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 Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 2:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 2:15 pm
 In this world there is crime. Drugs, sex, booze, and death. Death hangs heavy on all of our shoulders. He grins his wicked grin into our mirrors and haunts us with his terrible grip. And we succumb to him no matter our status.
And there are people who work hand in hand with death. The city is filled with gangs. They call themselves the worker's for death... And Death doesn't like it. He comes forth, from his simple home in his simple realm to live among the humans, bringing with him his disciples. He has decided to destroy the gangs, destroy all those petty humans who claim his name.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 2:24 pm
 [RULES]
[No Cybering]
Self explanatory. If you want to do stuff take if off of Gaia. It's in the rules. Don't do it here.
[No Bitching and Whining]
No one likes a whiner. If things don't go your way, deal or get out.
[I AM GOD]
What I say goes.
[PM]
PM me your character with the name of his position as the PM title.
[All...]
You all must be male. And I would prefer some diversity. Some of you be straight, some of you be bi, and some of you be gay.
[I will not accept...]
Those cutsey little ukes who are so innocent and naive that they want to make me barf. Be realistic.
[Side Note]
There will be six characters, including death. Each one has his own abilities, which will be listed. You have no other special ability than the ones listed. This roleplay will be very dark and bloody. Each character has his own brand of cruelty.
[Contribute]
Bring in villains, old lovers, new friends. I love drama and drama often keeps an rp going.
[Behave and Have fun]
Nuff said. I may add more rules later
[Image]
Go ahead and find your own. Put it at the top of the profile.
[The Skeleton?]
Copy what I have for your desired character and paste it into your PM.
[But it's mostly filled out!]
Fill in what is blank. Then go ahead and change what you feel needs to be changed. It's a sort of guideline. When it comes to those characters that is what I am looking for.
[Don't Touch...]
DO NOT touch the abilities or their positions. They're there for a reason!
[Personalities]
You can change something you feel doesn't fit. Go ahead and add likes and dislikes. Just don't go too over the top.
[Sample Post]
Just so I can see how well you work the personality.
[It's a Goth RP]
Meaning there will be PLENTY of blood and gore (and I get really descriptive.) You and your character need to be able to handle the sight as well as participate (most preferably happily). None of these guys are nice or merciful, so the happily bit shouldn't be too much of a problem. Absolutely no sissies.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 2:30 pm
Death Death doesn't like how things are going in the human world. Too many lives are being taken before their time. Name: Wesley Dominica Player: A Gurl Called Kill Ability: He may take a life when so ever he choses. He could be from a touch, a stare, a simple flick of the hand. Position: Dominate Seke Personality: Calm, collected, sexual, and absolutely sadistic. He's very much the type of guy who will hold a grudge and doesn't show his emotions on the surface. It takes a lot to make him mad and when you get there you can't escape. You'll end up dead. He's a calculating b*****d who loves to mess with people. But generally he is unassuming. An average guy, because death never stands out. Time
Time is Death's b***h, (sort of). He feels nothing in particular when it comes to the humans. He just follows Death's orders. Father Time is, well, his father. The differences being Father Time controls the time flow of the universe, where as Time simply set the date of a human's death.
Name:
Player:
Ability: Slow time for the entire world, or just a single person. He may also speed it up (and there by speed up their death) should he choose. His power is over the flow of time.
