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 Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 5:11 pm
Table of Contents
Intro
Rules
General Info
Profile Skeletons
Accepted Humans
Accepted Displaced
Story So Far/Updates
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Intro The scientists gazed up at the large piece of machinary before them, now at it's completion. It was a complicated device, powered by runes and the like, and had one purpose. To make their nations most deadly weapons more accessable. There was a price of course, these "weapons" wouldn't be as powerful as they used to be, but they weren't planning to do this to all of them. But any improvement was good when it came to this war. One man stepped forward, the body of his deceased wife laying limp and gray in his arms. A few others moved to help him, attaching the corpse to a table that one end of the mechanism was pointed at. He stared at her face a moment, pain evident in his eyes, but that was all the emotion he dared to show. The other side of the device was strapped to a massive sphere that practically had wires and pipes growing out of it like hair. He twirled his wrist, drawing a symbol in the air. A moment later, a small being appeared, his weapon; his elemental spirit. The creature looked up at him as he gestured to an opened hatch on the sphere. Without a sound, it obeyed the command and entered. The door was shut tightly, and another scientist started up the device. A dreadful racket began to grow from the machines inner workings, and found it's way out as other parts of the device became active. A frightened cry from within the sphere could barely be heard above the den, and the machine surged with power from the sphere all the way to the point at the other end, the cry travelling with it. The needle point could hold it no longer, and the energy was thrust into the lifeless human body just inches away, and suddenly the cry was coming from her mouth as color returned to her cheeks and wounds closed. The machine fizzled as the last of the energy pulses entered her now revived form. But the sould that inhabited it was not the same as it had been before.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 5:45 pm
Rules -Obey all regular Gaia and Guild rules --Respect the other players -There can be romance and violence, but nothing over PG-13 level --Try to keep swearing to a minimum -PM all profiles to me with the title Transfer Degree --You may have up to three characters (one displaced elemental and two humans) -There cannot be more elementals than there are humans --I would prefer that you not play both the elemental and their former master, I want you to interact with other people. Look through the characters that are already accepted, and see if you can't form a story that fits with theirs. If you can't, or you don't find any you like, then that's ok, but I would at least like you to try. -Elementals will only be accepted for the first part of the RP. Once I start moving the plot along (after 100+ posts, depending on where everyone is), no more will be accepted, but there can be more humans made throughout the RP --Please try to be literate, and speak in third person -Writer's block happens, but try not to make a habit out of it --Use (()) or something similar for OOC -If you have more than one character, use differant colors so we know who's talking. It's ok if your character has the same color as someone else --No god-modding or anything of the sort -No killing, unless both parties tell me that they plan to do it --If you want to recycle a character, or just delete it, let me know -Please inform us if you are to be absent for a long period of time --Rules can be added and changed as I see fit. -Have fun mrgreen If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to PM me, I'm always happy to help 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 9:58 am
General Info. This is just some basic information to help you form your characters and understand the RP a little better. My thoughts can be a little jumbled at times so please bare with me. All human characters at the beginning are scientists that work in the facility, or the townsfolk in the small village not far away. More options will be available later. The country is currently at war, and at the moment, is loosing. Their main weapons are elemental spirits. A magically inclined person will be able to summon one of a specific element, but doing so will leave them very weak for awhile, depending on how long they kept it summoned. If left for too long, the human may pass out. The researchers have come up with a way to place the soul and power of an elemental spirit into a lifeless human body. This comes with a price, of course, since the new human forms are far too weak to channel much magic, so the displaced elementals will be only half as powerful as before, but at the same time they can be used indeffinately. Of course, before the elementals are ready for the battlefield, they must first grow accostomed to their new human forms. They will still follow the orders of the human that used to control them, but as the RP progresses, they will grow more and more independent. There will always be some drive that makes them feel they must do as their former master's say, but they may resist it later on or they may not. Not everyone is magically inclined, so not everyone will have had an elemental spirit before. Only about half the population of the country can summon elementals. Elementals that aren't displaced are NPCs, and aren't able to speak more than make various sounds. Displaced elementals can't understand what they're saying either, though they have a better idea of what the other is trying to say. An elemental spirit cannot be put into the body of their dead master, because if their master is dead, then there's no one to summon them. As the RP moves along, I'll add to this. Let me know if you have any questions!
