λ The Extra Link λ (An RP School Class Thread)

[Vaera Playrite]

Goals for this Level: (These are what you need to have in posts in order to be tested)
In this level, we will be working on your…
•Character depth and insight -- you will be exploring your character’s thoughts, feelings and actions
•Grammar and Spelling – we hope to cut out all grammar and spelling problems early so that you can have an easier time in the next few levels
•Fluidity – we will steer you away from dead enders and rocky sentences!
•Avoidance of Gary/Mary Sues and power playing/god modding – because these are rude and annoying
•Turn Taking – because we want you to keep your head when you move out into the world of online rping
•Post Length – because nobody likes one-liners. You will have to post 8-9 lines (150 words ish) consistantly to be able to pass

A note: The Novice level, or Level 1, has the most goals, so don't be discouraged with this list, most of these are regular mistakes, and work on parts that you need to work on (I will critique it so it will be easier for you to figure that out) and the test will be a breeze. (Also, you will be tested when I think you are ready for it, students DON'T need to wait for the other students to do the test.)

This thread is exclusively for Class B, there will only be 5 users, including me, and nobody will be randomly invited! If you're looking at this and wanting to try it out go to the Main Tread and apply: If all classes are full, don't worry, there will be a waiting list.


Class B's Roleplay shall be...... (I'm going to call you guys that.)
The Extra Link
Plot
Far away, not reachable by rockets or ships, is a land. This is a land of dreams. No, the land of dreams. It is called the Extra Link. For as long as life as exsisted it has been around for people and animals to gain refuge in their dreams from the harsh reality. This has always been a safe place, except for those who wish for adventure in their dreams because they have none when they wake. Spirit guides help dreamers get to and from the Extra Link safely in their dreams.

Now this place is threatened to be subject to destruction by the Night Mares. They are no horses, they are the banished spirit guides and evil spirits that are not allowed to enter the Extra Link. They block the passage for others using night mares. In order to keep the Extra Link alive, dreamers must visit it.

But the Extra Link has hope. The guardians of the Extra Link has chosen several dreamers as its destined heroes and have granted them with the special celestial weapons. Well you are one of them. The question remains, will you help save the Extra Link before it's too late?

Rules...

1. When I post, it will be in THIS colour so you all know where the critique is and such.
2. When you are talking out of character (which shouldn’t happen often during the actual practice), always write in between double parenthesis, or put “OOC:” in front of it.
3. If you wish to drop out at any time, PM me, so it doesn't seem like you dissappeared, never to return. (Though you will be one of many to not become an intermediate student) If something is going on with your life and can't get on, also PM me. If I suddenly dissappear for a certain amount of time without any notice, imform the Headmaster.
4. Please put the talking in bold so it is easier.
5. As usual, all of Tess's Rules apply (please also don't do Godmodding or anything)
6. If there is any of ...well.... you know, fade to black, and do not seriously injure or kill another character without permission (thought I doubt the killing part will happen)
7. if you do any cussing, please bleep it out, but let's all keep it to a minimal
8. Be patient with the other students and myself, we all have lives as well, so please don't spam around. (Patience is a virtue, and if you have patience, you WILL be a Level 2)
9. Please have a maximum of two characters (thought it is preferred to have just one) and wait to have your character accepted
10. Have fun!

Creating Characters\Forms
Just like above one the goals, one of the aims of the Novice level is to teach you to consider every aspect of your character, or most of the aspects, which leads to creating a well-developed character who has some sustenance to him or her, and isn't one sided or "a cardboard cut-out". That being said, I think it would be good to have one or two characters per person, so that we're practicing. Like a regular RP, we have a character form (or skeleton) to create and expand on your character. (This one is designed to have a basic idea what your character looks and acts like.)

Code: Select all

Username:
Chacter's Full Name:
Gender:
Age:
Night-Mare or Dreamer:
Weapon:
Power(Night-Mares only):
Description/Pic:
Special Markings/Tattoos:
History:
General Personality:
Fears:
Strengths:
Family:
Other:


Turns
Since we ARE practicing, int order we will be doing this in a turn-based fashion. DO NOT STEP OUT OF TURN, that is unless I say that is allowed, not only do RP sites hate when that happens, but we are all learning so this makes it easier on everyone because it's annoying to try to learn this stuff when you have to wait for a recap.
Batty~ -> Runy Star -> Fanged -> atmosphere. -> Chinke (Me)

Once the proctor has posted, you may start from the beginning of the turn list. (This doesn't include placing character forms)

For your conveince, all Characters will be listed below. You will not see this in every Role-play.
Characters
Melesa Woods - Chinke
Audrey Pine - Batty~
Unity Wesker - Runy Star
Cashal "Gazer" Johnson - Fanged
Cheeta Rose Whyte - Fanged
Charlie Bower - atmosphere.
Elliot Johan - atmosphere.

