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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:24 pm
The Story  It is the year 2310. Artificial life has blossomed and new experiments show that the new technology isn't limited to pets and temporary parts. Scientists have found a way to create new life in doll-like forms. The world is in an up roar, some seek to destroy the new life forms while others struggle to gain the puppets rights as beings.
Many debate questionable facts: do these dolls have feelings? Can they fall in love? Can they have children? Can they feel pain? Will they take over normal-people's lives and occupations?
Some have taken these debates to the extreme. Convoys of humans scavange the world, collecting these dolls and destroying them in arenas in front of large audiences as a form of entertainment. No mercy is shown.
The dolls live in fear, struggling to blend in as much as possible to avoid the fate so many have faced.I thank photobucket and A.I. for the idea for this RP
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:31 pm
Rules
1. Obey the guild's rules
2. I reserve the right to add or change rules
3. I reserve the right to delete or edit posts if they break any of the ruels
4. Leave OOC drama out of this RP. If you have a problem with someone, confront them through PMs and if it gets out of hand please inform me and I will take action as I see fit.
5. Romance is encouraged but not required.
6. Please keep in mind that not everyone online is as mature as others and can be scared but certain events. If you have any nakey scenes, take them to the PMs and simply put some sort of ~scene skip~
8. title your PMs with a line from Mad World. If you don't know it google the lyrics.
9. Please don't ignore other people
10. stamp the bottom of your PM with the number that was skipped
11. NO ONE LINERS. NO GODMODDING. NO PERFECT CHARACTERS, even though they're dolls >.> <.<
11. don't make me angry with stupid s**t, cussing is allowed but should someone have a filter on and every other word seen to them is **** then you have a problem and your post will be removed.
12. Please limit the fluff in your posts. I realize that sometimes writer's block really sucks, but try to give people SOMETHING to work from.
13. Also stamp your PM with the number that was repeated.
14. Read the rules carefully. I will be able to tell if you didn't read them. Because I have super awesome ninjas and pirates that are watching my back for me.
15. Submit your character profiles to me via PM. once they have been accepted, I will add them to the characters lists. biggrin
16. Do not post until you are accepted. If you do I will delete your post and possibly deny your character
17. No super huge words or pictures and posting colors should not be difficult to read.
18. If you can't remember what page your last post was on, you've probably been gone too long.
19. . . . just cuz I need to end on an even number. . .
20. have fun!
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:34 pm
Character skellies these should be unique and as detailed as possible. Please write in first person to go with the flow of the skellie. biggrin Pictures should not be gigantic and PLEASE don't use the same picture that someone else has.
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[img] Pic URL here[/img]
[size=18][color=COLORTWO] Characters full name should go here [/color][/size]
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[color=COLORONE]Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is [/color][color=COLORTWO][b] CHARACTERS NAME or Nickname[/b].[/color][color=COLORONE] I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested:[/color]
[color=colorthree][b]Name:[/b] [full name goes here]
[b]age:[/b] this one's obvious
[b]race:[/b] doll, human, puppet, poppet, I'm pretty open-minded about the races
[b]Occupation:[/b] How do you make a living?
[b]Height:[/b] well there's another obvious one
[b]Distinguishing marks:[/b] Tattoos, scars, etc. . .
[b]Other:[/b] Anything else you'd like to add.[/color]
[color=colorone]You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the [/color][color=colortwo] [[what side are you on? Pro-Doll or Anti-Doll]][/color] [color=colorone]I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. [/color] [color=colortwo] [BIO. Be as detailed as possible. :D]][/color] [color=colorone] That's my story. . . what's yours?[/color]
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sample [without blanks filled in cuz I'm lazy right now]: {{btw, you may use the following picture as long as no one else has claimed it.}}   Characters full name should go here  Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is CHARACTERS NAME or Nickname. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested: Name: [full name goes here]
age: this one's obvious
race: doll, human, puppet, poppet, I'm pretty open-minded about the races
Occupation: How do you make a living?
Height: well there's another obvious one
Distinguishing marks: Tattoos, scars, etc. . .
Other: Anything else you'd like to add. You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the [[what side are you on? Pro-Doll or Anti-Doll]] I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. [BIO. Be as detailed as possible. biggrin ]] That's my story. . . what's yours?
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:46 pm
 You may have as many characters as you'd like as long as you can balance them. biggrin also, if you've already sent characters in you don't have to worry about the 7-11's
*Also, if I have sent you a PM telling you that you are accepted, you do not have to wait for me to post your profile to post. ^_^ Accepted Characters: Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Damon. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested: Name: Mordred Marduk Damon
age: 124
race: puppet
Occupation: Repairing dolls and fixing people who are dieing
Height: 5’8”
Distinguishing marks: Slot on the back of the neck where the memory was uploaded, hands which were crafted to have all the tools necessary for making and repairing others.
