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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:17 am
EDIT: PM ALL PROFILES TOO ME GODDAMMIT
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:18 am
It’s the year 1967, and Rapture is under the control of Sofia Lamb and her “family”.
In the years that have passed since that fateful New Years day, Rapture has only become worse. The leaks that were once a minor annoyance have become unstoppable, and have submerged many areas entirely. Supplies are becoming limited. Opposing forces have become stronger.
Those who have not fallen to the hands of the Rapture Family are vagabonds, constantly wandering the ruins of their dystopian home in search of food, safety, and means of escape. Some have succumbed to madness, an effect of the nightmarish world they now live in - others have ruined themselves with gene tonic cocktails. All are distinct targets of the "esteemed" cult that now rules with an iron fist.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:20 am
Rules
- Be literate. No * * for action, no chat speak, etc.
- NO ONE LINERS.
- Try to use grammar, please. I'd like to understand the things you post.
- No godmodding.
- No ridiculous characters.
- No auto-hits, no killing other people's characters without permission.
- PM all character profiles too me.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 5:00 pm
Splicer Skeleton:
Username:
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Plasmid list:[/b] ( Up to two. )
[b]Weapon: [/b](Anything, BUT spear gun, grenade launcher, and elephant gun)
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Splicer type:[/b] (Leadhead, thuggish, etc.)
[b]Appearance:[/b]
"Survivor" Skeleton (Non-splicer/human character.)
Username:
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Plasmid List:[/b] (Up to three.)
[b]Weapons:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Username:
Sister Skeleton
[b]Type:[/b] (Little Sister, Big Sister)
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Little sisters can be 5-8, Big Sisters are 15-18)
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Plasmids:[/b] (BIG SISTERS ONLY.)
[b]Weapon:[/b] (Mounted Syringe, Syringe, etc.)
[b]Appearance:[/b]
PM ALL PROFILES TOO ME.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 5:57 pm
Accepted characters Username: Laoise Mikucki Type: Big Sister Name: Elaine Finnegan "Ettie." Age: 18 Short Bio: A Big Sister who is still able to form coherent sentences and thoughts. She was an early specimen in the Big Sister experiments and is not under Lamb's control, thanks too the lazy scientists who conditioned her. Plasmids: Advanced forms of Teleport, Incinerate!, and Telekinesis. Weapon: Mounted Syringe Appearance:Ettie Snapshot Luckybug76 "Survivor" Skeleton (Non-splicer/human character.) Username: Luckybug76 Name: Alice 'Ace' Rowan Age: 19 Plasmid List: Electric shock (lv 2), Incinerate (lv 3), Security Bullseye Weapons: Crowbar, small pistol Bio: Ace came to Rapture in 1959, at age eleven with her scientist family. Ace had no wish to be a scientist, and she spent her days hiding so she could avoid becoming a Little Sister. Her parents were killed in the New Year's Eve riots, and she was forced to fend for herself. Because of this, she's a tough kid. Appearance: *points to avi* Quote: Username: Suzuki Akiranashi Type:Little Sister Name:Amy Hitcroff Age:5 Bio:Was taken from her parents on her 5th birthday. Is new to being a little sister and doesn't know much about the area. Was linked to the a new model of Alpha series but the connection was simply broken. Weapon:Syringe Appearance:Long black hair, yellow eyes. Blue butterflies tied into her ponytail. Small, torn, and bloody purple dress. Always carried a Big Daddy doll her best friend Elanor gave her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 12:22 am
Username: pokeballkiller97
Name:Saria (Not the girl from legend of zelda! just one I made up)
Age:16
Plasmid list:Level 3 insect swarm, and Houdini
Weapon:magnum
Bio:Sarha was just a regular person until the fall of rapture came in ever since she's just like the other splicers but she is alittle more intelligent and social then most of the ones who usually just walk by but when she gets mad let's just say that you might want to take cover under something or in another room
Splicer type:Houdini
Appearance:a more level headed splicer
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 7:04 pm
ACE: She snuck through the corridor, her crowbar in hand. Nothing had come her way so far, and she fully intended to keep it like that. Silence had enveloped the area. Not a soul was in sight. That was good. She saw a flash of blue to her left. Thinking quickly and obeying her growling stomach, she raced over to the vending machine. Ripping the cords out, she began to hack into the system. Almost... almost...!"WEEEEEELCOME TO THE CIRCUS OF VAAAAALUES!!" "Damnit!" she swore, smacking the machine with her crowbar.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 9:00 pm
Deep in the heart of Pauper's Drop, a Big Sister stood crouched on the roof of the Fishbowl diner as she hovered over the corpse of an unlucky spider splicer. He was an incredibly ugly man, truth be told. His eyes had long sealed up, and it hurt to look at him. The tall, lanky, armored girl wrenched her syringe abruptly from the splicer's stomach - the ADAM vial was filled to the brim. Her retrieval mission had been completed - the lost Sister's Adam reclaimed... but of course, that dead girl would never come back.
"And on my breast in blood she died...While soft winds shook the barley.."
The Big Sister hummed softly as she stared blankly at her gauntlet. The lines belonged to an old Irish ballad - the only memory left over from her old, faded life. Slowly she clenched the hand she was staring at into a fist, and than dived into the darkness. There was no time to dabble in angst - she had work to do.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 3:49 pm
((Uhh... is there anybody else?))
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 4:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:59 pm
Amy opened her eyes looking around her simple pink room. Her Big Daddy doll stared at her leaning on her pillow. She yawned sitting up streatching. She looked around at the small flower decals on her walls along with the annoying posters that were placed there. "Angel." "Daddy knows best." "Daddy is forever."
She yawned again leaping out of bed her small feet creating a small tap as it hit the cold wooden floor. "Come on Mr. B," she said grabbing the doll off her bed and smiled skipping to her door grabbing the needle beside it as it slowly slid open and soon stopped.
She leaned her head to the side. Was it on the fritz again? She kicked it weakly as it budged only a little. She laid her doll and needle on her floor and positioned herself between the door and the frame pushing it as it squeaked loudy and suddenly opening fully. She sighed picking her things back up skipping out the door as it shut behind her. Some of the other girls were already up. They were sitting on the floor coloring suns and rainbows all over the floor. She walked passed all of them heading to a Hidey Hole by the door leading outside into the hallway.
"Let's go Mr. B!" she said getting up onto the step of the hole leaping up inside of it crawling into the wall. She crawled through the tiny space and slipped out too quickly and fell sitting on the step her doll hitting her head before hitting the floor. She rubbed it. "Ow, Mr. Bubbles! That hurt!" she said before picking it up. She looked around blinking. There weren't many angels she could smell by herself. She heard a sudden clang! and looked over. She saw a person hitting a vending machine. "Splicey?" she whispered.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:58 am
Saria woke up and felt weird "Woh I must of dosed off" she looks around rapture "Wow what happened?" she hears a little humming "Huh? who's that she goes over to the humming and sees amy "A little girl what is she doing here? she goes up to amy and her big daddy doll "Hey kid it's dangerous out here you need to still be in the orphanage aren't you?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 2:17 pm
Ace heard the small child's voice just as she managed to get the vending machine to spit out a cream-filled cake. Visions of Big Daddies popped into her head. She grabbed the snack and hid behind the vending machine, which was spouting cheesy carnival music to cover the sound of her movements.
I've lived this long, there's no way I'm gonna back down now! she thought to herself, carefully opening the cake and taking a bite. If I hide here long enough, maybe they'll go away...
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