[M]The Veil

[DoughGuy]

Rated M for violence, horror, gore, swearing and sexual themes.

http://i46.tinypic.com/1zl80tx.jpg (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=42230&p=1400414#post1400414)
Pic by me

IC here (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=42230&p=1400414#post1400414)

It’s been happening for awhile now. Odd little things I can see that no one else can. I see the paint flaking off the buildings, trees turning brown and dying, animals growing sick and collapsing in the streets. Even at work my phone, my computer and even the office printer, they all spark and flash randomly. All things that you couldn’t imagine being missed by anyone with eyes … yet no one else saw.

Soon enough I learnt to keep my mouth shut so people wouldn’t think I was crazy. I knew at least few friends thought I was on drugs to give you an idea of the situation I was, am, in. So I kept my mouth shut and my eyes open, seeing the decay grow in frequency with every passing day. And as I looked I saw others, the occasional glimpse of someone turning away from the decay or a face frowning as it passed over it.

I never approached these people though, too afraid there were other reasons for their actions. So I’ve been alone in this world for about 3 months, slowly watching the corruption spread and grow, I guess, stronger. These days I even see it on people. Fungi growing from their faces or maggots crawling in their hair. I’ve see windows shatter into a thousand shards, carving a thousand shallow cuts onto those walking below. I’ve see buildings collapse into piles of rubble, yet those around simply walk by. I saw a building a friend was in collapse right before my eyes. Distraught I ran to his family to comfort them yet they didn’t believe me. They simply told me he was late coming home from work and would be back soon enough. The next when I went back he had left for work early.

I don’t even know what to say anymore. Don’t know where to turn. I’m leaving today to seek out one of the others I’ve seen around. I can’t take this alone, I can feel myself slowly going insane keeping it bottled up inside. The moon turned a fiery red last night as if it had become raging inferno dwarfed only by our own sun. I swear I saw shapes inside the fires. I can feel it’s a sign of something coming and I need to act before it’s too late.

The Veil is a survival horror RP set on earth in a fictional English city called Erben. All your characters have been experiencing the above for the last 3 months, able to see things happening to the world which no one else can. How these sights have affected your character are up to you to determine but whatever you decide the sight of the moon has them on edge and given a feeling something is about to happen.

Since I like to keep surprises that’s basically all the info I’ll be giving out for now apart from one hint, expect 40K influences for the monsters. After everyone gets their first IC post up and the first GM post goes up I’ll reveal a bunch more new info about what happened and the new area you find yourself in. The RP will contain a fair bit of combat but there will be an emphasis on smart thinking and escaping.

The IC will go up once I get 3 or 4 players (though if there is more interest I may hold off until more people get their CS up) who join and are approved. From then on I will still be accepting people as characters in the form of survivors who the first group can find. Everyone will start out alone but will meet up one or two posts after the first GM post.

As I mentioned before directly fighting the demons won’t be a good idea. Most demons are stronger and faster than a human, and while it’s possible to kill one solo it’s difficult. And if you’re facing more than one demon solo there’s virtually no way to triumph. The focus will be on surviving your encounters with the demons, not winning them. Make a good use of your environment to distract your foes for your teammates to strike or escape and never be afraid to retreat.

A mark that all the cursed bear that was bestowed upon them at midnight on the day the Veil opened. It takes the form of the moon (pic in banner) and is constantly shifting in form to match the moon's. It can be any size, as large or small as will fit on a person. The mark can also be anywhere on a person, from the tip of a finger to the top of their head. The endowment of the mark is a very painful process and can leave those weak of body or mind unconscious for hours afterwards.

1. I’m the GM so what I say goes.
2. No god modding or meta gaming.
3. Please try to post at least a paragraph unless you are in a conversation.
4. One character per player
5. Don’t kill off another player’s character without their permission. As the GM however, I reserve the right to kill off characters if necessary.
6. If you are inactive and hold up the plot for around a week I will take control of your character just long enough to move the plot along.
7. No perfect characters, Mary Sue’s etc.
8. I reserve the right to add or change rules as the RP goes on.

Not exactly a rule however your characters (and you) don’t know what’s going to happen. I won’t be accepting any characters who are ex-army dudes who keep a well-stocked arsenal of guns in their house. A handgun with a clip or 2 for self-defence or a cricket bat is fine but nothing more. Also remember this is England not America so if you’ve got a gun you’ll need a good reason.

Name:
Gender:
Age: Any age under 50 is acceptable. You’ll need to be fit to survive here.
Appearance: Picture or written.
Personality:
Bio:
Equipment:
Position of the Mark:
Trivia: Anything extra goes here
Writing Sample: Just a post you’ve made for another RP or a short story you’ve written so I can get an idea of your writing level.

Ungula (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfOiYDYZDXM/UUHivGZulKI/AAAAAAAABz8/mtoYrnDvPvk/s1600/m3060166a_2xl.jpg)
(Pic just gives an idea)
Heavy footfalls heralded the arrival of his attacker. Edward looked up and gazed into burning red eyes set into a demonic face. The beast was 6ft tall, lean but muscular with hard red skin. Rock like spikes protruded from the surface of its skin covering its hide and twin brown horns framed its long oval skull. It walked upon reverse jointed knees whose legs met feet that ended in large splayed talons. A thick brown tongue broke out from a maw of pointed teeth as it hissed at him. Crouching down it reached out a clawed hand towards his prone form. As he watched the claws grew, starting from a few centimetres long and one wide and extending to almost a foot long and their original length wide.


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Schools

Our Holy Cross Christian School - OHC is a very large school which caters for students from the beginning of their education until their final year and is situated in the southeast. It is a voluntary controlled christen school which has a church on the grounds which is used for mass on Sundays. The classrooms and such are built within restored 1800s buildings giving the school an old age feeling.

St Thompsons Private School - Erben’s foundation school St Thompson’s has no religious affiliation but also teaches from reception to year 13. Situated in the southwest the school was originally a school for upper class citizens in the 18-1900s run by the Thompson family. Nowadays it is still owned by the Thompson family but is open to all students but keeps its focus on the pursuit of old age values. Boys and girls attend classes focussed on teaching them to be gentlemen and ladies of a “proper” bringing. The school often comes across as snobby and pretentious however.

Erben High and Erben Junior - Erben’s 2 community schools can be found to the north west and north east respectively. They are slightly less popular than the city’s 2 private schools, attracting about 40% of school age children. Due to Erben’s high standing the school are both well cared for and supervised. Both schools were recently rebuilt in a more modern look in order to attract student away from OHC and St Thompson’s.

Religious Buildings

Churches - Erben is a fairly religious city and has a total of 3 Christian churches. One of these is with the OHC school in the south of the city. A second large one, The Saint Michael, in the city’s north is the main church and was built in the 1500s after Erben’s patron saint. The church is decorated with murals of Michael’s accomplishments and boasts a large library in an adjoining building. The third and final church is with the City Centre. It is much smaller than the other 2 but is used much less, mainly by those on breaks during work.

Mosques - Erben also has a single mosque located in the city’s west. It is a new addition, built only last year, but is already popular with the city’s small Islamic community. The building initially found strong opposition due to Erben’s Christian background but the city council approved the structure on the basis of good relations with the city’s Muslims.

