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 Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 4:30 am
Our toys, played with then forgotten. Loved then lost, though some not loved at all. Who would have thought a rare few of these forgotten toys would turn into what they are. Is it a curse or a blessing?
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 4:35 am
Over time the powers of gods have weakened as the belief in them did. Content with their end they created a life form to watch over the world and protect it for eternity to come. The gods disappeared not knowing they messed up. The man they had created was nearly as powerless as a normal human, he himself could not do but only give, give power to beings to do his bidding.
Searching for an entity that could stand the test of time the perfect medium would be found. Some rare few toys developed weak souls from the emotion that was poured into them from those they played with. Without a beating heart they could live for as long as needed and there unset new form could be given whatever power would be necessary for its duty. He continued to breathe life into toys time, giving them different powers to benefit the world in different ways.
Sometimes a toy would choose to take a human contractor; this could result in good and bad things. A contract can help a toy concentrate their powers but if the human has poor intentions or an idealistic way of thinking the toy would soon find themselves falling to the contractors way of thinking. To make things worse the only way to break a contract is with the death of one of the parties involved.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:53 am
After every several hundred years the toys gather in one city. Consciously or unconsciously they come, with human contractor if they have one. They simply must come like a migrating bird to a warm space. It is a test to weed and to flower, toys and contractors alike. A brief utopia created that could prosper or crumble depending on how events turned out. Those wise enough to know why they must gather entitle the event “Doll’s House”. Will it be easy to survive an event where historically hundreds of dolls and humans have died?
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 3:36 am
Profiles:
Toys:
Name: (A name to give if asked)
Toy type: (E.g. china doll, soft toy dog, wooden rabbit, plastic figure. Do note that toys can move if they choose to take their toy form.)
Contractor: (if your toy has one)
Age: (both real and the age the human form claims to be)
I should: (what task was this toy given to do?)
That means: (powers/abilities given to aid the task)
I eat: (dolls don’t eat like humans; rather they eat something to do with their task. E.g. one tasked with karma would ‘eat’ the energy that comes from giving it fairly)
Personality: (Just what personality did your doll gain from all those years being played with or rejected?)
History: (Your toy’s history)
Looks toy: (image or description)
Looks Human: (image or description)
Humans:
Name: (A name given when born)
Age: (how many years has your character been alive? Do note that even if under a contract with a toy human’s still age normally
Contract: (if your character has one)
Subsequently: (if any ability given with contract)
Personality: (how does your character think?)
History: (what has happened in your characters short life?)
Looks: (image or description)
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 3:40 am
OOC
Profiles
Thread
Toys:
Humans:
Contracts:
Toy // human
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 3:42 am
Rules
- Follow TOS~ it is important.
- At least 5 sentences per post with decent content, action and literacy. If anyone dares post a one liner they will be kicked out of the RP.
- No need to make posts pretty but you can if you want, just don't stretch the page with it.
- When you pm me your profiles include a sample of your role-playing (link or otherwise), this will serve to show you can RP as well as showing you read the rules.
- You post your profiles in the profile thread yourself but only after they have been accepted by me. No acceptations.
- No perfect characters, everyone has flaws and no one is indestructible*
*well the guy who makes the dolls cannot die which sucks for him but he can still get beaten to death, he just won't die.
- Send your pm with one of the three following titles; Mortal, Toy or Toymaker. Please note that I will be rather picky on who gets the Toymaker.
- OOC in the OOC unless at the end of an RP post.
- If you are leaving the rp then please say pm me to say so.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 3:46 am
Year; Beginning of autumn, 2015
Setting; Metropolis know as "Geri" on America’s east coast
[OPEN]
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:56 pm
 AC hurried after the man clutching the folders in arm. The black penicil skirt she was wearing was annoying to say the least, it made movement limited. Why on earth was such a bothersome piece of clothing so popular? Not to mention the concentration required to keep upright in high heels as she walked. The secretary look was not something AC favoured but her job had given her a week as a stand in while a company made arrangements for a new secretary. It was four days into the job, she only had one more day but that was not why Alisa stayed.