Other: This is Mordred’s fourth body. If his body becomes damaged, he can modify a human one, or use a completely artificial one. He was originally human though. You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the Pro-Doll side. I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. Mordred, Damon is what he is usually called though, started out as one of the humans who first began the dolls. After he started to get old, however, he did not want to die. He crafted himself a new body, one he stole from a boy to use as his own. When he tried to move his mind over however, it failed. The body died.
He made another one, desperate to live forever. This time he succeeded and managed to leave his body before it died. As soon as he could, he began to make a new body, making more and more of it artificial. He took out almost all of the internal organs and replaced the arms with machine ones he made that had all of the tools he wanted in it. They would make it easier for him to work on others.
After he transferred himself to the new body, he began trying to make a completely artificial life. Damon partnered with a crazy old man who was trying the same thing. Eventually, they succeeded. It gave him a plan of his own. He left the man and girl they had created to work on his own endeavors.
Damon made his own completely artificial body. He moved himself over for the last time, so far. He still has is funky arms and makes a business of repairing other people. He modifies himself every so often, only if something a lot better than what he has comes along. His last modification was his memory. He has three slots on the back of his neck. He was running low on space in the original so he managed to put in a new one and switch over to it instead. That's my story. . . what's yours? Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Duska. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested: Name: Duska Sylvie Lorccan
age: 15
race: doll
Occupation: stealing
Height: 5’0”
Distinguishing marks: Pale hair, red eyes, pale skin, and of course all of the robotic add-ons. The most noteworthy are her metal leg, eyes and part of her brain.
Other: She has a limp and she often sees strange things. All of her modifications were done by a drunk amateur. She gets crippling headaches because of it. You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the in between. I want us to have rights, but I don’t want people to end up like me. I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. Duska was kidnapped when she was four. They waited until she was fourteen to begin to perform the surgeries on her though. The decade in between she was kept in a small room underground.
The first surgery began when her captors brought her to a scientist. They had done this with many others to different scientists. Take when they’re young so nobody is looking for them anymore. She was this scientist’s first experiment and he did a terrible job.
Her new eyes see fuzzy images with thing that are not there. She has a limp from the new leg. The replaced part of her brain is the worst though. It gives her crippling headaches sometimes. People tend to think she is crazy. She is also very timid because of what happened to her. That's my story. . . what's yours? Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Cedric Wild. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested: Name: Cedric Wild
age: 17
race: Cyborg
Occupation: Odds and ends. It is mostly stuff that is off the books and of questionable legality.
Height: 5’7”
Distinguishing marks: Robotic eye, replaced arms, replaced right leg, the scar where they replaced most of my internal organs and the scar around where they inserted my plug. Oh, and my tail.
Other: I have to charge every once in a while. There’s a place where I see how much of my battery is left in my robotic eye. I have a portable charger though, no worries. You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the Pro-Doll side. I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. It started when I was born in a dying body. The doctors promised to do everything they could to fix me. I guess they took it to heart. Mine to be precise. Mt heart, lungs and part of my brain were modified. Although, for those changes to help, they needed to modify my spine to help have the machine parts of me register what they were supposed to do more clearly. As I grew, my machines did not. They needed to be replaced and due to an error on the part of one of the doctors, one of my eyes had to be replaced. Things like this continued until I became more machine than person. After I graduated, I was on a plane, flying back to my parent’s mansion. You didn’t think I got all of that being poor did you? Anyways, the plane crashed and most of my remaining internal organs were bleeding or irreparable. Some dolls found me and went to work. Most of the remaining organs were taken out as well as three of my limbs being replaced. With the extra space in my body cavity, I was given a battery to keep all of the machines working. They even grafted a plug into the back of my neck. As a little present, they added a tail. I don’t know why, but I don’t mind. I like it. That's my story. . . what's yours? Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Alcide. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested: Name: Alcide Rose Smith
age: 18
race: doll
Occupation: semstress
Height: 5'5
Distinguishing marks: my joints and a scar across right eye
Other: Despite popular beliefs. . . I have feelings. And as far as I know, I'm the only living being that was created without a human life. . . Am I the only truly artificial being? You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the Pro-Doll side. I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. I was one of the first experiments on artificial human life. My creator was a an old, insane man. But, as I was thankful for his gift of life, I followed him until his dying day. Aging is a concept I cannot quite grasp. . . I never age, I look the same as I did the day I was made. Why do people age so quickly? Why are humans so fraile?