Museums

Art and History Museums – Erben has 2 museums, both within the City Centre. The history museum, in the north, is a government business and is thus funded by them. It has a focus on England’s history as a whole and is a popular excursion site for the schools. The art museum, in the south, however is a privately run. It has a focus on religious art which has continued to bring in enough money to keep the museum in profit. However its specialty has occasionally caused it and the churches to clash over particular items.

Shopping Centre

Erben Centre – The Erben Centre shopping precinct was constructed in 1972 and then renovated in 2008 to a more modern look the Centre is the largest and most popular shopping precinct in the city. Named because it sits in the centre of the city the Centre is a massive sprawl of shops within a single building covered by a glass dome. The area around the Centre is given over to cafes and large open walkways. The parking for the Centre is in a large underground complex which both allows more shopping space and removes the ugly aesthetics of a carpark.

Government Buildings

Town Hall – Erben Town Hall is located in the westernmost section of the City Centre. Built in the same style as the Palace of Westminster it is 3 stories tall with a central tower known as the Eye of Erben in the centre. The Eye is famed for its height, the entire city can be seen from the top of the tower on a clear day. The Eye is also open to the public and can be accessed with a walk from the main entrance straight forward. The area around the Hall is an open park that borders the hospital and the nearby police station.

Erben Hospital – Situated on the western edge of the City Centre the Erben Hospital is easily accessible from any part of the city. The main building is 10 stories high and takes up a little under half the grounds. The remainder of the area is taken up by various specialist buildings, a helipad and parking areas. Unlike the Centre the hospital has a large amount of above ground parking in two 3 story high complexes with only a single level of basement parking each.



Catherine (Cath) Summers (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=42065&p=1390383&viewfull=1#post1390383) - Bee
Edward Barker (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=42065&p=1393281#post1393281) - Dough
Daniel Briggs (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=42065&page=2&p=1397659&viewfull=1#post1397659) - Nytstalker
Alexandria (Alexia for short) Bennett (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=42065&page=5&p=1402626&viewfull=1#post1402626) - Galilani
Mykayla Hiraga (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=42065&page=9&p=1440466&viewfull=1#post1440466) - guardianshadows

[Bee Bear]

Name: Catherine (Cath) Summers

Gender: Female

Age: 24

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~ 5'3”

~ Brown eyes

~ Black hair

~ Several piercings in ears and one in nose

Personality: Cath considers herself to be nothing if not an extremely practical person. She's able to see through all the bullshit right to the heart of the situation, mostly because she's normally the one supplying that bullshit. And while not necessarily lazy, she doesn't like hard work and will try to find the easiest, simplest solution to any problem in order to save herself some effort. On a more personal level, she rarely lets her real emotions show at all, preferring to let those around her see only the mask she chooses to wear. That mask is usually one of charming, engaging and borderline flirty humour. She always has a smile ready for those in possession of something she wants, such as money or safety.

Bio: She was born into an average, working class family as the eldest of five children. They had loving, supportive parents who always managed to provide for their children, even when times were tough. Though poor, they were happy. Then when Cath was 15, tragedy struck and their father, Samuel Summers, was involved in an accident that left him paralysed below the waist.

Unable to work, their family life began to disintegrate with only Mrs Summers' meagre earnings. Cath left school early to get a job, but failed to find anything that would pay enough. Very soon after she found out that her looks and smooth tongue could get her things she normally wouldn't even have considered possible.

With the help of books and an ever-expanding network of shady friends, she learned how to con people out of their money. It kept her family clothed and fed while she was free to move around the country as she pleased, doing something she grew to love. It was almost an addiction to her – nothing could stop her, not even the police. Though they searched for her, she managed to stay one step ahead by changing her identity and name often.

For years, things went well. Then on the very same day that she first drove into Erben, things changed. At first she thought she was seeing things and even consulted a doctor, but when he found nothing wrong with her yet she continued to see things apparently invisible to other people, she was forced to believe that there was more to it. Though afraid, she told herself that she'd find out what the visions meant.

Equipment: She lives in a rather beat up old RV. It has everything she owns including a few books on the arcane which she's collected throughout the years to further her knowledge on the subject and so-doing become better at fooling her clients. She rarely has any money to throw around and has to live frugally, but she doesn't mind. She loves the open road and enjoys moving from one city to the next in search of new clients to bamboozle.

Trivia: She doesn't believe in ghosts, spirits or the afterlife. Unless she can see and touch it herself, she won't believe in it.

~ She has a mark in red shaped like the moon on the top of her right foot. It covers almost the entire area.

It was on a surprisingly pleasant autumn morning that Emily Connors pulled up outside the hotel she'd be calling home from then on out. The air was crisp and clear in the busy London street known as Iver's Drive and she tentatively took it as a sign of good things to come. Standing outside the square, four story high building, she looked up at its red-bricked front and wondered if she was really capable of carrying out the goal she'd set herself.

Almost as soon as that doubt entered her mind, she banished it. Ever the practical one, she told herself that she'd gone too far forward to turn back now. The hotel was almost up and running. All it needed was a few finishing touches and if she was to back out, it would take more effort to close up shop than it would to go forward.

Determined to get her first official day on the premises started, she turned back to the taxi which had brought her, thanked and paid the driver, then picked up the single suitcase he'd removed from the trunk. Up the six steps that led to the entrance she went, lugging the heavy load. The double doors were wide open and inside it was bustling with people – the cleaning crew. She'd hired them a week earlier to get the building into shape. It had been in a terrible state when her uncle died and it was subsequently passed to her. He hadn't used the hotel at all for years except to store a few somewhat questionable items in the basement.

Now, it was empty still except for a few rooms which had already been fully furnished such as the kitchen, Emily's bedroom, her office, and the lounge. The rest of the furniture such as the guest's room's beds and such would be arriving the next day. If everything went according to schedule, they'd be able to open for business within two weeks.

That was her plan, anyway.

She still needed staff.

There certainly wasn't a shortage of people looking for work. That wasn't the problem at all. What she was having trouble with was finding someone she felt she could trust with the secrets she would have to share with them.

[DoughGuy]

I'm sure its a big surprise to you, but Cath is accepted XD

[Bee Bear]

She is?! (WTF)

I mean, of course she is. Pff.

[Froggy]

This looks like a great thread. Why not advertise it in the Roleplay Directory ( http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=40645&page=5&p=1329919#post1329919) or sign it up for Roleplay of the Week (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=905) to get more players? If you want, you can submit your roleplay in the RP of the Week Banner Shop (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=18912) to obtain a banner for your RP of the Week submission. Also, you can further advertise in the Siggy shops (http://role-player.net/forum/forumdisplay.php?f=72) and in staff signatures (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=3975)? The Tribune (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=18026) is a great place for advertising as well! ^_^

[DoughGuy]

Character Sheet
Name: Edward Barker
Gender: M
Age: 27
Appearance:
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He stands at about 5’11” and weight 150 lbs giving him a bit underweight look. He is dressed in jeans with a white button up shirt and a black jacket with sneakers. He has a tattoo of a crescent moon on his back.

