[ - perdιтιoɴ ✖ [literate]

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[ - perdιтιoɴ ✖ [literate]

Postby R0be0 » Sat Dec 15, 2012 10:01 am

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Back long, long ago in the time of the anicents there was only one world. A world which consisted of man, elf, dwarf, dragon, and everything that you could imagine. This world (though having its troubles) was overall peaceful and serene, a place where anything could and would happen. But as time gathered human(man) decided that they wanted more, not being gifted with immortality like the elves or dragons, the strength of a dwarf or troll, or the arcane powers of the griffins and merpeople. Mankind wanted to have something that set them apart and so the human ruler at the time - Sampson called a rare audience with the major gods, and asked them for something that made them more powerful, and that they could use to not be so inferior to the other creatures. The gods discussed amongst themselves but finally came to the judgement that because humanity was now being greedy for power it would not be gifted to them until they became peaceful, humble souls. This angered Sampson and a lot of the human race, and they did the only thing that they thought would help.

War burned the land, slaughtered many, and destroyed the precious utopian like world. The humans - lead by Sampson were going to try and prove their worth to the world and the gods, that they were the superior race. The king of gods Karmori saw this and was displeased with the humans, one of his sons Jargris (god of death) demanded that his father slaughter the humans, since they were corrupting his line of death and beyond. But Karmori being a merciful god decided that instead he would split the world, he would make one world for those who had done no wrong, and one world strictly for the humans. So that they would do no more harm onto the other races. This split did something that none of them would ever be able to reverse, not even as a god. You see many years before, come the turning of the world itself there was a land of darkness, a land were Karmori himself had grown up. It was a place of entities and spirits, but it was an awful place, a tortured realm, somewhere were no peace could rise. Karmori once he had gotten enough power had barely managed to contain the world, sending it and all it's souls into the nothingness. Now as he split the world the Forgotten World (as it properly named) managed to root through the threads of the world, and came back, dividing the worlds even further. The Forgotten had been waiting for this moment, with an eternity seeming army, and a godlike demon figure known merely as Reg to lead them things looked bleak.

The gods tried to banish the world, and yet it had no luck, it kept breaking through and breaking through... Until there seemed nothing left. They targetted the magic world now known as Raviton first, and the world now only covering from the humans was now conquered by demons and twisted nightmarish creatures. Those that survived only did so by hiding or by commiting themselves to slavery. It was a horrid world, a hell.

And that's what it's been like since....

Now surprisingly the human world has held up nicely against the demons and their realm, but now the threads of their world are starting to fall apart to. Strange sightings of "paranormal activity" is rising. People are missing more and more frequently, and things just seem.. abnormal... This was what happened to Raviton before the demons finally broke through, and this is what's going to happen to the mortal world if someone doesn't do something about it.

Now four souls will form an unlikely alliance to try and reset the world to what it was, to what it could have been. These four hold the power to change the world..

But will they live to get the chance to do so?

(c) belongs to myself (Jekyl).
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Postby R0be0 » Sat Dec 15, 2012 10:21 am

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The quest post (this post) is to help the users know what to expect next. These are the (known) milestones the characters must complete to get some fraction of the overall story complete. While the milestones are set the lead you in the right direction they have no strict dictations on how your characters and surrounding sources will deal with, or react to the milestone. Because of this there will be only one active major milestone at a time. Though minor milestones will come and go and may affect the stories in smaller ways they are not needed to complete the base-quest of the roleplay. Some new characters and interactions may arise by completeing minor milestones and so completeing them is encouraged.

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= Failed/Ignored Milestone


Major Milestones

Get the four characters to meet with eachother.

Minor Milestones

Discover why 223 Oak Street is being cleared off by the police.
Discover why Diana Parse (the owner of the coffee shop 'Warm Mugs') is acting nervous and strange lately.
Do not know any of the other main characters of the roleplay, and do not meet them all at the same time.
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Postby R0be0 » Sat Dec 15, 2012 11:23 am

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Postby R0be0 » Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:06 pm

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Yes we all hate them but it's important to have them.

