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    I would like to reserve Azelf if you don't mind! Got a nice character idea for him.

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    Okay, I'm back since greywolf has dropped Latias to reserve. :3 Here is my sample RP (albeit, it is quite OLD.)

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mimori Kiryu View Post
    Okay, I'm back since greywolf has dropped Latias to reserve. :3 Here is my sample RP (albeit, it is quite OLD.)
    Mimori Kiryu - Alright, Latias reserved.

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    I would like to reserve Azelf if you don't mind! Got a nice character idea for him.
    greywolf123 - Alright, Azelf reserved.


    GM Note: The first post will be updated momentarily! I've had a string of bad luck in every time I've attempted to update it, I've gotten a "Server Timed Out" browser, upon my Firefox. This will hopefully not haunt me throughout the RPG though!

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    Mimori Kiryu - Latias - Reserved until February 12th, 10:52 pm EST
    greywolf123 - Azelf - Reserved until February 12th, 8:05 pm EST
    Current status: Made a quick fun RPG! Come check it out! The Link of Zelda: Titled:
    Gods of an Unown World

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    Twin: Cdra1617 :3
    Bishie: Lenne <3

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    Can I reserve Raikou?

    Here's my sample. :3

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    Well, as they say, here goes nothing.

    Name: Roderick
    Legendary: Azelf
    Gender: Male
    Age: 19

    Description: To start off with Roderick's no muscled guy. He's pretty average as far as those kind of things are concerned, though he's more of a wiry kind of guy, not thick and beefy, but by no means weak. He won't be the strongest guy around, but he's no weakling. As well, he seems to walk with a purposeful stride, never just relaxing, but alway seeming to be going somewhere, doing something. Rare is the moment he's just waiting patiently.

    Now for his hair. It is a dark brown color, a bit unkempt but always clean, and normally looking rather wind blown, as if he'd been flying down the road at high speed. Next, comes his eyes, one of his most striking features. They seem to peer into you, striking, piercing. They draw your attention that's for sure. The rest of his face is a kind, but strong, face, as if he's gone though a lot.

    As for his torso, it's rather normal. Nothing stands out about it, he's not fat, or super skinny, just a normal. Though should he flex, he does seem to have a substantial amount of muscle on him, it nothing too extreme. He's fit, thin, and has very little showing any sort of scarring or other such things on his torso. His legs fit this bill too, though a bit thicker, as he tends to run everywhere. He's got a lot of endurance in him, and while that doesn't show much in his legs, that's normal.

    Of course, there is clothing too. He can normally be seen in two kind of outfits, either his casual wear, or more formal attire, depending on his mood. Casual wear consists of polo and shorts, as he finds polo's to be very comfortable. Shorts are also what he prefers, even though it might be cold outside. If he's out on the road, or going somewhere for fun, this is the outfit you'll find him in.

    If he's feeling like he wants to dress up, he'll probably be found in a full suit. He wears a black suit jacket, along with suit pants and a undershirt. This doesn't come out all that often, but if he's going to socialize amongst people, he sometimes likes to feel very well dressed, and nothing like a suit to give you some nuch needed confidence in your looks.

    Regardless of outfit, you'll often find him with his fedora. Why did he chose a fedora, some might ask, and the main reason is he thought it looked good, and he likes to image himself all classy. The hat merely adds to that classy look in his mind, and its comfortable, so why not?

    Personality:
    Roderick is a serious guy. That’s one of the first things you’ll find out about him and its most definitely something you’re going to notice if you deal with him. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a sense of humor by any means, but he simply doesn’t act in such a manner. While he may chuckle, or smile slightly at a joke, rarely will he be the one cracking them, at least around strangers.

    This is key, as when he’s around people he feels he can trust, he shows a rather more sarcastic side. While he may say not much else but he thinks it’s a bad plan should he not know you, if he does know you, he’ll likely make a slightly cutting remark towards you. It’s never too bad, and often quite witty, however, most people don’t see this side of him. It’s something he rarely shows to anyone beyond his immediate circle of friends.

    Another thing you will notice about him is that he’s determined. That's something that will come up, no matter what. To see him give up on a project, to wimp out, to give in, just doesn’t happen. He has the mental drive to push himself to near exhaustion, if he felt he had to. He doesn't normally, but he has once or twice pushed himself to the point of sheer physical collapse, though sheer mental fortitude. Don't get in a battle of wills against him lightly. He will not lose such a battle easily. He’s more persistent than most people can imagine, and will never give up a cause, no matter how bleak it seems. He will pursue the right course, and not stop.

    This strength also comes with a price, as he's amazing stubborn. Once he’s made up his mind on something, it will take heaven and earth to make him change it, though to make up for this fact, he always gives people at least three chances to show that they can be better. First impressions may weigh strongly, but he tries to keep his mind open, at least to begin with. However, once his opinion of you is set, or his opinion on something in general is set, his mind is incredibly difficult to change, to the point of willfully ignoring things that contradict his view. It’s not really a good thing.

    This determination comes into play mainly due to a deep seated penchant for justice. It’s not just something he wants, its something he’s going to have. He doesn’t accept injustice, and will fight it with as much power as he can. He has a lot of courage too, you could say, in that he’s not afraid to confront powerful people, or dangerous places, to get this. He would just say he’s determined.

    Roderick is also smart. He loves to read, on his spare time, and devours books as best he can. He also loves to talk with people, and argue, when at all possible, because it gives him more knowledge on what other people are thinking. This helps him quite a lot, considering he also has the propensity to run into a situation without fully understanding what’s going on during it.

    He’s very rash. He’s not the kind of guy to think out what to do, to make a plan and do things. No, what he does is simply act, and then deal with the consequences. He hates to think his inaction might cause something bad to happen, so if he sees someone stealing, if he sees someone getting hurt, expect him to jump in, right away, and do something about it. Luckily for him, he’s got a good head on his shoulders, so he can normally manage to come up with some sort of plan. He’s become very good at thinking on his feet. He can have plans, and their normally quite good, it is just sticking to them that he can have trouble with.

    Origin: It was cold. That he knew for a fact, as he groaned waking up slowly. It was cold, and he was not at all happy with that fact. That fact also soon brought to attention another important one, mainly that he was naked. That also made him unhappy. Simply put, he did not like to be naked, it did not sit well with him. If only because he knew it was much colder than if he had been clothed. And lastly, he was confused. He was confused, since he had no idea why he was here, had no idea why he was laying down, no idea why he was naked, and no idea, at all, why he was who he was. Because he knew this wasn’t who he was.