Personality: Before he started seeing things Edward was not the most confident person. When the decay revealed itself it only ruined his confidence further. Unable to talk to anyone about the sights he became even more withdrawn and sullen, refusing to talk unless necessary. His sanity has also not escaped unscathed, leaving him on the verge of insanity as he struggled to cope alone. He is generally a likable if quiet man but can snap and turn into an angry and unco-operative asshole if provoked. There are also rare times when he slides close to edge of his sanity when he will act erratically.

Bio: Edward had a fairly average life growing up. His parents were squarely middle class and they got by easily. He was born and raised in Erben, only leaving the city on business and for the occasional holiday as a kid and teenager. During his childhood he was obsessed with the supernatural, especially werewolves and other creatures with a connection to the moon. This obsession earnt him some ridicule at school, just enough to make him hide it from anyone outside of his home.

As an adult his obsession was buried in the transition to an independent individual. Between finding his own place, getting a job and settling in he had neither the time nor money to continue his love. Instead as a reminder he had a large crescent moon tattoo inked onto his back. While he never managed to take up his interest again he is still glad for the tattoo.

Currently he is single, works as an IT consultant for a large insurance firm and spends his free time coaching a local boys’ soccer club. He also enjoys reading and has quite a large personal library.

Equipment: A single knife, a watch and an iphone.
Position of Mark: On his back, large
Trivia: He's a very bad cook. However he's good at most sports.
Writing Sample: See OP XD

Very good character Dough, accepted!

[deamonstalker]

Name: Ernestine Eisenhower
Gender: M
Age: 20
Appearance: http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/members/48402/albums/3809/56904.png
Personality: rather shy, before the decay started, he would rather use sign-language to speak, than his actual voice. He would rather avoid any and all confrontations, if possible, but when cornered, and he knows he's right, he will stand up for himself, showing a rather courageous side. He fears that side of him, but knows that its better to have it, than not to. after he started to see the decay, he would sign about it, to all of the people that he knew, but they wouldn't listen, they just figured that he was losing his sanity. When the third person didn't believe him, he became even more shy, barely leaving his apartment. He fears almost everything, when it comes to the decay. He also has a slight case of ADD, causing him to be very jumpy, and paranoid.

Bio: Due to an accident when he was very young, involving an electrical outlet, he was deaf for a few years, but he could still speak fine, so no one noticed it. But other than that, he led a rather normal life, up until just before high school got out, then he lost all of his friends, when they all turned to drugs, but he didn't. He became rather shy after that, and it has only gotten worse.

Now, as an adult, he works for a big company, who make video games. His job in the wheel of work, is that he fixes the computers when they go down, and he does it like no one else can. He only comes in when the office is cleared, but he does his work well, so that the computer he fixes, it its brand new, it runs faster than before. His understanding of computers has helped him in the past, but he doesn't talk about it, because it shames him.
Equipment: USB drive with most of his tools on it. A pair of wire cutters, that he forgot was in his jacket and has never taken out, and his Iphone, custom built.

Trivia: Would rather run, than talk, but when he does talk, with his voice, it's either very important, or his target has something that he sees as he needs.
Writing Sample:

Running, running. Through the forest, vines and branches hitting, and wrapping, trying to slow me down. They come. The villagers, not knowing what I am, they attack. Fear drives us all on. Me, nothing but a bug in their eyes, but to my own, I am a beautiful creature, the only one in existence, far as I know. A lucky vine, positioned just right, catches me around the ankle. My claw cuts clean through it, and I dart up the tree, in an attempt to hide. Tired, I look at the torches that they carry, wondering why they like fire, when it hurts if you touch it.

The humans continue past my hiding spot, and I head back to my home, my safe haven, my cave. On the way, I take a good long look at myself, my large claws, great for getting into trees, or catching my food, my head, nice and aerodynamic, to assist in my movement, my long tail, which helps me to balance, when I'm on unsure footing. I don't see what makes them afraid. I sigh, and continue on, tired from the run and the hunt just before. I curl up, next to the remains of my mother, wanting nothing more, than for her to be alive, so that she could continue teaching me the skills I need, to survive. I close my eyes, all four of them, and fade into the abyss of my dreams, where sometimes, my mother comes to me, so that she can teach me more, and sometimes, where I'm not alone, but with more like me, where we all care for one another.

The next morning, I wake up, with a young human child in my face, I jump up, and scoot as far away as I can, not wanting a repeat of what happened last night. The child, however, seems to have another idea, as it comes at me, tottering unsteadily on its legs, reaching up at me, a strange look on its face, not at all like the ones from the village, but one near the opposite spectrum. I fearfully bend my head down, to sniff it, wondering what it wants, and it latches onto my face. I freeze, and gently pull my head back up, but the child makes some kind of noise, but not like the harsh ones from the village. I turn my head a bit, and the child climes up, over my head, landing on my back, just behind my un-working wings, because I'm too young to have learned how to fly. The child settles itself, and pats my side. Still not sure what the child wants, I leave my den, and smell the air, wondering if there are any other humans in the vicinity.

There is, but the sent is mostly covered in the smell of blood. I head in that direction, wondering if the human was hunting. When I arrived, a ghastly sight greeted us. The human I had scented was torn in several pieces, only the main center part remained, she was dead, headed to who-knows where. I scented for her trail, wondering where she was going. To that village. figures, this one was headed to that village, the same one that had treated me so badly before. I resolved to take care of the young human, with hopes that if I can get this human back, they won't treat me so badly.

A few years pass, and the child has taught me its language, so now I know what the basis of what the first villagers had said, "What is that hideous thing? Its gonna kill us all! Not if we kill it first!" It's sad, really, That I was afraid of them, when they were afraid of me as well. I've also taught the young one my language, with the help of my mother, whether or not she knows it. My wings are bigger, now, and I can glide a bit. The child has given me a name, "Da'navigish'lidinalic" which means in his language, "Large but friendly monster," and given his name, "Kilmi'nevakilo'acniban" which means little soldier. We have lived in piece, the two of us together. He has taught me many things, like for instance, that fire may hurt, when you touch it, but it also gives warmth, and light. 'course I don't depend on it, like the humans do, but I get by.... (I'll cut it off here)

[Jarms48]

Name: Robert Heatley

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Appearance:

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Personality: Robert has kept the typical working personality of a police officer, there was something about police work, the social structure and the work atmosphere. Which continued to cause stress and present trauma to his daily life; he is domineering, narcissistic, authoritarian, physically oppressive, and basically the opposite of the personality traits most often cited as being desirable in a police officer.

Bio: Robert was born the eldest son in the Heatly family, a family with a lone tradition of serving in the Erben Metropolitan Police Service. He attended schooling where he achieved high honours in Social Studies and Physical Education. After graduating he became a fully fledged member in the Erben Police, where he continued to show advanced knowledge in riot pacification and armed response.

Equipment:
- 9 mm Heckler & Koch MP5: It's munition expended long ago, Robert carries it as a reminder and for psychological effect. Though the extended stock makes for an exceptional improvised weapon.

