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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby BlissfulFarrago » Wed Nov 24, 2010 3:51 pm

    I just plan out the whole thing in advance, usually. xD So, I'm working on a new RP...here's the intro so far:

[[...there's a place downtown...
...where the freaks all come around...]]



Welcome to Evexle City. Here, there, some people are born with born with...strange powers. They're feared; horribly, terribly feared. And why shouldn't they be? Most could kill you before you could blink, let alone beg for your life.

So, the others, the
normal people unconciously began to control the freaks the only way they knew how: by making the freaks seem as if they were worth less than the regular people. They were spit on, enslaved, driven out of Evexle City. Gradually, the violence toned down, leaving a precarious but workable society.

Any child that began to exhibit signs that it would be a freak, was abandoned, its parents desperate to free themselves from being associated with the freak. The signs usally began occur within the child's first few years. The abandoned child would either be taken in by an older freak, most likely on the streets; or die.

Freaks are usually fairly obvious to tell by their looks; almost all of them possess at least one odd characteristic: unnaturally colored hair, abnormally tall, pointed ears, spotted skin, almost any little quirk possible. The rare freak that doesn't have anything unusual about their looks could hide their power, become, almost, maybe, a normal person. But they are few and far between. The others only have one way to make money: to [[perform]].

Yes, to show off their powers in Evexle Square, the once feared people reduced to scraping by selling their powers. At night, the Square is filled with freaks. Flames fly through the air, bodies are bent into impossible shapes, minds are read for a quarter a pop. The normals come, delight in the shows, toss coins into hats, and leave, each secretly thinking about how glad they are that
they were not born a freak.

[[...]]

But what about the children who
can't be abandoned? Who's families can't risk the suspicion of a disappearing or dying child, the shame of being related to a freak? High-class families...no, they can't risk it. Instead they have to hide their fanstatical powers, living their lives in the shadows, covering up the their freakish attributes. And their just as stuck in their position as the street freaks. But which life is better?

[[The grass is always greener on the other side.]]


    The problem is I need a plot, not just a situation. :U

    I s'pose I should go through and update soon...
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby Popcorns » Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:04 pm

I like it Bliss. Hmm.. Well the most obviouse plot would be to have the freaks rebel against the nromal people, and in my mind it's too boring. But in this sort of situation it's harder to come up with a plot that not's expected. Oh, this is jsut a shot in the dark, but what if the Freaks start loosing their powers or something? Or if you go off of like how you said at the end about the High-Class families. What if their child was found out or soemthing? I know, my ideas are very poor.
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby average » Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:06 pm

BlissfulFarrago wrote:
    I just plan out the whole thing in advance, usually. xD So, I'm working on a new RP...here's the intro so far:

[[...there's a place downtown...
...where the freaks all come around...]]



Welcome to Evexle City. Here, there, some people are born with born with...strange powers. They're feared; horribly, terribly feared. And why shouldn't they be? Most could kill you before you could blink, let alone beg for your life.

So, the others, the
normal people unconciously began to control the freaks the only way they knew how: by making the freaks seem as if they were worth less than the regular people. They were spit on, enslaved, driven out of Evexle City. Gradually, the violence toned down, leaving a precarious but workable society.

Any child that began to exhibit signs that it would be a freak, was abandoned, its parents desperate to free themselves from being associated with the freak. The signs usally began occur within the child's first few years. The abandoned child would either be taken in by an older freak, most likely on the streets; or die.

Freaks are usually fairly obvious to tell by their looks; almost all of them possess at least one odd characteristic: unnaturally colored hair, abnormally tall, pointed ears, spotted skin, almost any little quirk possible. The rare freak that doesn't have anything unusual about their looks could hide their power, become, almost, maybe, a normal person. But they are few and far between. The others only have one way to make money: to [[perform]].

Yes, to show off their powers in Evexle Square, the once feared people reduced to scraping by selling their powers. At night, the Square is filled with freaks. Flames fly through the air, bodies are bent into impossible shapes, minds are read for a quarter a pop. The normals come, delight in the shows, toss coins into hats, and leave, each secretly thinking about how glad they are that
they were not born a freak.

[[...]]

But what about the children who
can't be abandoned? Who's families can't risk the suspicion of a disappearing or dying child, the shame of being related to a freak? High-class families...no, they can't risk it. Instead they have to hide their fanstatical powers, living their lives in the shadows, covering up the their freakish attributes. And their just as stuck in their position as the street freaks. But which life is better?

