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 Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 3:15 pm
The Introduction
This place is a magical place. Everyone who lives here says so. Thousands of stories have taken place within these walls, and now, as the second and third generations arise from the ashes of those before them, new stories must begin. You have come, by whatever means, to this place, to become a part of it, so that your story may forever live within the ancient walls of this house...
It's your story. Live it.
The Setting/Explaination
This is a massive world, fully run and manipulated by myself and those I choose to help me with this project. The "centers" of this universe are a large, Gothic style mansion, and a huge, sprawling military base. These two structures are separated by a large, dense forest. To one side, stretches an immense ocean, of which the other side cannot be seen, while on another side, vast, sloping hills and grasslands lead smoothly into towering, snowcapped mountains.
This world will be for the players to explore. As you do so, problems will arise for you to solve, as well as people for you to meet. Even so, the majority of the world is for you to make. New buildings will be erected, by the characters you create, perhaps with the help of some friends you meet along the way. Stories will be spun as you exist in this place.
The Characters
Any character you make will, obviously, have to be approved by myself. There are, however, nearly no limitations on what you can make. Anything from Magi to Dragonspawn, to Demons, to Angels are perfectly acceptable, however, I will warn you that having an entire role-play full of all-powerful beings is no fun.
You may have as many characters as you like, and even if you lose interest in one story and feel like switching over to another you have with a different character, your previous one may or may not be stolen by The Almighty (Me) to use for my own devices. You have been warned.
All characters' profiles MUST be detailed as far as personality/appearance goes, however, I will not require you to write a history. In fact, I would prefer you not have one. Your character's history is being made through the course of the role-play. Such is the beauty of it. Just so I know you aren't skimming, please title your PMed profile 'epic -- for Doorman' in all capital letters. If you really, really, MUST have a backstory, you must also have a reason why you ended up in this place, and a logical reaction to it, based upon the time your character is from.
The Form
[b]Name:[/b] Your character's full name.
[b]Alias:[/b] Any nickname(s) your character has.
[b]Age:[/b] Be realistic. If your character is a vampire, then I can understand up to two centuries or more. None of this 30,000 years old s**t. It bugs me.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] This is optional. If you add this one, please specify dominance preferance. (Seme/Uke/Flex)
[b]Height[/b] This may not be as obvious as first thought. I will allow just about any type of creature in this RP. For instance, if you are playing a minotaur, which I will allow, you should be at least seven feet tall. Makes sense, aye?
[b]Weight:[/b] Same explaination as above.
[b]Appearance:[/b] I want detail here. Everything from body type to cut and style of hair, to clothes worn, to any accessories, to the cut of their nails. I want to know exactly what I'm working with, and for the other players to know who they're talking to.
[b]Race:[/b] Now for the touchy part. You can make your character anything as long as it is capable of sentient speech. This does include, but is not limited to: Sentient Animals, Demons, Angels, Vampires, Werewolves, Humans, Spirits, Dryads, Nyads, Elementals, et cetera. The list goes on forever. Any questions about race or anything else should be PMed to me.
[b]Personality:[/b] Again, I want DETAIL. Nervous ticks, habits, posture, expression, et nauseum. You get the idea.
[b]Place of Origin:[/b] Okay... I don't want a detailed history of your character's home town. I mean... the basics. Ocean, Desert, Forest, Grasslands, Foothills, Mountains. Also, what you are should make sense as to where you are.
[b]Base or Mansion:[/b] This has little to no effect on your character. It only tells me where to start you off. If you are unsure as to where to start, just PM me your character profile with a question mark after this section, and I'll help you out.
[b]Likes:[/b] This way I know how to reward your character for doing something awesome.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] This way I know how to make your character's life hell.
[b]Other:[/b] Anything else about your character you think is important to note. This part is optional.
WARNING: ALL NPCs ARE REGISTERED COPYRIGHT OF THE CREATORS OF THIS THREAD. ANY INFRINGEMENT THEREOF WILL BE HANDLED IN A COURT OF LAW.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 3:27 pm
The Rules
Because I know you all love these.
