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Do you think this is a good RP?
Yeah, it's pretty good.
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No, it's awful.
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It's not really good or bad.
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I'm not sure, but I want money!
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You're a freaking noob.
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Uhh...Uhh...GREEN LIGHT, YELLOW LIGHT KUMQUAT! *runs off*
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FlamingVoid

PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 6:30 pm


-Nightmare-

A fantasy RP.
PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 6:34 pm


~Table of Contents~

Title
ToC
Introduction
Plot
Rules
Character Skeleton
Characters
White List
Gray List
Black List
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FlamingVoid


FlamingVoid

PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 6:41 pm


Introduction


Hmm...Good Afternoon. I am Void. I am the sole creator and moderator of this roleplay. It is nice to make your acquaintance.

I suppose I created this roleplay firstly for the sake of having a good time and secondly for the sake of distracting myself from my obligations in other areas and generally making this as an excuse. Haha.

As for the plot itself, well I suppose we have always wanted to get acquainted with our dreams and hopes...but reality is far too cruel to allow us to live through our sugar coated dreams. But what if there was a break in reality? A rip in sanity that allowed all of our dreams- good, bad and otherwise to pour through?

Well, I guess we'll find out, eh?  
PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:57 pm


Plot

Once upon a time there was a race of creatures whose imaginations were so vivid they could get trapped in their own dreams and go mad. They dominated their planet and created art in all forms. They made vast civilizations that covered the globe in a coat of gleaming metal. In fact, they were so amazing that they created dullness and boredom. They called themselves humans.

And yet even with all of this wonder and beauty they were not satisfied. Though the ones that were benevolent were truly good, many more were cruel, evil and just as magnificent. Instead of trying to create they sought to destroy. They strove for meaningless power and laughed in the faces of the less fortunate.


And it is these people that opened the Rift.


There was a border- a boundary that separated the real from the unreal, the humans from their incredible imaginations. Thought has much more power than anyone can conceive, and it is from the cast off thoughts of these creatures that a world was born. Every idea, foul or fair, cruel or kind, angel or demon dwelled there. An immense wall spared them from the rigors and pain of the world that their creators inhabited, so they lived in peace and prosperity.

Failing to see the immense power of this world, the humans saw it only as a game. They blurred the lines that protected both the creatures and their creators. They opened the alternate dimension as a theme park and opened it to the public.

At first it was fine. People were amazed and overjoyed that they could see their thoughts come to life. Science advanced in leaps and bounds as scientists discovered they could create machines that did not adhere to the laws of physics and gravity. And all was as if a beautiful dream. For a time anyway.


Then the dream turned into a nightmare.


Holes in reality started opening and closing at random. People started bringing fragments of the dream world back into reality. Creatures that had never seen grief or suffering grew mad and attacked their creators. Imaginations gained the ability to age and to die as soon as they stepped into "the real world". Humanity fought back its dreams and fantasies as civilizations crumbled. Eventually their wonderful world was reduced to a few outpost filled with haggard people desperate for survival.

Trapped in a never ending nightmare, the people forgot their past glamor and technology and resorted back to their roots. The renamed their planet, it is now called Dream. The realm where imaginations lie is called Nightmare, by both it's inhabitants and those on "the other side."


Welcome to the Worlds. The Worlds of Dream and Nightmare.

FlamingVoid


FlamingVoid

PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:09 pm


-Rules-

1. I posses infinite power over this roleplay. Argue with me and I do have the authority to smite your sorry bum.

2. Please be considerate of others around you.

3. Follow the rules laid out by those higher than me. This includes the Staff of our guild, Gaia online and so on and suchforth.

4. Please do not use confusing text. This includes tAlKinG LyK tHs and other things. (I'm serious, once I had a fellow who did not use quotation marks.) Colors are acceptable as long as you do not abuse them. Please try to use paragraphs. It's less strain on the eyes.

5. Please send me a PM titled "Life's a Nightmare".

6. I have the ability to change this list as I see fit.
 
PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:21 pm


~Character Skeleton~

Username sad Your name here.)
Name sad Your characters name here)
Gender: (Male...Female..otherwise...)
Race sad Your race, remember, you can be anything, so be creative)
Ability sad List of any extraordinary things you can do. This includes any special skills or powers that you posses. These can either be racial traits or skills you have obtained yourself.)
Weapons sad Any weapons or attack styles your characters uses. This includes claws, staffs, basically anything you use to hurt someone else.)
Bio sad A history of your characters.)
Appearance sad A picture or written description will do.)
Personality sad Sum up what your character is like in a few words.)
Likes sad A few things your character likes.)
Dislikes sad A few things your character doesn't like.)
Other sad Anything else you may wish to include.)

