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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: flames on May 04, 2008, 11:13:35 PM
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(For an explanation/description, view the topic in Roleplay. I'll add it here too at some point, preferably when I've got a keyboard to type with.)
For your intro post, just write a bio and an opening (You can use 1st or 3rd person).
Name: Neo Flames (Or just Flames)
Age: Unknown
Species: Fox Hybrid.
Clothing: A pair of somewhat baggy trousers.
Weapons: Usuakari, a strange blade which changes shape and size on occasion.
General info: Neo Flames is the reincarnation of HoKaze no Flames, and has similar abilities, although his skills aren't quite in the sams league as the dead warrior. When the Twilight came, his friends and family becams engulfed in darkness and vanished...
"I sometimes wonder about why I live on whilst the others vanished into the Darkness. Should I join them or should I fight to regain the light? Will I accept the Twilight or find another path?" Flames thought to himself as he slung his blade, Usaukari, onto his back. He was leaving home to find answers. He would forge his own path for now and follow what remained of his heart. Darkness truly was everywhere...
"Just what is the Twilight...?"
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hi i thought i might as well join if thats ok....
Name: Maximum ride/maxi
Age: 14
Species: Fox with wings
Clothing: A riped skirt and tank top
Weapons: uk47 and small blade
General info:telekinetic and potal opener-give it a go
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There was a time when Flames would have laughed at what was happening: Darkness covers the world and a stereotypical guy grabs a katana before doing something about. But back then it would have been a generic movie or novel instead of reality.
Flames flexed his fingers and stretched some of his muscles, preparing himself. Nobody spared so much as a glance at him as he left his home, the look on his face making it clear that he wasn't planning on returning. The light and darkness blended on the horizon, a sight that would have been considered beautiful had it not been for current circumstances.
Flames looked back only once, for a brief moment before walking away, an ominous look in his eye. There was nothing to return to, as the people there were already dead; they just hadn't noticed it yet...
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she waked around frabit and then ssat ddown heavlywth a sigh
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May i join?
Name: Dokota
Age: 18
Species: Wolf
Clothing: (look at avatar)
Weapons: The Aperture Science Hand-held P()rtal Device
General info: Dokota was once part of an Aperture Science experiment and one of the only living things that made it out alive.
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(Yes, you may join. Welcome aboard.)
Flames loathed the new sky. He didn't just dislike it, he truly hated it with all of his being. The longer he saw that bleak void above them, the more he forgot about what life once was like. Flames tried to imagine what the sky was once like, hoping to block out the bleakness with tranquil memories. It was pointless. Flames had forgotten what the sky had looked like much time ago, as had almost everyone else...
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dokota looks around trying to figure out what time it is. Somewhere in the distance he hears a clocktower ringing. He starts to p()rtal jump over to the tower.
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(May I?)
Name: Alain Bowman
Age: Unknown, looks to be somewhere in his teens
Species: Anthro Coyote, though he refers to himself as a 'Taheen'
Clothing: A dusty tan shirt, faded blue jeans, cloth strips wrapped around his paws, and an old brown hat
Weapons: A pair of large six shot revolvers
General info: Alain is a refugee from the land of Gilead, among the only still alive. He has wandered for time untold, seen things that would drive lesser creatures mad, fought when the need arose and always come out on top. And above all, he is a Gunslinger.
The man in black fled and the Gunslinger followed. Only the Gods knew how long they had been running, or how far, and even then there was room for doubt. Time was strange, now more than ever. The sky seemed a faint purple, as it had for the past two weeks straight, ever since he had chased the man in black through that cave. And as if the darkness was not enough, the slow mutants had made off with his mule. But thankfully he had run across, quite literally, a handcart. And now as he walked across this newest timeless stretch of desert, he hummed 'Hey Jude' under his breath, his faded blue eyes ever on the horizon.
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(Nice intro)
Flames stepped fowards slowly, going further and further away from the place he had once called home. He walked a little faster as sounds were heard in the distance. Something was happening. Flames went into a light jog, telling himself that he should make as much progress as possible. He began to run. An explosion was heard behind him, but he didn't look back. The sky seemed to darken slightly as...shadows approached Flames. They were not alive, nor where they dead; they were creatures corrupted by the Twilight, people who had become monsters. Flames' run became a sprint, then a dash, as he drew his blade and sped fowards, darting from shadow to shadow as Usuakari shone ominously and became a shining blur. Blood dripped onto the ground, soaking and drenching the barren earth with crimson, seeping into the soil, into the Earth, spreading outwards in a circle, coating the surronding land with red. The last drop trickled away and Flames was gone.