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 10:26 am
Profile Skeletons NOTE: Please, please, please leave you text out of the bold section. I hate having to fix that. You'll still be alowed to join the RP, but for my sake please? The elements available are: water, fire, wind, earth, dark, and light Human[b]Gaia:[/b] (you username)
[b]Name:[/b] (character name)
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Appearence:[/b] (may be link to a picture or a description of at least four lines, you may also put a picture or link if they have an elemental spirit that isn't displaced)
[b]Job:[/b] (for now only researcher/scientist or a job for someone in the village, no military positions)
[b]Magically inclined?[/b] (yes or no)
[b]If so, what element?[/b] (put N/A if you put "no" above)
[b]Bio:[/b] (at least four lines)
[b]Personality:[/b] (at least three lines)
[b]Other:[/b] (optional, anything that doesn't fit under the other catagories) Displaced Elemental[b]Gaia:[/b] (you username)
[b]Name:[/b] (character name)
[b]Age of form:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]New Appearence:[/b] (their new, human form, may be link to a picture or a description of at least four lines)
[b]Old Appearence:[/b] (optional, what they looked like as an elemental spirit)
[b]Element:[/b] (see list above)
[b]Bio:[/b] (at least four lines, include something about the bodies former owner)
[b]Personality:[/b] (at least three lines)
[b]Former Master:[/b] (you may leave this blank if you don't have one yet)
[b]Other:[/b] (optional, anything that doesn't fit under the other catagories) Again, don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions. And PM me with any edits you want to make.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 10:40 am
Accepted Humans Gaia: Gemmetra Name: Melvin Age: 21 Gender: male Appearence: Melvin Job: Researcher and writer Magically inclined? Yes If so, what element? Fire (changeable) Bio: Melvin became a researcher because his father before him was. Although his true passion is to write abou the world rather than expirement with it, he finds their progress interesting, and plans to chronicle the changes his elemental spirit will go through now that it has been displaced into the body of someone he's never even met. It's a bit saddened that he won't be able to summon the creature anymore, but likes the idea that he can now actually communicate with it. Personality: Melvin is very inquisitive, and asks lots of questions. He always ignores the sign "Do Not Touch" or anything similar, but he finds any resulting pain to be experience and knowledge. He prefers quite rooms to the busy workplace he has to deal with, but is over all pretty easy going with it all. Other: He also likes to write poetry, but he doesn't tell anyone that. Gaia: Clara33 Name: Angela Bartimueus Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: AngelaJob: Researcher Magically inclined? Yes If so, what element? Darkness Bio: Angela was brought up a sweet girl until about 15, when her father was killed by an elemental who had been fooling around and had set his office on fire. She remembered the elemental, and is out to get him. She wanted the opposite of fire, and since fire is hot and bright, she relied on the darkness to calm her. She is biased against all fire elementals, and fire elemental users, so she has a difficulty getting along with many other people. After the fire in her father's office, rumor got around that she had set the fire herself. She was shunned in the village by all who did not know her. But the researchers took her in for her talent. Sheer, raw, talent. The talent to not feel upset if the creature in front of her was in pain. The talent to not feel squeamish when an experiment went wrong and blood was everywhere. The talent to not feel for others. A cold, but useful, talent. Personality: Angela is mostly unfeeling. She gives clear, cold stares to people, and isn't afraid to speak her mind, even to elementals. She isn't worried about pain, either. She says that pain is just a state of mind, and that she can think her way out of it. Other: She likes pets. She has a lot of them living at her home, and usually, the first command she gives her elemental is to not kill any of them. Gaia: DemonDays2 Name: Jeeves and Mule Age: Jeeves is 45, unknown for Mule but believed to be 34 Gender: Male, for both Appearence: Jeeves l MuleJob: Traveling salesmen Magically inclined? Jeeves isn't, and Mule is only barely. If so, what element? Mule doesn't have an element, his magic only extends as far as telepathic communication Bio: No one is sure who Jeeves is. No one has seen his face, no one knows his real name, and no one even knows where he comes from. Everyone calls him Jeeves. He is a travelling salesman who seems to have pretty much anything for sale. He also tinkers a lot, and as a result, his bag is always filled with junk. Mule is even more mysterious. No one, not even Jeeves, knows anything about him. He never talks, and this has led to the belief that he is incapable of talking. However, he can communicate telepathically with Jeeves. Jeeves met him one day and became good friends, and eventually became salesmen. They wander the world, selling whatever they can get. Personality: Jeeves is cheerful with a strange sense of humor. No matter what, he is always laughing his wheezing little laugh. He has a habit of getting into people's faces when trying to sell things. To those he buddies up with, he is a loyal companion, until he loots your stuff when you aren't looking and tries to sell it. Mule on the other hand, when he communicates, is a quiet individual who is extremely smart and knows how to make a good deal. He comes off to most people as a very intelligent person, if he communicates with them. He also acts as a bodyguard to Jeeves and anyone else Jeeves happens to want protected. Other: The glow from Jeeves' eyes come from a pair of goggles on his head. He has them because his eyesight is nearly gone, and they allow him to see nearly perfectly, as well as give him night vision and infrared vision, as well as magnify objects very close.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 10:54 am