- 9 mm Glock 17: With five rounds remaining, Roberts last defense in a desperate situation and the final round has his own name on it should the time come.

Trivia:
- He enjoys the odd stick of gum

Writing Sample: You've been in RPs with me.

[DoughGuy]

@Daemon I PMed you the details, sorry but I can't accept your character.

@Jarms Accepted!

[deamonstalker]

Its alright, XD, the sample was a dud in the first place but I was just too lazy to change it.

[Awyas]

Name: April Lovegate

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Appearance: April only owns skinny jeans, as she doesn't like showing more skin than she has to. Mostly will wear her black Converse high-tops, but also owns a pair of brown combat-boots. On most occasions you will see April in flannel, sometimes with a band t-shirt underneath. Will also wear a grey hoodie often.

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Personality: April,ever since her early years, has been a very independent and laid-back individual. She will talk to you and is able to keep up a conversation just fine, as long as you are the one to start it. She generally like talking and sharing ideas to other people, and even likes spending time with them. April will be very hesitant to try new things and likes to take her time on most things. Although, this was all before the accident and before she started seeing things. Now, she barely says anything worth-while and will tend to snap. Most people who know her will just brush this off, due to the circumstances. But once you are on April's I-can-tolerate-you side, she will be a pleasant person with many good qualities.

Bio: Born into a middle-class family with an older brother, April had a fairly simple childhood. She was born and raised in Erben, and has only left the city limits once, to see her grandmother in America. Her family didn't have very many financial problems and were able to provide for April without much trouble. During her middle school years, she had a few good friends who she would talk to often, and even hangout with outside of school. But when April reached high school, they all grew apart until they refused to even say hi in the hallways. At that point, April became very independent. Up until the end on high school, she only had one friend, Oliver.

April went to college for four year right after high school, majoring in literature. After college, she moved into a small studio apartment where she spends most of her time. April went to work at her mother's friend's bookstore, and was able to keep a healthy amount of money stored away. When she was 23, Oliver and April met up once again, and fell in love. They has a child one year later, and named her Emily.

A year after Emily was born, the family was driving home on a particularly snowy night. April was driving when the car started spinning out of control until is rolled down a hill into a forest. Both Oliver and Emily died. To this day, April blames herself for their deaths. After the accident, April fell into a deep depression which led to random fits of rage and sorrow. Because of this she was forced to move back in with her mother. Recently April has been feeling better, and has even been able to resume working at the bookstore, but then the visions started. She panicked and has only told her mother and psychiatric, who brushed it off. After another month of the decay, they threatened to admit April, who quickly shut her mouth.

April still works at the bookstore and still lives with her mother. She refuses to feel any compassion or love for anyone but her mother.

Equipment: April will always carry around her vintage leather messenger bag, no matter what the situation is. Inside is a book, a journal with three pencils, her grey hoodie, and a rather large pocket knife. Also, April, much to her dislike, has to carry around an outdated cellphone.

Trivia: April loves music and can play the guitar. She also owns over 1,000 books.

Writing Sample:




The house Jammie lives in is stuffed to the brink with memories. Good, bad, terrifying, amazing, a range of emotions covering the walls like paint. No matter what he tries, Jammie can't stop feeling overwhelmed by it all. It's like a sickness you can't shake or a jar you can't open. Alfred and Samantha still live in these walls, even if their bodies are one with the soil. Sometimes at night, Jammie can feel them by his side, watching him breath. It can be scary, having that strange presence beside you. They may be his family, but he'd rather have them resting peacefully then worrying over him.

After a long, sleepless night, Jammie forced himself to get up. He didn't want to in the slightest, sitting in bed and reading sounded much better than venturing out to the city. But he knew Charity was out there and Jammie wanted to see her. Pulling on his pants and lacing up his combat boots, Jammie walked down stairs and over to the door. Hanging from a hook was his jacket, gloves, and bag. He gathered his things and walked out the door. In a way, he was glad to be out of that small, dusty apartment.

Outside was dusty too, you could see the dirt and grime on everything. Metal was the prime building material here in Brodasia, but now it's mostly red with rust. Alfred said it used to be silver and shiny, but Jammie finds that hard to believe. Everything in this city is so old and worn, imagining it clean and new takes some work.

Jammie found himself being pushed up against strangers the minute he stepped foot on the streets. It was unusually busy for this time of day, it seemed as if all of Brodasia was crammed into this, in comparison, tiny space. Navigating to Julio's was easy even if Jammie couldn't see his own feet. He's been here so many times it's like second nature.

The bouncer was standing outside the bar, but Jammie wasn't worried about him. By now, he must know that Jammie is related to Julio, and that Charity is his best friend. But still, he has to ask to go in. He was allowed, but only after a long look from him. So he just walked right inside.

Instantly he saw Charity's blonde-with-brown hair. "Hey, blondy! Come here, Char," he yelled, trying to be heard over the noise of the crowd.

[Nytstalker]

GAH! This looks awesome, I wish I could get to work on a cs right now! I'd really love to be there for when it starts, but alas, I'll be in Hawaii for two weeks come Thursday. Do you think I might make the deadline for when I get back? Not that I can't join afterwards, but still, :FFFFFF:

[DoughGuy]

@Awyas Accepted! Though if you could do a little work on keeping your tense consistent that'd be great :)

@Nyt While it will take me awhile ot get the IC up (since I need to draw the map) it wont take more than a week at most. Im afraid you'll be joining after its started (unless it goes super slow when it starts).

[Nytstalker]

That's fine. If at all possible, I might just post from Hawaii in the nights at the hotel room. This just looks too cool to miss the opening :D I have a laptop there, anyways.

[DoughGuy]

lol yes, do that!

[Nytstalker]

Tomorrow I'll do my very best to get a CS up here, I can't wait!

[Awyas]

Will do, thanks! :)

[Nytstalker]

Name: Daniel Biggs

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Appearance: 3214

Personality: On the surface, Daniel comes across as a suave, and smooth individual, which he must be to carry on his job as a bartender. However, this is certainly not the case when he is by himself. He has something called monophobia, also known as the fear of being alone. He often works overtime and extra shifts so that he can stay within the presence of others. When he does come home, however, he tends to constantly play music, leave the T.V. on, or on some of his worst nights, he plays soundtracks of busy city streets; People bustling by, cars honking impatiently, phones ringing. Nobody aside from his sister knows about it, though his sister lives in America along with the rest of his family. He never bothers to tell anyone else, in fear of losing his reputation among those at the bar, or perhaps out of a different fear altogether.

Bio: Daniel grew up in a rather sketchy home. While they were not short on money, his parents were involved in far too much gang and crime-related activity for his liking. Still, he knew not to question them, they grew rather aggravated whenever the topic came up. This all changed one day, however, when he was left alone in the house one night while his parents were out on a local robbery, nothing out of the ordinary. Daniel was in his room, playing with his toys, when he heard a loud crack and something large falling over. Startled by the sound, he tip-toed his way over to the staircase just down the hall, to see that his door had been smashed open. He caught a glimpse of the shadow of what appeared to be a well built man before it disappeared into the living room. Now terrified, he skittered back into his room, closed the door, and hid in the place he always would when he wanted to escape-- his closet.