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As Dokota came closer and closer to the tower, he couldnt help but wonder why there wasnt anyone around. As he looked in windows of houses, he saw TVs turned on but no one watching them. Is was as everyone in the world had just vanished. He saw was seemed to be a fox but didnt stop to take a better look.
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Name: Clarisse
Age: 16
Species: Cougar
Clothing: None
Weapons: claws, teeth, and 9mm pistol hidden in stomach fur
General Info: Clarisse is the only child alive from her family. They had been taken away when she was two. She'd been alone since, afraid to get too close..
Clarisse glanced around, sighing. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been near people like her...
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Life never was worry-free. It was the pains, the suffering and everything you hated about life that made life interesting and not a foolish dream...
Flames didn't know it yet, but he had to choose soon: Light or Dark? His time was trickling by in more ways then he could imagine. He shook his head, trying to remove the foul vapour that was clouding his mind; his body swaying ever so slightly as he ran to the next town, blade at the ready...
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Her golden eyes widened as she saw no one around.
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(Thanks, but most of the credit goes to Steve King)
A town in the distance, much more splendid than the shanty towns he was used to even derelict as it was. The buildings seemed well kept, but not a soul stirred. Doors stood open, metal carriages stood in the road, and a clock tower struck in the distance. As he neared the base of the tower, he reached the refrain of 'Hey Jude'. For the third time. Only this time, he sang aloud. Quietly, but loud enough to be heard. If anyone was hear, they would hide or make themselves known.
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There was no one and nothing around. The buildings were all eerily silent until someone started singing. Clarisse yelped in surprise, darting to the apartment beside the road. She scaled it quickly and glanced back at the town. There was one fur standing there, singing. She squealed and ran back down, leaping the last four feet and bounded over. Skidding to a stop, she panted. "Hi!" (Dave)
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Dokota looked up at the clock. 12. that couldnt be right. it looked as if it was 7. he then heard a noise behind him.
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"What's your name?" She asked breathlessly, panting loudly.
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se drew back a bit and looked about the darkness wondering where everyone had got to
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Alain had drawn both of his revolvers before he had turned to face the voice behind him, only to sigh when he realized they meant him no harm. "Hile, sai." He tapped his throat three times and smiled, taking an overly-exaggerated bow. "So, may I ask your name?... and perhaps where I am?"
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The next town wasn't a bad place to be in, it was just...dull. Colour was non-existant here and everybody was slowly shuffling about at a dreary pace.
At least that was what Flames first thought. It wasn't until almost everyone in town suddenly pulled out various weapons, brandished them at him and moved in for the kill that Flames changed his opinion. He was home here, between light and darkness: Enough light to feel comfortable and many shadows to fade in and out of, like a dream. Perfect...
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she looked about "wnder if.."she questioned stepping slowly out of the darkness
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Clarisse looked at the strange fur before her, smiling. "I am Clarisse and I only know that I'm twenty miles west of Stonehaven." She looked him up and down, stance tense and relaxed simultaneously. She let her fangs slip over her bottom lip and shrugged. "Other than that, I am as lost as you, I'm afraid. Friend or foe?" She asked, curtsying.
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Flames snarled at the attackers, revealing barred teeth and eyes lost in the madness that was gripping the world. He sliced and hacked his way through the onslaught, relentless in his furious, yet oddly accurate, strikes. Steel clashed on steel as the heavens cried in anguish, adding dark rain to the crimson feast that fed Flames' blade.
Indeed, this truly was madness...
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she looked about, her face fukll of confusion . it sounded lke a battle was emitting ner by "she sttered her head to the left keping her body still and looke questioningly into the space, she decided to go invetigate and tentaviley walked over
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Since the fur didn't respond, she lowered her head and slipped into the offensive stance, tail swaying agitatedly.
(Dave, you're up.)
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Flames panted heavily as the last of the 'rain' fell and the final corpse collapsed to the ground. He scanned the horizon for any more before getting up, removing the blood from his blade with a stylish manuveur and sheathing it, ready to set off again. He walked through the town, scouting around for both supplies and a good spot to catch a few hours of rest.
The dark clouds above grew even darker as the sky trembled in pain before crying out tears of sorrow and anguish as black as the darkness that was claiming the world. The black rain would pollute countless water sources and kill anyone foolish enough to drink it. Flames sighed and continued his search, the rain dripping of his body, causing black streaks to run down his fur...
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she peered round a rock to see a tall, and black streaked fur walk by. smirking she watched him walk by for a minute and wondered whever she could join him, after all there seemed nothing better to do