*Literacy is a must, however, I will not expect you to write a full paragraph every single time. Much of this storyline will be run by me, so I'll be able to fill in where there's a problem. Length is not essential, but I do want you all to take the time to scour your post for grammar and spelling issues. I know nobody's perfect. I'm nice about it. Just do your best.
*Be nice to me! I'll be working very hard to make this world work for you all, and I'll be doing the best I can to make a wonderful story for all of you.
*Patience. I cannot reply to all of you at once, and, as you all know, one has to wait about a minute between each post. So, if I don't get to you immidiately, just wait. I'll get there.
*I adore Yaoi/Yuri. Romance is not encouraged, but you more than welcome to engage in it. I will repeat, I have absolutely NO problem with in character romances. However, I do ask that the story not be based entirely on it. Since we are all mature people here, PG16.
*You know the drill. TOS, people. Come on.
*Combat is allowed with consent with both parties involved. No powerplaying. It just pisses people off.
*Just... play nice, kiddies. And have fun. I'll add more rules if I think of them.
*Feel more than free to interact with NPCs. They will interact with you.
*Please, no quoting unless it's absolutely necessary. I mean, if you can't convey through your writing who you're talking to, the post could do to be a bit longer. I know this is a rather bitchy request, but still. Generally speaking, only Doorman or Myself should be quoting.
*I ask that all posts be made in size 9 and are in black. This will make it easier to see the NPCs.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 3:59 pm
The Stories
This is where I will put up some of the NPCs you might be running into. These are the only ones with backstories, and it is assumed that they led their entire lives within this world.
Name: Corin Walker
Alias: "Chaos." --Deemed so by his mother, who said he was a demon child, even before he really became one.
Age: 25
Sexuality: Bisexual. Prefers feminine men. He is very much Seme.
Height 5'10"
Weight: 150lbs (Muscle)
Appearance: This dark man stands at a moderate hight of five feet, ten inches. His black hair falls about his shoulders in uneven, choppy, stick straight locks, some of which he has dyed a shade of deep crimson. Red eyes stand out brightly against his fair skin, and often hold a playful glitter that many find attractive. His body is well formed, and while he is not tall, slender, or even the best looking, he carries himself boldly and upright, and seems much taller than he really is. Usually, he can be seen walking about in tight breeches, which he has tucked into large, heavy combat boots. A flowing, sheer, buttonup shirt clings to his heavily muscled upper body, where a red sash, tied around his middle keeps it in place. In his ears are numerous piercings, and around his neck he wears a strap of black leather, attached to which is a large, crimson stone about the size of a quarter. This stone is always glowing very slightly.
Race: Tainted Human
Personality: His rashness and cocky boldness often get him into trouble. Again, he carries himself in such a way that it is obvious just how awesome he thinks he is, and his expression is such that it would seem he is just looking for trouble. While not evil, he does have a very obvious mischievious streak that shows especially strongly when he gets into a combat situation, which he brings upon himself far too often. Always good for advice, he speaks his mind, nomatter the collateral, and will always be the first to tell you if you're doing something stupid. Whether or not he'll be opposed to it is another story entirely.
Place of Origin: Ocean. (Explained in short history.)
Base or Mansion: Mansion
Likes: Fighting, Conversation, Boys, Girls, Sex, Fighting, Sailing, and Lighting things on fire with his mind.
Dislikes: Complainers, Losing Fights, Girls who Dress like Boys, Asparagus.
Short History (NPCs only): Corin was born in a small fishing town. He lived with his Mother, Father, and Elder Brother. Every day he would go out and watch the ships sail in and out of port, wishing all the time that he could join them. On his eighteenth birthday, however, he found himself speaking with a gentleman that had just arrived on one of the ships. It just so happens, the man had said, that we are in need of a cabin boy. And so, with that, Corin said goodbye to his family and went off to be a sailor. One day, while cleaning the Captain's quarters, he found a small box. Upon opening it, he was amazed to find the very stone which now hangs around his neck. The moment he touched the glowing stone, however, the room flared with red light and Corin was struck unconscious. When he awoke, he was informed that he had killed the Captain in a fit of rage, and it seemed that everyone else was too afraid to face him. So it was that the young boy, still clutching the stone tightly in his fist, was made the ship's captain. Long since, however, he has been docked, enjoying the life of a land lubber.