On the thirteenth aniversary of my manufacture date, I was taken by a group of Anti-Doll criminals. They detattached my arms from my torso, and then my legs. It didn't hurt until they started laughing at the way I squirmed around in an attempt to regain my limbs. Thankfully, a woman who was traveling with the barbarians took pitty on me, shooed the beasts away and put me back together.
At 16, while travling with a small group of fellow-dolls, I stumbled upon a plane crash. Terrified, I followed the steps I had read in several books, and searched for survivors. I found one boy who was badly injured, so I took him to the group and we rehabilitated his body as best as we could. I wonder if he's survived all of these years. . .
After many years for frantically running from the Anti-Dolls, I ran into a puppet-man and a young doll boy. They took me into their home, I've lived their every sense, repairing clothing and doing daily house chores. So far it is just three of us, myself and two males, but we are willing to accept other refuges. That's my story. . . what's yours? Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Otto. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested: Name: Otto Von Guericke
age: 15
race: doll
Occupation: Electrician
Height: 5'2
Distinguishing marks: I have no left eye
You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the Pro-Doll side. I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. I came from a rich family, when I was born I had to immediatly be placed on life support due to complications of my mother's pregnancy. When they heard about the experiments of life, they jumped at the chance to save their baby boy. Surprisingly it worked, but it changed me so drastically my parents wanted nothing to do with me. So they left me to the doctor who saved my life. He named me Otto as a joke for himself, I could care less.
After a while, I got fed up with the old man, so I left. I was taken in by a puppet, who had inherited a run-down home. At least it's better than the streets. That's my story. . . what's yours?  Mason Alexander Jefferson Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Mason. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested: Name: Mason Alexander Jefferson
age: 18
race: puppet
Occupation: magic acts on the side of the street
Height: 5'10
Distinguishing marks: I still have my strings, but my master is dead and my body is covered in scars
You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the Pro-Doll Side I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. The last thing I can remember before I was turned into a puppet, was the feeling of falling. I can recall the wind as it rushed past me and the sudden jolt I recieved when I landed. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a lab, with strings attached to my limbs and joints. He was a cruel master, and became bored with me almost as soon as he created me.
However ruthless he was, he did leave me with a house of my own. A place to stay and shelter from the weather and despicable men. That's my story. . . what's yours? Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Jack. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested: Name: Jack
age: 22
race: part cyborg, but no one can tell
Occupation: stealing when I need to
Height: 6'2
Distinguishing marks: several scars across my chest where my arm and a few organs were replaced
Other: I am very secretive about my past, the only people who know about it, besides me, are dead. You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the Anti-doll I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. When I was 13, I was in a terrible accident that required parts of my body to be replaced by machinary. My twin brother, who survived the accident without a scratch, was automatically cherished by my parents as their 'normal' son, and I was pushed away as a freak. At 17 I ran away from home after I set it on fire, killing my parents and brother while they slept.
One day I ran into a scientist, who promised me my life back. Years of struggling with the rusting joints in my artificial limb had sent me into a mentally unstable condition. The scientist took me to his lab and replaced the faux arm with one that moved and looked as normal as my original. He spent years running tests on the limb and how it effected me. I was his master piece. I was his pride.
I lived with the scientist for many years, the hatred of my past burning inside of me like a time bomb, ready to explode. Then, one day, it ignited. I tore through the lab, marked insane by the man, who I promptly killed. After destroying any evidence of my existance, I set off on a journey to kill off any dolls I could. That's my story. . . what's yours? Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Froggy. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested:Name: Froggy Takashi
age: 16
race: puppet
Occupation: getting freebies and helping out at a small coffee shop
Height: 5'2''
Distinguishing marks: the two long scars that run down Froggy's arms and the tattoo of a 'devil trap' on her back are the most distinguishing marks on her body.
Other:it can be hard to see that she is a puppetYou see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the Pro-Doll I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. Froggy had been a puppet for as long as she could remember. Her master never cared much for her and ignored her; he master paid more attention to the dolls. Eventually, she ran away from the master and cut off the strings that were on her body. She had a problem with her arms' strings so she had to carve them out. Her master had tattooed her back, but she never showed it to anyone. A nice woman took her in and raised Froggy as her own in the small apartment above the coffee shop. That's my story. . . what's yours?Hello, and welcome to my world. In case you didn't know, my name is Green. I want the thank you for seeing me today. Here is the information you requested:Name: Green Reuben McDoughnah
age: 15
race: Human
Occupation: Part-time waitress, part-time band director, part-time student, full-time teenager.
Height: 5' 2''
Distinguishing marks: Fairly bright red hair and green eyes.
