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So I'm not cool enough to do it, but I think a Pokemon based Nation RP would be cool. Jussayin.
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So I'm not cool enough to do it, but I think a Pokemon based Nation RP would be cool. Jussayin.
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9 yrs ago
[@Xandrya] I'm so sorry to hear that! :[ It's the most heart breaking thing to lose one of those little guys. I hope you'll be okay.
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10 yrs ago
Rescued a baby squirrel yesterday. They're so FLUFFY. <3
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10 yrs ago
Uncle falls from a ladder, mother has heart attack. What next, June? Bring it on, asshole.
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10 yrs ago
Today is a day of sadness. It is the day I quit partaking of the drink of my lord and savior, Lord Coffee Bean. I shall be very grumpy for the next three weeks.
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Bio
Fandoms/Genres I like to roleplay
Games
- Pokemon
- League of Legends
- Golden Sun
Books
- Harry Potter
- Eragon
- Percy Jackson
Genres/Other
I'm all about that fantasy. I can mix it with other genres, such as sci-fi, slice of life, etc. but I generally stick to fantasy settings. As long as something supernatural or mystical is afoot, I'm interested. I generally like adventure, exploration, and conversation more than action and fighting in my roleplays as long as everyone is having a good time. I enjoy tabletop RPGs such as Dungeons & Dragons, Scion, Dungeon World, and Ryuutama.
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I'll be active this weekend, but I don't really have too much to go off of at the moment. :] I'll try to get something going.
Yeah, I'm looking forward to that. I've enjoyed everyone's posts so far :]
July 25th, 8:00AM
Suzumiya Estate, Residential Los Angeles
"Aaahhh," Nana yawned as she raised her arms into a far stretch above her head, but almost immediately shrunk back in on herself with a wince as her skin pulled taut against her spine - a stinging reminder to be more aware of her body. Her lips placed themselves into a small frown, but she shook off her discontent quickly as her Uncle spoke to her from the other end of the formal dining table. "I think it might be best if you took some time off from school. With the recent shooting I cannot allow you to go back. It's much too dangerous." Her Uncle spoke firmly, as if expecting an argument from her.
Nana hadn't been there the day of the shooting, but even the thought of being there sent her hands shaking. She balled them into fists and hid them in her lap to avoid her Uncle's watchful gaze. She bowed her head for a moment, staring blankly at her half eaten strawberry crepe. "How long?" Nana asked finally. Before he could answer, a man in a crisp black suit came in and leaned down to whisper something to her Uncle. She felt her eyebrows furrow. She didn't like the men who worked under her Uncle, and she liked them even less when they whispered to him. It always meant no good.
The man in the suit stood back to his full height and backed away slightly, promptly folding his hands in front of him as if waiting to escort her Uncle. Nana suppressed a sigh. They rarely got the privilege of sitting through an entire breakfast together these days. "I'm sorry my dear, I must be heading out. Chie will take care of you while I'm gone." He dabbed his mouth briskly with his napkin and departed without a glance back for his niece, the suited man following closely behind him.
From the corner of her eye she could see the slim figure of Chie approaching the table. "I don't want to eat anymore. I'm going to my room." She muttered darkly, jamming her finger against the button on the arm of her hoverchair. The chair whirred to life, propelling her swiftly from the dining room and away from the concerned shouts of Chie.
July 25th, 8:30AM
Inside her room, she sat in a pool of sunlight spilling in through the several arched windows lining the walls. She stared up at the sky for a moment before closing her eyes and slipping a large ring-like device over her head.
Login:
Username: Seventh
Password: ***********
The familiar and fond sensation of melting away from true reality came over her, and she opened her eyes to find herself in her preferred reality: the Cloud. Before her, a maze-like garden with rose bushes forming many paths stretched out. Other people would get lost hopelessly within it's confines, but she was not other people. In here she was Seventh, and Seventh knew all of the paths of this garden like the back of her hand. This place was her's within the Cloud, after all.
She reached out to pluck a rose from a nearby bush, then raised it to her face to inhale the scent deeply. Her lips quirked into a smile, the Cloud could cure all of her bad moods. "I wonder if she's on at this time of the day?" Seventh thought out-loud, looking at the rose quizzically. 'I bet she'd like this!' She clutched the rose to her chest and skipped down the middle path.
A feeling of falling came over her and she was suddenly in Bar-None, a popular social forum of the Cloud. Today it was more crowded than usual with other Shells, most of them were people she was acquaintances with at the very least, and quite a few of the ones she knew better gave her a smile and a nod as she passed by. She returned the gestures absentmindedly as she scanned the room for the person she was hoping would be here.