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Name: Alaric, now Altariel
Alias: None.
Age: 18
Sexuality: Gay, but hates admitting it. Seke.
Height 6'0"
Weight: 134lbs (Sleek muscle)
Appearance: He stands straight and proud at six feet tall, and his posture is always perfect. Golden blonde hair falls to his waist in smooth, shining waves, and is held in a loose braid by a large, misnight blue bow at the end. He is definitely well built, with the sllightest shadows of muscle barely visible through his smooth, pale skin. His sky blue eyes are very cold, and hold a certain knowing exoression that often unnerves people. His usual garb is a simple school uniform, absolutely pristine, with a white buttonup shirt, untucked, and hanging over navy blue slacks. The top two buttons of his shirt are almost always undone, and his black dress shoes are always shiny. Protruding from his back are a pair of wings, massive compared to his body size, the tips of which seem to be stained the same dark blue color as his pants and bow.
Race: Angel
Personality: His expression and demeanor are always cold, although he will be more than willing to offer counsel to those who need it. He has a great deal of patience, most of which he passes off as boredom. (Sorry so short. I'll add more later. I'm running out the door...)
Place of Origin: Foothills
Base or Mansion: Base
Likes: Boys, Cooking, Conversation with intelligent people, Toast.
Dislikes: People who talk too much, Being cut off in the middle of a sentence, Homophobes.
Short History (NPCs only): After his parents were murdered by Demonspawn, Alaric began wasting away. Finally, after many days without food, he passed away, only to be resurrected as the angel of Homosexual males. The Angel hierarchy thought this was hilarious. He's still bitter.
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Name: Johann Tiernan
Alias: None
Age: 23
Sexuality: Very, very gay
Height 6'0"
Weight: 140lbs (Muscle)
Appearance: Johann is of moderate height, measuring an average six feet, and has smooth blonde hair that falls about his face in uneven locks. His eyes are a soft blue, and they never seem to lose the smile that is usually playing on his lips. His face is handsome, and one can see in his eyes that he is by no means inexperienced, but his demeanor is one so gentle and shy that it can be misleading. His build is slender, but exquisitely formed, with finely toned muscles and sensitive, fair skin. He can usually be seen wearing a collar or necklace of some sort. His favorite of which being a long, silver chain, with a tiny, silver pawprint hanging from it. Overall, Johann is very attractive, and carries himself as though he knows so.
Race: Lycanthrope
Personality: Johann is ultimately loving and gentle, and absolutely loves people, to the extent that he will give almost anyone a chance to redeem themself if they've crossed him. He prefers those younger than him, (both as people and as partners), but is very outgoing and sweet to any who desire him to be so. He has always been a mentor of sorts to those younger (and more foolish) than himself, such as his younger siblings, nieces and nephews, and those particular members of his family who always seem to get themselves into trouble. His patient, forgiving personality reflects this in aces.
Place of Origin: Woods
Base or Mansion: Mansion
Likes: Grilled Chicken
Dislikes: People getting hurt
Short History (NPCs only): Johann grew up in a noble family. His father, Malachai Tiernan, was a very strict, but loving man, who insisted that all of his children grow up into fine ladies and gentlemen. So Johann was trained in everything from the culinary arts to foreign language. From the time he was little, Johann would use his powers, then unknown, to get what he wanted out of adults and siblings alike.The family was like a typical noble family in many ways, but one was most prominent: Lord Malachai tried at every available opportunity to marry his children off to other upstanding members of society. Many women tried, and failed, to attain Johann's affections, but he never seemed interested in the charms of the fairer sex. As he grew older, Johann became a teacher and mentor to many of his siblings, and is often referred to as 'teacher' by those who know him well.
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Name: Samuel Johnson
Alias: The Boss
Age: As old as the base.