FlamingVoid


FlamingVoid

PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:22 pm


-Characters-

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Username:clara33
Name:Georgie Atamia Payein
Gender:Female
Race:Reaper Child
Ability:The ability to take a soul, the ability to become invisible, and the ability to kick your foo king a**. Bastards.
Weapons:A big a** scythe
Bio:It will all be revealed over time.
Appearance:Georgie
Personality:Georgie doesn't speak. Ever. It's not that she can't, it's that she doesn't feel like condescending herself to holding conversations with others. You could say that she's...self-centered.
Likes:Roses, the color purple, praying, and her father death.
Dislikes:people who say that gods aren't real, science, and people.
Other:She's sort of like a cat in the hat type character. She has the power to know what's going to happen, but would rather enjoy herself watching it unfold.

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Username:Flamingvoid
Name: Dosix
Gender: Male
Race:Shadowfolk
Ability: Arcane magic, with limited control of the elements. At great cost to himself Dosix is capable of opening Rifts.
Weapons: A small knife.
Bio: Dosix was born in a small forested town in Nightmare. He could have lived his entire life there, happy and safe, were it not for a Rift opening up and sucking him into the human world. There he met his creator and discovered that his whole life was just a story, and not even that. Because Dosix was created as a character in a fanfiction. His creator told Dosix that he was originally intended to be a traitor, but the creator got bored and stopped writing Dosix’s story before he could even meet the people he was supposed to betray. Enraged and scared, Dosix killed his creator before opening a Rift back into Nightmare. He now spends most of his time getting drunk and generally complaining about the unfairness of life.
Appearance: User Image
Personality: Depressed, alcoholic, grim, blunt, loyal
Likes: People who try to change things, booze, whittling
Dislikes: People who waste their lives, being asked to do magic, fighting.
Other: Dosix is a very good fighter, but he’d much rather run than fight. He hates invoking magic because he considers it “Cheating”. Dosix actually has good intentions but would just rather much save his own skin.

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Username: Elenwyd
Name: Vuris
Gender: Other
Race: Changeling demon
Ability: Shape shifter, really varies depending on what he changes into, able to manipulate the shadows to it’s advantage, and weak stargazing
Weapons: Anything it can gets it’s hands on
Bio: My history is for me to know and for you to find out
Appearance: Never keeps just one physical appearance but tends to keep this one form longer then most:User Image
Personality: random, cruel and a jokester
Likes: Chocolate, pie, candy, vanilla, annoying people
Dislikes: Peas, Carmel, fake chocolate
Other: Random is all that I can say for this character

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Username mad XMatthewFangXx
Name:Madeline Anthony Fang.
Gender: Female.
Race: Flame Hunter.
Ability:Madeline has the strong ablity to fight, with her hands and wepons found around her. She is prymarily prone to using fire, and heat to her advantage. She is skilled with martial arts, and sword to sword combat. Madeline also, has amazingly sharp sense, her sigh may be weak, but her sense of touch smell, and hearing have gained from this loss.
Weapons:A small lighter, and a hand crafted sword.
Bio: Madeline has lived a life of somewhat normalities, her dreams fresh in mind, happy and blissful, like most life was wonderful, it was extrodinary, something you'd dred letting go of. But all in due time, did that change, time changes people, just like it changes your surroundings, and was she prepared for the change..To an extent yes, she knew all good things ended tragicaly. She knew it wouldn't last forever, you could only lick a candy for so long before it turned bitter and disgusting.
Appearance:User Image
Personality:She can be somewhat cynical, and bitter. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have moments around the people she finds dear to her, like family where she will smile.
Likes:Fire, Stoves, Blood, The Sun, Small dragons.
Dislikes:Most people, Small children, People who don't like pie

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Username:Ninja Zackeus
Name:Zack
Gender: Asexual/Bisexual/...whatever
Race:Vampire Obake
Ability:Obake=shapeshifter, Vampire=Likes the dark, night. Both= transforming, extremely fast, darkness controlling, blood drinker, lone wolf, malevolent, and an alcholic. Mind reading.
Weapons:Claws or whatever his obake form at the moment gives him.
Bio:He's never liked humans, humans have never liked him. He was created from a human that went insane shortly after. He likes to become the humans greatest fear, not to scare and hurt them, but to teach then to get over their fears and teach them about themselves.
Appearance:User Image
Personality biggrin ark, malevolent, cruel, cold.
Likes: Darkness, the moon, bats, snakes, spiders, wolves.
Dislikes:Light, the sun, butterflies, crickets, flowers, anything nievely juvenilely joyful.
Other:He needs blood and Alcohol to survive. He can support both by drinking drunk humans. That's why he loves to 'eat' at bars.

