YoshiSkittlez

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

Pulling the ball-cap over her straightened auburn hair, Kallian shoved her hands into her vest jacket and kept her head down lest someone catch on to what she was up to. It was the fourth time this week that she had skipped out on school to go elsewhere, but it was the first time she was forced to do it alone. She had gone to school, briefly, to meet up with a group of her girlfriends but when it was discussed about leaving the school again, they all backed out.

"I have to cheerlead a game tonight; I have to be here..."

"There is a really important test in Biology..."

"I heard there is going to be a really good fight at lunch..."

The excuses just went on and on, resounding in her head as she walked away from the school in a now somewhat dejected mood. None of that shit was important anyway, what was that going to get any of them in life?

She reached the parking lot and slipped into her car, upon its ignition a heavy bass/metal beat erupted from her speakers. Just for the sense of subtlety, she turned it down and left the school and just started to drive. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't really care, just somewhere fun, somewhere she hadn't been before...

Ten minutes later she found exactly what she had been looking for. It was a rather plain looking building without even so much as a single neon light to draw in a customer, a place she had never heard of which only meant that she was bound to bump into people she had never before met. God knew that would be a nice change from all the drunk slum-bombs from all the guys that frequented at her brother's bar.

Kallian parked her expensive car carefully and grabbed her pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment and tossed it into her purse. She flung the hat into the backseat, now no longer needing to lay low, and used the rear-view mirror to touch up on her hair and makeup. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she got out of the car and headed towards the club with her purse slung over her shoulder tightly.

There were no security out by the double doors save for a single man that looked to be just standing there, and Kallian smiled. As she approached, she was immediately asked for her ID, which didn't at all come to a surprise to her. She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet, flashing a fake ID to the man that stated she had just turned 21. One of the college boys she usually ran around with was an expert in making fake identities, and many a bar she had been able to slip into with this one. When the 'door-man' tried to take a closer look, however, she quickly used her wit to detour his attention and asked about the glow-sticks that were on the table behind him.

It was pretty self-explanatory, but she allowed him to tell her about the colors and their representation anyway. She couldn't say that she was surprised when she learned about the blue glow sticks, but it did settle in her a bit differently than she had thought. A glow stick that let everyone know that someone was gay? That was a bit...extreme...

She walked into the doors past the 'door man' with confidence in her step, as if she owned the place and took a step inside of what she assumed was going to be a very low-key joint. She made her way over to the bar and took a seat on the stool, putting her purse up on the counter as she fiddled with the green bracelet she had grabbed while she walked in.

"Can I get a vodka surprise?" Kallian asked the bartender.

"Sorry toots, we don't sell alcohol here." Was the bartenders reply. Kallian nearly felt her jaw drop. What? No alcohol in a bar? Well, she could certainly see why she had never heard of this place then. So then what was the point of the man at the front checking ID's? She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Alright, you at least got coffee?" She tried. The bartender nodded once. "Kay, iced mocha please, double espresso." She pulled her wallet out of her purse once more and handed the bartender a platinum looking credit card to pay for her drink. It was at that moment that a single voice seemed to stick out over the small crowd.

“Okay, I came, I saw, and now I want to go home. Off we go, yeah?”

Kallian turned to look at the woman that the voice came from and easily gathered that she didn't know what this place was all about either and couldn't help but to laugh out lightly a bit as the bartender handed over her iced coffee.

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

I'll probably get something up tomorrow, or later tonight if I can't sleep and advanced Trigonometry homework doesn't kill me >.>

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

Name:
Kallian Renae Zelinsky

Nickname:
Kallie

Age:
17

Picture:


Outfits:
(See picture for outfit information)

Bio:
Kallian, (or Kallie as everyone and their mother seems to call her) grew up in the ‘higher-end’ of town with a very comfortable life. Her parents were ridiculously rich, and they were the kind that liked to show it off. In fact, they spent so much time away from home to spend their money that Kallian hardly ever saw them growing up and relied on her older brother (who is always gone since he just opened up his own night club), bodyguard and maid to help raise her. As a child it was hard for Kallian to get used to the fact that her parents didn't want to spend time with her, but as she grew older, the more she liked it since it gave her the freedom to do whatever she wanted.

