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Post by Rose on Mar 21, 2010 22:56:06 GMT -5
Okay, this game is easy. You just rightclick, and paste. You may comment, so ya. ^-^ that's it. Sometimes it is amusing stuff, to helpful stuff, to nasty stuff, to messed up stuff. ^-^ here we goes!!!
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As the boy's hands lightly came in contact with Rose, making her instantly tense up, she spoke. " Raul? What are you--!" It was all that the girl got out before Raul's lips lightly came in contact with hers. There was plenty of room for her to back away, but after a few moments of her staring up to him, he could feel her eyes on his closed lids, she finally relaxed, closed her eyes, and kissed him back. Her soft hands, they came to his cheeks, smearing the girl's crimson blood amongst his cheeks. Usually, being the clean vampire he is, Raul would have pushed the girl away, and stalked out of the room to wash his face... But he didn't. The boy let her spread her blood across his cheeks, to where it ran down his neck, and then lightly pulled away, as if they had been long lost lovers, and it was the first time they had kissed, in a long time.
Raul cradled her back carefully, and rested his chin on her blond hair, being sure that none of the blood spots touched her perfectly blond hair. Rose, she had tucked herself into him. Hands lightly around his neck, and head touched into his chest neatly. The boy's starling silver gaze warmly caressed the reflection of Rose's face, letting him smile as the heavy blush was seen. It had only been a few hours, but there was something so strong about this girl, something that made Raul question if... no, not that early. He couldn't let himself think it was that early, although all of the signs were present. Others may say she was a taint to the society, but he found her perfect as a red rose.
Lightly running his right and up and down her back, Raul attempted to hold back his blood lust. It was still a problem in the situation. The single bite, that led to the crimson stream. Rose, seemingly losing her sanity for a moment, how she wasn't stopped even when she lingered only inches away from Raul's face... And yet she was surprised that he acted the way he did? Well, it wasn't only her. It was Raul as well. But to linger so close, to be able to feel the heated breath against your lips, to want it so badly, something that you thought you couldn't have... It brought on the urges.
Rose lightly pushed away from Raul's tight hold, letting his hands slide to where his fingertips just lingered on her waist. "I'm so sorry I did that. . . I-I shouldn't h-h-have done such a s-s-stupid thing. Oh, God. . . I'm so sorry, Raul. I have to--I should probably leave now." Her eyes were covered with tears as the girl gazed up to the boy's crimson smeared face. The rolling of that first tear, it was enough to shake the earth itself, enough to make someone crazy for the girl fight to keep it back. Her hand was pooling with blood once more after she pulled away, not having the boy's shirt to soak into.
Her turning was smooth, and she lightly slid out of Raul's grasp. His eyes followed her as he spoke softly. "No, your fine." He quickly pushed forward, touched the girl's shoulder. Lightly lifting her bleeding hand, the boy put pressure on it to stop the crimson, and looked up to meet her eyes. "Rose..." The expression, veiled in darkness, was that of a young puppy's, filled with sorrow. "Don't go... I think I..." his voice died. Although his lips mouthed the words, nothing was able to be heard. Raul was far to nervous for a situation like this.
"Let's go get you cleaned up..." His words were quick, but understandable. Using his left hand to hold pressure on her injured hand, Raul lightly lead her to the bathroom, his wrist touching her side due to him not wanting to stain her new shirt. Lifting her up onto the counter after quickly wiping off his hands, the boy closed the door, and opened a small cabinet located just where the door opens. It was concealed by the opened door earlier, and now he was digging through it for a needle and thread. Through the years of needing stitches, you learned how to do them.
Pulling out a lighter, the boy tossed the needle and thread onto the counter, and shuffled through a few different things. Finally finding the gauze, and the peroxide and neosporin, Raul turned to Rose, and lightly held out his hand, a motion for her to let him see hers. Examining the cut, Raul nodded, and quietly spoke. "Do you trust me to stitch ya up?" Raul asked while looking up through his dark lashes to meet with Rose's sparkling blue eyes. His pale lips stay slightly parted, and the crimson began to dry on his face and shirt. He hadn't minded the blood now, because it was Rose's. It was her scent, and she was the one that needed cleaning up. She was the lady, and she was injured. Raul would rather make her happy, perfectly content than go to his own needs, like he usually would.
He really had fallen in love with this girl, and he was just on the verge of realizing it.
