<Ah! I'm glad you finally woke up! How are you feeling? >
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<You don't remember anything? That is rather unfortunate and oddly inconvenient. Shall I remind you of why you are here? >
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<Very well, it is good for you to understand the truth. You are here because you chose to fight. >
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<This item next to you is important, don't forget it. This is where you keep your power, your Fear. Did you forget what Fear was as well? >
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< Ah, let me explain a little better. There are many kinds of Fear. There is kind, benign Fear, taken from Humans, to help our world. Then there is a terrible type of Fear that would take without considering the balance between Humans and Halloween. >
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< You have been chosen to restore this balance of course. Your weapon will help you do this. As a Reaper, skilled in using Fear in weapons, I'm sure you using this weapon is natural to you! >
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<Honestly I would have asked the others, but unfortunately you are the only ones that remain. The Humans are counting on you to save them! Good luck! >
Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:59 pm
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THIS IS AN RP CONTEST!
Yes, short and sweet, this is an event rp contest! We're doing it in a sort of unique way where we're letting you CREATE a character from scratch to play in this contest only, ORP style! All players are invited especially newbies! This is a character created only for this contest! You cannot use them anywhere else and they cannot already exist. Please read the requirements on what TYPE of character you can make. When you are ready, simply read the first rp prompt and respond accordingly! There are three ways to get points in this contest. Keep in mind we heavily cater characters/ premades to those who do not have a TiH student or who only have a couple:
gaia_crown[ Replying to the prompts: ] This is pretty simple and straightforward. Zoobey (the admin) will be hosting this contest, and once every 24 - 48 hours post a new RP prompt. Read it and react to it accordingly. For veterans of TiH think of them as GM posts in normal GM PRP events! For those who don't understand what that means think of it as an integrated storyline. The GM will only post (that's Zoobey) to move the storyline along and the characters along with it!
gaia_crown[ Replying to the OTHER PLAYERS: ] Surprise surprise! This contest is an OPEN ROLEPLAY (ORP). It means you need to interact with the other players as well! Yes you are all experiencing the same situation! Talk with others, fight with others, make alliances and even hateships, we won't judge. At the end, I will be asking all players to submit their nominations for other players, so trying your best will never hurt you! Don't worry too much about being left out, part of the judging will be on how well players can interact and include other players!
gaia_crown[ End prompt: ] There will be one last prompt at the end which will be 50% of what the staff will be looking at when judging. React to it accordingly when the time comes! I will announce it as the LAST PROMPT!
CONTEST PRIZES AND INFO
- Regardless of events, this character is simply the prologue to the disposables being given away to the event. That means, timeline wise, these characters arrive first, and then save the shadowed out premade characters showcased on the top of the post!
gaia_crown [ TOP PRIZES: ] - 3 premade characters done by cheshire, lilwolfpard, and nerpin/ kurotomato - 1 custom character done by ??? (possibly more!)
gaia_crown[ TOP PRIZES: (Non premade, for those not looking for a character) - x2 Kyubey, the Gaiaonline item - x3 Complete set of all contract minipets (excluding RE's Gen2s, SE's) - x1 Full custom coloured special edition wish (you choose what!)
gaia_crown[ EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATES: YOUR CHOICE for one of six trophies! (The trophy looks like the little soul gems you see flying around). Their colours/types are Caring (Pink), Hopeful (Orange), Brave (Red), Dedicated (Violet), Honest (blue), and Noble (Green). This trophy item can only be unlocked in this event.
MAKING A MAGICAL GIRL! (for this event):
gaia_crown[ Step 1 ]: You are essentially making a Reaper!. It must be a girl (ETA appearance ages 11 - 15), it must be appropriately magical girl styled and it must have a weapon! (Reaper weapon). Up to you which TYPE of reaper your character is, but please choose from only the following (Mage - any type, Shaman - any type, Sorcerer - any type, Witch - any type). Yes, you are all female, deal with it.
gaia_crown[ Step 1.5 ]: Choose a energy colour! This is the colour of your Fear/ mana/ energy/ what have you! The colours are: Red: Brave Orange: Hopeful Pink: Caring Violet: Dedicated Green: Noble Blue: Honest
gaia_crown[ Step 2 ]: After you've decided on a general appearance, remember that your character does not remember anything from its past except for what it was just told in the post above, decide on how to reply to the first post RP prompt. That is the first post in the thread, where ??? is telling you about Fear and fighting! Rp out your character, their reactions, how they talk to those around them, how they might perceive their weapon. - They do NOT remember even basic terminology, Human OR Halloween. So that includes things such as Internet, specific names of minipets, city names, any PROPER NOUNS. They DO remember their name. - You can however say for example "minipets", "the computer", "a house", "the graveyard", things like that are fine, just not ACTUAL name names of areas or things. This is a critical post! This is where you let us know what your character is going to be like! They might have forgotten their memories but they sure still have strong personalities I'm sure!
