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 Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:34 pm
The ✦ Gray
The Gray land is where they go, those lonely souls
Those who have been lost forever
Taken away
By it
XXXXXXXXXX. ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . » ✦ Once when you were very very young, your mother would tell you that the Nighteater, a beast once said to devour worlds whole, would get children who were bad. Now, many years later, your mother may be gone, she may still be around, but she will never tell you about the Nighteater any more. You're just too old for that nonsense. Recently, there have been a rash of. . . let us say ''murders''. The victim, who may or may not be chosen totally randomly, are always sleeping. It starts with the brand, a mark of the Gray lands, then soon the victim falls into a week-long coma, before finally dying at exactly 11:45 p.m. from a slit throat. The Nighteater pulls them through the tears in the dimensions, and into the Gray lands. You, and the others who have been pulled through the creaks are determined to eliminate the Nighteater, and all of the other deadly creatures in the Gray.
The first two sets of people failed to kill the Nighteater. The first set got close. The second. . . They didn't have a chance. So now, once more, over ninety years after the first murders, the Nighteater has started to pull innocent souls through the tears in the dimensions once more. It started with a single woman, alone in the world. Then, exactly ten years later, the others were killed. They could be anybody; teenage lovers, suicidal office workers. No one is safe from the Nighteater. « . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . XXXXXXXXXX
There is no escape from the Grey lands
There is no hope for a future
Live forever in sorrow
No one is coming
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:42 pm
The ✦ Land
Forget your past, and move on forward
The hope of the world is gone
Swept away by the sands
Never to be revived
XXXXXXXXXX. ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . » ✦ You've been pulled into the Gray lands. You wake up with your face in the sand, the small of salt in your nose, and the sound of waves in the distance. Slowly standing, you gather you bearings and look around you. To your left is sand, to your right is more sand, even behind you, is more snow white sand. Only in front of you is something else. Far in the distance is a mountain, only one, and it could be a mirage. Then you look up. Above you, where you know the sky should be, is a city. Or, to be more precise, the ruins of a city. You can see that the vines and trees have taken over, and even see the pools of water that formed in the lower sections. In between you and the city, to further confuse your senses, is a layer of small puffy clouds. « . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . XXXXXXXXXX
The city in the sky, the sand at your feet, the clouds in between
The mountain in the distance, further then you can reach
The sound of waves in the background
The small of salt on your nose
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:24 pm
The ✦ Laws
The rules, the laws you never break
Those rules you live in fear of
They are the bindings of a life
The breaking of a mind
XXXXXXXXXX. ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . » ✦ For you all know my rules by now. Don't godmod, three sentences minimum, no killing without the permission of others, ect ect. BUT! For those of you who don't know my rules, here's a handy list for you!
-For you-
● Do not post if your profile has not been accepted (I will tell you if it is)
● Please make me happy and put some effort into your post. No super bright colors like yellow, or cyan, but something worth looking at.
● At the top of each of your posts, layout or no, a name should be stated. Anything else is optional. Remember I have (albeit mild) short-term memory loss, this helps me remember who is who.
● Anime, please. Normal pictures are just plain creepy.
● No godmodding under any circumstances. Period.
● If you are going to be gone for an extended period of time, tell me. I'm usually lenient. :3 But post when you are on, I don't want a dead thread just because someone decided to ask someone else a question.
● No text speak, save in OOC. This is a literate/semi-literate rp. If you don't know how to spell a word, or use it correctly, then don't.
● Minimum post size- Three well thought out sentences. One-liners are hard to reply to.
● I expect you to be respectful of other's characters. I DO encourage in mindless violence though. It just has to be for a good reason.
● No spontaneous murders of characters, unless it is done with the character's puppet master's permission and mine combined.
● There will be NO trolling in my thread.
● Nothing over PG-16 please >.<
● No cussing like a sailor. If you must do so, then ****** it.
● OOC- is okay, I don't mind just OOC posts, either. Just make it something creative. EX: Out Of Coffee.
● Follow Gaia ToS! (Terms of Service)
● I expect them to be filled out. Thankyouverymuch.
