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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 8:58 am
Welcome to my (quite) official Roleplaying thread!
The rules are as follows:
# Please stick it within PG-13 ^.^, no overreacting, and that goes for more than just romance -_-'
# No cybering. If you must, take it to PMs
# Follow ordinary gaian rules. No Exceptions!
# No Godmodding. Please, i beg you, don't be a n00b.
# If you want to talk without RPing, Use OOC tags! Or, of course, leave this thread.
# Accept that these rules may change.
If a rule is broken, the user will get a warning and grows from there all the way up to banning from the guild (Don't worry, i'm too soft.).
Message to all Mods: Get outof this thread! You're meant to be accepting requests which i've been accepting recently. One time nearly taking me a hour sad .
And that's about it for now.
I must go, but i will say the scene later on. DON'T POST! wink
Edit: Thread open! Rp 'till your heart's content.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 3:24 pm
Profile My profile is in my sig. But i'll say anyway. Name: Shadow
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Status: Neutral
Race: Shadow-Guardians
Looks: Main form: Avatar
True Form:
Weapons:
1)Shadow-Sword
2)Poisioned Dagger(s)
3)Staff of Chaos (A Myth)
((OOC))
Action
"Speech"
[Blamming]((The setting is in a half-abandoned half-alive city, half of it run down the other half pronounced the city of lights. There is a wall surrounding the city for reasons which the people don't talk about. The gate is the only exit/enterence into the city. Occsional soldiers scout through the city of lights, making sure all is well and everybody stays out of trouble. They are armed.)) He walks through the mist, looking up at the arch he was walking under as he makes his way into the city. He looked around for a second, then continued to walk down the nearest path. He took note of his surroundings and kept himself well hidden. He approached a bench and sat down, taking out a small torn piece of paper and started whispering it out aloud as if it was a list of directions. Some passers by stared at him every now and again, but he didn't care. After all, his targets were already set.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 3:48 pm
Name: Aiieyanna
Gender: female
Age: 567
Status: ???
Race: Slave (where she comes from, that's a race)
Looks: Aiieyanna has long blonde hair and pure black eyes (no white). She has ears that somewhat resemble a cat and a long tail that is very thin. Her skin is pale and she has weird markings on her face that glow everytime she is doing something phychic. She wears all black and tall black boots. The only part of her that is exposed is her face, hands, and thighs. Aiieyanna is mute and comunicates through telepathy.
Weapons: A whip and two daggers. Aiieyanna will occasionally use magic which is phychic and nature based.
((OOC))
Action
"speech"
thought
Aiieyanna walked through the main part of town. The wind blew in her face, rushing her hair backwards. The city was quieter than usual. Aiieyanna prefered it when it was days like these. She walked up a flight of stairs and hopped on top of one of the houses. She sat down on the edge of the roof and stared at nothing in particular.
((I have no idea how long I'll be allowed on...))
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 3:31 pm
He slowly made his way past the houses that seemed to go on forever. He turned around and looked at a nearby small tavern, slightly worn down. He stepped in. As he walked in, opening the door, the bell rang and out of a private room, straight away, appeared a bartender. He ((me)) sat down at one of the corner spots and looked out the window. "So long yet so little has changed."He thought.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 2:36 am
Character: Hisoka
Age:27(to demons)
Race biggrin emon
Status: Rouge
Weapon: Forsaken Heart (Sword)Bukyaku gloves(oblivion)
Gender:male
Appearance: Shoulder length thick, straight, dark grey hair. Eyes crimson. 5'11". 173lbs. A onix trentch coat ripped off at the shoulders. Belted arms. Gaurded shirt. Tights leather pants with at least three belts hanging off his hips. One ebony earring on his left lobe.
Martial style: Martial fighter and swordman
Origin:Fallen chouir soilder of ash. Cause: Mider of General of the Chouir of Ash and Father. Now nomad.
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Hisoka made his way into this a small town, suprised at the cerenity and peace coming from it. So peaceful, alittle disserted. Must be a nice day to spend indoors. As he walked down the main street, atop a roof he spotted a blonde, cat-like humanoid sitting there in a blank stare. Seh looked breathtaking before the sunset, however this was no time to daydream about cat. Made that mistake once, not again. There were more pressing matters at hand.
Hisoka shook his attension away from the her and walked off towards the local tavern. Here, he could think clearly and what better way to do over some nice wine?
*No matter how much blood I seem to spill, she still seems to give me somethingnice to look at every once in a while. Thank you God. Now matter how much i hate you for the fate you have laid for me.... Thankyou for some peace.*
Upon entering the bar, Hisoka met eyes with the bar tender sending shivers down his spin. Hisoka sat down and relaxed; finally.
"Red wine please?"
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