Avatar of Inuyasha
  • Last Seen: 1 yr ago
  • Old Guild Username: Suicidal
  • Joined: 12 yrs ago
  • Posts: 636 (0.14 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. Inuyasha 12 yrs ago

Status

Recent Statuses

6 yrs ago
Current Where did they move to?
6 yrs ago
Is it just me or did there used to be way more original RPs on this platform? Seems like nowadays everything is some fandom or pre-established universe RP
7 likes
8 yrs ago
I just want to let everyone know I am currently 17 and have been using this platform to RP for about 5 years now, so you may or may not have RPed with a 12 year old at one point and not even known it
4 likes
10 yrs ago
its 1 am and i havent started that 3 page calculus packet.... but these roleplays are so intriguing
8 likes
10 yrs ago
Who else is getting smashed by testing season?
6 likes

Bio

Most Recent Posts

OtomostheCrazy said
Oh, look. A strand of a glimpse from the land of reversed geniuses. I was wondering if they'd appear.


OtomostheCrazy said
Oh, look. A strand of a glimpse from the land of reversed geniuses. I was wondering if they'd appear.


Judging by your profile, you'd be perfect for this RP. :P luv it
Vulpes said
Interested.


Good.... this pleases me and my cannabilistic instincts
Welcome to the one and only Smile Asylum, home of the mentally, and magically, insane! We know that we will enjoy your stay here, and we hope you will too!



OOC


In the year 2016, a wonderful and magical discovery was made. A man named Pete McVries was checked into the looney bin (to be specific Abraham Stebben's Center for the Clinically Insane). The poor sod Pete had suffered a brutal plane crash. The plane crashed in the middle of nowhere, and when it crash landed everyone was either dead or bleeding out. Except ol' Pete McVries. He was alive and well, but there was a catch. He was stuck under a hulk scrap of metal that had once made up the skeleton of the air plane. He could not move, couldn't shift position, he was helplessly trapped. This also meant, he couldn't go get food or water. There was a food cart, filled to the brim with food and drink, just out of his reach. If he had arms just a few inches longer, he could have reached it. When help finally arrived, five days later, poor Pete was found insane with grief that he was just out of reach of the food cart. And that was that, he was put in an Asylum. Or so they thought. A couple days later, new of Pete popped again. Pete had the sudden ability of telekenises. The government kept this hush hush and swept it under the rug, but they did research it. Scientists said that ol Pete McVries had gotten this newfound ability because when he went insane, a certain DNA molecule snapped. But somehow that Molecule connected to a different DNA strand, and this gave him his newfound ability.

Fast forward to 2042. Insane people all over are being given these powers which have been coined, "magic," even though it's pure science. Insanes have developed an unwritten language in which they communicate to eachother with. Three large asylums have popped up to contain these "magically insane" people, as people were scared: what are insane people going to do with epic powers? These three asylums are: The Brookes Foundation Asylum, Smile Asylum, and Majikku Asylum. These asylums were respectively based in Dubai, India, San Francisco, California, and Tokyo, Japan. These asylums are not really asylums, but more of prisons, and they are well equipped to contain these prisoners. People wanted to just flat out kill all the insanes, which is what they are being called now (insanes), but congress passed the bill that said they were to contain them on the grounds that they were insane. These asylums have towering walls that are impossible to scale, and are five meters of pure cinder block to keep in the insanes. Snipers man four towers that are on the outside of the walls that look in on prisoners, and guards on the walls use M16s are looking at all times. No guards are inside the prison itself, as that would be rather dangerous, and everything is done by machine; serving food, cleaning and hygeine, etc. Video Cameras are everywhere, shielded by two layers of unbreakable and bullet-proof glass, and if tampered with will lead to your execution. Insanes have found ways to cover these cameras and get away with it, because if they don't see anyone do it, they can't punish anyone.

Now, our roleplay will take place in the Smile Asylum. Theres been talk among the insanes of rebellion, of breaking out of the prison. And once they're out? They'll do exactly what humanity feared: try to take over the world. Okay, to clear some things up: we insanes can understand each other through the language we have created. This will bypass some hiccups about how insane people can talk to eachother. Enter le CS:

Name: Firstname "Nickname, which you should probably have since it's kind of a prison" Last Name
Appearance: Anime\Cartoon\Drawing preferred, but real picture is okay as well. I don't really want descriptions.
Anything different from picture above?: Tattoos, Scars, Birthmarks, etc.
Magic Power: What power does your character posess? Is he a pyrokinetic? Can he control electricity? Nothing to OP, I will trust your judgement, but reserve the right to refuse a character if his power is overpowered.
How he/she became insane: How did your character become insane? This should have some correlation with your power, for instance, a pyromancer might have had his family burned down in a house.
Insanity Traits: What does insanity entail for your character? Does he have an alter ego? Does he have an obsession with a certain object? Things like that.
Country of origin: We all speak the self-made insane language, but where does your character come from? You can be as specific as city or as vague as country.
Backstory/History: Any specific events that have happened in your character's life? This doesn't have to be too long, just brief things about your character, and don't have to include how he became insane.
Personality: IC speaks louder than CSes, so just a couple of quick words are all we need.
How long has your character been in Smile Asylum?: Are you fresh meat, or have you been in the asylum since it all began?
Trinkets: Smile Asylum allows for your character to bring one trinket with them as long as it's not toxic or a weapon. What did your character bring, if anything? A locket, a chain, a picture?

v WIP down below v
Locations: These are notable locations in the Smile Asylum that are open to exploration.