The men that had broken into his house were growing ever closer as they finished searching the lower levels of the house, and were now moving up to the bedrooms. "Where is he?!" Daniel heard a man say. Were there more than one of them? Even in the darkness of the closed closet, his face was a pale white, the color completely drained. The men must have been talking about him. Sliding deeper into the mess he was sitting on, he could do nothing but wait. Then, the men stepped into his room. "This is it," The other man said. They did not sound happy when they saw nobody within. After a few moments of silence, Daniel heard footsteps, heading back from the way they had originally come. He could hear the two bickering about the pointless break-in, but nothing was making sense to him. When he was sure they had left the house, he crawled and stumbled out of the closet, trembling with utter fear over what he could only perceive to be his attempted murder.

When his mother arrived home, Daniel rushed over to her, only to find she was even more distraught than he. She led them to the couch, sitting him down before shakily telling him that his father had been killed. Daniel was unsure of what he could say or do at this point, every part of him frozen in terror at this night. He was told that somebody tried to kill her as well, but she survived. This was where they remained, holding eachother close for the rest of the night, mostly spending it sobbing.

The next day, his mother pulled some strings to have Daniel put on the next flight to Erben, England where his Aunt lived, and agreed to take care of him. This was the last time he would ever see his mother. Ever since that day, not once has he left the city, afraid of the horrors that his broken mind ensured him were there. He did recover as he grew older, at least somewhat. He took a fancy to being a bartender, and found that he was quite skilled at the art. He made many friends in his new job, though his brain was never truly repaired. He still had memories, and desperate fears of that night, and the thought that it could happen again. This, he doubted would ever be mended.

Equipment: Because of his phobia, Daniel carries a knife with him wherever he goes. Aside from this, he has a phone, a watch, and a pair of sunglasses.

Trivia: Daniel plays the part of a cool, laid-back man who seems to have it all together at work, but his real friends know him to be quite a softy, who is always willing to listen to your problems.

Writing Sample:It had been twenty-five years since I had last visited my parent's home. The place was vacant now, though it still felt like it did when I was young. Even now, as I strolled through the front yard, I could remember my time here as a child so vividly, that I could see it. I watched my youthful self running around on the well trimmed grass, playing with toy cars, watching the insects mill about in the dirt. When I turned to the porch, I frowned. My parents, who were observing my energetic activities, slowly began to fade out of sight. Letting a slight sigh slip through my lips, I walked into the house.

As I stepped into the foyer, I swore I could smell the freshly baked banana chocolate-chip muffins my mother so often made. Every Sunday she would make a batch for the family to share as we watched a movie together after dinner. Entering the living room, I saw it once again. We were watching some cheesy alien movie, laughing at each ridiculous twist and turn in the plot, each one making less sense than before. However, it was not the movie that caught my eye. The family that sat together on the sofa was slowly melting away, until there was only one remaining... Me, sitting alone on the couch. The misty vision continued laughing and grinning at the show, as though there was still a family alongside him. A sadness was falling over me as I stood, and ascended the stairs to the bedrooms.

I took my time, looking over each bedroom that dotted the top floor. Finally, I stopped in front of my old room. My parents had left it exactly the way it was when I left it to move into the larger room. As I grew older, this room had been getting too small for me, so I was given the spare bedroom for my teen years. Yet here, the original room remained, and again I saw myself within it. My mother was tucking me in, and telling me a bedtime story. We did this every night, I refused to sleep without hearing a story. As she finished telling the story, my heart sank. Yet again, she faded out of the picture, leaving my slumbering figure alone in the room, with no more stories to ever be told.

I admit, my parents and I had our differences between us as I grew older. We fought and argued constantly, and rarely got along. Because of this, we had not spoken since the day I moved out. Now, I find myself regretting my selfish actions with each memory I come across. I made my way out of my old home, a frown etched into my face. I could not even remember the last thing I said to them. It was likely something unpleasant.

As I took my last looks at the house I used to love, I saw myself once again. I was older in this memory, in my late teens, to early twenties. I had a suitcase in my hand, my belongings were packed within. My parents were watching with great sadness as I left without so much as a "goodbye." Finally, my parents disappeared once again, as they had before. I knew this would be the last time I saw their face. There were so many things I never had the chance to say, all because of some idiotic and brash behaviour as a teen, and a grudge that I held on to for years to come. I noticed my eyes were watering a little, as I felt something that I had not felt in a long time, longer than I could remember. I missed my parents.

"Goodbye," I whispered, and left the house I would never forget. I wish I could say it was still mine, that my parents were not gone, but they were. All that was left, was a house full of memories and twenty-five years I couldn't reclaim.

[DoughGuy]

Accepted Nyt!

[Jarms48]

Hey more peoples! Hello new people!

Some, um, Dough, when are we starting? :>

[DoughGuy]

lol. The main thing holding me up now is the map. I dont know whether to try and draw it in paint, by hand or this program I found. In addition work tonight followed by a party is gonna delay me a fair bit. I will do my best to have it up by Sunday evening at the very latest.

[Jarms48]

Ah, yes, the map. No rush my friend, no rush.

[Nytstalker]

Glad to hear I'm in. Even if I'm a little bit slow to post off the bat, considering the whole Hawaii thing, I'll be sure to read what is going on so I'm ready when I have time to post.

[DoughGuy]

Ok it took me forever (which is crap because its not much) but I finally made a city plan I like. Its not finished yet but it will give you an idea of the city's shape. The area around it is more urban and less populated so it probably won't come up. Its probably smaller than it should be to be realistic but I thin kit will be big enough for us.
http://i50.tinypic.com/s12tqh.png
I will also try to do more detailed maps for smaller areas you find.

[Bee Bear]

Nice map, man. Pretty damn cool.

Now I wonder when we can get started ... :orly:

[DoughGuy]

Stop pestering me XD
Nah hopefully I will have the map done tonight then I can get the IC done tomorrow.

[Bee Bear]

*pester, pester, pester*
That'd be nice. Can't wait to start, as you already know. :)

[Jarms48]

I'll hold her back Dough! *Grabs Bee*

I don't know how much time I can get you!

[DoughGuy]

*crawls into his corner and begins furiously scribbling*
I dont need too long Jarms, just hold on!

[Bee Bear]

Ehem. I won't pester him THAT much, really. And if I really want to bother him ... *evils* ... I can just take this to Skype. Nothing you can do to stop me there, Jarms.

[DoughGuy]

What do you mean you "could" take this to skype? What are you doing now if not bothering me XD

[Bee Bear]

Pff. I though I was HELPING you! That's the last time I lend you my brain ... *grumbles*

[DoughGuy]

Aw you were helping!

Also I've updated part of the important locations. I should have the rest and the map up tomorrow morning (there were a lot more than I thought O.o) and then I can finally work on the IC. For now enjoy whats there.

[Nytstalker]

:( well this all looks great, im pumped about the rp. The only issue I'm having is that itll be a few days before i can actually USE the laptop, so I'm posting from my phone...

