Evil Ghost Note

ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ - ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʀᴘ

@FantasyChic Why are all your characters Aryans?

ARYANS

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@Spud I'm really anal retentive about this stuff. Move him to the character tab.

ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ - ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʀᴘ

@Saarebas What is your character's ethnicity? I'm at a bit of a loss here, my guess is that he's Polynesian?

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

but please note that if you don't specify that you are speaking to Grit I will likely have an aneurism and not be able to figure out that you are talking about him.

@Maxx

... Ya'll know what to do.

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@Spud Only thing I have to ask is that you remove the brackets from the things around the stuff skills section.

@mskennedy615 Accepted.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

@Maxxu gay

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Hounded - Jungle Part 2 (A Love Song)

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Out of all the places Jasmine has gone - Germany, France, England, and eventually America - she sure as hell didn't expect to ever go to space.

Or, honestly, want to.

This Promise... Thankfully, Jasmine didn't have to be drugged to be sent up here. Because, unlike some of these other dirty ass rednecks, she has a spotless record. Only problem was coming up here... if she had to be honest with herself, she was more afraid than anything. Aside from the fear of everything going wrong, a part of Jasmine had a grave feeling that she'll never return to Earth. Hopefully, that'll never be the case, because Jasmine wants to feel natural dirt underneath her feet. Not artificial metal.

Jasmine just put her head back, and closed her eyes, as she tried to just push away those nasty thoughts. She chose only to relax. The station's going to be great. If not, she'll just find a way off it. Though, a part of her was wondering why they would use all this time and effort to build a space station for a bunch of superhumans. Unless they want to throw every damn one on that ship into the sun if things get too out of ha-

The ship began slowing down, and Jasmine was completely caught off guard. She loudly sweared in German as she was shot forward. Feeling a sudden wave sickness overcome her, whether it was from stopping, or just being in space... Honestly, didn't matter to Jasmine. Thankfully, that was the end of their little NASA trip, and the doors to the ship flew open, and everyone got out. Even her good-for-nothing little sister was having a better time than her. She was sitting here clenching her stomach like a damn pregnant women.

She was almost jealous.

Jasmine looked down at her white button-up shirt, and blue jeans, with red Nikes... Yeah, the last thing she wanted to do was throw up all over her damn self. She was glad she saw this coming and didn't dress all nice, but Goddamn the last thing she wanted to do was vomit. She's got a reputation and composure to live up to!

"... Just give me a minute." Jasmine groaned, her German accent being very thick.

It took a few moments for Jasmine to get up to her feet, holding onto her well-toned stomach very tightly. Thinking happy thoughts as she carried herself outside the ship, and immediately looked up to see a rather peculiar sight. A tall man wearing one of the gayest T-shirts (plastered with "The Promise," or whatever, she wasn't paying attention), but he had no Goddamn eyes. Jasmine saw past his sunglasses, and all she saw was a swirling light.

"Hey, there, welcome," The man said with a gruff accent, trying to hold back a smile. He immediately pointed towards the side, "The trashcan's right there, don't try holding it in." Was his advice.

Begrudgingly enough, Jasmine conceded, and took his advice while she had the chance. She quickly scampered over to it, because she was reaching her breaking point, and just let it all out. There were many disgusting sounds of Jasmine retching, and it just never ended.

Phoebe walked up, and laughed at Jasmine, "I can see that Jazzy's having a great time on the ship." She said, and if Jasmine wasn't incapacitated, she would strangle the ever loving shit out of her little sister.

"Yeah, I know," The man said with a smile.

"... Leon!"

A rather shrill yell came from the side, as a woman hopped into view. Phoebe didn't even have to give her a thorough look to tell that she is... inhuman. Well, the woman was Caucasian, and average heighted. Didn't really have a whole lot of curves to her, and wasn't "conventionally" attractive from Phoebe's perspective. Well, if you found the frog tongue that hung out of her mouth, almost going to her ankles, attractive, then, well, you should reevaluate some of your choices in life. The woman looked frog-like in appearance. Her hands and feet were webbed, and her eyes were abnormally large like a lizard - with her eyes being green. Her bestial features clashed well against her human ones.

"Did you tell her about the tradition?" The woman said.

"Oh yeah, the custom, it's a custom, Sonya." Leon said, trying to correct her.

"And you forget it every time you get a batcha' newbies, you dolt," Sonya playfully said, before turning to Phoebe. "Oh, hey, lass. I'm awfully surprised ya' managed to take your first few steps on ya' own. Most of the people are like big butt over there." Sonya playfully snickered as she pointed at Jasmine with her face in the trashcan.

Jasmine paused for a moment as if she was going to try to regain her composure to come up with a snappy comeback, only to put her face back in.

Which made Sonya laugh, as she sucked her tongue back into her mouth. "Anyways, love, name's Sonya Mayfield, Promise staff!" She extended her hand to Phoebe, who gladly took her hand... but winced when she felt Sonya's slime. "Oh, sorry lass, I forgot."

Phoebe stared at her hand for a moment. "Uuuugh, what is this?"

"That? It's my slime!" Sonya said, oddly delighted. "See, I'm a froggy, just don't ask me to ribbit."

"Oh, that's... cool." Phoebe said, before Leon presented her with napkins.

"She does that with everyone... name's Leon Vahan, by the way." Leon said. "And welcome to the Promise, like her, I'm staff here."

"Nice, I'm Phoebe Sarin," Phoebe said, before she pointed at Jasmine, "And that's my older sister, Jasmine... usually she's more in your face, but I don't think she was built for space travel."

"No one was, but here we are," Leon said. "On not just a space ship, but a full blown space city... I wonder what they were thinking about when they built this."

"How they can throw away taxpaper money?" Phoebe replied, electing a chuckle from Leon.

"Anyways, Lass," Sonya said. "Just sit tight for a second while we get things ready for you and Big Butt over there. You'll love it here."

Phoebe laughed, as she looked out the window into the expanse of space. All she could see was nothing... but, what one person called nothing, she calls unexplored territory.

"... I just know I will."

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@Spud yes

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

It still boggles my mind when people ask if there's still room... when there's a million signs that say "YES, YOU MORON. THERE IS."

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"Ｗｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｗａｎｔｅｄ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｔｉｍｅ．．．"

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Welcome to 🅸 🆁🅴🅼🅰🅸🅽, a horror RP I've been wanting to do for months now. Well, I tried my hand at it earlier, but interest pretty much faded away before it even had a chance to start, so I'm giving it another shot in the most wonderful time of the year; the holidays! With a different spin, of course. Now, the basic premise is that everyone is a group of friends that decided to meet together for the holidays at a ski resort provided by a friend... only for a freak blizzard to hit the bus they were using, and they have to take refuge at a hotel until it blows over... then everything goes wrong. A being of the night will appear. Whether supernatural, or mundane, the cast will fall one-by-one to this monstrous force... and anything can happen from there.

Whether the cast reaches salvation, or death, is up to the writers.

That's on the OOC. I've been wanting to get this horror RP in motion, but there's a distinct lack of people interested in it, or have not submitted sheets. So, I'm attempting to recruit some more people to it. Don't worry, nothing has started, or has been set in stone yet.

If you're interested, then head on over to...

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