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 Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 8:33 am
This an rp I made, but no one came. I thought it was good, so I wanted to see if it could live here.
Creamatoria is an island of great beauty and peace. Atleast it will be once all the monsters have been cleared off. Creamatoria is an island far away from the mainland. It is known for it's many terible monsters and evil men. But now a very rich man has bought this island and wants it cleared. He will pay anyone who travels to the island to help clear the monsters a very handsome reward. So natrualy, many bounty hunters, brigans, warriors, and swordsmen alike came to clam the reward. Hundreds came and soon the boats made a fortune on transportation to the island. Many famous warriors came as well.
But, a week after all of the callers of the notice arrived. A great strom came, surounded the island so that anyships trying to leave, were swallowed up by the waves. Soon, the fighters found that the monsters where more than they could handle and many of them were slian. It turned out that the rich man was lieing, and was going to use the monsters to capture the souls of the warriors to open a gate that would lead him to immortality.
Apllication:
Name:
Age:
Occupation sad Op)
Skills: (Op)
Weapons: (Op)
Appearence: (( If you say avatar, I'll kill you. Be more original))
Personality: (Op)
Bio: (Op)
Name: Shelfin
Age: 20
Skills: He is great with a sword and is swift. He is a master at the slight of hand.
Weapons: Midsword and small sheild. Small bombs around belt.
Appearance: He is tall and well toned. He is very handsome and has deep blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He wears leather aromor and brown boots.
Personality: He is very serious but has soemwhat of a humarous side. He is bascially a helpless romantic.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 11:29 am
Shelfin sat in a tavern listening to other fighters boast on their skills. He drank softly and luaghed when a quick joke past him. He was seated with four other men who seemed to have an air of respect around them. Out on the docks, more ships arrived carrying fighters who wanted to test their skills. Little did they know that night would see most of them dead.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 5:24 am
((Oh dear, let's see if I remember mine...
Name: Marina Pennington
Age: 18
Occupation:Spoiled rich fangirl teenager, pretty much
Skills: None as of yet
Weapons: A collection of... um... "borrowed" weapons from her dad, including a cosmic blaster she stealthily attached to her arm, a few laser/stun guns, flash grenades, and a couple choice explosives. Though, her supply is quite limited.
Appearence: Avatar!! *j/k* Er... She has long black hair with dyed streaks of blue to match her eyes. Most of the time, it's pulled up into a ponytail. She stands at 5'2" with a slim build and very fair skin.
Personality: "Money is the solution to everything." That's her family's motto, of which Marina picked up pretty fast. Though she has a pleasantly nice personality, this motto seems to be her constant downfall. She's quite naive, as she has rarely stepped from the comforts of her rich abode into the real world. She believes good always triumphs over evil and, with her being good, nothing can touch her.
Bio: As stated before, she's a very spoiled rich girl ~ the second heir to the Pennington Estate. The purpose of this prepped and pampered girl being in such a dreadful island has nothing to do with heroics, strength, or justice. No, she had traveled there to meet the cutest guy she had ever gazed her eyes upon: Gustav. She had read about him in magazines dozens of times and, when she heard he would be at that island, she immediately arranged to go there herself. To have him with no other girls around is a fangirl's dream. And she intends to obtain that dream, too.
Hope this is still okay!!))
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 5:53 am
As the ship docked and began letting the fighters off, Marina couldn't help but feel a twinge of dejavu. Once her feet touched land, she set off through the crowds in an adamant search for one man and one man only: Gustav.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 5:39 pm
Name: Shadow
Age: 17
Occupation: assassin
Skills: proficient in many poisons, can use all types of weaponry and has the ability to fly with the use of his angelic black wings(combative flight)
Weapons: 2x katana's, 2x colt double eagles(4 extra clips of 12), 12 throwing knives dipped in paralysis poison, and 6 smoke bombs(like what the ninja's use lol)
Appearence: a unique looking figure Shadow wears all black clothing. Jeans muscle shirt and a trench coat. His hair is the color of a low burning fire and his eyes the color of ice. The wings coming from his back have the blackest feathers anyone has ever seen and has holsters for weapons in almost every conceivable place. Most sheathes/holsters are full.
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As shadow flew down from the boats gangway he notices many unfimiliar faces. none of these low-lives ever hired me he thought to himself while checking his gear.
Sitting down near an old aquantince, thats all Shadow ever had were aquantinces never friends, he leaned over and smiled. "Hello again old horse." Waiting for Gustav's response Shadow sees a girl trying to get through the crowd.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:21 am
Gustav gave a week smirk and Followed SHadows eyes. " Well well, I must say that I never expected to see you again, Shadow." he said in a friendly manner. His eyes landing on the girl Shadow was watching. " But I supose even you couldn't resist the chance to battle a whole island of monsters. Or are you here for the sights?" he nodded at the girl and added. " I don't think she's your type."
( Great To see you again Shadow!)
