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[sarcasteil]

Bywell Soccer Academy -Accepting-

Intro:

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 aproaches a large, gold-coloured gate. On top of the gate had a crest. There was an eagle 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 "Bywell 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 Bywell Soccer Academy!

out on the savannah, where big cats roam

You are out on the Karaii Savannah, alone. You have to fight to eat. For territory. For self-defense. And everytime another lion breaks a fight with you, you shed fur and blood. But not anymore.

There are four prides in the Karaii Savannah. They are Etkiya, Keriyu, Asteki and Xanthera (Zandera). There used to be the four same prides,but they ended up stripping each other in battle, thus ending the prides. But now they have rose again, and will fight till the last drop of blood to protect their pride. So which pride will it be?

So This is Our Dark Afterlife? (Shapeshifters/Semi-lit)

So This is Our Dark Afterlife?

Your head is throbbing, and your skin feels cold. Slowly your eyes open to a dark metal box that holds you inside. Above there is a small sliver of light, running the entire length of the steel ceiling above. A noise echoes within the cold box, chink chink chink. Then suddenly the crate jerks to a stop, bouncing you into the air. The ceiling swings open like two metal doors, and the brightness of the outside light blinds you for a moment. Squinting your eyes, you slowly stand, awaiting what lies in the world outside.

Welcome to the Arena.

Against The Wind ~Military RP~ ACCEPTING

AGAINST THE WIND

This is real. This is not a joke.
You are a solider, just being sent off to the middle east to finish the war against terrorism. You have family back home, friends, and memories. But is life ever perfect?
There were attacks all over the world. America, Italy, Great Britin, Russia, Spain, Greece, England, Frace, Ukraine....everywhere. There was no choice, really. Either stay home, or help keep your family safe. Overall, life isn't peaceful anymore.
The middle east is hot, and either pouring rain or unbeleivably dry. In the little free time you have, and joke around with your buddies, or try to get some sleep. It's rare that you get any days off because you feel sick, unless it's too much to handle. You can show no mercy if you are disobeyed by any of the people in the country, because you do not know who is your enemy, and who isn't.
Everyone will make it home, at one point or another.
But the real question is, who will be going home alive?

I am looking for a 1x1 rp. One of these types:

Gore; blood or war-like
Shapeshifting; w/ elemental powers
Warriors Cats
Halloween/Scary themed

>>>ACTIVE PLAYER<<<
>>>ON A THREAD, NOT BY PM<<<


PM ME FOR MORE DETAILS, WITH A LINK TO YOUR RP. I MAY JOIN.

[west ,]

ｍａｙ • ｔｈｅ • ｏｄｄｓ • ｂｅ • ｅｖｅｒ • ｉｎ • ｙｏｕｒ • ｆａｖｏｕｒ

ｐｌｏｔ ●→

The escort reads your name. Immediately, peacekeepers step forward to push you up onto the stage. This can't be happening... They shove you up to join the escort, and you see for yourself your name on the little white slip in their hands. Out of thousands of names in that bowl, they chose you. Your head hurts, and your palms are slippery with sweat. To stunned to think, you gaze about the crowd blindly. No-one steps forward to take your place. Not one person moves an inch.
Tears well up in your eyes, but you blink them back, determined not to seem weak to your opponent. Eventually, you pick out your family in the crowd. They are crying at the sidelines, but there is nothing that they can do. You have been chosen to compete, to fight for your life. The other tribute joins you, and you shake hands. Both of you are pale in the face, and too shocked to say a thing. It now feels as if the rest of your life has been written out for you. 'Winning will make you famous. Losing means certain death' you stare at the sky as you remember those words. You must win. You must survive ｔｈｅ ｈｕｎｇｅｒ ｇａｍｅｓ.

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➸ America is gone. It is destroyed. The dark days have been over for 55 years now, yet everyone still remembers it because of what it left behind.
By order of the Capitol, every year, the Hunger Games will be held. 24 children, one boy and one girl from each of the twelve remaining districts, between the ages of twelve and eighteen to compete in a fight to the death. There can only be one winner, and if you lose, you lose your life.

ｗｈａｔ • ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ • ｗｉｌｌ • ｂｒｉｎｇ | ｈｕｎｇｅｒ ｇａｍｅｓ ｒｐ

20 spaces available!

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whαt ís lσvє? | tϵϵɴ rσмaɴcϵ rp ● accєptíɴg |

Only accepting one girl!

[BalletBabeEmie]

Dynamite

The two gangs, Dynamite and Labrinth hate each others guts, but a gang is like a family so they will protect it with there life. In London there are a lot of gangs roaming the streets but Dynamite and Labrinth are the top, they have a whole warehouse to keep there weapons and to chill out in.

[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

ONE HAS JOINED
THE LINK IS HERE viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1156916

[ophio]

Looking for Rp's
No semi-lits or lits
no vaampire werewolf or shapeshifter rp's
i think i might want to join a pirate rp i don't know why
I want a fun and new rp no more than 10 pages already
i enjoy Mermaid/human rp's
i also like you know scientist experiment wierd species rp's dont know why
"NO ZOMBIES" i scream i hate these rp's
so pm away!!!

[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?

[caats]

dreaming of it.
Ballet role-play. New, semi-lit and no members yet.

[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

ONE HAS JOINED
THE LINK IS HERE viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1156916

[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?

[kemiii]

Please join my new Hunger Games roleplay here; viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1150373
I just made it and we need some tributes! There are a lot of slots open to choose from!