    He didn’t feel quite right in this body. Something was off, though with no memory of anything, it was kind of hard to decide what was exactly off. Yet something was, as he shook his head slightly. Then he realized why it was probably so cold. It was raining. Yes, he’d failed to notice until now the fact that the tree branches were dripping down onto him. He was lucky he’d been sheltered by a rather large tree, otherwise he would have been far more wet than he would have liked.

    Sitting upright, he looked around, searching for something, anything, that might explain where he was. It was not something he felt exactly happy to be doing, but hey, he couldn’t just wait around now could he? Standing up a short while after, he realized that he wasn’t alone. Someone was out about 100 yards away, setting up a stove. He wasn’t exactly pleased with what he was going to have to do, but he knew he would have to after all.

    The thing he didn’t want to do was approach the person. It just didn’t seem right to approach someone naked, in the woods. However, he had to, so trying to keep himself as hidden as he could; he approached, managing to take cover behind a bush as he hailed the person.

    The person was a she, and she was rather surprised to see him. Luckily he’d managed to keep himself decent, but no one was exactly glad to see someone naked in the woods. However, a swift explanation yielded both a place under her tarp, and some clothing, though not in that order. It wasn’t exactly optimal, she’d given him what amounted to a towel to cover himself with, but it worked.

    The first question she asked was the most obvious, that of his name, which he shrugged to, letting her know he had none. A short conversation later, had yielded much to the rather confused male. One, he was in a place called New York. Two, she could get him to her house soon, and three, it was unusual to find naked people stranded in the woods. Thought he last one wasn’t that surprising to be honest.

    She wasn’t exactly happy to pack up, b8ut she also knew that she had to get him some clothing, more than a towel at least, and after she managed to break camp, remarking that she didn’t need to camp in the rain anyway, the pair soon were in her car. He had managed to snag some flip flops from her, so he didn’t have to walk barefoot back to her car, though it wasn’t exactly that protecting.

    Once making it back to her house, she managed to cloth him as best as one could, and she soon after, sat him down, and said he needed a name. She had a book of names, and she started to run though them, though none appealed to him, until he hit on one that felt good. It was one of her personal favorites, apparently, though she seemed to have a lot of favorite names, that being Roderick.

    “Roderick…I like that.” He said, nodding slightly. “That will work.”

    Thus Roderick met Alison, and received his name. That wasn’t the end of things, however, it was a turning point. From then on, he busied himself with learning about this strange new place he was in, and how to live in it. For the first week, she basically coached him up on the culture, and the history of the place. An avowed history nut, she was probably one of the best people to talk to on this fact.

    However, it was only a week into things when he started to think he needed some sort of job. He needed to raise money somehow, as he knew he couldn't just mooch off her forever. She'd been very nice in taking him in for now, he was surprised, but he didn't want to take advantage of someone with a good nature like her. So despite her protests she didn't have to worry about money, he started to work, trying to find a job. It was a bit of a struggle.

    However, that never even seemed to discourage him. He didn't stop just because it was hard, and because he didn't know what he was doing. It took him a while, but eventually he managed to find a job at a store, selling things as a clerk. While it was a bit hard at first, dealing with customers, he liked the manager, so he toughed it out.

    Eventually he started bringing back a paycheck, and she decided to let him start paying rent, mainly at his own insistence. This is where he's at right now, since she has a rather large house, and a spare room. That's where he is now, rooming with her, while paying her rent, rather cheap to, she couldn't demand a real price from him, since he was so helpful around the house.

    Miscellaneous: He likes to read, and run, and has a penchant for attempting to fix things up, though that has mixed results.

    Aura:
    His aura manifests itself in a subtle, but noticeable way. Whenever he is around people, they tend to grow calmer, and he seems to have the ability to quell fears in people. This grows stronger when around other legendaries, with the added effect of inspiring confidence in those around him, to do what needs to be done, despite any fears they might have.


    His aura is a very different look, mainly because it seems to have his hair turn blue, as well as two tails emerging from him, both a deep sky blue shade of color, his hair turning a more navy shade, and his body seems to glow blue. For his mark, it seems to be a red circle on his forehead, a darker color than the rest of him, though on close inspection it seems to be patterned, like a ruby or some sort of gem.
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    Here is mine...sorry it took so long. :[

    Name: Travis (or Tiana as she is called by her “mother” and “brother”)

    Legendary: Latias

    Gender: By his body standards, he is male, but Tiana identifies as female, so I will refer to her as a female.

    Age: 17

    Description: Travis, although called Tiana by his “mother” and “brother”, is a rather normal looking person. She has a standard sized height of a male, since that is what her body resembles. She stands at about 6’0’’ and has the buffed chest and shoulders of a maturing male. Tiana is very embarrassed by her broad muscle and physique, and because of that, hides under very big, baggy clothes. Tiana is a very thin person that being her body is mostly skin and bones. She doesn’t have very strong muscles and is relatively weak in her arms and legs. She has tried to get stronger lifting more, but it’s just very hard for her to do so. Tiana also tries to hide the fact of being male with loose pants, mostly sweatpants and/or loose jeans. If you were to look at Tiana from a distance, from her body only, it would be hard to tell that she is actually a male. Her skin is light pigmented, mostly a light shade of pink.

    Tiana is an innocent looking girl. Her hair is a short brown, very straight and almost cut board like to her head. It sticks out on the ends sharply, almost as if she stuck her finger in a light socket. Her eyes are relatively tiny and are a bright blue. It’s the first thing people notice when they look at her. Tiana’s lips are a bit bigger than most people, and are a very bright pink. She’s also very insecure about them but her “mother” will usually help in making them less noticeable. Tiana loves makeup and her face is usually very defined with eye liner, mascara, lipstick, and foundation, all applied by her “mother” since Tiana has a rough time herself getting it on the exact way that she wants it. Tiana’s “mother” tries her best to get Tiana to look more like a female than a male but it is physically impossible to get it to look perfect.

    Clothing for Tiana is a problem. Tiana hates that she resembles a male when the one thing she understands is that she is female. When attending school for the several times a week when she goes with her “brother” she wears the male school uniform which consists of a plain white undershirt with a blue stripe around the bottom edge. Overtop is a blue jacket of the same color as the stripe with long sleeves that reach just to Tiana’s wrist. On the breast pocket area on the right side is the school’s logo, a large A with a circle around it in gold trim. The pants are similar to the jacket except for no logo. The pants reach down to Tiana’s shoes and lay carefully over them. There is a stripe of gold on each side of the pants facing outwards. Her shoes are traditional dress shoes. Tiana much rather wear a skirt, but with her defined legs, she knows it would look extremely odd and since her “mother” signed her up as a male, Tiana goes to school as Travis, a very conservative male.