Comment: ... this was the post I wrote up an hour ago for another site. xD
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Post by dinscrusader on Mar 24, 2010 16:31:59 GMT -5
Full Name: Paralus Pezzulo
Other Name(s): False King, Petard Pirate
Age: 21 Standerd Terminan Years
Gender: Male (physiclly and mentally)
Race: Hylian (physiclly) Gerudo (mentally)
Occupation: Currently a porter for tourist heading to Great Bay. Prevously occupied a postion in the Great Bay coast guerd as a artillery operator (Mortar cannons and/ or Falconet)
Appearance: As fitting of his abnormal upbringing, Paralus has the standard big&large figure. He ties his thick, greasy, red hair into a topknot, roughly a foot long, and shaved down the rest of his head. Everything about his face is sharp, from his triangular nose to the squared off ears to his abnormally slanted eyes ( which are a dark grey) As he is normally ingrossed in some type of activity ( adding the fact that he was exposed continuelly to corrosive salt air for 18 of his 21 years) most of his teeth have been ground down into stout fangs. Unlike most Hylians, his ears are not pointed (read History to find out why)
Perhaps Cana's greatest identifying factor is his skin. The hear of the Great Bay sun as well as herbal polis that he compulsivly rubs on his skin dayly) causes his skin to take on a brownish, almost spray-on tan color. This is periodiclly broken by splochs of a more peach tone, preventing him form completly denying his heritage. The backs of his hands and lower arms are coverd in curved scars, scimiters lacking guerds as they do. The skin of his left foot, however, is burned coal black. This is from a flash fire on the watch tower, in which his foot was caught in the fall. This myriad of colors can be slightly disturbing, but his clothing typiclly covers it.
On that note, Cana tends to take a moderate approch to dress. Whale he want to hide any sign of his Hylian ancistory, the heir to his tradition nees to look noble and powerful. THe best fit for this would be his tailored revision of his raiding outfit. If consists of a jacket of shark skin, studded semi-regularly with the teeth of said sharks. THe sleeves are loose, and extend about halfway past his elbows. There is a v-neck vollor, and an scimeter sheath is sewen into the back. It follows down into bronze chain skirt, extending down to his knees, with boiled leather leggings beneth. These are all brought toghther by a rose red silk belt.
Personality: Their are four defining traits to Paralus's personality, two streaming form his upbringing and the others better fitting his Hylian (Terminana?) blood. The first and formost would be an outward superiority complex. After all, a male geurdo is the pinnicle of mortality, and that cultural beleif was hammered into his mind for 15 1/2 years. That being said, Paralus will never demote himself to a position of submission. He does what he wants, or gets what he wants for doing what he doesen't want. This mentality has done wonders in his ablity to get a job, although many people see this as haughty. He is desprate enough at this state to make an "equal partnership" with another male of any humaniod species ( except gerudo, but is THAT going to happen?)
Another geurdo sterotype, emphisised during his years in the coast guerd, is a general insensativity. THe three most important things in his life are his health, his happiness, and his allies, and he doesen't go to great lengths to conceal it. Harming innocents generally isen't on his radar. Due to his general ostrisiztion, Paralus interprets the term allies rather brodly. Typiclly, he will include any current employeers, formar guerd buddies, any other group member, and any non-hostile gerudo ( the later being an invaluable resorce) This disreguard has made more then a few minor enemies.
Were his Hylian traits, the dominate one would most certainly be curiosity. From the mines in the fortess, to the cannons of the guerd, to the clock tower in the square, he despratly wants to know how and why things work ( particularly things that explode) Along with a general familerarity with a varity of odd objects, this also causes Paralus to drop his guerd when he begans to launch his barrages of questions. You have been warned.
Most subtle, but defining, is his secret sence of depression. After the deep internal shift he suffered when he learned of his Hylian identity, the only thing he can do that holds any worth is become a gerudo. Indeed, his only real goals in life is to gather creature comforts and continue his gerudo-like peity to Din. The main way in which this is expressed is a reaction to compliments, treating them as insults. He never directly puts on airs, prefering that others assume things about him.
Weapons: Relative to what he commonly uses, Paralus carries very few wepons. This is due to that fact, both as a raider prince and a coast guerd, that he was posted on heavy rather then personal wepons. He does carry a gerudo scimater, carried in his cank sheath, and is fairly average with it. Other then this, he counts on wepon emblacment to do battle.
