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 Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:19 pm
Yeah, I'm back! Peace everyone. Ok then, Setting: Time: 1800s, lol. Favorite time I guess, most normal for me. Umm, place: An island off the cost of Europe. Alright, your stranded on an island when your boat wrecked during a senior high school trip...Lol. Soz people, but I'm braindead. Profiles should look like this: Name: Age Race: (Human for beginning, but later on you can be a: vampire, werewolf, vampire/werewolf slayer, mage (Please write spells in latin, if you can) or a neko. Where is your character from Bio sad Optional) And please add a picture My profile: Name: James McCaughly Birthplace: London, England Race: Human for now Biography: None Picture: 
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:21 pm
((Meh, profiles are horrible. xDD ))
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:27 pm
((I'll add more to the profiles, I'm braindead right now.))
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:32 pm
((No, i hate them in general.))
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:37 pm
((Oh, well you don't have to do one. Alright then, opening post!))
Regaining conciousness, he coughed, spitting out saltwater and sand. After what seemed like forever he felt he was strong enough to get up, so he tried to stand, seeing he could. He looked around, seeing nothing but wide, open beach, but further in he could see a dense forest, and something caught his eye about 50 meters away from him. He ran towards the object and saw a girl, his own age, laying unconcious in the sand. He knelt down and shook her gently to get her awake.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:38 pm
((Is there anything supernatural? Oh, and I'm now.....ADV. LIT BIOTCHES. ))
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:45 pm
((Like spirits and stuff? I dunno, theres like, vampires and werewolves and stuff, but not spirits. And...thats your cue Rose, or that girl could be a side character.))
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:50 pm
((What period in the 1800s? late, early?))
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:53 pm
((Or, is it the 18 century...which means...it's actually 17--. xDD )
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:53 pm
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 7:01 pm
((Alright. I don't feel like making a profile since I need to go...and I didn't dry my hair either...damn...xP ))
Rose felt the slight wetness of the ocean water as it splashed on the beach. Strong enough to drag sand and debris out to sea, yet gentle enough not to bring herself with it as well. The layers of her dress weighed her down, and she slowly opened her eyes, and she had to blink a bit due to the salty sea water. She looked up at the boy just sighing a little. "W-Where am I?"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 7:18 pm
Name:Erik Flint Age:20 Race: currently a human Where is your character from: London, England. Bio:His family is from Germany but he was born in London. After his father died, Erik went into the army and fought in Africa against the natives alongside a soldier named Churchill or something. He went back to school when he got out and is proficient with Maxim guns and the Schofield Model 3 that he keeps with him. And please add a picture: 
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 3:15 pm
((Meh! I hate profiles...xD ))
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 6:10 pm
"Hey, I thought you were dead." He said, sighing in relief. He laughed a little and sat down on the beach. "Do you know how we got here. I was asleep and then all of a sudden I woke up here."
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