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[GiB] Strokend [ZIAZ]

PostPosted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 3:49 pm


This RP was originally started by somebody else. But, due to there being many typos, and that most people ended up forgetting about it, I am remaking it here in the guild.

The following is the original piece (yes, all of that was in one post...). Check below it for a fixed up version.
gothichick86
One day a plane that was going to be flying to Florida had a horrible accident.A beam hit the plane and everyone in side of it.Then the plane went hurrling down into a very strange island.A sigh said keep out on a chained fence to a forest.But when the beam hit the people they got knocked out and they started glowing ,then the glowing stopped.When it stopped the people had very strange powers.they where all on the beach of the island when they sarted glowing...

Rules:
You have to use quotes
keep it serious
If you dont fallow these rules I'll have to ask you to leave


Name:
Age:
Apperance:
Personality:
Powers sad the lmit is 4)
History sad if you want)


Quote:
One day, a plane that was on it's way to Florida had a horrible 'accident'. A mysterious beam hit the plane, going through both the plane and everything on it. The engines failed, and the plane fell downwards. Crashing on the beach of an island, strangely most, if not all, passangers survived. The passengers didn't know just how long the plane took to crash, as the beam sent them unconscience. Had any been conscience, they would have noticed that not too long after being hit by the beam they started glowing for a bit. Upon comming to, some of the people gathered.


Summary


-A few passangers have come to, thought some far away from the plane.
-The plane has crashed.
-The plane is in flight.  
PostPosted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 4:02 pm


Rules

1. Please, be serious, and follow rules.
2. Try not to godmod. If you feel you know what the reaction of another char would be, go ahead with that. But, to start with, please do not do this at all, as you wouldn't yet know the personalities of chars.
3. Should somebody be mistaken about the response of another character, the owner of that char should politely state in ooc for them to delete that, and then post what they would do. The person who made the mistake should then delete the part with mistake.
4. No 'nub sp33k', it's just stupid. If you know English, then you should darn well know how to type it properly. If you don't, be sure to include that information when you sign up. I'm sure there are those who are bilingual and will help you out.
5. Do correct typos ASAP, meaning ASAYNT (As Soon As You Notice Them).
6. Abbrieviations are not allowed in the role-play text, so please avoid using them. You may, however, use them in OOC.
7. All OOC is to be included with a post, surrounded by the OOC bubble, (( )).
8. Try to avoid short posts, whenver you can..! They can be annoying and possibly leave others slightly confused. Be descriptive to extend your post. If that doesn't work, backtrack just a little bit and include that into your post.
9. If you're going to join, don't just go and forget about this. I expect you to be able to be active and participate. If you must go idle for some reason, then let me know, either through PM, or ooc on a valid post.

Know that I might update the rules, incase I forgot some or decide to add new ones.
 

[GiB] Strokend [ZIAZ]


[GiB] Strokend [ZIAZ]

PostPosted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 4:06 pm


Signing Up


Keep in mind that the rules for the Role-Play will probably apply for this. There might be a few exceptions.

PM THE FORM TO ME. Don't forget to include the title of this RP somewhere in the PM!

Name:
Age:
Description:
Personality (optional):
History (optional):
Powers:


You may only have four powers unless I say otherwise.  
PostPosted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 4:25 pm


List of Participants


Strokend
Name: Michael Luttrell
Age: 15
Description: Average height for his age. Hazel eyes. Long, brown curley hair.
Personality: Tends to wear T-shirts often, usually wears his watch. Computer nerd and anime geek. Friendly to children. Often kind, but has certain 'buttons' which should not be pressed. Other than those, it's hard to make him angry. Likes cats.
History: Leaving one friend's house to another's who lives in Florida, he had supplies with him. That includes his laptop, gameboy, sleeping bag, pillow, clothes, a couple of books, and several other things.
Powers: Morphs into a cat, water powers, can create golems. Also, he can greatly speed up the growth of plants, as well as revive dead ones.


