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[✖Owl Eyes✖]

For you, everything was as normal as always. You've always seen the Shadows, the little black creatures. They kept you company all of your life. You've tried telling your parents about them, and all you get in return is a confused, worried look. Sometimes, a 'yes, I know' too, but that became rare the more you persisted about them. And so, one day when you just got home from your last day of school, you walk into the living room and see your bags packed. Your parents stand behind the bags, looking at you sadly. "Hun, we're sending you away." Your mother says softly, and your father adds, "We think you may need a little help, so we're sending you to a fabulous place." A small, appologetic smile flashes across their lips, and they both say those last, final words that sealed your fate. "It's called The White Room."

The White Room Asylum. Oh joy, now you really must be insane!

It's hardly been three minutes since your parents drove you away, and you see no Shadows in sight. Anywhere. That's because the asylum was specifically built to keep those creatures at bay. Unless you were to sit in a dark corner for a good hour, you wouldn't find your trusted friends.
"You look rather pale." A little voice chirps from beside you, and you turn to find a surprisingly young-looking girl. "Don't judge a book by it's cover, you can find the Shadows anywhere, so long as you look past the blinding white. Oh, and my name's Rabella. You are?" Extremely confused, you give the girl your name, and then look around. 'Look past the white'? How is that possible? You get a little tour from Rabella, all the while wondering what she meant.
After a good hour, she leaves you at your room.
You're alone now, good luck.

[rose;]

The only way I can keep track of the days is the scratch in the wall I make when I am brought a meal. They feed me once a day... Now it is usually only a slab if raw, dirty meat, but it's all I have.
I fear I am going insane, I find myself suddenly a tiger, no recollection of when I shifted, what I did, maybe a day has gone by and I'd never know. I find it harder and harder to shift back to myself, my real self. I fear one day I will not be able to...
Th scratches say I've been here for 3 years, but how can u know that's correct? How can I know a year has gone by as I was shifted, and I'd never know.
It's so dark, so cold. I haven't felt the comfort of another persons touch in so long, I've forgotten it. I talk to myself just to hear someone, just to know I can still talk.
They told me they were putting us together tomorrow, in cages by each other. I can hardly hope to see the sun again, feel the warmth of it after so long. I hope... I hope it's not too late. I hope I'm still able to be saved. I will not succumb to them though... They will not break me and make me their slave.
This will be my last message here, I will say goodbye to this cursed cell tomorrow...
~Elijah... 3 years.

Just because you can change into an animal at will, you're treated like an animal. When you were 14, royal soldiers came and dragged you away from your family. You were forced to serve the royal families, treated like dirt. Kicked around, physically, verbally abused. Of course, it was worse for the girls.
Many were broken and became willing servants, but you were different. You refused to be taken away from yourself. So they chained you up in a dark cage, totally, completely isolated you in hopes to drive you insane. Some were put on shows in circuses even.
But now, after years of this torture, you're being put together. You'll be in separate cages, but side by side. It's the first human interaction you'll have had in years for some, months for others, and it can surprise you how strongly emotions come rushing back. Hostility, longing, friendships.
But, when you want to escape, can you put things aside to work together?

[wildfire6]

ANIMO INSTINCT(ACCEPTING!)

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Animo is a disease engineered in the Amino Labs of Vancouver, Canada by Dr. Frederik Van Guetenstaven. It is contracted through the air ( via coughing, sneezing and in the labs an injection) and if contracted you will gain a few key fetures of the first animal you touch (So basicly you become a neko). Recently several key experiments "Escaped" and accidentally started spearding the disease to others with the correct DNA code outside the labs. They founded a place for those who contracted the disease from them to live because the public wouldn't be able to take the disease being out in the open.
THE LABS SOMETIMES SEND GENETICLY ENGINEERED MONSTERS TO TEST THE SUBJECTS. IF YOU FAIL, YOU'RE DEAD.

PLACES
The Safehouse- Founded by Jake, the safehouse is where those who contracted the disease can live.

The Cafe- Literally named The Cafe, it takes up half the safehouse and is what earns the escapees and others to earn their money

The City (Seattle, Wasington)- As long as you cover up your animal parts you are allowed to go to the city and do whatever you want there

The School- the school where those under 18 go. Run by Lupa.

PROJECTS
You can have contracted the disease from any of these prodjects, in this case you will gain the side effects of the prodject.
( Note, these are just the names the test subjects gave them)
Animo Prodject- Started with children being kidnapped and infected by the labs, now it's what everybody has the side effects of
Yin Yang Prodject- A very successful prodject which makes the subject 2 people (Still has animo)
Prodject Psycic- The Subject gains the ability to read minds (only in original test subjects, not contagious)

LINK:
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[catdoq]

.: Hazeclan :.
{Semi Literate Warrior Cats Roleplay}
Deputy and Medicine cat apprentice ranks Open.