The boss who she was currently temping for was career driven and demanding; it was annoying and going to be changed. AC tottered behind the man hauling his folders as he briskly went on towards his meeting. She had already decided to change his aspirations, but to change them fully she would need to understand them better and it was easiest to do that in his dreams. Suddenly the stern faced man stopped and turned, making Alisa nearly fall backwards in an attempt not to hit him. He took the folders from her and walked off into a room closing the door behind him, not even a thankyou given. What a rude man! What kind of upbringing would one have to turn out like that?! Sure the wooden toy was a little rude herself but this boss was unbelievable. She practically stormed out the building, she had worked overtime anyway.
After getting a few blocks away from the building she worked on taking her hair from the tight bun it was in, it was fiddly. As her hands tangled in hair AC made a mental note of what she would take off next: her shoes. Not only did the heels make her look too tall but they were hard to walk in with stumbling occasionally. The tip of her left heel hit a slightly raised section of concrete hard and she stumbled in her instability, but this time she was unbalanced. Her side hit the sidewalk with a thud, it hurt even for a toy. Almost as soon as she hit the ground she was sitting up again and working on taking her heels off. Hair half undone and having fallen she looked rather a mess, not to mention the glare she was giving her shoes and the cruses being muttered.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 9:41 pm
Friday was working at the dinner this afternoon.Most of the customers had gone leaving the dinner with a hallow feeling.She was told to take out the trash.Friday walked over to the green can and pulled out the large black bag filled to the brim.After pulling it out she tied it in a secure knot.She didn't want to sling it over her shoulder.The last time she did that a hole ripped in the bottom causing trash to fly everywhere.And a moldy smoothy splattered all over their customers.Friday learned to drag the bag ever since.And she did.All the way out back and hoisted it into the large dumpster that smelled rather foul.She brushed her hands off,mostly because it grossed her out to be near other peoples trash.Afterward her hands tightened her mid-high pony tail her hair was in and brushed her side bangs out of her eyes.Dang things always fell in her face as she had to work.Friday decided to go around the building this time instead of going back in through the back door.Just so it'd take her two extra minutes to have to go inside and clean up.She gave a frustraded sigh dragging her feet.Humans worked to the bone,she had figured out for herself.As she came around the front Friday seen a girl on the sidewalk.She looked rather flustered.First she was just going to walk back inside,but for some reason she felt she couldn't leave her there.Friday walked over and bent down ever so slighty.Her eyes trying to meet the girls. "Are you okay?" Her unatural smooth voice asked.Friday inconspicuously looked at the womans hair and shoes wondering if she was one of those crazy people she had heard about.That or maybe the woman was just haveing a rough day.She decided on the second one and tryed to keep her gaze locked with the woman's. Friday learned that humans tend to stay more in contact with each other if they keep eye contact.Friday thought this was some sort of lack in their genes to not be able to talk withought having to look at one another.However,Friday didn't get the vibe she was really human at all.She kept her suspicion's to herself though.Her smokey grey and light blue eyes kept their stair.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:21 am
After practically ripping off a shoe (she broke the strap in the process) AC was onto her net shoe. The curses she was muttering came to a halt when someone leant over and asked her if she was ok. She paused, her hurried hands fell silent and she shot a look up at the woman in the pale blue hair, she was in no mood to humour the stupid and transparent questions humans asked to buff their own egos. “Ok? Do I look ok to you? Don’t come over with stupid questions that you already know the answer to.” She quickly looked down and gave a final tug to her shoe; it came loose and off. Using a hand as a brace she shot up to a stand. Shoeless stockings and messy hair she looked like she shouldn’t be the one giving a lecture. “Do you honestly think asking that was alright? Like pointing out the obvious and rubbing it in someone’s face?” AC picked up the heel that was still on the ground. The wacky scene mad pretty much everyone keep their distance and pretend they were not listening .
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