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”Sister? Sister is that you?” Elia called. She’d been talking to a little frog, swimming alongside it as it hoped from lily pad to lily pad, when she’d heard singing. It was certainly a nymph song, and she knew not of any others in the area. Her first thought was that it had to be one of her sisters come to visit her. Hesitating, she’d slipped from the water, some clinging to her and forming into a shimmering, blue gown that flowed about her pale form while she stepped light footed over the moss and rocks. “Sister?” she said again, louder, as the singing came closer. Elia ran around a thick tree before halting. Frowning, she knelt down before a black box from whence the singing came and began studying it. “Hmm…” she murmured, before a sting came into the back of her arm and she became incredibly sleepy.
A soft groan escaped from her dry lips as Elia awoke with a pain shooting down her body, making her turn over so her face landed on dirty floor. Coughing, she sat up quickly and brushed her red strands of hair off her face, dark blue eyes darting quickly around her. She desperately backed up using her bare feet, trying to get away from whatever place she was in, but she just bumped into another body, laying unconscious on the floor, and causing her to yelp.
Standing, the nymph felt a bit woozy, holding her dress to herself and looking around her with frightened gaze. Her vision eventually landed on two men and woman who seemed to be conversing. Shivering, she wondered if she’d managed to get herself kidnapped again. It seemed so. And now she had to be present in front of so many others. She had no social skills for this.
”E-e-excuse me?” she said, moving a bit closer to the ones talking and wobbling just slightly, as the drug effects had yet to wear off 100%.
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Okie dokie :3
Voltus_Ventus said
Definatly.
Yay!
QT said
Interested. He he :P
Oh you ;)
Setting: The year is 2222, and the world is now condensed into one city. Located in what used to be the Midwest of the United States of America, the domed ‘utopia’ is secure. Within, artificial food is creating using 3D printers and labs to feed what is left of humanity. Most people get around on hoverbikes or hovercars, though many people still walk to get around as such tech is still expensive. One technology that has been made available to the common man is androids. To get a feel for the androids, here is a video to give you an idea of what we’re going for: video. Think futuristic society, advanced tech, but people in general are relatively the same personality wise.
Plot: The idea is to play people from within the city mainly, that begin to learn of the society outside the walls thanks to one who is called The Hacker (played by a GM). The Hacker has been transmitting messages secretly, exposing secrets, and trying to open peoples’ eyes for a couple years now. You can play someone within the city that is angry at the government or a company and is trying to get back at them for whatever reason. Someone who is working for a corporation or the government or police force, etc. and is completely loyal and will try and stop people from leaving. Someone from the outside who is surviving but barely, and finds The Hacker (note: we will probably accepts no more than 1 of these to start, and if other roles fill up then possibly 2). Or you could be what’s rumored to be a ‘feeling’ android (note: this is still a rarity, but becoming more common). An android who has ‘malfunctioned’ and begun to feel emotions. If an android is found out to feel emotions, it is destroyed. So the ones that can feel, often don’t reveal it. The idea is that eventually, a war will occur once those who wish to rebel gain enough traction to irk those who are loyal to the city for all it has done for people. We would ideally like all those with a grudge against the city, or those who wish to play out a grudge against the city during the RP, to find a way outside it creatively, and find The Hacker, or she will find you. Then a rebel force is created that could possibly stand a chance. Don’t let this dissuade you from creating a loyal member of society either though, as they honestly stand a better chance of winning anyway so it would make more sense for people to be on their side.
Anyone interested?