IDLE*
Name: Sora Itham
Age: 14
Description: About 5'4", with blue eyes and long blonde hair that has green tips. He usually wears a black T-Shirt, emblazoned with the names of several bands.
Personality (optional): Dark. He doesn't talk to many people, and prefers to stalk in a lonely place. Not that he hates company, he just finds the absence of people more comfortable, easier to think. However, he's nice to people that break him down, and becomes overtly emotional towards them, despite his tendency to appear cold-hearted.
History: He brought an MP3 player to listen to music, but that was lost during the crash though.
Powers: He can turn into a dog, manipulate electrical currents, and with a touch, can see the most recent happenings in a being's life, or what they're feeling at the moment.


belle degli inferno
Name: Dystie Rocom
Age: 7
Apperance: Long black hair and bright green-gold eyes. Her skin is dusted an eqyptian gold color. She's about 5'2. She wears a little black dress with red flowers near the lace on the hem.
Personality: She's quick to smile and not afraid to talk. She's pretty bright and is always overwhelmed with curiosity
Powers sad the limit is 4) Flight, fire, talks to animals.
History sad if you want) Dystie was traveling back home to Flordia after visiting her family in California. She had accidently been put on the wrong plane and went to NYC and everyone was more than willing to see this her on the right one home. She had flown all her life and was eager to get back home in order to see her mom again.


Sormani
Name: Korbaine Necro
Age: 21
Description: He is tall, standing at a full seven feet. Most people find that his appearance is one that you would see in a horror show, Korbaine appearing as the murderer. His hair is deep ebony, as dark as the night itself. It's shoulder length, and slightly unkempt. His sunken eyes are a very dark brown, and most people believe them to be black as well.

His arms are sinewy, and although they're not bulky in the least, he is exceptionally strong for his lithe appearance. He's flexible, and can fit throigh small spaces without much trouble. His legs are thick, although not bulky, allowing him to run long distances without too much trouble. His voice is shadowy, and seems to slither into one's mind.
Personality: He is quick with his tongue, and sarcastic in nature. He helps others, but only when he feels that it would suit him to do so. He's not likely to sacrifice himself to help another, and prefers to seclude himself from others. But with a plane crash, he knows that his skills with a blade might become of use, and knows that he can use every moment of this event to his advantage.
History: He was flying home to Florida for a 'job' he had been assigned to do. He had completed it, and was returning home for payment when this happened. He remembers well what he had done, and he remembers well that his crime would be remembered. After all, assassinations were not easily forgotten. But though he has killed before, many times at that, he has never been caught, or even become a suspect in any of his crimes.
Powers: Though he doesn't know about it, he can block his mind from anything that he feels unsuited to enter it. Though the powers that he does know about, can be considered much more potent for his occupation. His senses are enhanced, allowing him to see farther and hear easily what would have been impossible before. He can twist and mold metal with a single thought and can control the wind itself.


Asawa
Name: Danni Normandy
Age: 19
Description: Danni has long, curly chestnut brown hair that reaches the small of her back with whispy bangs that brush over here amber eyes. She's around 5 feet, 7 inches tall and is very lean. Usually she dresses in a knee-length dark denim skirt and a white tank top with the characters '<' and '3' on the right breat in the shape of a sideway, awkward heart. Although, she'd much rather walk around in bare foot...if she has to she'll put on her forest green, high top Chuck Taylor sneakers. Other than that she has a tattoo of the japanese character 'rebirth' behind her left ear.
Personality: Danni isn't what one would call a social butterfly, though she doesn't aviod people either. But if one got to know her they'd soon find out that she has a generous sense of humour and is very caring and compasionate. But with a tendancy to use sarcasm and wit playfully as well.
History: After living most of her life in a small town and studying art and literature there through-out high school she was more then overjoyed to find out that she was accepted into a high ranked university in Florida.
Powers: Telepathy, and the ability to turn invisable at will.


Other***
Name: Ronalich J. C.
Description: Ronalich is a cat, who somehow managed to survive the crash. He already proved intelligent before gaining powers, but his powers add to it...
Personality: Ronalich tends to be deceitful. He makes people think a certain way, then ends up being completely different. Ronalich DOES, however, keep the lonely company a lot of the time.
Powers: Spiritual Guidance (dissapears into a ghost-like invisible 'non-existant' thing, where he is capable of entering the minds of the sleeping), which he knows of; Unusual elemental powers (which show up randomly and go away); Anthopoifusion (He is capable of fusing with something else to gain their qualities), though it is VERY difficult for him to use; and Cat's Life, which allows him to come back from the dead an unlimited amount of times--With a cost, of course.


