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 Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 1:08 pm
Come here and post your ideas or thoughts about what we should have in a new roleplay, or get your idea "Okay"-ed! <3
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 1:42 pm
I know I have an idea...I just can't think of it...
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 2:00 pm
EEP! eek darn! I didn't know you had to post here first- I'm sorry I already posted the rp- here's the idea... it's long though... sorry! If you don't like it I'll take it away... It's called 'As I'm Wisped away" Quote:  "Leave here at once!" comanded a man, with firey red locks and giant wings of an angel. "You've failed beofre and you know you have no power here, Caal," his voice echoed through the darkened skys, "The portal shall never be yours to control."
"That is where you are wrong, Guardian," hissed a voice from the shadows. "Where once I have failed-now I will prevail." Boney hands appeared from the hooded figure. With a quick chant and a wave of his palm, the Guardian was wounded deeply in his shoulder.
Hot blood dripped from his injury, but the Guardian was to astonished to care. "H-how?"
"Dark magic-" expalined the hooded figure. "Now, Guardian, you are strong, and would make a fine general for my armies," the sky grew red and the earth below the pair mirrored the skies, "Join me and I'll let you live. Join me and drive both worlds into my hands!"
"Never," defided the Guardian.
"Perhaps you don't know the sinairo at hand, dear Guardian," sneered the hooded creature. "You see, even now as the sky turns red the world around us is being infected. My minons are at work, taking over and corrupting the one source of your strength- The kinddess of man. My creatures move swiftly and well- there will be no one to stand in my way. No vitrue, no chance."
The hooded figure chuckled as he clenched his fist, as he did so, the Guardian shouted in pain, and held his chest as if his insides were being twisted. "What about now, oh noble Guardian? You know, no one can stop me now that the world is under my control," mocked the hooded figure.
The Guardian did not reply, the hooded figure squeezed harder, causing more wounds to appear upon the flesh of his opponent
The feathered guardain muttered something under his breath. "Speak, louder!" comanded the hooded figure.
He wheezed and cringed at the pain in his chest, "There is a way to stop you."
"Oh really? And what might that be?" smirked the hooded figure.
The Guardian smiled. "A legend-" was all he said before ripping away from the Hooded figure's encanted grasp. He screamed in the horrible pain stabbing his body as he broke through the spell and into the portal behind him.
The hooded figure did not follow, but meerly chuckled. "You're stronger then I thought! but no matter! Man is weak- twas foolishness to have a Guardian depend on their strength of heart to protect anything at all!"
The feathere Guardain plundge from the skies. The pain was gashing in his heart. he was too weak to open his eyes, to weak to notice the chill he had brought with him- to weak to stop himself from falling into the ground below.
CRASH!
For several moments, the guardian was still, laying in the ground, waiting for a slow death. there was far to much pain for him to truly know what he was doing. "A legend..." he whispered to himself. The words seemed to give him strength enough to raise and collide with a door. He tripped into a room of which he did not know.
CRASH
Only then did he creep into the safety of te shadows, too weak to think of anything else such a strange room....
Malana was walking back home from school. her stride was long and swift, not in an preticular reason, she just wanted to get out of the chilling autumn air. While the wind was briskly nipping her nose, she skipped up the stairs of her front porch- her dark blonde locks bounced as went.
She entered her home after futtling through the mess of change in her pocket. Dropping her schoolbag onto the ground beside the shoes, Malana rubbed her fore arms, desperate to warm them. "Why on earth is it this cold? It's apirl for Chist's sake!" she blew into her cupped hands. The cold had come on so suddenly. Malana remembered as she left school, the tempture was warm and humid, very different from the weather that was now present outside. The weather man hadn't predicted such a sharp change in the weather. Had she known, Malana would have brought a jacket with her.
Once warmed, Malana stared at the first door before her. "Okay- three ... two... one... now!" She reached out the door to get the mail from the mail box just outside the door, only to withdraw her arm as quickly as she could after retreiving the postage.
"Geez it's freezing!" she exclaimed.
CRASH!
Malana nearly jumped from her spot. "Eh? Who's there?" There was no answer. "Hello?" she called out a little louder, and yet there was still no answer. This was nerve racking- her mother couldn't be home- the car wasn't in the driveway and Malana's brother was now serving detention at school for who knows what this time.