Plot: The idea is to play people from within the city mainly, that begin to learn of the society outside the walls thanks to one who is called The Hacker (played by a GM). The Hacker has been transmitting messages secretly, exposing secrets, and trying to open peoples’ eyes for a couple years now. You can play someone within the city that is angry at the government or a company and is trying to get back at them for whatever reason. Someone who is working for a corporation or the government or police force, etc. and is completely loyal and will try and stop people from leaving. Someone from the outside who is surviving but barely, and finds The Hacker (note: we will probably accepts no more than 1 of these to start, and if other roles fill up then possibly 2). Or you could be what’s rumored to be a ‘feeling’ android (note: this is still a rarity, but becoming more common). An android who has ‘malfunctioned’ and begun to feel emotions. If an android is found out to feel emotions, it is destroyed. So the ones that can feel, often don’t reveal it. The idea is that eventually, a war will occur once those who wish to rebel gain enough traction to irk those who are loyal to the city for all it has done for people. We would ideally like all those with a grudge against the city, or those who wish to play out a grudge against the city during the RP, to find a way outside it creatively, and find The Hacker, or she will find you. Then a rebel force is created that could possibly stand a chance. Don’t let this dissuade you from creating a loyal member of society either though, as they honestly stand a better chance of winning anyway so it would make more sense for people to be on their side.
Anyone interested?
Mira smirked a bit as the butler called her Miss Mira. She was usually only called that by someone 40 years older than her, and when she was in trouble. Oh well, she followed silently, but with her sunglasses hiding the expression of her eyes, a simple, haughty smirk on her lips while they walked to the castle. ”I woulda thought they’d send a carriage or fancy ass limo,” she said, not complaining but just thinking out loud. After all, the other three girls were deadly silent. It was annoying really.
When they reached the castle, Mira handed off her bag, heavy with a bottle of booze between her clothes, to Elena. ”Thanks, hon,” she smiled, rolling her shoulders as if to be glad to be rid of the weight. Mira then began looking around them at the interior of the castle, smiling and nodding in satisfaction. ”I always thought I belonged in a castle. Don’t I look like a princess to you?” she asked Lilly with a raised eyebrow, pausing for a legitimate response before laughing a bit and causing the shirt barely hanging on her shoulders to droop more. She readjusted herself and ran a hand through her tangled locks, yawning as they headed into the dining hall.
When they reached the castle, Mira handed off her bag, heavy with a bottle of booze between her clothes, to Elena. ”Thanks, hon,” she smiled, rolling her shoulders as if to be glad to be rid of the weight. Mira then began looking around them at the interior of the castle, smiling and nodding in satisfaction. ”I always thought I belonged in a castle. Don’t I look like a princess to you?” she asked Lilly with a raised eyebrow, pausing for a legitimate response before laughing a bit and causing the shirt barely hanging on her shoulders to droop more. She readjusted herself and ran a hand through her tangled locks, yawning as they headed into the dining hall.
Year: 4
Associated With: Jocks
Biography: Gwen grew up with a father who wasn’t exactly responsible. He did push her to constantly do things, but only to make him look good. He wanted to be the dad of the straight A student. The girl who made the most serves in a row on the volleyball team. The tallest girl on the basketball team. Of course she couldn’t live up to everything and he made her well aware of it when she didn’t. When she turned 12 he began offering her up as a babysitter to people he knew for her to earn money, so he could take it and buy booze. He was mentally and emotionally abusive throughout her teen years, though no one would ever know. To everyone else, she was perfect, great at every sport, and he was a proud dad. Now that it’s her final year of high school, she said she was taking the year off to do what she wanted, and do something for her finally. Because of it, her dad kicked her out. She doesn’t plan on telling anybody this, finding it a massive failure on her part that keeps her up every night. She, in turn, got to 'slack off' and only participate in the sports and activities she wanted, but her free time is now filled with doing odd jobs til she finds a steady part time one to pay her new apartment bills. She still keeps up appearance of being perfect, and if anyone found out she had a job, she’d say it was for extra cash, not because she needed it.
Why you need the job: Father kicked her out and now she has to pay for a place to live and food, etc.
Evelyn’s eyes were drawn to a familiar voice. She gave a disapproving look and a small, barely heard tsk of her lips to see Mitchell coming in through the window. Why the window of all things? Did he think he was in one of those 50 pence romance novels where the men always come in through the window? How silly. And inappropriate decorum. Especially in front of the new ones. She didn’t care if he’d been a bat. One transformed before the door, and then entered. Simple.