Equipment: As he does not own a mount or vessal, Paralus's carrying capacity is limited to what he can carry in his rucksack. The sack itself is a militery surplus, worn lether and emblazed with the Clocktown milita's emblem. Within, he carrys his few meager possions: a sealed jug of river water, half a loaf of pumpkin bread, 36 rupees ( Terminan Standerd), and an amythest brooch that he managed to flee with from the fortess. He has a child's wallet.
History: As abnormal a Hylian as Paralus is, it would be fitting that he had an abnormal history. He does ( and hopfully it is one that does not break the rules!)
As any person. Paralus had parants. However, who they are depends on who you ask. If you ask the record, his parents are Alexander and Luna, two preofrmers who were hired as enternatainment on a pleasure ship. When the ship set out, Paralus had just been born, and was still in his first three days. A order of mercinary units were on the ship, the TSS Rupeeland, and everything was supposed to be fine. Then it happened.
On the night of the first day, the gerudo raider struck. They came aboard one of their war gallons, and overwhelmed the sellswords easly. The result was simply a capture of the vessel, and all the cargo within. Seperated in the carnage, Alexander could not find Paralus before the gerudo forced him off the ship. The craft was turned towerd the fortress, but not before the child-ladden Harana stumbled aboard.
The ship was subsiquently search by a party of three, including Harana ( who could not take part in the acutel raid) As luck would have it, she was assigned the room were Paralus had been dropped ( Deep in the hold). With any other, Paralus would be destroyed without a moment's thought. However, a epifany decended upon her. The glory to the mother of a male gerudo is great ( see Twinrova for an example), and this child had the right charactersitics ( hair, eyes, ect). For this, she forced herself to give birth right then and there, slaying her offspring and making the proper modifications to make it apper as if she had given birth to Paralus insted.
When she ascend from the hold, weary from the ordeal and carrying Paralus in her arms,the crew looked on in awe. A male Gerudo! Nobody could remember how long it had been since the last king had come. ( Termian Gerudo had no knowledge of Ganon, right?) They returned to the fortress in triumph, Paralus held aloft and drappen in the finery of the vessel. To sum up the following evets ( which would otherwise take enough characters to crash the server). The tribe threw a big drunken party and was stunned behond words.
The King's Chamber was refurbished posthaste, which Paralus would move into when he had been weined. The loot of the Rupeeland helped in the extravigance, but several stockholds were also emptied for the first Raider Prince in (Well, I don't know how long). Harana was given a postion of promince, including leadership of the revised Rupeeland ( Renamed The Raider Prince in honor of the new King). Raider corage also increased, striking up to and including the gates of Zora Hall itself. Bluntly, the tribe entered a golden age, taking several times more loot then the normal. It was the life
By the age of two ( forced on him by a difference in the rate of maturity in gerudo to hylians) Paralus was weined and placed into the training that would make him a Raider King ( currently a training Raider Prince). His adopive mother, who he would call his parant if you asked him, took charge of teaching him everything about ships, including how to run a cannon. He also took classes in Tri-force theory, apprasial, racial history, tactics, and personal combat. He showed particullar talent in cannonworks, apprasial, and tactics, but coulden't quite work with Tri-force theroy. Not every male Gerudo was an accoplished Wizzrobe, so this was accepted. The ladder accident occured at the age of five, afterwhich it was declared that all ladder must be treated to retard fires.
As he aged, however, Harana knew he would have to hide his Hylian nature. Throughout his youth, Paralus was trained to apply tanning herbal police to his skin, which worked perfectly. His sympathy for life was squaleched by combat training, and racial history so much on internal matters that he learned little (if anything) of Hylian culture. By the time he could have figured it out, Paralus's Gerudo identity had been sulidified.
Two defining childhood events contributed to the person he is today. The first of which was his deployment on the best equpted and crewed vessel in the pirate fleed, The Raider Prince. As so not to expose him the enemy fire, but still play a decisive role, Paralus was assigned the main cannon. Although relativly unexposed to such a powerful gun, his curisity alowed him to learn faster then any other geruod on the vessel have been trained.( another reason the tribe thought he was a true gerudo). Soon, his reputaion spread as the masculan raider amongst a tribe of females. Those who knew the lore were afraid (like the zora, who destroyed most of the surface entrances into the hall), whale the uneducated took no abnormal worry ( after all, those who had not been captured for stock or randsom knew little of the gerudos' all female nature, and those who were can not speak today).