Sexuality: Unverified; rumored seme, mostly out of romance fanfictions.
Height 6' 3"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Appearance: Seen in shadows and leaning back in a computer chair, his most striking feature are his glasses, which always seem to catch the light. Moreso than his eyes, which are a crystalline shade of blue. His hair is chocolate brown and flows down his back, tied into a simple ponytail, to in between his shoulder blades. Faint stubble lines his jawline and neck, and he has some facial hair on his chin and upper lip. He has high cheekbones and a somewhat stern expression stuck on his face from years of overuse, making his smiles somewhat smaller, however genuine they might be. He usually wears gray button up shirts with rolled up sleeves, black slacks, and heavily worn-out dress shoes. His skin is a light tan and without scars, save for a few on his fingers and hands. He has never been seen standing, but he is broad-shouldered, strong armed, and tall, despite his somewhat skinny chest.
Race: Human
Personality: Stark, raving, mad. Apart from believing that he can bend the very walls of reality with his mind, and that he can create life through use of a few minutes dedicated thought, The Boss is completely convinced that everyone existing in the Base is a byproduct of his own mind. If he doesn't recognize them, he claims it is because of his poor memory, and states he should take better notes. For some reason, besides the Mansion and the area inbetween, he seems unconcerned about anything else in the world.
Place of Origin: The base itself is rumored to be his birthplace. Possibly because no one knows. It is a relatively common theory that he was born from a human woman, as a result of impregnation by a human man. A radical theory, but proving to be sound.
Base or Mansion: Base
Likes: The Base, biscotti, good humor, literacy, firearms, most forms of literature, classical music, lightly spiked fruit juices, and the Mansion.
Dislikes: Spiders, most incarnations of alchohol, overuse of said alchohol, all illegal drugs, orgies, being hungry, and MTV.
Other: This man is the self-proclaimed leader of the Base. Whether or not it is true stands to question; but many of its inhabitants seem to answer to him...
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Names: Vary between personnel; known as the Base Guards.
Alias: The Khakis.
Ages: 21, 25, 36, and 40.
Sexuality: All flex, with leanings towards seme. NEVER with each other.
Heights 6'1", 6'1.5", 6"3", and 6'6"
Weights: 170, 175, 180, and 190 lbs.
Appearance: Wearing gas masks, blast helmets, khaki uniforms, and bearing assault rifles, the Khakis are NEVER seen away from the massive metal door of the Base. Their uniforms are all exactly the same, olive green and completely covering their bodies with black combat boots and gloves. The only variation between the men is height, weight, and voice tone. Their eyes are well hidden behind large sunglasses and their ethnicities seem completely masked. For the most part, they have laid back, casual voices, with sarcastic undertones. The youngest seems to be the smallest, and the oldest, the largest, in some inexplicable trend. Voice tones also seem to vary from higher to lower, respectively, with the larger man having the lower voice. The four insist they are "nothing special to look at" beneath their gear.
Race: Humans.
Personalities: The Khakis are a group of four overly sarcastic, and rather witty men. They are known to make wisecracks at people they don't like, and give polite greeting or friendly conversation to those they do. Mostly, however, this group of men stands around, bored out of their wits, and discuss philosophy, science, politics, and whatever else they may choose to converse about. While generally well-educated men, their conversations have been reduced from time to time into debates of phallic superiority. They cope with boredom well, and seem completely unfazeable. Also, unneeding of sleep. The Khakis' job, which will never change, by their opinion, is to guard the base.
Place of Origin: The Khakis were founded at the Base, and their members were all born there.
Base or Mansion: Base
Likes: Well thought out arguments, new ways to pass the endless time they have, weaponry upgrades, and increases to their life expectancy rate.
Dislikes: Pride, abusive partners, running out of ammunition, akward pauses in conversation, and being told to do something else than their job.
Other: A handful of Khakis have been killed during their duties at the base, however, their numbers seem limitless. Even if one dies, one with an almost matching personality takes his place. It is generally hopeless to try and render the Khakis extinct.
