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riku_necrothi Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:55 pm
(It's back! And with new people, we're starting from the begining. Woo!) Background: This rp takes place in approximately 2050. Government scientists have been developing a machine to move between dimentions, but unfortunatly, one of the scientists activated the machine before it was ready. This caused the machine to malfunction, opening rifts all over the planet. Then the machine exploded. Many people were sucked into these dimention rifts, which was connected to a universe inverse to our own. The universe was populated by creatures that are myths in our world (like vampires, werewolves, ghosts, basilisks, wendigos, etc. All mythological creatures.), while humans are nothing more than myths and legends. Big cities did exist, but instead of relying on science, the alternate universe used magic, and science was feared and distrusted. However, the arrival of the humans caused an enormous stir. Some felt the humans should be destroyed, some thought assmiliation was best, and others still felt sympathy for the humans' plight and were willing to try to get them back. However, these sympathizers were few and far between, and lacked the resources to activly help the humans. Current situation: The humans who were sucked into the voids have been left for dead by their own universe. This means they are trapped until they gain enough allies to get a spell or machine able to duplicate the effects of the original dimention machine. One thing complicates this. Humans are currently disliked or ignored by approximately 90% of the creatures of the alternate universe. Fortunately (or unfortunately) more than 50% of the 90% believe that the humans should be assimilated into their society. This assimilation would involve the human being morphed, with or without their permission, into a denizen of the universe. Some of the humans already have begun to assimilate naturally, but most have not. Player characters start as normal humans. The story starts during or after the rifts open, and continues from there. Characters must be fairly realistic, but I will be moderatly leniant with stretching the definition of "realistic". Remember, none of the people pulled into Mythos were expecting it, so they will only have what they had at the time of the event. Introduce your character as such: Name/Nickname: Age: Race/Ethnicity: Description (the better this is, the better the TF’s will be): Style Of Dress: Personality/Outlook/Mannerisms: Skills: Equipment (When rift opened): Transformation pereference: types: gradual automatic: gradually change into a creature without outerward cause gradual spelled: gradually change into a creature because of some spell. instant automatic: As soon as they come through the portal they have changed into a creature. instant spelled: When hit with a spell they instantly change into a creature. NPC’s will be introduced/described as appropriate. Final word: I put a fair amount of thought into this rp, so please take it seriously. I'll be watching it and posting when ever possible, so please don't make me waste my time. The more active the characters are, the more interesting the rp will be. If you do not use your charcter for more than a month, I will assume you have given up on the rp and have your character killed off in a suitably painless way. Oh, and no cheating.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:22 pm
Name/Nickname:: Lysander Xenos/The Maverick
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: white caucasian
Personality/Outlook/Mannerisms: Slightly insane, but as if he's too sane. He tends toward friendliness, but is often easily angered. He's not fond of peaceful discussion, but will use it if necessary. He likes to have allies when going into a dangerous situation, such as exploring Kizdaj (the main city of the continent). He tends to say "Chah" or "Nya" when agitated or angry. Ambiguous in outlook.
Bio: Lysander was born into a fairly wealthy family in San Fransisco. Unfortunately, his parents died and he was left with their money. Since he was technically of age, he was allowed to live on his own and inherrit. He's tried to volunteer for various civil projects around the city, but due to his money, he's always rejected from projects. So mostly he mopes around his house, except when he has to go out to buy things.
Description (the better this is, the better the TF’s will be): Tall and extremely pale from lack of sunlight, he is thin almost to the point of skeletalness. His face is almost unmemorable, except his eyes, which are icy blue and seem to eminate his current emotion. Style Of Dress: He tends to wearing black, from his shirts and pants to his long black cape. He also wears black leather boots.
Skills: Great at knifeplay and knife throwing. Fairly proficient in taijutsu and kung fu. Great skill in medicine.
Equipment (when the rift opened): clothes (shirt, pants, boots, underwear and cape), a multitude of knives hidden all over his clothes (including a number of pouches on his cape.). A backpack, containing some food, a milk carton (he was just coming back from shopping) a first aid kit (way too many uncomfortable encounters on the streets) and an extra cape.