[[The grass is always greener on the other side.]]


    The problem is I need a plot, not just a situation. :U

    I s'pose I should go through and update soon...


that's awesome. D_________D

Hm... all of the mushy-gushy romance is probably a last resort type of thing, but maybe there is something threatening the humans, and they try using the freaks to protect them? I dunno. x3
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby Harpy• » Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:09 pm

Bliss, that's an amazing situtation. ^.^ I would most definitely join if it were to be made.
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby BlissfulFarrago » Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:12 pm

    Thanks, guys. :3 The song "Take It Off" by Ke$ha came on, and even though I hate that song, it inspired this. |D And I just read through it again and realized how horribly it needs editing. xD

    @Popcorns: Yeah, I was thinking you could play either a street freak or a high-class freak, kind of stuck in their horrible situations. But I don't know what would drive the RP. Losing the powers? Hmm, that could be interesting. I shall have to think that over. c:
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby Erythro » Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:24 pm

BlissfulFarrago wrote:
    Thanks, guys. :3 The song "Take It Off" by Ke$ha came on, and even though I hate that song, it inspired this. |D And I just read through it again and realized how horribly it needs editing. xD

    @Popcorns: Yeah, I was thinking you could play either a street freak or a high-class freak, kind of stuck in their horrible situations. But I don't know what would drive the RP. Losing the powers? Hmm, that could be interesting. I shall have to think that over. c:

I think it's really quite good. Oh, I have set up Akai Bara O onto it's own seperate forum, as well as on here. Same plot 'n' all just added and took away a couple things. :3 PM me if your interested. I also need help perfecting the plot... Usually I am really good with that kind of thing, but this time I have had a little bit trouble making it right.
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby Popcorns » Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:06 pm

Hey I writting this story about the Oregon Trail. I wanted to share with you guys. Note: I know theirs typo's and such. I type fast and often misspell things.

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To other people, what happened to my family seemed normal. Were were amung with the other thousand wagon trains making their way along the Oregon Trail who got raided. But it feels different when it happens to you. I've seen many other trains get cut off from the trail and loose their lives while trying to make it better. Even on our way through Utah, my ten year old brother and I kept count to as many broken wagons we saw or went around. We were currently at 24 and just the second day in from entering the new state.
When the horse hooves beating, gun fires, and blood boiling screams of pain filled the air, I joined them for I was scared. I didn't even see anything happen, but I knew what was going to happen. In my mind, knowing what was going to happen before your see it is the living version of hell before you actully get to hell if you had done a sin in your life. And I'll admit it, I have commited sins in my young life.
First of all, let me tell you that there are a total of seven wagons in my Papa's train. Each wagon having about five people. So using the math my Mama had been teaching the children in the wagon train during the trip, our group was currently home to thirty-five people. That's alot of screaming. And in this vast desert area, there's no where to hide except the rock formations to the east. But even before you started your way towards the rocky outcroup, you'd be spotted. Plus, if you reached the rocks with God on your side, well then you'd have to deal with the vermin that call that area home. I'm talkin' RattelSnakes, Coyot's, Scorpions, spiders, other snakes, Lizards and more! The only thing you could do in a situation like mine, is get to cover fast.
I grabbed my younger brother and the youngest brother, moved infront of the panicking horses, and stopped on the wagon's left side. My youngest brother Timothy was only five years old, but yet he knew that we only had minutes perhaps before the raiders searched the area. After the raiders felt as if the pioneers were no threat anymore, they would capture the women and children and take them back to camp while leavng some mugglers to burry the dead. I hushed my baby brother while clutching my other brother, Samual, who was ten, to my side. Samual rested his head on the middle of my arm as I was only older by six years and Samual was tall. His arm linked in mine I started out to the orange desert sand in front of me.
"Kenny!" Samual whispered and released his vice like grip on my arm and dashing to the end of our wagon to where the brown dog tugged at his rope lead.
"Samual!" I hollared, not bothering to hide my voice; they couldn't hear my own scream over the other handdful of people being captured. Samual's departued only made Timothy cry more. Tighiting my grip on my babay sibling I charged after Sam like the bulls at our old home. I grabbed his arm quickly and dashed toward the saftey of another Wagon's shadow. My eyes told Samual everything. There was nothing we could do. It was either get caught/killed, or escape without helping the others.
Samual still looked longiling at Kenny, for the dog was his from our Grandmama. Grandmama had granted Samual the dog when Kenny was born. I heaved a sigh has I handed Timothy to Samual to hold and cautiously made my way towards Kenny.
"Kenny." I said quietly and gave a low whistle. The brown dog turned his head to look at me. The dog whinned, loward his head and gave a bark. Kenny was scared, I could tell that. I only hopped the dog would stay put when I untied the rope and not dash off to fight the bandits. I closed the last few feet between me and the animal. I fumbled with the knot that connected Kenny to the wagon, I gave up quickly though. I reached into my new boots for my pocket knife I had taken from Papa's box when he wasn't looking. I figured I would need it on the road I cut feriously at the rope, and when the last strand broke I grabbed Kenny's rope collar before the brown dog could take off, dragged him back to the boys, and switched with Samual. Next thing on the list, getting out of here.
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby Erythro » Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:14 pm