1. All ChickenSmoothie | Tess rules applied to this roleplay, you must make sure that you follow them at all times. If you do not you will be removed from the roleplay immediately. No exceptions. I don't want to see this roleplay locked up because someone didn't want to follow the simple site rules.

2. This is a literate roleplay. That means that I want you to post at least 500 words per post. 700 or more would be even better. Just make sure it isn't pure fluff, use your characters thoughts, actions, and reactions to spread out your post and make it descriptive and meaningful. Good grammar and spelling is (obviously) expected.

3. Please send me a sample of your writing (make sure it at least has five hundred words!) Before posting a form. Actually you'll be sending a final draft of your form to me before you post it. Do not post on this topic at all unless you're posting your form. Once we have all four members I'll mass PM you all and we'll discuss it through PM as to not clog the topic space.

4. Be realistic with your characters. Yes I do realize that this is a fantasy roleplay but our characters won't be unstoppable and they won't be without real emotions (fear, sadness, anger, happiness, etc..) Put yourself in the character's shoes if you have to, and understand what they're going through. At the same time never underestimate your character and put them down when it's not needed.

5. Like I stated before you will only have one main character, but overtime you'll develop a handful of NPCs. (Unless they're removed or killed off) so you're probably going to have to have a number of characters over awhile.

6. Please do not join if you're planning to quit soon after. This is going to be a long term roleplay with (hopefully) more parts to come afterwards. But I'm not going to try and get ahead of myself.

7. Use the form/bio I have because I want this to see more like a story/tale than a roleplay with characters that don't have pres-set detailed personas. (Or they can I just want to leave the mystery for the rest of us. Remember to make a good character that you're going to want to use for awhile. You can't just give them up halfway through.

8. Respect your fellow roleplaying partners and to make sure that you're always polite to them. Remember the golden rule? Yeah, that applies here.
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Postby R0be0 » Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:18 pm

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Postby R0be0 » Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:20 pm

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Re: [ - perdιтιoɴ ✖ [literate]

Postby eden . » Sat Dec 15, 2012 1:05 pm

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Name: Halim Najjar
Alias/Nickname: N/A
Age: 24
Gender: male

3 Describing Words: charismatic, dogged, adaptable

Family: His mother, Aisha, and his five siblings. From order of oldest to youngest: Fatima (female, 30), Amani (female, 28), Sanaa (female, 25), Halim, Jalila (female, 20), and Kareem (male, 17).
Friends: while Halim never really had many close friends that he confided secrets in, the ones he talked to the most would probably be his track and field buddy, Logan Forbes.
Romantic Interest: none

Other:
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ғeмαle | 18 | ѕιɴɢle [ɴo crυѕн] | ѕolo | drαɢoɴѕ | eхтrαcтιoɴ, тorтυre, recoɴαιѕѕαɴce


      Alex screwed up her face as she heard the knock on the door and the voices outside, but she was a bit too groggy to react. For a moment she considered skipping the meeting altogether so she wouldn't have to get up. It wasn't the first time she'd have done something similar. Still, someone would probably kill her -- literally -- if she did that, and she probably wouldn't get a good spot in the mission, which would really upset her. So she grumbled a bit and got up from the bed. Since she didn't use the covers she just rolled off -- literally rolled off, landing on a splayed out eagle position on the floor -- and stayed there for a while to summon the energy to rise. For a while the outside of the door was quiet. Sighing, she finally heaved herself up and went to the closet, where some clothes were waiting. Shrugging mentally, Alex grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on before yawning and rubbing away the sleep in her eyes. She was still rubbing them when she opened the door.

      That woke her up. With an outraged screech she looked down on her sopping self and immediately roared to wherever the stupid narcissist was hiding, "You're done for, Narcy!" before seizing the trash can from the floor and scraping the hallway for clues to see if he was still here. She was about to leave when she did a double take and paused.

      It was like playing "Find the Difference". What was wrong here? Alex frowned, and to make sure she kept moving she wiped the wet hair from her eyes and shut her open door -- open door. Alex swept her gaze around the hall once more. Weren't all of these doors open? Yes, that's right, because she could tell without going into all of them that they all looked the same on the inside.