[Vaera Playrite]

Class Notes
(MORE will be added to later.)

April 26th 2012
DO NOT have your charrie use the same celetical weapon if someone else already has it. (There is a new taken weapons section farther down in this post.: Celestial Bow & Arrows, Celetical Crossbow, Celestial Trident)

Taken Weapons
These are weapons already being used by another character. No two characters may have the same Celestial weapon. (All the dreamers who are the heroes of this Role-play must have some sort of Celestial weapon.)
Celestial Bow & Arrows
Celestial Crossbow & Arrows
Celestial Longsword
Celestial Trident
Celestial Dagger

[Jenny_]

Username: Batty~
Characters name: Audrey Pine
Character's Age: Female
Age: 16
Night-Mare or Dreamer: Dreamer
Weapon: Celestial Crossbow
Power(Night-Mares only):
Description/Pic: A tall blonde girl with glasses and pale skin
Special Markings/Tattoos: A mole on her neck (not very big ":3)
History: Orphan who lives on the street and steals food to eat. often gets caught and punished by the baker.
General Personality: Short-tempered
Fears: Spiders, Attacking cats, the dark
Strengths: Can squeeze in small places, very stealthy
Family: Orphan
Other: Derp

[Vaera Playrite]

Username: Chinke
Chacter's Full Name: Melesa Woods
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Night-Mare or Dreamer: Dreamer
Weapon: Celestial Bow & Arrows
Power(Night-Mares only):
Description/Pic:
Special Markings/Tattoos: Blue arrow tattoo on her neck.
History: Growing up her family was rich, but her father was never around and her mother had died when she was young. She'd been homeschooled and was rarely let outside of the house until she was 14, then she was allowed to go out and do practicly whatever she wanted. And that was play video games.
General Personality: Inteligent.
Fears: Large Crowds, especially of people she doesn't know.
Strengths: Can be alone for a long time without having an issue with it. Good eyesight.
Family: Ken Woods (Father)
Other:

[Natey-Night]

Username: Runy Starr
Character's Full Name: Unity J. Wesker
Gender: Female ♀
Age: 18
Night-Mare or Dreamer: Dreamer
Weapon: trident
Power(Night-Mares only):
Description/Pic: http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2 ... 4ww4lf.jpg
Special Markings/Tattoos: None
History: Her family were gardeners who owned a flower shop, until they died from a unknown desease that is. She's very poor and lives by herself
General Personality: Inteligent though senseless at times.
Fears: Being eaten alive
Strengths: being able to think a way out of almost any problem
Family: she has a little sister, current wearabouts of her are not known.
Other:

[crescent + cheep]

done! ^.^

Username: Fanged

Character's Full Name: Casta "Gazer" Johnson. "Yes, my name can be used for both girls and boys. Its of spanish origin, and means pure - don't flame me for it, I didn't choose my name! Well, its not that bad, but I hate it when people look at my ID and then back at mean, with a look on their face that clearly says:Isn't that a girls name?"

Gender: Male. "If you look at me, its fairly obvious, if you see my name, it isn't, so I'll let you off for that question"

Age: 18. "I've just finished school, and will start college soon"

Night-Mare or Dreamer: Dreamer. "I'd never become a Night-Mare, even when I'm dead. Those people, or should I say ghosts? are evil. they kill without thought"

Weapon: Celestial Longsword

Power(Night-Mares only): N/A

Description/Pic: see above

Special Markings/Tattoos: Casta has a tiny star tattoo over his left eye, which trails a variety of small stars down to his shoulders. His parents weren't very happy about this modification, but they couldn't do anything, as he was smart enough to do it on his 18th birthday. He plans to get his left ear pierced soon.

History: Casta went to a private school until 5th grade and wasn't realy familiar with any kind of school violence or discrimination. Until his parents wanted a divorce. There was a big fight about who woud get custody of Casta once they no longer lived together, and in the end they put the decision on Castas shoulders. He couldn't handle the pressure from both sides and did the only thing he could; he went to the divorce "agent" and took part in several talks with his parents, along with a mediator. I the end it as decided that he would live with his mothr for 2 weeks, and then with his father and so on. This meant he needed a new school that would be nearer to his fathers new house. For the first time he came to a public school. He met the world of bullying, and hated it. he was okay, as his good looks and his "coolness" prevented him from being bullied. Until one day he couldn't stand it any longer and defended several classmates. This meant he himelf had become a victim. As he didn't want his parents to get into a nother fight, he didn't say anything, but started to go to a kickboxing club, and thus managed to defend himself from the bullies. But before that, he discovered Extra Link in his dreams, and leaned how to swordfight in this magical world, gaining confidence every night.