RP Sample:
Out of time. Can't run through spellcheck at this moment. What do you think? This took two hours to type ( and 1 1/2 to come up with)
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My first crappy attempt at creating a RP character. Diden't fit the cannon at ALL
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Post by Rose on Apr 13, 2010 21:10:10 GMT -5
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Post by dinscrusader on Apr 13, 2010 21:21:18 GMT -5
Xero
First, fix the spelling. Seriously, do something about it. It's nearly unreadable, and there's plenty of spellcheck programs out there.
Din's Crusader wrote:
As he is normally ingrossed in some type of activity ( adding the fact that he was exposed continuelly to corrosive salt air for 18 of his 21 years) most of his teeth have been ground down into stout fangs.
Second, teeth do not work this way. You can carefully file teeth down to fangs, but doing so in this manner would leave him with rotten, sensitive and useless teeth and all sorts of jaw problems.
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The skin of his left foot, however, is burned coal black. This is from a flash fire on the watch tower, in which his foot was caught in the fall.
Third, such an injury would be bad to keep, and the foot would likely be severed to prevent infection of his whole leg. Not to mention he would constantly be in pain.
I won't comment on anything else, as it's not really my place to judge some of these things.
zeldaddict
okay, I agree with everything Xero has said, and just want to add some things.
Din's Crusader wrote:
The craft was turned towerd the fortress, but not before the child-ladden Harana stumbled aboard.
The ship was subsiquently search by a party of three, including Harana ( who could not take part in the acutel raid) As luck would have it, she was assigned the room were Paralus had been dropped ( Deep in the hold). With any other, Paralus would be destroyed without a moment's thought. However, a epifany decended upon her. The glory to the mother of a male gerudo is great ( see Twinrova for an example), and this child had the right charactersitics ( hair, eyes, ect). For this, she forced herself to give birth right then and there, slaying her offspring and making the proper modifications to make it apper as if she had given birth to Paralus insted.
If she was close enough to delivering that she could force the baby to come, why would she be on the party in the first place? Gerudo women are women too, she wouldn't just be able to kill her baby with out giving two thoughts to it. The Gerudo probably have it marked when the last king was born, they would know. I'm guessing they knew exactly when to expect Ganon, and they will know in Termina when to expect the next male.
You say he used to be a part of the Great Bay Coast Guard, yet also claim that he is a "Gerudo Prince" wouldn't that make him an enemy of the Gerudo? I'm pretty sure the Gerudo didn't control the coast GUARD as they don't give a rat's a--...banana about any non Gerudo.
I personally think that having a character people think to be the next Gerudo King would be giving that character too much power. He basically has the entire fortress under his command. So I suggest either editing the history to where the Gerudo learn of the deception, or he decides to leave them before they find out.
Just my two cents worth, once again fix the typos, some of them are blatantly obvious. Browsers like Firefox have built in spell checkers, you may want to try one of those browsers.
King of Hearts
Terminan Gerudo Culture lacks the myth of a hundred year King, they are merely pirates, under the reign of their Pirate Queen. Thus, the whole premise of this character is undermined.
You have put a lot of good work into it, and your writing itself is not bad, you just need to work a bit on your spelling, and I think a lot of what you write may be good if refined a bit.
This character CAN be salvaged, at least some of it, if you perhaps have your character desire to be a Gerudo? Not being raised by them or anything, but growing up he always admired the Warrior Women, and thus wanted to be more like them?
Ya... I blew it big time
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Post by ( COLONEL ) on Apr 13, 2010 23:01:02 GMT -5
I was working on a new character on my site. (;
He is not finished, obviously. D:
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 listen in awe and you’ll hear himBARK AT THE MOON
Name;
Fenrir Halifax
Nickname;
Fen, Fenny… He hates those and would most likely react negatively towards those that used such nicknames or any other ones… He prefers if people just used his name; nothing more and nothing less.
Gender;
He has a penis. ;\
Height;
Sadly, 6’2”.
Age;
Around 25 years old. He’s a big boy now!
Species;
Alpha Werewolf. Meaning he was born as a werewolf. It’s a curse that is passed on from one generation to the next. It also means, that unlike Beta Werewolves that have little to no control, Fenrir has a lot of control over his inner wolf, and thus can become a wolf if he so desires it and when he desires it.