● I expect them to be filled out and meet the requirements that I will put in the Skeleton. They won't be lengthy, but I expect it filled out to the best of your ability.
● Pm me your profile labeled ''Over the rainbow, under the highway''
● Put a ✖ somewhere in your profile so I know you read the rules, please ^__^
● Last, but never least, have a damn good time.
« . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . XXXXXXXXXX
Why can't you hear that sound in the distance?
The sound of rain falling from the sky
That sound of new life forming
The sound of our freedom
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:29 pm
The ✦ People
Together we stand stronger than a mountain
Mightier than an ocean of angry waves
Together we are an army of many
And we fight for our future
XXXXXXXXXX. ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . »
((I will decide what position you are))
● The leader. . . .
The leader is the one who takes control when times are bad. You may not want to, but it is instinct. You are not the brains, you are not the brawn, but you are the one that holds the group together. Everyone either looks up to you or despises you, even if you don't want them to.
● The brains. . . .
The brains is the smart one. You are the tactician. Also, you are probably the mage as well, relying heavily on offensive magics to do your attacking for you (That's a 'probably'). You are the second in command, and not to be messed with. You are constantly planning ahead, and always have a trick or two up your sleeve. You would never be left behind, unless you convince the group it's for the good.
● The hunter. . . .
The hunter is the stealthy one. You are quiet and not always seen, and you use mostly magics and long-range weapons (with the exception of the occasional knife or short sword). You are the one who works best with the warrior, at least in fighting terms. The Gray land's beasts are no match for you. You are relied heavily upon to get food and water, and are vitally important. You would never be left behind, even if you wanted to be.
● The warrior. . . .
The warrior is the brawn. You are not the smartest, as that is not your job, but you do get by. Instead, you do most of the fighting for the group. You are by far the strongest (or at least the strongest willing to get their hands dirty) and take pride in that. You are very important to the group, but you are likely to still be fighting when the group escapes.
● The traitor. . . .
The traitor is the one who goes to the other side. You are not important in the group, as you really had little to no use. You know poisons and antidotes, and you're one of the most tricky people in the group. You are the first to be dropped when times are bad.
● The cleric. . . .
The cleric is the healer. You are the most important of the group, second only to the leader. You know both healing magics and herbs, and you're the first one they go to when so-and-so gets a mysterious rash. You are seen as the third in command.
● The veteran. . . .
The veteran is the one who was here before anyone else. You know the land, and the beasts that roam it. You are a useful asset, but you are also one of the first to be ditched when times are bad.
Striked positions have been taken.
Profiles not shown are usually villains. Some are not, though. « . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . XXXXXXXXXX
You're not all alone anymore
Not by yourself anymore
We're together now
Forever more
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:37 pm
The ✦ Profile
Who we are is how we live
What are decisions are
Who we effect
They ripple
Ripple
XXXXXXXXXX. ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . »
-Pic goes here-
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BTW, skills are anything from mixing potions to drawing in the mud. Personality and history must be filled in paragraph format. PLEASE USE PROPER CAPITALIZATION AND PUNCTUATION!
« . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . XXXXXXXXXX
Throughout our lives this ripple flows, changing everything in it's path
Effecting our future selves in ways we never imagined
Leading us to even more decisions
That make more ripples
Ripple
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:51 pm
The ✦ Lives
The lives we live, are the happy days of the gray
Happy days, in many many strange ways
For we have strength in numbers
And live not alone
XXXXXXXXXX. ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . » ✦ All of our happy Gray land residents~
-Only the profile of the leading group is going to be displayed ✦ Faris ✦ [ Female ] [ Human(ish) ] [ Twenty-something ] [ 6/19 ]
The first to be pulled into the Gray, long before any others had been. Anything before that isn't really important. Not like anything interesting happened, anyway. Just some mommy issues and a pending homicide case. ANYWAY! After being pulled into the Gray, she spent most of her time learning how to fight the monsters there and find food. She knows what's edible, and where/how you can find water. Once, Feris had a bad run-in with a Wov, giving her a nasty set of claw-mark scars down her back. Not that anyone ever gets close enough to her to actually see her back.