General Personality: Casta is a calm sort, who dislikes violence, and whoe favourite pastime is star-gazing. He is scared to fall in love, because he saw what it did to his parents, and is afraid of it happening to him. He is an intelligent boy, with good grades in his A levels, but he hates flaunting it. He can have a short temper, especially when it comes to bullying or similair things.

Fears:
✖ Night-Mares taking Extra-Link for themselves
✖ Hurting the Innocent
✖ Falling in Love
✖ Heights
✖ War

Strengths:
☼ Fighting with both his Longsword and his fists.
☼ Recognising constellations in the night sky
☼ Listening to other peoples problems
☼ Courage. He won't turn away if it turns critical.


Family: Clarissa Walker and Timothy Johnson

Username: Fanged

Character's Full Name: Cheeta Désirée Rousseau. "I call myself Cheeta, as a female version of Chetan, which means soul, awareness, though i didn't find that out until I had chosen it for myself. My real name is Estelle, though the only one who knows this is me. Désirée means desired, though I doubt anyone ever desired me in my life, except my only friend, and nowadays I do not wish to be desired. Desire for power provokes wars, desire for people breaks them, desire for money provokes kidnapping and dishonesty."

Gender: Female

Age: 22 [but as she is a ghost, a spirit, she is actually more than 200 years old].

Night-Mare or Dreamer: Night-Mare

Weapon: Scythe

Power(Night-Mares only): Mind Control [but she has yet to discover it]

Special Markings/Tattoos: She has a birthmark on her right shoulder

History: Cheeta had a bad life in the 18th century, living in the slums of Paris. her parents had no occupaion, and so she beged day for day on the streets for a little food. her life came to an early end when she was involved in a shoot-out and died from a shot to the shoulder, bleeding to death in the arms of a friend. She now roams the dreams of the evil, tormenting them with nightmares, getting he own brand of revenge on people who torture, shoot, rape or kidnap people. She no longer trusts humanity. She cannot understand how people do these things, that you usually don't see, unless you are a victim or the culprit, or if your a Night-Mare. Cheeta has seen many things, most of them bad, and has no reason to believe it will someday be different.

General Personality: In her heart, she is a good peson/ghost, but is driven by hate of the people who killed her and many others. She dislikes dreamers, the ones who prevent her from geting to the bad people of this world. As she has no education, she has only been able to learn reading, writing and math from other Night-Mares, and it annoyed her to be reminded of her under-education. In the last years, however, she has put in some extra effort and has now got approximately the knowledge of a 16 yearr-old. Cheeta is cold. This girl does not feel anything when she kills, and won't give it a second thought after the deed is done. In a way, she contrasts herself; she revenges the dead and the broken, feeling it is wrong, but she herself kills the culprit. She wishes she could care for someone, yet her heart isn't open to anyone. On one hand, she feels sorry for the dead, yet not for the people she kills herself.

Fears:
✖ Being "killed" by a Dreamer
✖ Being tortured
✖ Deep water
✖ Not being able to see
✖ Being unable to kill a Dreamer [for whatever reason]

Strengths:
☼ Mind Control [after she discovers it]
☼ Escaping from tricky situations
☼ Confusing people
☼ Fighting. After all, she has had enough time to practice!

Family: Célia Medeiros and James Cordeiro, who are both dead, dieing of hunger in the streets of Paris.

[Aster]

Username:
atmosphere.
Chacter's Full Name:

Charlie Derim Bower
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Night-Mare or Dreamer:
Dreamer
Weapon:
Celestial Dagger
Power(Night-Mares only):
Description/Pic: >>>
Special Markings/Tattoos:
None.
History:
Charlie has always been home-schooled except for preschool, kindergarten, and first grade. Her parents then decided to move her to home-schooling after a violent incident with bullies. She's always had just enough to get by, never too much, never too little. Her parents work hard but earn less than most other people due to greedy bosses. Charlie has had only a little taste of the 'real' world, and so far hates it. Her life is very sheltered, and she's never had to feel hurt except for that one incident. She doesn't realize she's prettier than most other girls, stopping a lot of verbal blows that others girls sometimes receive in fellow feminine company.
General Personality:
Charlie is socially awkward, not just because of home-schooling. Even when she was in public school, she found that she never knew the right words to say; her tongue was weighed down by shyness every time she looked someone in the eye. However. Just because's she's shy doesn't mean she'll be quiet when something's happening that she feels will affect her greatly. She'll say her opinion - true, her words will be accompanied by blushes and ducking of her head - but often enough she'll say them quietly. She freezes up in the company of cute boys, and in the presence of strong-willed people. She's intelligent, surpassing most other students in her grade level.
Fears:
Tight spaces.
Being left behind by her so-called 'friends.'
The dark.
Strengths:
Her voice. She can speak charmingly and persuasively when the time calls for it.
Her flexibility. She's amazingly flexible, like a gymnast.
Family:
Her two parent - Elizabeth and Howard Dwaine.
Other:
Nope.

