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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:19 pm
~Greetings.
Just a heads up: This RP has a FIXED PLOT. there is, of course, room for flexability, BUT. Once we get to the end of my plot, this Rp is done. ((and it's based on a dream i had...))
So, rules:
~Follow ToS
~I am GOD in this RP, what i say, GOES. ((this is MY dream, after all.))
~After me, Kroenig is in charge! He's in on this too.
~You can NOT kill off ANY characters without the creator's permission.
~You may have up to THREE characters.
~You may be yourself, as well as your character ((Kroenig, you knwo the reason for this.))
Bio set up:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Apperance:
Bio:
Other:
PLOT:
You are on a boat. No way out. It's a rather large boat. The owner, is an evil scientist. He is experimenting on human and otherwise brains. YOU were brought as his test subjects.
((NOTE: You have all known each other for a while now. You are FRIENDS, even if you fight sometimes. No one is on the Sciencetist's side. That wouldn't be good. I'd have to kill you eventually.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:00 pm
Name: Tsipora Kissel ((this one is me, Kroenig))
Age: 14
Race: human
Apperance: Red hair, strong, but thin build with crystle blue eyes. A little short for her age.
Bio: the leader type. A skilled scienctist and robotist. Also a writer.
other:She is from the world that Gaia is a online chatroom in. ((this is important, make sure you mention this in ur bios.))
Name: Racheal.
Age: 16
Race: human
Apperance: curly brown hair. Thin. Rather tall. Brown eyes.
Bio: She is very impatient and likes to try to take command.(( even when tsipora should have it.)) No common sense.
Other: From the world where Gaia is the planet.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:27 pm
Name: Viktor Kroenig
Age: 16
Race: Human
Appearance: Tall, thin, slim, but strong. Vic has a reddish-black goatee and short black hair, and wears a black trenchcoat over a black Dungeons and Dragons shirt and a pair of dark blue cargo pants. He wears combat boots and a black fedora. He has a thin scar running through his left eyebrow.
Bio: Vic is a quiet leader, taking command when needed. He is ironic and sarcastic, but is loyal to those he feels deserves it. He's a furry and will wear fox ears/tail on random occasions. He is a writer, more than anything, and for some odd reason has near-perfect familiarity with most firearms.
Other: From world of Gaia being an online chatroom. Also describes me perfectly.
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Name: Schuyler Haussman
Age: 22
Race: Shapeshifter
Appearance: Varies, but generally chooses the form of a tall, pale young man with dark grey hair and a cracked porcelain white mask and a black robe.
Bio: The nephew of the mad scientist, Schuyler does not enjoy his uncle's experiments, but has not known about them until recently.
Other: Created by Vic Kroenig.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:45 pm
Tsipora, Racheal, Schuyler and the others ((meaning all others who join from this point on.)) were sitting in a windowless room with a single cot in it. Pressumably, Schuyler's room. Kroenig, being him and being unable to go without knowing a way off the boat, went in search of a way out. "Schuyler, what is your uncle planning?" Tsipora said carefully.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:50 pm
Schuyler leans forward slightly in a manner that those that knew him (Vic and Tsipora) would be very familiar. "I would know? I am not privy to the planning of those that would have me dead." His voice is a hoarse whisper, also familiar.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:55 pm
Racheal snapped, 'Oh, come on! You must know something! You're always sneaking around." Tsipora said, as though she did not hear Racheal, "Schuyler, i'm sure even if your uncle would have you dead, you are of greater use to him alive, currently. Perhaps the better question to ask is, 'why does he want us?'"
((PS, Kroenig, Racheal is the girl whose face i never saw and name i didn't know.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:01 pm
((Good to know.))
Schuyler nods slightly, his eyes not visible in the shadows of the mask. "I know little, more than I should but not enough to be of use. This could change, but I am deeply limited in my role."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:06 pm
Racheal got this blank look. "Uh.." "He can't do much to help us if we get in trouble." Tsipora explained. 'Then why couldn't he just SAY that!?" "You don't know Schuyler, Racheal. He almost never talks in simple terms. But you have not answered my question, Schuyler, and i knwo you know the answer. What does your uncle want with us?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:11 pm
Schuyler straightens, then cracks his neck loudly. "I had believed you were informed already, perhaps by my predecessor. I see I was mistaken. We are all intended to be tested upon."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:15 pm
Racheal's mouth droped open. tsipora nodded. "We were chosen for special resons. Perhapes Kroenig and I, and definatly you, Schuyler, for more important resons. Kroenig created you. And I'm also a writer. We would make good test subjects because of our unique brains. Ans you, because your uncle is working with emotions, and to anyone who has just met you, you have none. Then the next question would be, what can we do about it? I have a feeling kroenig won't find a way off this boat." Tsipora said this camly, but not as camly as Schuyler might have. Inside, she was scared out of her mind. But she coudl NOT let that cloud her judgement. She had a feeling that Schuyler was scared inside too.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:17 pm
"Indeed he shall not. For it is not within his capacity. Despite his ability. As to the matter of our actions concerning what is to happen, I see no possibilities as of this moment in time." He does not move as he speaks, and his voice remains the monotone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:23 pm
Racheal: stare "The dudes your creator. Shoudln't you show a little more respect?"
Tsipora laughed. "Schuyler IS showing him respect. You ahve a lot to learn about him, Racheal--hey....Schuyler, do you hear that? Sounds like someone's coming!"
((you play the uncle for now.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:29 pm
((Can do. Sadistic b*****d coming up.))
The door opens... on the opposite wall of the sound of approaching footsteps. A medium-height man wearing a leather jacket and pants over a black shirt and boots enters the room, a wide, dark smile on his face. His eyes, dark things that seem to have no difference between iris, pupil, and white, with a bare lightening for the last, flit over the group, and when his eyes settle on Rachael his smile widens. "Well, hello, if this don't beat all!" His face and voice are filled with black glee, malevolent cheer. "I can hear ya all, be it do ya fine!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:32 pm
((wait a second....how is Kroenig your creator and this guy your uncle? So confused...))
Racheal frowned. "Uh oh." Tsipora saw him eyeing Racheal. Her fear welled up inside her. "What do you want?" Tsipora stood and moved firmly in front of Racheal.
((gotta go to bed now, i'll post more tommorrow.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:41 pm
((Hey, YOUR plot!))
The man lowers his head slightly, his black eyes still focused on Racheal. "Thee's observant, do ya fine. And thee - " nodding to Racheal - "thee'll be coming with me, do it please ya... or not." His smile opens a bit, revealing shining teeth, perfectly formed.
Schuyler takes a step forward, but says nothing.
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