[DoughGuy]

Ok the map is up as the last important locations for now. I may add some more later (like some well known city centre buildings) but for now work on the IC begins!

[Bee Bear]

Bitchin' map, dude. *yuppers*

[DoughGuy]

The IC is up! (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=42230&p=1400414#post1400414)

Don't worry about the time thing. That's purely for me to keep track of, you guys dont need to do anything similar.

[Nytstalker]

Will we be making a posting order of some sort for the rp, or will i kind of just be wait till everyone posts before youpost again?

[DoughGuy]

Right now everyone needs to get a post up before I post again. After that there probably wont be a posting order, it'll just be everyone posts once then I post.

[Nytstalker]

Got it :)

[DoughGuy]

Great post Nyt! That lock thing was damn clever.

On that note dont be afraid to get creative with the decay guys. I havent been in the best place recently so my creativity has suffered and I played the decay pretty generally. Get clever with what your characters see if you want.

[G]

This thread has been featured as roleplay of the week! (http://role-player.net/forum/site.php)

[Nytstalker]

Thanks Dough, I'm excited to toy around with it as much as I can. And that's sweet, the Roleplay of the Week thing!

[Awyas]

I'm about half way done with a post, but I'm about to leave so I'll definitely get it up later. :)

Edit- Alrighty guys, I posted! Tell me if I need to change anything.

[Galilani.]

I was wondering if I could still join? It seems pretty interesting.

Name: Alexandria (Alexia for short) Bennett

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Appearance: Alexandria has chin length, midnight black hair with severe bangs across her forehead. Her skin is very pale, her cheeks seemingly always having a pink blush to them. She has crystal blue, almond shaped eyes and she is about five feet; two inches tall. Her body is pretty toned and muscular. She has a light blue, long sleeved shirt on and black leggings, with white and blue tennis shoes. The tattoo/brand is on her right hip, the size of a quarter.

Personality: Alexandria is cynical and stubborn. Though she tries to put up a facade that she's a major badass, she is really compassionate. She isn't really street smart, she's book smart, but she likes to read a lot of How To books, meaning she has a wide variety of useful skills. She doesn't let anyone see her when she's vulnerable, and if by chance someone does, it irritates her and makes her slightly hostile towards that person.

Bio: Alexia grew up as an only child, it was just her and her mother. They moved around a lot until they finally settled in Erben. When she was 18 and just graduating high school, she went back to her apartment building and was just about to go inside when it collapsed. Her mother had been inside, and Alexandria searched in vain for her but she was nowhere to be found. This hardened Alexandria, though she tried to go back to a normal life, getting a job in the Erben Centre.

Equipment: Alexia, ever since her mother disappeared, has always carried a small pocket knife in case she had to protect herself.

Trivia: Through all her years in high school, Alexia was a gymnast, which is why her body is so muscular.

Writing Sample:
Guilia Do`Tetyle was an unusual creature. She was the first of her kind, what has since been called Valkyrhim. The hybrid of an Elyhim and a Valkyrie, giving her an eclectic arrangement of powers. Her average weight was that of five feet; seven inches, her raven tresses cascading down to the middle of her back. Thick, midnight black lashes framed intense ocean hues which glanced around the area in which she entered. Though, this changed when she was angry or in use of her powers. Her pupils turned to slits, her irises glowing a dark crimson color. Her flesh was bronzed, accentuating the muscles of her arms and calves, along with the midriff that was peeking out between her chest armor and her tight leather pants. Her eyes could barely be seen through the slits of her metal helmet, the structure having an angled, sharp line down past her jaw and sweeping up over her hair. Engraved in the hardened material was Eohl, the rune for protection, preventing her mind from being manipulated or tricked.

From the middle of her shoulder blades sprouted a pair of silver wings, with a span of ten feet, that had a solid, almost crystal appearance. They sparkled in the sun like one giant gem, unless in spectral form during battle, where Guilia allowed them to retract and disappear into her back. Tucked into a sheath at her left hip was her war hammer, something that had become almost like a second arm to her. One side was blunt, a block of iron that was stained brown with the dried blood of past victims. The other end curled up in a sharp blade, which she used to gouge eyes and penetrate skulls. The hilt was about a foot long, with the rune Ur for Strength etched into it, increasing the fatality of her blows. She had named it υπερηφάνεια, Greek for Pride.

On the opposite hip was her spear, κατάκτηση, or Conquest. It was in its folded position, the two blades curved away from each other with one bar on top that allowed her to wield it. The blades themselves were about a two feet long each, the handle itself only one. Her chest armor was open at the back, allowing for the expansion of her wings, closing low around her waist and wrapping around her stomach up to her neck and shoulders. Her forearms were protected with the same material bracers, allowing her to deflect sword strikes if necessary, the metal up to stopping before it reached her elbow to prevent it from hindering her movements. (Bit of an intro from a different character.)

[DoughGuy]

Good post Awyas!

I am still recruiting Gal. Your character looks great, welcome aboard!

[Galilani.]

Thank you. :)

[Awyas]

I have a question: Our characters are starting to see decay on other people. So, when the group forms, will they see decay on each other?

[Nytstalker]

Ii was thinking that the people who seemed to be unaffected tended to be the ones who could see it too. Just a thought, though.

[DoughGuy]

No one in the group has any decay on them.We're all "immune" to its effects.

[Jarms48]

Hopefully I should be able to get up a post sometime today. Depends on work schedule.

[DoughGuy]

Good post Jarms!

I'll have the GM post up at the very latest tomorrow night. Finally a day there shouldn't be too much drama/gaming/work to get in my way.

[Nytstalker]

Can't wait to read it :D

[DoughGuy]

Ok GM post is up. However some important things first.

The big one is the Daemons. I'll add the one Edward saw into the OP now. Its currently the only daemon anyone will see so dont use anything but it. Also while so far no one has seen any evidence of the decay the daemons are different. People can't see them but they can see the results of their actions. So people will panic and run as they see other randomly slaughtered.

Now the smaller one that is important enough to go in the OP. The mark of the cursed. Every person who can see the decay will, at midnight, have the mark of the curse branded upon them. This takes the form of a burning moon like the one in the banner. As you can probably tell the process hurts a lot but you dont have to fall unconscious afterwards, thats just a statement of Ed's body health. It can be as big or as little as you wish and you can choose where to place it on their body. Edward's is about the size of his back on his back but it could be the size of a penny/5 cent coin on your palm if you wanted. Please make sure you edit onto your CS where the mark is for my easy reference. Its an important thing for later on.

[Nytstalker]

Wow... That post was, uhh... Terrifying ._.

I really wanna post tonight, but I'm bagged. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'm definitely posting!

[Bee Bear]

Freaking awesome post, Dough. Freaking awesome. :worship:

(The only reason I'm not saying "fucking awesome" is because I'm afraid you might ban me seeing as you're a mod now and ... oh ... fudge ...)

[DoughGuy]

Thanks guys :thnx:

Just a thing I forgot to say the daemons aren't emerging from thin air or anything. They're coming out of the smaller pillars of fire. So if you want to see some daemons appearing you'll have to be close to a pillar.