She's tough. Feris is always serious, and will rarely laugh or smile. She can, and will, kick your a** if you mess with her. In a sense, Feris is nice, but not sickeningly-sweet nice. Very loyal to those who are loyal back. She is very overprotective of what's hers, though the exact definition of what's hers is still a mystery. It's best not to get on her bad side, and if you ever do, then you better avoid her like your life depends on it, because it probably does.
Weapons/Armor✦ My only friend. Desert Eagle- sword✦ Thorns in my side. . . Throwing knives and darts (darts may or may not be poisoned)
Skills/Magic
✦ A little magic I know about. . Sand magic. ✦ Something you better avoid. Hand to hand combat. ✦ Er. . . . Cooking. ✦ The sword and the shield. Her left arm can form a shield, and her right arm can form various weapons depending on whatever material is around her at the time.
Loves/Likes
● Delicious. Spicy foods.
● Sometimes. . . Surprises
● Well, if you insist. Singing.
Hates/Dislikes
● Please don't. . . Tease her.
● Tch. Give her things.
● Ugh. . . Cold food.
 ✦ Melline Ivory ✦[ Female ] [ Elf ] [ 18 ] [ 11/27 ]
Melline was the daughter of king Faroke, of the elven land of Valia. She is an easy tempered, shy and sweet girl. Although she is the princess of her land, she does not let this get to her head.
Melline has always been the sweetest girl around and nothing angers her easily.
Her grandmother passed down to her a story about an elf man long ago, being pulled into the abyss of the Gray lands. He was never able to escape. She believed her grandmother whole heartily; This story gave the young princess quite a fright. The mark of a butterfly appearing on her chest weeks before being pulled into the Gray lands? Things were going to change for the princess forever. ...
Who knew that the princess herself would also be pulled into the Land of Gray.
Weapons/Armor ✦ A magical staff ✦ Book of spells
Skills/Magic ✦ Earth Magic, Healing Magic, Defense Magic, Support Magic. ✦ Cooking/Sewing. Singing. Playing the flute.
Loves/Likes ● Sweet foods ● Kind People ● Singing & Playing the flute ● Light Rain ● Sunny/Cloudy Days ● Nature
Hates/Dislikes ● Harsh/Cold People ● Scary things ● Being Cold ● Fighting  ✦ Lawrence Rein ✦ [ Male ] [ Shade ] [19 ] [ 10/31 ]
Lawrence being raised by a single father who tended to be a bit on the upset side always avoided his son except when he fed him, other than that Lawrence had been left alone his entire life. He was raised in the dark and do to this he ended up in many conflicts with those of the day or others of the night, Losing his right eye in combat which a dagger had pulled it straight out of his socket. His father not caring much had later left him at 12 where he began to care for himself. He began to steal foods from others to survive, and got into a lot of conflicts. The boy knows how to fight, but not how to get along very well with knew people. but those he had already met he has a loyalty that's unbreaking. he distastes annoyance greatly in any form, but has a tolerance for some more than others. he is kind hearted, but fierce when he is set wrong.
Weapons/Armor
✦ twin daggers, a claymore, and a hidden blade under his foot ✦ a black cloak over one side of his body, wears black metal boots, chest plate, helmet, and gloves with cotton clothes under it (also black)
Skills/Magic
✦ heavy attacks with claymore, without it fast speeds with fists and hard kicks✦ "iron curtain" causing his skin to toughen like stone (contracting muscles)
Loves/Likes
●Food●The Dark●Thinking
Hates/Dislikes
●Loud Noises●Dawn●The heat ✦ Alric Nielsen ✦[ Male ] [Half-Elf] [ 20-something] [5/17]
Alric has always been a bit of an arrogant half-elf. Though this may have to with losing his parents when he was very young. His father was a high-elf of great standing, but much better at martial fighting. His mother was a human sorceress. However an attack on his the Elven city of his homeland had left him without parents. Shipped off to an academy they soon found out his affinity for magic, particularly those involving the destructive magic of fire.