The girl gropped around and grasped her mother's high-heel shoe. "Get back- I'm armed." she warned the intruder. The floor creeked as, she slowly crept foward into the kitchen. There was another crash. "eep!" Malana's stomach was all in knots- the noise was coming from the basment.
Still very uncertain of herself- the girl crept slowly down the stairs to the basement, shoe in hand, ready to strike. It was then that something caught the corner of her eye. Something had moved. "S-Show yourself!" From the shadows lept- her cat, Michiko.
Malana's shouders dropped, utterly relieved. "Oh my god, Michi!" Malana set the shoe aside, and knelt down to pet her feline friend. "You scared me have to death!" Malana could feel Michiko shaking as she stroked the kittie's fur. "Oh, are you cold too, Michi? I'll turn the heater."
Malana went onto the basement floor, where she was very cold. Michiko would not go with Malana, she prefered to stay where she was. There was a draft about the room coming from an opened door that lead to the backyard. The wind was blowing the door to and fro as it whistled into the room. "Why's that open?"
As she went over to the swinging door, when she noticed something on the floor. "Huh?" Malana questioned, closing the door as she glanced down. Below Malana were small puddles of something- blood.
Malana gasped and jumped back. There had to be something else in her house.
CRASH!
Malana turned in the direction of the crash. She could hardly breathe in her panic as the vision came into veiw. Blood was ozing out of several wounds puctured in a firey redheads flesh. She could hear him huffing for air, and saw that he could hardly stand. She almost screamed when the figure moved foward and stumbled in its pain.
Malana's brown eyes went wide and mouth agape. The person before her had long, white feathered wings, some feathers were stained in blood. The wounded figure reached his hand out to Malana and rasped, "Help me."
And we start from there! Welcome everyone to As I'm wisped away.
Our world exists with another world in a parallel universe. The barrier between the two is literally paper thin yet strong enough for the two worlds not to know of each other. The only bridge between the worlds is a single portal in the sky, that for centuries has been raided by a single force. Yet each and every time the force came to attack the Guardian awoke to protect it.
The Guardian's power is hardly his own, in fact, he draws his strength from the kindness, courage, and over all goodness of man. Now the evil force who once failed has won a battle, banishing the Guardian from the skies. The Guardian's greatest strength has now become his greatess weakness... or has it?
Legend has it that should there ever come a day that the Guardian falls from the skies that he must seek the One. A single soul to help uplift the souls of the world and fight this impending doom. But is she willing enough to help to fight her own inner demons?
"A man living under the shadow of an impending calamity lives at his best for he strives the hardest."
- Sant Kirpal Singh Ji Maharaj
idea No Godmodding
idea Your character must be orginanal.
idea Killing is only allowed when the person being killed as consented
idea Romance is ok- don't go to far though; No Cybering.. NONE!
idea Any weapon your character has must be reasonable. No galatic lazers.
idea Literate posts- unless it's a fight, then you need ot be quick so that's ok!
idea If you want to make a polt twist discusss it with at least one other character in this role play so there's an agreement for fun for everyone or speak to moi.
idea Stay with the plot of this RP and have fun with it!
idea If you don't want to be part of the rp anymore, please post or pm me and say so, this way I can get you off the Character List without worrying that you might still want to rp(the BOLD names must be filled before we can start rolepalying!) Author's note: Please forgive me and my lack of interesting characters- I'm tired and I want what I got written down...Malana Era
-TheGoddessKali-
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Malana
Bio: Malana is an average teenaged girl. She likes music, movies, and books; however she doesn't get along with many people. Her best friend is her cat Michiko and she has two friends that shes a little close with but she never lets anyone in.
The Guardain (Graid)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Appearance: headshot fullbody
Bio: Graid is the Guardain of th protal between the two worlds. He draws all his strength of the kindness of man, from their heart, and inner spirit- without that, he's a freak weakling with wings. After being defeated he seeks the help of the One of Legends.
Hooded figure who has yet to be named
Age: unknown
gender: male
Appearance: A dark hooded figure.
Bio sad God knows...)
Hiji Era
Age: 39
Gender: female
Appearance: Madame Era
Bio: Hiji Era is a single mother of two children. Her husband left her after an affiar with another woman and never returned. Though she family finanically surived, her heart was broken. She now works nearly all day, and though she enjoys spending time with her children, she fears hearing the words 'Why did Dad go?'