Appearance;
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Personality;
Like most typical werewolves, Fenrir likes to be “top-dog”, literally in all aspects. There are some limitations and restrictions… As well as morals that cause him to back down, but overall; he’s quite the goal-orientated figure that won’t back down for almost anyone. Quite a few times he “barked up the wrong tree” so to speak, an got into a heap of trouble. Yet, Fenrir came out on top. He aimed to win, and thus usually did become victorious… Though Fenrir is not a fool. If he was outmatched and knew winning was almost not an option; he’d either take what he could and or just get the heck out. Basically, he has common sense sometimes and usually knows where to stand his ground or walk away defeated with his tail between his legs.
As most males are; Fenrir is aggressive to both males and females; his species and non. This goes with his “top-dog” persona as stated before. He likes being the leader, and if that means he has to get a little nasty, then he will. I guess you can proudly say that he has a little anger problem. Probably genetics or environmental related, but who the hell knows. All you need to know if that he can be more of an ass at times than usual. Sometimes he’s violent and physical, but that’s when he’s really in a pissy mood. Easily angered and easily toyed; Fenrir isn’t someone you can push around with and get away with it. Rarely you do for sometimes arguing with someone of your stature isn’t worth it; but that is luck right there.
Working on.
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Family;
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Magic;
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Weapons;
Fenrir carries nothing but a simple dagger on his belt around his waist. There really isn’t any need for anything more due to his species. He kind of refuses to carry the extra package of weapons, anyways.
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He was engaged. Yeah, Mr. Independent over here had the balls to give a girl a ring and say “be mine” without the one-knee thing. Unfortunately due to her disappearance, Fenrir mildly gave up on her. When she resurfaced and showed herself as a specie opposed to werewolves, his family managed to convinced him that it was pointless going back to her. And so, he tried to rid himself of the memories of her and the time e spent with her. Werewolves should stay with werewolves; not with the enemy.
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Post by Rose on Apr 15, 2010 18:42:24 GMT -5
blazinvire
xD just made his character board.
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Post by dinscrusader on Apr 17, 2010 21:09:36 GMT -5
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Post by Rose on Apr 17, 2010 22:28:34 GMT -5
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Post by dinscrusader on Apr 28, 2010 19:44:11 GMT -5
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This has been up for 5 STINKING HOURS
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Post by ( COLONEL ) on Apr 28, 2010 20:50:06 GMT -5
Dins; true that. >[ ------ Anyways, below is a post from my other site. ;x ________________________________  The last that the survivors saw was a man dressed in black; holding onto the reigns of a large stallion as it reared up on the other side of the flames. The laughter of the man rung in their ears as the fire engulfed them. Famine… It came, it saw, and it conquered everyone in that little peaceful desert village by the waterfront. Tycho’s job was done. His energy was lost, but that satisfaction – that feeling of being all powerful; was once again restored. God, he loved doing this; causing havoc and slightly pissing off his brothers in the process. Oh yeah, their abilities were connected; just a little bit. Shaden, his ‘death’ brother, would have quite a handful here, alright; thanks to Tycho’s little show of arson. Yeah, he enjoyed setting things aflame when they were so dry… Call it a grand finale to make sure the job was done fully. What job? Oh, famine of course. With war, brought conquer… With conquer, brought famine (and pestilence)… And with famine, brought death. They were all connected and Tycho just loved to jump out of line.
Job done, Tycho pulled on the stallion’s reigns and off he went; galloping across the tarnished tainted sands – following the coast until he turned sharply and headed into the great unknown. In these sands there were markers; few, but extremely tall markers. He was positive he would find one soon. Plus, it was only midday or what have you… He basically had all the time in the world! Except for one fact that he forgot; it was hot at midday and thus Tycho became tired. so did his stallion too – as his gallop hastily turned down into a trot and a small canter before walking and brushing his hooves against the sands below. Rubbing the sweat off of his forehead, Tycho sighed and let go of the reigns; placing his hands on the horn of the western saddle on the stallions back. Tired was he and now those eyes of his were looking for one of those miracles dubbed ‘oasis’s’.
Hours passed but finally he saw a patch of green over yonder. Mirage or not, Tycho tugged on Famine’s reigns and got the stallion to change course and head into that direction. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a mirage – and that just made Tycho grin. So his eyesight was good? Great! Gripping onto the reigns once again, Tycho let Famine walk into the oasis; his sides brushing against some trees as he did so, “Watch it.” Tycho hisses, gripping on the reigns tighter and yanking on them – as if to tell the stallion to mind where he was going. With an agitated snort, Famine’s walk slowly turned into a three-beat trot through the foliage until the stallion spotted crystalline glimmers up ahead. That caused him to slow down into a walk and snort; walking out of the foliage and stopping at the water’s edge. Slipping off of the saddle, Tycho crouched down by the water as well; cupping the liquid in his hands and taking a few sips as his stallion started to drink as well. Getting up and drying his hands easily, Tycho walked away from his stallion as the horse continued to drink. Tycho’s attention was elsewhere – mainly in the cool shade.