He also seemed to have this natural charm, though it wasn’t always perfect. A great talker and thinks himself very good at wooing women, sometimes biting off more than he can chew. He find himself to be a good but not exactly serious friend, which is why people sometimes have issues with him. However when situations are their toughest he will get serious as well.
Weapons/Armor ✦A reddish robe (actually overs very little resistance) ✦a wooden staff with a red stone attached
Skills/Magic ✦Natural charm ✦Fire magic, with some ability over lightning
Loves/Likes ●Exploring ●Attractive woman ●Making friends
Hates/Dislikes ●Being humiliated ●People without a sense of humor ●Anti-social people « . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . XXXXXXXXXX
We live in freedom, our many lives.
We, the people of the gray land
The sole lives in the gray land
We rule in our own world
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 9:05 pm
The ✦ Opening
Cut the ribbon for the future, and accept people into your life
Everyone will be happy eventually if you do
If everyone does just that
XXXXXXXXXX. ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . » ✦ In the hopes of attracting some people (well, it worked before) we're. . . OPEN! « . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . ● . XXXXXXXXXX
Look around, not ahead or behind
Live in the present life
Not in the past world
Not in the future
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 9:24 pm
Faris There are those who prefer to be alone. . . And they are fine with living like that. But none can bear true solitude.
✗ Faris muttered the spell under her breath, parting the sands like Moses parted the Red Sea. What lay beneath the sands this time? A relic from the world of Earth, perhaps? Or maybe something from her home of Tarsin? Maybe another world, one she hadn't discovered yet? It was very likely. Peering into the hole, Faris, at first, saw nothing. She was about to give up when something caught the light and reflected it straight back into her eye. It was small, a vial of sorts, topped with a blue stone. There was a thin loop of wire around the stone, and a thin silver chain as threaded through the loop, making it into a necklace. Faris sighed, reaching down into the hole and scoping out the necklace. Well, it wasn't anything useful that she knew of, but it may come in handy later on in life. She slipped the necklace over her head, hiding the pendant under her cloak. Her arms were wrapped in bandages, concealing her mark. Hidden at her waist, under the layers of cloak and shirt, was Desert Eagle, her sword, and her throwing knives. Once more she muttered the spell, filling the hole with sand. Faris turned her head in the direction on the mountain, the direction she had labelled north. That wasn't her goal, not yet. It was the sea. Faris knew it was there. Days may have melded together, and she may have lost all sense of time in this world of never ending sunlight, but Faris knew that she was getting closer. The city in the sky had much more water then usual, and the smell of salt was much stronger. The crash of waves in the distance? That, too, was growing louder. She grinned, shouldering a brown satchel. Yes, this never changing would may actually have an end. That was something Faris wanted to see more then anything.
✗ During her stay in the Grey, Faris decided to draw a map of what she perceived the world to be. It was, by all standards, fairly accurate. She had drawn the world as a disc, with the mountain at the center. There was a large, a very large, amount of space in between the mountain and the edge of the sea, which encircled the round continent, and spilled over the edge of the world. That was something Faris wanted to see. The edge of the world. What possibilities lay there. How fascinating a place it must be. What wonders lay beyond the edge of a world between worlds? Anything was possible.
✦ ☀ ✦
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 2:54 pm
Melline Ivory   The moist feel of the grass under the princess's feet felt quite nice. The young princess sat atop a tree stump in the flower meadow, trying to relieve herself. Although the princess does her duty quite persistently, there are just those days where she needed to get away. The duty of a princess is never an easy one; The princess often had to deal with things such as economical and political issues. Letting out a heavy sigh, the princess stared at her staff. Raising it in the air, a faint green glow could be seen. The flowers in the meadow seemed to dance with life, as the young elven princess raised the staff. A small smile played on her face, as she gave her staff another swish.
With the swish every flower grew larger, and more flowers appeared. Her earth magic was getting much finer. Quirking her lip to the side, she set her staff down. Something inside of her was stirring, a yearning for something other than her daily living. Another soft sigh could be heard from the princess as she looked up at the clear blue sky. A small pout threatened to appear upon her face as her stream of conscious remained on that feeling of longing.
