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 Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 10:05 pm
Welcome, to the long awaited for DTAAY role playing thread. There will be a plot to follow, but first come the rules and information.
It's don't anything like me being a nazi about this, but there are some things I want to go over before this starts up.
Firstly; This is a literate RP. I don't care over much if your grammar is terribly, but please don't use netspeak or any of the overly common net failings. I don't really have too big a problem with these, but I find it devaluates the RP experience and makes it seem less 'real', for lack of a better word.
Secondly, no godmodding. I don't think anyone can shoot lazer beams out of their vampire samurai ninja 12th level eyes and nail a bug to the wall 100meters away then magically save the princess. It's not happening people.
Thirdly have fun! That's the whole point of this. ^_^ heart
As far as your characters please PM the information on them and their personalities/background. After reading the story/background data.
Pictures are welcomed too! ^_^
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 10:07 pm
The Story:
As man extended out beyond his human domain, the Earth, he came in contact with numerous other species. Not all of these were friendly...
In order to pacify the worlds; and create a sort of middle world where all could coexist, the trade planent, T'Mar was colonized. The Trade world is run by Reign, the powerful governing company which has its fingers on every piece of the pie in the galaxies.
They are also infamous for the destuction of the mother planent of the humans, Earth. Although there has never been any proof of the matter, it is taken as common knowledge. The only survivors of the destruction were the few hundred humans on T'Mar and those serving as ambasadors for other planets.
T'Mar itself is not a calm, peaceful planet. The only inhabited part of it is the main area, also known as "The Dome". The Dome serves as T'Mar's major and only city. As well as the trade center of all the galaxies.
No matter what it is you want for it can be found on T'Mar... for a price.
The Uppers, the wealthy part of the city is filled with pristine structures of marble architechture leaning toward a grecian fell. The marbles vary in color and exact style as do their inhabitants. Merry making and parties are always ocurring in the streets, as artists, artisans, and the enormously wealthy bougoise frolic under the careful Trade.
Below the uppers in the Middle, an area not rich nor poor. The gates to the uppers are guarded heavily. So it is difficult for one from the Middles to venture into there without a pass-card. The Middles are in appearence, every market from the Earth and thousands more to be imagined.
Most of the merchants live above their stores, or behind their carts in tall, sand-stone colored buildings reminiscent of arabia and Alladen. Looking from one side of the street to the other in the Middles one may see anything from; the rare green poisoness butterflys to a roast chicken. Everything is sold.
The real dealings of the city, the dark ones are done in the Lowers, or the Dump as it's more commonly called. The sly and insidious lurk here, willing to do anything for a buck. And sellings things, or persons that were long outlawed by the Trade. It is the thing that lurks in the dark waiting to snatch you.
T'Mar is not without it's own disease nor disorder. Riots are common in the streets with the opposition of the Trade's dominance by the Rebel faction.
An odd disease also lurks in the city. One which turms young women and the very occaisional male in a creature of neither life nor death. No one knows the cause and it strikes randomly. What the human tongue calls a zombie, in fact common speach as adopted this term for its own. These women are shunned and often killed, for fear of spreading the zombification. They run the lowers to hide in fear for the rest of their lives, supposedly.
And this is the world upon which you find yourself.... Dare to enter?
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 10:08 pm
Characters:
Turranent - Turiko
Anantacaritra (Tentacles) - Kuruma
Tru- Trudistance
Hatakana Klaudia Ledbrow- Hana
Mire l'Cour- Briar
Dyre- Brenji
Jazz- Lazarous
Esmeraude LaTour - Kimikorne
Klelin - Shiny
Celeste - Shaily
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 1:36 pm
By the brilliant thought of Dukkie, we're goign to set this up a little more.
There are going to be seperate threads for both character profiles, and world related news and terms.
