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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 30, 2008 17:50:31 GMT -5
Hey guys, this Rp is going to be very unorthodox. Literally, you can bring any creature you can think of, into this Rp as either the good side or bad side, if you so choose. Nothing I can think of right now is going to be off-limits, though stuff may come in later on in the story. If you create baddies for this one though, be forewarned that the goodies might team up against the bad. Bad don’t necessarily need to work with bad; there can be rouge 3vils out there if you want. Neutrals are probably not the best idea; they’re going to be the proverbial 5th wheel, and useless in a pretty much polarized Rp. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Setting: A planet not even the intergalactic audiences know much of, currently. We will be starting in a forest on the planet’s mid-north equator. i103.photobucket.com/albums/m148/cece_yen/clip%20art/2616313515.jpgPlot: As part of some sick reality-show-esque experiment, higher beings of much higher evolution have ventured to several planets, spanning the entire galaxy, searching for various sentient life forms to evaluate, and watch. Basically, our character interactions will determine in higher eyes, what we are and how we operate. “Losers”, (I.E people that are “killed” in the terrarium-world) are sent back to their home planets, for either burial or are revived and kept as guinea pigs for experiments the rest of their lives. “Winners”, (The survivors of various tiers of life) are set to interact with other varied life forms. Once the “Winners” complete 10 tiers of interaction, they are given the option of returning to their home-planet with their memories, or stay on-planet longer. All beings in good/fair relationship status of any kind will involuntarily kept on-plant for study. Special Conditions: You can bring 5 items along, but they must be small random things you might have “accidentally” brought along. Clothes don’t count; they’re automatic. Things like a knife, gun, keys, lighter, or other stuff like that. Make up stuff for aliens, I guess. Rules:-Since there will be killing involved, plz. ask others if they’re good with it before you do it. -No bars on relationships. -No restrictions to your character’s previous background; the more varied the better. -This is an alien planet, even to aliens. You can make up any flora/fauna you want. Good guys:-Graug the locust -Simba (LK-17) -LK-17's fursona -Valdemar (Jadena) Bad guys:-Dyraati (LK-17) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Post by *~LK17~SimbasMate~* on Aug 30, 2008 18:02:05 GMT -5
oo um i wil play dyraati.. Shes like a dragon but she can be an evil animal.. heres the pic.. And if you dont mind my fursona.. ^^ if youdont mind canon characters ill switch my fursona to simba..
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 30, 2008 18:13:44 GMT -5
[[ Accepted, but it's one or the other, good or bad. No inbetweens, plz. ]]
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Post by *~LK17~SimbasMate~* on Aug 30, 2008 18:32:10 GMT -5
umm fursona good.. simab as well.. ^^ dyraati bad!
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Post by ~*EtVL*~Jadena on Aug 30, 2008 18:42:02 GMT -5
(Can I be an Albino sorcerer named Valdemar. The picture is of a Character from a book i'm reading but i like the way he looks.)