    As for what Tiana wears around the house is completely different. Tiana usually wears a red blouse with a v-neck. The sleeves are &#190; lengths down her arm and cuff at the ends toward her body. The collar is popped and there is a small diamond on each edge of the collar. She chooses to wear a skirt around the house, a knee length jean styled skirt. Her white socks are pulled up to the middle of her legs and she wears the same shoes as from her school clothes.

    Tiana is never seen without her watch, ring and her moon shaped earrings.

    Personality: Tiana is a people person. She loves to be around others and piping in on conversations. She likes to hear herself talk and voice her opinion. However if someone were to tell her to be quiet, she shuts up instantly, almost as if she’s been turned down like a radio. She is very insecure about letting people into her little world, however. She doesn’t trust people very often and more likely than not, will choose to be alone or leave others alone if she feels like a burden on their conversation. The best way to get to Tiana’s heart is through her stomach. Tiana usually will act before she thinks and that usually gets her into trouble. But Tiana is selfless and will do anything for anyone else. Even though she is insecure, she will do whatever it takes to those she believes is her “family”.

    Tiana is very knowledgeable, and is very smart. She knows how to read the language from being taught by her “brother” and the fellow students at school. Tiana’s only problem is taking jokes seriously. Jokes usually go right over her head and she doesn’t fully comprehend how their supposed to be funny or strange in any way. Tiana thinks about the realism of the joke, rather than the funny part. She also has trouble with synonyms. Tiana is so sure that words don’t have multiples and that only one word means one thing.

    Everyone has a dark secret, and Tiana is not separated from this common trait. Her dark secret is mostly about her origin. Where is she from and who is she? Tiana believes she is a female, but the realism of her body being male makes it hard for her to even think about her past. If she identified as female, then why was her body fighting against her? Tiana tries not to think about it too often because she knows that she can’t change it. Tiana wishes to become a teacher, but doesn’t know how her gender confusion would hinder that dream from becoming a reality. If she doesn’t know herself, how can she teach anything to anyone else?

    Tiana is a very secretive person. She doesn’t like to show what she feeling on the outside. She holds all of it in. If she’s sad about something, she won’t cry or sob. She will keep it inside until it explodes, mostly at night when she cries in her sleep. If she’s happy or excited, she’ll simply smile and not really share how she feels. It’s all kept inside and doesn’t show her feelings. Tiana is friendly and will be friends with anyone. She’s a typical girl and loves romance between people but doesn’t really talk to the opposite sex because of her situation.

    Origin: A young, twenty year old boy named Nick, walked home down a main street in Manhattan. He was walking home from the small community college just down the road. He carried a small backpack on his shoulder and kept up a pretty fast pace. Nick is in a hurry; his friends are meeting him at the mall in an hour to hang out to start the weekend. He closed his jade eyes as the wind picked up, blowing the leaves around him. The last thing he needed was the leaves to attack him and get his school uniform dirty again. Last time that happened, his mother had a cow and talked to him for about an hour over how hard it was to clean a jacket covered in leaves. Nick slowed his pace as he reached a somewhat busy intersection. As he waited for the white light to say he could walk across, he spied an alley down the other side of the street. That was toward his house and would probably get him home faster. Nick sprinted across the street when it was safe to do so and walked over toward the long alley. Windows and doors of abandoned apartments were boarded up tightly. The ladders of fire escapes were broken and hanging by only a screw or two. The metal creaked in the magnified wind between the two brick buildings. Nick suddenly felt maybe he should’ve taken the regular route home, even if it would’ve taken about twenty minutes longer.

    Eventually he saw cars in the distance, the next busy road which led to his house. He dashed toward the exit, only to see it covered by a gate. Nick cursed his luck and turned toward his right, seeing another way to get out. As he walked carefully down this darker part of the alley, he saw a figure near a dumpster. It was leaning against the dirty garbage can and twitching in its sleeplike state. It wasn’t until he got closer to the person that he realized it was a young boy and the boy was stark naked. Nick stopped before getting too close and hesitated. What if this was a druggy…? Or what if it was a male prostitute or something? He started to walk past the figure until he heard it speak…or what he thought was speech. The person’s mouth wasn’t moving but the closer he got to the young boy, the more he thought he heard talking.

    Help me. Help me. Help me.

    Nick looked around to see if anyone was near him and he didn’t see a soul around. He wasn’t sure if it was the voice in his head asking for help that creeped him out or if it was the fact that there could’ve been anyone in that alley ready to steal his money. The dark haired teen leaned down to the unconscious boy.

    “Hey…are you okay?” Nick asked, shaking his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Do you need some help?”

    The strange looking boy started to awaken, his eye lids fluttering. When his eyes opened, Nick looked straight into the empty blue eyes of the boy. It took about three seconds for the boy to realize someone was in front of him. As soon as he realized it, he screamed out in a whelp and scrambled away from Nick as fast as he could. Nick stood up, taken aback by the way the stranger reacted.

    Nick happened to notice strange tattoos on the boy’s body, from the back of his arms to his neck. It was an intricate design of triangles, diamonds, weaving lines and what looked like words. It wasn’t letters from the alphabet though. It looked more like letters from ancient times, like the Greeks and Egyptians did with small pictures to mean words, places or people. If that was a tattoo, it had to have hurt like hell to get it on such sensitive areas of skin. Nick decided to ask the boy later about the tattoo. At least until after they were somewhere they didn’t have to worry about being attacked by thieves.

    “I’m not trying to hurt you.” Nick said calmly. “Were you asking for help? I know it’s weird, but I heard a voice asking for help. It’s no weirder than seeing you sitting here, naked and for the world to see…”

    The naked boy looked down and saw that he was, in fact, naked and scrambled to cover up his private area by pulling his knees in and holding them tightly to his chest. He stared at Nick with blank eyes and tried to read his movements, but was confused at the same time. He couldn’t remember anything. Not even why he was naked, who he really was or why he was in an empty alley. This boy was very kind. It was as if he could feel his kindness emanating off him like heat. He had called him “a boy” but he didn’t know if that was right. It didn’t feel right. Something was off.

    Nick pulled his backpack off his back. “I have some clothes. Well, they’re my gym clothes, but it’s something for you to wear. You know what I’m saying, right? Clothing?” He pulled at his own uniform and the boy nodded. “Great. Here. Do you need help getting it on?”

