Cyndyr

Multi-Genre RP - Take a looksie :3

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No offense, but I don't think this is the type of Roleplay to involve the paranormal.

Comatose

Against my usual contrary belief of letting others guide the storyline, this RP does indeed have a storyline. Once I manage to motivate to finish my other two characters, I'll begin to introduce it.

Given the factors you all know so far, what would be your theories regarding the actual storyline?

Moonlight Sonata

darcinogen said
Good. I'm just glad something didn't go over my head! ^____^ Where's your character?

Not up yet. If you logged into Skype, you'd notice I only got twenty minutes of sleep yesterday and today I'm too addicted to Minecraft to ATTEMPT writing. Which is why I'll probably have it up by Friday.

Moonlight Sonata

darcinogen said
I only kind of named him after Elanor Lamb a little!(I liked Bioshock 2 okay)(I reaaaally hope that was what we were referring to)

I'd have no idea what else we'd be referring to.

Moonlight Sonata

Darcy, glad to see you made it.

Emerson Lamb . . . DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD SLIDE THAT PAST ME?

Accepted, though.

Comatose

Hey, nice character. Accepted and welcome to the cast.

Moonlight Sonata

Hey guys, sorry I haven't been around to work on this lately! School, family, and sleep issues have been getting in the way as of late.

So. . anyway. . good news is that you're all accepted!

The bad news is that we will probably have to postpone the start of this Roleplay until about Friday. Sorry for that and I thank you all for your patience.

Comatose

Ah, a faceclaim that I've also used before.

Accepted, welcome to the cast.

King Alaman's Reign

I admit, we can be puzzling at times. I find that Spring zodiacs are the most puzzling for me.

King Alaman's Reign

Skye drew a sharp gasp of air. She had her knees wrapped up in her arms and her head downward. Curled up against a tree, her quiet sobs came to a rest as a soft, warm lick touched the front of her right hand. She panned her head in a slight upwards position to see familiar black orbs looking down at her. Benvolio whimpered, pawing at the ground softly, putting his head on her shoulder. "Master, fare ye mal?"

The girl took a shaky breath, "I-I'm fine, Benny," that was a lie. How could a girl, only sixteen years old, being pursued by a presumed madman, nearly killing her family, be OKAY? She knew that it wasn't entirely Benvolio's fault -- entirely. It caused the girl to go soft on him far too often. "Just a little shaken up. I still haven't gotten used to the combat. . .", that was if, you could even consider a few lousy kicks and punches as "combat". The girl had no specialized training with weapons, no swords, lances, axes, bows. Nothing. All she had were some crude, hideous gauntlets that covered her fist and a slight majority of her forearm.

"Ah, Master. I offer my deepest sorrows," the dog wagged his tail, "But 'lest, you're alive! I should help ye up, we are burning the daylight, no? Come on then, let us go then, let us flee before someone finds us." The girl nodded in response.

He was right. They had to get going. And now. Before more soldiers would find them . . .