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[Vargulf]

Form: not sure what is being asked (sorry derpy moments)
Username: Marwari Horse
Favorite type of RP: Fantasy type rps
Sample of writing: Daemn's black horse was running at full throttle as he ran towards the village, and his follower's war cries rumbled like thunder as they trailed behind him down the side of the mountain. The sound of horse hooves shook the ground like an earthquake, and the glare of metal reflected off into the sky as their polished armor blinded any eyes that looked upon it. Daemn's heart hardened with every beat of his horses feet as he focused straight on in the direction of the village; hate was stained on his face as he thought finally all who threw him into hiding was now going to pay. Soon as they neared the thicket line of the forest his horse then took to the sky as wings sprouted, and like a marching band the rest followed in unison. The numeric value of the army darkened the sky as it made a shadow like a rain cloud on a stormy day; Daemn then caught up with his mate as he took Morana's side as he looked over at her, and locked eyes but his hardened expression never changed as they rode over the forest below, and with every kick of his horse's feet him and his army moved forward. He then only looked at her for a few seconds before returning his gaze onward as his heart beat quickened, and his thirst for blood became more prominent. He then reached down into the pouch on the side of his belt, and grabbed out the dark purple crystal that Armora gave him weeks ago, and in a angry cry he called out to Armora's soldiers to aid him in his Latin tongue. It didn't take long as a rift made a tear into the sky, and soon the demons started pouring out like a waterfall of bones and decayed flesh.

Lady was now out on her front porch locking up as she turned to Naz, and asked him one final time before setting out on their adventure, "Did you get everything you need?" She then paused as her happy expression turned to a grimace as she heard the cries of Morana, and rumbling of voices off in the distance. Her horse instincts told her to run, and without hesitation she grabbed Nazar, and told him in a panic, "RUN!...something bad is going to happen!" She then transformed into her horse form as she threw Naz onto her back, and ran into the forest. There in the distance stood an old rotting hollowed out tree that seemed big enough to hide in; so without thinking for one second she ran inside of it as she peek outside. Her eyes took to the sky as she witnessed the cloud of darkness, "Oh my..what in the heavens is that?" Fright filled her very bones as a chill ran down her spine, as she knew that it wasn't a good sign for her or the people of Zulema.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Yeah few, one is my club's rp and the other is genius but i never got around finishing it. viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1150380 and the other I highly recommend you to read this one... viewtopic.php?f=7&t=627566&hilit=bellus

That sample came from Bellus. I tried to fix as many grammar mistakes as possible and checked my punctuation but if any was missed I apologize for it is late.

[jessamina.]

Hello guys

This is a remake of my old, less dazzling role play, "Reincarnate". Link: x
It's better, the plot clearer, and it's finished! It's high-literate, and I'm accepting only 6 people.
It's open!

❅ ❅ ＴＨＥ ＧＯＤＤＥＳＳ ＤＥＳＣＥＮＤＥＤ ＵＰＯＮ ＴＨＥ ＥＡＲＴＨ, ＢＥＡＲＩＮＧ ＴＨＥ ＨＯＬＹ ＳＴＡＦＦ. Using the Holy Staff Sariella, she made the Ark Stone, a sphere of condensed life energy. From it spawned the lesser beings: Humans, Elves, and Beasts, flora and fauna. Then the Ark Stone was broken into six shards, each represented an element: Cimmerian, Fragment of darkness, Lux, Fragment of light, Gaea, Fragment of earth, Agua, Fragment of water, Welkin, Fragment of air and Embere, Fragment of fire. The Fragments were also called the gods, tasked to keep the balance of the world made by the Unknown Goddess.

❅ ❅ ＴＨＥＮ, ＴＨＥ ＧＯＤＳ ＷＥＲＥ ＣＯＮＳＵＭＥＤ ＢＹ ＧＲＥＥＤ. Each god wanted to become more powerful, and they started to wage war against each other. It involved innocent nations and tribes and kingdoms across the world, and soon they became a part of this idiotic battle for greed and desire. Fighting against the gods, fighting with the gods or fighting for no gods. They did not know that their actions stirred Saphireth, the final Fragment, god of chaos.

❅ ❅ ＰＡＮＤＥＭＯＮＩＵＭ. The gods realized what they had done. They repented, even the lesser beings, but it was too late. Saphireth and his horde of demons had already destroyed everything, and survivors scattered everywhere. The world is a barren wasteland beyond repair.

❅ ❅ ＨＯＰＥ ＦＯＲ ＴＨＥ ＮＥＷ ＷＯＲＬＤ. The Unknown Goddess returned, but her beautiful creations are no more. She agreed to revive the world in its former glory. But it comes with a price. The next generation of Fragments should locate the former shrine of the Ark Stone. If the new Fragments will not accomplish this, she will take back her powers and unleash Saphireth once more.

❅ ❅ＴＨＵＳ, ＴＨＥ ＲＥＢＩＲＴＨ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ＧＯＤＳ: ＲＥＩＮＣＡＲＮＡＴＩＯＮ.❅ ❅

[Tossing Spades]

Against All Odds

Anything realistic for the most part, it really depends on my mood.
Human(Realistic only)
Animals

I can’t breathe! I can’t run much farther… His lungs burned for air, his legs ached for rest and his spirit was low. Pausing for just a second he darted into an ally way in hope of catching his breath. A soft breeze of wind ruffled his short, dark hair while he deeply inhaled to slow his convulsing heart that thrashed about his chest as if it were trying to break from his very body. Leaning against the brick wall Sam hunched over panting. The sirens called in the near distance warning him of the approach of the police. Groaning hopelessly Sam fastened the loose, worn backpack before jogging deeper into the ally. Leaping onto the chain fence he pulled himself up and over quickly in a combo of swift moves and heavy breathing. Landing on the other side of the fence with a soft thud, Sam was off again and pushing himself harder and harder to run convincing himself he wasn’t about to let himself be caught. The dusk sky would be a good cover once it fell to complete darkness, but that would take time. Something he didn’t have.