Other: I don't dress punk or goth. I just like these clothes, 'kay? Oh, and about the attitude... I totally an NOT hiding insecurity! And it's not disrespect! It's how I am! Get over it!You see. . . I didn't think you showed because I'm on the Anti-doll I'm certainly glad you came though, no one else has heard my story. You see, my life has been sort of. . . unique. I'm not exactly the nerdiest kid in the school and I don't mind denying it. So all this stuff about artificial life and dolls and stuff? It's a bit over my head. So long as I can rock out with the guys and keep saving money for a car, I don't really mind what goes on in the rest of the world. I live in my own little corner here and I'm happy that way. Worst thing to happen in my life? Mom making me wear a pink dress. Seriously, I don't have to deal with this sh- this nonsense. So why am I anti-doll?
'Cause they're freaks. Seriously. Humans are the... the whattya call it, the intelligent beings of the freakin' planet. If you aren't human, you don't have a soul. So you can't really be anything like us. Once your memory card gets wiped, you don't exist: no afterlife, no life at all. Nothin'. Just a computer game you can erase without guilt. At least, that's what my parents taught me. And the fact that these... things are stealing our jobs (because they work for less pay, don't get tired as easily, and don't always have to eat) and are now asking for a say in all things affecting US - that bugs me. So, I'll take a stand against them if I can. That's my story. . . what's yours? 
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:57 pm
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:25 pm
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∞╬══→ ϻσɼɖɼϵɖ ϻɑɼɖʯқ ɖɑϻση ←══╬∞
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Damon flipped the switch. Another successful arm created. This one was different though. This one, with any luck, would be part of his second completely artificial life. He, himself, was not even completely artificial. He was once human. This one would be truly successful. It would be perfect. Not defective like his other creation. He would give it memory and a better emotion reading device. It would be exactly like a human, exactly like the body he was in now, only it would have a completely artificial life.
He smiled at the section he had just created and looked around the empty store. His basement had many other parts that he had crafted from scratch and all of them were the very best. Damon was the very best when it came to modifying people. He was a genius and he knew it. That was why he was immortal. Why he had created life. Why he was trying it again.
"The world is filled with
The lives of people who try to define
The lines that find you
Can anyone save you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:33 pm
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Duska tried to make out the phantom images that her terrible artificial eyes saw. She had no luck and only realized after several more minutes that they were just glitches in her eyes. If she ever got any money, she would have herself fixed. She would have no more limp, no more bad eyes, no more headaches. The limp would be the last thing she fixed however.
She walked into the center of the town and looked around. Most people would not give her a second glance. She was just another person who had a messed up body. She wanted to watch the street performers though. They brought her joy and she could watch them for free until she found something she could do to earn her some substantial money.
"But for that they got a pill
If that don't kill you then the side effects will
If we don't kill each other then the side effects will
Cape Town I think we have a problem"
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:04 pm
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play againHas no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello
Carrying an armful of grocheries, Alcide made her way down the street, the same street she had walked down ten minutes ago. Oblvious to her lost condition, she hummed her way around a corner before noticing at young girl with an odd limp. "Hello." She said cheerily, before disappearing around the corner, thinking it was the way home. Another then minutes later she was passing the same girl again. "Hello." She said just a cheerily as the first time, as if this were the first time she'd seen her.
[[blah. yuk post but I am tired XD]]
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping. . .
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:13 pm
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"Hello," Duska replied each time the odd girl passed her. She stared, slightly confused as the girl repeated her same path. As she came around again, Duska asked, "Are you lost?" She wanted to help the girl. One of her eyes was starting to see fuzz again.
"But for that they got a pill
If that don't kill you then the side effects will
If we don't kill each other then the side effects will
Cape Town I think we have a problem"
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:16 pm
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello
"Nope, I'm on my way to the store to get grocheries." She informed her, tilting her head to the side to watch her. "Are you lost? Do you need help finding someone?"
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping. . .
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:19 pm
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"But, you already have groceries in your arms," Duska replied. The same eye went dark. She would have to bang it back to life at some point. Nothing worked like hitting technology to get it to work properly.
"But for that they got a pill
If that don't kill you then the side effects will
If we don't kill each other then the side effects will
Cape Town I think we have a problem"
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:22 pm
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello
"Don't be silly, my friend and I are on our way-" She stopped in midsentence as she looked down and saw the bundle of groceries in each arm. "Oh. . ." She turned to speak with her friend and gasped as she found she had been walking alone. Confused, she looked around and had the horrifying realization that she had no clue where she was. Slowly, she turned back to the girl, her eyes growing water and her expression turning pained. "I don't know where I am. . ."If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping. . .
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