*If somebody is IDLE, then that person is no longer able to participate in the role-play.
**Unclaimed means that the character is up for grabs.
***Other char is simply that: It's a char seperate from the characters made by people.  

[GiB] Strokend [ZIAZ]


[GiB] Strokend [ZIAZ]

PostPosted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 6:56 pm


Michael remembered something...

"You did great, Michael. Keep practicing to get perfect!" Sarah's mom said. "But you have to take a break from practicing your music and start packing!"

"Heh. Yeah, I know," Michael said.

"I'm hooome!" Sarah shouted, comming through the door. "You been packing, Mike?"

"Getting to it. Where's Jake, anyhow?"

"Oh, I think he went to the arcade again," Mrs. Sothin, Sarah's mom, replied.

"Ah. Must've left while I was on the computer then," Michael said.


The next morning, Michael woke up and went downstairs. Sarah and jake were playing a game, while Mrs. Sothin was at the table, reading.

"Oh, Michael! Your suitcase is on the chair across from me," Mrs. Sothin said. "Why not play games untill it's time for you to leave?"

Just then, Jake and Sarah cheered, apparently they won. "Guess I can join in now?" Michael asked. Then the dream seemed to fade away...
PostPosted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 5:36 pm


Sora stared into Kate's eyes. He wouldn't be gone for so long, but his best friend was worried about what would happen to him in Florida.

"It's OK, I'll call you the moment I land," he said, "Alligators won't eat me," he added.

"Sora, if you forget to call, you'll have much more than an alligator to look out for," she replied. "If you do forget, I'll find your happy a** in Florida and kick it with my new steel toe boots!" came Katie's exclamation.

An announcement came over the intercom: "All Passengers on flights to Florida, Georgia, California, and New York, please begin to gather at the designated gates." The familiar ending beep came out, and Sora flipped his lightly green-tipped blonde hair over his shoulder.

"Well, I gotta go," he said, "See ya soon!" he exclaimed, and without her replying, walked off into the terminal. His vision became faded, and his stirring dreams calmed and sank back into unthinking unconsciousness.

Sorani


love enigma

PostPosted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 7:20 pm


((YAy!!! I'm back with Dystie!! However, I will need a bathroom break right now!!))
PostPosted: Tue Sep 20, 2005 7:10 pm


((Hey, JJ, tell me if you want any changes in your char's info.))

A while had passed on the plane since Michael woke up. It was about time they were going to turn off the in-plane lights again. A little girl, Dystie, sat next to him. He had been playing a game of goldfish with her for a while now. "Nope," she said. The stack only had a couple of cards left in it. "Go fish!" After Michael pulled a card from the deck, she asked, "Got a four?"

Michael grinned, and handed his four to her. "Got an eight?" she asked.

"Nope, go fish." he replied. She grabbed the last remaining card from the pile, so it was of course an eight, meaning she could go again. She won that game. Michael grinned. "Hey... I got this gameboy... Unfortunately we can't use one on the plane, or it may cause us to crash."

Then a voice came over the radio. "Please prepare for sleeping time. The lights will soon go off."

"Oh..." Dystie said quietly. "I don't like the dark..."

Michael smiled. "That's alright. I'll leave my reading light on for you!" He was going to leave it on to read, but should he decide to sleep, he would leave it on, so that she can sleep confortably.

[GiB] Strokend [ZIAZ]


Sorani

PostPosted: Wed Sep 21, 2005 4:55 pm


Sora listened behind him as two kids were playing GoFish, a bit before the so-called 'sleeping time' started. One of the kids was older than him, he could tell, but the other was about 7 or 8. Their fun made a small smile saunter on his lips, as much as he would have refused to smiling in public. It didn't agree with his green-tipped hair and overall appearance.

