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[superbia]

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A semi-literate Legend of Korra based roleplay ~
There are quite a few spaces open, and characters from the actual show are also allowed. ^^

[slccat]

LOOKING FOR A ROLEPLAY

I want a R.P that wont die after ten pages.

I want a fairly new R.P. At most seven pages

I dont mind too much what the R.P is about

I want a semi-lit R.P. Not a super literate one, or a R.P where people just post one scentence

PLEASE PM ME IF INTRESTED!!!!

[Cuckoo]

Two packs in one territory. Will it all come together, or was this destined for disaster from the start?






In a small valley, there is a pack that has lived here for generations. They have always been a rather small pack, but have thrived here none the less. But one day, unknown to them, a group of humans gathered up another small pack of wolves and brought them here in order to re-populate the area and expand the wolves of the valley. With two different alphas, can the packs learn to get along and join together, or are they destined to fight one another?

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A Literate Survial Role Play
Limited Character Spots

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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 all across the world. In a matter of months, large cities were empty, and civilization as everyone knew it was over. The world is now every man for himself, and there are no signs of improvement. Some choose to roam in large gangs, most violent and unstable with vigilante justice. But there are a few people who have managed to hold onto humanity, tucked away in hard to reach places of the globe. What will you do to survive?

Amongst all of the chaos, there sits a small family 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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Looking for Role Plays


Some requirements are:
Must be atleast semi-lit
Must be somewhat new, no more than 50 pages (Unless it would be easy to jump into)


Some things I am interested in:
Wolves
Shifters
Assassins
Supernatural
Survival


Some things I wont do:
Warriors
Twilight
Pure Romance
Normal High school
Normal Humans


***Right now I am really looking for a good, Lit to Semi Lit Wolf rp. Must be active, and must be ATLEAST Semi Lit.***
I'm open for all kinds of plots, just because it is not on my list does not mean I won't check it out, so feel free to pm me. =)

[{A Dream Is A Wish}]

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**This is a Heartland (book and television) as well as horse and rider romance based rp**
Located In The Rural Countryside Of Alberta, Canada, Is A Small Town Called Hudson (A Fictional Town Located In The Rocky Mountains). This Ranch Is Both A "Get-Well Ranch" For Horses, A Dude Ranch, And A Home. Heartland Is Where The Fleming Family Lives. It Started As A 600 Acre Cattle Ranch 6 Generations Ago, And Now It Is A Place To Heal Both Physically And Emotionally Traumatized Horses. Marion Fleming, Jack Bartlet's Daughter, Started Heartland. At Heartland They Combine Traditional Medicine With Alternative Medicine. After The Tragic Car Accident That Ended Marion Fleming's Life, Her Daughter, Amy Fleming, Took Over... With The Help Of Her Family, And The Stable Hand, Her Boyfriend, Ty Of Course.

♫The Bridge♫
There’s things I’ve been meaning to tell you
There’s things that I’ve just got to say
So lets go for a walk
Somewhere quite to talk
Maybe you’ll see it my way
i fell for a while we’ve been drifting
But the reason to stay on a go
But I hope that whatever wind blew us together
Is stronger than we even know

So walk me over this bridge
River so deep and so wide
Just walk me over the bridge my darling
To get to the other side

There’s times I know you inside and outside
There times I don’t know you at all
But whatever we got threw
I will be here loving you
even times you when you don’t hear me call

I know what we have is worth having
And I know what’s a head is worth more
So lets go for a walk somewhere quite to talk
Will see just what life’s got in store

So walk me over this bridge
River so deep and so wide
Just walk me over the bridge my darling
Please be my place to hide

So walk me over this bridge
River so deep and so wide
Just walk me over the bridge my darling
To get to the other side
Link to Music Video => The Bridge: Amber Marshall & Shaun Johnston
Link to free download => Free Download: The Bridge

((RP Started Recently... Most of the Main Charries Are Still Available))

[eden .]

WANTED

You're a Criminal

A young adult and you've already got an impressive track record -- in crime. Thievery, arson, forgery, assault, murder. Lying is an art form. You spin new stories and characters every day. Every time you walk into the room you formulate different ways of escape. Indeed, you're probably one of the most wily and skilled people of your age. Not that it'll help you any. You're a wanted man.
At least you would be -- if you were ever caught.
Yeah, you're so awesome. You pulled off your crime without nothing but half - formed theories to follow you out of the place. No one in the general public knows your face, nor what you've done, and the government and law enforcement have circumstantial evidence at best. You ran around for a while, didn't stay too long, but after coming to this large city you figure that, with everyone around and the sheer size of the place, finding you will be like finding a needle in a haystack. You settle down, lead a rather mundane life (for the most part), and currently you're just finding your way around this place, arrogantly assuming you're home free.
You should've seen this all coming, then. You were careless.