What started out to be a straight-A student in school gradually declined and by the time she hit high school, she was barely scraping by to pass her classes. She wasn't stupid, she just stopped caring. Why should she apply herself in school anyway? She had all the money she could ever want, she would never have to work, so why did she need an education? The only reason she continued going to school was to hang out with her friends, but even then from time to time she and her small group would skip school to go hang out with the college boys.

Kallian could be what you would call the 'social belle' of any situation. She was the girl that every jock in the school wanted to take to prom. Unfortunately, she was also the girl that all the other girls sucked up to in order to mooch off of her money. But the harsh reality was that the guys only liked her because she was hot, and the girls only liked her because she had money. No one in high school even wanted to get to know her, and she pretended not to care.

In reality, when Kallian isn't at school or out shopping with her fake friends, she is usually in her room in the big empty house just watching the minutes tick by. Her life on the inside is nothing but a hollow shell of loneliness, and it was about time she started to do something about it.

Why did your character want to come to this bar?:
Kallian is so fed up with her ‘usual routine’ of a life that she wanted to try something different.

What color glow-stick will they wear:
Green Glow Stick

Writing sample:
From my current RP ‘Once Upon A Time…’ My ‘female’ writing style.

Writing Sample

Hidden underneath a hollowed out log in a small, empty trench a dark-haired girl stretched out her limbs as the first of the afternoon sun crept over the log and tickled at her nose. Brushing at her nose with her hand as if it were a paw, Red eventually climbed out of the small trench and rolled out onto the small open area of grass and stared up at the sky, watching the fluffy white clouds roll lazily by. Sure the moment could have been described as 'peaceful' or even 'beautiful' but nothing, in Red's opinion, could compare to that of the late night sky she had spent the previous night running under...as a wolf.

There was just something about the darkness of the sky and fullness of the moon that got Red's adrenaline pumping in the best of ways. She wondered often why she let herself turn back into a human most of the time anyway, especially now when her heart hurt the most.

Reaching into the ditch, Red pulled out her red cloak that had been bundled up and threw it on, pulling the hood up and over her head and began to aimlessly walk through the woods. It had been a few months now since Red had stayed in an actual home, and even longer than that since she had slept in her own home with her Granny. Ever since Snow White's passing, she just couldn't bring herself to being around people. She felt responsible, and with that, came the guilt.

Red had no idea how far she had wandered, distracted by her aimless thoughts, however the sound of a squealing bird caught her attention quickly and her keen eyes happened upon the scene of an arrow piercing the strange bird to a tree just moments before. With her dark eyes narrowing, she followed the projectile from where the arrow came and saw a man in the distance garbed in White, a 'cute' effort of matching his horse she supposed. She was seconds away from tearing off her cloak and letting her wolf form take over to nip at the beast’s legs as some sort of penance for killing such an innocent creature, but the shadows of the forest instead caught her attention.

At first she didn't even see the man standing in the center of where the shadows seemed to be coming from, even with her wolf eye-sight it took a bit of adjusting to find his outline. It didn't help that he was wearing all black either, but that’s when her sense of scent kicked in...something smelt...off about him.

"H-hello?" She called out to him tentatively, taking a few steps closer towards the strange man, no longer interested in the man in white who had just taken off on his horse.

♛ Yoshi's Stash ♛

Real Name
Richard "Dick" John Grayson

Code Name
Nightwing

Age
23

Height
5'10"

Weight
175 pounds

Date of birth
March 21st

Appearance

History
Born into a family of acrobats, "The Flying Grayson's" became quite a popular show in Gotham and the main event of the circus. During one such show, Bruce Wayne happened to be in the audience, having taken a Chase Meridian out on a date, however the date was over almost before it started as Two Face took up the mantle of the ring leader. He had installed a bomb within the tent, and the Grayson family did all that they could to stop it while Batman dealt with Two Face. The bomb was diffused, but not before the trapeze Richard's family was using to get the bomb out of the tent broke. From the top of the tent, Richard watched as his family fell to their deaths. Feeling responsible for Richard's family, Bruce offered to take in Richard as his ward, however the boy's curiosity landed him smack dab in the middle of the batcave. Not exactly having a choice in the matter, Bruce suddenly had a sidekick - Robin.