Accepted Displaced Gaia: Gemmetra Name: Cryslis (Crissy) Age of form: 27 Gender: female New Appearence: CrissyOld Appearence: CryslisElement: water Bio: Cryslis has seen battle enough to understand what war is, and while she does not understand why she was put into this form, she still follows her master's wishes fervently. She was given the form of her master's wife, Maria, who was recently killed on the battle field. Even so, Crissy doesn't understand why her appearence and developing demeanors seem to sadden him, of course having not had much experience with human emotions before, it may take some time to be able to comprehend it. Personality: Crissy is normally calm and detached. She prefers to stand back and observe rather than be right in the thick of something. She comes across as rude and blunt at times, and she is very confused by emotions, especially the ones she's beginning to feel herself. Former Master:Other: None at the moment. Gaia: Clara33 Name: Atamia Rayven Paein Age of form:13(Put into the man's dead daughter) Gender:Female New Appearance:AtamiaOld Appearance: RayvenElement: Dark Bio: Atamia was a sweet little girl. Her father was magical, and even while the war was going on, at least everything at home was going on all right. But a bombing that went on while her parents were out of town changed her. Specifically, it killed her. The toxins from the explosion was the thing that ended her, not the bombing itself. Her father loved her very much, and infused her with an elemental of darkness. Rayven is the elemental. She doesn't really like fighting, but is bound by her master. If she had a choice of what she would do, it would probably be sleep. She doesn't like doing anything. Nothing at all. She's been tossed around by lots of masters over the years, but she's never been in such a young body before. She likes that. Kind of like she likes the joker, but that's not her fault if she thinks he's hot for some unknown reason. Personality: Rayven is lazy, but she is very witty and cunning. She has a habit of tricking others into doing her work for her. When she can't, though, she can call up a power that most people dare not cross. Some people do, but those are the stupid people who get their skulls blown inside out and backwards. Former Master: None yet. Other: Little bits of Atamia's mind are left which Rayven has to deal with. They are irritatingly hopeful, and usually stop Rayven from killing someone when they come round. Gaia: Kualus457 Name: Kaiza Age of form: 17 Gender: Male New Appearence: A 17 year old black knight, with a decently muscular build. He has green eyes and black hair with blonde Hhighlight's. He normally wears dark colored armor. Old Appearence: Black energy that takes a human-like form Element: Dark Bio: Kaiza is one of the experiements for creating the "Ultimate Life Form". He's skilled In swordsmanship and various dark rituals. His new form is that of the young man Durrant, the son of an esteemed general. He fell in battle, due to overconfidence in his abilities. His father agreed to allow his son's body for the experiments in order to make some legacy of his son be known. Personality: He's more of the strong, silent type, and doesn't talk much unless he has something to say. He generally refuses to join in conversations he finds pointless, and prefers to stick to himself. His greatest fault is probably that he doesn't care to listen to anyone but his former master. Former Master: Cecil Other: Nothing Gaia: Red Phoenix48 Name: Rokmar Age of form: 22 Gender: Male New Appearence: A tall man of unknown ethnicity, given the flame that runs through him, the skin is as white as ash. The hair is mostly gone, but the short white hair that remains is constantly smoldering. The fingers are hooked and blackened from the fire, but the tops of his hands are unique in that they are the only part of his body to retain it's skin color: Tan. The face is straight and stern, only to twist into a devilish grin at the slightest notice. When staring deep into his eyes, a writhing flame appears. Old Appearence: Shalzaz the FirelordElement: Fire Bio: The previous owner of this body was a cultist in a fire-based religion, which caused the scorching and burning of all he touched eventually, to the point where he incinerated his clothing, becoming an inferno of flame. Rokmar himself, previously known as Shalzaz, was summoned from the Plane of Fire, when he became a familiar of his former master. Rokmar does not remember his master very well. Personality: Being a fire elemental, Rokmar is destructive, violent, chaotic, and malevolent, but besides that he also has a tendency to misjudge people by their elemental magics, overshooting for fire and undershooting for water, but most of all, he hates the dark. He doesn't understand the dark, but it leaves his former host's body yabbering and raving. Rokmar suspects he will never get full control of the body, and yearns to be free of its fleshy prison. Former Master: Melvin Other: If forced to fight with modern weapons (Unlikely) he prefers to fight with a .45 Desert Eagle. He will be using the Dark Red color for his posts.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 11:02 am