”We have guests, Mitchell…” Evelyn started, but was interrupted by Angel coming in the dining hall behind her, throwing out questions. Evelyn frowned heavily, only to look and see the other girl had come back as well. Could they not be left alone for a minute in the day? She was not a babysitter. Ah, and of course, William came back too. Evelyn eyes glanced to Viorica who began getting huffy that the fledglings knew not their place and were interrupting their meeting. Evelyn quite agreed, and retiring to her room like the elder vampiress honestly sounded like a pleasant idea.
With a sigh, Evelyn rubbed one of her temples and looked to see William seemingly asleep, thirst apparently finally sated. She sighed, clearing the emotion on her face. ”Yes well… just leave him there,” she said quietly. ”If you all would excuse me…” she whispered, though the tone was unbearably chilly as she took a glass of blood and left the dining hall once more, headed for her room. As he heels tapped the cold floor, echoing about her and off the walls, a small smile was returned to her face as she pictured her room. A fireplace, a good book, cuddled up in a nightgown with a quilt. Ah, if only there weren’t the distinct chance she’d be interrupted…
”We have guests, Mitchell…” Evelyn started, but was interrupted by Angel coming in the dining hall behind her, throwing out questions. Evelyn frowned heavily, only to look and see the other girl had come back as well. Could they not be left alone for a minute in the day? She was not a babysitter. Ah, and of course, William came back too. Evelyn eyes glanced to Viorica who began getting huffy that the fledglings knew not their place and were interrupting their meeting. Evelyn quite agreed, and retiring to her room like the elder vampiress honestly sounded like a pleasant idea.
With a sigh, Evelyn rubbed one of her temples and looked to see William seemingly asleep, thirst apparently finally sated. She sighed, clearing the emotion on her face. ”Yes well… just leave him there,” she said quietly. ”If you all would excuse me…” she whispered, though the tone was unbearably chilly as she took a glass of blood and left the dining hall once more, headed for her room. As he heels tapped the cold floor, echoing about her and off the walls, a small smile was returned to her face as she pictured her room. A fireplace, a good book, cuddled up in a nightgown with a quilt. Ah, if only there weren’t the distinct chance she’d be interrupted…
I think I'm just going to wait til they're in the castle before responding again.
I hope this is ok! I was rushing just a bit since I'm about to head to bed.
Name: Raina Jean Long
Age: 25 when frozen ; 226 years alive now
Ethnicity/Birth Place: Caucasian/Iowa, USA
Gender: Female
Personality: A good liar, known for being a skeptic, it was a bit of a ripple among the writing community when such a young and out there personality became a representative for the nation. She was known for believing most supernatural stories and conspiracy theories. Perhaps even considered a modern day hippie. In person though, she is smooth and charming, using little nuances in her expressions and lilts in her voice to convince someone of anything just about. Because of her voice in person and on paper, that’s what makes her more likable than her actual self, which is usually pretty selfish and conniving.
Biography: Raina was born in Farmington, Iowa. Her mother was a stay at home mom who often made and sold crafts or baked goods to the locals for extra income. Her father travelled around selling a certain brand of compound bow, a representative that went to hunting and fishing stores to introduce and sell product, getting them to carry the brand on their shelves. So he was hardly home. They lived in a small, 1920s style home, wood floors, large basement, and brick outside. From a young age Raina had night terrors, where she would scream and scream until she woke and then wouldn’t remember a thing. She also started seeing ghosts at the tender age of 3, watching them wander about her home. About the age of 7, she saw auras, or at least understood what they were. By someone’s aura, she could tell if they were a good person, if they were going to die soon, if they were angry or hurt. Her mother believed in her but was a bit frightened by it all, and encouraged her to keep such things to herself. And it was a good thing her father wasn’t around much, as he thought such things were demonic (a very religious man).
Once in school (Raina was homeschooled until the age of 9), she was noticed as a very bright child, who could often be found against the building at recess with a notebook, writing short stories or poetry. Her teachers were worried about her social interaction, but it seemed Raina picked up the specialties of manipulation in conversation from a young age. She made friends easily, but didn’t keep them very well at all. She would eventually use them in some form or fashion, and they would abandon her. She never seemed to care too much. She almost had too much self-confidence for a girl her age.