Saki Era
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: "bad-boy"
Bio: Saki is Malana's younger brother and according to every girl in school- he is a chick magnet. He's a smart boy, clever, witty, and a good athelete, what every girl in junior high wants for a boyfirend. but Saki's not interested. Instead, he gets in trouble a lot playing pranks, yet none of the teachers can really touch him, he's the star player on everyteam, the school's sport record would be on the line. So, he just gets detention everyday- he doesn't care and just stays the extra twenty minutes to clean the classroom.If you'd like to submit a character please pm the the following info:Name: Age: Appearance: Bio: Author's note part II: I'd prefer no personality in the profiles- let that show in your writting! ^^ There's the idea in a nut shell.... kindda... sorry again! sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 5:29 pm
Are there any dragon rps?
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 9:16 pm
Heeeeey. Draaaaagon roleplays. I like dragon-rider roleplays. Those are sweet. However, I'm not nearly creative enough to invent one. However... I'll start thinking. Maybe in a week, I'll actually have something. Hahaha.
I'll start thinking, if anyone wants to do it. If not, whatev.
But yeah. What does everyone want to do??
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:54 am
I am thinking of one but don't have the ideas down yet. It is a quest for finding the last two ice dragons and geting them to breed and keep the spiece going. Ice dragons do not fight for good or evil in this rp, more detail later.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 5:51 am
The Last of the Ice Dragons
Main Plot: Only two ice dragons are left on the planet but a group of totally different people who may have never met before have a plan to save the species from its imminent doom. The companions will make two journeys, one to the North Pole and one to the South Pole. In the north lives the female dragon, Migal in the Ice Caps of Grolik and in the south the male dragon, Fadmarii in the Mountains of Ice. The two ice dragons must breed and regenerate the species before it’s too late. The King Golpen is sponsoring this mission to save the last dragons that are not ruled by the shadow armies of Telg but who says they don’t want reinforcements?
The journey will be hard and full of action, suspense, sadness and hard times but in the end only one kingdom can win the race of the dragons but you have the hands of the gods in your heart. Your companions and you start out in the equator city of Tepal.
New post line_____________________________________________
Fill this out if you accept the mission:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Class: (archer, knight ect.)
Weapons:
Pet(s):
Other item(s):
Appearance:
History:
Personality: (optional)
New Post line_____________________________________________
Rules:
1. Follow the guild rules
2. No God mode
3. Conversations can only be three posts long so that people can join in anytime easily.
4. Pets can’t be bigger than an average human
5. New rpers can join anytime as long as it is not in the middle of something like a battle
6. All players must work for king Golpen (enemies are puppets) Only two generals on the evil side and they control any other evil beings as they wish.
7. Your person can die if you want to quit rping
8. You can have 1 or 2 people, but their activities need to stay in the same post, not separate.
9. Romance is alowed but no cybering
((Sorry, had to edit it, words first then that one rule, without at least two real characters on the bad side, then the plot will not move. COV))
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:55 pm
Waterbender2000 The Last of the Ice Dragons Main Plot: Only two ice dragons are left on the planet but a group of totally different people who may have never met before have a plan to save the species from its imminent doom. The companions will make two journeys, one to the North Pole and one to the South Pole. In the north lives the female dragon, Migal in the Ice Caps of Grolik and in the south the male dragon, Fadmarii in the Mountains of Ice. The two ice dragons must breed and regenerate the species before it’s too late. The King Golpen is sponsoring this mission to save the last dragons that are not ruled by the shadow armies of Telg but who says they don’t want reinforcements? The journey will be hard and full of action, suspense, sadness and hard times but in the end only one kingdom can win the race of the dragons but you have the hands of the gods in your heart. Your companions and you start out in the equator city of Tepal. New post line_____________________________________________ Fill this out if you accept the mission: Name: Age: Gender: Race: Class: (archer, knight ect.) Weapons: Pet(s): Other item(s): Appearance: History: Personality: (optional) New Post line_____________________________________________ Rules: 1. Follow the guild rules 2. No God mode 3. Conversations can only be three posts long so that people can join in anytime easily. 4. Pets can’t be bigger than an average human 5. New rpers can join anytime as long as it is not in the middle of something like a battle 6. All players must work for king Golpen (enemies are puppets) Only two generals on the evil side and they control any other evil beings as they wish. 7. Your person can die if you want to quit rping 8. You can have 1 or 2 people, but their activities need to stay in the same post, not separate. 9. Romance is alowed but no cybering ((Sorry, had to edit it, words first then that one rule, without at least two real characters on the bad side, then the plot will not move. COV)) ok thanks!
