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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:16 pm
So I'm stealing this idea from someone in another guild, who in turn stole it from someone else. Yay tradition! Anyways....
Like the title implies, there is no plot here. Or rules really, outside the guild ones. The plotline/story of this lil RP are up to the folks in it, and what characters you decide to drop down. My only request is that you not use character sheets for this- part of the point is to develop and grow the character (or characters if you like) as it goes along. Doesn't mean you can't make one for your records or in the nifty subforum for them, but please don't post them here.
The current setting is modern fantasy, and anything you want- from fallen angel to rebellious teen to strange half-breed, feel free to make it. Just remember most of the populous is human, so try to be able to blend it or go unnoticed a bit.
And that's it. *Writes out first post*
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:26 pm
Elaidon sighed as he ran a hand through his long red hair, trying to get his thoughts in order. He'd been fired- again. It wasn't even his fault this time... okay, so maybe he could have skipped out on the vamp nest raid, and just let the others deal with it, and finished up the story he'd needed to turn in first thing that morning. It wouldn't have killed him.
"Done is done," he told himself as he looked up at the sign for the dingy bar at the end of the street. It was even shabbier than most of the other businesses around it, the neon sign half dead anyway. Only the first two letters of the name- Biers- was visible, and the half nude woman next to it jerked her leg arthritically. The appearance suited the usuals though, and discouraged normals from coming in- well except old Mrs. Crieves, but everyone just kind of looked out for her.
More important than the look of it was the old rune scratched into the door. It was a place folks like him could go and be themselves, without worrying about people panicking or freaking out.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 3:04 am
2nd Lieutenant Malus J. Darkblade of the Weyland-Yutani Corp. Security forces strolled casually down the footpath, the lamp mounted on his armoured shoulder illuminating the night in front of him as he continued his patrol. It was 2 in the morning, known amoung the corporate forces as the dead shift, because either it was as dead as a cemetry, nothing happening at all, or you'd end up having to make someone dead, as the worst sort of people were the kind that lurked around in the middle of the night.
He sighed softly as he turned the corner, moving into a adjoining street as he patrolled the streets, keeping it safe from harm. This town seemed to have not been protected by a decent law enforcement, so Weyland-Yutani had been hired to look after it, and here his unit was.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 12:59 pm
A young neko in a dark green cloak walked though the streets, pulling the hood tighter over her head with her gloved hand. "This is great." she sighed, her blue eyes looking out at people as they passed. She was a vampire, a mutt of her race. And if her memory was better she might have knowen where she was going, but sadly it wasn't. She stoped and looked up at the half dead neon sign of a small bar and then headed inside.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 8:59 am
As the girl entered the dimly lit, smoky room heads of varying shapes and sizes turned to her. Most of them went back to what they had been doing, but a few kept watch on the stranger.
Eliadon wasn't one of them. He tried to avoid trouble here. He sat at the bar and sipped at his drink, listening to the idle drone of conversation around him.
The bartender, and older androgynous figure nodded to her from where it was wiping out glasses. It's eyes were completely black, and it's skin was smooth and silvery.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 1:43 pm
The teenage angel made his way down the street. Silvery-white parted down the center shoulder length hair bouncing from one side to the other quite in sync with his steps. The melodic swaying of his body, the control he seemed to possess over it. It all pointed, quite obviously, to him being more of a fighter type. Toned semi-muscled body standing at about 5'7" in height. His azure and crimson eyes half hidden behind the frontal strands of hair, only revealing one at a time as it swayed back and forth.
The bored expression upon his face left one to wonder what the man was actually thinking. Actually, from the looks of things he seemed to have cloud envy. The black pupils studded in the center of his red and blue eyes fixated upon the sky.
The man wore simple clothing, white seemed to be the choice for this day. Everything from his loosely buttoned long sleeve shirt to his pants and socks were white. Except for the fingerless biker like gloves he wore and of course his trademark boots, which were black.
The only distinguishing feature he had from the other humans were his elven like ears. His wings were sealed whilst in public for obvious reasons. He appeared quite normal during these hours of the day.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 3:56 pm
...You don't love someone for
their looks
their clothes
or their fancy cars
but because they sing a song
only you can hear... A young Seraphim, about the age of nineteen sat in a lone bar, her legs crossed. Her long blond hair, with a tint of pink added, rest across her shoulders, and lap. Every one of her six wings here nicely folded close to her back. Her blood red three feet, four inch blade against her waist. This young woman's silky legs moving slightly as she shifted in her seat. Her short like dress moved across her thighs as she moved. She kicked her foot slightly in a rhythmic pattern as if she were listening to music. She looked down at the floor as she sat there... as if waiting for someone... This young woman's name... was Seraphina... ...In the silence of Night
I have often wished for just a few words of
love from one man,
rather than the applause
of thousands of people...
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