gaia_crown[ Step 3 ]: After you have given us YOUR FIRST introduction rp post, where you introduce your character, their reaction, replies, etc setting up the scene for your character, this is where you rp in reply to other players. You can post multiple times and interact with other players just like you would in any open roleplay. You don't need to wait on a reply from a GM. Talk with characters as you please or interact and look around. This is a very open setting sort of environment, and as GM posts will happen only once per 24 - 48 hours, most of the brunt of the RP is from your interactions with others! If you feel shy or feel left out, don't worry, we have some interactive GMS who will be playing in this event who will be more than happy to rp with you!
gaia_crown[ Step 4 ]: Enjoy have fun, and remember that you are also telling us a story. Maybe you'll surprise yourself as to what your character will come up with during these events!
THIS THREAD IS OPEN FOR ALL POSTING! This contest will end in approximately one week from now!
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:01 am
Large green eyes blinked slowly open.
How am I feeling?
A long pause.
Pretty terrible, if I'm gonna be honest.
Another pause.
Yes, please do remind me of why I'm here, because I don't really understand, and -
...Fear?
For a few moments, Hestia stood awkwardly off by herself, one hand at her side, the other hand absently tapping her cheek as she slowly digested the information.
"Fear," she murmured. "Yes, Fear, okay - " Whatever that is. "Fear and...a reaper. That sounds familiar. Yes. Yes, okay, good." She clapped her hands together, as if settling the matter. "Yes, that's right, my name is Hestia, and I'm a reaper and I am..."
Another long pause, slightly shorter than the first.
"...really confused."
Eventually she was going to have to figure out just where exactly she was and what this...thing was...but for the most part, Hestia decided that she was really quite all right, thank you very much.
She still had her weapon (a shepherd's crook with a neat green bow tied to the top of it) and all her limbs - that was a positive, wasn't it. Hestia coughed, cleared her throat, and straightened her blouse. Yes. Positive thinking. Positive thinking -
"Oh, and I like eating. And -
"Wait what did you just say about saving the humans."
[ witch, 15 years old, green ]
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:25 am
A soft groan escaped her lips as her limbs pulled toward her body. Good, they were responding. Soft eyes blinked open to the blurred world. A hand raised to cover her view as she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes curiously. Still blurry. Her mouth fell to a frown and her brows raised with some concern. Placing her hands down beside her, a sound rattled as her fingers contacted against something. Reaching down, tentative fingers curled around a pair of glasses. Upon inspection, they appeared to make the world become clear to her. Looking about, she noticed that she was in a place she was certainly not familiar with. A soft whimper escaped her again. Looking down, she noticed that there was something else next to her; a trinket. Picking it up between her fingers, she observed it. A beautiful ruby color, and small enough to fit snugly into the palm of her hand.
Looking down at herself, Elspeth noticed she was wearing quite a unique attire. A ruby-maroon dress of white underneath and a similiar jacket over. It felt comfortable and oddly familiar. Around her waist was a belt buckled to a strange book. Around her neck a bow and nestled at it's knot was a white plum and a gem. Her fingers rested upon it as she looked about some more.
Fear... was that what that thing called it? She had to fight it... was that was asked of her? She contemplated a moment, looking for the thing that spoke. Fight with a weapon and yet she saw nothing of the sort on her! And it said there were others and yet...
She didn't see anyone else around, but certainly there were other people about here too, right? Pushing herself up, she dusted off her dress and patted her golden hair. There, she noticed that she had some strange ties in her hair, not to mention that her hair was tied off to one side too. Whimpering, she felt that her head was certainly lop sided. Shaking her head, she nodded to herself and moved on, taking tentative steps to the unknown.
"H-hello?" She called out.
Name: Elspeth (Elly) Phelfeur Age: 15 Color: Red (Brave) Class: Mage (Fire) Short: A 5'2" girl who becomes totally helpless without her glasses.
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:55 am
Vanessa blinked and rubbed at her eyes with a frown, she tried to sit up but grabbed at the floor as the room spun. She blinked again and then opened her mouth to start demanding where she was and what was happening, but the creature was talking about how she had chosen to fight and the importance of the item beside her. She reached out and her hand closed quickly over the green gem it was almost egg shaped and she hastily pulled it close. She had chosen to fight? Fight what? Curiosity pricked at her as she managed to get herself up and standing on legs that felt like jelly.