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 4:00 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 5:40 pm
Well, I like it! How about ya'll?
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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:48 pm
Oh...well I'm sorry, I did not see this before sweatdrop . However I do have a little something, I don't like to call it an excuse. Reason as to why I created an RP before I went here is because I asked Broc and he said it was alright. But I suppose from now on I'll post any ideas I get here. *bows* My thanks and apologies to ye people.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 10:14 pm
Lone Frost Oh...well I'm sorry, I did not see this before sweatdrop . However I do have a little something, I don't like to call it an excuse. Reason as to why I created an RP before I went here is because I asked Broc and he said it was alright. But I suppose from now on I'll post any ideas I get here. *bows* My thanks and apologies to ye people. Don't worry about it. You did ask me... and I liked that idea. So, that was better than comming here. Don't worry about it. ^___^ Thanks, man.
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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 10:05 pm
Welcome to Japan! Home of cars, electronics, high rise buildings, anime, and the Japanese language! See Mount Fuji, rising above the clouds with its blue base and snowy top! See Tokyo, with bustling throngs of people involved in mass jaywalking, living in apartments and working on offices! See the kilometers and kilometers of industrial parks, belching smoke and helping to float the world economy!
See far into the past. This is not the Japan that we know now, with its masses of highly educated people. This is a Japan of craft, of tradition, of honor and family. This is Japan somewhere between its independence from China and its rediscovery by the Dutch. This is Japan when swords were not weapons, but art.
This is feudal Japan. Indeed, there is a feud that is going on, that has been going on for centuries. A family feud. Look further back.
Lord Fukitsu rolled his eyes. It was a feast, a feast celebrating the marriage of his son to the daughter of the Giman clan. But, as always, his wife was screaming. He looked to Lord Giman, expressing "Women. Can't take a joke, can they?" with a simple raising of the eyebrows and a slight stretching of the corners of his mouth. Lord Giman replied to this with an expression that either meant "I thought it was funny, myself" or "I'm trying and failing to control my diarrhea." And over them, their wives fought.
"You take that back! My son is perfectly handsome! He does not look like a deceased horse!" said Lady Fukitsu, slamming her open palm onto the table at which they were all eating.
"I'm sorry if you cannot understand my humorous comment. It was intended to be a joke, but apparently you are not intelligent enough to comprehend even the simplest repartee." calmly replied Lady Giman.
The lords were perfectly fine. In fact, they remained friends, and kept a regular exchange of letters outside of the knowledge of their wives. However, as is seen in many cultures around the world, the women control what actually happens in the house by clever manipulation of the men's sexual wiles. The marriage was canceled, and so the feud started.
But no one knows any of that anymore. Really, and I mean this with every sort of emphasis, no one knows this anymore (that means you!). All everyone knows is that the Fukitsu and Giman clans have been fighting longer than there have been any sort of written records.
And as the women were, the clans are now. The Fukitsu clan is loud and boistrous and upfront, and has mastered the art of Bushido. They are master Samurai, knowing no equals in hand-to-hand combat. Modern-day tanks would be no match for the brute power of these warriors.
The Giman clan, though, is more sneaky and quiet and indirect, and so developed to perfection the art of Nonuse. They are ideal Ninja, undetectable when they are concentrating on stealth. Strategic poisoning to them is as easy and effective as breathing is to you.
Recently, though, after the deaths of the two heads of household (great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great etc grandsons of the two Lords mentioned above), a ceasefire has been called to mourn and, essentially, reload. Unexpectedly, though, the ceasefire has lasted twenty-five years. The peace has been strained, yes, but it has been there. Both sides have been wary of the other, but the peace has been preserved.
Until now.
Four servants, two from each clan, managed somehow to ambush each other at the same time, leaving one from each clan dead, and one to report to their masters that they were attacked, and that there have been casualties.
The first straw.
The last straw.
Grab your weapons.
Welcome to Japan.
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