    Nick walked slowly over to the boy and handed him a shirt. It seemed like he didn’t understand how to wear it and so Nick carefully dressed the boy in his gym shirt and shorts. Afterward, the boy nodded and actually cracked a smile.

    “Well, look at that. You do know how to smile.” Nick said. “Do you have a name? Or…do you not remember?”

    The boy shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t remember anything about myself.” He spoke. Nick was surprised. He almost sounded like a girl.

    “Okay…uh, how about I call you Travis? That’s my character’s name from a video game and it’s a pretty common name. No one should think anything of it.” Nick suggested.

    Travis nodded. “I like…it.” He smiled again and grabbed onto Nick’s arm. “What…is your name?”

    Nick grinned. “My name is Nicholas. But everyone shortens it to Nick. Like a nickname. Get it?” He laughed and Travis nodded, showing he understood. “Do you want to come to my house? My mom can probably help you better than I could.”

    Travis agreed with him and walked just behind him, looking around. Going with Nick seemed like a better idea than staying in an empty alley with no one around. Maybe walking with Nick would remind him of who he was. Or who he was meant to be. Nick had called him a boy but that word wasn’t what he would’ve used to describe himself. Or maybe he was just confused. He didn’t know if he would ever be sure of anything again.

    Nick walked slowly down the street toward his home and Travis walked just behind him, looking around at everything, as if he was absorbing his new home. Nick pulled out his keys to his home as it came into view. It was a two story peach colored home with three rooms on the second floor and a large living room meshed with the kitchen. Nick inserted the small key into the lock and turned, opening it slowly.

    “Mom…? Are you home?” Nick called out, throwing his backpack onto the floor near the small bench where coats hung while they’re not being used. “I need to introduce you to someone.”

    Nick’s mother, Diane, came down the stairs. She was a chubby woman, but not so fat it looked unhealthy. She was wearing a red blouse and blue jeans, carrying a basket of clean, folded laundry, mostly towels and dish rags for the kitchen.

    “Hello, honey. Who’s this with you?” Diane asked, sitting the basket on the bar of the kitchen.

    The teen hesitated and then pulled his mother aside. “I know this is going to sound really odd, Mom, but I found this boy in the alley. He was unconscious and naked. I gave him my gym clothes so he could cover himself up. I couldn’t just leave him there; it’s weird but I heard a voice as I past him asking for help.” Nick sighed. “I’m sorry…I just didn’t know what to do.”

    Diane smiled. “We can help him, just to see where he belongs.” She saw the relief on her son’s face. “You’re a very kind person, Nick. Let’s see what this boy knows about himself and see what we can do.”

    The young woman walked over to Travis and grinned. “Hi there, sweetheart. Do you know who you are?” Diane showed the boy over to the couch and Travis sat down.

    “No, not particularly.” Travis said. “I can’t remember anything before Nick waking me up in that alley.” He put his hand to his head. “All I remember is black…nothingness.” Travis shuddered and hugged himself. The darkness was terrifying in his mind and it scared him to even try to think about it. He suddenly felt a hand on his own and looked up into the gentle brown eyes of Diane.

    “It’s okay dear. You don’t have to force yourself to remember. You can stay with us. We have an empty room upstairs that isn’t used for anything.” Diane smiled.

    Ever since that day, Travis has lived with Nick and his mother. He became the second son that Diane never had but wanted and the brother Nick had always dreamed of having. It was about a month after living with them that Travis felt like he was a prisoner in his own body. He didn’t feel like a ‘he’. Travis asked one night at dinner what it meant to be a boy or a girl. Diane explained that there are some people who are meant to be either one because of the way their body is made, but they feel in their heart and soul that they were actually supposed to be the opposite. Travis agrees with her when saying that he feels female and that the way he dresses for school is uncomfortable and not who he feels he’s supposed to be. From that dinner on, Travis became Tiana and has been portraying a girl in the home and a boy outside the home. Tiana’s “family” has become her most precious treasure and she will do anything to protect them in any way that she can.

    Miscellaneous: Tiana is an eater. She’ll eat almost anything anyone can put in front of her and doesn’t really gain any weight from doing so. She’s not picky by any means. She is also a relatively good writer, mostly creating poems.

    Aura: Tiana’s aura is something that most of the time she does have control over but it is also something that begins to work to protect herself. Tiana has the ability to talk to others through telepathy. This ability is in its very early stages and it’s very hard for her to do so with people she hardly knows. The only time it works on next to anyone is when her life is in danger. Her deep psyche takes over and contacts any human within distance to help her. Now, it’s not just a person of any caliber either. Tiana’s subconscious searches for the purest heart, someone who would seemingly understand her troubles and help. Tiana does not have control over her telepathy at the moment and sometimes when she’s thinking to herself, Nick or his mother will hear her. She gets extremely embarrassed when that happens. Tiana also seems to be able to share her thoughts with others by touching them. She can show them images that she’s seen before by concentrating deeply and bringing them into her world. Of course, Tiana is very choosy and hardly ever actually does this.

    Tiana’s aura visual form looks almost similar to a bird. Beautiful, silhouette wings come from the upper part of the middle of her back and curve upward, glowing with a bright pink, nearly red, color. They are wide and take up nearly half of her back from where they emerge. The feathers are stiff on the edges and almost resemble diamonds from the shape and cut. Her ears seem to be longer but are simply surrounded by a glow that sharpens her ears towards her body. Tiana’s whole body is surrounded by a white glow about three inches wide. Her tattoo is probably one of the smallest tattoos of any other. It begins in the middle of her back as large red triangle. There are two strings of diamonds that start in the middle of the triangle. They are pink in color and curve upward to her shoulder blades and continue down the backsides of her arms. Within each diamond looks like a small picture, each one is different. It resembles Egyptian hieroglyphics. Tiana is very self centered about the tattoo and always has it covered up. She doesn’t even let Nick or Diane see it, so it is always covered up by her regular clothes or a dark colored shirt.
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    I've been redoing my sign up on a word document and he's starting to seem more like Celebi, so I decided to change Curran from being Mew to being Celebi, with edits to the appearance and aura to reflect these changes. Without further ado I give you the sign up for Curran 2.0!

    Name: Curran
    Legendary: Celebi
    Gender: Male
    Age: 16

    Description: Curran stands at a medium-tall height with a slender and athletic build. He has tan skin for someone who appears to be of Celtic descent with no visible acne. His earthy-brown hair is somewhat long, falling just past his earlobes, and pin-straight with bangs that serve to perfectly frame his dazzling emerald eyes.

