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[C O R V I D]

You were created,left, abandoned, tortured and kept in the cold cells that never let in much light.
You are a person turned into something never meant to walk this earth at all. The Scientist have
defied the laws of everything possible to create you, you are their most prise experiment, the one
always perferd as "it" "Thing" "That" and "Monster" and they never refer to your real name if your
lucky, by your ID number. So who you be? The feared Scientist? Or the "Things" they created?[/center]

All of tess's rules apply
no cussing
unlimited Charries per player
don't have your own Charries fall in love/crush with each other its boring
only 3 lead rules per person
pm me if you want one of YOUR Charries killed off(You may gain another charrie)
also pm me if you want to quit
no perfect Charries
you may challenge other ranks but before you do you must both agree on it and figure out who wins before you start
update character form often
HAVE FUN
Put Reffion in the other part of the form if you red the rules

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[dogs]

Hey! Like roleplays yelling 'ILL DO EVERYTHING TO SURVIVE!'? Well have I got the rp for YOU! Quarantine! Its so awesome and will you survive? Who knows? Find out in my rp! http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1129591

[jpano96]

Image is not mine

The years have passed since the 100-year war ended. Benders and non-benders have learned to live in harmony with one another in the great Republic City. Benders have been heard to take advantage of the non-benders, causing tensions to rise among them. A new group of rebels are set to destroy bending forever, will you prevent them from doing so? Or will you be one of those who seek to destroy it?

The link is in my siggy!

[C O R V I D]

You were created,left, abandoned, tortured and kept in the cold cells that never let in much light.
You are a person turned into something never meant to walk this earth at all. The Scientist have
defied the laws of everything possible to create you, you are their most prise experiment, the one
always perferd as "it" "Thing" "That" and "Monster" and they never refer to your real name if your
lucky, by your ID number. So who you be? The feared Scientist? Or the "Things" they created?[/center]

All of tess's rules apply
no cussing
unlimited Charries per player
don't have your own Charries fall in love/crush with each other its boring
only 3 lead rules per person
pm me if you want one of YOUR Charries killed off(You may gain another charrie)
also pm me if you want to quit
no perfect Charries
you may challenge other ranks but before you do you must both agree on it and figure out who wins before you start
update character form often
HAVE FUN
Put Reffion in the other part of the form if you red the rules

NO ONE HAS JOINED
THE LINK IS HERE viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1156916

[SpartanAmethyst]

One night, you're sitting in your nice, furnished apartment in New York, half-heartedly listening to the news as you play Angry Birds on your new iPhone. Suddenly, an urgent alert comes across the television and you look up. "This is the third outbreak of the infection," the TV newscaster says. This time, the whole world has gone to hell. The nightly newscasters talk about infections starting on every continent on the globe; no one knows how, but it's sure as day happening. At first it was a rumor, then it was a watch, then a warning. Now it's a pandemic, and thousands are succumbing to the illness each day, sometimes each hour. The great modern metropolis' have fallen, and there is no such thing as "big city safety". In fact, that's the worst place to be. Small towns, usually ones with forts or other achitectural advantages, have flourished, survivors fleeing to these small, well-protected communities. If you can reach those, you're home free. Then, the biggest risk you'll have to face is scavenging for food. And that can be just as dangerous as the Witch hiding in the dark. But, for now, you have to get there. Fighting the throngs of the infected and trying to find a way out of the huge city, you come across another survivor, who tells you of the Hunter Victor. "He rules this city," the man tells you. "He'll hunt you until either he or his men kill you. Escape is impossible, my dear friend." With that, he takes his own life and you pick up his pistol. Escape is never impossible. With your determination renewed, you know you have to find a way out. But will you?
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[Touko]

"Ɔoмe, cσmɛ тσ нeαя σuя тaℓɛ, σnɛ σf ℓiɛs, ʝɛaloʋƨy αи мu∂ɛя."

Ħoω ιт вegαи.....

"Long long ago, in the small town of Salem, there was a young lady, a beautiful one at that. Her name was Luka Megurine. Luka was a humble one, sweet and kind to all. No one ever suspected she would be accused. But she was. She had fallen in love with the prince of Salem; Prince Gakupo Kamui, and this caused a commotion across the village. Due to the fault of a young priestess and childhood friend of the prince had told the prince that his beloved was a...witch. She was ordered to be burned at the stake at noon high, without given trial because of the order sent out. Her long hair whipped her back as she was forced to kneel in front of the prince. Looking up with hopeful eyes, Luka was responded with pained, cold eyes. A lone gasp escaped her lips as he sliced her hair, the strands falling to the floor, swept away by the breeze."Prepare the stake. We hang her at dawn."Miku, the priestess said coldly, patting her childhood friend's arm as she grinned cruelly at Luka."

