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[Paper Dragon]

We need an Germany and Italy pretty badly! Also, other characters as well!! All welcome!!! Please join!!!!

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1153602&p=32624131#p32624131

There are 3 families that terrorize the streets of the worlds. They are known by many around the world. Police don't bother to stop them, but everyday blood is shed on the streets. The Allies tend to try to keep the peace, but Russia has an old family grudge against him. The Axis also have a grudge with Russia but also with America, for what he did to Japan many years ago. Red has painted the streets for years now. What family will you chose?

Need help? Click here ---> http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6800123/1/Hetalia_Mafia. This is where I got the info WITH permission. This is a good reference on what I mean.

[Swurk]

Goddess's and Gods (New God/ Goddess School RP Accepting)
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As you walk into the private exclusive school that your parents sent you too, you look around the large grand halls. You still can't believe your parents sent you to this boarding school. You came from the large island of O'dess'a where everybody is a god or goddess. You walk into the section of a hallway which has your element symbol above the opening. You walk into your assigned dorm room surprised to find two beds. Grunting as you find out you wont have the room to yourself you take your bed and start to sort out your stuff hoping that maybe, just maybe you'll be alone in your dorm. The next day you wake up and go to class for your special element. Surprisingly it's not a desk and books class its like a P.E. class. (Like water have a large pool etc.) Your P.E. teacher is dressed in the colors of the Symbol above your dorm hallway. Most of your teachers will be like this except you'll go to the other classes to to learn abit of the basic knowledge.

[eden .]

WANTED

NEEDS 3 MORE PEOPLE (2 GIRLS, 1 BOY).

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...

[The True Werewolf]

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=65&t=1153314#p32609685

The Story Of The White Wolf With Blue Eyes (NEW WOLF RP!)

PLOT

A deadly virus is spreading through the lands, animals are being affected by it in different ways. Wolves are mercilessly slaughtering each other. There is a legend of an ancient race, they are the wisest of the wise and live in the horizon towering over all, they can answer any question to those who seek them out, but not all can prevail in their journey to do so. There was one alpha of a wolf pack who has met a female of this species and has had his questions answered, he sadly perishes when he to becomes infected with the disease and was killed before it could spread to the rest of the pack, the disease has no name but there is a cure for it, however, to find the cure, it will take ten wolves to make a perilouse journey to find the mountians that touch the sky, but in doing so, they will find who they truly are on their quest, some may like it, others may hate what they find out, but all together they find who they truly are. One of these wolves who will take this dangerouse and deadly journy is a white wolf with blue eyes named Forest. Her pack killed each other due to the disease and as a result, only she and her mother remained the soul survivors. Later on, her mother and an infected wolf fight and they both end up dying in the end. There is a saying umongst all the alphas "Only the strong will survive, the weak will perish." This disease has no means to end and will spread from one infected animal to a healthy animal. The symptons of the disease is a bit like rabies, however, you hulicinate things and after a while loose what part of your mind there was and attack with a deadly force. Eventually, the disease will kill you, sometimes before another infected indevidual will kill you, the question is, do you have what it takes to survive? Or are you one of the weak ones who will perish under the imense power of the disease?

THIS IS AN EXTREMELY NEW RP! LOOKING FOR MEMBERS TO JOIN! NOT AND I REPEAT! NOT SEMI-LIT OR LIT! (ALTHOUGH YOU ARE STILL WELCOME TO JOIN HOWEVER YOU CANNOT GET ANGRY AT THOSE WHO CANNOT DO SEMI-LIT OR LIT RPS).

[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<<<


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

[Paper Dragon]

We need an Germany and Italy pretty badly! Also, other characters as well!! All welcome!!! Please join!!!!

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1153602&p=32624131#p32624131

There are 3 families that terrorize the streets of the worlds. They are known by many around the world. Police don't bother to stop them, but everyday blood is shed on the streets. The Allies tend to try to keep the peace, but Russia has an old family grudge against him. The Axis also have a grudge with Russia but also with America, for what he did to Japan many years ago. Red has painted the streets for years now. What family will you chose?

Need help? Click here ---> http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6800123/1/Hetalia_Mafia. This is where I got the info WITH permission. This is a good reference on what I mean.

[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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[val velocity]

Air
Water
Earth
Fire

Thousands of years ago the five nations of animals lived in harmony.They rarely fought with fists,paws,or hooves unless it was only in one colony,and they all helped each other out when in despair.Then the fire nation wanted more.They wanted more than hundreds of miles of territory.They wanted it all.They first attacked the air nation,leaving only a few animals left.Then came the water nation,who lived in the artic.They burned down all the dens with the familys inside it,leaving them with nothing left and putting the found surviors on ships.Then came the Earth nation,when they attacked them the battle lasted long,several hundred years.Until the nations were all banished and it all began,
again.

Link here
You can RP as any animal also,just don't be anything smaller than a fox.
^.^

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Ғσяeveя Aи∂ Єveя....
S u m m e r .
One of the best times of the year. The pretty sunsets, the rolling waves along the beach--but most importantly, it's the season for love.
Your tired of being yelled at for those stupid little mistakes. Oh, I forgot to do the dishes. Whoops. Grounded. Fun? Not really. So what do you do when your tiny mistakes could keep you in from the best summer of your life? You run away. Sure, it's a big step, but defiantly worth it in the end. Sure, you might encounter some bumps along the road, but that should never stop you. Maybe you will even take a large step towards becoming independant. You might even get a girlfriend/boyfriend! You might take huge steps from holding hands and giving small butterfly kisses. Who knows. But whatever you do, make sure that your in for
the ride of a lifetime.
Summertime fun.


