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[sarcasteil]

Larkflight Soccer Academy

To your right you see maple and oak trees, with their reddish-yellow leaves fluttering by. On your left a vast blue lake, with it's water crystal clear. Not much longer your car approaches a large, gold-colored gate. On top of the gate had a crest. There was a lark on top, a soccer ball in the middle with two swords making an X-shape behind the ball. On the bottom featured two olive leaves and "Larkflight Soccer Academy" in gold letters.
Your car stopped in front of the big school building. You were greeted by a middle-aged man as you got out to get your suitcase.
"Hello.'' He said. "Welcome to Larkflight Soccer Academy."

I need a new name for the RP! Visit the thread and vote on the poll! Don't forget to sign up =D

[Noel]

Nameless Subjects, semi literate

You belong to us, you are no one anymore.

Twenty years you suffered. Twenty years ago you just had to be one of them, a child with the newfound type AC blood. You were rare, one in thousands was like you. You were rounded up like cattle, torn out of the arms off families all too happy to let you go for money. Apparently those of you with type AC blood were literally explosive; walking bombs, as the government put it.

Everyone one of you was taken out to a open plain, shot, and killed.

That was what they told the people, that was all a lie. The explosions were fake, made with actual bombs. Type ACs aren't explosive at all. They have something else, refereed to as 'potential' by those who took you. And the truth is that you did not die, twenty years ago. Your bodies were found, yes. They are not fakes, everyone believed it. But, as they were vaporized by the city as to prevent 'explosions', no one saw the truth; every single body was missing a brain.

Your brain was implanted into a artificially grown body, one at about the age you were. Even though twenty years have passed, you look and act no older; the body stopped growing once you were placed in it, and your mind doesn't grow as well. For twenty long years, you have been tested, and you were changed. Your new bodies, made with grown cells and your rare AC blood and mind, have powers beyond what anyone else knows. Some child began to manipulate fire, some began to hear others' thoughts, some could walk right through a wall. AC blood was a miracle gift.

But you hated this life. Being tested constantly, with no freedom, no identity. When the transfer happened from your first body to your second, grown one, you forgot nearly everything and the memories haven't come back. Even your name you had to pick. But you want to leave, seek your own life and old identity.

One boy, a small child by name of Ren who is one of you, is offering a way. The message was whispered through door cracks, in the hallways, written on scraps of paper: I can get us out.

[alokesti]

♥♥Gustclan♥♥

[SamhokuFoopets]

Plot: You are either Immortal or Human. I will give two plots. One for the Immortals and one for the Humans. READ BOTH PLEASE.

Human Plot: You are walking in the state of New York. You see people coming out of old buildings, forts, like Revolutionary forts. You wonder why they are old fashioned dressed. You think for a minute they are part of the demonstration until they start speaking to you. You either give them a place to stay and educate them or you flee from them.

Immortal Plot: You just woke up from a deep sleep. When you walk out of the fort everything is different.....Nothing is the same anymore. Planes, cars, trains, everything is new. Your horses are gone....you cant find them. But they will come to you as they are immortal as well. A human finds you......What will you do?

Rules
1. All of Tesses Rules
2. One Immortal and One Human each
3. You characters cannot be married or have crushes on each other.
4. One female and One males each
5. This is Semi Lit to Non literate.
6. Please do not go more then 2 pages without me.

The Sign Up

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    Full Name:
    Nickname:
    Age:
    Gender:
    Human/Immortal:
    Siblings:
    Horses Name (If Immortal):
    Personality:
    Looks (Description):
    Looks (Pic):
    Tattoos, body piercings, ect:

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Maxwell
-Star

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1187387-The RPG

[Mag.Stars]

http://mlp-fim-rp.chatango.com/

[alokesti]

♥♥Gustclan♥♥

[jormungandr]

Sentenced to death

Your Hard Sentence awaits you....


Plot;
you broke the rules and now practucaly sentinced to death. the Capital police (CAP) caught you stealing and pickpocketing and know you are banished and moved to a small town called Sensiel. For some reason, this town uses medi-eval type thing like bows and swords for the Capital Goverment (CGT) banned anything futuristic there. life is hard as hardly any food is in this town, so you decide to break the rules again, your going to hunt, do anything to feed yourself. but something is out there, you didnt. know about and it could change your life...

Join now! follow this link
viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1200593

[eden .]

GRAY
HAS NOT STARTED YET.