“The sky is so cloudless... too clear...” The princess said, a long sigh following after.
Adverting her eyes back to the meadow, a small blue light could be seen in the distance. As it came into view, it took form of a butterfly. Squinting her eyes, she could see it clearly now; the butterfly. A small blue butterfly was now right in front of her, an urge to reach out and touch it came over her. Before she could take any action though, the butterfly hovered above her and landed inches above her chest. Her eyes widened, as she felt a sudden pain strike her. Reaching up instinctively she tried to brush it aside...
Gasping, the young princess fainted. Whiteness... all she saw was a mass of white.
The princess's body lay there atop the flowers, they appeared to engulf her. Minutes later, another gasp could be heard and she jolted up straight, awakening. Staring down, a tattoo mark of sorts was now on her chest, a butterfly.
The princess immediately grabbed her staff and ran towards her village.
…...... |time gap| …....
Days passed... She did not want to worry anyone, so the princess did not speak of what had occured. A bad habit of the princess, she keeps things in, not wanting to bother anyone. Something inside of her wanted to figure out what had occurred though, so curiosity brought her back to the meadow.
She was in shock to see a portal in front of her. Curiosity got the best of her, and she stepped in.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:20 pm
The man stood over a hill, his claymore over his shoulder; The man had be walking for days after his abandonment of large civilization, as he stared down it, watching travelers pass by the path below which led to a near by village, not far from the village was a growing forest. He slowly walked down the hill as he placed the claymore onto the grips on his armor which held it in place. The man was quiet as he stayed distant from the path heading to the village. His armor clung against one another; closing watching the area around him. His stomach made a loud growl to which he immediately hit his own chest and coughed and began to reach into his pouch retrieving some small rations as he pressed it through his helmet to where it easily absorbed through filling his stomach. He stopped to rest against a large and thick tree to where he knelt down placing his large metal back on the hard trunk. He rested his eyes a while..
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:30 pm
(so..whos turn is it now to take a post? or should i try to gather up the pieces to help start?)
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:12 pm
OOC:
The next post goes to whomever decides to post next. That may be the guy behind the profile I'm about to put up, or it may be one of us.
So, do whatever ya'lls want. I'll be lenient as to whatever kind of rule infractions any of you may come up with in desperate scenarios.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 2:44 am
Melline's eyes fluttered opened and adjusted themselves to this new dim land. Finally awakening, she took a grip of the sand beneath her.
She was no longer home. Instantly, she jolted up and walked around. She felt the sudden urge to panic, but trying to remain calm, she did otherwise. The princess gripped her staff tightly, and with a large breath of air, she stepped forward.
She needed to find someone, she just had to. Wincing her eyes, she stared into the distance, her elf ears drooping down. A small pout formed on her face as she continued forward. No one.
That wasn't new though... No one. The princess often felt alone, the feeling wasn't new. Looking up at the sky, she noticed a small.. floating city?! Gasping, she looked around again to see if she could find anyone.
That was when she spotted a tall man figure. Running towards him, she could see a soldier of sorts take form. "Sir!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:22 pm
The man opened his eyes as he saw a women running his direction, he quickly drew his claymore aiming it. "come no further, who are you and what is it you want of me?" he said as his eyes examining her. his blade was long and sharp, it had the design of a fox with nine tails surrounded by fire as the hilt and guard of it formed a snake with two heads looking opposite ways. "what ever it is make it quick for i do not have patients for your kind" he begins to sound irritated. his armor makes a small silver shine against his silver and black armor, his cape flapping on his back slightly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:20 pm
Melline Ivory Melline watched the man draw his sword and instantly froze. Wincing, she shook her head.
"N-no! I don't mean you any harm sir."
Biting her lip nervously, she opened and eye and stared at him. He was very large, and built compared to her. Taking a huge breath of air, she took a step back.
"I-I am just lost... and wish to know where I am is all..."
She cautiously held her staff close, in case the man before her decided to attack.
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