      Systematically, Alex wielded the trash can ready above her head and started with the door closest to the stairs. She didn't want Bentley to sprint off when she was on the other end of the hall. She kicked the door open. Nothing. She moved onto the next one. Nothing. She did this until she reached a room where she saw a dark mass of something that looked suspiciously like a human silhouette and without hesitation threw the trash can without stopping to think about it. Moments later, Bentley's shout came from downstairs, and Alex angrily strode into the room, turning on the light and glaring at the most-certainly-isn't-Narcy on the floor. Who was this guy? Well, clearly he was guilty as charged, as well, so Alex strode over and placed a good kick in his shin before seizing the trash can once again and storming downstairs to the seating area, nearly knocking over a pair of assassins in the kitchen in her rage.

      "HEY B-TCH," Alex spat at Bentley, "CATCH" and threw the trash can at him. Whether he caught it or it hit him didn't much matter, as Alex tackled him as soon as she threw it and took advantage of his momentary distraction with a trash can in his face. They basically toppled to the floor, Alex making sure she ended up on top. Snarling, Alex wrapped a cold, wet hand around his neck and digging her thumb into his jugular -- hard. In the back of her mind she was waiting for him to punch her or something. Bentley was the one that specialized in physical combat, not Alex, and at that moment she furiously wished she did, as well. Taking what she could get, she readjusted herself to planting his arms to the floor with her knees and basically sat on his chest, hoping his feet couldn't reach her there, before leaning over and sneering at him, "You're dead" and beginning to tighten the grip of the hand around his neck.

original post. sorry it's from so long ago. I haven't been in a super lit rp for a while. ><
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Postby R0be0 » Sat Dec 15, 2012 4:05 pm

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Name: Malik Blake.
Alias/Nickname: None.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male.

3 Describing Words: Sarcastic, Cocky, Intelligent.

Family: His father Roy, his mother Amelia, and his brother Jason.
Friends: He's not the the most 'friendly' person. But he has two close friends Todd, and Jamie.
Romantic Interest: n/a

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Re: [ - perdιтιoɴ ✖ [literate]

Postby {{ f i a s c o }} » Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:06 am

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Name:
Rose Mia Turner
Alias/Nickname:
Rose, Ro.
Age:
22
Gender:
Female

3 Describing Words:
Observant, quick-witted, quiet.

Family:
Tobias // Father-Mentor // 456y/o //Wizard // On the other side
Anne-Marie // Sister //210y/o // Wizard // On the other side
Petunia // Mother // Deceased
Friends:
N/A
Romantic Interest:
N/A

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[center]{Alexander James Dire}.{18}.{Classical [piano, violin], Rock}.{Currently: Awkwardly presenting himself }.{Feeling: Somewhat annoyed. Awkward.}.

{'" The dawn to end all nights.
That's all you hoped it was,
Invested in nothing at anyhow.
To each his own.
"
Broken Bells}

"Rough? Psht," Alex said in a nervous, with angry and hysterical undertones, clear voice. A sarcastic chuckle filed it's way out of his mout, and he passed his hand over his dark curls in what could seem to be a nervous tick of some sort of another. "I think today being a rough day could be said to be the understatement on the year," he finalised in a less cold tone. However, he regarded the girl with less hard eyes as she was, at least, somewhat sympathetic with the current situation and all it implied.

Noticing her stare at him, he followed the direction of her penetrating gaze and found himself clutching tightly at the neck of his precious wooden instrument. He raised his eyebrows, finally realizing the amount of stress that the overly-hormonal teens were inducing on him, and cleared his voice nervously before turning away from the small crowd to his case beside the Grand Piano and released his grip to a softer one. Fumbling with the straps, he opened the case and set the violin carefully into it's velvety lap, picking up the cloth daintily and starting to remove the resinous stains that had been produced from the bow's resionous lubrication. He kept his gaze down all the time, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably, slight embarrassement pricking at the base of his neck because of his outburst. He rubbed the violin almost in a mechanic fashion, keeping his gaze down, stance still tense yet more relaxed, back towards the teens.