Transformation pereference: Gradual spelled
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riku_necrothi Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:50 pm
Name: Rarus Valeron (He insists this is his name)
Age: 19
Race/Ethnicity: Male caucasian
Appearance: Athletic, and extremely stout. Contrary to his initial rugged appearance are his shining green eyes, and his neck length, straight hair, which he has dyed lavendar, in a rather successful attempt to stand apart from the crowd.
Style Of Dress: Loose and simple. Favors a shirt with red and silver V on front.
Personality: Self-sufficient, and somewhat of a perfectionist, he follows the ideal that a being can become perfect by eliminating all personal weaknesses. Towards this he has become quite chivalrous. His greatest flaws are his pride, and his distrust towards those he deems as "shady." He takes noticable measures to make himself distinct.
Skills: Through enduring intentional physical hardships, has become amazingly durable, and has considerable martial arts skill.
Equipment (when the rift opened): Normal clothes, Judo outfit, and four of his notorious "power shakes." Also, when the rift opened, he was in a demonstration to the club on defense against weapons, and thusly had a (dull) hatchet, (dull) spear, and a padded jacket.
TF Pereference: Gradual Spelled (Very gradual; his body fights against any foreign influence)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:14 pm
Lysander was walking down the street, muttering to himself about annoying gangs and crap-shopkeepers. He started to notice a buzzing noise. He ignored it and kept walking. He checked his backpack. Yup, the groceries were still there. They tended to disappear sometimes. The buzzing noise was starting to get annoying. He stopped, looked around and said "Chah! What is that noise?!" That was when the portal opened. With a muttered curse, Lysander turned to run. That was when the portal started pulling. He was being dragged into the portal when he seized a lamp pole. Finally, his fingers started to ache and the lamp pole started to creak. He let go with a despairing yell, and was dragged into the portal. It closed with a noise like a short circuiting power plant.
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riku_necrothi Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:24 pm
As Rarus traveled down his winding drive way, his body ached. That was nothing new. It simply meant that once he recovered, he'd be that much tougher, although perhaps bringing the spear to the demonstration was a bid much. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud pop, followed by a earsplitting buzz. "What in the-!?" As soon as he felt the portal's tug on his mass, he dug his feet into the ground, bracing himself. Unfortunately, the drive way was paved with gravel, which rolled under his feet, sending him to the ground, where he quickly went into a slide, the portal disappearing with him as quickly as it had came.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:56 pm
(I think we'll wait until we get at least one more person before we really get started.)
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riku_necrothi Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 8:00 pm
(So do we TF ourselves in this one?)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 8:02 pm
(If you want. If you don't, riku might do it for you.)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 8:28 pm
(I'd rather be TFed by someone else. If not, I might as well just join an RP on my site. XP)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 9:00 pm
(Fear not! Back at the old guild, riku TFed me.)
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riku_necrothi Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 6:14 am
(Yep, I can do it. I need the practice, anyway.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 2:52 pm
Name/Nickname: Rick Katan Age: 23 Race/Ethnicity: Causasian with a touch of middle-eastern Description: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/56483259/ That enough detail? Personality/Outlook/Mannerisms: Reserved, but speaks what's on his mind very often. Doesn't like crowded places. Skills: Musician, Writer Equipment (When rift opened): Diddly-squat Transformation pereference: Gradual automatic (I mean REALLY gradual, like waking up with a different trait every morning.)
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riku_necrothi Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 3:05 pm
(hooray! Now we can start, once Marjask posts his intro.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 5:13 pm
(acctually, since 'Jask isn't on right now (and hasn't been for a while) I'm just gonna get it going and he can combine his intro with a normal post.) When Lysander fell out of the the portal, he landed head first in a bush. He was not surprised. He had always expected to someday land head first in a bush of some kind. He pulled himself out of the bush, brushed some twigs and leaves off of his shirt and pants, then looked around. "Well. A forest. With trees. How facinating." He wandered over to a tree and looked at it intently for a moment, then looked around to see if anyone else had landed near him.
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riku_necrothi Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 5:26 pm
Rarus slowly stood up from behind a nearby oak, a confounded look on his face. He stared at his surroundings in disbelief, then noticed Lysander. He cleared his mind and his throat. "Excuse me, but do you happen to know where this is?"
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