Ƥяɛ∂αтσяƨ αяɛ Ƥяɛʏ
Broomsbury and Brimswick Acadamy of Hunting
Welcome to Broomsbury and Brimswick, here you will learn the skills needed to hunt werewolves.

Welcome to the Pack of the Rising Sun, we live just off the campus of Broomsburry and Brimswick. This is your home. Werewolves change on full moons.


Sмαℓℓ Tσωи Sɛcяɛтs
Modoc is a small town in Union Township, Randolph County, Indiana. The town population was 196 back in 2010, and has grown very little within the years. It is a small, friendly little town, where everyone knows everybody. And, of course, you'd expect not much goes on here, but that is about to change. In the dense woods that surround the town, wolves that nobody ever noticed, are beginning to stir. Many town citizens have reported the odd wolves circling the town at night. They are seen very seldom in the day, but thy are there. Even a few have been seen sitting a few yards back listening to Osagwe's town myths. The wolves have yet to harm anyone, and nobody really knows if that is even the creatures' intentions. Who knows? Maybe someone or something is trying to harm them instead...

"Curiousity got the teen turned into a werewolf."

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Welcome to Rosewood, a seemingly peaceful and quiet neighborhood, if you live on the right side of town. You've lived here you're whole life, you and you're family trying to hold up the perfect family image while on the inside you're life's literally ripping at the seems. To the North Siders, you're known as the snotty rich kids who always get what they want and take things for granted. North siders and South Siders don't associate with each other due to race and the North Sider's reputation. All North Siders are in a gang called the Latino Bloods, or LB. South Sider and North Sider boys definately don't mix and fight half the time.

Ɯιиɢƨ σғ тнɛ βɛнσℓ∂ɛя
As a child, you saw pictures of mutants. Like cats with 'wings' or whatever. And when you would look out your window, you would see birds flyin higher thain the sky, but you were never envious of thies animals. You were one of them. Somehow in your geans, smething got screwed up and you were born with full, wings. You could accuretly fly and everything. For some of you kids, your parents accepted you for you. For other kids, your parents throught you were freaks and threw you out on the street at a young age. But whatever the circumstances may be, somehow, you were wandering in a far stretch of woods on the far side of town, and you herd something in the distance. When cureosity burned you all the way through, you desided to go investigate it. After walking about a quarter of a mile deeper into the woods, you stumbled across a log cabin. It did not look big on the outside, but somehow, you knew, that the inside was huge. Voices and laughter came out room the house, and they stared to get louder as people aproached the door. You jumped back, cowering behind a tree, wanting to see what kids were hiding in the woods. A second or two passed, and two teenagers walked out. But that isnt what made your blood run cold in your body. On their back was two light, feathery wings. What will you do now?


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It's the same routine every year; your parents go on vacation to Europe, leaving you with your crazy vegan godparents and their kids. They live in North-Western Washington, deep in the Olympic mountains. The closest town is nothing but a ghost anymore, and you can only dream of escaping. But what if there is an escape, closer than you could ever imagine? There have been rumors about the woods for years, mythical creatures that have been brawling, good against bad, for years, but you haven't been foolish enough to believe them. It's only when you go into the woods, that you learn it's deepest, darkest secrets.

◎Ғιƨнɛямɛи'ƨ Ƥαяα∂ιƨɛ◎
Fishermen are on their boats and either spot, of catch a mermaid, what they do with them is their choice. Mermaids are always female, they are usually playful, and some are better around fishermen than other. But there are a few tat despise the humans, and hate their existence. Mermaids always have tails but can crawl onto water, they don't breath water but are much like other sea creatures and can hold their breath for enormous amounts of time. Mermaids are able to hold air for up to 3 hours. They are generally able to swim up to 100 miles per hour. Fishermen don't know of mermaids, although men have created theories. Mermaids have beautiful voices, better than humans. Their voices may carry on for miles and miles to reach the ears of fishermen. Those men can follow the sounds or ignore, but ignoring them is incredibly hard. Most greedy men will capture mermaids and let people either see them, or listen to their singing, in return, the mermaids are allowed to live. Anther precious thing about a mermaid, is that a single tear drop from them can heal a man to perfect health and some say it can even make you live forever.
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♫Mermaids♫ and ✣Fishermen✣

[Areater]

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=1119355&p=31270122#p31270122

Cloverclan started with a Small Kit, Black with Green eyes. She grew up and left her Twoleg's, living in the Forest. Other cats followed, and soon battles happened over prey. The cats started making territories, but they were small and no cat had enough. More battles followed, and territories expanded as cats died in the battles. Soon only 2 cats remained, Clover and Red. Red wanted more territory. He wouldn't settle with half the territory. He battled Clover for hers, and Clover was the last remaining cat. When more cats came into the forest, she didn't want more battle. She wanted peace. So she made a camp and invited cats into it. Some cats refused, and lived alone. Others joined her, and Cloverclan started to grow. Soon too many cats were there to make easy choices. Starclan visited Clover, and told her what to do. Clover became Cloverstar, and the other cats were given their names. Grassheart became deputy. The medicine cat became Snowfur. Everything was peaceful, and it all went uphill from there. Cloverclan grew to a huge clan, and their ancestors have kept it alive. Do you have what it takes to be a clan cat?

Many Ranks Open!!!

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