"I heard that it was a forced suicide." Somebody from a nearby couch said loudly, trying to talk over the others sitting there. Seventh paused in her tracks, curiosity calling her to listen in. "Forced or not, the little bugger done blew 'is own 'ead off, I say good riddance y'know?" Came a gruff voice from a rather effeminate looking male Shell. 'Kimora, isn't it? Well, he's chipper today huh?' Seventh thought to herself and started to walk again. She considered asking them about the incident, but discarded the notion. They were a rather unpleasant lot, the worst gossips of Bar-None, meaning they knew things other people didn't. The price for information though, that was what caused Seventh to walk away. She wouldn't lower herself to their level.
'Ahhh, I haven't seen her in a few days but it feels like forever!' She held onto the rose even more tightly, to remind herself it was still there. That was when Seventh spotted the vibrant red of the slinky dress her friend wore in one of the most dimly lit corners of the bar. She started rushing over but slowed down when she noticed that her friend was with an unfamiliar person dressed head to toe in nondescript clothing, with the hood of their jacket pulled up to hide their face. They were huddled together, whispering back and forth fervently, as if in a heated discussion. The hooded person noticed her approach and quickly cut off the woman in the dress with a hand signal.
"Um, lo-long time no see, Cirvy." Seventh said awkwardly as her friend, Cirvennextra, stood with a look of impatience on her face. "Seventh, I'm busy right now. What do you want?" Cirvennextra folded her arms under her generous bosom and raised an eyebrow. "I um... I got this for you. I thought you'd like it." Seventh held the rose out for Cirvennextra. Something in her friend's expression softened for a moment as she took the rose from Seventh. "Go away now, Seventh. I'll talk to you some other time." Every word Cirvennextra spoke was another dagger in Seventh's heart. Cirvy never acted like this, why was she being so weird?
When Seventh turned to leave, she heard the hooded figure say something about "Adrian". 'Isn't that the name of the kid who shot himself?' She had never heard so many people talking about the death of one kid, suicide or not. Why was this topic so popular today? Maybe it was just coincidence, that they were whispering about somebody with the same name? Seventh looked back at her friend and something welled up inside her. Curiosity, suspicion, excitement? She was getting more and more intrigued, that much was certain.
Suzumiya Estate, Residential Los Angeles
"Aaahhh," Nana yawned as she raised her arms into a far stretch above her head, but almost immediately shrunk back in on herself with a wince as her skin pulled taut against her spine - a stinging reminder to be more aware of her body. Her lips placed themselves into a small frown, but she shook off her discontent quickly as her Uncle spoke to her from the other end of the formal dining table. "I think it might be best if you took some time off from school. With the recent shooting I cannot allow you to go back. It's much too dangerous." Her Uncle spoke firmly, as if expecting an argument from her.
Nana hadn't been there the day of the shooting, but even the thought of being there sent her hands shaking. She balled them into fists and hid them in her lap to avoid her Uncle's watchful gaze. She bowed her head for a moment, staring blankly at her half eaten strawberry crepe. "How long?" Nana asked finally. Before he could answer, a man in a crisp black suit came in and leaned down to whisper something to her Uncle. She felt her eyebrows furrow. She didn't like the men who worked under her Uncle, and she liked them even less when they whispered to him. It always meant no good.
The man in the suit stood back to his full height and backed away slightly, promptly folding his hands in front of him as if waiting to escort her Uncle. Nana suppressed a sigh. They rarely got the privilege of sitting through an entire breakfast together these days. "I'm sorry my dear, I must be heading out. Chie will take care of you while I'm gone." He dabbed his mouth briskly with his napkin and departed without a glance back for his niece, the suited man following closely behind him.
From the corner of her eye she could see the slim figure of Chie approaching the table. "I don't want to eat anymore. I'm going to my room." She muttered darkly, jamming her finger against the button on the arm of her hoverchair. The chair whirred to life, propelling her swiftly from the dining room and away from the concerned shouts of Chie.
July 25th, 8:30AM
Inside her room, she sat in a pool of sunlight spilling in through the several arched windows lining the walls. She stared up at the sky for a moment before closing her eyes and slipping a large ring-like device over her head.
Login:
Username: Seventh
Password: ***********
The familiar and fond sensation of melting away from true reality came over her, and she opened her eyes to find herself in her preferred reality: the Cloud. Before her, a maze-like garden with rose bushes forming many paths stretched out. Other people would get lost hopelessly within it's confines, but she was not other people. In here she was Seventh, and Seventh knew all of the paths of this garden like the back of her hand. This place was her's within the Cloud, after all.
