death of me - New Twilight RPG « Result #1 on Jan 27, 2009, 7:06am »
Forks, Washington has always been a place where things have been simple. Recently, with the influx of vampires, people have failed to notice those that have gone missing. The werewolves can't hurt the Cullen clan. They've not broken their contract, they've not hurt a soul. But it's open season on vampires. With everyone in a whirlwind of vampiric chaos and death tolls in Forks rising, the Volturi still haven't shown their faces to stop the madness.
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Following a trio in Italy, the Volturi are winded and tired. Their bodies go forever, but their minds, caused by blackness in their tracking and the inability to see the ones being tracked, are growing weary, ready to return home. That is when a sense comes. the smell of a creature closer. He's bleeding, wounded. He's what they're hunting. The fourth to the group, making it a trio that's on the loose, rather than four. His words lead them all to Forks, where the Volturi come armed, ready to kill.
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They carry no scent. They are close. Two males, a single female, each varying in size, each meek and unwilling to become part of a group. What are they? What could be dangerous enough to distract the Volturi when they were clearly challenged by such scary numbers that have climbed in Forks?
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This RPG is set during the time of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel. But it's in your hands now if you, the player, will simply play out her series plot or deviate from it. Only you can tell ... or can you?
A Twilight RPG Rated R (US), 18+ (UK) All Levels Welcome Brand New || Canons Needed
Montagris Academy « Result #2 on Nov 21, 2008, 2:52pm »
Ever wonder what the lives of the chosen ones are really like? Welcome to New York City's Upper East Side, where my friends and I live and go to school and play and sleep, sometimes with each other. For every break-up there's a pair of Prada heels, an exclusive Gucci dress and a few flutes of champagne to ease a broken heart.
The ladder to success is climbed by all and few get passed the second step. If you play by the rules set out chances are you'll be set up for life however if you think you can last by following your own then I'm afraid you'll be setting yourself up for an early demise. You're only beautiful until people see the real you after all. It's a luxurious life, but someone's got to live it
Sinful Tears « Result #3 on Sept 6, 2008, 9:17pm »
The Story
Over 800 years ago large wolf like beings roamed the soils of this earth. They were feared by the Indians of the land, but also worshiped for their strengths and abilities. The Indians gave them sacrifices from their sheep flocks and cow herds. The wolves accepted them, leaving alone the villages and people, but a new threat soon came.
White men were invading the lands and taking over everything. This angered the wolves and they began killing all on sight, but little the wolves knew of the weapons they had. Instead of running and fearing the wolves, they began to hunt them. They used guns and knives, something the wolves had never seen before, so they vanished into the woods. There they evolved, turning from Werewolves to Lycans. They were able to keep their human forms and were able to live among the people of the world, but the time they chose to re-emerge was one of the worst. Talk of witchcraft and magic was spreading, and how all who possessed it were to be burned.
The lycans feared for their lives, so they stayed hidden and secluded. Slayers were being trained to hunt down the unholy creatures of this world, but to the lychons relief they were spared. They had been forgotten, but it wasn't long until they were once again discovered. The people of the villages began to fear the night and the Slayers began to hunt the lycans. Most thought they could not hold human form, but it was soon learned they could and killings of lycans in their human forms began to be reported.
The Slayers began to hunt the lycans as their main creature and their race began to disappear. Many Slayers appeared at night, when a lycan had no choice but to change into the wolf-like creatures. With fear once again striking them, they ran into the forests and hid away from the world.
The emerged once more, able to keep human form and change at will; but different conditions had different effects on the lycans, so clans began to form. The clans were separated by jealousy and hatred for each other. The clans began to fight and feud over who was better. Their war raged on for years in the silence of the night. Eventually all hunting for those of the dark arts stopped – the Slayers went into a state of dormancy, waiting till the return of the Lycans.The Lycans again began killing off flocks and herds, but with the disappearances and strange noises of them fighting in the night the Slayers soon returned. They were better equipped and with more knowledge of their species. An all out war broke out between the races, one against the other.
Throughout time the two have fought and many have been killed, generations of father and son have taken their places in the war, but the lycans still feud with each other, killing off each other along with the Slayers. As time passed the lycans had to go into secrecy, living away and in secrecy.The slayers began to create new weapons,one in particular they have used like drugs.Once injected this serum turns a lycan normal,and once their powers are gone the slayers force them into their school,and use them to learn more about the clans. In today’s world they still walk among us, along with Slayers, but with a new school that trains the Slayers, and The Lycan clans becoming more aggressive from the temptations of today, will the lycan race be able to survive? Who will be left standing in the end?
Isaiah Alexander Donnelly-Mason « Result #4 on Jul 27, 2008, 11:06am »
x Name. Isaiah Alexander Donnelly-Mason x Nickname. Izzy x Age. 17 x DOB. January 13th. x Gender. Male x Height. Five ‘seven. x Weight. One hundred and thirty-nine lbs. x Skin. Pale, but fair. x Build. Petite. x Ethnicity. German x Sexuality. Bi. x Hometown. New York, NY. x Religion. None. x Position. Orphan. x Habits. Smoking pot, being opinionated, rudeness, lying, cursing, and being arrested. x Impairments. Addictions that won’t go away and color blind in her left eye. x Theme song. “Dear This Has Always Been About Standing Up For What You Believe In” by Amber Pacific
Appearance: Isaiah isn't very well built. Even though he has played soccer since he was 11, he never tried work out periodically. His parents, to his knowledge, weren't that tall, considering Isaiah is fiver foot seven. His posture, however, is horrible. He arches his back, in and out, and his shoulders are broad, going two ways. They can be warm and cuddly, or wide and scary as anything. Isaiah's looks basically provide him with an outward appearance. He can appear as an innocent man at one minute, or a tough "bully" at another.
Isaiah doesn't have anything 'distinguishing' about him, really. His eyes change colors a lot. They are either blue or green. He's pretty white, not gonna lie, but tans well for being German. His hair is another thing that always changed. Brown, blond. Short, long. The kid can't make up his mind.
Personality: Isaiah wears his heart on his sleeve. Or his face, rather. You know when he is upset. You know if he is hurting, sad, or just content. His eyes are big and blue. They can comfort and warm you up, or they can pierce right through you. When he is upset, he clenches his jaw and his eyes go wide. Isaiah doesn't know he does it half the time, though.
Isaiah isn't like other kids. He grew up shy, but when you get to know him, he's crazy. He doesn't know the ropes; he didn't have a dad. He gets into trouble without knowing it, but people don't believe him. He's got a knack for lying, and he's damn good at it. He gets attached very easily. He doesn't know who to trust, so he trusts everyone. He's afraid for his life, for no reason in particular. He has episodes. He'll cry. He'll freak out. He'll throw stuff around and he'll say things he doesn't mean. Welcome to the world of Isaiah.
Isaiah doesn't know what to think of himself. Sometimes he thinks he's a freak. Other times a loser. Other times a God. He was teased growing up, so he's very sensitive. He'll take an insult very personally. He wishes he was better at everything and anything, just so he can make his father wish he hadn't given up. But still, people love Isaiah. People take advantage of Isaiah. People are friends, and people are enemies. Izzy gets into a lot of fights, which gives him bad credt with some people. But once they get to know him, people love the kid. Though. most people think they can take advantage of him, because he will often do anything for friends.
Izzy isn't one for long relationships. He'd rather just keep it friends with benefits. He did, however, have one relationship with a girl that lasted 8 months. There was a time in the middle where Isaiah found out that she had hooked up with another person, a girl at that.. Damn. They finally mended the relationship, but at the end of the summer, she had to move away. Isaiah just didn't want to get hurt after that.
Isaiah keeps his past a secret. He doesn't tell people what happened to him. He is bipolar and has ADHD, so sometimes, people know something is wrong. But for the most part, Isaiah is a happy kid in a lonely kind of way.
Likes: # Music # Smoking # Card Tricks # Magic # Guns # Boys # Girls # Tattoos # Hockey # Booze
Dislikes: # Rich Kids # Brats # Gangs # People who don't listen # Giving Orders # Receiving Orders # Quick Judging # His history # His father
Fears/Weaknesses: dying, running into his father, being alone. Talents: the guitar, writing, lying
Parents: Birth Father: Conner Donnelly, 44, Lawyer Birth Mother: Dana LaClaire, Deceased Adoptive Mother: Rose Mason, Deceased Adoptive Father: Patrick Mason, Desceased
History: When he was seven, Isaiah left the boy's home. He liked his new parents; they were cool. They were young, but adopted because the misses couldn't have a baby. But she treated Isaiah like he was her own. They even fed Isaiah as much as he wanted, which he wasn't used to. But the food wasn't bad. Isaiah never had fast food, unless it was a burger or pizza before a soccer game. Isaiah was happy, for once in his life - truly happy. Until December 17. It was almost a month before Isaiah's 12th birthday. He had a soccer game that day, and he was way pumped. His mom and dad had to leave early to get some presents for other people, so Isaiah took a ride home with a friend. When he got home, all of his aunts and uncles and cousins were sitting around the couch, crying; staring. Isaiah walked in slowly, used to flying emotions. "There was a crash, Izzy."
After losing the people who cared most about him, Isaiah couldn't face it. He smoked pot. He stayed out late; caused trouble. He was sent from one shitty home to another, until they finally had enough of him. But the worst house was Dan's. Dan and his wife, Julie, seemed nice when Isaiah first met them. But they weren't nice in any way. Dan drank a lot, and when he was drunk, he was mad. He was constantly finding things to blame Izzy for, and when he did, he hit him. Hard. Until Isaiah could barely even breath anymore. Julie just sat in the other room, most times unnoticed. Isaiah was afraid to scream. Dan hit him harder when he screamed. But the worst was later, when Dan was passed out and Izzy was lying on the bed, scared as hell. Julie would come in and try to seduce him. Try to make him want her. She'd slap him if he turned the other way, which would send Dan in. And Dan would see Isaiah on top of Julie, and he'd be furious. Isaiah didn't know what to do, so whenever he got caught smoking, he told the principal what would happen. He would say he would do anything not to get in trouble, which was right. Then time after time, until he was 16, Isaiah would go from home to home.
When Isaiah was sixteen, he was sent to live with Jane Brooklyn, an older, single lady back in the heart of Brooklyn. She'd recycled hundreds of orphan kids, taking care of them until they found a home.
After he was adopted by Jane, Isaiah finally settled in to his new home, new neighborhood. He never got used to the Brooklyn way of life, but it was okay. He had a family, and the system to protect him. Isaiah loved Jane like crazy; she was a real mother to him. And everything was going well. But then the gangs wanted Isaiah. That is, of course, wanted Isaiah dead. He was an alcoholic, and addicted to pot. But he never got help. He never fixed himself. He just became less happier; though, he started writing music and playing soccer again.
Until he met his father. Daddy was a big time lawyer for the state, with a brand new family. But he wanted Isaiah in his life again. He'd kept the real reason for giving him up a secret for a while. Turns out, Isaiah's real mother died in labor. She was just nineteen. Isaiah partially let his father in.
Welcome to Claremont, California. The fifth best city in the United States. At least that is what the paper says, what the record says. Hiden under in fine print it says the truth. Claremont is a crime infested town. It you crossed out the highschool, sure what was said would be the truth, their college, Pomona College keeps the rate lower, but the high school is infested with drug addicts, rapers, murderers, and suicidal teens. Will the truth be uncovered, or will it stay hidden forever?
the Reclamation - crime rpg « Result #6 on Apr 21, 2008, 2:10pm »
Year 2012 The government has fallen. An elite secret organization infiltrated every level of society and destroyed the government from within. They call themselves The Aeuitas Equitas or the AE. They gave the people “freedom” from the government’s ruling hand and destroyed the law. The AE continues to monitor the system, ensuring that power can not be taken. [align=center] Now, crime and corruption rules the city. There can be no justice where there is no law. Among the chaos, Brisbane has settled into some semblance of normalcy. People have learned to look away from the corruption and keep quiet because in this town the brave end up dead. Safety is a thing of the past in Brisbane.[/align] [align=right] There are those who still fight however; they are the known as The Service. Tired of living in corruption, these are the people who try to bring order by destroying the AE.[/align] On the streets of Brisbane a silent war is taking place. Everyone knows about the two sides, but no one knows who the members are and neither side is free from corruption. Who will reign in…..
Welcome to Tumbling Hills, television's most talked about supernatural drama. The hit show, shot in the backlot of Hollywood Studios, is one of the most talked about programs in television history. Adapted from a hit book series, the program dwells into the lives of those in a small town, where strange events are a norm. With 23 million weekly viewers, its most popular show around. Let gossip and backstage drama begin.