Rules

  • General stuff: No godmodding, meta RPing, ghosting, all that jazz. It doesn't make sense for your character who's never used a gun, pick up a handheld pistol and snipe 5 professional guards, all headshots, from 2 miles away, without trouble. So, always think, does it make sense for my character to do this? Basic stuff, but still want to put it out there.

  • You can only have one character. I know strict, but I've had a few problems in the past with it. One character, bottom line.

  • When choosing your power keep in mind this. Firstly, making something out of nothing is a big no-no. You cannot conjure up some food out of nowhere The only time I could think of it being okay for your power to allow you to conjure something out of nothing is fire (exciting particles in the air), and ice.

  • These powers are forbidden: regeneration, mind controlling/mind reading, intangibility, teleportation, predicting the future, any power that gives you the ability to influence another character's deciscion, any kind of power that allow for you to make an ultramega powerful attack that can blast through five meters or more of pure cinderblock with ease, or any power that allows for you to block such an attack. This is an order to make it so our characters aren't OP assholes.
Leo stood before the lion, who had slung it's head back in a ferocious roar, it's golden, silky mane bristling. Leo could feel the sound waves hitting his body, the magic pulsing through his veins. His brain pulsed, his veins and capillaries pumped magic, and he could feel a rising, warm feeling blasting through his body, starting at his toes and spreading to the top of his head. He opened his eyes, done with his Siphon. He petted the lion, caressing the back of it's head and mane. "Thanks Deej," he said, Deej being the name he had given the mighty African lion. He stepped out of the carriage to see Azga saddling up his horse. He walked to him, the soggy blades of grass, still wet from the morning mildew, squashing under his feet.

"Azga!" he called to him. "You're going into town later aren't you? Let me come with you."

______________
Cette lutte - il meurt.


Pierre kept briskly walking across the damp grass. He gingerly touched his mangled eye, and the deep scar that ran like a river down the right side of his face, remembering the time when he had gone just a little too far on stage. Things always seemed to go a little too far for him. This time he was pushed just a little too far off the deep end. He drew the blade out of his pocket again a kept flicking it in his hand compulsively. That's when he saw the priest, who sat valiantly on his horse. The clergy were such scum, basking in their self-ushered age of glory and god, ignorant to their gluttony and avarice. But it was necessary to play the game of god to exact his sort of revenge. He could turn back now, alert the caravan members of this le saulaud priest. He would be praised. No. He was just going to be another face in the crowd. This was what he had to do. He locked eyes with the priest and approached him. He knew he was crossing a threshold, one he could not pass back over. As he came face to face with the man, he looked him over. He was a little plump, and he had a bald cap. Classic priest stuff. He could take on the priest, cut him down where he stood. He did not.

"Let's keep this strictly business you fils de pute. I have what you need - when to attack, where any certain person will be at a certain time, and the best entry points. Without my information your attack will fail. Miserably. I want money. Lots of it. I want a full church immunity. And most of all, I want to kill Azga."

______________
Cette vie et ces mensonges.
Okay, posted. I got us out of the lab, but if someone wants to get the double battle going they can do so.
Ted looked around as his fellow trainers recieved their starters. He was happy that he ended up with his Poochyena, as the Poochyena picked him. That had to mean something. Sure the dog was darned cute, but it's teeth looked pretty sharp and it looked as if it could really pack a bite. As that last kid got his Pokemon he grinned his lopsided grin at the Professor. The Professor cleared his throat suddenly, and began looking at each one of them.

"Well, I suppose that's all in order now," he began with a slight smile. "Turned out better than could be expected. You must be a great batch of trainers then! You remind me of a trainer I once knew... Oh but that's in the past. Anyways, I have a proposal for each of you. This is what may be considered a large burden for children to carry, but our results here when choosing pokemon were so great I feel I can ask this of you. Now, where did I put those..." he said, rummaging in a filing cabinet behind him. "Aha! Here they are! Top of the line, state of the art, Pokedexes!" he said, holding out 4 different red square devices with a LCD screen. "These'll record every Pokemon you see. It may not be much to you, but as a Professor this gets me valuable field data that I can otherwise not get. I will not force these on you, but it'd be greatly appreciated for you to take one of these," he said, smiling in reassurance. After everyone did he picked up his speech again, "And so your Pokemon Journey will begin. I think the most important thing for you to remember going forward here is, a sword is only as powerful as the weilder. You must have strength for your Pokemon to have strength. Remember that. Here, I'll escort you to the door."