She reached out to pluck a rose from a nearby bush, then raised it to her face to inhale the scent deeply. Her lips quirked into a smile, the Cloud could cure all of her bad moods. "I wonder if she's on at this time of the day?" Seventh thought out-loud, looking at the rose quizzically. 'I bet she'd like this!' She clutched the rose to her chest and skipped down the middle path.
A feeling of falling came over her and she was suddenly in Bar-None, a popular social forum of the Cloud. Today it was more crowded than usual with other Shells, most of them were people she was acquaintances with at the very least, and quite a few of the ones she knew better gave her a smile and a nod as she passed by. She returned the gestures absentmindedly as she scanned the room for the person she was hoping would be here.
"I heard that it was a forced suicide." Somebody from a nearby couch said loudly, trying to talk over the others sitting there. Seventh paused in her tracks, curiosity calling her to listen in. "Forced or not, the little bugger done blew 'is own 'ead off, I say good riddance y'know?" Came a gruff voice from a rather effeminate looking male Shell. 'Kimora, isn't it? Well, he's chipper today huh?' Seventh thought to herself and started to walk again. She considered asking them about the incident, but discarded the notion. They were a rather unpleasant lot, the worst gossips of Bar-None, meaning they knew things other people didn't. The price for information though, that was what caused Seventh to walk away. She wouldn't lower herself to their level.
'Ahhh, I haven't seen her in a few days but it feels like forever!' She held onto the rose even more tightly, to remind herself it was still there. That was when Seventh spotted the vibrant red of the slinky dress her friend wore in one of the most dimly lit corners of the bar. She started rushing over but slowed down when she noticed that her friend was with an unfamiliar person dressed head to toe in nondescript clothing, with the hood of their jacket pulled up to hide their face. They were huddled together, whispering back and forth fervently, as if in a heated discussion. The hooded person noticed her approach and quickly cut off the woman in the dress with a hand signal.
"Um, lo-long time no see, Cirvy." Seventh said awkwardly as her friend, Cirvennextra, stood with a look of impatience on her face. "Seventh, I'm busy right now. What do you want?" Cirvennextra folded her arms under her generous bosom and raised an eyebrow. "I um... I got this for you. I thought you'd like it." Seventh held the rose out for Cirvennextra. Something in her friend's expression softened for a moment as she took the rose from Seventh. "Go away now, Seventh. I'll talk to you some other time." Every word Cirvennextra spoke was another dagger in Seventh's heart. Cirvy never acted like this, why was she being so weird?
When Seventh turned to leave, she heard the hooded figure say something about "Adrian". 'Isn't that the name of the kid who shot himself?' She had never heard so many people talking about the death of one kid, suicide or not. Why was this topic so popular today? Maybe it was just coincidence, that they were whispering about somebody with the same name? Seventh looked back at her friend and something welled up inside her. Curiosity, suspicion, excitement? She was getting more and more intrigued, that much was certain.
I'm gonna be posting later on tonight or tomorrow. I finally finished drawing the picture for Nana's Shell. I couldn't decide on the coloration for the longest time haha. xD
The character is from Darker Than Black. I hear it is a fantastic anime. :]
The RC Master said
:O That picture is amazing!
Thank you very much RC Mastah :D I have one for her shell that I'm finishing drawing today.
Does anyone know when Kyelin will be around to start the RP? I know real life comes up, but I'm mostly curious so I can make time to participate. :]
Also, I totally listened to everyone's song ;3
Real Name and Appearance: Nana Suzumiya
Nana possesses a thin body frame, with long tresses of brown hair sweeping across her face and hiding her hazel eyes. Beneath her slightly upturned nose is a pair of thin lips usually smiling as if they are hiding a secret.
Shell Name and Appearance: Seventh
In her shell the only thing that is different from her usual appearance is her long violet colored hair and her ability to walk freely. Her attire is very "Alice in Wonderland" themed.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Occupation: High school student
Weapon: ??
Bio:
As a child around the age of six, Nana was involved in a horrific accident that required her to get an artificial spine in order to save her life. The accident caused her childhood to go awfully awry. She couldn't walk on her own anymore, as the spine couldn't support her weight - standing on her own would cause the spine to forcibly dislodge itself from her back, which would more than likely kill her - and she's been confined to her hoverchair ever since.
This caused Nana's world to grow considerably smaller. She became entirely unresponsive, refusing to speak or leave her room, where she would stare at the sky through her window for countless hours every day. As if her seclusion wasn't bad enough, she rarely ate which caused her already fragile body to waste away. Severe malnutrition forced her to be hospitalized several times before her Uncle swept in and took custody of her, bringing her away from her emotionally defeated parents who no longer knew what to do with their daughter.