You're a Hitter

You're the best at what you do -- for a price. Whether you're new to the entire scene or you're a veteran, you're professionally trained in the art of killing. Your reflexes are excellent, your body at the peak of physical excellene, and you're quite smart, if you do say so yourself. A gun for hire. That's what you are. Nothing but the job matters, once you get it.
As a professional, your face is unknown -- or rather, it's supposed to be. Maybe you slipped up once in your past. Wasn't really your best move. In any case, being discreet is your talent. It's no use attracting attention to yourself. After all, what you're doing, strictly speaking, isn't technically legal. In some ways you're just like the criminals...except you don't leave traces when you finish the job. And you get steady pay. That's always a plus.
Recently you've received a new job. Whether it's from a vengeful family member, a suspicious government member, or just some anonymous man offering you a good price, you set off to finish and get your dues. You expect it'll just be like any other job. Find. Kill. Clean up. Get money. Nothing new.
You've tracked your target to a large city that's infested with criminals, whether official or not, and you groan to yourself. How are you supposed to find someone in this place? But you're a professional, remember. You don't fail.

So What Happens Next?

Do you run into other criminals here? There is a school or two around, after all, and even if you've long since graduated you've made a habit of wandering popular haunts. Of course, trust really isn't much of a word to you. Still, when these killers come in, you might want to have some back - up. Don't get involved with these guys. Confrontation really isn't much of a strength of yours.

You'll probably run into some sort of competition. It's a big city, and there are lots of criminals, here. But hey, as long as they don't get in your way, you couldn't care less. But pinning this one target down might be harder than you thought. How about it, you want to make an alliance with some other hitters in the area? Of course, groups like these never last long, and you run the risk of someone knowing your face, afterwards. Still, with help you can get this job done in half the time...

[slccat]

LOOKING FOR A ROLEPLAY

I want a R.P that wont die after ten pages.

I want a fairly new R.P. At most seven pages

I dont mind too much what the R.P is about

I want a semi-lit R.P. Not a super literate one, or a R.P where people just post one scentence

PLEASE PM ME IF INTRESTED!!!!

[Todd.]

Anyone interested?

June 2011.
Bare feet pounded against the floor as the girl’s fearful heart pounded inside her chest. Her black hair billowed out behind her as she raced through the empty corridors, racing away from that thing. She only knew to run. Run and keep running. Run and never stop.
Her shaking hand grasped a door handle to a caretaker’s store cupboard, and she pulled it open, slipping into the pitch black. She pulled the door closed, jamming the door handle shut with the mop that had been propped up next to it. She wrapped her arms around herself, taking a heaving breath that billowed into white clouds of precipitation. It was freezing, so cold that even through adrenaline she could feel its icy touch across her skin.
She picked up a broom in her small delicate hands, before pressing an ear against the door and listening.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Stepping back from the door, she covered her nose and mouth with her hand, not daring to breath as a shadow obscured the light bleeding in from underneath the door. She knew it knew where she was. It could smell fear. It could smell her thundering heart.
The creature outside slammed itself against the wooden door. The door splintered.

The story was all over the papers the next morning, edited of course. The public couldn’t find out the truth about magic, they were too naive. The Sorcery Guild, a group of twelve sorcerers and sorceresses, who controlled the ins and outs of sorcery sent a dispatch team to clean up the magic from the school, before setting a lion from a nearby zoo loose in the school grounds to make it look as if the girl had been victim of an unfortunate attack rather than a magical encounter. Summoning demons was banned, and the girl had paid the price – her life.

However, that girl in the papers only died because she drew the symbols and circles wrong, one small mistake cost her life. Though that doesn’t happen every time... For example, the case of Nathaniel Grey in 1734.

