Rules
You Must Make A RPC- Role-Play-Character. It Must Be Original.
Use Proper Grammar.
Do Not Use *'s When Role-Playing, Please Use Quotation marks.
Do Not Use Text Talk.
You Must Capitalize Your "i"s.
The Main Hall Can Be For Questions.
The Main Hall, OOC Forum, Profiles, and Starter Forum, Are the Only Sub-Forums That You Are Aloud to Talk Out of Character.
These Rules Are Not to Punish You, They Are Here to Protect You From My Rage Fits.
You Must Use Punctuation at the end of each sentence.
You Must Capitalize the first letter of each sentence, or a name.
Do Not Complain.
Do Not Cause Trouble.
If I Find That You Are Annoying I Will Tell You.
If You Are In A Role-Play Only Subforum, Do NOT Start Doing (((This))) And Have A Whole Conversation Like that.
Keep It PG-13.
No God Modding.
No Auto Hits.
You Must Ask the Owner of the Character Before You Kill Them.
You Must Post Once Every Two Weeks, If You Only Post Once A Month You Are Pushing Your Luck.
Be Descriptive.
Use Complete Sentences.
Try to Make A Small Paragraph 3-5 Sentences AT LEAST.
It Is Very Much So Okay to Make Your Post Style Pretty, It Is In Couraged.
Others Must Be Able to Read Your post.
Another Thing, It Is NOT A Known Fact That I Am Head Captain In Head Captain In The Role-Play. Not Even Other Captains Know.
The RP Is to Be Portrayed As The Series Never Existed.
Samples
Captains Please Post The Topics In The Following Picture In Your Squad, Customize it to Your Squad. You May Post More Topics, Just Remember to Have The basics.
Samples For Profiles, Are Going to Be Profiles That Have Been Accepted.
You Can Find Accepted Profiles here.
Kashikoi Kusabana
Kashikoi Kusabana
Kusa looked at the school from the entrance walk way, her long black hair blew in the wind as she stood there, she had already been enrolled in the school for awhile now, Kusa spent most of her time in the world of the living training shinigami. Kusa always supressed as much spiritual pressure as she could in the world of the living, it would be as if she could only see hollow's a little bit, but not be able to do anything about it. If she found herself in a situation with a hollow and a human that could see them, all they would do is run. Kusa didn't want to blow the cover of the shinigami training and bunking house. Kusa was enrolled as a freshman, and it was almost the end of the school year, Kusa made sure to be there as much as possible, even if it meant coming to school with scrapes and bruises. Kusa had her bag in her right hand, it came down to about her mid calf as she walked into the building. Kusa headed for the classroom, then realized that everyone would be decorating the cafeteria for the dance, Kusa quickly turned around and headed for the cafeteria. When Kusa reached the cafeteria she knew she was late, she headed for Dina and asked, "Um... I'm sorry I'm late, but I was wondering... um... if I could be any help? I know I'm a freshman, but the teacher didn't say freshman couldn't help. Can I?" Kusa stuttered in a bashful shy voice as she looked at the ground. The entire time Kusa was enrolled for the school year she was always quiet, and shy. Kusa wasn't in the same class as any of her student shinigami, and when they seen each other in the hall they seen it as an opportunity to pick on Kusa, she didn't mind, it just made them seem normal, and she would just get them back later for it.
Kuxri
Sendo Terikoyma
Captain
13
Captain
13
I don't speak soft,
xxxxx I was not born to mold words
Sendo stepped on to the field, sword in hand, rather then the common position of the hip. He walked in as if of little interest as to what else was going on, looking at the ground with a slight build of bordem. He has in him a dislike of his rank as captain, feeling it was to much work to do, though it did have the plus of not being subordinate to someone else. It also came with the grand fact that he got such a nice place to sleep, rather then the damned barracks with all the other guys, and those uncomfortable beds. It was a position with it's ups and downs, but he honestly didn't mind.
It was only as he crossed near half of the field that a yawn stole him, and he looked up, seeing the other captains amidst themselves. He felt a surge in the realization of where he was, taking a quick glance around before slamming the base of his swords sheath on the ground. Followed by what could only be called a curb stomp to the hack of his pommel, stabbing it deep into the ground, though it could easily be seen with a quick glance. His hand then pointed at the good, as a cold smile took the place of his slack, tired face. He seemed energized suddenly, as if all that sleeping had been storing up energy. "So, Who would like to go first!?" he asked aloud, challenging them all to a one on one fight. Not even realizing that a fight had just come to finish.
My hands are weapons,
Nothing more then tools of the trade. xxxxx
Nothing more then tools of the trade. xxxxx
Ninja knight78
The darkness is where i live. The darkness is what i see. The darkness is what i am!!!!!!!!!!
Shin
Xing
Vizard
Vizard
Shin fades in by the captains and laughs sensing over all of them with a look of disappointment. I seen everything and heard everything that you guys just did and all i got to say is nothing i don't want to cross a line and have two captains coming at me because i might have to much fun and kill you both. He says turning and looking at the other captain that wanted to fight and sighs with a glow around him now. Why do you always want to fight huh? He asks as he takes one of his zanpaktous in its sheath still and places its tip on the ground and leans against it as it is in his left hand. And head captains why did you let me a monster become a captain? I always wanted to know this and you have never answered me about it. He says not turning but looking with no emotions on his face what so ever as he captains coat shifts and moves as he stands there showing off his chest and his tattoos.