Position: Submissive Seme
Personality: He's quiet, docile, and very dog like (Doberman-esque that is). He's at Death direct command, and is seemingly stuck up because he'll pretty much ignore anyone else. He's not shy, he just doesn't like you. He speaks his mind and the absolute truth. He's one of those guys who 'hates wasting time'. SadnessHe is a rather frightening character. He has the care of all of those whiny bastards who killed themselves out of sorrow. He came with Death to get away from them. Anything is better than a suicide.  Name: Daichi Yan-Lau Player: Hells Angel of Vengeance Ability: His ability is over the emotional range. He can make a human feel fear so great they become paranoid, a sorrow so powerful they take all the lives around them, or an anger so fiery they become rash. Position: Flamboyant Seke Personality: Sadness isn't a sad guy. In fact he's sort of snarky and rather sarcastic. Somewhat lazy, he doesn't get much done unless its an order. He has a strange fascination at other's misfortune but has no patience for sob stories. (or patience, period.) He isn't nearly as problematic to death as many of the others, at least as far as rampaging goes. However his lethargic personality can be an annoyance as well. When he is more active, he acts with a childish bluntness and curiosity, though mostly to annoy others. BetrayalBetrayal's kind of a strange sort of guy. He is notoriously two faced. He wears a mask that is half black and half white. The black half has a wicked sort of smiling half a face painted in white and the white side has the most evil appearing half a face in black.  Name: Eilif Rivers Player: Crystal of Infinity Ability: You could say his power is over luck. One moment the human in question could be feeling the greatest, lets say he won the lottery, and then a day later he makes something happen so that every little thing that person has ever cared for is gone. The only person his luck doesn't work on is himself. Position: Undiscriminating Seke Personality: The mischief maker of the group, he does his best to play tricks on anybody. (The only two people he has learned not to mess with are Death and Time.) He laughs a lot and is very fond of riddles. The only person who can get the straight truth out of him is Death. (And Death's orders are the only one's he'll follow, albeit a bit backwards and quite literal) SicknessHe's a sickly little waif of a boy. He look no older than twelve with an anorexia problem. He looks up to Death, holding him as a sort of role model.  Name: Jason Knoble Player: DattebayoPrincess Ability: With even the slightest touch of his hand he may give you a number of illnesses, ranging in intensity and curability. He may make up new ones on the spot or down you with old ones. Position: Possessive Uke Personality: Though he may appear innocent, his looks are not a part of his personality. He is manipulative, vindictive, controlling, gets insanely jealous over the silliest of things, and often times drives himself into hysterics. He then ends up fainting or getting extremely weak if he does so (even his powers do not work so well if he has a freak out.) Likes: Death, feeling his bones jutting out, hunger, having power. Dislikes: Large meals, mirrors, doctors/hospitals, smart-alecs. Malice Name: Renji Abarai Player: Astarael Storm Ability: Disaster is his ability. He can tear you to shreds with ease or wreak havoc on an entire city. He is closely associated with War in his destructive capabilities. Position: Dangerous Seme Personality: He is a dark, brooding sort of character. He is quick to heat up and almost impossible to stop. Like with most in the group, the only person capable of stopping a rampage is Death (a rare happening). He tries his best to remain calm, but often times fails at it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 2:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 12:38 am
((Anyone still interested, we are now starting. If not, let me know!))  This human world was strange. That was all he could think on it and that was all he could feel on it. Strange and sickly. Like a new disease which would mutilate and deform the body. While parts could still be beautiful, the rest of it was so terribly marred it was hard to see what it used to be. And ugly, yet beautiful world.
Dominica mused on this for a long moment as he stood in the sun. He wore sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes, a black and gold aodai where the sleeves dripped off his arms in a long bell shape. The torso of it hugged his waist, hips and shoulders wonderfully. A lacy umbrella was held over his head as he stood outside to protect him from the rays of the sunlight. Now it was not simply because he was some sort of otherworldly creature, like a demon that he was sensitive, it was that he had dwelled in a place halfway between the underworld and earth.
He yawned, letting a delicate place hand covered in a lacy black glove drop over his mouth. Dark hair fell like a silky river over his shoulders and back, catching light despite how he sheltered himself. And as it was, he was standing on the edge of a fountain in the middle of a park where many eyes could see him. Dominica did not really care that so many people glanced at him, pointed and whispered as they passed. He could see their inner monsters. He could see their hourglasses. The clock posted above their heads. The tragic way their bodies would end.
