Hold your breath, take no moving steps, in a town outside the lives of those who believe is safe, you are summoned, some are strong they become the knights, some are strong hearted and become slaves. Some fight to survive, so they are warriors. None are legally held for what they are doing in this world, for they can not be control. The war is coming swiftly from the east, a massive army of man with swords, spears and black monsters on strong siler chains. Help is a word you must answer to. Slaves, knights, warriors and amoung other things you must bond, you must try you must survie. This is where we stand, this is where we fight. This is the meaning of the rose.
Rules:
Romance is fine. No cybering.
Fighting is fine. No killing without permission.
Post your profiles. Use any Size/Color you like that is readable.
Please be long-term-ish. This is an rp that I'd like to survive.
You are automatically accepted unless I say otherwise.
You may add Appearance if you feel like it, i am not going be angry if you choose not too.
Profiles: must be pmed to me, so i can add them to my accepted list.
You must now check your typing for mistakes in spellings, if you can not spell it 100% then add (sp?) at the end the word, just so we understand. And the startes rule of Capitals and periods are now in effect.
Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance:
Personality:
Powers: (Nothing to godmod-ish if you please.)
Weapons:
Other:
Name: Closer Doll
Age: 73
Race: Doll
Appearance:
Personality: Strangly quiet, a feeling fear pours off of him. Smart and a good fighter.
Other - Well it was about 54 years ago, he was in vetanam, his regament was shelled heavily but it wasn't no enemies but instead what were machines, found later to be men, mutated in the worst kind of way. They picked off those they didnt want, everyone. He was wounded but he was sure going to die. They came over to me, a hand gently tapped my face and he whispered.'Do you fear me?' His voice was weak but he remember what he said, he remembers everything. "I said no." He tapped his friend and he said he was telling the TRUTH. For 32 years he was fixed, minor repairs, trainned and a chemical they developed at the current time was what they call...fear.They artafially created Fear.
Powers: Fear, the power to control a black mist which can do anything he wants.
Weapons: Claws, 6 metallic blade which come from his knuckles but can change form and become either one or two as well. But as they become smaller amount they grow longer.