Rowan ushered everyone out of his lab, and once again the gentle sunlight kissed Ted's face. He had crossed a threshold, one that couldn't be crossed over again. He had recieved a pokemon. Turning to the two newcomers he didn't know, he attempted to shake each of their hands. "Nice to meet you, the name's Ted. I don't think we've been formally introduced?"
Holy titties im sowwy guys
im using a internet key (its basically like a flash drive you stick in to the usb port and it gives you wifi) and it stopped working for the the past 2 days. I will advance the roleplay tomorrow, sorry for the trouble
The Rowan post is up! Had to control everyone's characters just a little bit, so I hope you don't mind.
Also, listen carefully. Your next post, depends on whoever wants to go first between Raddum, Ostarion, and Delta. We musn't botch this, so I want to set up an order for our posts just for this part so someone doesn't get ninja'd. You will be able to control Rowan for a brief period of time for the Pokemon to choose you. If any questions, just ask.
Ted nodded as if to say, Yeah, I made it alright!
Just when he thought everyone had arrived, another boy walked up. He had a weird name that he couldn't remember, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Just as he was about to introduce himself to the boy, that girl, Ava was it?, stormed into the lab. Ted's jaw dropped and he turned to Desmond in shock. One does not simply walk into Profesor Rowan's lab It goes without saying you should go into the Professor's Lab without permission! "Did she just...?" he said to Desmond, before going in after her to retrieve her. The gentle sunlight had been replaced with bright, screaming fluorescent lights. Around Ted intricate machinery spanned the walls, high-tech computers buzzed as they processed long strings of numbers, and bookcases sat, cluttered with scraps of papers, old books, and notepads filled with scrawls. Amidst all the clutter of the scientific lab, a certain machine stood out to Ted, almost like a shining beacon. It was the capsule in which the Pokemon were kept, and inside were 4 seperate PokeBalls. He heard the slow, creaking swing of the lab door and Desmond entered. He heard him gasp as he took in the machinery and intricateness of the lab. As he looked for that girl, he found she was already by the capsule. And next to her, Professor Rowan! Ted had heard of how scary the Professor could be, but also how he was one of the wisest men on the Earth. On the subject of Pokemon, at least. Rowan looked almost perfect for an old man -- his suit was without a wrinkle, his glasses sat perfectly straight, and his posture was perfectly straight. The only thing that seemed inexact was his beard. It was scraggly and maybe just a tad wild, a major contrast to the rest of Rowan. He heard the door swing again and the last boy who was outside had come in too.

"Well, this wasn't under the terms I would have hoped for us to meet, but I suppose this will have to work," said Rowan, giving a knowing look to the girl. "But I --" responded the girl, but Rowan shushed her. "Under normal circumstances I would most likely tell you the rudeness of busting into someone elses property uninvited, and what kind of mark that may leave on your image, but today is a very special day. And I've always believed we all do need a little reckless to succeed, if only just a little," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "Well, allow us to begin. You are all her because you want a pokemon, am I correct?" he asked. When it was nods all around he continued, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Today you will begin your journey. Some of you may be eager to get your pokemon, and you know all the calculatives necessary for battle. Perhaps so, but as the great Greek philosopher Aristotle once said, 'Educating the mind without educating the heart, is no education at all.' Treat your Pokemon not as tools, but as equals, as partners. Treat them with love and respect."
"In the past I have allowed for trainers to pick their starter pokemon, but today I will expirement with a new way to give out the selected pokemon at hand. The pokemon will choose who they will be partnering with. This way a Pokemon be naught stuck with a trainer they'd rather not have. Okay, I'm going to begin now. I wish you guys the best of luck, and remember, these pokemon chose YOU. That means you guys have a special bond."

Professor Rowan took a single Pokeball from the capsule. In a flash of light, out popped a mutt. For a second Ted was sure that Rowan had somehow accidentally captured a dog instead of a pokemon, but it dawned on him it was a Poochyena. The Pooch sniffed the air for a second, and trotted over to Ted and licked his hand.

"Well! That Poochyena is yours. They say you can tell a man's intentions by the demeanor of his clothes. Perhaps this Poochyena sensed a little of that," said Rowan, acknowledging Ted's fancyware. "Hey little guy," Ted said, petting the Poochyena, and then scratching it behind it's ears. He felt his bad feeling resurfacing again, but it was quickly drowned by his excitement and how cute the darn mutt was. "I've got a feeling we'll make a good team."
Hope slots arent closed cu damnnnnn sign me up
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet