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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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In my newest and possibly most detailed RP idea yet, I have taken into consideration aspects of the board that intriuge RPer's and simmers alike:
1. The Weapon Master Tournment 2. Detailed Requirements for a opening post for added depth 3. A good story 4. Activity 5. A creative gimmick For the RP, I have done this much to interest serious RPers: The gimmick or creative twist to the story is that it relies on two basic factors: Personality and Croma. Croma is a lifeforce the ancient Incans beleived in which granted a sort or magical awareness and skills. Each person has some Croma in their body, though usually not near enough to make any contribution to their lives. However, there are those that have an abnormal amount of Croma in them. These people have strange skills, and they see the spirit world's existence as fact, not fiction. These adept people also have links between their personality and their Croma. It is written in a passage that magic is no more than one man's Chroma manifestated into a weapon. All Croma, however different due to their personality, can be manifested into a weapon that mirrors their personality. The idea behind this story is that the ancient wielders of the Croma are attempting to end existence and reshape it using their Croma. To do this, they must have annihlate any with high amounts of Croma. One weilder, known soley as Krotan, uses a Croma that allows him to summon shadows as his Croma. Shadow beasts and weapons come into his power. In the Wielder's attempts to destroy all other adepts, they have worked their way into the terrorist organizations that threaten world peace and have begun a worldwide panic. 5 years after World War III has started, few countries have established a sense of normality. Huge populations have been ravaged, and those with Croma are still alive, though in fewer numbers. The Wielders have begun mobilizing their own armies, attempting to attack the exposed adepts with raids and battles. Those who had contact with their Croma were the first to go, along with thousands of innocents. However, some young survivors have discovered their skills and are learning to weild it against their enemies. To stop the end of humanity, they must learn to control Croma and themselves to save what is left of society. If you wish to be involved in this RP, please listen to these requirements and respond with a post. 1. NO PICKING YOUR OWN WEAPONS. I myself am looking at personalities and choosing the weapons myself. Don't expect to see swords, though there may be exceptions. I am attempting to use odd and rarely known weapons, and weapons from all times, all styles, and types. Some might have magic, others weapons, others powers. My desicion decides. 2. Use your own personality. This will make it much more interesting. Otherwise, I will be bombarded with tons of either "honorable warriors" or just too many steryotypes. If you need help, just take one of the Qualillions of personality quizzes on the net. 3. I need a LOT of detail on the personality writeup. If you post less than three paragraphs (and I mean 5-8 sentences), I will not count you. 4. I want this to be fun and have creative input, so the starting area and circumstanses will be discussed by the participants and such. 5. If you post saying you want in on this, lack of activity will have your character killed. Make sure you can set aside a little bit of time at least once a week to post. If you post once and then never post in a month, you may die of AIDS contracted from a proboscis monkey. ^.^ 6. Also, If you read all of this, I commend you. You're smart. 7. Characters are only human. Unless you have a reason, no supernatural badassatude will be recognized. I don't want any maverick gods in this....please. Also, ONE CHARACTER only. Post under this criteria if you accept: Name: Age: (Keep it between 14-21, please) Family Relations: Personality and Background: (MUCHO INFORMATIONAO PLEASEASO) |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6625 days Last activity: 6514 days |
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Whoa, this IS a good idea. I like that personality idea, I've never seen that done before. Sign me up.
Name: Wiley Willows Age: 16 Family Relations: - Father: Noah Willows, an artist of little fame. His cartoons are published in numerous books, but no true monetary gain has come from these artistic side jobs. He has three children, and divorced from May Willows. See's his children on the weekends, and is in poor health due to an accident years ago, and his habitual drinking. - Mother: May Willows, Wiley's mother, with no spectacular or shining qualities. She served her role as mother good enough, but due to the outcome of her older children, has little faith in Wiley's future and thus, in essence, only cares for her own well being. - Sister: Mira Willows, Wiley's sister. A 19 year old student who goes to the local community college. She makes terribly reckless decisions for her life. The only reason to why she isn't disowned is because she shares the same blood as the Willows. - Brother: Miles Willows, Wiley's brother. A 21 year old student who goes to a state college and lives at home. Like Noah and Wiley, he has artistic ambitions as a writer and poet but is hindered by his depression. Is disliked by his mother because of his tendancy to be lazy and the fact that he is living at home at his age. Personality and background: Wiley Willows is a 15 year old male who was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, on May 1st, 1997. He grew up as a very, very quiet child, simply viewing the world through his pale blue eyes. But through those eyes he viewed more than the winding roads that took him to visit his father in New Orleans every other weekend, and his hearing was far beyond listening to the noise of the musicians on the corners of that very city's streets. Whatever these visions and noises were, he thought of them as normal. When the senses for these phenomena began to fade away around the age of ten, Wiley was concerned but never mentioned a word to anyone he knew about it. He continued his same quiet existance. Around the age of 13, though, Wiley was a slightly different person. Everything that came from his mouth either left someone in thought or in stitches. He had never forced this sort of reaction upon people, and he didn't really expect such from them either. He had a penchant for drawing, a skill from his father. They were nothing special to him; when he was fifteen the drawings, only then, showed some sort of skill to them. People noticed them and found them hilarious, disturbing. Wiley had an air to him that was, as many came to call it, "sleepy and whimsical". Another thing he never strode towards, but he found it was very appealing to him so he went along with it. He would talk about mythical figures, and talking animals, and the places in his head with the people that lived there. He would write it down, show it to someone, win some awards, and go on existing. He was gracious, but too modest for any sort of praise. Wiley was the person everybody wanted to see get stoned. But he never did any drugs, for reasons beyond his health and his clean record. He needed a pure imagination in order to feel truly fulfilled. Because of this, he forced himself to hang around friends who did the same, and sort of left him on the low end of the social scale. With the way he acted without realizing it though, he managed to make friends with everyone he met. He befriended those who were devestated, and depressed, and tried to shine some sort of friendly light into their life. He did, but one or two would become jealous. He said he didn't care, but deep down it bothered him. He didn't want to lose his position as "whimsical". He showed little emotion other than humor, and it kept him going. Wiley always appeared tired. His eyes were large and feminen, but had the dark bags of an older person. He was called a ghost boy by some because of his sickly pale skin, which was especially white when compared to some of his southern friends. He wasn't overweight, or thin, but a fairly healthy build. His hair grew in long curls that fell just below his ears. Even though he had a nice personality, he had never truely fallen in love with any of the girls his age. He didn't have a stereotype to fall under, and he seemed a bit too untamed for a relationship. Thats what he thought at least- if he had the spine to ask somebody out, he would have. Beneath the humor and imagination there was a person that did not know how to make up his mind. He was a procrastinator to a fault, and at times a bit too carefree. But at least he could keep people in good spirits, and could be relied upon for the little things. He was definetly not a leader of any kind because of these traits. At sixteen he was weary of the world around him. His thoughts and stories about magic and happiness were almost drowned by the terrors of the real world. World War Three had started, and millions had perished, people from his own town and country. He was no activist, but he felt bad. There was a large schism between the liberals and conservatives, and because he didn't like the conflicting views of either he fell into the crevasse, and found his true place in the world. The visions of his younger years came back. And then, he stumbled upon the ancient Incan belief of the Croma. Were the visions he had seen brought to him from the spirt world? Was this force inside of him what kept him from following any religion or true belief? Is it what he syphoned his creativity from? He didn't know. He knew he had it. He knew he could use this force against those who were trying to take it away from him. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1178 days Last activity: 1178 days |
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You so fucking rock. I've been waiting for something like this for a long time.
Name: Jake Morris Age: 20 Family: -Father: Adam Morris. A construction worker, Adam helped construction of the Chicago Government Skyscraper and is a publisher of his own magazine publication, "Chicago Nightlife", which outlines all the big to-dos in Chicago after daylight. He is 43, and in good health. -Mother: Sandra Gleason. Coming from a rich family, the Gleasons came into money via the stockmarket, and kept it for generations. To say that the family is well off is an understatement. She doesn't work, and has 2 kids. -Sister: Sera Morris. Aged at 17, Sera attends high school at Chicago Number 3 school, and ranks 17th in her class. She scores high marks, and is rather pretty, too, making her quite popular. Personality and background: Jake came from a rich family; rich meaning, everything was spoonfed to him. He relied on no one except for his parents, as they provided everything for him until the age of 18, when he was forced to get a job. In school, his marks were relatively low, due to apathy and laziness, as a result of him being provided for each day of his life. When he finally had to get a job, he worked at a clothing store in the stockroom, and only worked just hard enough to not get fired. Making about 12 dollars an hour, jake was happy, but got terrible hours, and quit after several months. He came in and out of jobs, joining and quitting in relatively the same fashion, until he had to go to college. While there, everything changed. Jake did very well in college, since no one was there to hold his hand anymore, and quickly realized that he'd never last 2 seconds with his current attitude. He never did drugs, so his brain stayed fresh and absorbant. Of course, he smoked sometimes, and drank at parties, but never in excess. He stayed smart and competant through college. Even during the ravages of war, he kept himself smothered in his books, frantically trying to study for his tests, not worrying or caring about the war. However, after one of his friends got killed in the strife, Jake opened his eyes, and saw the devestation around him, and realized the imminant danger. Soon after hearing the news, Jake started having odd dreams; dreams wherein he actually died, or revisted his childhood, and things like that. Now, being the Wiccan that he was, Jake believed in magic, and had heard of the Incan beliefs of the Croma, so undoubtedly, he made the connection relatively easily. In college, in his dorm room, with death looming like a shadow, Jake began to realize that his strange gift had awakened, and he could sense the energies flowing through him. Maybe he can make a difference in destiny after all, he thought. Maybe he isn't just a nobody, and can be someone that would be of some importance. The only way to find out, is to keep moving forward... |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5086 days Last activity: 1396 days |
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Yea, Cairoi and I have talked, I'm thinking, me and him will both overlook the personalities and how they unfold in order to design the weapons. I will do all I can to make this RP successful. Oh, BTW, Made female charrie male. Changed names.
Name- Leon Ballain. Age- 17 Family- Step-Father-- Jack Ballain, wealthy businessman, and World War III volunteer. He is currently MIA. His whereabouts are unknown. His life plan was to create a business and protect his family, both were acheived. It is unknown whether or not he is a POW, or KIA. Either way, after a certain number of years, he is going to be marked as dead, and a tombstone full of photos and memories will be buried in his bodies stead. Dana constantly worries aobut him, but he is nearly hated by Leon. Jack was a nice man, alive or dead, he was, or is, the best thing to happen to the family. Mother-- Dana Ballain, Trophy Wife. Her life was set out for her when she married Jack. She earned an easy ticket for life from the man she loves. Leon gets his good looks from his father, but his sensitive side, and overal personality from his mother. This woman was not expecting to fall in love so quickly, and having a two-year old child did not help. But fall she did, and now she suffered the consequences of love. Sister-- Christie Ballain, spitting image of her mother, Favorite child. Clocking in at age 14, this little joy child was Dana and Jack's only child together. And was raised and spoiled by the wealth of Jack's major enterprise. She is mischevious at heart, and loves to party. At his young age she is already getting into alcohol and drugs, not to mention sex. What a waste of potential. Personality- Leon has a strong sense of morals. He constantly uses his good qualities of intelligence and wit to his advantage in everyday life. He has a good sense of humor but is frequently troubled by his problems. Few of his friends ever know of such troubles, they all believe that he is just a happy go lucky, nonchalant or uncaring person. Just what he wants them to think. What good are people for solving problems anyway, all they do is complicate things and try to interfere. He has has many relationships, but most of them were almost meaningless after the fact, during the time he was entirely devoted to them. Him cheating on a girl was about as probable as the sun exploding tommorrow and humanity going on living on this planet for the rest of time. Leon enjoys making fun of people, it is a part of his humor. He is very artsy, and greatly enjoys doing absolutely nothing. A procrastinator, there are very few high-school papers that have been turned in on time. In fact, nearly everything he does is dilatory. To say the least he has a strange sense of style, but dresses well, and sophisticated for his age. He was quite possibly born in the wrong time period, with his interest in music, consisting of bands where one(if not all) of the members is deceased. He has a strange obsession with knives, swords, and fire. Owning many lighters, many swords and many knives, feeds his obsession, but he comes home with a new one every other week or so. People find him strange and his family does not like the fact that he usually wears black, but that's their fault and a damn shame too. (Last edited by Xeios on 01-20-06 06:54 PM) |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 112 days Last activity: 112 days |
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Hmn, I gotta give this a try.
Name: Kaylee Cambell Age:21 Family Relations: Father: Malcolm Cambell- A retired military pilot with an obsession for Chinese culture and literature. Eccentric as he is, he has always been a good father to Kaylee and encouraged her to go after her dreams. When the war broke out he felt guilty that he was too old to be any use and took to drinking, leading to fights with Rebekah. Mother: Rebekah Cambell- A loving woman with decent artistic talent, she did her best to make sure that her daughter had the best they could afford growing up. It wasn't much, but it was better than what she had. She owned a small bookstore, which got Kaylee started in her own obsessions. The recent spur of fights with Malcolm over his drinking have lead to a decline in her health, which causes both her daughter and husband no end of worry. Personality and background: The only child of a generally loving family from Los Angeles, Kaylee has a friendly disposition and always does her best to help out those that she calls her friends. She's often found with a book of some kind in her hands, usually a fantasy novel or D&D book. When her father started drinking she began playing RPGs to take her mind off it, and it worked well. She's always had a very vivid imagination and is prone to daydreaming. It caused a bit of trouble during her early school days when she would drift off during her math lessons wishing that a genie would appear to do her work for her. She does well in school for the most part though. Gratuated in the top 30% of her class in high school and has been on the Dean's List every semester at her college. She recently switched her major to History from Biology because the subject was losing it's fun to her. Once things are no longer fun to Kaylee she generally gives them up. She is easily discouraged in that reguard, thinking hard things to be often impossible to beat, or causing too much trouble to others. Most often it shows itself as a self-sacrificing politeness towards others. Kaylee has, or rather had, a loving boyfriend named John. He was recruited to fight in the war and recent came up as MIA. They were planning on getting married when he returned, but now she has no idea if he is even alive or not and it plauges her. Often she wakes up at night calling out his name and then crying herself back to sleep. She remains strong for him, and is willing to do anything to find out if he is okay. |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1567 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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Pretty sweet idea you have here.
-------------------------- Name: Natalie Blair Age: 17 Family Relations: Mother: Carey Blair--A woman who was strong in more ways than one. She never had a problem telling anyone what she thought and in her high school years, wouldn't think twice about backing herself up with her fists. She met Natalie's father sometime during her senior year of high school. By June they were dating and by August they broke up. Natalie was born that following May. Being a young mother, Carey wasn't around as much for years, but when she was, the woman was strict. Now, she and Natalie share a friendly relationship with a few clashes here and there. Carey works at a lumber store as a cashier and runs the front end. She works alot, but still manages to see Natalie more than when she was younger. Father: Daniel Black--Since before Natalie was even thought of, alcohol consumed this man's life. Natalie grew up afraid of the man and now simply despises him. She puts up with him however, to see her younger sisters once in a while. Natalie knows little about him except the fact that he works, lives quite nicely and ensures that her younger sisters to as well. Otherwise, all she carries are unwanted memories of him and his alcohol addiction. Sisters: Natalie has four younger sisters, ages 3, 4, 14, and 16. The four-year-old is the spitting image of Natalie, and they both look like their father. The other girls look just like their mothers. Natalie doesn't see them as often as she'd like, but she always checks up on them to make sure they have everything they need and the older two are keeping up with school. ------------------------------- Meh...I'll post more later. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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To hold you off while I try to figure out appropiate weapons for you (Spare me, I've also got finals to study for) Here's the opening to the diary of my character, which will be added at the top of my every post. Just to make things more interesting and more novel-like...
Journal of John: Introduction I’m trying to think of how this all started. It was mostly all a blur, a blur of fear and violence. It was…5 years ago, an awfully long time ago. I’ll try to recall it so that you understand where I’m coming from, how this happened to me, and what became of it. I don’t know if it’s interesting, amazing, boring…All I know is that it’s the truth… It all started 5 years ago, in a little town called Bensalem, PA, I was a 12 year old kid, watching the outbreak of World War III in my classroom. Everyone was scared, I didn’t understand why they made such a big deal about it. From what the teachers taught us, there hasn’t been a battle on American soil since the Civil War. The war’ll stay in Africa like it is now, and nothing big will come of it. How wrong I was. One month into the fighting, we were taken to shelters. I was sticking close to my friends, joking the whole time like a 12 year old does. I kept laughing until the bombs fell. We were huddled in a small bomb shelter, along with some of our teachers and parents. Kids were crying for their parents, wailing even. The teachers assured them they’d had bomb shelters to go to as well. We were forced to sit in the silent, dark little place, hoping to whatever deity there may be to spare us. It worked. To some degree. The whole country was ravaged by this war. For 4 years, I was an obedient little sheep, knowing better to listen to the teachers when they said shelter. However, I kept thinking that the war had been started for such a stupid reason. I mean, Africa wasn’t worth this much chaos. Why did China and its allies want it so badly? Well, for whatever reason, the war trudged on, and the lingering fear hung over all of us. During these days, people somehow managed to build a façade of normality. I went on dates, watched movies, hung out with friends. But we all knew it wasn’t normal. One day, I was in the library, trying to hide from the inspection agency. They searched for suspicious people and would jail you if you broke one code. I had a knife on me for personal protection unless they tried to invade again, so I could fight. I could be jailed for years for that. Anyway, I was hiding behind a bookcase containing things on ancient Mayan beliefs. I accidentally knocked a book down. The cover was so curious, it called to me. It said…”CROMA: The Mayan Life Force”. For some reason, I picked it up and skimmed through it. I was fascinated. They described this energy that had flowed through me as though they felt it too. Maybe…maybe this is why I always had weird dreams and visions, and I could see things and make things. This was the answer to the subliminal questions that had haunted me since I was 9…Croma. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5086 days Last activity: 1396 days |
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To add a little flair, a differentiation, or alternative storylines, I will post a diary-like post such as that. Just to make things more interesting, and to help with this personality weapons thing.
Journal of Leon Being of the Upper Class if difficult. You must fit in, though you will never truly fit in. To fit in, you would need to be a below middle-class, 5 member family, living in row homes or sometimes no homes at all. Thats what was changed in this war.Lower-Middle Class people used to have houses, now, they live in shacks, or the government provided war shelters.World War Three. Sad how the world could have three wars to end all wars. But, how horribly true is the nature of humanity. I kid you not, this war has been much easier on me than on most of the world. Our bomb shelter is basically a mansion in it's own. And Mother won't allow anyone in. I've snuck some in. She hasn't found out yet. She's surprised at how skinny I am, what with how much food she thinks I eat all the time. Im not eating though. I feed them. If I eat, it is when under watch from mother, or when I need to lest I pass out. These times are so cruel. How can she expect me to live like her, like sister. Father went and died for his country. Or as they tell us, he went missing for his country. Doesn't matter, I hate him. I hate them all. I've run away too often. They don't let me have the key to my window anymore. So I break the window and leave. They think they are doing what's best for me, but I am the one that they don't need to pay attention to. Christie, the little whore. Mother's daughter, had a pregnacy scare already, and only fourteen. But, since she's Jack's, she is favored. So, the war, the one which everyone feared, the one which everyone is feeling pain for, and the one which shouldn't have happened, occured, and I'm glad. I don't hear father's bitching no more, mother stays away crying, and sister gets to have sex with every boy she meets. Fine by me, all is right with the world. 'The Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous;' so glamorous, so stressful, so misconcepted. I remember that day, everyone cried, I laughed. Twelve years old and I thought it was hysterical. Father had a determined look on his face, and set of to serve his country. Fat lot of good that did him, he's dead, or since a negative outlook is so hated in this country, 'MIA.' What bullshit, he's dead and they know it, they just don't want the media to have a field day with all the MIA's that are truly KIA's. They want to make the world happy, they want to boost our morale, make other's think that there are loads of people who aren't dying. My life has never been the same since that day. It has changed for the better. I'm seventeen, to be Eighteen in two weeks. And the first thing I'm doing, is moving out. Buying the biggest sword I can, and getting into an 'X' Rated movie, why? Because I can. Because when the world ends, I wanna say 'here I am, there's my life, I lived it to the fullest!' I take no regrets in this world. Though, I'm safe enough to not use drugs, smoke, or drink. I don't want to spend what little life I will most likely have in a jail cell. But I was reading online the other day, and something hit me. I like to live in a fantasy world, but I felt some strong pull to this one game. It had to deal with Chroma, an ancient art of energy control. Something with premonitions, visions, uncanny abilities. I noticed them more frequently with age. It was so strange how it was almost exactly what I felt, almost exactly what I was... This Chroma, could be ther reason of why I am what I am...Or how... |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1567 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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Alrighty...Ima add the personality and stuffers now...
