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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:17 pm
The Grand Scheme of Things
[Love this title. 3nodding ] Ok, I have a policy. Before I start any RP I like to give everyone a quick briefing of what I am looking for, how I would like for things to run and who I am. So this introductory paragraph is purely for this purpose. I will start with the latter.
Who is me?
Simple, I am an aspiring writer. I have written several short stories in the past, but I am ready to move on to bigger and better things. Right now I have two novels in the works, but alas much research is required before I can even think about them. Well, most of you are probably very unimpressed, because who isn't an asipiring writer these days? Truth is that I am very serious about this. I do tons of research before starting a story and I write many, many things about the characters that I know will never go into the story in order to get to know them better. By this point some of you may wonder why in the hell I am telling you all this s**t. Here's the thing. When I write, I focus a huge deal on the characters. On making their personalities as real and consistent as possible. So what better way to focus on them and no one else than by RPing? I don't have to worry about the muddle of other characters cause, get this: You guys get to play them! Yeah!
So what am I looking for?
Serious role-players. I need a nice little group of people that will be willing to give me a hand. I want LITERACY, not just grammar if you like the idea, but you don't think you are up to it, you are more than welcome to use it for your own RP. I just ask that you put my name on it somewhere. Anyway, I think this is a prime opportunity for the more mature role-players on Gaia to have a great time.
How do I like things to go?
In any direction. Please do not distort my work, but other than that I really want you to make it your own. I am not opposed to anything at all. If you want two archangels to partake in gay love, be my guest! I would like that when you know you won't be around for a while, you try to put your character out of play so that you won't leave anyone hanging. Also, debates are welcome. You guys can argue about politics religion, whatever. Be it in character or out. Do not feel stifled!
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:19 pm
Definitions
[I beg that you read this post even if you are iffy, and if you don't join but you have feed-back for me you can PM me. I always like feedback. Be critical please! blaugh ] Ancient Definition:
A race created by Jehovah [Translation: he who is he. The guy every Christian thinks is GOD, but was really just part of a powerful race and was a bit power-hungry.] and intended for war. They are very powerful in body, usually a deal taller than human beings. They were originally created to do the bidding of Jehovah's angels, [His children.] which often meant that they were manipulated in wars. Due to the fact that their essences [souls, life-energy call it what you like. I call it an essence, but that's just me.] will be torn to shreds if they disregard a command given to them by one of the angels, they always oblige. Anyway, I am just going to quickly go through how they were created. Through the exploit of many Amazon [big women that were built for battle] and Titan [ditto, but guys] people, Jehovah was able to bind them to his will through Old Magic [with the pentacles, candles, people in robes, stone knives, blood, Stonehenge and all that jazz.] Anyway they can be bound with the words of command. [Accedo, Pareo, Cedo] After the first word, the command is given. Both end words are then said and the Ancient must go on his or her way to fulfill the task. Their lives are about double that of humans. They age normally until about 30 and then stop aging.
The Angels Definition:
These are the children of Jehovah, and are a race of people that existed long before humans. Their lives are long, and the majority of them are very good-looking. Only this family of them inhabits the earth right now. The Christians believe that they are angels and so that is the name they have chosen for themselves. Most of them are cruel and have stood in positions of power for the past few millenia, but ever since democracy became popular their powers have faded. Some such as the Seraphim Lucifer and his companion Satan were cast down from Heaven [the Angel's Hideout in the Himalayas] because they pitied the humans and Ancients and believed that they should live in peace. Ever since Jehovah died the Angels have been living among the humans as their equals. This does not float most of their boats. Their physical strength varies, and is equal to that of humans, but their mental capabilities are far greater. They remember things from the first moments of their lives. By the way, all that wing crap is false. They can't fly. Their lives are about 1000 years. They age normally until 20 and then pretty much stop.
The Sylphs Definition:
These people came to be at the time of the Angels. They were a peaceful people who loved the arts, music and luxury. They lived their extended lives farming, studying the heavens and the earth, trying to understand the miracle of life and perfecting the arts. After the war in Heaven they disappeared and were never seen again. There are myths that the actions of the Angels disgusted them so much that they chose to flee the earth. Ironically enough, it was at this time that a new species of bird appeared on the earth. A beautiful bird that adapted to all manner of climates and landscape. This bird often sings it's unnervingly human songs that vary so much that people wonder if they are really all the same. The humans have named these birds Sedjets which is Egyptian for flame because of their erratic flight patterns. They live for about twenty years. This writer happens to know that the Sylphs turned into the Sedjets because they no longer wanted to be part of the warring humanoid species. They had always been fascinated with birds and flight, and they sacrificed their thumbs and a huge chunk of their lives to become these beautiful birds. This new form was attained through Old Magic.
The Talent Definition:
Magic! All of the above have it [although the Sylphs very rarely actually use it.] and some humans also posses it. There are three main ways that magic is used. Sorcery: control of the elements and stuff. Wizardry: using magic the Old way with pentacles and books and incantations. Witchery: making magical potions an whatnot. Mage Craft: using magic in craftsmanship.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:21 pm
The Story
[Again, I would love some feedback! Also, this is a very important post if you are planning to join.] Where?