Popcorns wrote:
Hey I writting this story about the Oregon Trail. I wanted to share with you guys. Note: I know theirs typo's and such. I type fast and often misspell things.

I

To other people, what happened to my family seemed normal. Were were amung with the other thousand wagon trains making their way along the Oregon Trail who got raided. But it feels different when it happens to you. I've seen many other trains get cut off from the trail and loose their lives while trying to make it better. Even on our way through Utah, my ten year old brother and I kept count to as many broken wagons we saw or went around. We were currently at 24 and just the second day in from entering the new state.
When the horse hooves beating, gun fires, and blood boiling screams of pain filled the air, I joined them for I was scared. I didn't even see anything happen, but I knew what was going to happen. In my mind, knowing what was going to happen before your see it is the living version of hell before you actully get to hell if you had done a sin in your life. And I'll admit it, I have commited sins in my young life.
First of all, let me tell you that there are a total of seven wagons in my Papa's train. Each wagon having about five people. So using the math my Mama had been teaching the children in the wagon train during the trip, our group was currently home to thirty-five people. That's alot of screaming. And in this vast desert area, there's no where to hide except the rock formations to the east. But even before you started your way towards the rocky outcroup, you'd be spotted. Plus, if you reached the rocks with God on your side, well then you'd have to deal with the vermin that call that area home. I'm talkin' RattelSnakes, Coyot's, Scorpions, spiders, other snakes, Lizards and more! The only thing you could do in a situation like mine, is get to cover fast.
I grabbed my younger brother and the youngest brother, moved infront of the panicking horses, and stopped on the wagon's left side. My youngest brother Timothy was only five years old, but yet he knew that we only had minutes perhaps before the raiders searched the area. After the raiders felt as if the pioneers were no threat anymore, they would capture the women and children and take them back to camp while leavng some mugglers to burry the dead. I hushed my baby brother while clutching my other brother, Samual, who was ten, to my side. Samual rested his head on the middle of my arm as I was only older by six years and Samual was tall. His arm linked in mine I started out to the orange desert sand in front of me.
"Kenny!" Samual whispered and released his vice like grip on my arm and dashing to the end of our wagon to where the brown dog tugged at his rope lead.
"Samual!" I hollared, not bothering to hide my voice; they couldn't hear my own scream over the other handdful of people being captured. Samual's departued only made Timothy cry more. Tighiting my grip on my babay sibling I charged after Sam like the bulls at our old home. I grabbed his arm quickly and dashed toward the saftey of another Wagon's shadow. My eyes told Samual everything. There was nothing we could do. It was either get caught/killed, or escape without helping the others.
Samual still looked longiling at Kenny, for the dog was his from our Grandmama. Grandmama had granted Samual the dog when Kenny was born. I heaved a sigh has I handed Timothy to Samual to hold and cautiously made my way towards Kenny.
"Kenny." I said quietly and gave a low whistle. The brown dog turned his head to look at me. The dog whinned, loward his head and gave a bark. Kenny was scared, I could tell that. I only hopped the dog would stay put when I untied the rope and not dash off to fight the bandits. I closed the last few feet between me and the animal. I fumbled with the knot that connected Kenny to the wagon, I gave up quickly though. I reached into my new boots for my pocket knife I had taken from Papa's box when he wasn't looking. I figured I would need it on the road I cut feriously at the rope, and when the last strand broke I grabbed Kenny's rope collar before the brown dog could take off, dragged him back to the boys, and switched with Samual. Next thing on the list, getting out of here.