Hmm it didn't surprise her she'd chosen to fight, she was a fighter, if the cause was a just and true one. Weapon? Odd she didn't remember owning a weapon or knowing how to use one…infact she couldn't remember very much beyond her own name.
Vanessa, vanessa, I am vanessa… She repeated softly in her mind trying to make sure that the thought was solid and real.
Wondering how to access this mysterious weapon she took a few steps forward and looked around. Instead of finding a weapon rack or anything of use she heard a voice calling a timid sounding hello.
"Hello!"
She shouted back curious if she wasn't as alone as she'd thought. Just like that the fear of who else might be around made her fists clench and as they did she felt the heavy metal of what had to be her weapon. Gauntlets shaped like the paws of some jungle cat covered her fingers to elbows and the wicked looking claws appeared razor sharp.
[Name: Vanessa Age: 15 Energy: Green Type: Shaman]
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:06 am
It was not long that a voice responded to her own call. Another girl was nearby, and the fact that she was not alone made her happier. She came running to the girl, her heels clicking solidly against the ground as she ran, her arms swinging to her side. A delicate run really. Her golden hair with ties bouncing as she went, as well as her dress, moving in sway with her knees as they came up.
"H-hey!" She called as she got closer. The girl was similar to herself, but more green and a much nicer outfit than she, but what caught her eyes were her hands. Covered in some sort of metal trap with these sharp points sticking out of them. It was actually unnerving.
"A-are you here to fight too?" She asked, even if she felt, deep down, she knew the answer to that. She must have been one of the others that the voice was talking about. In fact, she was near certain of it. She placed her hands to her knees and bowed toward the new girl. "My name's Elspeth!" She shouted, remaining in the bowed position.
Name: Elspeth (Elly) Phelfeur Age: 15 Color: Red (Brave) Class: Mage (Fire) Short: A 5'2" girl who becomes totally helpless without her glasses.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:07 am
Lyra blinked a few times, squinting in the distance at the voice that called out to her. The voice was heard in her mind and for a moment it startled her until she realised it was trying to help. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth and she jutted a hip out, resting a hand on it. She picked up the item, holding it in her hand. It glowed a soft blue and she blinked at it. Fear? Yes, oddly that didn't sound strange to her and this.. gem seemed familiar. It was hers; she knew that much. Fingers curled around it and she clutched it to her chest, giving a nod.
It seemed to spur something inside her. A fragment. Lyra. 'Lyra..' was that her name? It must be, for her to remember it and only it. Yes, Lyra was her name. And she had been chosen to fight. She glanced around and it was then she noticed her attire. It was.. interesting to say the least. A dress of blues and greens with golden embellishment. Decorated in stars and soft sashes. She realised she was holding a lantern and while she couldn't remember why or how she knew it was hers and she would fight with it
The voice stopped speaking and she looked around. "Anyone else here and confused as heck?" her voice was a little rough; perhaps a little snappy. But she didn't do well in situations she didn't understand. She didn't like to deal with the unknown. You couldn't punch the unknown; there was no way of telling if you'd pull back a bloody stump or something worse.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:20 am
Thalia's eyes flickered open, her vision focusing and then blurring again as it tried to adjust itself to her new surroundings. She moved to push herself upright into a sitting position, only to let out a low groan at her aching head, a hand automatically flying up to clutch at her temple. Squeezing her eyes back closed, she was vaguely aware of someone--or something--suddenly addressing her. Her brows creased at the stranger's question, lips curving into a frown.
How was she feeling? Well, that was easy enough to answer: she felt like shi--
--...hold it. Casting aside the fact that she had a pounding headache, where exactly was she? What was going on? The last thing she remembered was...darkness. Where there should have been a memory, she found only emptiness, and a quick, frantic search through the rest of her mind proved to be a fruitless endeavor. She couldn't recall anything! Not her home, her friends, her family...
At the very least, she should have at least taken some solace in the fact that she seemed to remember her name, but it was a small blessing at most. The stranger who was speaking to her--a strange silhouette of something, she realized when she opened her eyes a crack--didn't sound all that concerned or sympathetic either. At least it seemed willing to provide some kind of answers for her, though.
Fighting. She was here...to fight? Thalia was suddenly aware of the fact that her left hand had been wrapped tightly around something--a long, slender object of some sort--but when she finally allowed herself to open her eyes completely, her attention was instead immediately drawn towards the small, glowing pink object that lay toppled over a few inches away from when she had been lying. Reaching out to take it with her free hand, she carefully turned it over in her hands as the creature went on to tell her about Fear.