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Name: Andre Clark
Alias: Headhunter
Age: 49 years
Sexuality: Bi; but non-sexual since his wife died.
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 187 lbs
Appearance: Andre is a shadow of a once much stronger form. His shoulders are still slightly broad and his hands strong, but his back is bent slightly from age, causing him to slouch, and his hands shake often. He often has a scowl on his stubble lined face and his hair has gone almost completely white gray by now, a variation from his original platinum blond. His hair is swept back and has not yet begun to thin, though it is somewhat spiked from the way he wears it. He shaves rarely, and even then, haphazardly, leaving his face lined with constant gray bristles of five-o-clock shadow. His eyes are a fierce green and have not succumbed to age like the rest of his body. Andre usually wears the same thing every day; battered, khaki canvas pants, strong, iron-soled black combat boots, a stained grey t-shirt with a dusty dark blue flight jacket over it, a set of thick working gloves, and a blue headband. He also carries with him a spear fashioned of a sturdy iron pole with a bayonet attatchment welded onto the end.
Race: Human (Subrace: Cranky Old Man; an international term for cantankerous elderly males)
Personality: Andre is old, cranky, and not in the mood to put up with any level, degree, or fraction of nonsense from anyone serving in the Base's guard forces or population. The fastest way to earn his respect? Do as your told and then some. Despite his sarcastic and biting conversational tendencies, Andre despises people who give him lip. However, if someone can manage a witty quip at him after they have earned his respet, he tends to laugh along after a customary glaring period. He also has a tendency to swear. All of this changes around women or, who he gives nothing but respect to, or when speaking to anyone in the Base who ranks him. At this time, this seems to include the Boss of the Base and the Boss of the Mansion, and few else.
Place of Origin: Andre was born in a small town in the hills.
Base or Mansion: Base
Likes: Whiskey, curvy women, feminine men, soldiers at attention, and "those little sandwich thingies" (A.K.A: Tea sandwiches).
Dislikes: Relapses of cigarette cravings, smart mouths, whining, his son whining, most of his son's life choices, bullies, thugs, anarchists, and gallantry.
Other: Anyone who can cook a decent sandwich gets added points in Andre's book.
Short History (NPCs Only): Andre grew up beating the living hell out of bullies and delinquents alongside the sheriff and their respective fathers in his hometown. He joined the military when he was a teenager and quickly found himself working at the base. He somehow tolerates and respects the Boss of the Base despite his mad antics, and there isn't a soul in the Base who hasn't heard the name of Andre the Headhunter. He met his wife, Eliza, when he was 20. When he was 30, she bore him a child, but she was killed by someone trying to "get back at the military" while he was on an operation. When he returned, his son had been given up for adoption and lost. His son grew up without him, and Andre still regrets never having been there for him. However, due to his son's urging, he quit smoking, though he still has an occasional relapse.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 4:00 pm
The Characters
Gaia Name: Nolas
Name: Ellaia Charael (Ell-eye-uh Cha-rail)
Alias: Shade
Age: 20
Sexuality: Gay; Proclaimed seme, but can be flex.
Height: 5'9
Weight: 129lbs (thin)
Appearance: Messy, not quite shoulder length charcoal colored hair frames the pale complexion of a face. His eyes are typically narrow, yet oddly crimson which often glimmer with mischeivous curiosity. He holds the appearance of looking frail, but it can be deceiving to the unsuspecting. With a thin waist he has not overly large, but firm muscles. Most of his strength is in his legs, and he has an artist's hands. He is mostly found clad in black leather, pants that hug his legs, and a long short-sleeved trenchcoat. Gloves that could only match his clothes are often covering those slender hands of his along with permanently attached metal bracelets on his left wrist. A silver cross can be found hanging around his neck. If you absolutely MUST have a picture, look Here or Here
Race: Half demon/half human
Personality: He presents himself as a person with bitter, tongue-in-cheek humour and a nonchalant attitude. In short, a testosterone-driven hard-a**. He has a smug grin that he flashes every once in a while and an "I'm better than you are" way of interacting with other sentient beings. However, most of this is something of a mask. Really, he is not a person known to take things lightly. He can also come across as something of a nervous wreck. He has been known to jump at bluebottles and get easily offended. When confronted with a great challenge, he spits venom and sarcasm while wringing his thin hands. The greatest problems that he has go hand-in-hand with the same sex. Romance always seemed to be a mystery to him and still are. Surprisingly, he really is a nice and gentle person beneath his mask and nervousness, albeit a bit scatter-brained at times. He enjoys the comfortable traditions in his life, though he has had many drastic changes as well that make him expect the worse of things. When he hasto make a great life-or-death decision, he gets nervous again and becomes snappy towards those around him.