"I am sorry for having caused you any disturbance. I didn't mean to spark off like that, yet I don't like to be hassled about things that are worth none of their merit," his voice was low, calm, composed, a strange and stark contrast to his angrier tones earlier on. He sighed, letting his shoulders droop, before placing a wry expression on his face and looking up into the bright limelight. The hall was empty, yet the small crowd assimilated at the stage unnerved him. He wasn't used to this kind of social contact, just the one when he was the spotlight in a concert and everyone else - all the players - followed his heed and played along as he preformed the solo's or first violin pieces.

"I think it was Tchaikovsky..."

Alex turned about, facing the seats and hall, in a three quarter view from the teens. He wore a strained, composed expression, and he pocketed his hand in his jean pockets, rocking on his heels, still tense and worried about the reactions produced by the 'Dynamic Duo'; the red-head and the Irish girl. His attention was pulled back to the present when he heard the percussionist tap at the base of the piano with some drumsticks and murmur that they were playing Tchaikovsky. A percussionist indeed. My instincts were right. They always are. Alex turned to them both with a cool face and nodded tersely. "Tchaikovsky indeed. Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D Minor. First movement out of... three?" Alex recited mechanically; he, strangely, was a great fan of Tchaikovsky, and adored his wild and wacky pieces that exuded passion and willfulleness. "The Viola Concerto is much nicer, though," he intoned slightly dreamily, distractedly. He dreamed of, one day in the near or far future, conducting a full orchestra to Tchaikovsky's Viola Concerto in D Minor. His eyes became heavy-lidded as he imagined himself directing it, and the hair on his arms raised as the notes began to weave in and out of his mind. He gave into the urge of 'air-soloing' with his fingers, drumming them lightly according to the notes and their tempo and the sound they would have produced. However, he stopped himself as he thought of the curious stares it would attract and he currently didn't want.

"I'm Ella... Ella Peggy."

Alex suddenly realized that he hadn't introduced himself and akwardly turned around to face the pair. A wry contorsion that could have resembled a smile adorned his factions, and he once more passed his hand through his hair. He nodded at the girl - Ella, it seemed - and took a hesitant step towards them, uncomfortable about his decision. "A pleasure." Some might consider his speech manner old fashioned, but it suited him fine. The others would have to stick with it - he wouldn't be changing it anytime soon only for their liking. He stretched out his hand in a tense manner, and nodded to them both. "Dire. Alexander James Dire. Aspiring maestro and learned violinist and pianist. Nice to gain your aqcuaintances."

His neck prickled as yet another youth joined them, walking in haughtily and exclaiming his arrival. Alex tensed up further, yet nodded at him in the highest manner of greeting he could acchieve at the moment. "Welcome. Were you drawn towards us because of the music emmanating hauntingly from the hall?" A slight sliver of cold tease was in his voice, yet he meant no harm, just a joke towards the - seemingly - more open guy that was walking up to them.





{Aria Erudita Maycombe}.{18}.{Alt. Rock}.{Currently: Plucking at her bass }.{Feeling: Tired.}.


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{'" Come to decide that the things that I've tried,
Were in my life just to get high on.
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Red Hot Chilli Peppers}
The seemingly bright day slipped silently through her hands as she stared out of the old Ford's window, the rolling Cali countryside passing by, unnoticed. There seemed to be a strange silence, one not usually prescenced with her parents, those that adored talking of quantum physics and debating whether the neutrino could possibly be faster than the speed of light. Pursed lips, tense shoulders; the ambience seemed to be electrified, and Aria was not particularly pleased of the current situation.

Her father fingered the steering wheel methodically, eyes clouded, distracted, while he passed his free hand through his salt-and-pepper hair; dark streaked with lighter specks. Her mother, a blonde, lithe woman with sharper features, to whom which Aria resembled so closely wore an expressionless mask, while both her hands folded in her lap and he twidled her thumbs unhappily. The loving scientists, which were so propense to bubbling laughter and light conversation were down and under on this cold day.

