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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:14 am
Warning: This Role Play is expected to be at least Semi-Literate. By this, I mean no one liners, if you play a canon you MUST play them correctly, and you must be able to spell to a semi-proficient level. I do no need scientific explanations for how a stick of Dynamite reacts to fire or heat. I need what you are reading right now; several sentences, easy to read, and with passion. : : T R I G U N : C O N T I N U A T I O N : : Another century has passed. Truth has turned to tales. Tales have turned to rumors. Rumors have turned to bed time stories. Stories have turned to legends; myths.
All of the witnesses are dead; strike two men.
Vash the Stampede and Millions Knives.
Two conscious plants whom have been hiding for the past century in this desert wasteland. The wanted posters have been blown away with the tumble weeds. No one believes the two of them ever lived and that it was just some made up tale; this fiction of conscious plants.
The Earth Army even had given up their search for the two as time passed. There were rumors someone had finally killed the two being whom live outside the bounds of time, but most just believe they disappeared into thin air.
The Eye of Michael that had once fallen to Wolfwood had again become strong; no... stronger. Their labs have improved the sciences of mutations to create stronger super soldiers than before.
So... what are you?
Who are you?
Maybe a simple civilian? A dangerous assassin? A pro Vash supporter? Maybe you're just some hot fangirl that wants to hump Knives?
Whatever you are, we are currently accepting. Come and join the fun!
( All Profiles are to be PMed to me. )
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:20 am
: : C O D E X : : 1.) Try to be literate, please. We're not noobs after all. That means a decent sized post. We understand during conversation though.
2.) Spelling. I suck at it too, but try.
3.) Chat outside of the RP will be done in ((double brackets))
4.) No playing God. That's my job.
5.) Me, myself and Fenris (Me again) down there run this shin-dig, so listen.
6.) Killing each other? That's kind of part of the point. Just make sure it's okay with the victim first.
7.) Cussing is okay, but not every other word unless it's part of your character. We might need to talk that out, but yeah.
8.) Mail me your profile.
9.) Be creative, but not tacky.
10.) Provide a RP sample with your profile so we know what we're getting into.
11.) Use grammar and punctuation. There should be no action within the quotation marks.
12.) Have Fun!
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:23 am
: : P R O F I L E : F O R M S : : All profiles are to be messaged to me to be accepted.[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] ( Picture preferred. )
[b]Weapons:[/b] ( Western themed weapons. Stick to guns or knives, swords, etc. )
[b]Biography:[/b] ( Keep it short, please. I hate these too. )
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:30 am
: : C A N N O N S : : Plants
Username: Fenris___Fenrir
Name: Vash The Stampede
Age: 231. Looks mid-twenties.
Gender: Male
Height: About 5'11"
Appearance: [x]
Weapons: AGL ARMS .45 Long Colt
Biography: Vash is the twin brother of Knives. He is kind and funny and loves wrestling with kids. He has a knack for creating more trouble than he can handle. By accident, of course. He finds himself trapped is a never ending cycle of bad luck and pain. He has lived long enough to watch friends die, people hurt, mug, rape, or even kill each other... he's seen horrors beyond what any other man could withstand and somehow has yet to break. He is truly strong willed and a powerful figure.
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Username: Jett Stryker
Name: Millions Knives
Age: 231. Looks mid-twenties.
Gender: Male
Height: About 5'11"
Appearance: TrigunMax_Ch101-14.jpg][x]
Weapons: [Carries a pair of these]
Biography: Knives is Vash' twin brother. He never used to be evil, in fact, he was always very sweet. He has an undying love for his brother, but yet has this disgusted wrath for humans. He believes all humans to be maggots and weak; he believes humans should be destroyed for keeping his family (all plants) captive as slaves.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:32 am
: : A C C E P T E D : P R O F I L E S : :
Username: Fenris___Fenrir
Name: Elandri (Ellie) Crimshin
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9"
Appearance: [x]
Weapons: [Japanese Fan Blade]
Biography: Elandri is a mystic. Her name has always been commented as 'funny' due to the way it looks and sounds. She has the power of paranormal where she can speak with the spirits, transfer the dead's souls into her body to have them speak through her among many other things.
She has strange powers for a human, but people constantly go to her for advice and help whenever they are in need. She is truly a caring, loving woman whom will welcome even the worst of scum with open arms.
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Username: Fenris___Fenrir
Name: Virgil The Horse
Age: 13; Looks early twenties.
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Appearance: [x]
Weapons: [Two guns.] Tiny triangle shaped daggers [Shuriken] attached to strings that are attached to [silver rings.]
Biography: Virgil The Horse is a traitor to the Eye of Michael, and the leader of a group of outcasts, freaks, or whatever you wish to call them. In other words, he is the leader of a group full of plants, genetically enhanced humans, or even just humans with such skill that they are proclaimed as one or the other.
He has a high tolerance to idiots and insults, but absolutely can not stand humans demeaning plants, enhanced humans, etc. He is a very logical, calculating man and does not do anything without meaning.
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Username: Lycan_Traitor
Name: Nicole the Destroyer
Age: 13; Appears 32
Gender: Female
Height: 6’1”
Appearance: [X]
Weapons: Large cross weapon housing a machine gun and rocket launcher named ’Destroyer’; twin dual cal. 50 pistols
Biography: Nicole is a born-killer, having a twisted sense of morals, and a love for extinguishing lives. When she was still a child, people in her hometown began dying in mysterious and brutal ways. It was discovered that the young girl was behind them; a fact which caught the attention of the Eye of Michael. She taken away from the jail and brought into the organization. She was used in an experiment to improve upon their goal of making the perfect assassin. The process made her age by about ten years, but in return she gained superhuman abilities, including regeneration. Since she was the only one to survive the experiment, she was deemed a success, and rewarded with the highest honor the Eye of Michael could give; she received her very own cross weapon, named ‘Destroyer’.
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Username: Kiko-Pants
Name: Cole Wolfgang
Age: Doesn't know, but appears mid twentys.
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 10"
Appearance: [x]
Weapons: A large cross called the Tri-Fang after it's three different uses. At the very top of it, two Colt Diamondback revolvers can be pulled out and the arms of the cross are filled with ammunition. Said arms can be detonated for quit the explosion. The bottom, and lengthier, part of the cross is used as a semi-automatic sniper rifle.
Biography: Cole can't quite recall when it happen, when he was robbed of a child hood and promise of a normal life, but he does know the casue. How could he forget? It was The Eye of Michael. They came and pryed him from his peacful life in the orphanage of December to put him through hell and back. The training was nonstop, the pain just as much, and the breaks rare enough to be called dreams. From there the years merged together as he was taught the lessons of guns, violence, and salvation through the lord. Then Cole endured the numerous experiments to him body. So much happen that he no longer remembers his age or birthday, not like it would matter. His life was cut short anyway. After enduring so much, he was finally released into the world under the title Cole the Tri-Fang. He now works as a traveling preist, though with the approval of the Eye of Michael, to be able to support the orphanage that he came from. The one thing wants is to be able to return that place he dares to dream of as paradise.
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Username: Lycan_Traitor
Name: Elijah ‘Eli’ Black
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10”
Appearance: [X]
Weapons: One double action six-shot revolver, and a 12 Gauge Sawed-off Shotgun
Biography: Eli is something of a vigilante; not quite an outlaw, yet he also tends to take the law into his own hands when necessary. He realizes that many mayors and sheriffs become corrupt easy, and knows when things are just not fair for the citizens. He’s a wanderer, unable to stay in one town too long in case he gets arrested. He’s a good hearted person, and believes in doing what’s right. Taking lives isn’t his favorite thing to do, but he realizes in some situations there’s no way around it. He makes a living out of helping people, although often takes on odd jobs to actually make money.
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Username: MysteryOfTheNight
Name: Vital
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 1''
Appearance: [x]
Weapons: One large katana, with a chain dangling off the end. (Has habit of swinging the sword...)
Biography: Vital was an experiment by humans gone wrong- and now only hate, kill, distrust, anger, pain, sadness, and masochism rule in his vocabulary and one-track mind. He managed to escape out of his dreadful holding cell due to a minor mistake of everyone experimenting on him thinking he was harmless. Now he wanders the street donning a pair of sunglasses, and tries to blend in the best he can to avoid any hostile looks that could cause him to go berserk. He has memories of his tortures- but has no idea what they were experimenting on him for. He only hates them. What he doesn't know was that he was created as a weapon almost equal to the level of powers of destruction certain independent plants had...but in a different perspective.
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Username:
Name: Alexander Vermileon
Age: 102 (appears 17)
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Appearance:
here
Weapons:
-Telekenisis
-Psi-claw - His own equivalent of the Angel arm or Knives' genocidal attack. Essentially his own spirit radiates from his body through semitransparent tenticals which reach out over a long range. The tenticals are capable of severing limbs as well as delivering any otherwise fatal blows.
-Pistol - Custom built in his years of solitude. He has perfected it's use, not quite to the degree of acuracy attained by Vash the Stampede, but far better than most humans.
Biography:
Alex's father was a plant, one of the many who was freed after the battle between Vash and knives over a century ago. fnding sympathy with the peaceful ideals Vash lived by, the plant hoped to dwell among the humans. Finding love and marrying, eventually fathering a son, the man's dreamed seemed to be coming true.
Like any child, Alex shared traits of both his human mother and father alike. Maturing much closer to the rate of human children while having an impressive ability to learn new information and an incredibly quick rate. By the time Alex reached the age of seven, he began showing violent tendancies just as his own supernatural abilities began to surface. Rumors spread like wildfire of Alex supposedly injuring the other children without even lifting a hand.
It wasn't long until distrust began to take root in the human's hearts as they continued to age as Alex and his father seemed to stay young. When Alex reached the age of 16, it seemed his growth had come almost to a standstill.
One fateful day, one of his peers had gone too far, pushing Alex into a blind rage, calling him a freak of nature as well other insults. In a heartless attack, Alex killed the boy in a matter of seconds. Once he had settled down and became aware of what he had done, he began to panic. Returning to his father and telling him what had happened. In fear they slept, unsure of just what would happen. That night the humans made a stand against those two, entering their home and murdering Alex's father and mother in cold blood. Once again Alex lashed out, killing the entire city population in that single night.
Alex knew he would never be able to return to the humans after what had happened, and so he ventured out into the desert, hoping to die.
Stumbling on the old forgotten wreckage of one of the crashed rescue ships from a century ago. he made a home for himself. Studying all the remaining information in the aincient databanks, learning about his people as well as the history between the humans and himself. For years he has remained in solitude, unsure of just where he stands between the humans and the plants.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:40 pm
The sun rose high over this No mads lands. The city of December was so full of life today. People were hustling along their way with bags of items they was recently bought and whatnot.
Elandri sighed softly, leaning against the post of her friend's salon. She was tired from her night's work, but she was happy. People came up to to a lot and greeted her and wished her the best. It made her feel... accomplished. Happy. Happy that even in this hellish world, she could help people smile.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:47 pm
A woman walked silently into the city of December, drawing a fair amount of attention to herself without even trying. She seemed normal, yet at the same time, was completely abnormal. She was unusually tall, with short blonde hair and fair skin that seemed to ignore the effects of the harsh suns, and dressed in a full-black suit despite the heat. The most out-of-the-ordinary detail, however, was a large cross covered in a black cloth. She carried it by a white leather strapped slung over her should easily, despite it being nearly as big as she was. She stopped long enough to lower her wire-rim sunglasses, revealing amber colored eyes. She looked around for a moment, checking all her surroundings. Replacing her glasses, she moved on, ignoring the whispers that seemed to follow her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:57 pm
Elandri noticed the new woman quickly. Of course, whom could not notice such an imposing female? She smiled sweetly as she moved from her post and towards the woman to greet her. She was obviously new to December, and it was the only kind gesture one could have towards a stranger.
Elandri stropped a few feet in from of the woman with that sweet smile on her face. "My, you are tall. You must scare away all of the men." Elandri kidded with a giggle before lifting her dress a bit and bowing.
"I am Elandri Crimshin, the village mystic." She explained before standing up to her tallest, which was not too far off from this sandy haired woman's height. Maybe a good four inches off.
"Welcome to December."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 1:23 pm
Nicole had been taken by surprise, since she hadn't been expecting anyone to approach her. The only sign of this was her eyebrows raising. After the other woman's words sunk in, she gave her a smile; it seemed warm and genuine enough. "Heh, yeah, something like that. I guess it's a good thing I'm not looking for a fellow right now, huh?"
She pulled her glasses down her nose a bit to get a better look at Elandri. "A mystic, huh? That sounds very extravagant."
((Blech...Sorry I took so long...I had college stuffs to do.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 2:16 pm
"I just speak to spirits is all. They can be really mean, actually." She said before giggling. "You must be tired. My friend owns the nearyby tavern. You should rest there." Elandri said softly before looking towards the building in question.