Place of Origin: Foothills
Base or Mansion: Base
Likes: Sweets/candy, charming boys(though won't always admit it), vintage plays, rice pudding, punctuality
Dislikes: Large dogs, marshmallows, cocky people(though he is one himself at times), people who challenge (and defeat) him, fizzy drinks
Other: A manipulator of shadows and has mad skills in swordplay. Leather makes him feel sexy. His katana, he holds sacred.*********************************** Gaia Name: Youkais Tigerboy
Name: Mizo Kurinai
Alias: Luster
Age: 50 but says 17, that's when he got turned.
Sexuality: Gay, Hopeless Uke
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 180 lbs
Appearance: Mizo is tall and lean but he's still got a good bit of muscle. He's got bright red hair and almost pastel green eyes. He's got a soft smile that he shows off whenever he can. His complexion is surprisingly tan for a vampire and his fangs don't show. He wears skin tight clothing, usually black jeans, with an underlying purple luster and a black tank-top with an underlying crimson luster. He wears a midriff jacket that only covers his arms and laces around his thumb and middle finger on each hand. It's also got the same underlying cimson luster as his shirt. He wears a long silver necklace that bears a pendant of a sword that has a rose growing up the blade and blooming at the hilt. He wears a silver band bearing an emerald on his right ring finger. He wears one silver earring in his left ear with a solid black opal in it.
Race: half-life vampire
Personality: Shy and reserved most of the time. He's really smart but he doesn't show it often. He seems to hide behind the charade of his dove form alot so he doesn't have to talk but he still comes to those he likes in this form. He's quick to get startled by just about anything and it shows since he's a bit jumpy and gets scared quickly. One of his biggest fears is spiders and he seems to be paranoid that they're plotting against him.
Place of Origin: Foothills
Base or Mansion: Mansion
Likes: nice guys, red heads, turkey sandwhiches, cats ((big ones)), guys in uniform.
Dislikes: Spiders, snakes, mice, house cats((issues)), guys with bad attitudes, military bad-asses.
Other: He's got issues with house cats but he adores large, dangerous cats. He's afraid of all kinds of things, but spiders, snakes and mice are the biggest ones.
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Name: Verloren
Alias: V, Omega
Age: 22
Sexuality: Gay, Switch
Height 6 foot
Weight: 154 pounds (11stone)
Appearance: 6 foot tall slim, the faint outline of a six pack under the skin but not yet fully developed, long black hair wears small specs and has
deep royal blue eyes, his limbs are long and slender and his skin is pale but smooth almost flawless. His nails would be perfect if not chewed
Race: Human, psycic
Personality: Very kind, caring, and gentle. a man of science so very analytically minded. Yet very open to people. Enjoys everything from the
classical era, classical music, good literature. Enjoys fantasy and fiction. Enjoys traveling. Enjoys good company, is a romantic and therefore enjoys dinner dates and going for walks with nice scenery. It is easy to tell if he is uncomfortable or nervous, as he chews his nails when he is, he is shy aroudn new people but not for long ...
Place of Origin: Underground lab
Base or Mansion: Base
Likes: Good literature, Classical music, Nice scenery, nice company, love
Dislikes: Fire, pain, loneliness.
Other: Worked as a research scientist in a bio and technological lab. Was part of a team testing a new type of clean propulsion for planes, when they passed over this place the electronics went haywire grounding the plane, he was the only survior but was still seriously injured, this is where his story begins.