    Curran’s ears come to an elf-like point. His face is moderately long, yet a little rounded with high cheekbones and smooth cheeks. His eyebrows are fairly thin when compared to his peers. The expression that is usually adorning his face is one of both wisdom and curiosity. His features seem to by fairly sharp and pointed. All aside from his nose, that is. His nose is actually quite petite and comes to a rounded, slightly upturned point.

    Curran’s wardrobe varies from day to day, but always has a green/blue/white color scheme. One of his typical outfits is a white shirt with green trim at the bottom with a green and lapis-lazuli-blue striped sweater over it. The sweater itself is quite interesting in construction, because it cuts off just above his hips, but his top continues down another quarter foot. His sleeves, on the other hand, manage to extend a little past his wrists, ending just before his thumb. His pants are emerald-green, lapis-lazuli-blue, and white plaid and go down to a pair of shoes that are designed to resemble shadow the hedgehog’s air-skates and have a color scheme that matches his outfit. Atop his head rests a white bucket hat with green rings embroidered onto the brim.

    His other outfit of choice is a green, skin tight turtleneck with sleeves that reach just above his elbows. The top itself is a poly-cotton blend and cuts off roughly an inch and a half below his sternum, revealing a faint six pack. Over this he wears a sleeveless, lapis-lazuli-colored jacket with a lighter blue inside that is usually left open. When he wears this outfit he wears a pair of blue, stonewashed jeans that seem to be right there in-between regular and skinny cut. With this outfit he wears a pair of blue, half finger gloves made from the same material as his top. His shoes with this are a pair of blue, slip-on vans with white ankle socks.

    Personality: Curran is innocent like a child and occasionally gullible. He cares about all life, and will often put someone else’s safety before his. His most obvious quality is his purity of heart; he is always kind and caring. He tends to be calm with a very level head. This is not to say that nothing can rattle him, he is actually easily startled or scared. Curran is fairly curious and willing to try new things at least once. It is this curiosity that often gets him into sticky situations; luckily he usually has his friends there to bail him out.

    His general demeanor is fairly kind and outgoing. He still remains quiet and serious, but he is much more outgoing and willing to put his two cents in. The two constant traits he has is his ease of scaring and startling; especially by thugs, gang members and thunder. His typical reaction when presented with any of these is to duck behind one of his tougher-looking friends for protection or –in the case of the latter- duck under the covers. Even though he is easily frightened, ghost stories and haunted houses don’t really scare him that much due to their predictability (and the horror movies he and his “older sister” watch every Friday night); they may, however, get a scream of surprise -especially if the source is behind him- and an occasional jump behind his closest -physically speaking- friend for cover.

    The first thing people notice about Curran is his high levels of energy. He tends to be very adventurous with a can-do attitude. On his free time he usually explores the urban jungle some people call New York City. He can find his way anywhere quite easily and his sense of direction is impeccable.

    Curran is generally sweet and gentle around others. Overall he is very weak, both emotionally and physically. It takes very little for him to burs into tears. Another shortcoming of his is his lack of athletic ability. In contrast, however, he is actually quite intelligent when compared to most of his peers. Despite his intelligence he is not pompous or aloof, but rather humble and down-to-earth. He tends to be very formal and well mannered. Hurley has one major vice: sweets. His favorite happens to be chocolate.



    Origin: A teen began awoke in a back alley along New York's fifth avenue. He stood up and looked around as he tried to figure out where he was. He looked down to discover that he was naked. Upon realizing this, his face became a bright scarlet. His cheeks would have made Groudon seem pale. When he looked up he saw a woman in her mid-thirties closing up a shop his face did the unimaginable, it turned an even brighter shade of red. He quickly moved his hands to cover himself up. The woman looked at him in shock.

    “Who are you? What happened?” She bombarded him with questions, probably even more shocked and embarrassed than he was.

    “I… Don’t know.” Was all that he could whisper in response. And it was true. He had no memories beyond waking up in the alleyway. Heck, He couldn’t even remember his own name! He had woken up in some strange alleyway in some city he had never been to before. Confusion was all that buzzed in the teen's mind; flooding it like a storm surge.

    The woman sighed and let him into her store, she gave him a few pieces of clothing that she thought would look good on him. They sat down and began to talk. With every passing moment the woman was beginning to become more and more reminded of her younger brother. Not because of how he looked; actually it was how he acted that reminded her of her late brother. It was then that she decided to take him in. Soon he began to help her with housework in the mid-sized, two bedroom apartment that they shared. He also would help, from time to time at the boutique the woman, whom he had since found out was named Sylvia, owned. She later saw how he walked and carried himself and decided to include him in her weekly fashion show. He started modeling one of her outfits, an emerald-green and bright blue outfit. It was an instant success among many of the spectators, especially the teenage girls. The next show had him modeling two outfits. The first was a casual ensemble while the other was more suited for the beach or pool; again a success in attracting teenage, female customers. Soon he became one of her regular models with two or three outfits per show. He is currently enrolled in a nearby High Schoo and models in the weekly fashion show at the boutique.

    Miscellaneous: As stated above, Curran currently models for the woman’s boutique. He sings baritone, but is capable of hitting the occasional high note. He is also a very skilled dancer and can play the harp quite well.

    Aura: Curran’s aura slightly warps the flow of time around him, causing him to seem like he’s running faster than he is. His tattoo (or rather tattoos) is probably among the most simple yet intricate. For starters he has a pair of green antennae with blue tips on his forehead. In addition to that he has a pair of black circles around his eyes. However, by far, the most intriguing one is a barbed-wire-like ring that runs around his navel; though it is hard to see unless he is in the presence of another legend in which case it glows with a sepia-like gold color.
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    Sorry Chris, I'm drawing a bad scribble with Cresselia's personality. I just can't get it right. I'm trying to get a lady, but it ends up like a bad cross between one and a tomboy. I'm not even sure if the personality I had in mind would even fit with the origin that I planned out. *sigh*

    So cancel my reservation for Cresselia. I'm just going to go with Runner for this one.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Dramon View Post
    Can I reserve Raikou?