"Ƭhe next morning, as order, Luka was tied back, her dress in rags, her cheeks stained with blood and dirt. Looking at the crowd, she closed her eyes, whispering prayer. Miku and Gakupo stood in the screaming crowd, Miku raised her arms as she read out of the sacred bible."REPENT. REPENT!"The crowd screamed as the knights tossed fire torches into the pit that surround the stake."ANY LAST WORDS WITCH?!"Miku shouted as Luka turned her head, eyes filled with tears."Yes!....IF YOU CALL THIS LOVE BLACK MAGIC THAN----"she took a deep breath."LIGHT THE FLAMES OF HATRED." At this moment, Gakupo understood. He was wrong, she wasn't a witch. She wasn't. But it was too late. With a high pitched scream, Luka broke free of her bonds, large feathered black wings sprouting out of her back as she shot into the air. A gust of wind blew the group back, who were astonished and they understood. Miku was baffled, trying her best to explain why her, a priestess would do this to an innocent lady. Luka wasn't a witch after all... She was an angel."

The twins finished their tale, bowing low at the crowd."Might this well be a lesson, so remember it well."the girl said, retreating to the church."Don't mistaken an angel, for a witch, you see."he said, leaving too. the twins were never seen again. Time by time, the tale was passed on, in the small town of Salem. Of Luka, Gakupo, and Miku too. Now as years passed, in 1692, the tale was altered to a different way. They forgot the words of the twins, still believing witches and such. So when little Tei fell sick and began going insane, there was only one blame. Witches.

Иow, it's the same thing again. The fire. The screaming. The hunt begins again. As a so called 'witch', you hide from the royals, the village, locked away in your house. Hidden from the others. Nights pass, nightmares fill your head. You know they're out for you. You have to be careful. But how long can you hide?

Ɯiℓℓ yoʋ ƨuяvιvɛ thɛ hʋиt oғ lιғe & dɛαtн?

[Cuckoo]

Square One- A Semi-Lit Survival Rp. Needs Members!

It started with disease, followed by devastating natural disasters. Stock markets crashed, governments lost power and people panicked, joining together in groups and violent gangs trying to survive. The world is now every man for himself, and there are no signs of improvement. What will you do to survive?

Amongst all of the chaos, there sits a large farm nestled in the mountains of Appalachia, hidden from gangs. Thanks to the rough terrain of the mountains, the farm has sat relatively peacefully and unnoticed. Gangs are unprepared in the forest, underestimating its power, and the family that lives there. If you are lucky enough to stumble onto the farm, its best to make friends, because this might be the only place you have a chance of survival.

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[exorcism]

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"ｔｈｉｓ---ｉｓ---ｈｏｗ
ｔｈｅ ---ｗｏｒｌｄ---ｅｎｄｓ"

In the cities, sewers, beaches, and any where else in the state of South Carolina, a problem has shown itself. And this problem was soon noticed by the young residents who lived there. It all started when a fourteen year-old boy, with an unknown name, stumbled upon a group of people, performing some strange ritual. The group took notice of the boy spying on their activities, and used him as a human sacrifice for their, at the time, unknown purpose. But not before he could call one of his friends about it. The word was spread by the friend, who was also soon found out and sacrificed by the group. The friend had only told a few people about the strange group, who was later called the Consortium. He told them to help spread the word, but only to people they felt would believe what was happening, or was strong enough to handle it. This group of young people called themselves the Elites, and they had something special about each of the members. They were of godly descent, and only another godly descendant could tell one from another. Because of this, it gave them quite more power then others would usually think they would possess. They kept their existence very secret. If they didn't, the Consortium could soon find out about them, and get rid of them all before they reveal their secrets to the world. But the Elites have no purpose of releasing their secret. They work in the shadows, gathering information and trying to stop the affects the Consortium puts in place. You see, what the Consortium was doing is very dangerous, and if they continued their work and bloody attack on innocent people to sacrifice, it could throw the world into chaos. They're trying to summon the Greek, Roman, and Egyptian gods, thinking that if they summoned such deities that they themselves would become gods, and would have the power to get whatever their greedy hearts desired. The thing is, these gods are angered with each other, and if all were to come into our Earth, it would, yet again, be thrown into Chaos. And when the Consortium use their rituals, they have to summon the worst of the worst before they can summon the good, or at least, those who are the god of bad things. Set, Anubis, Thantos, Pluto, you never know who'll come up, and what their intentions will be once they arrive. And that is why the Elites exist, to put a stop to this. First, they will take their work slowly, gather information, try to put released gods back or settle tensions so the gods will help them, and then try and stop the Consortium once and for all, no matter how dangerous this act will be. They're not ready to give up now.

