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Dark Side RP (Remake) Dead

Name: Jenny Taylor
Nickname: N/A
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Your powers: A working understanding of botany.
Dark side's powers: The ability to cause living things to either wither and die or turn to stone on contact.
Crush: N/A
Relationship: N/A
Your personality: Carefree, serene, and loves nature.
Dark Side's personality: Sure it's beautiful . . . but wouldn't it look better dead?
Normal Appearance: Short, dark skinned, never leaves home without her lucky green sweater.
Dark Side's Appearance: Roughly similar to the normal form, but with rotten skin and flesh.
What causes your dark side to come out?: She doesn't know what the stimulus is. Fortunately, it's rare and doesn't last long.
Other:
Sexuality: Straight

Three RP Ideas. Need votes.

One vote for the Dark Side!

The New World - OOC IS UP

I too desire to throw mine humble hat into this grand ring and carve for myself a spot upon the map that is Great Albion.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Rughoi, during all this, was already planning the next attack, this time on the neighboring city of Aredor. "If you'll look at this report, gathered from kobold immigrants and a few spies," he said, gesturing to the map and handful of papers thrown haphazardly across the table upon which he and his advisors sat. "Aredor will be a tougher shell to break. We were lucky here. Traeton was not only conveniently nearby, but almost teetering on collapse. Aredor, you'll find, is far more stable. I'm taking any ideas. Merat? Kutur?"

"Your Might," Merat interjected, in his usual near-whisper. "Aredor is not better. Not much. Weaknesses in south wall. Extensive sewer system. Fascist totalitarianism."

"Also, if I may, Your Might," Kutur stuttered. "Perhaps, if you please of course, might win this battle before its even fought. Our reputation precedes us, you know? At least in the Fertile Valley, that is. Perhaps if we made a few grandiose threats, that might just tip the public in our favor."

"And then the Duchy of Draconis will be ours," Rughoi mused, his wolfish smile spreading across his snout. "What next? Shall we claim the Belayon Kingdom? The Irodils? If we lock down the Dragonblood, then what will Naushindcalgoa have to do but surrender? It's almost as if this entire continent is about to fall into our laps." The meeting was interrupted by Rama suddenly entering the room. "Ah, the Hero of Traeton. Speak quickly, what are your thoughts on Aredor?"

The Simple Blood ( A Survival Horror Bloodborne Roleplay)

The street led Karl to another part of the city he'd never seen before. Angrily, he kicked a loose cobblestone. It clattered down the street and came to rest a little down the road. Why couldn't he find the way home? Then, in relief, he spotted someone familiar. True, he was looking away, and his coat was pulled over him, but the red scarf unmistakably marks him as Igor, a colleague of his.

"Hey!" Karl shouted, waving. "Hey!" The man turned, and immediately Karl knew something was wrong. Igor's face was contorted into an expression of rage, something never seen in the formerly quiet and cheery man. With a growl, he began slowly walking toward Karl, pulling from his pocket a long, wicked knife. Karl quickly fumbled about his own pockets and his hand closed around his gun. Whipping it out, he pointed the gun at Igor and shouted "No closer!" This made him stop, at least for a brief moment, but soon he began menacingly advancing in his previous manner. Seeing no choice, Karl turned his head away and pulled the trigger. With a resounding crack, smoke billowed out of the end and Igor fell, never to rise again. Karl looked at the corpse of his former friend in shock. What if someone, or worse, something, heard?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"If only," Krakas snorted. "I wish he did. At least then he'd have a father." She didn't know why she was giving away all this information to this total stranger. Maybe it was the confined quarters, or the fact that her son didn't trust her, but right now she craved nothing more than a bit of attention and an open ear. "Listen, if there is any part of him that is still Rughoi, then what he may need is a little prodding. Appeal to his sense of self. If that doesn't work, then try poking his ego by suggesting he isn't capable of doing the things you ask for. This I know made him pick bushels more than he normally would in his youth." Krakas hoped that this would be enough to convince Rughoi of a compromise.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

Arak ran like a madman, putting as much distance as possible between him and the monster, but the length began to drag on him. How many miles has it been? One? One and a half? The Red Keep seemed much larger than it had minutes before, but it was still too far away. Occasionally, more men-creatures would rise out of the sea, forcing him to swerve to avoid them. Once, the tide seemed to rush in on him, and a slimy claw latched onto his boot. Panicking, Arak grabbed his buckler by its edge and brought it down upon it, letting free a resounding crack. The claw didn't bother him afterwards, and he picked up the full sprint he was maintaining.

Eventually, the city came into view. Various monsters beyond description clamored up and over the city walls, so much so that it seemed as if the stone was a living, wriggling mass. The gate was left open, barred only by a contingent of soldiers brandishing long spears.

"Let us in! Let us in!" Arak shouted, waving with his shield. There was a bit of confusion among the guards, but they recognized Lord Bran in time and parted to let the two of them in. Still, there was no respite within the city. Fire raged through the poor sectors, jumping from house to house and turning the thatching into a brilliant shade of red. The occasional monster would poke its head out from back alleys, only to be tackled by an armored warrior. Then, a loud cry of "Give 'em hells!" came from behind the pair, and Arak turned and saw to his dread a band of gruesome looking raiders, each armed with a wicked blade. Arak froze, and prepared for death. He had not the strength to fend off even one undisciplined brute. They charged in a horde, but out of nowhere a small troop of guards emerged from a side street and formed a wall against the attackers.

"Take me to the castle, so that we may both get a little rest," commanded Bran from his chair. Arak, however, let go of the handles and grabbed his buckler. "What are you doing?" called Bran. "Get back here!" Ignoring him, Arak approached one of the guards and tapped his shoulder.

"Could you let me in here?" he asked, gasping for air but not relenting. The guard shrugged, and stepped away from his compatriot, allowing for a hole that Arak would occupy. He stepped into the ranks and wielded his shield like a mace, bringing it down on heads, shoulders, and ribs. The pirates soon saw their folly and broke, running down the road and dispersing in the alleys. Arak stumbled where he stood and collapsed on the ground. He could do nothing but breathe.

The Simple Blood ( A Survival Horror Bloodborne Roleplay)

Karl was in a panic. Here he was, right in the middle of the street, on the night of the hunt. His family is safe at home, alas, but the incense is sharply limited and soon to run out unless he can navigate the mazelike streets back to his home. Why did he have to stay out tonight, of all nights? He vaguely remembered the evening. After a hard days work, the factory employees decided to celebrate the day with a drink, which Karl agreed to. One led to another, and the rest leading up to the present was a haze. He didn't know what made him snap out of the drink, but by then it was late in the night, and on the night of the hunt, too. Uneasily, Karl picked a side street that looked vaguely familiar and began walking in that direction. Maybe this would lead home?

The Simple Blood ( A Survival Horror Bloodborne Roleplay)

Can we start writing IC posts?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Krakas rubbed her head and sat down on her bed. It gave a reassuring flumph, but no amount of feathers and straw could lighten her decision. Could she really plot against and manipulate her own child? Her only child? Finally, after keeping Rama far too long, she just blinked and cupped her snout in her hands. "At one time, he was the most hardworking, obedient son any mother could ask for. I don't even know who he is anymore . . . I have prayed multiple times to the snake god Hetuis to eat this Kobold Emperor and spit my son Rughoi back out."