Not really having any destination other than to escape, Sam only knew he was at the edge of the city near a train station. If he could just get to the trains, he was home free. Promising himself it wasn’t too far away, Sam forced his legs to break from the jog and sprint as fast as he possibly could. The train was actually closer than he’d expected, as the large, smoggy air surrounded him as he approached the grey train, as it sounded the whistle and started slowly down the one-way track. Crouching over again to catch his breath once more, Sam watched the train start up in slow motion and the gears hiss and steam while they warmed up for the trip.

Adjusting the backpack again he weakly jogged to the side of the creeping metal monster and jumped to the rails, grasping them with the rest of his strength. Sam pulled himself up and sat on the side with his legs dangling a few feet from the ground, hugging the rails and closed his eyes, heaving. The sirens faded in the silence of the darkness that harmonized with the sounds of the train marching on. A sigh of relief parted his lips as Sam leaned back on the cold surface behind him and gazed out while the scenery passed him faster and faster progressively. His messy hair danced just above just eyes in the wind. Sam laughed, in a nervous but relieved manner and shook his head. He just couldn't believe it. “I made it out.” He muttered under his breath, still recovering from the tiring escape. “I made it out.” Louder he called to the distance. Then, confidence burst from him as he shouted as loud as he could out to the night. “I made it out!”

It felt good. To shout it out like that, to tell the world he’d done it and made it out of his living hell. Laughing Sam leaned back again and grinned. For once, he felt light and free, instead of heavy and lost. Dark and cold. It was all gone; it all lifted. Now what? He wasn’t exactly sure but he figured he’d figure it out when the train stopped.

None that are currently alive:[

[light.]

I need to make a dance academy r.p. All dance styles: belly dancing, funk, hip hop, ballet. Anyone interested?

[grisly bear]

I need to make a dance academy r.p. All dance styles: belly dancing, funk, hip hop, ballet. Anyone interested?

I'd join that. c:

[passion.]

I need to make a dance academy r.p. All dance styles: belly dancing, funk, hip hop, ballet. Anyone interested?

{. I would so join that! Ballet for me!

[Noel]

Very simple RP idea here, would develop further if there's interest.

A fighters' RP, centered around a few scattered groups of wandering mercenaries. They can fight on levels beyond what's human, making their skills very desired indeed, from protection, thievery, assassination, and everything in-between.
These mercenaries are a willing group; anything for money.
But not anymore.
A very big job has come through, it would provide enough that they would never have to work again. But it's hitting very close to home, towards the past that they avoid speaking of. There's a reason they can fight so well after all, and they're not the only ones. Their only choice is to band together and hope, because however dangerous this is they're not avoiding so great a reward.
But new information is shoving them apart, setting them against each other. So fighting breaks out between them, all while seeking that one great fortune...

[Chaoswolf]

Very simple RP idea here, would develop further if there's interest.

A fighters' RP, centered around a few scattered groups of wandering mercenaries. They can fight on levels beyond what's human, making their skills very desired indeed, from protection, thievery, assassination, and everything in-between.
These mercenaries are a willing group; anything for money.
But not anymore.
A very big job has come through, it would provide enough that they would never have to work again. But it's hitting very close to home, towards the past that they avoid speaking of. There's a reason they can fight so well after all, and they're not the only ones. Their only choice is to band together and hope, because however dangerous this is they're not avoiding so great a reward.
But new information is shoving them apart, setting them against each other. So fighting breaks out between them, all while seeking that one great fortune...

Sounds interesting.

[migraine]

Very simple RP idea here, would develop further if there's interest.

A fighters' RP, centered around a few scattered groups of wandering mercenaries. They can fight on levels beyond what's human, making their skills very desired indeed, from protection, thievery, assassination, and everything in-between.
These mercenaries are a willing group; anything for money.
But not anymore.
A very big job has come through, it would provide enough that they would never have to work again. But it's hitting very close to home, towards the past that they avoid speaking of. There's a reason they can fight so well after all, and they're not the only ones. Their only choice is to band together and hope, because however dangerous this is they're not avoiding so great a reward.
But new information is shoving them apart, setting them against each other. So fighting breaks out between them, all while seeking that one great fortune...

Well, color me interested.

[zippyzoo77]

So, I'm just wondering if anyone here would be interested in doing a shapeshifter roleplay. It would be a small group roleplay (Four or five people with several characters each), based on a sort of action-adventure fantasy sort of thing. There would be a group, or several groups depending on how many characters people have, of main characters that went on quests with an assortment of goals. There would be dozens of different kinds of shapeshifters, everything from people who can turn into one animal to something that isn't even human looking in it's normal state, but can make itself look human. It would be very adaptable, almost any sort of shapeshifter would be accepted. (Werewolves for example would work, they would be a limited to one, uncontrolled half shifter. Unless you went for fully wolf type, then it would be limited to one, uncontrolled shifter.)

I'll probably make it either way, in about a week my school's out so it would be about then that it would be open and accepting, Bu I was wondering if people would be intereseted in that sort of thing.