Silverlight138

Cursed

It was two hours past noon, and Phoenix had already surged past her forties. Her bones felt heavier, her skin looser, and her clothes tighter. In another few more hours, she anticipated, her shrinking body would give her more room to breathe. Ah, the burden of old age. As they approached the seemingly dilapidated building, Phoenix questioned the structural integrity of the ramshackle, dirty thing. It wouldn't come as much of a surprise for her if the only thing that was keeping it aloof were the huge mass of clinging ivy dominating practically a whole front section of the mansion. Briskly, Phoenix skipped ahead of the others. Avrak was, at the moment, nowhere to be seen. The large double doors of the mansion loomed before her. She was now standing upon the front verandah, regarding with interest the musky odor which had wafted out the moment she had taken a step forward. One of the doors, she noticed, had been left slightly ajar. Ever so slightly ajar. With a tentative hand, she nudged it open and peered into the gloom. Uncertain, she looked back at Avrion and waited for his signal to go-ahead. Meanwhile, she summoned Avrak, who swiftly landed on her outstretched arm with a grumpy squawk. He had been lounging around on the roof of the mansion prior to the group's physical arrival. "We could use a little light," Phoenix grinned. Moments later, Avrak's crimson-red feathers started to glow, first casting light into the shadows as a muted flame, before building up into a bright, eerie brilliance. To those who didn't know better, the most accurate description of him would be that resembled a living, breathing furnace - with wings. Phoenix supposed that she could send him in there first to light the way for the group, but Avrak was her most precious weapon. So she waited.

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OKie dokie I finished my charrie sheet. (yay) Do tell me if there is anything that needs to be changed. EDIT: @WilsonTurner Hahaha, Halv's character isn't toooo old to be our characters' fathers :P EDIT EDIT: In fact, it's gonna be totally weird cus that would mean he became a dad at the age of 11 LOL

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Wahaha. The Student Council is having a blood donation drive, gais. Much subtle. Such hint. Very wow.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

It was in the middle of geography class, when a polite knock sounded on the door of Reiko's classroom. All heads turned. "Morning Ma'am. May we please see Reiko? Student council stuff," the boy at the door explained, offering one of his famous Student President smiles. He articulated 'student council' lavishly, rolling the words in his mouth. The silence that had blanketed the room upon Akiko's entrance was broken only by the sound of a lead breaking. It's owner had gritted her teeth, applying an ounce too much pressure on her mechanical pencil. Reiko was working on an essay. And she disliked being interrupted from her work while her train of thoughts were chugging at full speed - especially not by student council members off on their errands with their heads held high, thoughts of self-importance clogging their pea-brained skulls. Their activities never failed to impress Reiko - for their sheer stupidity, that is. "Here," Reiko announced and stood, excusing herself from class. What was it this time? A charity drive? Sports event? Another one of their fantastic, miserable attempts at cultivating 'school spirit'? Outside, Akiko, along with a congregation of inbred mutants were waiting for her. The faces beamed. "What is it?" Reiko asked, eyeing the colorful pamphlets they were clutching in their hands. "Well!" Akiko begin proudly. "The year 4 Student Councillors have organized a blood donation drive, so we need people to help distribute the information booklets. Like, y'know! The time, date, place and stuff." Akiko seemed majorly pleased with himself. Reiko, on the other hand, was scarcely impressed. "Okay, right." Reiko drew a pamphlet from a pile held by one of the girls. She held it up, scrutinizing the document with furrowed brows. "This is wrong," she announced immediately, gesturing to the introductory paragraph. "It's not 'me and the Student Council'. It should be 'the Student Council and I." Reiko returned the pamphlet. "Ah!" Akiko turned slightly red. "Right! I must have missed that out - accidentally of course. It was quite late into the night when I drafted that." He shrugged. "So, you'll help distribute these, right?" "You're not going to change it?" "Nahh, we've already gotten them printed." "Up to you." Reiko motioned for a pile to be handed to her. "Great!" Akiko exclaimed gleefully. Obnoxious potatos, was all Reiko thought, before she proceeded to make her rounds. ----------------------------- It had taken her approximately fifteen minutes to complete the distribution of the pamphlets to the year 3 classes. Her geography class had already ended, and since the next class would be PE, she failed to see why she should be hurrying back. Instead, Reiko took a leisurely walk towards a dark, empty classroom situated at the furthest end of the hallway, with the motive of stealthily discarding her leftover flyers. No doubt, Akiko would raise up a storm if he found out that his precious work had been unceremoniously deposited, left to rot in trash cans. As it turned out, the empty classroom was not, well, empty. Reiko had taken a step into the room only to realize that Kenny was there, seemingly having the time of his life.

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There, there. XD Just to clarify, this world is completely open for us to 'generate', correct? So I can freely come up with world-building stuff, introduce new terms, etc, as long as its logical and such?

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HAHA that's hilarious. Also, to prevent and all-out sausage fest, I'm going to play a female character.

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Name: Krea Estrielle Title/Nickname: Phoenix, after her auburn hair. Age: 26 Gender: Female Race: Hoooman. Profession: Fighter. Former-gladiator. Equipment: The spear as shown in the picture, as well as a handy-dandy light dagger she hangs on her belt for emergencies (her skill with it is questionable). Background Kidnapped and sold as a slave to a noble at the age of 10, Krea had been promptly deposited in one too many gladiator rings after a brief three years of training imposed on her by her master. While (obviously) not dead yet, Krea decided that she had enough after seven years of grueling, bloody battles and barely scraping through them alive. Besides, she was certain that her greedy master had reaped enough profits from all her wins. But most importantly? After years of experience, handling various sorts of weapons and augmenting her battle wits and reflexes, she was more than ready to make a break for it. Which she did, and succeeded. Krea had been wandering around alone ever since, until she bumped into an odd wizard by the name of Valon Almecci, taking a liking for his peculiar little creature. They have been travelling together ever since - mostly Krea persistently following him around out of boredom, finding him an amusing companion. She relishes watching Valon's fantastic spell failures when they occur, making it a point to remind him about them every now and then. Strengths - Krea has impressive strength for a female, and great stamina. A result of her past experiences. - Able to wield several weapon types - spears, swords, polearms. - Hosts quick battle reflexes and wits, a skill sharpened and honed over time. Weaknesses - Regarding bullet point two under 'strengths': jack of all trades and master of none applies here. Having to switch between different weapon types as dictated by circumstances in the gladiator rings did not allow for perfection in any one of them. - Clueless about close-ranged or hand-to-hand combat, since her combat style revolves around keeping her opponent at a comfortable distance, using weapon techniques to defeat stronger, male opponents who would otherwise overpower her in an unarmed duel. Take away her weapons, and she'll be krea-ing. (Ahem pun intended). - She can't swim. Other:

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My apologies, my timezone sucks so while Halv was probably awake (4 hours ago), I was still having my beauty sleep. I've already responded to Halv's PM, saying that I'll get a CS up today, latest tmr. ^_^

Cursed

No worries, we gotta help with the creative input and all that too :) I'll be having a post up soon, after a game of DOTA.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

"Vehicle - I doubt a random Mercedes-Benz car will be parked outside of a public High school, just be realistic. -" ^from the OOC Not unless if its Reiko's chauffeur come to pick her up from school LOLOL #randomthoughts. Also, for all you people with physeeeekaaally-skilled charries, you can always use the smarties people as bait, since zombies are always after the brains. Ha-ha, geddit.