"If you ever need anything from me, I am usually found there." She said before looking up at the tall woman. "I never caught your name...?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 3:14 pm
"Well, no offense meant, but I'm not entirely sure I believe in spirits. However, I'm not opposed to admitting anything's possible in this strange world of ours." Nicole slid her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and readjusted her grip on the cross. "Ah, well, thank you. I was just going to look for a place to stay, actually. I've been traveling for a while."
She started to move away from Elandri, but stopped just a few feet away. She turned to address her again. "It's Nicole. Nicole Renaldi," she added, coming up with the false surname on the spot. "I suppose I'll talk to you later." With a nod and a wave, Nicole made her way to the suggested tavern.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:36 am
Elandri nodded to Nicole before heading off back to her shop. There was probably a line of people by now. This town had grown famous because of her spirit meddling, wither it be because of protesters that try to assassinate her, or because they search for help contacting their dead friends.
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A line of smoke left the center of his cigarette, ashes built up about and ich. He had not moved; not even twitched as the black and white dressed man casually sat in the back of the bar. He had business here, sadly. Otherwise he would be back at the base.
Virgil sighed heavily as the last of his cigarette broke off and fell into a pile of ashes on the table top. He took the filter from his mouth and shoved it into an ash tray before he tipped his black bowled cap over his face.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:07 pm
Elijah Black was in the bed of a rickety old truck, leaning against a crate with his black cowboy hat pulled down over his eyes. He appeared to be asleep, despite the fact the ride was very rough, and occasionally hit a bump so bad he flew up a inch before crashing back down. At one point, he moved long enough to grab a cigarette, and light and smoke it. However, after he had flicked the butt out into the desert, he went back to being still.
"We're here," the driver said once they were in town, slamming his door shut.
Eli sat up straight, and pushed his hat back to normal, revealing he had a young, handsome face a dark chocolate eyes. He jumped out of the truck, and smiled. "Thanks for the ride. Where exactly are we, again?"
"December," the man grunted.
Eli's smile widened. "Ah, December! Great! I haven't been here in a while. Thanks again for the ride." After giving the other man some money, he waved and made his way into town.
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Nicole stepped into the tavern and went up to the bar, letting her cross thunk against the floor and lean against a stool. She took a seat next to it, and waited for the bartender to come over. After he did, she ordered a glass of whiskey and the house special. Putting her elbow on the bar and resting her head in her hand, she sighed and waited for her order to arrive.
The tall blonde was a bit weary and more than a little cranky. It took a lot for one of her origins to get tired, however a few days of straight traveling with no sleep and little food would wear anyone down. After she ate, she was planning on turning in and getting a good night of rest. After that she was going to continue chasing after her assigned target. He wasn't anyone particularly special, however after a botched attempt by someone who was now no longer part of the Eye of Michael (or the living, for that matter), the guy had become extremely paranoid. He was constantly on the move, nestled in an armored truck and surrounded by mercenaries. Even with the hired goons, he wouldn't be hard to take out, Nicole just had to catch up to him first. Unfortunately, she was several days behind since her superiors had taken their time finally deciding to assign her the task.
Nicole straightened when her place and glass were set down before her. Almost gratefully, she paid the bartender and started eating her meal.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:28 pm
Virgil didn't flinch when the 'thunk' sounded. He was the only man in the bar whom didn't care for the woman that had entered, mainly because he couldn't see her with his eyes closed. You can't really freak over one's presences with a hundred or so layers of skin and muscle covering your eyes.
He huffed, then tipped his hat up and looked to the woman that had entered with a dull expression; or, at least dull until he noticed the cross she had dropped. His eyes went wide for only a second before they returned to a glazed over, dull expression. "Are you a priest of something?" He asked half-heatedly, not really caring to receive and answer from the woman.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:45 pm
Nicole's enhanced sense of hearing managed to pick up Virgil's words from the back of the bar. Since the phrase could only have been directed at her, she turned her head to address the man. Something about him had seemed familiar, but she just couldn't place where she had seen that face before. She mentally shrugged it off; in her line of work, you saw a lot of people, and after a certain point, everyone looks somewhat familiar.
"Yeah, I am, actually. I travel around the planet doing the Lord's work," she said with a friendly smile. She had adopted the alias of 'traveling priest' a long time ago, since it had been proven it was the best way to explain the giant cross.
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