So, have you guys come up with good names for things yet?
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Darkness, nothing but darkness was all he saw. "I'm dreaming right? Why would I know, I'm dreaming if I were?" Greg wondered, while trying to move his body, but there was a problem with that, and that was, he didn't feel a body to be moved. He didn't feel anything. "Where's my arms? Where the hell are my legs?" we wondered. He couldn't even speak out loud, because he didn't have a voice either, he could only think. He wondered if he died, but tried to dismiss the thought, to keep himself from panicking. "Can I even panic?"
Suddenly a bright light flashed before him. The light was so bright, that the darkness vanished, like it was never there to begin with. Of course, Greg couldn't block his eyes, but for some reason he didn't need to. It was like the sudden bright light, didn't faze his vision at all. Then an even brighter light appeared, but this light began taking shape, and when it was done, he saw that it became a woman, or was it a man, he could tell. It wore a long, dark blue cloak. It's head, and face were covered with a hood. Only it's nose down to, it's chin, was visible, which was why Greg thought it, a woman, because of the shape of the lower face. The next thing was the first thing Greg noticed, and that was that, it was covered in chains.
The chains bound, it's arms and legs. He could tell what the chains were connected to, because it seemed, like the ends of the chains vanished, the farther he looked behind it to see what the chains were connected to, that were supposed to be holding it down. He took another look, at the figure, after viewing the chains. She had tears streaming from her face, but a happy smile on her face. He'd never seen an expression like that before. "What is going on? I'm dreaming right, but it feels to clear to be a dream"
"Thank you," it said, and that gave Greg, his answer on the gender. It was definitely a woman, or was it a girl. In his present state, the figure seemed huge, but the voice was soft, unwomanly. "Wait, what did she say?" Greg asked himself. What did she mean by, thank you? What was it, he did for her, then everything when dark again.
Suddenly a bright light flashed before him. The light was so bright, that the darkness vanished, like it was never there to begin with. Of course, Greg couldn't block his eyes, but for some reason he didn't need to. It was like the sudden bright light, didn't faze his vision at all. Then an even brighter light appeared, but this light began taking shape, and when it was done, he saw that it became a woman, or was it a man, he could tell. It wore a long, dark blue cloak. It's head, and face were covered with a hood. Only it's nose down to, it's chin, was visible, which was why Greg thought it, a woman, because of the shape of the lower face. The next thing was the first thing Greg noticed, and that was that, it was covered in chains.
The chains bound, it's arms and legs. He could tell what the chains were connected to, because it seemed, like the ends of the chains vanished, the farther he looked behind it to see what the chains were connected to, that were supposed to be holding it down. He took another look, at the figure, after viewing the chains. She had tears streaming from her face, but a happy smile on her face. He'd never seen an expression like that before. "What is going on? I'm dreaming right, but it feels to clear to be a dream"
"Thank you," it said, and that gave Greg, his answer on the gender. It was definitely a woman, or was it a girl. In his present state, the figure seemed huge, but the voice was soft, unwomanly. "Wait, what did she say?" Greg asked himself. What did she mean by, thank you? What was it, he did for her, then everything when dark again.
Note: This is our posts before the dream
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The night/morning went by fast today. It was a good thing that it did, because Greg didn't feel too good going into it. For some reason his body was abnormally tired. "Finally," he sighed as he dragged himself to his door, and into his apartment. He didn't even have enough energy to play on his computer. Bath, food, then sleep. The routine circled in his head as he began aiming for them. "Nope, bath, then sleep," he said as he did just that. He was too tired to even eat, and he loved to eat! What is wrong with me? I'm never like this.
Thirteen hours later, Greg's alarm went off. He barely heard it, as he tried to get up out of his bed. He could barely move, so he just rolled himself off the bed. Usually, he would catch himself before hitting the ground, it was one of his methods of getting out of bed fast, but this time was...painfully different. His awareness was completely empty, and with that, a painful crash to the floor, his body went. "Fuc-" he tired to scream the word, but it didn't come out. I can't even say fuck? I'm I dying?
He was surprised that he was able to stand on his feet. "I have to get ready for work," he thought, trying his hardest to prepare. He didn't like not showing up for work. It didn't matter how sick he was. It wasn't that he loved his job. Like I would love this job. In a way he sort of prided himself with not being weak like most people that, show up, with a small cold, then go home instantly. He worked, alone, in his department, what did it matter.
Somehow, Greg managed to get himself prepared for work. All that sleep (which he would never get normally), and he was still dead tired. "Well, lets get going then," he managed to say out loud as he headed for the door. Something was seriously wrong. He never felt this bad, it was as if something was killing him slowly. If you're going to kill me, please just do it already. The second he touched the doorknob, he collapsed, then passed out.
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The night/morning went by fast today. It was a good thing that it did, because Greg didn't feel too good going into it. For some reason his body was abnormally tired. "Finally," he sighed as he dragged himself to his door, and into his apartment. He didn't even have enough energy to play on his computer. Bath, food, then sleep. The routine circled in his head as he began aiming for them. "Nope, bath, then sleep," he said as he did just that. He was too tired to even eat, and he loved to eat! What is wrong with me? I'm never like this.