Thalia would be lying if she claimed that all this Fear and Reaper stuff made any sense to her, but it sounded...vaguely familiar, maybe. Whether or not that feeling was just a fabrication, she didn't know, but she did know that sitting around here all day wasn't going to get anything done. At the mention of a weapon, she automatically turned to look at her left hand again, her gaze following the long pole to find a blade with an intricately etched design at the very end.
A glaive, She mused, giving it a little lift to test its weight, Can I really use this thing? I guess only time will tell, but--wait a minute, did it say that we are the only ones?
It wasn't until that moment that Thalia realized she was not alone. Tearing her gaze away from her weapon and carefully pocketing the egg-shaped gem, the young woman turned and swept her gaze over the other girls who were gathered here. Had they all woken up like her too? It certainly seemed like that was the case. Using her glaive to support herself, she carefully pushed herself up onto her feet on slightly-shaky legs.
"No, you're not the only one," Thalia glanced to the side at the girl who spoke, the creases on her brow deepening as she frowned, "I'm just as lost as you are, really. I can't remember anything for the life of me, and being told that I chose to fight..." What did that even mean? Fight what?
Shaking her head, the girl let out a heavy sigh. "My name is Thalia, by the way," She said, introducing herself to the girls who were in her immediate vicinity, "That much I know, at least."
Lyra turned to glance at the girl who addressed her and she brought a hand to her chin, stroking it thoughtfully. It seems others were brought here to fight and she wasn't sure if she was relieved that she had back up or insulted that whoever it was that brought them here thought she wasn't enough. At least she seemed able enough; judging on appearances alone. She wouldn't have been given a glaive if she didn't know how to use it, right?
Or maybe they would since it seemed the girl had the same problem remembering anything besides her name. "Lyra," she introduced herself with a nod, hand falling to her side. Her lantern was clipped to her belt; she felt silly carrying it constantly and she rocked on her heels. "Who knows if we were ever given the choice to fight," she said, staring down Thalia. "I certainly don't remember making such a choice." She gave a brief shrug. "But we're here now so I guess there's no choice but to believe I made the choice. Or at least no choice but to fight."
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:33 am
"I think it's kind of creepy. Just sayin',"
Milo inclined her head conspiringly towards Hestia, and then back towards the black cat-like creature who was speaking to them. "I mean, look at it. Is that normal to you?"
Not that Milo could remember exactly what normal was, but it felt distinctly off, somehow, to trust a talking animal right off the bat. After a moment, however, she shrugged, making the ribbons around her shoulders flop up and down. "Well, whatever. It seems pretty nice, right? A nice kitty. Aren't you a nice kitty, yes you is, yes you is!"
Milo wagged her finger a moment in the direction of the cat-creature, and then sighed. On her hip was a single leather sheath where a shortsword sat, with little starry snowflake charms dangling from the hilt. She fiddled with one of the charms absently.
"So anyway," she continued prattling on to the girl beside her, not caring if she was actually listening or not, "Do you get what that thing is telling us? I'm kinda confused myself. I just woke up here in this really cute outfit and I can't remember anything I was doing before, and that's kind of weird! You know! Isn't it weird? Maybe? Do you like fighting? 'Cuz I'm not really sure if I do... but I guess I promised..."
Well, maybe Milo's skirt wasn't so weird. Or her cool dagger-swordy-thingy. Or her hair. Her hair was really cool.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:33 am
Vanessa tensed as she saw the other girl running towards her, her leg slid back slightly putting her in a wary stance. If she'd felt like jelly before the feeling of the weapon had changed that, now she felt a bit more confidant. Yet the other girl wasn't a threat, at least not an obvious one and she wanted answers. She slowly lowered her hands to her sides, the gauntlets remained.
Fight? Yes...yes she must be here to fight, but fight what she still wondered.
"I am" She nodded and then watched as the other girl introduced herself with a bow.
Her ankle swept back and crossed the other as she gave a dipped curtsey before standing tall once more. "Vanessa, it's a pleasure to meet you...or anyone for that matter...this is all very strange. Do you remember anything about what it is we need to fight?"
For a moment she had the paranoid idea that maybe she was supposed to be fighting this girl and anyone else she came across. She blinked at the distant sound of more voices and her fingers flexed a little the razor claws moving with them.
"Seems we're not so alone..." Her voice was a softer murmur now, she had no desire to announce herself to any danger.