You slip silently through the dew covered undergrowth of a large forest. You've no idea where you are, or how long you have been walking, but your ribs jut from your sides and dew is weaved throughout your pelt, making you uncomfortable and wet. You decide to try hunting. You scent the air and discover a mouse, not far from where you stand, and you make a grave attempt at catching it. A stern voice sounds behind you, "You're not from around here, are you?" You jump up and turn around, fur standing on end. Facing you is a group of cats; you guess the one that was speaking was the silver tabby. "You look a bit worn out." A light brown tabby meows with an amused tone. You can now tell that they're mocking you. You open your mouth to protest, but the silver tabby cuts you off, "Shut your tra-" She is cut off by the brown tabby standing next to her, "Would you like to come with us?" He meows. You now face a great decision; go with these strange cats to who knows where, or stay in the forest by yourself.

- Rules and Forms -

- HazeClan Cats -

- Territory Overview -

- Other Information -

- News and Updates -

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[The-Savage-Grace]

LISTEN TO THIS AS YOU READ!

WARNING!: GORE! MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 12!

Are you ready?

Can you face the banging at your door?

Do you think you can muster up the

stomach to blow the brains out of

a flesh-eating freak with a 12-gauge?

I hope so.

The year is 2012; a new virus called the Accacia virus has infected the world's population, spreading the disease like wildfire. The virus slowly and painfully destroys it's victim from the inside out, killing them by over pumping blood and eventually shutting down their organs, unable to handle all of the blood within the body without any organs to help cycle it, the blood cells drown and the heart explodes. But that isn't even the worst part. After the virus has destroyed it's victim, it creeps into the lower part of the brain and takes over, the brain becoming the host. The virus then tells the brain to function the muscles, making the body able to move and make noises. However, the victim is not technically "alive", and therefore is officially a zombie.
The virus has one goal: survival.
So, it only gives it's host two objectives: eat and reproduce.
A bite from any person affected by the Accacia virus will result in turning the victim of the bite into a zombie as well. That all being said, a few survivors fight to survive the zombie outbreak. America (along with the rest of the world) has turned into a wasteland.
Every corner of the continent is crowded with zombies. There is supposedly only one place safe from all of the chaos: a refugee haven called Forsaken City in California.
Our survivors make their way to Forsaken City, in hopes of escaping all of this madness. Until they get there however, they stock up on guns, ammo, and supplies, and go to town on these zombie freaks.

J O I N . U S . I N . T H E . F I G H T . F O R . S U R V I V A L!

[catdoq]

.: Hazeclan :.
{Semi Literate Warrior Cats Roleplay}
Deputy and Medicine cat apprentice ranks Open.

You slip silently through the dew covered undergrowth of a large forest. You've no idea where you are, or how long you have been walking, but your ribs jut from your sides and dew is weaved throughout your pelt, making you uncomfortable and wet. You decide to try hunting. You scent the air and discover a mouse, not far from where you stand, and you make a grave attempt at catching it. A stern voice sounds behind you, "You're not from around here, are you?" You jump up and turn around, fur standing on end. Facing you is a group of cats; you guess the one that was speaking was the silver tabby. "You look a bit worn out." A light brown tabby meows with an amused tone. You can now tell that they're mocking you. You open your mouth to protest, but the silver tabby cuts you off, "Shut your tra-" She is cut off by the brown tabby standing next to her, "Would you like to come with us?" He meows. You now face a great decision; go with these strange cats to who knows where, or stay in the forest by yourself.

- Rules and Forms -

- HazeClan Cats -

- Territory Overview -

- Other Information -

- News and Updates -

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[✖Owl Eyes✖]

For you, everything was as normal as always. You've always seen the Shadows, the little black creatures. They kept you company all of your life. You've tried telling your parents about them, and all you get in return is a confused, worried look. Sometimes, a 'yes, I know' too, but that became rare the more you persisted about them. And so, one day when you just got home from your last day of school, you walk into the living room and see your bags packed. Your parents stand behind the bags, looking at you sadly. "Hun, we're sending you away." Your mother says softly, and your father adds, "We think you may need a little help, so we're sending you to a fabulous place." A small, appologetic smile flashes across their lips, and they both say those last, final words that sealed your fate. "It's called The White Room."

The White Room Asylum. Oh joy, now you really must be insane!

It's hardly been three minutes since your parents drove you away, and you see no Shadows in sight. Anywhere. That's because the asylum was specifically built to keep those creatures at bay. Unless you were to sit in a dark corner for a good hour, you wouldn't find your trusted friends.
"You look rather pale." A little voice chirps from beside you, and you turn to find a surprisingly young-looking girl. "Don't judge a book by it's cover, you can find the Shadows anywhere, so long as you look past the blinding white. Oh, and my name's Rabella. You are?" Extremely confused, you give the girl your name, and then look around. 'Look past the white'? How is that possible? You get a little tour from Rabella, all the while wondering what she meant.
After a good hour, she leaves you at your room.
You're alone now, good luck.