And it bored him considerably. And despite his general apathy toward the human race, he was still here, fighting for their cause. Or perhaps it was due to a dislike of people ruining his job for him. Like cogs that had worn out in a machine, it was now not running smoothly. Death hated it when things did not run smoothly. "I do hope there is good tea awaiting us on our return to the apartment," he said absently, not even concentrating on the mission at hand, to capture an informant for the Red Dragon.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 8:41 am
 Jason had accompanied Dominica on this rather sunny day, sitting on the bench and watching him at the fountain. His emerald eyes watched almost everywhere but at the raven-haired man he adored, glaring at anyone he saw gossiping or staring. There was a certain young woman that caught his attention though. One in vivid colored clothing, her hair perfectly coiffed and her skin a disgustingly fake orange. She had the nerve to stop, point Dominica out to her friend and make a rather loud comment. Jason wasn't going to sit back and take this.
Standing from the bench, Jason's frail figure became extremely apparent. It appeared the only place his clothing touched him was on his shoulders, but that was only because of gravity. He burst into a sprint, planting a fake smile on his face so he appeared simply like a child playing in the park. As he ran by, he swung his hand out and gently touched the small of the woman's back. Swine Flu. Looks like the vaccination didn't work for her. The boy continued running until he came upon a rather large tree, then ducked behind to see what happened. The lady put a hand over her mouth and another around her mid-section, her cheeks seeming to fill up. She rushed off and threw her front end into the nearest garbage can. Yes, success.
More content that he'd 'taken care of' a minor nuisance, he strolled back to the bench leisurely, rubbing his bony hands together. So what if he abused his talents sometimes? They were there to be utilized, weren't they? As he sat down, the boy noticed how much his legs ached from running. No more of that today. Actually, everywhere ached. He was sore and tired now, thanks to that useless bimbo he had to deal with. It was still worth it. He resumed his post, same as before.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 9:38 am
A soft smile spread over his pale pink lips as he watched sickness do as he pleased, infecting the woman with some sort of influenza. His black eyes sparkled with bemusement. His eyes followed the woman as she went to relieve herself and even a tiny laugh escaped him. It didn't really matter that she got sick. In fact, it was from this sickness that she would die. It was her fate that she and Jason should meet, and that she should do something to make the little guy upset.
He hopped down from the fountain, light as a feather. His toes touched the ground, then rolled back to his heel. He made his way toward Jason, his smooth, effortless walk like that of a supermodel. The swing of his hips, the placement of his hands, the measured steps. When he reached Jason he leaned forward and placed a lace covered hand against the boy's forehead. "Well, it seems you have not run yourself into a fever." He sat down beside him.
"But please be more careful. Especially in this weather you could easily get heat stroke." Taking care to keep the umbrella above both of their heads, he wrapped an arm about the child-like demon, his thumb rubbing gently against his shoulder. He leaned so that his cheek rested carefully against the top of Jason's head. "Now, now my dear. Why did you go and do that." Though his voice held a note of scolding in it, Death rarely ever scolded his entourage. So this was a false sort of reprimand, more for show than for actually need.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:06 pm
The boy couldn't help but rather enjoy the attention he was receiving from Death. Whether it be negative or positive, he could care less nor distinguish it. "No. I've decided there will be no fevers for me today." He stated, rubbing the crown of his head on the other's cheek.
Jason tucked himself in closer to Dominica, pulling his knees up closer to his chest and burying his face in the other's chest. "That trashy woman had the nerve to ridicule you so publicly. I had to do something to defend you, even if only we knew that what i did was her punishment." He murmured, a tiny hand reaching up to grip the front of the other's aodai. He was getting irritated having to justify his actions.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:58 am
Somewhere life is good, and things go as they should
it's hard to find, but that’s alright yeah
Searching for the way, push harder everyday
It's deep inside, that shining light yeah
But I'm scarred, by barriers placed in my path
I'm scathed + There's nothing here to take for granted + Eilif chuckled as he watched the woman get hit with something nasty by the sickly-looking member of the group. The woman had been rather lucky of late, and now her luck had run out.
Eilif had followed Death and Sickness, Dominica and Jason, when they went to the park, partly in boredom, partly to mess with the humans he found there.