Story So Far/Updates Part I: The war is still ongoing, and countless lives are being lost. But before the displaced can help on the front lines, they need to learn how to behave in a mostly human like fashion, and what the limits of their new bodies are.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 11:08 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 11:09 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:36 pm
((Well, due to the fact that the RP hadn't even started yet, I kind of disregarded my own rules sweatdrop That being the one that refers to the number of displaced in comparison to the number of humans. If any of you would be willing to create a human, I would very much appreciate it. Also, in order to make the RP a little easier, at least some of the displaced we have should have former masters. Please look at what's available (at the current moment there's only one, there will hopefully be more soon), and see if any of them fit your character. Thank you!)) Melvin tapped his chin thoughtfully, staring up at the sky just outside their facility. The air inside was getting musty, with the corpses arriving every day for their research. A breath of fresh air was very welcoming. In a way, he wondered what he was doing here. He dared admit (to himself, and no one else) that their new "weapons" seemed...well...like an immoral creation. Not to say that the displaced elementals themselves were immoral, but that the process of making a dead body, of someone that at some point was loved by friends and family, and then putting a new being inside it. And while the expirements made him feel a little uneasy, he couldn't help but be completely entranced by them. ----- One of the lab assistance, charged with keeping the place clean glowered hatefully at Cryslis as the former water elemental sat in her quarters, misting the entire room with her magic. She had no idea why the young human was so upset. Didn't he get paid to mop the floors? He should be thanking her for giving him something to do. Besides, she got irritable if her enviroment was too dry for too long. Would he rather she act like that? Honestly, what was wrong with this little human.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:11 am
Kaiza,(Old Appearance At The Time)streches his arm, as if he is preparing for a fight,
"Damn all of this! I NEED A NEW FORM!"
Kaiza Also Starts Blasting the metal targets
"I(shoots) HATE(shoots again) MY FORM!(shoots for last time)"
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:37 pm
The scientists heartlessly dropped the corpse on the table, strapping it in. Shalzaz the Firelord watched this process. He knew, subliminally, that eventually he would be forced to undergo the process of Displacement. To not feel the heat of the Plane of Fire again.... That would be neverending pain to one such as him. The firey figure, about two feet tall, blasted heat through the room, warming it to a uncomfortable level. The box was then opened, and Shalzaz's master ordered him in, in flawed Ignan, which suprised him greatly. Didn't his master need him? He heated all for his master. With much straining against the master, eventually he had to succumb to their will. Fighting every step, the twisted snake of fire slid into the box. When the lid was closed, Shalzaz panicked. To not feel it's flames again... Angrily, flames blasted the box, searing the inside and outside with heat, and flames licked the outside. A blast of the energy that composed the needle's tip, and he was inside a fleshy prison of death and decay. The little ghost of the flamesnake wove through the body, finally finding the brain. But the brain was silent, no electricity coursed through it. A blast of fire ignited the air and caused electricity to start jumping from synapse to synapse, starting the process of the natural systems. But the body was dying. Why? Ah, of course. It was not breathing. Another blast of electricity started the lungs working with a first gasping, rattling breath. More and more, but the firelord could not control it. Realizing what he had to do, Shalzaz donned his new name, and dove into the brain, becoming its soul.
The eyes snapped open. The researchers backed away slowly. Rokmar sat up, and attempted the bubbling speech of the elementals, but much to his horror, he could no longer speak Ignan, and his ears did not reach high enough into the Pentitonic scale to hear it properly. He was trapped, alone.
((Hows that for a first post? XD))
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:53 pm
"Melvin. Surprise surprise. What are you doing out here?" Angela walked up behind the young man, tugging on his dark purple hair for the need to just irritate him. Her voice was untainted by something so undignified as emotion, and so did her face. "Are you on break?" She stared out at the chain link, looking past the world in front of her and out a hole into something else. Specifically, she was staring into the other world. Not the Elemental world. Her world. Her special world. And it was special because it was hers. All hers.
~!~
Rayven stared at the wall.
It was a black wall, and it was the closest to darkness that she now could get, being here in a building with bright lights and such. She didn't expect to be told what to do by anyone but her master, and her master had made her into...this. This body, so limited, so weak. Not worth her time. And there were worthless thoughts from the dead body, floating around, stopping her fury dead. They were timid thoughts. Useless. But they were there.
And annoying as hell.
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