I am twenty one years of age. I was born in New York City, New York, United States of America, but where I am now, there is no such place. I am no longer how I was before, it isn’t my natural midnight black hair, it wasn’t my cerulean blue eyes, or my pale complexion, it is my species. I was no longer a human, I was a vampire. I could not go out in the sunlight or digest food, only blood. I am unable to reproduce, I will never be able to have children of my own and it pains me to know this. I have become accustomed to this, it has started to feel natural but I can never stop the wave of remorse that drowned me every time I fed myself.
I am a horrible monster.
I was never supposed to be here, I didn’t belong here. It was a simple mishap, a wrong decision that had brought me here. I hadn’t regretted coming to Roharjo at first, it was because he was always by side, he was there for me but he is no longer here. He was left me to fend for myself, left me broken beyond repair. I am a lonely young woman, I miss him dearly, there is no one that could take his place.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 9:36 pm
¿ Christine; Angel of Innocence ?♬ Enter the Ghost Opera ♬Christine stood, looking out a large glass window that seemed so vast, stretching all the way from the northern wall to the southern wall. The glass itself was a wall, it had remained untouched ever since the castle was built, at least until Christine had arrived. It seemed trouble followed her wherever she went. It was undeniable. How could such an ordinary girl cause so much trouble, no matter what she did. Christine could bet that even if she hid for a thousand years, she would cause some kind of mayhem, no matter what. Christine looked out the window at the forest that stretched beyond the castle, to the left of her position in the castle was a desert, the only desert in Roharjo known to all by a different name. To Christine it was the Harpies' desert where she'd singlehandedly defeated the dreaded harpy sisters, created by the god of darkness, while her allies stood by dumbstruck. Christine smiled slightly at the memory, normally if you ripped an opponent's heart out they died instantly, or almost instantly. With the harpies their weak spot hadn't been their heart, but their heads. Seperate the head from the body and they die, a good lesson for Christine. She turned from the window, then, and took her place beside the throne that rightfully belonged to the demi-god princess who had been missing since two years of age. There had been a few imposters, people disguising themselves as the princess to get lives of luxury and fame, as well as some romance with the god of mystery and the unknown (who was engaged to the demi-god princess). One of these imposters had been the God of Beauty herself, the same god who'd nearly murdered Christine.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:46 am
Where there's life....
 The Goddess of Life trembled as she sat in her apartments, reading a letter from her brother, the God of Darkness. The letter was chilling in its tone and ominous in its implications. It read as follows:
"Dearest sister, the mother of all life,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. Forgive me for skipping the usual pleasantries that is dictated by good manners, for time is short and I wish to reach my point.
Your husband has been missing for some time. In his absence, you have struggled to take care of Roharjo and its people. Yes, dear sister, I know of the charade you have been conducting. Any self-respecting being with even a touch of god-blood would be able to tell that the God of Light who has been accompanying you through your castle is merely a construct of light and magic. I am sure I don't need to remind you that Life cannot rule Roharjo alone. Light must also shine upon the land or it cannot prosper. Should your husband fail to make an appearance in the next month, I will take the responsibility of caring for Roharjo onto my shoulders. I could not bear the thought of my lovely Hu-li'if suffering under the weight of such a great burden.
With all my love, dearest sister.
It was not signed, but Hu-li'if didn't need a signature to know her brother's writing. She set the letter down onto a low table and tried to compose herself.
It had been 3 months since her husband had left on a journey to Earth. Before he had departed, he had told Hu-li'if that his journey must be kept secret. If the people of Roharjo knew that he was going to visit Earth, civil war might break out. Factions had already formed and tensions were high among them. Some hated the Earthlings and wanted to launch a genocide campaign against them. Others called for a permanent separation of Roharjoans and Earthlings. Still more wanted to welcome them back to Roharjo. Opinions and desires clashed rampantly throughout their world. Hu-li'if and her husband had maintained a neutral stance towards Earth, though some of the other gods had definite opinions. Her brother, for example, wished to punish Earthlings for their mistreatment of such a beautiful land. If anyone were to learn that the God of Life favored the Earthlings, or even suspected that he did, it would result in an explosion of violence that could last for centuries. After all, the inhabitants of Roharjo tended to be long-lived and knew how to hold grudges.
She picked up her brother's letter again and summoned a small wisp of flame to consume it. When the letter was no more than a pile of pale ashes, she walked over to her balcony and let the remains of the letter be scattered by the wind. As the ashes flew away to blend in with the sands of the desert, she thought to herself, I will not allow my brother to frighten me. Hu-li'if nodded, then turned and left her apartments to look for Christine. If something should happen, Hu-li'if needed to make sure there were contingency plans. The young woman was a fierce warrior and an excellent strategist. She would be quite helpful in preparing for those contingency plans. Hu-li'if's mind was now racing, considering multiple possibilities and how to respond to them.
There's hope....
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 8:32 pm
¿ Christine; Angel of Innocence ?♬ Enter the Ghost Opera ♬Christine sighed, a heavy aweful sound in the empty room. Still standing at her post, Christine wished the gods were there, guarding empty thrones wasn't really her style and she was most likely the most impatient person in the world. Christine sighed again and started to walk around the room to stretch her legs, yawning, she kicked the air a few times then narrowed her eyes. A few moments later, an enemy appeared before her; a "fake" warrior she'd created using only her imagination, and her powers, of course. Christine feinted forward, jabbing out with her right leg, then jumping back before the warrio could bring his sword down on her leg. Christine was immortal, but that didn't mean that getting hurt didn't make her brain register pain. Christine chuckled and jumped to the left, bringing her fist up in an uppercut to the warrior's plated chest. The metal, well worked and polished, dented in so far that it would be a fatal wound for any mortal man, too bad this wasn't even a man. Christine frowned, bored with the warrior, and whisked him away with the flick of a finger. Where was the real enemy when you needed them. For that matter, where was the Dark Lord? Or Jack? Or Nhickolas? Or Kienan? Or even Exel? Though Christine wouldn't tell, she did admire the God of Darkness' pusuit of the demi-god princess, who'd disappeared thirteen years ago on earth. Christine pondered for a little bit, standing in the middle of the grand room; this demi-god princess must be something, she thought, to have the God of Darkness and even the willing God of Mystery after her. Though she'd never tell, Christine loved the God of Mystery.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 12:56 pm
Where there's life....
"Christine!" Hu-li'if spotted the young girl in the throne room, looking pensive. She sighed with relief, and rushed over. Normally decorous and graceful, she abandoned her courtly manners and gestures in her rush. "We must speak at once. There is a great danger." Without bothering to hear the girl's response, she led her out of the throne room and began walking briskly to the northern wing of the palace. It was where the extensive libraries and records rooms were, along with several conference and war rooms. After walking down a seemingly random selection of corridors and and hallways, she selected a small conference room and entered it. A few words sealed the door against all intruders, and a few others kept all who would try to listen or see into the room from doing so. One more incantation ensured that even the walls and furniture wouldn't remember what was said.
There's hope....
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