Richard and Bruce became near-inseparable, both in and out of costume. However as Richard grew older, his need for independence grew stronger, causing quite a few fights between him and Bruce. It didn't help that for a while, Richard had been deemed the leader of the Teen Titans, which made his want for independence stronger. Eventually, Richard had, had enough, and left Gotham to become his own hero, dropping the costume and the name Robin and called himself Nightwing. He became the protector of Blüdhaven, Gotham's economically troubled neighboring city.

There was a brief time when Richard was pulled back into Gotham after Batman had gone missing and Bruce Wayne was believed dead. Fulfilling his duty as a hero, Richard adorned the Batman cowl for a short while until Bruce came back, and then returned to Blüdhaven to continue his work. He still pops into Gotham every once in a while when he doesn't feel as though Bruce can protect the city on his own, and occasionally even tag-teams with the caped crusader.

Powers/Abilities
Through the years, Richard has almost reached Batman to a point and is believed literally and figuratively to be his successor. He is a world-class detective, second only to the likes of Batman. Having been trained by The Dark Knight himself, he was rigorously trained in everything from escapology to criminology, fencing, stealth, disguise, and numerous other combat/non-combat disciplines.

His earlier years as a prodigious natural athlete gave him peak human levels of agility and acrobatic skills, often-times being referred to as the greatest acrobat who has ever lived, even when compared to Batman. To this day, Richard is still the only person on Earth (on record) who can do a quadruple somersault.

Also thanks to Batman's training, Richard has the ability to instill fear into others. While not as efficient as Batman in this category, he still uses this ability effectively and can be quite an intimidating force.

As Nightwing, Richard is a master of dozens of martial arts disciplines, with an emphasis on Aikido and Escrima, taught to him by Batman. His preferred fighting style combines Escrima, Judo, Savate, Capoeira, Aikido, Boxing, Wing Chun, Hapkido, Jeet Kune Do, Taijiquan, Ninjutsu, and Bojitsu with his acrobatic abilities. He is considered on of the finest human combatants in unarmed combat, almost on par with Batman. He has fought and held his own or defeated some of the best fighters in the world, most notably Ra's Al Ghul, Deathstroke, Jason Todd, Shrike, Red Arrow/Arsenal, Azrael and even Batman himself. When armed, Richard has also been trained as an expert on almost all types of weaponry, but is not by any means the best. Though when it comes to marksmanship, Richard almost never misses his targets (9/10).

His training has made him a master at stealth, capable of easily breaching high security facilities without being detected. He has been compared to Batman many times in terms of stealth and has been stated to be on equal ground as the Dark Knight in this field, having even been able to sneak up on him successfully a few times. He has also been trained in hunting and tracking by Batman, also considered to be on Batman's level field. Also as good as Batman is his ability to disguise himself without detection.

Beginning immediately after Batman agreed to have Richard as a sidekick, on of the first things Batman taught Richard was how to escape, in turn making him a master escape artist. Though not as good as Batman, he is proficient enough, to be only second to Batman himself in this category.

It goes without saying that Richard is also in peak physical condition. He conditions his body regularly, giving him above average (Olympian) endurance, strength, reflexes, speed, agility and durability.

Just like Bruce, Richard is also multilingual in the languages of English, French, Chinese, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, German, Swahili, Mandarin, Contonese and somewhat decent in various other languages such as Romany and the alien language of Tamaran.

His time as a leader for the Teen Titans has also honed Richard into becoming an exceptionally skilled leader that only advanced through his involvement with the Outsiders and even the Justice League. Additionally, Richard's efforts to remain in contact with other heroes makes him a master at rallying, unifying, and inspiring the superhero community, a skill in which he has surpassed his mentor completely. Also unlike Bruce, Richard has looser tactical methods that relies more on intuition and timing, rather than meticulous preparation.

Other
Because of Two Face's involvement with the death of his family, Richard holds an almost unhealthy grudge against the man and will nearly stop at nothing to see (what he calls justice) revenge served. There have been a few times that Richard could have killed Two Face, but Batman was able to talk him out of it. At night, when it's quiet, Richard isn't sure whether or not he should thank Batman for interfering, or regrets not ending the man himself all those years ago.