Then once everyone gets their characters in, the gaming shall begin.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 1:14 pm
Seeing as everyone that I knew of that wanted to play has their character descritions in, we can now let the RPing begin soon. I just want to get in contact with everyone and start on a date and possibly get some drawigns of the world up. ^_^
As a little ground rule to keep us all from getting confused with all these players we're going to use a system that will detail where in T'Mar you are. If this fails to work, or is too confusing, the three sections will each have a thread of their own. Let's give this a shot first though.
Lowers- brown text
Middles- Black text
Uppers- Indigo text
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We're ready to start! I'm currently sending out PMs to all. As soo as you receive them you can go and ahead and start playing. I'm woking on some maps and city-scapes. So those will be up by the week's end.
Enjoy!
.......................................................
Rping starts at this point. domokun
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 7:28 am
It was in a musky dank little bar in the bottom of section seven that she could be found that morning. A large crimson glass of some form of alchohol sat in front of her upon a rickety old wooden table. It was the kind that was rarely seen these days, looking like it had come right out of an eighteenth century pirate novel.
By looking at the slight figure in the corner no one could tell what it was, much less that it was female. The petite form was covered by a heavy midnight blue cloak and the hands that reached for the drink were completely enshrouded in bandages. This was what would be seen if anyone bothered to take notice, but stranger things were commmon on the Trade world of T'Mar and such a small thing was easily over looked. Even if it was rather odd to be drinking in the morning.
She sat there and simply drank her drink. Drank it like it was milk, and it did not even phase her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 7:32 am
(( Yes! Starting time!))
Hatakana Klaudia Ledbrow, or as she was more affectionately known by well... everyone, Hatty, eyed herself in the mirror.
In the dim light of this room her dark skin made her look like a shadow. She grinned. Hatty had long given up on being insecure and vain. Nope. That wasn't what life was really about.
No, life is all about...
She frowned, loosing her train of thought. Turning from the grand Silver mirror she wandered out of the bathroom of her house.
Her house was beautiful. More then beautiful. It was also often over-run with visitors and buisness partners. Hatty made her killing and trading.
Life is all about riches; she decided.
When you have money nobody cares how you act or how you look. With a confident stride she went to the door of the house and flung the doors open, taking in the air of a T'mar morning.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 11:08 am
Naaataa, croaked the big Holy-Eebis-bird. A teapot, glasses, plates. that stuff they call china. Mirrors.
He was standing in the hall, weighing a heavy nightcloak and a lighter, flashier spring one in his hands, as the echo repeating his name over and over finally bounced into the ball room and died out.
A new pair of gloves, he listed silently, noticing that the leather was giving up around his knucles. Again, but it was a small nuisance. Or was it really...?
Naaataarrrhk, the bird demanded, driving its long beak meaningfully through the feathers under the big white wing. Fine bones. He would search the marketplaces of the upper first, and then go down, again. Get someone to carry his stuff for him, if he could af... I shall not affiliate myself with such...creatures. He smiled.
The hall was pleasantly blueish-gray now. With the windows really shut. That light had nowhere to crawl in from.
He congratulated himself first, but almost shrieked, with a cold shiver running through him, as he opened the door having finally donned the lighter garment. The light was almost painful now, after the shade of his sanctuary. It hadn't been such a good idea after all.
Naa-taa-taa went the Eebis bird as he started walking down the worn street. It would probably have appreciated the day-colors more.
But he was already walking fast, smiling. The traders were waiting. He would get used to the hardness of the pavement today, he would.
And tomorrow, he had decided, he would get used to the people giving way to him, repelled by the aura of cold, moist air hanging about him, not to even mention the tentacles trailing behind him, sensitive enough to make him hear every hushed opinion they shared.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 11:47 am
Hatty smiled politely at a man she didn't know hanging around in her marble hallway.
He was commenting on how lovely her home was, but she didn't care much for his conversation. She simply nodded politely and added a 'thankyou' here and there. Her manners soon became strained as he went on, explaining who he was and to her he was nobody of importance.
Nodding to him and abruptly wandering on while he was mid-sentance she hurried out of her open doors. She left them open, and she often left her house open. She had 'servants' ( not that they really where... more volunteers) to look after her things and no need to worry about theft or strange folk hiding in there.