[Name: Vanessa Age: 15 Energy: Green Type: Shaman]
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:37 am
“Mmmmhmm no no the ribbon it’s too tight, I can’t breath in this contraption…. Oh yes I would like some pudding with strawberries would you happen to have any whip cream? No…. well…. That’s ok… oh and thank you…. And…… still I can’t breathe… do you think you could… maybe……”
There was a warm wetness that seeped underneath her cheek, dripping from her mouth as she continued to mutter. Her hand rose, swatting the air in the direction of the new voice that was interrupting her sleep. It was saying something, something about how she was feeling?
“You promised to bring some pudding…. Can I have pudding first… ffffiii….” Elizabeth slowly opened one eye to peer around hoping that the voice was maybe just a part of her wonderful dream. Back to where she was trying on a new pretty dress and someone was bringing her the best pudding in the world.
But the voice continued reminding her about why she was there, the reason she should care about getting up and something about fear and weapons.
“Fine I’m up I’m up….. you could have least have let me…” Her voice trailed off as she fingers ran across her cheek.
“EEEP omg.....” A quick flush of red painted her cheeks as Elizabeth started to rub the sleeve of her dress on them. “I can’t believe… omg… I was drooling again… and in public….” Maybe no one had noticed, right some were still asleep weren’t they?
Oh, she was sure everyone had seen it! Her cheeks grew even a darker shade of pink then her hair as she kept trying to rub them clean. There was little thought to she couldn’t remember anything from before. There was her name, it was Elizabeth of course, and she had… a little silver bell with a wooden handle… in her pocket....… was it really a weapon?…. And this thing little thing?
An orb, it was pink, rather pretty pink little orb that was sitting next to her, and well sitting rather to close to the drool puddle.
“Eep…” She snatched it up rubbing it remembering that the voice had told her that it was important. Elizabeth wrapped it up neatly in the handkerchief she pulled from her pocket and tucked it away.
Getting to her feet as gracefully as she could manage, Elizabeth gave a small curtsey to the group of girls where introducing themselves.
“Hello, I’m Elizabeth,” she replied before raising her hand to the side of her cheek, “and I’m confused too.”
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Name: Elizabeth Age: 13 Subclass: Witch Gem: Pink Apperance
“Huh? Where am I? Who are you? I guess I feel ok.” “Why I am here? Where is here? What happened?” her voice was tiny, she wasn’t sure if she was even speaking. “I choose to fight?” Tamara’s hands instinctively squeezed about her staff. She was going to fight with it. But what, and who? She looked at the crystal, and then picked it up. Keep it close? She could do that. Right, her fear. She didn’t entirely remember what fear was, it was lost like everything in a haze. < Ah, let me explain a little better. There are many kinds of Fear. There is kind, benign Fear, taken from Humans, to help our world. Then there is a terrible type of Fear that would take without considering the balance between Humans and Halloween. > < You have been chosen to restore this balance of course. Your weapon will help you do this. As a Reaper, skilled in using Fear in weapons, I'm sure you using this weapon is natural to you! > Yes, she could do that. She already agreed, didn’t she. Though she wasn’t entirely sure why they had to keep the balance. But she had already agreed, surely she already had once know why. “Wait, what others?” why were the others gone? She was the only one left? No there were others. She got up and faced them, clutching her staff tightly.
“Hello?” she looked at the other girls, already introducing themselves. “I’m Tamara.” She said, quickly getting that out of the way as she held onto her staff and the gem in her hand. Who were they fighting?
Her head hurt. Despite the dull, throbbing pain, she tried her best to focus on the strange creature and what exactly it was saying. "Not very--" She murmured in response to its' question, and then it struck her.
Her head hurt and it was blank. Empty. She couldn't remember a thing. Alright no wait, there was something there, within her mind, something concrete. A word. No, a name. Kleio. It was something, at the very least, and she clung on to it. Other than that, other than her name, no matter how hard she squeezed her eyes closed and tried, she was only greeted with nothingness.
Her attention was brought towards the orange gem beside her. Kleio picked it up, stared into its depths, hoping that it would somehow jog her memory-- Fear? What was...? She was here to save? To fight? But what? For who? The humans?
Ugh, she didn't really understand a thing. Besides the gem, Kleio realized with a start that there was also a lance upon her lap, mostly orange with accents of black cloudy markings. A hand closed around the weapon; it felt cool and familiar to her touch, but--
Oh, if only she could remember more...
"So we all can't remember anything?" Kleio piped up as the pink-haired girl near her, the one named Thalia, spoke. Wasn't that strange? "I can remember that my name is Kleio, but other than that... nothing. Are we even sure that we chose to fight?" The question was directed towards Lyra, with a furrowed brow and a frown. How did they know that this creature was speaking the truth when they all were suffering from amnesia?