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

Name:
Giddeon Sirus Zelinsky

Nickname:
Big Dog

Age:
27

Picture:


Outfits:
(See picture for outfit information)

Bio:
Giddeon was born the oldest in his very small family, only having one other sibling to ever have to rival with that didn’t come along until Giddeon was nearly ten years old. At that point in his life, Giddeon was a real ‘stud’ as he was involved in many sports through his high-end school, had all the ‘cool toys’ that other kids would beg to come over to play with and just had that ‘I rule the school’ type of personality. It also helped that his father was quite a big-shot name in the industry business, being very much like a modern-day ‘Donald Trump’ but to Giddeon, he was just dad; until Giddeon turned 18.

All of the parties, expensive cars and vacations, nice clothes and lack of responsibility immediately came to a halt when Giddeon’s father practically handed over his company to him. Giddeon, not knowing a thing about responsibility nor really caring about what his father did for a living, declined, immediately putting him on his father’s ‘bad side.’ At the same time, Giddeon’s parents seemed to be around less and less, which he particularly didn’t care about except for the fact that his eight-year-old-sister felt abandoned, and so he took it upon himself to practically raise her on his own.

Over the years, Giddeon slowly found his funds being cut off, forcing an abrupt stop to his minor league baseball career and at the age of 25 Giddeon didn’t have a cent to his name. Too prideful to go to his father for money, he decided on opening up his own business in something that he actually cared about; booze, sports and women. So naturally, he opened up a night club.

Now with his name slowly rising to fame once again, Giddeon has been spending less and less time with his sister which he is slowly starting to realize is taking a harsh toll on her. Ultimately he is trying to find a balance between his fame and fortune and being a good brother, however so far that isn’t turning out so well for him.

Why did your character want to come to this bar?:
Giddeon was out looking for his sister and got information about a bar she frequented.

What color glow-stick will they wear:
Yellow Glow Stick

Writing sample:
From my current RP ‘Once Upon A Time…’ My ‘male’ writing style.

sample

Had it already been an hour? Maybe two? He didn’t know. The only indication that time had passed was that the sun was sitting differently in the sky casting an all new feeling of shadows on the thicket. His tears had dried up long ago but his body had grown numb watching the very beauty that made him question everything he had ever done.

A twig snapped a hundred or so yards away and the Imp was quick to react. A small search party of three or so soldiers were closing in fast on Belle, two with their swords drawn and one with an arrow notched into a bow who took the lead. The bowman called out Belle’s name, having spotted her hiding place and the beauty took off in the run of her life, determined to not be found.

Rumpelstiltskin narrowed his eyes as he watched the three men pursue after his beauty, even after she had made it perfectly clear that she wanted to be left alone. Anger began to boil up in his deflated heart and with a snap of his fingers, the Imp was gone, only to materialize in front of the soldiers.

He gave them no time to react, nor did he speak a word. The bowman was sent flying into a tree by an unseen force, his back bending into the wood of the trunk tighter and tighter until the sound of bone snapping finally echoed through the trees and the body fell life-less to the forest floor.

By now the two other soldiers had their wits about them and began to charge The Dark One, however neither of them knew of the dangers they were facing until it was too late. With a puff of purple smoke surrounding the both of them, the soldiers were no longer and instead two small rats scurried over one another in fright.

Rumpelstiltskin bent down and picked one of the rats up by the tail and with an amused smirk, removed the tail from the rat sending the now tail-less creature plummeting to the ground, breaking it’s legs upon impact. He hovered his boot over the defenseless creature and sent it pummeling down, grinding hit boot side to side as he felt each and every bone of the tiny creature fracture. He only stopped to watch as the second rat squeaked and squealed and scampered away for his very life to an unknown place deep within the forest. With an unsettling giggle, Rumpelstiltskin pocketed the rat tail and disappeared in his puff of blood red smoke, now to appear where Belle had stopped for the moment though this time he took the hiding place of a high-up tree branch, still far enough away from her that she wouldn’t see.

“I’ll look after you Belle, I promise…”

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

Does the writing sample have to be something relating to this particular character? Or can it be from any current RP I'm in?

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

So this generally isn't my type of thing but...hell I'm interested and I have no idea why ^.^ Is there room for another female character?