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 31, 2008 14:08:09 GMT -5
[[ All 3 characters accepted. I'll need to go check your fursona's bio though, and it would help if we knew Valdemar's alignment, plz. ]]
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Post by *~LK17~SimbasMate~* on Aug 31, 2008 14:39:10 GMT -5
umm go to character proflies i put an colored pic of me up.. k
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 31, 2008 14:46:49 GMT -5
This will be my character. Some of you might recognise it as a locust grenadier from Gears of War. They are cave-man like, and have extremely deep, frog-style croaking voices, and snarl like cavemen. It's very funny. Name: Urh (grunting sound) Gender: Male Alignment: Surprisingly enough, Good Species: Locust; Grenadier Age: 15 (remarkably old, for a grenadier) Height: 7’ Weight: 400 lbs. Of pure muscle Build: Arnold Schwarzenegger x 3, plus steroids Appearance: Clothing 1 pair of red/black armor pants, 1 pair of red/black armor boots, 1 bandolier across chest Personality: None. His known vocabulary is limited to a meager 100 words, which considering all locust, is a fair amount, and to other grenadiers, is a whole lot. He rarely speaks, and has the education of a 3rd grader. Curiously enough, he possesses a very great battle mind, and because locust in general were made to follow orders unquestioningly and to the fullest of their abilities, usually falls in behind someone who has a commanding influence, as the new queen. Background: Removed from the influence of the queen, he no longer became violent towards anything he saw. Because of this, he is currently wandering the planet surface looking for a new purpose in life. Equipment:- 1 Gnasher shotgun - 1 Lancer assault rifle - 1 Snub Pistol - 4 Bolo Grenades - Ammo
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Post by *~LK17~SimbasMate~* on Aug 31, 2008 14:48:00 GMT -5
*Stares*
umm umm hides in a corner.. lol
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Post by ~*EtVL*~Jadena on Aug 31, 2008 15:45:26 GMT -5
(Oh okay i'll put a quick bio up then and his Alignment is i guess good since he can't be neutral.) Name: Valdemar Gender: Male Species: Albino sorcerer Age: Unknown even to himself Personality: Valdemar is very curt and cool towards everyone. He does not talk much though he posses a very large vocabulary. It takes much time for him to warm up to anyone. Background:Not much is known about Valdemar. It is said the the civilization he was born to has long died out and he is its last survivor. He has been wondering around for longer than he himself knows. Items: Rune Sword Strange medallion in planted into his chest. Medallion is said to give him strength since being a albino he is very weak. Large eight inch dagger Book containing many spells Looks:Typical Albino with pale skin, white hair and blood red eyes.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 31, 2008 15:48:28 GMT -5
[[ We'll start now, and people interested in joining can jump in randomly. ]]
The Grenadier's (we'll change his name to "Grogg") scaley white muscled chest rose and fell rythmicly as it snored noisily. It gave a loud grunt, and a jerk, and opened it's clouded red eyes. It looked around, not remembering this place. All he remembered was that final assault on a squad of gears. They were famous among his kind; the one group of 4 or 5 that nobody could slay. He did not remember how he was knocked out, nor how he got to this place. It didn't even smell familiar. No locust scents anywhere. It bothered him. He got to his feet, and looked around, taking cover behind a tree. Still nothing! He grabbed the Gnasher shotgun off of his back, gurgling in a sadistically humorous way, with the feel of it in his clawed hands once more.
[[ BTW: I forgot to add a note to Grogg's profile. Locust are physically unable to feel fear, due to their being born without a fear impulse, so on all accounts, he cannot be scared. ]]
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Post by ~*EtVL*~Jadena on Aug 31, 2008 15:57:52 GMT -5
(Oh i know a little about locust. Gears of war is an awesome game.)
Valdemar looked around the strange forest. The last thing he remembered was eating dinner and then he had woken up here. He wondered how he had got here. Well he was determined to find out. As he walked around the forest he heard another creature. He stopped and looked through a couple of bushes and saw the creature. It was a locust. He raised one of his eyebrows. This didn't look like the locust's home planet so the only explanation for a locust also being here was that the locust had come to take over another planet. He narrowed his eyes. He wasn't going to get involved into a war with the locust. He needed to find out where he was and how to get out of here and quick.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 31, 2008 17:12:08 GMT -5
[[ lol, you must have confused the locust with the covenant. Locust are bound to the planet sera via lack of space travel. The covenant loves to take over everything though. ]]
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Post by ~*EtVL*~Jadena on Aug 31, 2008 17:14:22 GMT -5
(OH, Okay whatever, Valdemar still can think that if it's okay with you)
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 31, 2008 17:22:40 GMT -5
[[ Yeah, it's cool. BTW: Since Grogg has lived life being told what to do, he is literally an ant without a queen, and will be looking for a new "Queen" to follow. D'you think you can fit that bill? ]]
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Post by ~*EtVL*~Jadena on Aug 31, 2008 19:42:52 GMT -5
(Oooo, Yes i think i can do that. I think it would be fun ;D)
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 31, 2008 20:44:48 GMT -5
Grogg paused a moment. He lifted his head, sniffing two or three times. [glow=black,2,300]"Rrrghhhheeyumanzzz...."[/glow] He boomed, gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on the shotgun. At once, he spied the stocky, snow-colored mage, about his height but much skinnier. Grogg paused for a moment; their like pygmentations almost made him believe this human was some sort of locust, but quickly disspelled that idea with battle lust. With 3 quick strides and smashing up against a tree (that was nearly rattled leaf-less) he leaned out, and fired point-blank at the sorcerer, not more than a meter away. The sound of the shotgun was reassuring, as was the blast, and the kick of the recoil. Everything went according to plan....... Untill almost simultaneously, the wad of big pellets hit on his left eye, throat, all over his chest, stomache, arm, most of his face, and forehead, but just..... stopped..... Grogg paused for a moment looking directly into this odd human's eyes, confused by the odd purple glow that surrounded the human suddenly. It just as quickly vanished as well, which was also very curious. The pellets, now bent and destroyed, fell to the ground like beads off a broken necklace, and lay in the grass to smoke with their retained heat.