    Here's my sample. :3
    Dramon - Dramon, my apologies for not responding for a long while, I have been both sick and busy with maintenance and all that. However, I find it that you should of had valid time to work on your sign up even without the reservation placed. I place one for five days starting from the post they requested a reserve. So I will not grant you one, however if you want one again, simply post again.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tundra_Wolfmane View Post
    Sorry Chris, I'm drawing a bad scribble with Cresselia's personality. I just can't get it right. I'm trying to get a lady, but it ends up like a bad cross between one and a tomboy. I'm not even sure if the personality I had in mind would even fit with the origin that I planned out. *sigh*

    So cancel my reservation for Cresselia. I'm just going to go with Runner for this one.
    Tunda_Wolfmane - Alright, as you request. Though As I said to The Doctor, use me if you are stuck on anything. Being a muse is one of my greater talents!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Manaphy Mare View Post
    I've been redoing my sign up on a word document and he's starting to seem more like Celebi, so I decided to change Curran from being Mew to being Celebi, with edits to the appearance and aura to reflect these changes. Without further ado I give you the sign up for Curran 2.0!


    Manaphy Mare
    - Manaphy, it is good that you have re-calibrated your sign up, and since it is technically a new legendary, it is a new character design, so your pending statuses are reset. However, personally before I review your sign up, I'd like you to lengthen a few fields, more so Origin. Look at other people's sign ups, their Origins are quite long. The Origin is basically the prologue for your character, a story, a freshly made RPG sample. If you sell me on the Origin, you are most likely guaranteed a spot in the RPG, as I mostly focus on Origin and Aura when reviewing Sign Ups. So, personally I am to recommend that you increase the length of the fields within your sign up. Else, I'll procrastinate a little before fully reviewing your sign up. Unless you wish me to look at it, this instance.

    Also, please for the convenience of Aesthetics and organization, could you bold the sections? Thank you.
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    Greywolf123:

    Greywolf123, I found your sign up, acceptable.

    ACCEPTED!

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    Mimori Kiryu: Overall I found your sign up: acceptable.

    ACCEPTED!
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    I'm glad to hear you're alright, Chris I'll admit I was a little worried because you haven't been on for quite awhile.

    About Phione, I'm just debating on his personality is all and when I do that it makes me want to just rewrite it all over again but I don't think it's that bad to be completely rewritten... You don't have to reserve me a spot I just thought I mention it after my first statement. If Phione get taken then so be it.
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    I said I would change my character's name, remember? If you want, I'll repost the signup with the new names. I'll change it to Michael/Michelle, if necessary. :] (Like I mentioned over MSN).
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    Quote Originally Posted by PokemonBreederChris View Post
    Manaphy Mare - Manaphy, it is good that you have re-calibrated your sign up, and since it is technically a new legendary, it is a new character design, so your pending statuses are reset. However, personally before I review your sign up, I'd like you to lengthen a few fields, more so Origin. Look at other people's sign ups, their Origins are quite long. The Origin is basically the prologue for your character, a story, a freshly made RPG sample. If you sell me on the Origin, you are most likely guaranteed a spot in the RPG, as I mostly focus on Origin and Aura when reviewing Sign Ups. So, personally I am to recommend that you increase the length of the fields within your sign up. Else, I'll procrastinate a little before fully reviewing your sign up. Unless you wish me to look at it, this instance.
    Well, in that case. I'm done editing this time through, I fleshed out his backstory. If I still need to edit, I'll probably add more to Sylvia's part and flesh out her motives a little bit.

    Also, please for the convenience of Aesthetics and organization, could you bold the sections? Thank you.
    D'oh! I always seem to make that mistake.
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    Quote Originally Posted by InnerFlame View Post
    I'm glad to hear you're alright, Chris I'll admit I was a little worried because you haven't been on for quite awhile.

    About Phione, I'm just debating on his personality is all and when I do that it makes me want to just rewrite it all over again but I don't think it's that bad to be completely rewritten... You don't have to reserve me a spot I just thought I mention it after my first statement. If Phione get taken then so be it.
    InnerFlame - Alright, well I'd like to say take your time, but as it has been roughly a month since I posted the Sign Up Form, I'd request that haste be given if you are still in the works with Pione.

    Quote Originally Posted by Mimori Kiryu View Post
    I said I would change my character's name, remember? If you want, I'll repost the signup with the new names. I'll change it to Michael/Michelle, if necessary. :] (Like I mentioned over MSN).
    Mimori Kiryu - As I said, The Jewel of Life has been inactive for nearly a month now. So you can use that name if you want. The Jewel of Life's inactivity result in her being kicked from the RPG if there is no response by this saturday March 6th.

    Quote Originally Posted by Manaphy Mare View Post
    Well, in that case. I'm done editing this time through, I fleshed out his backstory. If I still need to edit, I'll probably add more to Sylvia's part and flesh out her motives a little bit.
    Manaphy Mare - As I previously suggested, look at other's designs for inspiration or help. For Origin I wanted a story, an event, more akin to an "RPG Sample" than history, which is a Summary. Make a scene. I have reviewed your sign up below.

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    Manaphy Mare:

    My apologies, but though there was some improvements in some fields from your previous chances, there were still grave faults. I am to REJECT this character design. You are still welcome to Sign UP, even as "Curran," however this character design of yours has been denied. Also, if I may suggest. Try getting your sign up to be about 3 pages in length on well Word 2007 default settings. It was at the third page, but it only was to roughly half, making it 2 1/2 pages. If you add in that extra half, and it wasn't filler material, it would probably be acceptable. However your sign up had too many faults to it, so I am sorry but I am to reject this character design. Thank you, for your efforts, please try again.

    DENIED.

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    March 6th, 2010 is now the official Release Date. I hope not to be like Blizzard and keep pushing back the start of the RPG every time it comes near that date...

    Also, for some of you may know, a virus attacked my computer, and ate all my documents saved in certain files on my computer, thus many of my RPG works and such went KABOOM! Typh, the Articuno was one of them...let us all have a moment of silence for the characters of PokemonBreederChris....

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    H'ok! Now that's over, I'll stick into the old resevoirs of my mind and fish the Idea of Typh out, to remake her and post her, most definately by March 6th, 2010! I have requested Zapdos, and Raikou to bring life back into this RPG, with their sparks, and hopefully the Fates will not have my evil Professors dump three books, and umpteenthillions of essays that will drown me in a sea of carpal tunnel...

    MARCH 6th! NEW OFFICIAL RELEASE DATE!!!!!!
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    I believe Mew is still opened? Would I be allowed to reserve it and have my sign up done as quickly as possible?