Thirteen hours later, Greg's alarm went off. He barely heard it, as he tried to get up out of his bed. He could barely move, so he just rolled himself off the bed. Usually, he would catch himself before hitting the ground, it was one of his methods of getting out of bed fast, but this time was...painfully different. His awareness was completely empty, and with that, a painful crash to the floor, his body went. "Fuc-" he tired to scream the word, but it didn't come out. I can't even say fuck? I'm I dying?
He was surprised that he was able to stand on his feet. "I have to get ready for work," he thought, trying his hardest to prepare. He didn't like not showing up for work. It didn't matter how sick he was. It wasn't that he loved his job. Like I would love this job. In a way he sort of prided himself with not being weak like most people that, show up, with a small cold, then go home instantly. He worked, alone, in his department, what did it matter.
Somehow, Greg managed to get himself prepared for work. All that sleep (which he would never get normally), and he was still dead tired. "Well, lets get going then," he managed to say out loud as he headed for the door. Something was seriously wrong. He never felt this bad, it was as if something was killing him slowly. If you're going to kill me, please just do it already. The second he touched the doorknob, he collapsed, then passed out.
@malmshodes don't want to bug you, but i just want to make sure if you're still doing the rp?
The ringing of an iphone theme remix begins, then ends as Greg quickly turns it to snooze. It was 7:30pm. "Damn, already," he groaned out the words, falling back to sleep, not feeling up to getting out of bed. He knew it was a bad idea to procrastinate sleep, until 2pm, but he loved the internet, and could never turn away from it. "I'm such a internet whore," he always called himself, every time he would finally put is computer to sleep mode.
Ten minutes later, the iphone remix begins again. "Crap, I have to get up now," he thought, as he forced his still, tired body out of bed, to begin his day, or better yet, his night. "Well I have about fifteen more minutes," he said out loud, while turning his attention to his computer. Every time he booted up his computer, he would go to steam. Steam was a gaming application, that allowed you, to play, and buy games for your personal computer, or what most, to all, would call it "pc" for short. As he began browsing through the games that were on sale, a message popped up, on his screen. "What is it now?" he wondered as he looked at the message. Steam, would from time to time show messages about new deals for the day, or week.
"What the hell is this?" he wondered as he read the message out loud. He didn't care to much about cursing, after all, he had his own place, so he didn't care. "Will you accept my call?" he read aloud, raising an eyebrow. The message had an option of yes and no. Was this a promotion for a new game, or did he have a virus that he didn't know about. Either way the answer was obviously no, but before he made a choice, he glanced over at the time, on his microwave. "Shit, I'm going to be late!" the words screaming in his head, as he quickly tried to cancel all his apps, before shutting down, his computer. In the process he accidently clicked on yes, as an answer to the message that, popped up earlier. "Crap, I didn't mean to do that," he said, but shrugged it off. I have virus protection and other protection programs, I'll be fine. He quickly got his things together then headed out.
Ten minutes later, the iphone remix begins again. "Crap, I have to get up now," he thought, as he forced his still, tired body out of bed, to begin his day, or better yet, his night. "Well I have about fifteen more minutes," he said out loud, while turning his attention to his computer. Every time he booted up his computer, he would go to steam. Steam was a gaming application, that allowed you, to play, and buy games for your personal computer, or what most, to all, would call it "pc" for short. As he began browsing through the games that were on sale, a message popped up, on his screen. "What is it now?" he wondered as he looked at the message. Steam, would from time to time show messages about new deals for the day, or week.
"What the hell is this?" he wondered as he read the message out loud. He didn't care to much about cursing, after all, he had his own place, so he didn't care. "Will you accept my call?" he read aloud, raising an eyebrow. The message had an option of yes and no. Was this a promotion for a new game, or did he have a virus that he didn't know about. Either way the answer was obviously no, but before he made a choice, he glanced over at the time, on his microwave. "Shit, I'm going to be late!" the words screaming in his head, as he quickly tried to cancel all his apps, before shutting down, his computer. In the process he accidently clicked on yes, as an answer to the message that, popped up earlier. "Crap, I didn't mean to do that," he said, but shrugged it off. I have virus protection and other protection programs, I'll be fine. He quickly got his things together then headed out.
Well it seems that our profiles are set. I guess we can begin soon.
Real Name: Greg
Real Gender: Male
Anime Name: Ichihara Mitsukuni (Mitsukuni being the first name)
Anime Age: 17
Anime Gender: Male
Anime Look Descriptions:
Without the fangs of course.
Class: 2B
Power: Aura
Real Gender: Male
Anime Name: Ichihara Mitsukuni (Mitsukuni being the first name)
Anime Age: 17
Anime Gender: Male
Anime Look Descriptions:
Without the fangs of course.
Class: 2B
Power: Aura
I'll have my characters posted tomorrow morning, but @malmshodes I think, because your anime age will be 18 that you should be in grade 3.
That's the plan, the bodies had a previous owner.
Is this suppose to be you? The main character that you will play is going to be you, your personality, everything that is you, except looks. When it comes to age, either 15-18 years.
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