Name: Tenshi Yamako Hikaru
Alias: Rosiel
Age: 16
Sexuality: Extremely uke.
Height 4'8
Weight: 85lbs
Appearance: Main appearnace is that of a boy standing at a full 4'8. Wears baggy dark blue shoulder hugging top with a sleeveless black tight turtle neck. Shoulder length black gloves and black pants with black shoes. Short redish chesnut hair,rounded out spiky whiteish blonde bangs and long long whiteish blonde eartails that reach way past his sternum. Bright lilac hues.
Race: Fallen Angel
Personality: Shy. Tenshi is soft spoken and barely speaks above a whisper.
Extremely shy, he doesnt venture out into large crowds for fear of being squished or completely ignored.
His nervous habits are poking his fingers together, when he is thinking hard or extremely embrassed, he pulls on his eartails.
He doesnt look at people easily until they show some interest in talking to him.
He is usually really happy but is completely oblvious to sexual gestures and or comments. He doesnt use slang nor does he understand any of it.
Place of Origin: Grasslands
Base or Mansion: ?
Likes: Cakes, cowboys..not the westerns..just the cowboys, pie, oolong tea, cool sunny days, and loving attention. (basicly thats saved for if he ever finds someone, he loves to be cuddled or nuzzled. He's sweetspot is his neck but not even -he- knows that xd )
Dislikes: Large crowds, giggly girls, being completely ignored, made fun of, completely alone and total darkness.
Other: N/A (For DM use only, in this case.)
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 4:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 4:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 4:05 pm
((-Cuts Red ribbon-
Let the games begin!))
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 7:48 pm
[ooc: You know... I thought this would be more of a hit that it has been... but I think it'll get there soon enough. New role-plays are so troublesome...]
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 8:32 pm
[ *will make a character later when he has time ninja ]
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 8:33 pm
((Fear not, it shall grow in time. You must care for these things gently, coaxing them to life as one nurses a fickle flower.
Doorman here, reporting for all thread hopefuls. I will be monitoring your every move alongside Johann. Fear me as you would him, or at least, in some small fraction of the amount.
Continue your business, citizens.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 1:57 pm
[ooc: Doorman, darling... you're going to frighten them all away...
And Bloodyfire... that'd be great! We're waiting until we have all of the profiles in to really get started, so it might be a while. So whenever you're ready, please do. Also, if you have any questions regarding the role-play, just send me a PM and I'll help you as much as I can.]
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 5:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 6:33 pm
[[Hey Johann~ I'll try my best, but probably can't guarantee a prof. until the weekend. I'm kinda still... eh, overbooked. Literally. I the background though. You did a nice job!
Oh, and Doorman... I don't know you, but if you're really a nice person, you MAY not want to come off so intimidating. If it continues, you might start sounding a little like 'Big Brother' from 1984 ninja ... and why should I quiver in fear of Johann?
Sillies...]]
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 6:52 pm
SonataBlue [[Hey Johann~ I'll try my best, but probably can't guarantee a prof. until the weekend. I'm kinda still... eh, overbooked. Literally. I the background though. You did a nice job!
Oh, and Doorman... I don't know you, but if you're really a nice person, you MAY not want to come off so intimidating. If it continues, you might start sounding a little like 'Big Brother' from 1984 ninja ... and why should I quiver in fear of Johann?
Sillies...]]
((Thousand apologies. I have a reflexive urge to rise up as intimidating when in a "game master" position. Truly, I'm nicer than that, and thank you for pointing out that I was being intimidating, Sonata. I shall keep a better hold of myself.
You must realize, I come from a world of storytelling and gaming where the "game master" is a figure that exists solely to threaten your life and make your story more interesting. Due to the general unruliness of such groups, I have been forced to adopt a far sterner persona than I prefer.
This does not, however, justify my foreboding message, which was intended mostly in jest. Once again, apologies.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 11:36 am
[ooc: That's great, Sona! I can't wait to see what you come up with.]
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