He walked over to where the two were sitting, not paying attention to the humans he passed, though he heard the whispers about his appearance. The mask he usually wore over his whole face was tilted so that only half of his face was covered, and the mask lifted his hair away from his face.
Overall, he looked kind of like the psychopaths in mass-murder horror films that humans seemed overly fond of. He chuckled at the thought. + with each breath that we take + Sometimes when we're young, and always on the run
It gets so dark and I know that place yeah
So don't be too concerned, you've got a lot to learn
Well so do I and we've got plenty of time yeah
Don't fall off the track yet with so many races to go
Hold on ((Sorry i took so long to post this...))
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 2:39 pm
((yeah, I kinda took forever to figure out what i wanted to do to introduce my character into the story, sorry about that))
Caught up in this madness too blind to see
Woke animal feelings in me
Took over my sense and I lost control
I'll taste your blood tonight
= You know I make you wanna scream = While the others were hanging out around the park or whatever it was Death asked of them, Renji was perched up high on a bridge and watching gleefully as humans made a fuss over a four or five car pile-up that had been caused by a human that was in a drunken rage over being passed up for a sexy young newbie at work.
He'd felt the anger in the man's heart and took advantage of it, thus ending in quite the little bit of chaos on the bridge. He wasn't visible to the humans at the moment, and he liked to take advantage of that whenever possible. It was fun to mess with human's lives, they were a very destructive species.
He felt quite relaxed at the scent of pain, fear, and confusion below him, so he stood and walked calmly to the end of the bridge which would bring him closer to the others in the park. It was about time for him to go back anyway.
He saw a flash of white hair 'fleeing' the crash site and made his way over to the youngest-looking of the bunch. He knew that the crash was partially the boy's doing.
"Yo, Daichi!" He called simply, his voice deep and rough. His flaming red hair was loose and it blew into his face in the wind, he pushed it behind his ears aggressively and stopped beside the white-haired boy who ruled over emotions.+ Scream, Scream, Scream +
Cherishing, those feelings pleasuring
Cover me, unwanted clemency
Scream till there's silence
Scream while there's life left, vanishing
Scream from the pleasure unmask your desire
perishing
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 10:54 am
Jason stole a glance upward, spotting another one of their members. His hand tightened on Wesley's front, and he stared at the other one beside them.
He wasn't a threat... Just yet.
But everyone could be a possible threat, trying to take Death's attention away from him. Jason wouldn't have that. Once he had his leader's attention, he wanted to keep it.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:21 am
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen
so unsure but it seems, ’cause we’ve been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway
I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right
Such a surreal place to see so how did this come to be
Arrived too early= And when I think of all the places I just don't belong = Daichi chuckled as he watched the multi-car pile-up he'd indirectly caused. He was walking away, going to join Death-sama and whoever was with him at the time, when a familiar voice called out to him.
The pale-skinned, white-haired boy turned and flashed a mischievous grin at the fiery red-head. He'd seen the older male watching, the crash just as he himself had been, and knew that the other had 'assisted' in creating the mayhem on the bridge.
"Hallo, Renji-nii" He returned the greeting, a British accent mixed with Japanese honorific's making him sound odd and polite. To be honest, Renji nearly scared him more than death-sama. With Death-sama, he was unlikely to start causing explosions or mass chaos, but Renji was unpredictable.
Malice was Renji's title, and he fit it very well. They all fit their titles well...except him. Daichi was a bit too cheerful and playful. Even though they were still emotions, they weren't in fitting with the title of 'Sadness'. He was really different from how you'd picture him. He was a brat, and an annoying one at that.
He usually called the others 'nii', or 'san'.. or in death's case 'sama'. Though sometimes he was less respectful and just used annoying nicknames (never to death though.. unless he felt particularly annoyed/unfriendly).+ I've come to grips with life and realize this is going too far + Gave me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye
Please understand I have to leave and carry on my own life
I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here
Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you
This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might
take me back inside when the time is right
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