☽Зνзячтнілg Іs Алчтнілg ЯР☾Ỗῤзл

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[ м ʋ s ɪ c . ɪ и . ʏ σ ʋ я . s σ ʋ ʟ ]



» » ‘ music's in my soul I can hear it everyday, everynight, it's the one thing on my mind ’ « «

You're talented, very talented child. Did you know? Sure you didn't, or if you did you're very proud of it, your skills...but in only one thing. Maybe you're clever, a nerd, a cheerleader, a jock or a skater. We don't mind about that, but we worry about this: classical, hip hop, pop, punk, reggae. Right now your parents are reading a letter, taking a decision for you, for your future.They're going to send you here, because you're one of the teens who'd been selected by us.

You're talented with music, it's something you that can't be learned, only perfectioned, and that's the reason why you're coming here. To learn. You'll be given a room, which you'll share with another random student. But what you'll have to choose is your style, because at the end of the year, you'll be entering a competition against the other bands of the school to win something: a tour with your favourite singer/band.

You have “music in your soul”.

Semi-lit new music school. Needing desesperately boys.

[ м ʋ s ɪ c . ɪ и . ʏ σ ʋ я . s σ ʋ ʟ ] music school --open

[pretty.visitors]

ѕυммєя нαιя = ƒσяєνєя уσυηg ● ѕємι ℓιт

ωє'яє ¢яαѕнιηg ¢αяѕ ωє υѕє∂ тσ ѕнαяє / ωιтн ѕυммєя gιяℓѕ / ωιтн ѕυммєя нαιя

It's the 28th of June, 2012, just a few days in to your well-deserved summer vacation. Whether you're a local or new in town, you’re ready to kick back, relax, and have a stress-free summer.

…Or, so you’d hoped. Unless you were planning to spend your days inside watching Friends reruns, it’s nearly inevitable that you’ll get caught up in some sort of drama.

This is going to be a pretty go with the flow roleplay. We’ll see where it ends up.

At the moment, we are looking for males, and there are no female slots open.
ωє'яє ∂яινιηg αяσυη∂ ¢нαѕιηg тнє ѕтαяѕ/вυт тнє ραяту'ѕ вυѕтє∂ υρ/вєƒσяє ιт єνєя ѕтαятѕ

[Emberrose]

New roleplay! Assassin's Creed based with OCs
Link: Click

∂εα∂ℓy sнα∂σωs
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

Welcome to Roma, Italy, late 15th century.

The silent shadow of a figure stood in the dark alleyway, eyes locked on a man walking with the air of importance. A templar. The shadow moved around a turn towards the other end of the alley, watching as the man walked past. A flicker of movement was seen in the darkness of night, enough to unsettle the man, as the streets were mostly empy now. Little did he know, he was caught in a simple yet deadly game of cat and mouse. The man's stride quickened as he hurried to his destination. The shadow climbed atop a stack of crates and quickly scaled the wall of the building towards the rooftop. The man, as now evident in the moonlight, moved silently across the shingles. The target did not look up, as his gaze was focused on the streets. And even if he had looked up, he may have thought the figure on the rooftop to be one of his own archers, though he carried no bow or quiver. Unease shot through the target, and he started running down the next street. The shadow ran across the rooftop without a sound, stalking his prey. "Guards!" The man called from below, hoping to attain help. The templar slowed and drew his sword, stopping to catch his breath. The shadow came to the edge of the roof and then leaped down, a hidden wrist blade unsheathed, and landed on top of the target, plunging it into his neck. "Requiescat in pace," the assassin murmured to the dead noble. The assassin scaled the wall again and disappeared into the night just as a small group of guards came around the corner, spotting the body. The mouse was dead, the cat escaped. The shouts of the guards echoed in Roma.
We work in the dark to serve the light. We are assassins.

For centuries the assassins have been fighting the Templar order. The Brotherhood is broken, and many assassins work alone now, though it is evident that there are others in the city. They go trough their lives, making money off of assassination contracts, even killing a Templar or two when they get the chance. Yet if they are to regain peace in Rome, they must regroup and recreate the Brotherhood, or else the assassins may be no more. Remember, stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent, and hide in plain sight.

Rules:
~Tess’s rules apply.
~No power-playing, god modding, or mary/gary sues.
~Max of three characters per person, and no more than you can handle.
~Use Fade to Black or Time Skip if needed.
~SEMI-LIT, at least three good sentences per post per character, preferably more.
~No in-game characters. OCs only, please.
~No killing without another player's permission.
~Try and keep genders even.
~Proper grammar and spelling please.
~Do not sign up and vanish without any warning.
~This takes place in the 1400s. There are no electronics or cars, of course.
~I prefer if you use Italian sounding names, and please use a few Italian words in some of your posts. (Google translate if you need help.)
~Drama is encouraged, and have fun!

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