In high school, Raina became very much infatuated with conspiracy theories, ghost hunting, vegan living, GMOs, anti-vaccination, all sorts of things. She began to believe if society returned to communing with nature, all of their problems would unravel, as all their problems were caused by corruption of the natural state. She believed many such things, whether or not she had evidence for them. It made her stand out when everyone was trying to fit in. And when teens are most likely to be influenced by their peers instead of parents, she could be very convincing. She was quite popular by senior year, having a large group of friends. She’d learned how to keep friends over the years despite her more self-centered personality, and it came in handy. Many of the friends she made became connections in her future career of writing.
Raina attended a state university and graduated with honors after 4 years, publishing 2 poetry books, a collection of short stories, and having a novel in the works by the time she was 25. Considered one of the bright, young, leading minds of her time, she was one of the ones placed aboard the ships to be frozen. Because of her more holistic living, she’d avoided vaccination, and much communication with society in order to be infected in the first place. She left behind her mother and father, (no brothers or sisters, current lovers or children).
Old World Profession: Writer, poet laureate for the USA. Skilled in painting, drawing, writing fiction short stories, novels, speeches, and poetry. Named poet laureate not too long before being frozen. Knows many facts people might consider irrelevant or random when doing research for her various writings. Speaks English and French. Rather good at acting though she never pursued the profession.
Other: Can shoot a bow and fish thanks to her father, though will be out of practice upon waking.
Sample Post:
If I was a religious person I suppose I’d pray Raina thought to herself. Though she smiled her straight white smile and nodded as she was instructed along with the 99 others on what was happening and what would happen, her heart raced in her chest. She swallowed hard and the smile faded a bit, a clinking sound of her fingernails brushing the wall next to her bringing her out of focus. Her surprised eyes flashed to the manicured nails, hanging from fingers which were ever so slightly trembling. Raina’s smiled faded completely with a licking of her lips, one hand grasping the other and folding them stiffly in front of her. She looked at those around her, and luckily no one was watching her. She was normally a person to give a vote of confidence to others. One who everyone else looked to for that reassuring smile and cavalier brush of the hand that said everything would be fine and it was silly to worry. But this was not a moment for that.
Little puffs of air left her lips while she awaited the ‘freezing’ to begin. She didn’t trust this process… not one little bit, honestly. She half expected that it would kill them all. It was such a reckless plan anyway. Let’s freeze human beings and shoot them into space. That will work. She chewed her bottom lip to avoid rolling her eyes. If it hadn’t been the only alternative given to staying and suffering on Earth, she might have considered otherwise. Her theory was that by the time the 50 years was up, humanity would finally be killed off by nature, the Earth Mother taking back what belonged to her and rejuvenating the surface. Then those who were the survivors would return to a lush, green Earth awaiting them to start over the right way. The thought gave Raina enough reassurance to not panic as her breaths became more and more visible, the cold beginning to chill. She shivered violently once, her mind starting to panic as if she were dying and it was fighting it, before everything went dark. No thoughts crossed her mind. No glisten twinkled in her eye. Hibernation had begun.
Name: Raina Jean Long
Age: 25 when frozen ; 226 years alive now
Ethnicity/Birth Place: Caucasian/Iowa, USA
Gender: Female
Personality: A good liar, known for being a skeptic, it was a bit of a ripple among the writing community when such a young and out there personality became a representative for the nation. She was known for believing most supernatural stories and conspiracy theories. Perhaps even considered a modern day hippie. In person though, she is smooth and charming, using little nuances in her expressions and lilts in her voice to convince someone of anything just about. Because of her voice in person and on paper, that’s what makes her more likable than her actual self, which is usually pretty selfish and conniving.