The lights shut off as the crew started the sleeping time. He leaned back in his chair, not enough to disrupt the two behind him, and turned the music on his MP3 up. They had said that no electronic devices could be used, during flight, but he thought they meant only the normal computers and such with Wireless capabilities. Not a harmless little MP3 player, although it contained several depressing songs about dying. He closed his eyes and put a sweatshirt on, his hood hiding his earplugs, and left his MP3 playing a hard-rock tune that only his ears could hear.
PostPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 4:22 pm


The lights shut off soon after their game ended, but Dystie was too awake to be afraid of much.

"Mike," she whispered, her voice came out more childish than she intended. Afterall, Mike treated her like a grown-up, so she intended to act like one. The only noise shich drifted back to her ears was the sound of snoring coming from the boy in front of her. Loud snoring at that.

Dystie unfastened her seatbelt and stood up on her seat to reach the reading light. Barely having enough strength to press the overused button, Dystie turned it on, careful to quickly face it away from Mike and into the alleyway. Peering over the seat in front of her to look at the loud snorer, Dystie giggled as a long, thin string of drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth to his shirt.

Suddenly, Dystie was grabbed back by the waist and nearly thrown back into her seat. She laughed herder as Mike proceeded to tickle her.

"Miike!" she gasped out shrilly through fits of laughter, "S-stopp!" Her laughter must have carried all the way to the flight attendent for she rushed back to quickly quiet the fits of hysteria.

With a sharp glance toward Mike who returned to his side of the armrest, the attendent smoothed her hand over Dystie's hair and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "If you pretend to be asleep for twenty minutes, I'll give you a lollipop and a sherly temple."

Dystie nodded at the lady eagerly and smiled a bright, entergetic smile. As the flight attendent returned to her place on the flight, Dystie turned back to Mike. "Psst, Mike!" she whispered in a stage whisper.

"If you tell me when 20 minutes is, I will give you some of my sherly temple!" Mike's laughter rung through out the plane and was quickly sushed by the family of the sleeping people.

"Alright," he whispered. But for now, you have to sleep.

Ten minutes later, the light snores of Dystie mingled in with the boy in front of her and her friend beside her.

love enigma


[GiB] Strokend [ZIAZ]

PostPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 6:40 pm


Michael could faintly hear music from the seat infront of Dystie and he. The lights went off after a brief announcement, and Dystie seemed a bit startled.

"Mike," she whispered to him after a bit. By now the person infront of them had fallen asleep, snoring slightly. He wasn't sure if it was the person who had their music playing. Dystie seemed to notice it, too.

Michael waited for Dystie to say what it was she wanted to, but she didn't. Instead, she unbuckled herself, reached over to his lamp, and, just barely able to, turned it on. He was thinking to correct her to be better than that, but he decided not to. She quickly aimed it downwards. a little more towards the aisle.

Dystie looked to the person infront of her, and started giggling quietly. Mike grabbed her, sitting her down, a little more rough than he meant to. He smiled and started tickling her, though it probably wasn't the best idea while people were trying to sleep. But he didn't really think much of that.

Dystie, now giggling loudly, complained, asking him to stop. He let out a single, quiet laugh through his nose, buckled Dystie in, then his hands retreated to his lap.

The flight attendant walked over along the dimly lit aisle-His reading lamp was probably by far the strongest light to light it up. She had gotten there just as Mike retreated his hands, and gave him a slightly angry glance. She then whispered something to Dystie.

"Mike?" Dystie asked quietly. "If you tell me when 20 minutes is..." Michael grinned slightly, attempting to hide it. He had heard what the flight attendant said. "...I'll give you some of my sherly temple."

Michael didn't know what that was, but he let his grin become more visible. He looked towards Dystie and whispered, "Alright. But for now, you have to sleep.

He lifted his right arm, pressed a button, and a light, hardly visible unless looked directly at, shown from his wrist. A few beeps came from his watch, then he lowered his arm. He was terrible at keeping track of time without his watch, so he set it to beep after half an hour.
PostPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 5:18 am


Korbaine sat in his seat, nearer to the back of the plane, a hood draped over his face to block the dim light. His eyes were closed, and he was nearly invisible in his seat. He was not asleep, as he rarely slept, but he was in deep thought as to what he would do when he got back to Florida. He knew that he would have to disappear for at least four days. If he did become a suspect, even without a criminal record, his appearance would get him hunted down first. That was assuming they could find him. He had no address, he had no home. He moved too much for something like that.

He wished that he hadn't had to ship his weapons ahead of him. If they got lost, or stolen, the one responsible would pay. Those weapons, the knives and daggers had been passed down through his family line since Medieval times. If he were to auction them off, he could make millions. But auctioning them off was the last thing he would ever do. They were a sign, a symbol as to who and what he was. And if someone lost them, or if someone stole them, he would track them down. And the rest was common knowledge.

His mind slowly drifted into past memories, blood spattering against walls, cleaning up the blood and any trace of Korbaine's presence. The screams as his victims were killed. Korbaine didn't enjoy these things. He was born to be an assassin, and he didn't doubt that. But he wasn't necessarily evil. He could kill without remorse, but he wasn't pure evil. He was far from it.

The last thing he thought before he drifted to sleep wass what he always thought before he slept. "Shadowed Death", the meaning of his real name. Then everything went dark, and he fell asleep, breathing slowly and silently.

Rukoric


Sorani

PostPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 2:51 pm


The man next to Sora nudged him. "Wha...?" he asked as he woke up.

"You really shouldn't be using that now," he said to Sora, pointing to the MP3 player than now hung out of his pocket, his hood now having been slipped off, revealing those dark buds.

"Yeah, sorry," Sora said, and turned it off promptly. If he had kept it on, the guy probably would've reported it and have it confiscated. He definitely didn't want that to happen. He slipped the small device into his backpack, and listened to the light snores of the two behind him before drifting back into his own sleep.
PostPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 3:16 pm


Korbaine listened closely, awakened by a sudden noise in the back of the plane. It sounded like a small metal object was dropped, although he knew it was nothing serious. He heard the conversation going on between Sora and the other man, even though he had no idea what they were talking about, he had a feeling that one of them had some sort of electrical device on them. Possibly something small, and something that would have been hidden before now. Possibly an Mp3 player, but it wasn't Korbaine's place to draw attention to another. After all, he was a professional assassin. That, and he didn't really care if the plane went to hell because some idiot used an electrical device on-board. He would survive, just like he had before. He had never been in a plane crash, but Korbaine was smart, and clever. He knew that there was always a way to escape death.

He flipped the hood back, revealing his shoulder length ebony hair. It was neat for the plane trip back to Florida, but in reality, he never cared what it looked like. He only did this as a small child passed him, moving as fast as one of his age could without running. He raised an eyebrow as the child came back past him, and as he heard a mother scolding the child, he laughed inwardly. He didn't know why, but he did. A rare moment indeed, even if it wasn't a joyful laugh.

He draped the hood back over, and nearly fell back asleep, his only link into conciousness being his reeling mind. He felt that something was going to go wrong wit this flight. He couldn't place it, but he knew that something was going to go wrong with this flight. He didn't know what, but he just had a gut feeling.

((Maikau won't be doing anything until the accident happens. Or something else, like an announcment. He's just the kind of person that doesn't communicate much.))

Rukoric


[GiB] Strokend [ZIAZ]

PostPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:03 pm


A small beep sounded, from somewhere near a small child and a teenager.

Michael raised his eyebrows, eyes still closed, waited a few seconds, then opened them. "Dystie..." he whispered, not sure if she was awake or not, but quiet enough not to wake her up, unless she was a very light sleeper. He didn't quite know about that yet. "...perhaps we should remain silent 'till the lights come back on. We need our sleep-Otherwise, you'll easily lose the games you play."

He shut his eyes, thinking of the book he was currently in the middle of reading (Not at the exact moment, though). He grinned. So much funny things were in the book. That reminded him of some other things, and his smile grew as big as that flat smile of his (for some reason, he couldn't get it to get into a U shape...) could get--He also started bouncing very softly, more of shifts from left to right, perhaps about an inch either way, moving up and down a bit as well, so that it would cause no disturbance. Oh, he loved technology. So many things... So many games... So much...
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