That's really good! The one thing that the main character reminded me of, was Maximum Ride. They both have the same determination and thought process. It makes this piece even more to love in my opinion.
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby Clowesia » Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:16 pm

Et tu, Brute? wrote:RIGHT.
Got all the male set characters done. xD
Any one got any thoughts on it?

Males.


Big time small dealer

He’s the main man if you want to get your fix. He’ll flip you sh*t you’ve never heard of and keep you coming back for more. He rules the Rover flats with a tight fist and doesn’t let anyone encroach on his territory. He uses his muscle, the Street corner thug, to keep the debts paid and the streetwalkers fixed. His most treasured customer is the High class cross-dresser, as she has very wealthy connections and always has large amounts of cash to spare. He buys straight from the source, the Herbal Pharmacist, but lately he’s been expanding his horizon and has been looking for new snuff and more ground. He’s stepping on the big-boys toes and they aren’t liking it, it won’t be long until they bite back. He always keeps a string of women around.


Drug of choice.

-Samples everything that comes by him. Jack of all sins. Steers clear of Meth.


Relationships.


-Street corner thug; his main man.

-Herbal Pharmacist; strictly business.

-Trick flipper; “casual” on again off again relationship.

-High class cross-dresser; valued customer.


User level – Casual.



Street corner thug

Nothing but a mean gangster that peddles or forces his goods on anyone that rolls down their window. Not much of a brain sits in his head and he’ll talk with his fists more than his mouth. He’s been getting more violent, especially with his girlfriend, Hip hop honey. It’s probably because of the Meth habit he’s picked up. He constantly carries with him an easily concealed weapon. Been to jail many times for all types of crimes.

Drug of choice.

Methamphetamine, aka Meth.


Relationships.

-Hip hop honey ; girlfriend

-Big time small dealer; boss.

User level – Junkie.



Anything for a thrill

Life’s not worth living for him if he isn’t high. As his pseudonym suggests, he will do anything for a thrill, his main way to go about this is to get as sloshed and as high as possible before participating in various bedtime “activities.” His lust, nay obsession for a thrill leads him to do increasingly dangerous things, he’s broken bones on more than one occasion and has ended up in prisons just as many times. With little self-respect he’s been known to sell himself if it will help him get what he wants. The only person she shares a bed with on a continuing basis is the High class cross-dresser, they have a “beneficial” friendship. The High class cross-dresser is the only person who he can stand to be around for more than just a few hours; high class cross-dresser is his confident and he often turns to her in times of need. Anything for a thrill has no feelings what-so-ever towards Raver.


Drug of choice.

Heroin, crack cocaine, cocaine, uppers, herbal pills, speed, ecstasy, anything he can get his hands on that will give him a high.


Relationships.


High class cross-dresser; “beneficial” friend and confident.

Raver; no interest what-so-ever.


User level – Junkie.



Herbal pharmacist

Your standard hippy. He cooks up anything and everything using his green thumb for free love and free highs. He’s constantly baking something and his apartment is a bit of a death zone, there have been fires, explosions and accidental poisonings in there before. You might want to put on a gas mask before entering. His girlfriend is Raver, he supplies her directly but everyone else has to buy from Big time small dealer. He does not get on well with Street corner thug, for if Herbal pharmacist is late with a batch, Street corner thug generally shows up. Herbal Pharmacist was forced by Big time small dealer into making drugs when Big time small dealer found out that he could make just about anything. Herbal Pharmacist was original just a pot grower and made other drugs for his friends for free.


Drug of choice.


Marijuana , aka Weed, Pot, Herbs, etcetc.


Relationships.

Bug time small dealer; “boss.”

Street corner thug; heavily feared.

Raver; girlfriend.


User level – Casual, though continuously stoned.



Female section done. :>


Females.


High class cross-dresser.