Biography: Raina was born in Farmington, Iowa. Her mother was a stay at home mom who often made and sold crafts or baked goods to the locals for extra income. Her father travelled around selling a certain brand of compound bow, a representative that went to hunting and fishing stores to introduce and sell product, getting them to carry the brand on their shelves. So he was hardly home. They lived in a small, 1920s style home, wood floors, large basement, and brick outside. From a young age Raina had night terrors, where she would scream and scream until she woke and then wouldn’t remember a thing. She also started seeing ghosts at the tender age of 3, watching them wander about her home. About the age of 7, she saw auras, or at least understood what they were. By someone’s aura, she could tell if they were a good person, if they were going to die soon, if they were angry or hurt. Her mother believed in her but was a bit frightened by it all, and encouraged her to keep such things to herself. And it was a good thing her father wasn’t around much, as he thought such things were demonic (a very religious man).
Once in school (Raina was homeschooled until the age of 9), she was noticed as a very bright child, who could often be found against the building at recess with a notebook, writing short stories or poetry. Her teachers were worried about her social interaction, but it seemed Raina picked up the specialties of manipulation in conversation from a young age. She made friends easily, but didn’t keep them very well at all. She would eventually use them in some form or fashion, and they would abandon her. She never seemed to care too much. She almost had too much self-confidence for a girl her age.
In high school, Raina became very much infatuated with conspiracy theories, ghost hunting, vegan living, GMOs, anti-vaccination, all sorts of things. She began to believe if society returned to communing with nature, all of their problems would unravel, as all their problems were caused by corruption of the natural state. She believed many such things, whether or not she had evidence for them. It made her stand out when everyone was trying to fit in. And when teens are most likely to be influenced by their peers instead of parents, she could be very convincing. She was quite popular by senior year, having a large group of friends. She’d learned how to keep friends over the years despite her more self-centered personality, and it came in handy. Many of the friends she made became connections in her future career of writing.
Raina attended a state university and graduated with honors after 4 years, publishing 2 poetry books, a collection of short stories, and having a novel in the works by the time she was 25. Considered one of the bright, young, leading minds of her time, she was one of the ones placed aboard the ships to be frozen. Because of her more holistic living, she’d avoided vaccination, and much communication with society in order to be infected in the first place. She left behind her mother and father, (no brothers or sisters, current lovers or children).
Old World Profession: Writer, poet laureate for the USA. Skilled in painting, drawing, writing fiction short stories, novels, speeches, and poetry. Named poet laureate not too long before being frozen. Knows many facts people might consider irrelevant or random when doing research for her various writings. Speaks English and French. Rather good at acting though she never pursued the profession.
Other: Can shoot a bow and fish thanks to her father, though will be out of practice upon waking.
Sample Post:
If I was a religious person I suppose I’d pray Raina thought to herself. Though she smiled her straight white smile and nodded as she was instructed along with the 99 others on what was happening and what would happen, her heart raced in her chest. She swallowed hard and the smile faded a bit, a clinking sound of her fingernails brushing the wall next to her bringing her out of focus. Her surprised eyes flashed to the manicured nails, hanging from fingers which were ever so slightly trembling. Raina’s smiled faded completely with a licking of her lips, one hand grasping the other and folding them stiffly in front of her. She looked at those around her, and luckily no one was watching her. She was normally a person to give a vote of confidence to others. One who everyone else looked to for that reassuring smile and cavalier brush of the hand that said everything would be fine and it was silly to worry. But this was not a moment for that.
Little puffs of air left her lips while she awaited the ‘freezing’ to begin. She didn’t trust this process… not one little bit, honestly. She half expected that it would kill them all. It was such a reckless plan anyway. Let’s freeze human beings and shoot them into space. That will work. She chewed her bottom lip to avoid rolling her eyes. If it hadn’t been the only alternative given to staying and suffering on Earth, she might have considered otherwise. Her theory was that by the time the 50 years was up, humanity would finally be killed off by nature, the Earth Mother taking back what belonged to her and rejuvenating the surface. Then those who were the survivors would return to a lush, green Earth awaiting them to start over the right way. The thought gave Raina enough reassurance to not panic as her breaths became more and more visible, the cold beginning to chill. She shivered violently once, her mind starting to panic as if she were dying and it was fighting it, before everything went dark. No thoughts crossed her mind. No glisten twinkled in her eye. Hibernation had begun.
Awesome!
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