The darkness is where i live. The darkness is what i see. The darkness is what i am!!!!!!!!!!
Jelani564
Stranger: "...you forget to take it. It's the only thing you have to do in this damn place".
A second voice whimpered apologies infinitesimally. The other voice, now audible enough to recognize as a deep, throaty croak, kept up its tirade as it seemed to get closer to the statue within the center of the room. Both voices died as they stopped right at the foot of the statue. The owner of the voices, a vertically challenged man who was dominant in width alone, but recessive in everything else, stood to the right on entering, while his companion on the left was lanky. They both had dangerously stupid expressions on their faces, and their eyes kept darting around the room without reason.
Their feelings of suspicion finally abated as they went on to complete the doddle of retrieving whatever they had left behind. They descended the stairs, entering the darkness. They kept walking until a few moments later, they stood within a room that was far more divers than the other two. It was twice as large, twice as auspicious, and twice as adorned. Along with the many statues and columns, were long chandelier-like structures hanging from the ceiling, a blood red carpet that was large enough to cover the entire floor, some of the statues present held weapons of all kinds in their hands, sofas and chairs were scattered in an almost artistic array across the room, and, would you believe it, a reasonably small, round fountain was garishly evincing itself in the center of the room.
The strangest thing about this room were the statues. Some of them looked glaringly human, though in the artist's mind, that would be the point of making them to begin with. The fact was simply that they were captured in strange positions. One looked like a man with his mouth wide open and his arms outstretched at both sides. Another took the form of a woman with eyes wide open, her hair appearing to have been flowing behind her and her arms before her face, as if she were trying to protect herself from something. More strange statues of people of all sizes and ages added to the rooms mysterious beauty.
The two men ignored all the fine pieces within the room and proceeded to the far end. The tall one placed his hand on a section of the wall and it immediately opened up to reveal a smaller room, more like a closet in size, that had a few boxes on the floor. The 'smaller' man made his way inside and retrieved a small device, a gauntlet upon closer inspection, that was either gold plated, or made from actual gold. It was hard to tell, though it was more plausible for it to be authentic. He went back out, brandished it before the other man, and they both left the underground, went back through the two upper rooms, and left the ruins without a word. The section in the wall that they had opened only a moment ago was left the same way through means of their unawareness. Silence pervaded the ruins once more.
A second voice whimpered apologies infinitesimally. The other voice, now audible enough to recognize as a deep, throaty croak, kept up its tirade as it seemed to get closer to the statue within the center of the room. Both voices died as they stopped right at the foot of the statue. The owner of the voices, a vertically challenged man who was dominant in width alone, but recessive in everything else, stood to the right on entering, while his companion on the left was lanky. They both had dangerously stupid expressions on their faces, and their eyes kept darting around the room without reason.
Their feelings of suspicion finally abated as they went on to complete the doddle of retrieving whatever they had left behind. They descended the stairs, entering the darkness. They kept walking until a few moments later, they stood within a room that was far more divers than the other two. It was twice as large, twice as auspicious, and twice as adorned. Along with the many statues and columns, were long chandelier-like structures hanging from the ceiling, a blood red carpet that was large enough to cover the entire floor, some of the statues present held weapons of all kinds in their hands, sofas and chairs were scattered in an almost artistic array across the room, and, would you believe it, a reasonably small, round fountain was garishly evincing itself in the center of the room.
The strangest thing about this room were the statues. Some of them looked glaringly human, though in the artist's mind, that would be the point of making them to begin with. The fact was simply that they were captured in strange positions. One looked like a man with his mouth wide open and his arms outstretched at both sides. Another took the form of a woman with eyes wide open, her hair appearing to have been flowing behind her and her arms before her face, as if she were trying to protect herself from something. More strange statues of people of all sizes and ages added to the rooms mysterious beauty.
The two men ignored all the fine pieces within the room and proceeded to the far end. The tall one placed his hand on a section of the wall and it immediately opened up to reveal a smaller room, more like a closet in size, that had a few boxes on the floor. The 'smaller' man made his way inside and retrieved a small device, a gauntlet upon closer inspection, that was either gold plated, or made from actual gold. It was hard to tell, though it was more plausible for it to be authentic. He went back out, brandished it before the other man, and they both left the underground, went back through the two upper rooms, and left the ruins without a word. The section in the wall that they had opened only a moment ago was left the same way through means of their unawareness. Silence pervaded the ruins once more.
Meanwhile
The sun had gone and in its stead was the soothing glow of the full moon. The Shinigami had walked quite the distance, and on the horizon was the outline of a village. He was sure at this point that he was being followed, and he waited until the eleventh hour before he snapped his head around in one rapid motion. Nothing was there but bones, lying on the ground. He wasn't buying the charade anymore, he knew he was being followed, but then he just shrugged the suspicion of and assumed that it was one of the guys playing a prank or something. He reached a spot several miles ahead of the village. There was a large sand dune that was large. He stopped before it, chanted a spell, and red flames shot from his outstretched hand and collided with the dune, reducing it to a mere umbrage of what it once was. He stepped closer, placed his hand down, delved into the sand, and what resurfaced with it was a gauntlet, golden in colour. He smiled triumphantly to himself as he held it closely and continued onward, his next destination most likely the village.