Personality and Background: Natalie is an odd combination of both of her parents, as well as being her own person. The girl can be both femenine and tomboyish, and often both at the same time. At the age of 5, she got into ice hockey. It wasn't a big deal at first until she was about 8. That was when she was given a position that would last all throughout her hockey years. Right from the start, Natalie was breaking records in each age group her team was in at the time, as a goalie. Even though that was her true passion, her mother also forced her to get into things such as dance and eventually the choir once she started school. That led to her to singing at a lot of functions in high school, as well as the school plays. Even though it wasn't hockey, Natalie grew to enjoy these activities as well and excelled at them just as much as she did hockey. She is quiet and reserved at first, but usually gets comfortable around someone very quickly. This has proven to be a great asset to her personality, as well as a flaw. Natalie also has a passion for art an music. However, being a mediocre artist, she is much more comfortable carrying her violin bow in her right hand rather than a pencil. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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Alright, so we all know, only I am posting the diary thing. Xeios just just misunderstanding. Also, I am not choosing my own weapon. I will leave it to the RPers to decide, and maturity is a plus.
Name: John Mark Age: 17 Appearance: Relatively thin build but was denser in childhood, John stands at about 6'1". He has brown haitr to the bottom of his shoulders, uncut in a year or so. He parts it in the middel so his face is visible, a habit his parents inflicted upon him. However, he has no qualms with the long bangs in his face. He has a "cute" face as some of his female friends have stated, though he's not Brad Bitt. He's an enimgma in that he oftens looks energetic and exhausted at the same time, disorting other's views of him. Personality: John is quite hard to summarize. When his friends were pressed to describe him, they would either say funny, smart, cool, or annoying. He's a jokester, but he has a deep, serious side few of his friends see. He acts not near as smart as he is, and his closer friends would never say he was stupid. John is always cautious of his surroundings. When he meets someone new, everything about him tests that person. If the person comments on his hair, he knows they are shallow. He acts quiet around new people unless he knows he's going to spend a long time with them. Then he is his normal clowny self. The boy has a brooding intelligence that festers below the surface. He is adept in almost anything he tries to the degree he can excel, but he is not cocky. In fact, people have called him humble to a fault. He often is too generous and acts as though he does not thing highly of himself. He knows how much better he can be and it has affected his psyche. John has banished his material want and cares only for people. While he still plays video games like the rest of the world did, he cares mainly about others and would die protecting them. He often thinks about his death, but in no way is he pessimistic. He just knows he will not live forever, and so he sees the light and shadow of every situation. Music plays a part in John's life as he plays the guitar, bass guitar, and writes his own songs. However, since the war broke out, he hasn't thought a lot about writing music. Family: Father-A warmhearted, partygoing old man with a sense of humour that could affect anyone. He also is quite intelligent, but he has since left behind hope of utilizing his hidden intelligence to raise his family. He worked as a contruction worker for some time. Mother-Hardworking like all housewives, her weapon of choice is thew guilt trip. She feels her sons never help her and is very strict. Also has a soft side for country music. Two Brothers-These two are choatic to the point it could drive one insane. One knows a plethora of facts so large it puts many college students to shame. The other is a powerhouse of child youth and enjoys physically harming others, though he is a happy kind person. They both look up to their brother though they pester him constantly. |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 112 days Last activity: 112 days |
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Oh yeah, further information on Kaylee:
She is a bit of a tomboy, never really liked wearing dresses or anything like that because it got in the way of climbing trees or playing like she was a ninja. She likes loose clothing, though occationally wears "girly" things when the mood hits her. When she's not gaming, reading, or studying she's usually writing poems or short stories while listening to metal music. True to the tomboy nature, she loves heavy guitars and drums... though she does have a soft spot for the occational pop song, though she does her best to keep it a secret. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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Weapons, so far: (Credit for help goes to J. Literal, Clockworkz, and Xeios)