It is modern day, and although the human populace is aware of The Talent, most know nothing about the other races who live relatively ordinary lives among them. They go to school and then college. After that they find themselves moving around a lot because of the way they age. All of the races are young now because all the last millennium's Angels have died, and only young ones are left. This new generation has new ideas, and squabbles break out often among them. Our story takes place in London, England where much of the world's magic population resides.
Why the fighting?
Strange things are starting to happen though. Alliances forming between some groups of the new generation. People researching for new information and some starting again with the Old Magic. Some are against changing the old customs, [mostly the Angels are of this opinion] others are for it, some Ancients want to rise to power through brute force and others are undecided.
So...
I want to leave as much of this to you guys because I always have ideas for role-plays that may clash with the general flow. So before we start, I would like for there to be some ooc discussion about what alliances we form and whatnot, although as soon as you are accepted you are free to post.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:25 pm
Rules!
[Ack! My least favorite part. gonk ] o.1 Follow all 3G rules.
o.2 Be considerate. I do not tolerate racism in any form. If your character is a racist that is okay, but I don't want to hear the N word.
o.3 Please do not steal my work and call it your own. I have worked hard to get to this point!
o.4 Follow the Gaia ToS.
o.5 Although I like romance, don't let that be the only thing your character ever does. Please, that really bothers me. There are other things out there. Also, keep everything PG 13.
o.6 This isn't really a rule, I just think it would be kind of considerate if your font was not minuscule and your writing isn't like frighteningly bright. I have sensitive eyes.
o.7 I don't like the whole I AM GOD! Spiel, but please listen to me. Please.
o.8 Tell me if you have suggestions!!!
o.9 HAVE FUN! [This is a rule, and I mean it!!! You can tell I am being truthful from my over punctuation.]
o.10 Pay attention to the rules as I may change them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:27 pm
The Forms
[Yay! I am so close to being ready!] Model:
User-name:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
History:
Personality:
Race:
Other:
The Angels:
Here
The Ancients:
Name: Ezmerelda Rosair
Age: 19
Appearance: Ezmerelda
Her eyes are deep emerald in color.
History: Ezmerelda's mother died giving birth to her, and her father married quickly after. His wife had children then, and Ezmerelda was forgotten for a long while. She didn't mind, having never liked being the center of attention, but then her Angel sisters figured out that they could boss her around. Her step-mother also noticed this, and she treated her with complete disgrace, making Ez go through Ancient training and acquire the skills to kill. Ezmerelda fled her father's house in Cairo recently, heading towards London to seek refuge.
Personality: Ezmerelda has a harsh and stubborn personality. She is often classified as rude by people and rarely opens up. She cries only when she must kill someone.
Race: Ancient
Other: Ezmerelda is of Egyptian background. She is well versed in Wizardry. She is not used to the cold London weather.
The Humans:
User-name: Soap my Opera!
Name: Nathaniel Savage
Age: Appears to be around 20 years of age
Appearance: Nathaniel
His eyes are deep indigo in color.
History: Well, if I told you all about his history I would give a lot of awesome stuff away, so I am not going to do that. Let's just say that he will appear on the scene very soon.
Personality: Nathaniel is warmhearted and eager to help people. He has a thorough understanding of feelings. He is good humored and very hard to anger. However, when he does get angry, he is very frightening. He is a bit overprotective, and can get in your way easily. All two and a half feet of him.
Race: Human with some magical ability.
Other: He is very clumsy, and loves kitties. Aww, he kind of reminds me of Alphonse Elric.
Please PM me all profiles. Include a sample post as your new character and one as an old character. Also, you may want to check this post occasionally so that you can familiarize yourself with any new characters. Funny how my characters look like people from TV shows, but I've had them floating in my head for like ever. And I saw these people on TV and I immediately thought I was imagining things. They look just like they did in my head.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:28 pm
Whitelist:No one.
Blacklist No one. YAY! xp
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:30 pm
The narrow, side street was crowded with people dressed head to toe in rain proofed clothing. A harsh wind blew ruffling many scarves and trench coats. One man lost his hat to the wind and chased it down an alley, startling a crowd of pigeons that were roosting on a dust bin. He retrieved his hat from a puddle and swore under his breath, shaking the drenched hat to try and dislodge some of the street slime from it. He stalked out of the alley angrily, cursing the weather. In his haste, he did not realize that what he had thought was a pile of dirty rags was really a very fatigued person whom he had woken and startled with his angry outburst.
The angry and doubtlessly busy man continued on his way, leaving the startled, fatigued someone to sigh heavily and struggle to get to their feet. When the figure had finally managed to steady herself [for now the narrator can stop being secretive and tell you who she is] it became clear that the man's notion that she was but a pile of rags was fictitious. She was in fact a rather tall and thin girl. Her black jeans were torn in more than one spot, and were muddied and wet. She shivered despite her black turtleneck and gray trench coat. Her thin form shuddered as the wind intensified for a moment. She brushed herself off and headed into the crowd.
Ezmerelda, for it is of course she, hefted her heavy back-pack and strode the streets looking around her at the dark, overcast skies. She mingled with the crowd, and although most noticed her shabby attire they didn't seem to mind too much. After all it was a rather slummy neighborhood. Quite far from Whitehall and the parliament.
"Perhaps London was not my best idea."
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