Username:
atmosphere.
Chacter's Full Name:

Elliot Anderson Johan
Gender:
Male
Age:
23 (in looks, only.)
Night-Mare or Dreamer:
Night-Mare
Weapon:
Two twin swords he hangs across his back.
Power(Night-Mares only):
Ink manipulation.
Description/Pic: >>>
Special Markings/Tattoos:
His arms are covered in tattoos of different animals and human warriors. Using his power, he can bring them to life.
History:
Jack was born in the old days. What time, exactly, he's forgotten. He no longer cares. What events exactly happened? He wants to forget, and so he has.
General Personality:
Elliot is very brooding. He can be a great irritation, often annoyingly smirking at someone else's displeasure, hurt, or anger. He's very cool and collected; it's hard to rile him up. He's devoted his life to hunting down dreamers, and vows to take over the Extra Link.
Fears:
Dying. Again.
That's his only fear.
Strengths:
He has amazing upper body strength, and along with that agility.
He also has the gift to think fast, but loses his temper - even if he doesn't show it - too much to say he thinks intelligently. His anger messes with his thoughts.
Family:
None that he can remember - or wants to.
Other:
None.

[Vaera Playrite]

(As I said before, I will be starting us off. I ask of everyone that they try their best while we are practicing so that I can help to the best I can.You can use 3rd Person or 1st Person, whichever you're more comfortable with.)

~Melesa~
I sat up, the fog of sleep clearing from my eyes. I ran my fingers through the grass of the Extra Link- the dream world. My quiver and bow were laid down next to me as I had left them the night before. The tree behind me was tall and old, but it provided a comfortable place in the shade. I picked up my quiver of arrows and my bow, slinging my quiver over my shoulder. I looked around for something to practice on. The hill I was standing on had lots of arrows lodged in its side. I had used it for target practice the night before. I left the arrows where they were and jumped off the small hill. The hill was just barely large enough for both myself and the tree. I walked along a stony path that led to a city that looked like it might have been pulled out of Ancient Greece- only cleaner. I picked an arrow and slid it into place on my bow, pulling back and releasing it. The arrow hit exactly were I had aimed, a crack in the pillar. I pulled the arrow out and started just walking around, looking for someone or trying to think of something to do.

[goldh31]

Username:
goldh31
Character's Full Name:
Nicole Juliet Parker
Gender:
female
Age:
17
Night-Mare or Dreamer:
Night-Mare
Weapon:
A dagger
Power(Night-Mares only):
To make others re-live their worst memories.
Description/Pic:
see above
Special Markings/Tattoos:
I have a small tattoo in the shape of a flower on my stomach, just below my ribcage.
History:
One night changed everything, and I mean everything. I was 6. Before, I loved to sing and dance , and goof around with my friends. I was daring, fun, kind.All that is gone now. Gone is my home, my friends, my family. I cut them out of my life, or rather, I was forced to. I passed the point of no return, my history doesn't matter anymore. I became a Night-Mare.