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:04 am
Smiling weakly Shadow replies, "you know me Gustav, i'm just here for a tan and a stiff drink. If something happens to catch my attention however..." Saying that Shadow then stretches his wings out in a tired fashion.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:49 am
"Excuse me, have you - ow! Excuse me. Oomph, hey can- ugh - ow!!" Marina was beginning to get incredibly peeved at the men that kept bumping into her. What was their problem, jostling around a poor little girl like she is?! Grumbling and getting in a foul mood, she somehow made her way out of the crowd and slumped down beside another group of men without so much as looking at them. If she had paid attention, she would have realized she was sitting beside a man with wings.... whom in turn was sitting beside the man named Gustav.
"Argit, how can anyone expect to find ANYONE in that jungle of people?? It's ridiculous..." In exasperation, she heaved a sigh. Maybe the throng will dissolve in a minute or two, when the warriors are done getting off the ships. Maybe...
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:28 pm
Name: Ellebryn Mishko Kerr
Age: 17
Occupation: "Modernized Freelance Knight"
Skills: Bryn is small and swift. She is strong and adept with bow and arrow, daggers, and a short sword. She's fairly acrobatic and sneaky.
Weapons: Longbow, compound bow, arrows, short sword, shield, and two daggers.
Appearance: Bryn is small, thin, pale, and slightly freckled. She has short auburn hair and hazel eyes (dark brown ring around the pupil, fading to green). She generally wears hardened leather gloves and boots, chain mail, leggings, and a green tunic. (Yes, fine, she dresses up like Link. >.<)
((I will post....when I get time.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 2:41 pm
Gustav looked pasted Shadow to see the girl sit next to him and smirked. " Well then, here is your chance. Go get her fly boy." Gustav joked and winked before unsheathing his long sword and sharpening it with a wet stone.
Shelfin watched as afew durnks with knives attempted to walk out the tavern at the same time and got stuck. One of the men he was sitting with luaghed and went to help them. Shelfin looked at the others and shook his head. " I'll see you guys in the morning." he said as the men waved and nodded. When he reached the door, the other man had kicked both men out the door and across the street. Shelfin patted him before heading for the inn.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:12 am
Putting his wings back into their position Shadow looks casually at the young lass next to him and with a wave to the derparting Gustav, focus's on the girl. "Why hello there, I am the elusive Shadow, and you are?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 3:11 pm
((Alright, I'm awake. Time to get back into the swing of things =D Let's change it up a little bit, though...))
Name: Rasmussen Sengir
Age: 37
Occupation: "Soul Collector"
Skills: Limited weapon skills, soul collect, soul integration, "Soul Cannon"
Weapons: A short cutlass and an assortment of throwing knives
Appearance: At the peak of his age, Rasmussen has already begun to have a receding hair line. Despite this, he slicks back his tawny black hair into a small top-knot. His face is very pointy, with a long, crooked nose to boot. He's just over six feet tall and has a very skeletal build. He drapes himself in black robes with purple and red stripes going down his side, the family colours.
Bio: The youngest member in an illustrious family, the Sengirs. Growing up in a secluded area of Britain, local rumours say that every member of the family has been a vampire, drinking the blood of many. It's everyone's explanation as to why members of the family seem to live longer that the normal person should, sometimes past a century. Of course, it's not because they are vampires, but just ordinary people who retain their liveliness through consumption of living souls. With a mountain of wealth at their disposal and their inane magic, the Sengirs believe in collecting as many souls as possible in order to live and terrorize for a long, long time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 3:15 pm
Marina snapped out of her daze looked over to the man next to her, noticing him for the first time, "Oh, um, my name's - um -." Before she left to go to the island, she had made a decision to not mention her last name. Too much fame behind it - well, both famous and infamous. With her father's questionable activities in the business, there was much controversy and ill thoughts towards her family. Even letting an inkling out to that would be dangerous.
However, it wasn't until the last minute that she decided her first name wouldn't be good, either. Not many people named Marina, right? "Um, my name's... Rydell. Nice to meet you." Her eyes couldn't help but stare at his hair. It was so... bright! Like a dim fire or something... Wait, weren't those wings?! "... Are those wings??" She voiced her thoughts aloud, temporarily forgetting about Gustav for a second.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 11:49 am
Smiling at her innocence Shadow easily replies, "Why yes they are. Do you like them?" Smiling Shadow notes a few other familiar faces, unfortunately, most of them got in his way on more than one occassion.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 11:53 am
Shelfin exited the bar and headed for his hotel. " The whole place is filled with wannabes. I wonder if I'll see any other old faces? Mabey if I'll see them during the hunt tomorrow." he spoke to himself as he neared the Hotel. It was then that he felt a foul wind blow. Back in the Bar, the four men that Shelfin was with looked at each, feeling it to. Shelfin turned and looked around. Only a handful of other warriors could feel it, each one stopping and looking up and at each other. Shadeo nodded at a man wearing shades and a buster sword on his back.
Meanwhile, in a deep and dark prison underneath the island, evil was planning. An old man stood over thousands of cages and gaint tombes. " Tonight my servants! You will feast!" crackled the man as he watched the large and evil looking clock behind him. At midnight they swarm would be released.
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