    EDIT: Went looking for an RPG sample     Spoiler:- RPG sample:
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    HEY CHRIS. ITS ME! yeah, sorry if this is a little rubbish. its 1 in the morning and i'm tired and i just whipped this up quickly. hope its too your standards mate

    Name: Jack
    Legendary: Raikou
    Gender: Male
    Age: 17

    Description: Jack is rather scrawny in stature when one perceives him. He is average in height at about 5’9”, there just don’t seem to be much meat to the bones on his body to make him seemed filled out enough. On closer inspection, Jack is surprisingly quite wiry and subtly muscular. His body is relatively in proportion apart from his legs which are slightly longer than average. On both his shoulders, he has peculiar V-shaped Tattoos which point downwards to his arms, and there are also similar tattoos on the outer side of his thighs as well. His body is typically Caucasian, pale white skin covering up his flesh and bones and a mess of platinum blonde hair which seeks nothing more than to annoy him by getting in his eyes or acting as if he’s constantly static. His body is relatively hairless apart from the usual places due to the onset of puberty although he does have some hair on his cheeks attempting to become blonde sideburns. His head is slightly triangular in shape.

    Jack’s face is what someone would describe as youthfully handsome, if one could get over the fact that he always seems to be confused or scowling. This natural expression of his is due to his above average heavy brow and relatively thick eyebrows. His nose is rather softly angled than sharp and has a gentle curve towards it. His mouth has rather thin lips and whenever he smiles, it’s hard to miss the likeness he has to a wolf grinning – a fact that’s also not helped by the fact that his incisors are unusually sharp. His eyes are a pale yellow/gray colour and when a torch is shown to his face, they actually glow bright yellow like a cat’s eyes.

    Jack’s outfit is crazily bright and relatively simple. He wears a pair of plain orange three-quarter lengths along with a plain yellow t-shirt. More often than not, he has a cheap mp3 in his three-quarter lengths pocket as he likes to listen to fast paced music when he runs. On his feet, he wears an old pair of trainers which are well worn out so no visible make can be seen on it, but very comfy – however Jack hates wearing socks. He also wears a plain purple jacket which has a large hood on it. He also has a pair of sunglasses which are perched on top of his head when its sunny. When it gets colder, Jack swaps his shorts for a pair of striped jeans and his purple jacket for an electric blue hoodie. On his hands, he likes wearing a pair of black fingerless gloves. Lastly, he has a cheap little metal lightning bolt attached to some string around his neck.


    Personality: Jack's often found in a very dream-like state when he wonders the world. He just finds the world around him so fascinating that he likes to open his senses up the feel, hear and see everything, with a loss that he struggles to focus on things, such as conversations with people, taking him several seconds for him to realise that someone is actually talking to him. However, sometimes, his senses pick up something which overwhelms him and causes him to ignore everything else and head towards what grabs his attention if it seems good, or run away like the wind if his instincts tell him its bad.

    If someone managed to engage his attention, many people quickly notice his wit and sharpness at picking up things. It appears that Jack may have a photographic memory and is a very quick learner. However, if you try and directly ask him a specific question, Jack can become very guarded and private and would rather dodge the question. The one close connection he does have, Ms Parry, he is completely open with and trusts her completely, and he often doesn’t mind spending a couple of hours just chatting away aimlessly to her, since he has no one else he feels like he can open up to.

    While Jack can be far away emotively, he is in fact quite claustrophobic. He can’t be in a lift without having panic attacks or generally be in a confined place with a roof over his head without at least getting a nervous twitch. In contrast, nothing pleases him more than the magic that are storms. Whenever it rains heavily, Jack likes nothing better to do than get out of whatever he’s doing and run back home and head to the roof and just stand there enjoying the rain on his head and to see if there’s any lightning to flash overhead.


    Origin:
    Where was I?

    My senses came to me one by one. It was dark. I could see that. Or rather, I couldn’t see that. I was on my back. It was damp, where I was lying, and a faint salty breeze wrapped itself over my naked body, chilling me slightly. I moved my arm. Grass, with the slightest hint of dew tickled my skin gently.

    I jolted upright.

    Where was I?

    Who am I?

    I felt...lost. confused and dazed. Looking up at the sky, it was dotted faintly with jewels glittering in the endless dark. My sense of hearing suddenly hit me. What my eyes couldn’t see, I could hear. There was a constant hum of background noise. Honking? Angry harsh vibrations echoed in the air all around. Was that music? My new found sense amazed me and I started to hone in on different sounds. I didn’t know where these words were coming from as I wondered what they were but they came. I heard a fox cry. Water gurgled somewhere behind me. A loud bang echoed in the distance followed shortly by wailing sirens. The sirens pierced the night hum as sharp as a knife. Closer than all the other noises of the night, I heard voices, two men roaring away at each other loudly and laughing. Their proximity extinguished my other thoughts as they were got closer, their footsteps crunching on the concrete pavements, their alcoholic scent...

    Their voices were lost under the hammering of my heartbeats and my ragged breaths as alarm bells rang in my head. Without thinking, I leaped up and bolted as fast as I could from the men. Where was I? I thought loudly as I nimbly dodged branches and bushes. I couldn’t see. I was even more lost and-

    OMPH! *THUD!*

    Pain blossomed around my head and back. I groaned. The first noise I make in this world and it’s a pain-filled ugly groan, I couldn’t help but think. I tried moving and more pain bloomed across my body like needles jabbed across my skin.

    “Now dear, stay still!” I vaguely heard a voice say. “I don’t know what on earth you’re doing running around in central park with no lights, butt naked but this isn’t a night to be doing such a thing young man!”

    I opened my eyes slightly and there, with a light hovering over her, an old lady bent over me and peered down at me over her half-moon glasses.

    “eh whaaaa...” I tried to mumble. I rolled myself over and tried to get back up but I felt dizzy and disorientated and I stumbled as I did so.

    Here you, cover yourself up boy!” said the lady with a squeak and I felt something big and hairy cover my back and sides. Clothes said an inner voice in my mind. Instinctively, I wrapped it around my body and blushed uncontrollably. My legs were exposed still but I didn't mind. Or didn’t care. I couldn’t work it out. At least the vitals were covered. I felt an arm loop itself around my left arm which began tugging me in a direction. It took me a moment to register we were walking down a path. The light I saw above the old lady was a street light. It flickered as I looked at it in wonder, mouth open agape.

    “come on boy, I don’t live too far. I’ll get you something a little bigger to cover yourself up with and something hot to warm you up, come on...” muttered the lady quietly to me, apparently. Her voice had a dream-like air towards it, like she was speaking to ghosts who weren't there.

    “uhh...” I said in a slurred fashion. The words seemed to struggle to come to form in my mouth before something clicked all of a sudden. “Who are you?” I blurted out.