She'd probably just invite them in for tea and work out who she could sell them too.
Which reminded her of the buisness in hand. She was to see one of her main trading subjects today. An old gentleman who dealt in fine jewellery. He was sweet but nearly blind. She was rather fond of ripping him off. She didn't need to, she simply liked to.
Her long Antu-ganarian legs allowed her to happily walk along the street with some speed. Amongst the people she stood out. She was sure she was the only Antu-ganarian here and she continued to get strange looks from the passers by. Not that it bothered her, she could probably buy everything they owned. Twice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 1:00 pm
Despite the early hour the Lowers were a confused gathering of people, running, standing or sitting around, a boiling pot of color, smells and sound. Most were dressed in the confusing way that was typical for the Lowers youth - trying to look "cool" or "stylish" but having to do so with only a handful of credits. Clothes in bright colors that either swathed or displayed the wearers, with multitudes of accessories. Hairstyles and colors varied as violently as the clothes, sometimes meeting at one place in a confused mess of a rainbow. It was amazing how lavish even poor people could seem when they all wanted to be seen.
Some of the older generation walked around in the throng as well, dressed more moderatly in browns and grays - not exactly interesting, but extremely durable.
Despite being of the younger generation Jazz was dressed more or less like the older people - but then he spent more time working and less time mooching on parents or robbing people. He tugged at the collar of his somewhat chafing shirt and strode on through the mob until he reached an empty alley where he breathed a sigh of relief before heading deeper into it.
Despite being big enough to have people step aside when he was stepping through (well, either that or they took the oil smeared on his face for war-paint), he didn't like masses of people. He wondered briefly what had posessed him to believe that cutting straight through the center of Section 7 would spare him time.
As took a couple of steps up a mountain of boxes and vaulting over a rickety fence to move onto another alley he considered the possibilities of avoiding the next three main streets he would have to cross. He had long since grown too big to get through the underground sewers in the area, and he doubted he could get away with climbing the powerlines above in broad daylight.
Once people had gotten to where they should be going the amount of people should probably be reduced. Of course, then there was still the off chance of being subjected to the "fun" of Uppers down to enjoy themselves - or at least watch their bodyguards enjoy themselves. Still, that was a chance he would take rather than having to wade neck-deep in pink polyester.
Recounting the things he had intended to get today - it being his free day off - to himself he veered off and down another alley until he emerged on a far quieter street. Some distance away an old man was sweeping the street in front of a small shop and even further away the denizens of a brothel were emerging to walk around while there were no clients.
Jazz, however, headed straight across the street and ducked into a dingy little bar that was still/already open.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 1:23 pm
Looking away from her drink, Mire raised her raised her eyes long enough to see the man enter. He looked vaguely familiar to her. But such things as acquaintences had long since ceased to be of any importance to her.
Sipping her the dregs of her crimson drink she looked at it disappointedly.
I'll have to remember not to order that again. It ws pathetically mild.
I'll get some of the draconion mead when I leave.
Her pale eyes scanned the room once again watching all the foolish go about their habits in the dim room. She debated leaving but there wasn't much reason to go anywhere yet, her men would still be asleep after last night's raid.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 2:24 pm
The door slowly cracked open in on one of the larger homes in the Lowers. Out of the slightly illumintated doorway came a young-looking girl. Her wavy hair was slightly messed up, but other than that she looked more like a Middle class girl than a lower. She pulled her black skirt down lower on her hips and with a quick look around heading toward one of the taverns.
Celeste had just been out on the job and was quite ready for a drink. As she walked she pulled a large wad of bills from a hidden pocket in her skirt. She started counting the bills but then as soon as she got to the tavern door she put them back in her pocket, mostly in fear of thieves, but also so people wouldn't give her strange looks, although most of them did already.
She slipped onto a bar stool and looked around for a barmaid.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 5:10 pm
A small shot was placed beside Celeste and she looked up at the barmaid who had sat it beside her.