As he leaned against the trunk of a palm tree and relaxed in the shade; that was when the water went black and the stallion reared up with a neigh of freight. “Whoa – easy boy!” Rushing over to his stallion, Tycho grabbed the reigns and gave them a quick tug and pull before his hand made it to his horses snout – caressing it gently to try and calm the beast down. Slowly, he calmed down and that was when Tycho’s eyes glanced down at the water – glaring at it. After some seconds, he then heard a voice call out from the other side of the bush. Hmm; so this lake connected with another? Intriguing. Grinning and slipping on his ebon stallion, Tycho pressed his heels against the horse’s sides and got him to walk slowly to where the voice was.
One hand gripped the reigns, the other rested on the end-tip of his swords hilt. The voice sounded female, but one lone voice in a place like this? It seemed peculiar and eerie. One could never be too careful. Walking more along the oasis lake’s edge, Tycho then saw the woman and what appeared to be a lemur perched on her shoulder. Eyes dimmed down and his expression turned cold before he got Famine to stop, “I am.” Glancing down from her to the inky water, then back up, Tycho tilted his head some; his hands loosening their grip on the reigns, “You caused the lake to turn ebon, did you not?” There was no one else around, so he could only assume. It was fascinating though.
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Post by Rose on Apr 29, 2010 15:23:04 GMT -5
The days of hell have fallen over the land, leaving havoc to rush thorough the veins of Kaharini’s people. A dense evil ora as twisted thorough the plains, and dark creatures, and the undead have made themselves a normality, popping up near caves and tombs. Demons have began to roam the deserts, and Dragons have taken over the volcanic locations. Few places are safe, and most of the villagers are on edge, jumping at any unmoral sound. Dark magicians find their way into twisting with society, causing trouble with every turn...
What will you do? Where Will you go? And how will you get there?
Kaharini Kingdom is a friendly site that is brand new to the RP world, being only created on the 12th of march. Staff positions are opened, and all character positions are opened. We just want all of our members to have a great time, and have fun!
All species are open, so you have as much free space as you wish.
Home : Rules : Plot : Advertise : Character Creation
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Post by dinscrusader on Apr 29, 2010 15:44:47 GMT -5
(You spelled aura wrong.)
This is VERY long.
"I CAN HEAR YOU OUT THERE!" she yelled through the door, then opened it and stood nose to nose with him, her eyes still glowing a deadly red
"Um, hello their." Can she hear my thoughts, that is slightly creepy. And did my magic not work AGAIN? Seriously... "I was just coming to give my most humble apologized. I heard long, deep moaning and thought that, you know, somebody was dieing. Look," he pointed to the wall outside. "I knew that First Aid kit was there and I might be able to do something if I came down." His hand moved involentarly to his neck, scratching in such a cliche shape that he almost chastised himself. "I'm terribly sorry that I intrupted you, uh, whatever it was you were doing. I'm not all that familer with this plane, my master sent me here from the Etheral community of Spent River to learn the human ways. Well, is the game still on or what"
He stared into her eyes. Had his spell worked, or not
Sure." she growled and stepped aside to let him in. She shut the door behind him, pulled off her shredded shirt And pushed out her demonic wings. Her teeth became pointed and her canines grew to be about and inch long as all of her nails also grew to be about an inch and a half. Then she carefully peeled off her pants and from her lower back came forth her tail like a ling red leather whip with a barbed tip. "Your turn." she growled and stood in front of the door, so that he couldn't escape even if he wanted to
"Thats not exactly the game I was refering to," he stared her straght in the eye, not possesing the material plane urge to look, er, down. He was attempting to look intimidating, as he ofter did with humans, but he relly diden't have many cards left to play. Chaos had no more thought for him this day, especially for another mood swing. New oppritunities woulden't be avaliable until Noon that day. Never the less, he did have a few half-way decent constigencies up his sleeve. "The train, the game about our true forms and reasons for being here. Well, here I am." He slid his hand to his side, all he had to do was reach it.