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User ImageUser name: Hideaway Katherine
Name: Dominique & Jasmine
Gender: Male & Female
Race: Shape-shifters.
Ability: Being shape-shifters, Dominique and Jasmine can become any being they'd like to be, from a whale, to a wolf, to an ant, to a green-skin. It helps them to get around, especially if they want to get somewhere they're generally not allowed to go. Also, the tattoos they have are useful if the two get separated. If one is looking for the other, all they have to do is press the tattoo and it will glow, giving a mental image of where the other is.
Jasmine has the ability to disappear into the shadows, becoming utterly invisible unless she moves. This ability also allows one person to meld into them with her.
Dominique can control roses, either attacking with them, making a shield around himself or another, of holding an enemy in one spot for a while.
Weapons: The couple has a pair of guns each. One of two guns they have are spirit guns, while the other is a regular gun. The spirit guns can hit any being, from a ghost, to an alien. They use these mostly in the World of Nightmare, and the normal guns in the Dream World.
Bio: Dominique and Jasmine's creator was a teenage girl, who was lost in love for a guy whom didn't even know she existed.So she would have fantasies about him seeing her for the first time, falling in love, etc. She always called the couple as different names then her and her wanted, so not to curse it. Then later on in her teenage years, long after falling out of love with the male, she came across a paper in which she had used these two. And she started making stories of them, giving them certain characteristics. She was excellent at drawing, so she drew what they looked like, so people knew exactly how they looked. This also made their looks definite, and when the door opened, they were there, as she had drawn them.
Appearance: ==>
Personality: Jasmine would much rather sit back and watch a fight than be in it, and get blood on anything. So she may let Dominique fight any battles for her, instead of doing it herself. Also, she is generally more of a talker than Dominique is. Seeing as he rarely speaks, except to her, this is already known. Dominique acts and looks more like a bodyguard of her, always holding her close, than anything else.
Likes: Explosions, fishnet, Looking people in the eyes. Roses, hiding his eyes behind his hair, keeping his lady safe from harm. The color black, guns,
Dislikes: Loud Children, Blood on clothes, Pills of any kind. Fires, Dark Alleys, Peering eyes. Intrusive and/or Annoying people, Police, People who act too good for you.
Other: Both firmly believe that eyes are the windows to your souls. Dominique doesn't especially like this idea, but knows it's true.

Color Code: Jasmine. Dominique. Both.


--

Username: agony_is_me
Name: Naomi Octavius
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Ability: To always forgive.
Weapons: Bow and arrow,arrows based upon availability, though typically standard steel tipped arrow.
Bio: Born shy and introverted, but always kind is how she lived her life. Her fear of failure was always a restraint, it restricted her from any achievements. She has difficulty adapting to the new world, and prefers to reside in any shelter with a person she believes will provide her safety. It was her home until malicious creatures terrorized her "stronghold", leaving her to search for a different way of life. She grew up with a faint interest in archery, which grew into an adept skill, and now a means of survival.
Appearance: (Shoot, how about both?) Thick light brown hair hangs loosely at her waist. Her fair skinned face is complimented with glittering large brown eyes that suggested someone who's never seen an evil. Her attire consists of garments simplistic and comfortable, with the exception of shoes, which she's consistently fascinated with.

User Image

Personality: She's introverted, not to be mistaken with social ineptitude. Notorious for forgiving and benevolence, she has yet to believe in evil, though her life has been comfortably sheltered.
Likes: Serenity, archery, waterfalls, raw carrots, and snow.
Dislikes: Chaos, darkness, death,
Other: She prefers riding horseback on a dark brown appaloosa stallion to any other form of transportation.


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Username:Red Phoenix48
Name biggrin entrag Ghulurak
Gender: Male
Race: Myr
Ability: Metal spider-legs, metallic carapace, Webbing, poison.
Weapons: The metal spider-legs, four of them, both support Dentrag, and are sharpened and pointed, thus being efficient weapons. In a one-on-one fight, he tends to fight Retiariius style, webbing his opponents and then impaling them with all four legs, then shredding from the inside. Also rather skilled with hand-held weaponry.
Bio: .... Why should i tell you?
Appearance: Other than the long spider legs, he has eight red-glowing spider eyes instead of human-like eyes, and a carapace that glows slightly in moonlight, because it's actually made of Darksteel, like his legs. He's albino, so it's hard to tell his ethnicity, but the white hair is in a somewhat russian hairstyle.
Personality: Cruel, sadistic, Careless, and Stubborn.
Likes: The city. So many things to climb on. Spiders and cobwebs. Humans that don't ask too much about him.
Dislikes: Nosy people, bright light, birds.
Other: Nothing.
 
PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:29 pm


~ heart White List heart ~



None yet, sadly.

FlamingVoid


FlamingVoid

PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:36 pm


Gray List

Flamingvoid
Clara33
xXMatthewFangXx
Elenwyd
Ninja Zackeus
Hideaway Katherine
 
PostPosted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:40 pm


- burning_eyes Black List burning_eyes -


None yet, gladly.

FlamingVoid


FlamingVoid

PostPosted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 12:40 pm


OPEN
 
PostPosted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 2:15 pm


Dosix groaned and picked attempted to pick his head up morosely. It was hard because the ground seemed to toss and turn like the tide of a great sea. Unidentifiable objects cringed to his face as he struggled to break free of whatever held him down.

Finally his head broke free and Dosix was able to get a good look at his surroundings. He immediately regretted it.

Once again Dosix had woken up face down in a dumpster, trash clinging to his vivid blue overcoat and his hat probably lost in one of the many gutters that ringed this part of the city. If he actually managed to get out he would probably stink for a few days and find some low wage hard labor before spending it all on drinks. Again.

With a low moan he let his face plop back into the garbage. How monotonous his life had become, ever since he'd found his creator. But he didn't have a story anymore. He didn't have a right to exist at all. His past was a lie and his future didn't exist so what was there?

He wasn't even a ******** original character, he was a copy. he'd seen other people dressed like him, sure but he'd just assumed they were other Shadowfolk. Now he knew, they were all the same person. He didn't even really have a face. Just two glowing eyes and a mouth full of pointed teeth. Hardly original.

Dosix muttered about the unfairness of life for a few moments before slithering out of the dumpster.

"The smell was getting to me anyway." He muttered as he stumbled along, clutching at his head with on hand and rummaging through gutters in search of his hat with the other.

FlamingVoid


xXBisexual FlanXx

Dapper Genius

PostPosted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:53 pm


Georgie floated gently above the ground. Only a few inches. She wasn't a flier, she was a hoverer. It was almost as if she was walking, only her legs didn't move. Her red eyes searched for something to do.

If Georgie had been a little closer to the ground, she would have simply bumped into the figure on his hands and knees. But no, instead, she had to trip over him and send herself sprawling. She smacked into the brick wall and then slumped onto the sidewalk.

"Ow. Ey. Dosix. Goin' an' gettin' drunk again, it seems. Now I'm bleedin' outta me ead. Rargh."

Georgie attempted to get up and did, to a point. Black liquid sluggishly dripped down her face. Of course, she had to have 'special' blood, thanks to her master. She'd been created as a joke, a sort of 'god character', but now, she had to live with black goo that came out of her body whenever it got cut. Not like this was anything new. She just thought about it a lot.

"Lookin' fo' yo' hat, then, I s'pose? Good luck. It blends righ' in wi' th' gu'ers, tha' it does."
PostPosted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 4:04 pm


i smiled as i lay down on top of a roof to catch some nice sun rays. smiling i started to think on what i can do, too some unsuspecting victem. sighing i leaned up and peered over the edge of the roof to see, yet another immitation character, and some women? bleeding black ooze. "Yet another day, another strange sighting."

Elenwyd

Virtuous Lover

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FlamingVoid

PostPosted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 5:51 pm


"Shut up, your stupid voice makes my head ring." Dosix growled bitterly as he rummaged in the multicolored goo that filled the edges of the sidewalk. People had no respect, littering all sorts of stuff, more than once Dosix had found "The Holy Grail" the only problem with this place was there was always more than one of anything.

"Aha!" Dosix exclaimed as his hand closed around a hat that was almost brown with unidentifiable stains. He plopped it onto his head with a clearly audible squick. He sighed with relief, comforted by the familiar weight of his floppy yellow hat. It wasn't that he really needed or even liked it. It was just that people tended to scream and run if you had a face that was shaded in shadow during a sunny day where everything was illuminated.

Of course, that's why his people were called the Shadowfolk. Carbon copies of an original character, they all lacked faces and had skin permanently in shadow, no matter the illumination. Their skin simply absorbed light in the way that a black hole did. Some were female, some were male and some had relatively original physical features or clothing.

As for Dosix? He was a copy through and through. Other than his personality and a faint suggestion of hair he was simply the same as everyone else.

Dosix turned towards Georgie and pulled her to the ground. "Don't hover, you always trip when you do." He reached up a grubby yellow glove and wiped some of the black blood from her forehead. He then stuck his hand in his mouth and closed his eyes in a moment of bliss. "Best hangover cure in the universe, that is. I swear you bleed pure sobriety."
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