Living in her Uncle's house was hard at first. He would force her to come out of her room, and made her different dishes of food every day and sat there with her until she tried a bite. This frustrated them both to no end, but eventually she began to eat on a regular basis after he made her crepes - which she found that she loved. These events were the catalyst to her recovery, but her true cure came when Nana found his vast library. Countless books, countless worlds, countless stories - she would go alone in the middle of the night to read them, it was a blessed escape from her reality.
Not long after her nightly excursions started, her Uncle noticed she was gone from her room and found her in the library with piles of books strewn around her hoverchair. She spoke to him for the first time, talking animatedly about the adventures of "Alice in Wonderland". Her passion for the adventures of Alice gave her Uncle an idea. He went out and bought a Cloud system especially for her use. He helped Nana make a Shell for herself that looked like a character out of the story - a Shell that could do all the things that Nana couldn't. From then on, Nana found herself fascinated with the Cloud and immersed herself deeply in every aspect of it.
In the years after, due to her Uncle's persistence, she went back to school and tried to fit in as best (and awkwardly) as she could.
Relationships: She has a deep bond with her Uncle, although they started out rocky. As far as her parents go, she hasn't seen them since she left their house (although they have tried).
Other: She has a deep love for the "Alice in Wonderland" story and tries to emulate that style of clothing in her real life as well as on the Cloud. Her favorite color is violet, and her favorite food is crepes.
Theme song: Guren no Yamiya
Nana possesses a thin body frame, with long tresses of brown hair sweeping across her face and hiding her hazel eyes. Beneath her slightly upturned nose is a pair of thin lips usually smiling as if they are hiding a secret.
Shell Name and Appearance: Seventh
In her shell the only thing that is different from her usual appearance is her long violet colored hair and her ability to walk freely. Her attire is very "Alice in Wonderland" themed.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Occupation: High school student
Weapon: ??
Bio:
As a child around the age of six, Nana was involved in a horrific accident that required her to get an artificial spine in order to save her life. The accident caused her childhood to go awfully awry. She couldn't walk on her own anymore, as the spine couldn't support her weight - standing on her own would cause the spine to forcibly dislodge itself from her back, which would more than likely kill her - and she's been confined to her hoverchair ever since.
This caused Nana's world to grow considerably smaller. She became entirely unresponsive, refusing to speak or leave her room, where she would stare at the sky through her window for countless hours every day. As if her seclusion wasn't bad enough, she rarely ate which caused her already fragile body to waste away. Severe malnutrition forced her to be hospitalized several times before her Uncle swept in and took custody of her, bringing her away from her emotionally defeated parents who no longer knew what to do with their daughter.
Living in her Uncle's house was hard at first. He would force her to come out of her room, and made her different dishes of food every day and sat there with her until she tried a bite. This frustrated them both to no end, but eventually she began to eat on a regular basis after he made her crepes - which she found that she loved. These events were the catalyst to her recovery, but her true cure came when Nana found his vast library. Countless books, countless worlds, countless stories - she would go alone in the middle of the night to read them, it was a blessed escape from her reality.
Not long after her nightly excursions started, her Uncle noticed she was gone from her room and found her in the library with piles of books strewn around her hoverchair. She spoke to him for the first time, talking animatedly about the adventures of "Alice in Wonderland". Her passion for the adventures of Alice gave her Uncle an idea. He went out and bought a Cloud system especially for her use. He helped Nana make a Shell for herself that looked like a character out of the story - a Shell that could do all the things that Nana couldn't. From then on, Nana found herself fascinated with the Cloud and immersed herself deeply in every aspect of it.
In the years after, due to her Uncle's persistence, she went back to school and tried to fit in as best (and awkwardly) as she could.
Relationships: She has a deep bond with her Uncle, although they started out rocky. As far as her parents go, she hasn't seen them since she left their house (although they have tried).
Other: She has a deep love for the "Alice in Wonderland" story and tries to emulate that style of clothing in her real life as well as on the Cloud. Her favorite color is violet, and her favorite food is crepes.
Theme song: Guren no Yamiya
I'm interested. You have a good foundation going, and you obviously put work and thought into it. What I'm slightly concerned with is, is how many people are you expecting to participate before you think it's ready to go? Since we must be in pairs, it makes this tricky. So I'm guessing you'd want 4 characters as the bare-bones minimum? Preferably with 8-12 characters to ensure you'll have leftovers should people drop out?
Los Angeles is cool for me, to be honest. The only other city name that popped into my head was Vancouver.
What are your ideas on how the educational environment, transportation technology, and overall theme of the world? Is it darker, or sterile, or more harmonious with nature? Does social hierarchy take a big place in how we might interact with each other? I ask alot of questions, so feel free to tell me to bugger off if I get annoying haha ^__^
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