ғιrѕт cαмe revolυтιoɴαrιeѕ. polιтιcαl
pαrтιeѕ proмιѕιɴɢ redeмpтιoɴ, revιvαl,
αɴd reтrιвυтιoɴ ғor тнe crιмeѕ тнαт yoυr
ɢoverɴмeɴтнαѕ coммιттed αɢαιɴѕт yoυr
coυɴтry. eхυвerαɴт, нopeғυl, ѕυpporт
projecтѕ тнιѕ pαrтy ιɴтo тнe
leαderѕнιp poѕιтιoɴ. тнe ғιrѕт ѕтep ιѕ
doɴe.
ɴeхт cαмe тнe cιvιl wαr, α
deep ғιѕѕυre αcroѕѕ yoυr вeαυтιғυl
мoтнerlαɴd reɴderιɴɢ ιт ιɴ тwo. oɴe
мαɴ roѕe тo тнe тop. нe clαιмѕ нιѕ
rιɢнтғυl ѕeαт oғ power. нe reιɢɴѕ.
тнeɴ coмe тнe pυrɢeѕ:
тнe нorrιғιc αɴd тerrιвle тнreαт тнαт
нυɴɢ over тнe нeαdѕ oғ eveɴ тнe мoѕт
dιѕтιɴɢυιѕнed αɴd well-ĸɴowɴ
ιɴdιvιdυαlѕ oғ тнe ѕтαтe υɴder тнe
power oғ α мαdмαɴ. ɴo oɴe wαѕ ѕαғe
ғroм нιѕ ғιcĸle pαrαɴoια. oɴe мorɴιɴɢ
yoυ leαve ғor worĸ, αɴd тнαт ѕαмe
αғтerɴooɴ yoυr ɴeιɢнвorѕ αre ɢoɴe.
dιѕαppeαred. ғαceѕ oғ ғαмed edυcαтorѕ,
ɢeɴerαlѕ, polιтιcιαɴѕ ғαde ғroм
eхιѕтeɴce. people dιѕαppeαr αroυɴd yoυ
αɴd αѕ yoυ ɢlαɴce oυт yoυr wιɴdowѕ αт
тнe vαcαɴт ɴeιɢнвorнood αroυɴd yoυ,
нow cαɴ yoυ нelp вυт woɴder, "αм ι ɴeхт?"

тнe pιcтυre-perғecт, eхeмplαry ѕpecιмeɴ oғ wнαт α ѕocιeтy ѕнoυld вe. ғαιr. jυѕт. wιтнoυт ғαмιɴe, wιтнoυт wαr, wιтнoυт prejυdιce. everyтнιɴɢ ιѕ ιɴ тнe нαɴdѕ oғ тнe people. тнere αre ɴo clαѕѕ тeɴѕιoɴѕ. тнere αre ɴo clαѕѕ dιғғereɴceѕ. yoυ αre αll oɴe ιɴ тнe ѕαмe. α ɢreαт eмpιre, тнe eɴvy oғ αll тнoѕe тнαт ѕυrroυɴd ιт. ιт eхpαɴdѕ, ιт ɢrowѕ ιɴ rιcнeѕ. ɴoтнιɴɢ oυтѕιde ιтѕ вorderѕ coυld нope тo crιpple ιт. тнere ιт ѕтαɴdѕ, α ɢreαт αɴd powerғυl ĸιɴɢdoм мαтcнιɴɢ тнe ɢrαɴdeυr oғ roмe ιтѕelғ.

вυт eveɴ roмe нαd αɴ eɴd. ιт ιѕ тнe cycle oғ eмpιreѕ. тнey rιѕe, тнey peαĸ, тнey ғαll, αɴd тнey rιѕe αɢαιɴ. ѕo wнy ιѕ ιт тнey clιɴɢ ѕo deѕperαтely тo тнeιr ѕeαтѕ oғ power? вecαυѕe leɢιтιмαcy ιѕ нαrd тo ғιɴd. ιт ιѕ нαrd тo ĸeep. eveɴ wιтн ιмpreɢɴαвle wαllѕ, crιpplιɴɢ cιvιl rιoтѕ rυғғle тнe eмpιre'ѕ oтнerwιѕe cryѕтαllιɴe ѕυrғαce. wнιѕperѕ oғ rιoтѕ, rυмorѕ oғ lιeѕ ѕɴυғғed oυт, weeded oυт вy тнe ɢoverɴмeɴт. вυт тнey cαɴ oɴly do ѕo мυcн αloɴe. тнυѕ, тнey cαll υpoɴ α ѕecreт ѕervιce ғorce. αɴ elιтe вαɴd oғ ѕecreт polιce pαтrollιɴɢ ιɴ вroαd dαylιɢнт, ѕeeĸιɴɢ, ѕeαrcнιɴɢ, deѕтroyιɴɢ. ιѕ тнeιr eхιѕтeɴce ever ғorмαlly αɴɴoυɴced? ɴo. ιѕ тнeιr eхιѕтeɴce wιdely ĸɴowɴ вy тнe pυвlιc? oғ coυrѕe тнey αre. ιт'ѕ α coмpleтe мιlιтαry тoтαlιтαrιαɴ ɢoverɴмeɴт. тerrιғyιɴɢ ιѕ wнαт ιт ιѕ. ѕтreѕѕғυl. υɴѕυѕтαιɴαвle.