[spirit122098]

ஐ ❖ ஐ ❖ ஐ ❖ ஐ ❖ ஐ ❖ ஐ

------------> T o ✦ M i d n i g h t ✦ S h i v e r

You scream in pain and open your eyes to find yourself in a misty forest. You know you are being watched but you don't know where or what they are. You only know what you are, a monster... a werewolf. Your parents hate you now, they even tried to kill you. You have no place to go and nowhere to hide from the hate, but once again your paws have led you to the forest. Every time you come you feel it. Eyes burning a hole into the back of your head. Once you though you saw a flash of green, or maybe blue, but you can't be sure. You are scared, of yourself and what is happening to you, you think your going insane, nothing you see can be trusted. You sit down on a large rock and think. Why is the world so cruel, you ask. Well maybe it's not cruelty but a gift. As you look up you jump as you find the face of a wolf right in front of your own. You let out a scream as another burst of pain runs through you. The wolf licks your hand and you start to calm down, and you pat its furry gray head. The wolf's skin ripples in an unnatural way and it lets out a growl. It slowly shapes itself into a girl, a pretty girl. She steps toward you and twirls her dark blue dress happily. She blinks and opens her mouth to speak, "Hi, I'm Silver Moon. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do this to you, I-I just wanted a new friend. Being a werewolf is lonely. You should follow me now, the curse is irreversible. If you wish to go away to be alone, well good luck." She whispers as once again she shifts into a silver wolf with the brightest of green eyes. You get up and think again, will you follow her or just forget her and go it alone?

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[Touko]

"Ɔoмe, cσmɛ тσ нeαя σuя тaℓɛ, σnɛ σf ℓiɛs, ʝɛaloʋƨy αи мu∂ɛя."

Ħoω ιт вegαи.....

"Long long ago, in the small town of Salem, there was a young lady, a beautiful one at that. Her name was Luka Megurine. Luka was a humble one, sweet and kind to all. No one ever suspected she would be accused. But she was. She had fallen in love with the prince of Salem; Prince Gakupo Kamui, and this caused a commotion across the village. Due to the fault of a young priestess and childhood friend of the prince had told the prince that his beloved was a...witch. She was ordered to be burned at the stake at noon high, without given trial because of the order sent out. Her long hair whipped her back as she was forced to kneel in front of the prince. Looking up with hopeful eyes, Luka was responded with pained, cold eyes. A lone gasp escaped her lips as he sliced her hair, the strands falling to the floor, swept away by the breeze."Prepare the stake. We hang her at dawn."Miku, the priestess said coldly, patting her childhood friend's arm as she grinned cruelly at Luka."

"Ƭhe next morning, as order, Luka was tied back, her dress in rags, her cheeks stained with blood and dirt. Looking at the crowd, she closed her eyes, whispering prayer. Miku and Gakupo stood in the screaming crowd, Miku raised her arms as she read out of the sacred bible."REPENT. REPENT!"The crowd screamed as the knights tossed fire torches into the pit that surround the stake."ANY LAST WORDS WITCH?!"Miku shouted as Luka turned her head, eyes filled with tears."Yes!....IF YOU CALL THIS LOVE BLACK MAGIC THAN----"she took a deep breath."LIGHT THE FLAMES OF HATRED." At this moment, Gakupo understood. He was wrong, she wasn't a witch. She wasn't. But it was too late. With a high pitched scream, Luka broke free of her bonds, large feathered black wings sprouting out of her back as she shot into the air. A gust of wind blew the group back, who were astonished and they understood. Miku was baffled, trying her best to explain why her, a priestess would do this to an innocent lady. Luka wasn't a witch after all... She was an angel."

The twins finished their tale, bowing low at the crowd."Might this well be a lesson, so remember it well."the girl said, retreating to the church."Don't mistaken an angel, for a witch, you see."he said, leaving too. the twins were never seen again. Time by time, the tale was passed on, in the small town of Salem. Of Luka, Gakupo, and Miku too. Now as years passed, in 1692, the tale was altered to a different way. They forgot the words of the twins, still believing witches and such. So when little Tei fell sick and began going insane, there was only one blame. Witches.

Иow, it's the same thing again. The fire. The screaming. The hunt begins again. As a so called 'witch', you hide from the royals, the village, locked away in your house. Hidden from the others. Nights pass, nightmares fill your head. You know they're out for you. You have to be careful. But how long can you hide?

Ɯiℓℓ yoʋ ƨuяvιvɛ thɛ hʋиt oғ lιғe & dɛαtн?