The year of our Lord, 1734.
Nathaniel Grey checked the circles he’d drawn on the ground of his parent’s living room (they were out at a dance) once more, checking they were absolutely perfect. He then stepped inside the smaller of the two circles, the one with a variety of things strewn about the floor inside it. A quick tidy and all the things were gathered in front of him. The next four words differed in order depending on the sorcerer; each person had a different element affiliation, Nathaniel’s happened to be for Earth. “Terra.” Each summoning spell is spoken in Latin, the language closest to the demon’s own. The next word was usually the element that rivalled the sorcerer’s own, “Aeris.” The last two elements are spoken together, “Ignis, Aquae”
When all four elements had been spoken, the pentagram lit up in a silvery light that made Nathaniel close his eyes because of the intensity. “Videri, parere!” The last two words summoned the demon, appear, obey. The demon summoned tended to be at random, unless you had something that would connect you to the demon, like a piece of fabric or jewellery. Nathanial had summoned this demon at random.
There was a crack of lighting, and the demon appeared, a swirling mass of black smoke twisting and turning in mid air within the confines of the larger circle. A demon can take any form it wishes, and this one seemed to like the appearance of the Egyptian Era, appearing the form of a young woman with a dark black tunic that matched her raven hair. Sandals, and the chunky expensive jewellery of an Egyptian queen. “You called?”
Nathaniel raised his eyebrows slightly, “Your name?”
“Who wants to know?” The demon chuckled. It was never a good idea to give your name to a demon unless you had a contract with them so Nathaniel resisted answering that question. “You can call me hm...” She ran her fingers through her hair as she thought. “Fyre Alther.”
“Fyre Alther. I wish to form a contract.”
Fyre raised her eyebrow, “A contract ay-“ She giggled and batted her eyelids. “What kind of contract.”
Nathaniel ignored the batting of eyelids and nodded. “You’ll lend me your powers until my wishes are passed.”
Fyre growled lightly, a silvery mark tattooing it’s self around her neck, and a similar one appearing around Nathanial’s neck. Fyre now had to obey his every order unless it put her life at risk. Of course there was something in there for her too, she got to leech off his emotions for however long the contract was upheld.

Welcome to the 21st century where the sorceres and sorceresses help the demon hunters in killing demons. A few apprentice demon hunters, sorcerers and sorceresses have taken to finding a demon on Earth and forming a contract or summoning one and forming a contract.

[horrorterror]

The Council

The Council is a kind, gentle group of people who protect out world and pick out our lives for us so that there is no competition for jobs, and little violence. At least, it was. The old Council is gone, and a ruthless group has taken over in their place. They chose your name, where you go to school, your job, who you marry, how many children you have, your children's genders, and it's rumored even your death as well. Rumors of a rebellion to overthrow them has cropped up, proven only by the presence of assassins stalking through the shadows, occasionally shooting people dead, seemingly at random. The world is seemingly at the verge of a civil war, and it seems nothing can be done to stop it.

Short Plot:

This takes place in a separate realm where an evil group called The Council reigns. A small rebellion has started, and the world seems to be on the verge of civil war.

I also am interested in joining a few RPs.
I'm looking for:
Anything transformers.
Less than ten pages.
Unique plots.
Forms that aren't super long.

What I don't want:
Twilight.
High school.
Real life.
Pure romances.
Wolf RPs.
Warrior cats.
Anything cliche.

[superbia]

- P R O - B E N D I N G | |
A semi-literate Legend of Korra based roleplay ~
There are quite a few spaces open, and characters from the actual show are also allowed. ^^

[dooze]

[l.i.n.k]

Welcome to the Matching Games
...wait, what. Perhaps you thought this was going to be a Hunger Games. But you're wrong. So go back on the forum and find a different one of those overpopulated roleplays ^3^

These are the Matching Games. In At age 16,, you take a personality test. The very next day, you get your results back and you are matched with your perfect someone. Specially trained professionals are trained for ten years to master the skill of matching. You have to stay with this person for life and if you break up, you become matchless. Matchless people live on the streets. Some selfless people will take in matchless people, but they are considered disgraces to the community for leaving their "Mr./Ms. Right"
Who is your perfect someone?

[l.i.n.k]

Welcome to DashingClan, home of the quick. We don't have any neighbors... Only us. We received a prophecy recently but we don't know what it means yet.

Branch and flower will fall from the sky
and bring truce during time of war.

What's going to happen to us?

~No weird colorings
~No mateless queens or motherless kits
~keep genders even
~No being your own mate/crush
~No powerplaying
~Common enemies are foxes, badgers, and dogs
~Common prey are mice, rabbits, and birds

[l.i.n.k]

You are a lone dog or wolf living in a thick forest. Your goal? To find a mate, establish a territory, and have pups. Finding love won't be easy. You must venture near and far in Tikahn(Tick-on) Forest. You may have to fight for mates with other canines - even if it's to the death. You must then search for prey and protect your pups.