A female that dresses and acts like a male, even likes to be referred to as a male. As the name implies, High class cross-dresser is high class, only dating the wealthiest or business men and women. These men and women are generally twice her age, she’s their little toy boy, whether it be a man whose kink strays into the red or a female who wants to keep her homosexuality under wraps; high class cross-dresser doesn’t care. The occupants of Rover lane have no idea why such a well dressed person ended up in government flatting, or why she even stays there; her sugar mummies and daddies keep her pickets well lined with hundred dollar notes. Surrounded by thugs and idiots that wouldn’t blink an eye and beating her senseless and robbing her blind, many outsiders find it odd that she’s never shown up with not even a hair out of line. This would be because of Big-time small dealer. High class cross-dresser buys from him, that means whatever company she may keep becomes his costumer as well. She has helped him earn very influential and rich clients, the least he can do is keep her safe and alive.


Drug of choice.

-Cocaine.


Relationships.


-Big time small dealer; casual.

-Anything for a thrill; complicated, but good.


User level – Casual.



Trick flipper.

Once from an above average family, Trick flipper had a normal, if not slightly above normal, life. She was into swimming and hockey and had excellent grades. Until she turned 15, met her first boyfriend and was turned onto Heroine. It was a slippery slope from there. It wasn’t long till she was barefoot and pregnant, kicked out of her once loving home and abandoned for a new w***e she was 16 and living on the streets. She flipped tricks (aka prostitution) to get her fix, it was doing this that she strayed into big-time small dealers “territory” it didn’t take long for word to reach him of some girl making money on his ground without cutting him in. Trick Flipper got picked up, and through some means or another became Big time small dealers girl. She consequently had the baby though it was quickly given to child services. Trick Flipper is constantly on and off heroin and crack-cocaine, when she’s on it, she resorts to flipping tricks and this leads to her getting “back with” big-time small dealer.

Drug of choice.

Heroin, but when short on cash, Crack-cocaine.


Relationships.

-Big-time small dealer; pimp/boyfriend.

-Hip hop honey; best friend.


User level – Junkie.



Hip hop honey.

A fanatic about anything with a fat beat, Hip hop honey wants to strike out of the ghetto and make it on her own as a huge hip hop sensation. She’s often found practicing her moves anywhere that’s free and writing her own songs. Hip hop honey is trapped into a relationship with Street corner thug; she loves him but at the same time is fears him. She suffers from battered woman syndrome. Hip hop honey has a bad past with alcohol and has slowly found herself slipping back into old habits to help cope with her ever increasingly violent boyfriend.


Drug of choice.

Alcohol.


Relationships.


-Street corner thug; boyfriend.

-Trick flipper; best friend.



User level – Casual, slowly slipping to Junkie.



Raver

This is a girl that knows how to party but doesn’t know how to stop; nearly every night she spends out at a different rave club. Bubbly, energetic and stunningly beautiful, Raver is not used to being told no, so when she met Anything for a thrill, she expected him to be hers. After a one-night stand, Anything for a thrill couldn’t even remember her name. Broken hearted, Raver returned to her boyfriend, Herbal Pharmacists arms, he knowing none the wiser that she had cheated on him. It was while visiting her boyfriend that Raver discovered Anything for a thrill lived in Rover flats. Ravers lust for him soon turned into obsession. When she found out about his relationship with High class cross-dresser, she became enraged. It is her goal in life to steal Anything for a thrill from High class cross-dresser. Her obsession is steadily spinning out of control. Adores neon colours and glow-sticks.


Drug of choice.


Alcohol, speed, ecstasy, uppers and herbal pills.


Relationships.

-Herbal pharmacist; boyfriend she has no real feelings for, used for drugs.

-Anything for a thrill; obsession.

-High class cross-dresser; enemy



User level – Junkie, she uses whenever she parties.


Does anyone have any favourite characters? xD
What one would you want to play if you joined the RP? =o

Any suggestion for the characters? I feel like they could use a bit more oomph! But I can't think of anything. x3
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Re: Semi-Literate+ RPers Club

Postby major tom » Thu Nov 25, 2010 1:17 am

Blissful Farrago: I find that idea quite interesting, and might even join now that I have a bit more time on my hands. Perhaps the normals could start a business by which they start capturing the freaks? Or maybe being a freak could become punishable by death and they begin to be rounded up in that way. . . I suck at plot ideas, so I might now be much help here. :c The freaks could also be shipped off to some strange country, but that follows the same basic lines as before. . . Maybe a few of the freaks could band together and take a major high-class family leader as a hostage? Then they could demand something such as rights, housing, etc.
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