    The old lady chuckled to herself. “well boy, I’m Mrs...” she paused for the slightest moment in time. A curious look crossed her face, as if she was pondering a memory. She coughed quietly. “Sorry about that, got lost in my mind for a moment there. I’m Ms Parry. Edna Parry. Perhaps in the future you might even called me Edna if you wish” she said with a small smile which held nothing back. “Now who are you, running out of the bushes like that and falling flat on your face right in front of me eh? Naked as well!”

    I looked at her blankly. She looked back inquisitively. A part of me wanted to run but yet she was so...calm. I moved my arm slightly and was surprised her grip on my arm was so strong. Her gaze continued looking me as we walked. “I...I...I don’t know” I stuttered in shock. She nodded.

    I found out later how unusual it was that she didn't press me. We continued walking for 20 minutes in silence till we got to her house, where she dragged me inside and she briskly sat be down in an old floral armchair, went away and came back with a pale cream dressing gown and confidently walked off to the kitchen. I put the dressing gown on and sat there in the living room. It was quite a big flat. Somewhat plain and simple, a couple of pictures of her and a man on the walls, the same man every time. There was a few paintings, and two sofas and - standing out amid the rustic setting in the room, a huge plasma TV on the wall opposite the sofas.

    Well, that's unusual I thought to myself, leaning back into the armchair. I avoided looking at the ceiling. It gave me the shivers and made me want to escape more than anything. But it was warm in this...house, at least. A feline mottled brown creature found me and to my surprise, jumped on my lap, curled up and started purring. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do and was about to call, the old lady, Ms Perry in but she happened to walk in with two mugs of hot liquid.

    “well that’s unusual. Reynolds’s never done that before to anyone I’ve had over...oh and here’s your tea”, she said handing me the steaming blue mug. She said it so confidently that I instantly felt at ease for some reason and in all honestly, I was starting to enjoy the reassuring vibrations the cat was making on my lap.

    It was the beginning of something at least, that night. We got talking, about little things mostly. She never questioned me once about my past, like I could tell her any way. I did gather a few things from her. She was a lonely woman since her husband died from a degenerative disease, whatever that was. They never had children for a reason she didn’t want to mention. Cutting the story short, she asked me to stay with her. I don’t know what it was about me but maybe it was because the cat liked me so much. She decided to name me after his husband, Jack, since I couldn’t remember my name – if I had a name, at all, and said that the spare room was going to be for me. Her generosity surprised me a lot. Maybe it was the cat that persuaded her. He didn’t stop purring all night and even slept on my bed.

    Aura: Jack’s aura is quite jolty and tied heavily to his emotions. When he’s feeling emotional, such as when he has a claustrophobic panic attack or ecstatic such as in the middle of a thunderstorm, to whose which can visibly see his aura, his body radiates an inconsistent random pulses of electric blue/florescent yellow volts of miniature lightning all across his body. Other effects which can occur when he’s charged up is that his body can actually become slightly static and electronic appliances and mains can flicker and possibly short circuit. When he’s very happy, his eyes also seem to glow with an iridescent life of their own – although one would only notice that in the dark.

    When not in “excited”, his past form has very minimal effects which single him out to be abnormal. Physically, he has slightly heightened senses such as sight, sound and taste. He is less prone to cold or heat and Jack never seems to be able to catch a cold at all. Furthermore, he doesn’t seem to sweat either, even after he runs excessively. This is due to his electrical aura heating up and evaporating the water fast enough so that his sweat isn't noticeable to most people. Jack has great stamina when it comes to running, but this appears to be limited to that alone – he can barely make 10 press-ups without collapsing out of breath and aching. An interesting thing of note, when Jack runs, his tattoos on his shoulders (and possibly his thighs, he doesn’t know as he hasn’t been running in the light naked) seem to become sharper and more visible to the eye and sometimes, they seem to lengthen a bit as well. To another legend’s eye, he has the slightest of slight pale yellow glow around his body and his aura billows out like a darker stormy cape of the colour of the hoodie or jacket he’s wearing. His pale yellow glow also leaves a hardly noticeable trail behind him like a jagged tail as well.
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    May I be reserved under the manlyness of Deoxys... I have samples...

        Spoiler:- Off the top of me head...:
    Tis is Nidoran1337!! He likes berrys...

    Credit goes to the amazing BynineB....

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    Quote Originally Posted by 1# manga fan! View Post
    I believe Mew is still opened? Would I be allowed to reserve it and have my sign up done as quickly as possible?
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    1# manga fan!- Reserved. However, your sample was too dialogue heavy for my tastes. If you could lesson the dialogue and add more of simple sense imagery, that would be lovely. So, with your Origin, I would like to see much great detail when it is time to submitt. The reserve lasts 5 days from when you requested a reserve. You can ask for another one if you need more time, I usually allow people to get 1 or 2 more reserves depending on circumstances.


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    Quote Originally Posted by RubyGuardian_A View Post
    May I be reserved under the manlyness of Deoxys... I have samples...
    RubyGuardian_A - Reserved.

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        Spoiler:- A Spark-flying Evaluation:


    Razor Shiftry:

    Overall, your sign up is acceptable. However, there were some faults in it, as well as the voice within it, that could use work. I could tell it was written way late at night with a tired mind. So if you could do a second review of your sign up and fix things up, that would be nice. There were some major points of flaw I pointed out to bring to attention. I hope you take them into consideration. So for now, I am to give you an

    ACCEPTED!. Which means you are accepted once the changes are made. Thank you for your interest.

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    GM Note:

    Things came up in real life last night, dealing with some overwork and drama with peoples. As well, went to my cousin's Sectional Game. So now I can promise within the week. I can treat Articuno as a LSU, and post the start within tomorrow (hopefully.) Life's been busy the past few weeks for me. That and an evil internet server which cuts off my internet at times when I'm free with time. So, those who are waiting, my apologies, the fates have me quite busy at this time.

    Though I can't have this killed after much effort and quality has been done with the participants. So I am trying to bring life to it!

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    Mew - Reserved until March 7th, 11:55 pm EST
    Deoxies - Reserved until March 10th, 5:21 pm EST
    Current status: Made a quick fun RPG! Come check it out! The Link of Zelda: Titled:
    Gods of an Unown World

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    Twin: Cdra1617 :3
    Bishie: Lenne <3

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    I believe Celebi should still be available.
    Heres my Sample, its actually an extract from a fan-fic im writing, hope that counts. But i warn you its Pg15.

        Spoiler:- RPG Sample ~ Extract from Chasing a Forgotten Memory:

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    Can I ask a question about the RPG here, or is there a discussion thread for it?
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    Cool Fan art I requested: WOLFMIN PLATNIUM CHAMPIONS

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