[Nytstalker]

Alright, posted again! Man, this is so awesome already, I'm loving every post :D

[Bee Bear]

I know, right? XD Great post, Nyt.

[Nytstalker]

Just realised now that i should probably clarify on where Daniels mark is. It is burned into his left cheek, spanning from about the height of his eyebrow to his chin, and stretches from the beginning of his ear, to the corner of his mouth. Just saying incase I wasnt clear enough, which i dont think i was

[DoughGuy]

Just add that to your CS and it'll be fine Nyt.

God for some reason it has taken me till now to get read Nyt's post. Will read your soon Gal. Good post Nyt.

Just remember everyone the map's I post with the GM posts will show anything important. The current on shows all the Pillar locations so make sure you're located appropriately.

EDIT: OK Finally read them all. Good post Gal. Everyone is doing fine so far.

[Galilani.]

Thank you. :)

[Awyas]

Hey guys! Great posts everyone. C: I just wanted to warn you all that it may take me longer to post than usual because school is swamping me and I'm also working on my NaNoWriMo novel constantly. Sorry if this causes any problems!

[Nytstalker]

Of course, real life always comes first =) Just post when you can!

[DoughGuy]

Dont speak for me Nyt, real life is now excuse, post now! XD

Haha that's fine Awyas RL has a habit of getting in the way. Just post when you can :)

[Nytstalker]

Lol I was just saying that it didnt matter to me :P

[Jarms48]

I may have to drop from this, work and study are simply to busy at the moment. Sorry.

[Nytstalker]

That was quick XD

[DoughGuy]

Noooooooooooo Jarms!
You're welcome back if life ever calms down for you :)

[DoughGuy]

Ok I'll probably get a small post up tomorrow just to start getting the group together, wont be a GM post though. I'll wait for Awyas before posting one of them.

[Bee Bear]

Awwwww yeah. X3 Can't wait.

[DoughGuy]

Sorry won't be getting a post up today as promised. Stuff has come up.

[DoughGuy]

Ok short post but hopefully it can start getting us together.

[Nytstalker]

Woot! It was slowing down and I was getting worried.

EDIT: This isn't the marker to post again, right? We are waiting for everyone to post still?

[Awyas]

Oh man I feel horrible but I'm going to have to drop this. And roleplaying all together, for a while. I'm really sorry, I just have to focus on school, family, and my ever-demanding writing assignments. Hopefully I'll be able to come back soon! :C

[DoughGuy]

That's fine Awyas. Best of luck with life!

[Bee Bear]

Ah, I just saw this. Shame to see you go, Awyas. Good luck with everything.

[DoughGuy]

Oh thanks for reminding me about this Bee, forgot to say. My midsems have been on now guys so I havent had time to post. Tomorrow I should be done though so when I get home Ill try to get a post up.

[Nytstalker]

Alright, I'll be sure to stay up to date on this but I'm definitely not going to post anything like an ic post from my phone. I'll do what I can to get to a friends computer soon!

[DoughGuy]

Sorry for the wait guys, been giving Nyt some time to see if he can get online. Ill have a post up tomorrow.

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Sorry for the wait guys, been giving Nyt some time to see if he can get online. Ill have a post up tomorrow.

[Galilani.]

Sorry for the short post. I didn't want to assume Cath said anything, or tell what you guys were in the process of doing that wasn't in DoughGuy's post.

[guardianshadows]

Hi! Are you still accepting character sheets?

[DoughGuy]

That's fine Gal :)

Indeed we are Guardian. Just get the CS up so I can look it over. If you need any help just ask :)

[guardianshadows]

Name: Mykayla Hiraga
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-aY-Zz4W4TuIszlT_PnolCJGEEO6rxWhTCNuS1wVIAgQ5LHK50w

Personality: Mykayla is one of the quiet girls who does not really talk much. Being alone is one of her primary activities. She is socially awkward, unable to get a hint of even the most obvious signs that others would get almost instantly. Due to her silent nature, she is more of a listener than a speaker; all the same, she is known as one of those that people can talk to for a mediator, and, while still able to keep her tongue bitten, can be a slight bit opinionated. When she knows what she wants, she will do whatever it takes to get it.

Bio: Mykayla was born to Michal and Hileah Hiraga. Despite them both being joyful parents at the beginning, things slowly began to change. After Mykayla's birth, it seemed that the only thing that the two former-lovers could do was argue. Arguing led to alcohol, and the bottle soon turned into something worse.

Finally, Mykayla had enough. When she was old enough to leave, at the age of 17, she turned her back on the abusive home, heading out to seek her own fortune. Though it was difficult going, especially with her introvert nature, she finally came to the library, a place that seemed to welcome her silence and organizational skills.

It didn't take long for her to find solace where she was, to be able to relax and enjoy her stay -- or enjoy it as much as she could. Ever since her seventeenth birthday, she remained hidden in library, considering it her home.

Equipment: Mykayla had permission to live within the library, giving her a strong base in which to remain. During her younger years, she also learned martial arts, namely Aikido and Taekwondo, which she is willing to teach others, should they deserve it. Her years of reading and Wiccan-religion has given her the knowledge of wild plants and herbs, which ones are poisonous or healing.

Position of the Mark: She has the Mark right between her shoulder blades hidden from plain sight as she generally wears clothing that covers up her entire form, save her hands and face.

Trivia: She is a Wiccan who, honestly, does not trust people.

Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJE4Qqo3eEg

Writing Sample This is a one-shot from a different RP that I was a part of; it was a DragonBall Z RP so. :'D;;

"What are you doing, lazing around?" the sharp voice called into her mind. "You are supposed to be up, working, and training to get stronger. What are you doing, simply lying there on that bed like some sort of worthless piece of trash?"

The girl lifted her head up towards the voice, her face contorted in anger. "Why don't you go to hell and mind your own business?" she retorted, crossing her arms and laying them over her chest. She had this same argument with the elder male every single day. Aloysius was carefree at the best of times, but he was also very strict and pushy when it came to training and getting even more powerful. Why he even bothered, she couldn't've cared less, but there it was, him and his infuriating attitude.

"Because you are supposed to be the 'elite' ninja warrior!" he shouted back, narrowing his one good eye. "You are supposed to be training. You are supposed to be fighting. Don't forget, your friends need you, you idiot."

"Friends?" she snorted back, looking at the bed that she once held as her own back at the Ninja School. "Friends? What friends do I have, Aloysius, you bastard?"

"Krain. Have you forgotten about him? That cocky bastard, what's his name..? Ikki? Oh, and let's not forget about your fellow ninja. What about him? And that woman that you met, Sammi. We can't forget about her. And your leader, Bakara. You have plenty of friends that need you even if you refuse to see them."

Shaking her head, the young woman turned her gaze over to him. "Who are these people you keep blabbering about, Aloysius? I don't know any of them; surely you are just going crazy. Are you sure you haven't had too much sun get into your brain?"

"So you don't remember anything do you? You don't remember where you are?"

"...Where I am?" she scoffed. "I'm in my room, trying to catch a nap before I go out to train, and I'd have it too, if I didn't have an annoying bastard keep me awake the entire time!"