-John Mark: Rapier, because of his adept skills and deft of hand. -J. Literal -Wiley Willows: Familiar, which is fairly restricted in the beginning, but as time elapses, will be able to transform into many different shapes and sizes as Wiley's Croma reserves grow. Jake Morris: Crystalis Arm, a crystalis of Croma formed onto hand that releases blasts of Croma. As time will pass, ammo capacity and different methods of firing types will arrive. Starting will be: Single shots. Eventually, Crystalis will grow and be able to conjur blasts in machinegun rapidity or bazooka-like quantities. -Leon Ballain: Rage Flame, where Leon's body has such an adapation to fire due to constant exposure and Croma mutation he has an immunity to heat and flame as well as the ability to engulf his hands in flame, as they are the center points of his Croma. Because his Croma can be made into actual fire, he can eventually absorb flames as a way to enhance life force and Croma, and become faster and stronger. -Kaylee Campbell: Snap Arrows. Using her Croma to enhance her vision and the rest to infuse an ordinary bow into a deadly Croma one, she is able to make pinpointing arrows of deadly accuracy and grim power. As time progresses, her accuracy will become frightening as well as the power of her arrows. -Natalie Blair: ~coming soon~ (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-04-06 11:47 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5086 days Last activity: 1396 days |
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So I was watching Seven the other day and I noticed something. Our characters are attacked to the deadly sins...
Wiley -> Sloth Leon -> Wrath John -> Pride Kaylee ->Lust Natalie -> Envy Jake -> Greed Wiley's Familiar -> Gluttony. This was a frightening connection I made. Thoughts, etc... |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1567 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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'splain please. I dun see it. | |||
Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5086 days Last activity: 1396 days |
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Wiley's character is meant to be lazy, thus sloth. Besides he doesn't really actually fight, he would more or less use his familiar to fight.
Me, Anger, when I do get angry, run... John, just from knowing him personally, he is a very proud person, and he does not enjoy his pride being put down or anything of that sort. Kaylee, she has had a long and loving boyfriend, who she misses him, and his touch, etc. She longs for him. Natalie, She seems to be envious of others, wanting to take on their carefree life, and knowing you, I think thats the sort of impression I get from you. You would rather have someone elses life instead of yours, with how your family has been. Jake, his character is rich, and he seems to enjoy every moment of it. He seems like the type to not help those in need by using money because, it's his money. And wiley's familiar was thrown in there because as Wiley's chroma grows t becomes more powerful, like it's eating all of his power... Oh, please no one be offended by what I'm saying, I'm just saying it as a mere thought and my opinion. |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1567 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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No offense taken. Just pretty nifty observations there. And considering I know John and you personally, and myself...you pretty much nailed it. :p
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1178 days Last activity: 1178 days |
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You ass. XD
I've kinda been pushed out of the picture, I think... I'll try to get back in after all my homework's done. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6625 days Last activity: 6514 days |
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Whoa. That's an awesome connection there. Definetly got my character right. Especially the thing about the familiar, I was starting to think the same thing myself...
Maybe those can be worked in somehow... like, those could be each characters weakness? |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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To all interested, I've decided to implement Xeios' little observation. ^.^ Watch carefully.
Here's some background on the seven sins for you. http://deadlysins.com/sins/index.htm Associations with demons In 1589, Peter Binsfeld paired each of the deadly sins with a demon, who tempted people by means of the associated sin. According to Binsfeld's classification of demons, the pairings are as follows: Lucifer: Pride Mammon: Greed Asmodeus: Lust Leviathan: Envy Beelzebub: Gluttony (lord of the flies) Satan: Wrath Belphegor: Sloth (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-28-06 06:19 PM) |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 112 days Last activity: 112 days |
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Aren't Satan and Lucifer the same person? Meh... it's a rough interpretation for Kaylee with how I see it, but then again I suppose I have a narrow view of Lust. It's kinda trippy that you noticed that though... but cool. |
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