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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 3:53 pm
Info: This roleplay takes place in an age where time is nonexistent, and the laws of nature are subtley altered. There are two known race of people: people born of Darkness and people born of the Holy, in order to keep balance. But what happens when a child is born of Twilight? The birth of the Twilight Child fortells the beginning of a great calamity set to cause the beginning of time...
-Characters-
-Thessus--Age 27--Open
-Halomare--Age 16--Scorpio
-Bartemius--Age 17--Scorpio
-Setimus--Age 10--Open
-Larse--Age 15--Open
-Piscius--Age Unknown--Open
-Dexel-Age 11--Scorpio
-Requescese--Age 6--Open
-Valace--Age 16--Kamiss
-Haxomen--Age 19--Open
-Lorque--Age 30--Open
As you can see, there is a LOT planned, and a lot of characters. This is meant to be a prologue to a short story me and Siriano (Kamiss) wrote together in 7th grade. PM me for the characters' backgrounds so that you get a feel of what to do.
Different Parts of Hybrid will be seperated into sections, or Acts.
NOTE: You can use other people's characters only WHEN ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. People hate godmoding. So don't do it or I will HATE ON YOU.
PS. Kamiss, ifyou notice that Setimus has Blonde hair and Dexel doesn't (cuz Dexel had blonde hair in the short story), that will be explained later.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 4:20 pm
[[ Posting Character Pics 2 at a time. ]] 
Halomare
Thessus
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 4:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 4:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 4:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:41 am
Requescese
Bartemius
Larse
Okay! All major character pics are posted! PM me before picking. Their home world picture will be posted.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:46 am
The Industrial City of OpettosOkay, everything you need right now is posted, so...BEGIN!
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:56 pm
The old man sat in a dark, secluded office on the outskirts of a place no one knew about. On the rusty desk was a piece of paper, on which the man was scrawling an urgent letter.
What you are to become, you once were. Your beginning forshadows your future, and though you will not remember it, I wish for you to heed my warning.
Once you recieve this, show it to no one else but you and your accomplice. Once you have read this, give it to him. Once he has read it, burn it in the fires of Revolution.
Remember,
Show this to no one but you, and the one that she has stated to be your lingering essence.
Satisfied, he placed his pen down and folded the paper, striding over to the window slats. He sighed, and tossed the letter out of the slats, letting the wind carry it.
"I have confidence this will reach you in time...If not," he paused, and brushed dust off of the pane, "we will see what happens."
The sand outside of the bulding swirled as it cradled the letter to a faraway destination.
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