"If I didn't keep you awake... your body would die. This isn't where you are, Lorelai, Warrior of the Time Patrol."

"I'm not where I think I am?" she asked, her gaze widening incredulously at the other. "I don't know where I am?" she repeated once more. She reached down for one of the kunais she always had stashed beside her... but it was gone. All of her weapons weren't there.

She narrowed her eyes, turning her head towards the other. "Where did you put my weapons, you sorry coward?" Her voice was low, dangerous, dark, and angry. No one touched her weapons without dying for it. No one.

"I told you before, Lorelai Akimishi," he stated, sighing quietly. "You are not where you think you are. Try to think back, will you?"

Rolling her eyes, the woman shut her orbs of dark brown, envisioning what had happened within the past few weeks. She remembers training with two others -- must have been one of those practice drills that Sensei was always getting on their cases about. She remembered flying towards a place she had never seen before, feeling a strong amount of energy that felt as though it could crush her if she allowed it to do so.

And then... She remembered pain and panic. She had kept her cool and calm, keeping her emotions locked away, but she could feel the anger boiling through her as she saw the two that was with her get sent into the dirt, watched them get harmed time and time again. She could feel every punch, every blast, every kick that penetrated her skin and body, feel everything that had happened before.

Her eyes snapped open again, turning her face towards Aloysius. "What was that?" she asked quietly.

"That was what I keep telling you, Lorelai. You are in a coma back at the Time Patrol HeadQuarters. You are one of the last ones to heal, possibly due to your lack of control over Ki, which helped the others heal far quicker. You are skilled, but you are not skilled enough. You need to wake up."

That was easy for him to say, to tell her to wake up. Did that mean that he was nothing but a figment of her imagination too?
All she knew was that that didn't matter. What she did know was that she needed to wake up.

She stood up, feeling the wracking pain that seemed to come into her entire body, before feeling the sensation of cold...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The woman clenched her fist weakly to her side, balling up the clothing that was around her, her eyes opening. Lorelai Akimishi, injured as she was, was back and ready for action.

[DoughGuy]

haha you probably wanted spoilers for those. If you click the go advanced button sa you make a post you will see a box in the bottom right of everything that looks like an S on a blue background. That makes spoiler boxes for you. As for the link I'm not sure how to solve that sorry.

As for your char. All the PCs need to have the mark. Otherwise it'd simply be a burden on the other characters to protect you and if you ever got separated you'd die pretty quick so you'll need to change that. Writing sample is fine apart one thing thing everyone (and that includes me) does. Just watch out for your comma usage, you could cut back a bit and be fine.

So just change the part about the mark and I can accept you :)

[guardianshadows]

Edited!

:'D;; I went to the RPA Bulletin Board and /finally/ figured out how to make them. xD This site is alien to me. >_>

[DoughGuy]

haha that's good. You'll get used to it all in time.
And char accepted, welcome aboard!

As for finding the group in the IC you can join us now having found yourself near the pillar and just stumble upon the group.

[guardianshadows]

It's strange, that much is for certain; far different than the other site I'm constantly RPing on. All the same, I'm sure I will! I hope anyway.
Many thank yous, Doughy! I hope to make you proud with her character.

Alright; I'll whip up a post soon!

[DoughGuy]

No worries. If you've got any questions just ask!
Glad to help, looking forward to it :)

[guardianshadows]

Sorry for the short response; I keep getting distracted.

[Nytstalker]

Good news guys, my internet will be back up on Monday, I believe! I'll be sure to post the day it is up!

[DoughGuy]

Cant wait to have you back Nyt! I'll wait for you and Bee to get posts up before I post again.

Good post Guardian :)

[Bee Bear]

Oh yay, a new person - hiya Guardian :) - and Nyt's back. Excellent. :3

[guardianshadows]

O-Oh. Hi there, Bee-chan. Hi, Nyt-chan. Glad you get to come back, and thank you for the greetings!

[Galilani.]

Hello guardian! :) I'm Wiccan in real life, actually. :3 Blessed Be! )0(

[guardianshadows]

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You are?!?! That's so cool! Merry Meet and Blessed Be!

[Galilani.]

Permission to private message guardian?

[DoughGuy]

Are you asking me Gal? Course you can.

[guardianshadows]

Of course! Anytime!

[Nytstalker]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

IM FINALLY BACK!

There was a delay with the internet people coming, apparently they came and I was out so they postponed till this morning, but its DONE NOW! I'll get to work on a post very soon!

[DoughGuy]

WOOO good to have you back Nyt. Now post! XD

[guardianshadows]

Welcome back, Nyt!

[Nytstalker]

Ok, I'm so torn now! I have so many things I want to do involving internet XD Minecraft, League of Legends, RPA, DayZ, War Tunder, it's all too much! omfgrzy

[DoughGuy]

RPA comes first! XD

[Nytstalker]

Alright, I posted now! Man, it felt good to do that again!

[DoughGuy]

Hey guys I'll get a post up tomorrow night. Right now gotta make sure I focus on this report each night and cant spend too much time RPing.

[guardianshadows]

I have finals for the next week or so! I'll try to get in to write but if I cannot, please forgive me.

[DoughGuy]

That's fine Guardian. I know that feeling exactly XD

[DoughGuy]

Bit subpar of a post sorry but Im not in the best mood. Unless anyone has anything to do feel free to move into the house.

[DoughGuy]

Is anyone having problems posting?

[Nytstalker]

Oh, woops, somehow I managed to skip over the thread in my subscriptions. I'll work on a post soon!

[Bee Bear]

Aaand posted. Sorry it's so short. :>

[Nytstalker]

Bleh, that took way longer then I expected to get motivated to post. I haven't been posting in any thread nearly as much as before...

[Ace of Knaves]

Is this still recruiting if so, I am interested/. I'll only be able to join two RPs and I already joined the Shade RP. I work and tomorrow night will be able to make a sheet if you're still recruiting. Just as for now I am dead tired at 2 o'clock in the morning

[DoughGuy]

haha that's cool Hitch. Yes its still recruiting, look forward to your CS :)

Great posts from everyone else! Since Guardian said she can't post I'll work on a post tonight or tomorrow.

[Ace of Knaves]

All right Dough I will get started on a character

[DoughGuy]

Oh jeez sorry guys I forgot about this with everything going on! I'll try to have post up soon.

[Bee Bear]

You better. *stare*

[Nytstalker]

So, how's everybody doing? I'm getting a little worried about the rp, it's slowing down a lot.

[DoughGuy]

I know, thats my fault! Sorry guys. Today or tomorrow there will definitely be GM post.

[Nytstalker]

Not a problem, just checking in. I know you've got that essay thing, and I'm getting into the finals stage of my schooling as well. It's a busy time of year.

[DoughGuy]

Ok post is up. This will probably be the last one before a small timeskip to where the real RP will begin. Feel free to say anything, maybe talk a bit or a get a co-post. I'll post again within the week hopefully.

[Bee Bear]

Cool Dough!
*salutes*

[DoughGuy]

At ease soldier.

[Nytstalker]

Sorry about taking so long to post, finals are wearing me out right now. two more weeks, come on...