I grew up in a small rural town in California, on the coast. I had a pretty messed up life. I was stuck in a situation I couldn't get out of. Trapped, paralyzed by fear. Fear of someone discovering my secret, fear of being hurt, fear of living. My mother nearly killed me for the first time when I was 6. It wasn't a mistake. I can still see her face in my mind's eye, eyes black, hard, blazing with rage. Face cold as stone and the sting of pain as her hand came in contact with my face. The wacking sound her elbow made as it hit my scull. She had been drunk, of course and I had forgotten to clean up my toy and she had tripped over it. It was the first time she had beat me so badly. The beatings got worse and worse but after a teacher inquired to my mother about my black eye she confined her blows to where I could hide them under my clothes. From then on, my body was varying shades of black and blue. After she beat me, I could tell she was sorry. She wouldn't say so but there would be a 24 hour safe period where she wouldn't hit me, my safe zone. But the beatings kept happening, getting more and more frequent. She would explode at nothing, her fists raining down on my body, taking vengeance for any problem I caused and some I didn't. I was depressed, I tried to go home as little as possible, snuck around like a rabbit to keep from incurring her wrath but nothing worked. One night when I was 17, I came home late from a party. She was waiting for me, like always, but that time something was different. Her hands came down on me with furry, inflicting pain like they never had before. I don't think she realized what she was doing, before I knew it she had slammed me against the wall, had grabbed a baseball bat leaning against the coffee table. The last thing I remember was shutting my eyes as I heard the whoosh of the bat swinging towards my head, moving to shield my body with my hands, but I was too late. Not many people attended my funeral, I had never been that popular,at least not for a while, preferring to sit in a corner and be silent instead of socializing. I had become so jaded and shut down in my last years of life so when I died, I made the decision to become a night-mare. I have lost all trust in humanity.
General Personality:
I'm guarded, cold, shut down. Occasionally I'll drop my walls a bit, allowing you a quick peek inside me before I get scared and clam-up again. I don't always exhibit my personality so I think I'll tell you who I am inside the walls, who I used to be. The girl you can sometimes see in me. I used to be kind, caring...at least if you were my friend. Get on my bad side and I would advise you find the next bus out of town and get on it as quickly as possible. I still am very protective of people who are nice to me and I would give my life for them. I don't forgive easily...If I forgive you at all. That's why I hate humans, hate dreamers. They, their race has hurt me, killed me. I will not forgive, not this time.
Fears:
❈ Losing someone I care for
❈ Being hurt...again
❈Being weak
❈Baseball Bats
❈Love
❈Spiders
❈Being in a crowded room
❈Loud voices
Strengths:
♋ Being absolutely silent
♋Hiding in unexpected places
♋Surviving
♋ Tracking people
♋ Finding a person's weakness
Family:
I have none...at least not anymore. I don't count my mom and my dad took off when I was a baby.
Other:
My personal saying is "Scars on the inside hurt just as much as scars that you can see...they're just easier to hide."
{I'm finished...am I accepted?}

[crescent + cheep]

Username:
goldh31
Character's Full Name:
Nicole Juliet Parker
Gender:
female
Age:
17
Night-Mare or Dreamer:
Night-Mare
Weapon:
A dagger
Power(Night-Mares only):
To make others relive their worst memories.
Description/Pic:
see above
Special Markings/Tattoos:
I have a small tattoo in the shape of a flower on my stomach, just below my ribcage.
History:
One night changed everything, and I mean everything. Before, I loved to sing and dance , and goof around with my friends. I was daring, fun, kind.All that is gone now. Gone is my home, my friends, my family. I cut them out of my life, or rather, I was forced to. I passed the point of no return, my history doesn't matter anymore. I became a Night-Mare.

I grew up in a small rural town in California, on the coast. I had a pretty messed up life. I was stuck in a situation I couldn't get out of. Trapped, paralyzed by fear. Fear of someone discovering my secret, fear of being hurt, fear of living. My mother nearly killed me for the first time when I was 6. It wasn't a mistake. I can still see her face in my mind's eye, eyes black, hard, blazing with rage. Face cold as stone and the sting of pain as her hand came in contact with my face. The wacking sound her elbow made as it hit my scull. She had been drunk, of course and I had forgotten to clean up my toy and she had tripped over it. It was the first time she had beat me so badly. The beatings got worse and worse but after a teacher inquired to my mother about my black eye she confined her blows to where I could hide them under my clothes. From then on, my body was varying shades of black and blue. After she beat me, I could tell she was sorry. She wouldn't say so but there would be a 24 hour safe period where she wouldn't hit me, my safe zone. But the beatings kept happening, getting more and more frequent. She would explode at nothing, her fists raining down on my body, taking vengeance for any problem I caused and some I didn't. I was depressed, I tried to go home as little as possible, snuck around like a rabbit to keep from incurring her wrath but nothing worked. One night when I was 17, I came home late from a party. She was waiting for me, like always, but that time something was different. Her hands came down on me with furry, inflicting pain like they never had before. I don't think she realized what she was doing, before I knew it she had slammed me against the wall, had grabbed a base-ball bat leaning against the coffee table. The last thing I remember was shutting my eyes as I heard the whoosh of the base-ball bat swinging towards my head, moving to shield my body with my hands but I was too late. Not many people attended my funeral, I had never been that popular, preferring to sit in a corner and be silent instead of socializing. I had become so jaded and shut down in my last years of life so when I died, I made the decision to become a night-mare. I have lost all trust in humanity.
General Personality:

Fears:
Strengths:
Family:
Other:
{WIP}

Did you read first post?
This is exclusively for class B, and you do not belong to that class, If I'm right :)