ѕo wнαт αre yoυ αllowed тo do? αɴyтнιɴɢ, αѕ loɴɢ αѕ ιт'ѕ wιтнιɴ тнe coɴғιɴeѕ oғ тнe rυleѕ. oғ coυrѕe yoυ мαy нαve ғree ѕpeecн. нowever, тнere мυѕт вe ɴo нereѕαy αɢαιɴѕт ɢoverɴмeɴт polιcιeѕ. тнe ғreedoм oғ preѕѕ ιѕ αɴ υɴѕpoĸeɴ, αɢreed υpoɴ rιɢнт. тнere jυѕт ɴeedѕ тo вe ɴo crιтιqυeѕ oғ тнe ѕтαтe oғ тнe eмpιre. pυrѕυιт oғ oɴe'ѕ owɴ ιɴтereѕтѕ αre eɴcoυrαɢed, ѕo loɴɢ αѕ тнey coɴтrιвυтe ѕιɢɴιғιcαɴтly тo тнe ɢreαтer popυlαтιoɴ. ғαrмerѕ, ғor eхαмple, αre woɴderғυl worĸerѕ, αѕ αre ѕoldιerѕ. pαιɴтerѕ, wrιтerѕ, αrтιѕαɴѕ, нowever, нαve lιттle coɴтrιвυтιoɴ тo ѕocιeтy. we αre α ɢrαcιoυѕ αɴd ғαιr ѕтαтe. we woυld ɴever тαĸe yoυr rιɢнтѕ ғroм yoυ. do ɴoт coɴcerɴ yoυrѕelғ wιтн тнe oυтѕιde world. нere, ιɴ тнe cαpιтol oғ oυr ѕнιɴιɴɢ eмpιre, yoυ αre ѕαғe. yoυ αre ғree. yoυ αre welcoмe αɴd eɴcoυrαɢed тo do αɴyтнιɴɢ тнαт yoυ wιѕн. αll we αѕĸ ιɴ reтυrɴ ιѕ reмeмвrαɴce oғ wнo ɢιveѕ тнeѕe prιvιleɢeѕ тo yoυ.

reмeмвer: we wιll αlwαyѕ wαтcн over yoυ.

[Noel]

Nameless Subjects, semi literate

You belong to us, you are no one anymore.

Twenty years you suffered. Twenty years ago you just had to be one of them, a child with the newfound type AC blood. You were rare, one in thousands was like you. You were rounded up like cattle, torn out of the arms off families all too happy to let you go for money. Apparently those of you with type AC blood were literally explosive; walking bombs, as the government put it.

Everyone one of you was taken out to a open plain, shot, and killed.

That was what they told the people, that was all a lie. The explosions were fake, made with actual bombs. Type ACs aren't explosive at all. They have something else, refereed to as 'potential' by those who took you. And the truth is that you did not die, twenty years ago. Your bodies were found, yes. They are not fakes, everyone believed it. But, as they were vaporized by the city as to prevent 'explosions', no one saw the truth; every single body was missing a brain.

Your brain was implanted into a artificially grown body, one at about the age you were. Even though twenty years have passed, you look and act no older; the body stopped growing once you were placed in it, and your mind doesn't grow as well. For twenty long years, you have been tested, and you were changed. Your new bodies, made with grown cells and your rare AC blood and mind, have powers beyond what anyone else knows. Some child began to manipulate fire, some began to hear others' thoughts, some could walk right through a wall. AC blood was a miracle gift.

But you hated this life. Being tested constantly, with no freedom, no identity. When the transfer happened from your first body to your second, grown one, you forgot nearly everything and the memories haven't come back. Even your name you had to pick. But you want to leave, seek your own life and old identity.

One boy, a small child by name of Ren who is one of you, is offering a way. The message was whispered through door cracks, in the hallways, written on scraps of paper: I can get us out.

[Killer lies]

{The Armageddon Of The Zodiacs}{Semi lit}{Accepting}

The Zodiac signs. That unimportant page in the newspaper that you barely even scan. But today, you did read. Something was pulling you towards the purplish page. And you read the one under your sign, and gaped. Because the letters were dancing on the page, rearranging themselves into new words. You read through all the boxes once they had stopped dancing.

There is darkness coming, a darkness so all consuming, no one can stop it. Except you, and your powers

You gape at the paper. This couldn't be right, it just couldn't. It didn't make any sense at all. You look at the bottom of the page, the only bit that hadn't danced. There was an address:

For further psychic consultation, contact:
Miss Haven Auguste
17 Buscherine Lane
London
LO8 HI3

So, what else could you do?