Why by etheir does Chaos never work the way I want it to? Well, yes, but the law of probalbity should have it mood swings go my way for once in my stinking life.
" I am not afraid of you, and if nessicery I can and will fight you to get out. You may not WANT to know what my ace in the hole is."
"Oh child," she grinned and stepped towards him, tracing his jawline with h,er index finger, "This is my true form. And I'm here on business. Not as a student. So I repeat, Your turn." and she kissed him once. softly on the lips.
submit, it will be much easier that way something thought
No, I will not give in, whatever you are. I am my own Shaman, my own MAN!
It was wet, and passiont, he even felt a bit of tounge there. She was, true. Ethier the spell had worked, or she just likened him from the begining. No matter what, this would be a bit hard to control, especially with this STINKEN VOICE in his head.
" Raksha, this might be going a bit too far. I mean, we've only just met, and I don't want to have to report this to well, you know who. If you won't let be go until I, er, "take my turn", then their has to be a few stipulatons"
Ok, if I can just keep this up, then any real feelings will be dampened down. If my spell went off strong, this could get a bit dicey.
Whatever." she smiled and sat back on her bed. "Name them". And she flicked the tip of her tail back and forth. Watching it like a cat would.
Ok, how to get out of this, what can I do to break some chaos?
Don't do nothing. it thought again. She's a babe, and you won't be getting an oppritunity like this any time soon. Just go with you material concouss and...
Reprsive memory wipped out the rest. His main goal was to get out of here before *shiver* IT came.
"Ok, three things. One, You're taking, not giving. Two, this an't going to be quick, you've gotta put a good prelude into it. And three, GET THIS ANNOYING VOICE OUT OF MY BRAINPAN!"
"1 and 2 are whatever." she smirked at him, "As for 3, i don't control your schizophrenia so that's something you'll have to work out on your own. So some on. i wanna see whatever big and bad thing you really are. "
She fine with it dude, she just said so. All you have to do is...
"Chaos woman! Don't you think I know what a sucumbus does? You're attempting to control me here. Furthermore, although I am familer with the phrase "drink like a demon", I propose that you might be intoxicated."
Liqoured up dude! That's perfect!
"I have never had a thought like I have now until YOU just kissed me. Since no other significant events happend, well, I think we both know what the reason is."
He was stalling for time, and it diden't seem to we working. It had been wishful thinking to keep her distracted long enough to make a break for it. Yet, without his magic, what could he do?
"I am not a bad thing," he mumbled to the voice. " This isen't even etheir."
Silly boy!" she threw her head back and laughed, "1. If i were trying to make you my slave I would have done it with the kiss. I don't need to fuck with you for it to work. 2. 'Drink like a demon', does not mean get drunk. Not for a demon, at least. Demons can drink a lot of heavy liquor and be just fine. The term only applies to stupid little Fucktards who try to drink that much and get totally wasted. and 3. As for the voices, I don't hear them and i honestly did nothing other than kiss you so don't blame
"Thats what I'm fraggen saying!" he shouted as he threw his hand into the air. " That, that KISS you gave me is TRYING to take me over, and you are the source of it. Furthermore, I was implying that although you may be able to drink obscene abounts, you WILL eventuelly get drunk. Alchohal is toxic after all." This was going all wrong. Any real lust would have been stiffled off at this point, his spell had worked. He fumbled through his pocket with increased levels of desperation. It HAD to be in there somewhere.
Just stop kid, there is nothing wrong with doing it right here and now. Nobody has to know.
THATS IT, THIS THING WAS GOING DOWN NOW! He had one shot, just a single chance at slipping out of this, and it had to work.
"Alchohal is a poison, just like," he shot the gun at the hip, luckly nailing the siringe into her exposed pelvis. " Just like 100% pure and certified anti-demonic Holy Water from Emergance Lake
You little prick!" She snarled at him and pulled it out, as it started to take affect, "I wasn't being a bitch! I wasn't threatening you! All I did was kiss you and put no powers behind it. It was an honest sincere Kiss you ass-hole! Hell, I'm not even fucking keeping you here. The door is unlocked and closer to you than me! And you fucking shoot me!?!?!" through her ranting she had lost a lot of energy and with the last bit keeping her conscious, she opened her mouth and let out and extremely loud and shrill, blood curdling scream, then collapsed.