"But I didn't.." Celeste started, but the barmaid cut her off.
"From that guy," The woman said pointing to a corner.
Celeste sighed. She was tired and didn't want to go out twice in one night. Beside she had to eat. She may have been a whore, but she had priorities. None the less, amused she gazed to the corner.
T
he guy in the corner gave her a slight smile as to say, 'Come here,' but Celeste ignored him and ordered herself an ale. The man had been pretty old, as was the man from the job she had just done. Older men always intimidated her and she prefered to stay away from them. She was actually quite picky with the people she served.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 5:13 pm
My vision was blurry, but there was something there. Something familiar. Something that I've come across before, I was sure of it. Something ... Something that made me uneasy. Something dark.
My hands ... my pale and often cold hands were warm, painted in scarlet. The putrid smell of blood was in the air. My hair was sprawled on the floor, damp and viscous, weighing me down. And I didn't understand. I didn't understand why everything was red. Why there were screams ringing through my ears. And why my mother was lying besides me, motionless, in a puddle of red.
There were people ... moving closer ... People with soiled, heavy boots. Moving closer. Walking through the puddle. Sullying my mother's blood. Each and every splash of blood ...
H-How ... How could they do that?
And my vision became blurry again, as water formed in my eyes ... tears streaming down my face ... and the screams ran through my ears again.
A placid morning day begins. My vision is hazy as I gently rub my eyes and fumble around in bed for a while. Damn, incessant light. It always creeps past the curtains in the morning. I pull the pallid-colored sheets over my head to no avail. The light still manages to seep through. It makes me wonder why I chose to stay at Auntie Misha's for so long.
Misha is actually my mother's cousin, but I've gotten into the habit of calling her my aunt. She might as well be since she was always so close to my mother growing up. But Misha chooses to reside in the middle level of T'Mar. She claims that there's too much corruption in the lower level and too much politics in the higher levels, which might as well be true, though it goes both ways. Her place, though it does lack the luxuries of the palace grounds, is cozy and is more like home than home itself.
The aromatic smell of Misha's cooking manages to make its way into my room. Misha will surely come up and knock down my door if I'm not downstairs soon.
I pull the sheets off and sit in bed for a short while, still slightly groggy, and look outside my window.
So early in the morning and already there are people setting up shop. Vagabonds are making their way through this small part of town. Children who ought to be helping their elders are in the streets playing. This is the middle level of T'Mar.
"Dyreeeee!!!!!" Misha was calling.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 5:28 pm
The door swung open quickly as an odd looking girl entered the bar..she wasn't here for a drink, she was here for fun. Maybe stir up the locals. She stayed near the entrance eating a small blue fruit.
A small grin cracked across the young girls thin lips as she began to walk through to find a seat. Loud thuds were made by her coal boots. Black and white strands of hair slid into the view of her opts as she found a seat and took her place, back to the bar, checking out the view.
She spit out a fairly large seed toward the ground and coughed, catching sight of the locals made her 'giddy', she found a need to make chaos in these times of plague, mourning, and hate.
A long sigh escaped her thin lips as she took notice to the others seated at the bar.
She giggled quietly and tapped the bar, pointing down to a certain red 'poison', as she had liked to speak of it as. Sitting there and staring at the liquid she smiled menacingly and turned back to the tables where others were seated and looked around with her able eye.
A troubling flicker grew in her saphire opt as she took one last look around.
As her eyes lost the usual glow faded she sighed as a wave of boredom overcame her.
Things are so boring and lousy around here lately..all of the rough guys had gone done by her hand...everyone was dead or in the pin.
She stood with a flick of the tail and sniffed around, leaving the drink on the bar as she wandered through the people....
She looked around and caught a glance of the old pervert looking over the young woman at the bar and approached him from behind, leaning down so the her head was next to his and she was looking over his shoulder.
As he turned his head she grinned madly and turned hers...and spoke tauntingly. Boo!
(sheesh...couldn't think of a thing!)
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