Aria let out a weary sigh, and her gaze was drawn boredly from the window of the back seat on which she was sprawled on, to the case that enclosed her newest musical acquisition; the custom six stringed bass-guitar cross that had been picked up earlier on at the airport as a package and that she hadn't opened it up yet, it being a last farewell gift from her parents. She refused to let go, but she new she would have to, at some point or another. With a yawn, she was awakened from her dilly-dallying with the sickening crunch of gravel under tire. She looked up, startled, and her eyes were met with the sight of gothic arches blended with a subtle hint of modern architecture. Her father brought the car to a slow stop, in front of the double glass doors that were wide open to whichever late students were left. Her father cleared his throat, and drew his hand over his stubbly chin, pausing, and then opening the door and getting out briskly, almost hastily. Her mother sat undisturbed in the place she had sat before.

Aria rubbed a hand over her grey-blue eyes, and unlocked the car door, stretching out and walking to the back of the car, to the boot, as his father attended to her mother's door, at which she gracefully got out and gazed dreamily towards the buildings. Aria brought out her three large suitcases from the boot, struggling but trying not to show so, before a strong, steady hand pulled them out of her hands and set them on the gravely floor. Aria let out a small smile to her father, which was reciprocally returned, not without a hint of sadness.

"You'll visit?" Aria asked, realizing suddenly how lonely she felt in this vast expànse known as 'World'. Her father nodded solemnly. "As often as possible," he said, patting her shoulder confortingly, and they strode in silence toward her mother. "Take good care of it," she mused, as she observed the quiet, yet humming with a violin tune, building. Aria nodded, realizing she meant her newly acquired bass, but said nothing, feeling rather too solemn for words. With a sigh, her father brushed her cheek with a heavy-hearted kiss and bid her farewell, handing her the cased instrument and leaving her side. The old Ford drew it's way around the way it had come and disappeared up the road.

Aria dragged her bag into the school and dumped them by the stair; she doubted anyone would bother to steal her clothes, as they were all marked and her caes were locked. She carried the bass and followed the haunting tune to the large semicircular hall that was labelled 'Music Hall' with pretty lettering. Not even faltering in her fluttery stride, Aria walked in daintily and made her way to the stage where a cluster of people where chattign tensely, yet avidly. One held a laqcuered violin, another a small ukelele, and the lank curled boy at the Piano some drumsticks. A wild and rowdy - hot, must she mention - guy held nothing, but held the posture appropiate to those into some kind of rowdy - punk, perhaps? - music. So. This is what I'm up against. The tension was palpable, so Aria decided to be the one that watched and sat down at the front row, placing the heavy case on her lap, deciding to unravel the mystery behind it and opening the latches that secured it tightly, safely, to it's hatch.

In the plain, unadorned case lay a sleek, six-stringed monster, dressed in black with subtle silver and white accents here and there. On the side of the case, several string tubes held many replacement chords, she noted. Aria marvelled over the glosy effect on the bass's body, her lithe fingers stroking the neck, fascinated. A strap was attatched to it, and Aria resisted to pick it up, tune it and play. The neck was a dark mahogany, with pearl engravings on the board, and the tuning pegs were a soft-edged triangular shape. Aria smiled. This was the ultimate bass; a hefty object that could produce dangerous sound. She tapped at teh strings; they were strong, taught, yet somewhat brittle. Too new, but that would be easily fixed after some jam sessions. On the side, an engraving in silver. Quantum.

Aria let out a burst of tinkling laughter; there, smack in the face, a reminder of her past, of that she strived to release herself of, and, shaking her head, picked up the appropiately-named hefty monster and hoisted it into her arms. She was surprised to see that it wasn't as heavy as she had earlier on assumed, yet till quite so. Still perching in the booth-chair, she fine tuned the beast and stood up, unaware of her surroundings. She toyed around for a few moments with a couple of chords, and then began to pluck at Dani California absently, humming the tune to the song contentedly, while tapping with her foot on the ground. The bass seemed strangely loud, even without an amplifier, in this almost empty room, yet Aria paid no heed to her surrounding as the booming notes portruding from Quantum dwarfed them all.


It might take me a post or two to get back into my literate skin; similar to glu, it's been a long time sinced I joined one of these ^^''
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And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions - DCFC



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GT: Like all these personal attributes about you
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