As Tumbling Hills, a supernatural teen drama, starts up production for its second season the returning veteran cast members are surprised by casting changes. Ryan James finds his amount of lines cut into about half and that previously unknown of Castian Carmarthen seems to have taken over his place as the new lead male while his former leading lady Megan Daniels finds herself having to prove that she can hold her own against newcomer Rose Roman, the producer’s daughter. With the new changes all of the veteran cast members start to feel the effects, especially Ryan James.
As Ryan struggles with his demotion he finds himself sliding into darkness that even his fellow cast members tend to deny he could possibly be in. A strong charismatic individual could never fall that far from greatness they keep thinking. The bigger question is who will find him when he hits rock bottom. Will it be his ever adoring teen fans, someone from the set, or the inspiring gossip writer trying to catch her break?
Millstone Academy {Aff?} « Result #8 on Mar 29, 2008, 4:59pm »
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Welcome to Millstone Academy, a prestigious, yet scandalous boarding school. Here the rich, the famous, even some commoners, come to get their education. But Millstone isn't known for just the people that attend it's Academy, it is also known for all the crimes commited here. Murders, suidicides, rapes, drug bust, robberies, and much more have occured here in Millstone. Thanks to both, paparazzi is almost always crawling about Millstone, hoping to catch that story that might pay enough for them to retire. So many secrets lay buried beneath Millstone, and everyone is determined to find them.
.:Azeri:. [>>]And I don’t want the world to see me, because I don’t think that they’d understand… The blood spilt on that dreary night. The bombs hit everywhere around them, parading around them as if they were nothing but aunts. Most didn’t panic to bad; they figured it would stop before long. But it didn’t. It lasted for hours, maybe even days. No one could remember. No one wanted to remember. That was a long time ago to horses though. Only those who were old and about to die anyways could remember, and it scared their lives severely. No one even knew were the bombs come from. But that my dear is the past. Even though that was a long time ago, Azeri is still trying to come back to the way it was. Horses weren’t the same anymore. They were the only ones who ever walked the world of Azeri, with exceptions of a few creatures such as birds. But they weren’t close and as happy any more. Instead of being one big herd like they used too, stallions started claiming lands for themselves, and claiming mares. They became the one thing they had told themselves long ago what they would never do, be like the once upon a time Earth horses. Earth though is the old Azeri. Earth was re-named to Azeri; the only creatures that were still alive were Horses and a few smaller creatures. Humans hadn’t walked this earth in millions of years, and no history was present of them, the horses didn’t even know what humans are. But the horses had forgotten their old promises; they are going back to ancient ways. [>>]The path I walk is in the wrong direction, there’s curses lurking in our heads but we don't want to find it… Azeri has grown much over the year that has circled around it. The horses’ population is booming higher with each breeding seasons that come around. But with more horses inhabiting Azeri, more personalities inhabit it as well. And there are times you get the prejudice horses, only liking those of their type. So here we have it, another Light vs. Dark war that is wagering amongst us. Each wants to kill the other. While most of the Neutrals would rather be cast out from the battle, on the sideline so to speak, but to get away from the grasp of the decided alliance, they’ll need guidance to find their way out. But this isn’t all that’s wrong with Azeri, storms are brewing as well, they are far off in the future now, but the horses senses tell them its there. With the war and storms, how will the horses ever survive through this? You Choose Your Path… [>>]We Need A Map To Find Our Way Out… Meanwhile, the gods that horses have come to believe were just myths their parents told them to satisfy their imagination. But the havoc among the lands, and their simple boredom, has encouraged them to come out of hiding once more. Their powers are endless, and they hide among the horses as if they were one of them. Simple words of rhyme that confuse the horses are what they use to curse or bless the horses. What will they make of our world?
What would happen if every major city in the United States was wiped off the map? Cellphones, TVs, dishwashing machines, everything that uses electricity would no longer work. Flipping a switch wouldn’t make the lights come on, everything would run out of gas, and no one would have the faintest idea of what’s going on in the outside world.
Do you think people would change? The strong might become brigands, watching the roads and taking advantage of the weak. Neighbors might fight each other in their attempts to put food on the table. Guns would be found holstered on everyone’s hip, not to exercise their second amendment rights, but simply to stay alive.
Do you think that people would still hope? Upstanding citizens might try to keep order, elect officials, and fight to protect others. The hard circumstances might force people to work together. They could try to rebuild after the attack. They could make stronger communities, make stronger relationships.
What would it be like if the world ended? Visit us and find out.
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