This is acually a very long of short posts from arguabley the strangest roleplay I've been in a would regret joining if not for the sweet evolution of it.
I may post the rest later, ask DSmith for details
(PS- For your information, this whole thing is not perverted crap. I do think Cana was arguably quite conservative in that regard)
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Post by Rose on May 6, 2010 14:24:47 GMT -5
((omg, amazing. xD)) ---------------- 
The war had been going on for decades against an unknown evil, who had risen with the past king’s death. Blood shed to and fro, staining the land’s dirt a crimson with the blood of the innocent, and the guilty. Darker nights, and shadowed days, they were all that was left of the Kingdom. Only the bravest of men were to push forward, take the step up, and fight for their Kingdom, many losing their lives in the process. No one could have thought it would end so quickly. Their greatest fear, and their greatest glory, lost within the matter of a single battle.
All of the troops had been gathered, Kaharini’s King leading one glory filled army, And the one known as Hell’s Wolf leading the other. The twilight had struck, rain clouds lingering high in the sky. The Field had looked like an ocean of silver, and black. Iadul Cel’s men with their postures lowered, and their swords gripped tightly in their hands stood by the thousands, while the King’s stood by the hundreds. The army was not even so much as near to being equal to that of the other, but they were a match in talent. The King’s army, they had trained for years, keening their skill.
With the first boom of thunder in the distance, bringing down the first of the freezing rain, archers drew their bows in the eerie silence, and released all hell upon the opposing army. “For Kaharini!” The King’s deep voice yelled over his men, leading them to charge after them on horseback. “Let their blood stain this land!” A hissing voice yelled over the opposing army, leading them to raise their swords into the air, and charge towards the Kingdom’s heroes.
Thousands upon thousands of men died that day, the rest were lucky even if greatly injured. The rain washed the smell of blood from the air, making crimson streams run thorough the land. It soaked into the dirt, and stained the grass’s roots with it’s un-holly color. From once golden beauty, to crimson disaster. The peak of dawn had pulled itself out from what seemed to be a never ending night, and shed the crying light upon what was left of the fighting men.
The main battle had still been taking place. King, against Iadul Cel. The rising of a silver blade, and a quick downward movement, what seemed like an eternity had ended. Hell’s Wolf, he was finally dead. So many years of hell being brought to the kingdom was gone, as if nothing could have ever happened. Yet what was left of the King, it was gruesome. A fatal arrow sticking from his chest, causing the man to fall to his knees, and gaze over the land.
This place, he had devoted his whole life to protecting it, building it to it’s glory. The most drastic of the changes that were to come, happened with a single night’s fighting. He had finally rid the land of it’s greatest fear. Now, with his wife’s rule, the Queen, this land could flourish. A small smile smeared over the man’s lips as the remaining of the other army retreated, leaving his men to run to his side.
They carried him back to the castle, and called in his wife. With a final kiss goodbye, the Kingdom’s hero lied back onto the bed, closed his bloodshot brown eyes, and sighed with his last breath. “I love you, darling.” The man knew that those words would echo through her, letting her know that he would always be there. He would wait for her in the afterlife, and be there with her until it was her time.
The tears of the entire Kingdom could have poured from the Queen’s eyes that night, as she realized the love of her life was no longer there. She would have to wait until her death to see him once more. But with his death, the woman knew one thing. The hell that had run along the land was gone for the time, and it was all due to that man. Word spread like wiled fire, about the man’s heroic death. His fall of glory, and the end of all hell in the Kingdom. Sure, there was still the normal stealing, but that was to always be there, as there would always be life on the earth… As far as they knew.
Years went by slowly, the Queen’s shape growing worse. Her newly acquainted body guard, Rayven, and stayed with her to the end of her days. She pronounced him the King of Kaharini, sending the man to uphold their land, and bring it forward to success. Yet, there was something that was looming in the back. The darkness, it had been building. Strange men, they had been returning to the shadows, making the night a dangerous time.
Rumor of Iadul Cel returning had become a common to hear thorough the Kingdom. This time? Oh this time they were not there to just take the kingdom. This time, they wanted to destroy all of the demons, and in this case, mainly the King. Plots had been taken, and sides were to be chosen. With the rising evil slowly creeping back up to it’s mite in Kaharini, and the Kingdom’s unsuspecting victims living on their daily lives, There was only one question left.
What side will you chose?
Good?
or…
Evil?
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Post by Lady Adelle on May 8, 2010 20:18:18 GMT -5
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