Grogg just as quickly snapped the lever-action down, snapped it back up, and cycled the next shell in another split second. It fired again. Still, nothing but the bright purple transcluent wall, and the human standing there, looking equally suprised by such an ambush. Grogg, furious with suck ineffectiveness, cycled another 3 shells and fired them all, scoring not even a scratch on the human, purple glass, or otherwise. From the sounds of the pellets, they may have been hitting a stone wall, that did not or would not chip and break. [glow=black,2,300]"HAAARRGGHHHHHHH!!!"[/glow] He reached out with a lone hand the size of a hubcap, and sized the entire human's head. With the other, he drove a fist the size of a sliced ham into the human's face, anticipating the reassuring crack, and wet splat their heads made, like that of punching a watemelon to bits. He rumbled in annoyance as his hand smacked into another barrier, as solid and flat as the first, though this one glowed blue than purple. The human was quite unharmed, as he reared back and punched again with all his might, and for all his trouble recieved a "SMACK" noise of his scalely knuckles colliding on some invisible barrier.
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Post by ~*EtVL*~Jadena on Aug 31, 2008 21:07:26 GMT -5
"Nice try locust" Valdemar said sneering. "But only other magical items are able to effect me as long as i am conscious enough to protect myself" He said laughing. He was quite sure that the Locust didn't even understand half of what he was saying but no matter. Might as well babbler and get some steam out if whoever you were talking to couldn't understand.
Valdemar then turned his back on the locust and started to walk away. He didn't want anything to do with him. The locust were just mindless killing machines. They didn't think for themselves they just followed orders. They digusted him. Of course he had always dreamed of seeing what would happen if he could control one.
Suddenly he stopped. Valdemar turned around and stared. The locust had been following him. He hadn't tried to shoot him again or attack he just walked behind Valdemar like a lost puppy. Well a very large and grotesque puppy. "Leave me locust" Valdemar said but the stupid creature just staid where it was and didn't move.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Aug 31, 2008 21:53:29 GMT -5
[[ Oh. I didn't know you meant you wanted to mess with his mind when you asked for a pre-existing knowledge of them.... ]]
Graugh was no ordinary grenadier; he had survived to live the exceptionally long (for a grenadier) life he had by being smart. Something in his mind went off; this human was more powerful than he invisioned. He knew that he was dealing with a much more powerful force than the gears from his homeland, wherever that may be now..... It was odd. Even he realized his own mental capacity was more than what it usually was. He wasn't overcome with the starving need to fullfill the queen's wish. Come to think of it, he realized that since he was in this new land, he HAD no queen. He realized the need to search for a new one would be his next priority. Cautiously retreating from the spell-caster, he jumped behind a tree, and bolted in the combat-tested crouch run both his bretheren and foes alike used.
After a fair amount of distance was put between them, he slowed his pace and began to sniff the air for signs of another locust he might commune with.
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Post by *~LK17~SimbasMate~* on Sept 1, 2008 12:48:17 GMT -5
Simba and lk would be living in a weird house as lions.. lol then they went to the forest ^^
Simba looked around and saw lk.. he got up and looked around a bit.. A forest" he thought.. Lk got up.. "where are we!" she yelled. "Shhh!" Simba yelled at her..
"All i remember was well us outside in the backyard.." lk said.. "So why are we here.. " Simba asked impatiently..
thats good for a beging.. yes raf.. ^^
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