Edit: I just realized that all there is here is female characters. I suppose I could come up with a male character instead for diversity purposes. Would there be rules against people coming into the bar who have already been drinking or on drugs? (Since they don't sell that kind of stuff in this place)

Once Upon a Time...

My flashbacks are filled with boring shit that is "important" to the story. I highly doubt you could write something more 'torturous' than mine lmao

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Also...here is the OOC thread, you can post CS's here and stuff ^.^

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/42646/posts/ooc

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

So I got a few takers (see roster below) but this is still open to new players!

Character Roster

Arger Wrath-Borne

Moon

Tani Mudi

Andrew Skarsgard

Hugh Manning

Isaac Moore

Notable Species

The Ebolorians

A race of aliens that have been running an intergalactic entertainment show for nigh on centuries where species from all over the universe are locked in a variety of contests and battles. The species are very large, powerful, and extremely witty. Their numbers are vast and they are the sole masters of the universe and you.

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The Rhevarians

The Rhevarians are an exceptionally rare race thought to have been eliminated many centuries ago. The only proof of their current existence is a single Rhevarian recently captured by the Ebolorians. History tells us the race of Rhevarians lived on a cold climate planet of ice, living underground in vast colonies and thrived as scholars, being the first race to make contact with other 'alien' races. As the Rhevarians are smart, their combat skills are severely lacking. For protection on their planet, they always relied on their devices or technology to do the fighting for them. They have no powers and are very awkward with weapons.

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Humans

Humans are another incredibly rare sight; at least, pure humans are. Considered one of the weakest races in the galaxy as far as mind and body go, the humans were disregarded as ‘trash’ though they seemed to be good at one thing…breeding. The female human was able to carry the child of almost any race, therefore bringing in a slew of entirely new alien races of Humanoids. There have been a handful of pure humans enslaved on the Home planet, though they never usually last very long.

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Humanoids

Humanoids vary from a being having six arms and twelve eyes to a being that looks like a regular human, but has other alien-like qualities. Humanoids are considered the new ‘trash’ of the galaxy as they are not pure blooded in their own race and have pure human blood in there somewhere. Humanoids are the most common of the alien species however, which is why it is rumored that the arena was built to help eliminate the inferior races.

*note, there are other alien races out there, you may use whatever you would like (if your CS is approved of course. We still want everything to fit well together)

The World

The Ebolorians use a former moon they hollowed out as a sort of a base for their mother ship that is simply called ‘Home Planet’ or ‘Home.’ The inside of the moon is home to thousands of biomes they can manipulate which they use as the arena to house their shows. In the very center a structure was made to hold the prisoners along with a center molten core that is controlled and used as an infinite power source.

There has been no up rise against the Ebolorian race, as the aliens have been able to continue to capture other aliens throughout the universe through government takeovers, taking prisoners of war or even simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some species however pay them off to broadcast this show to them which they get a lot of support from and in turn don’t get enslaved themselves, so the demand for entertainment seems to be in a higher regard than the freedom of the alien races.

Living Accommodations and Status

Although its considered illegal, murders of other players do occur and quite often outside the arena, sometimes people would get off easy with being jumped and only temporarily injured or possibly maimed. There is a surgical staff that will attend to those injured outside of the arena, though only half make it through surgery without an infection of some sort.

The lowest ranked are placed in cages and kept in a place known as the 'Underground' which is nothing more than a sewage system with cages of different sizes and shapes lining the ceiling and walls. More often than not a prisoner or two will manage to escape and break into the surface, although frowned upon this actually isn't illegal and underhanded tactics such as this to increase one's rank is encouraged. The overall goal of this city is to work from the Underground to the slums, building your rank and fame within the arena until you aspire to Class S which only has 3 spots. At this point you are able to contest one of the former S class for their spot or challenge all three for a chance at freedom.

Depending on how many fans you had scores your overall level, level and class are vastly different. Level places your approval rating within the audience which can help sway your Class or give you slight benefits during contests while Class is the rank in which the Order recognizes you at. Both can be improved by doing things the audience may remember such as brutal killings, tactical moves or something else that you can use to stand out. Some inmates choose to be very flashy, coming up with titles and fake stories for their characters while others simply view this as a living hell they're forced to live. After each match, the surviving contestants are put to sleep with a noxious gas before being collected and placed into the medical bay where expert technicians will help recover all they can and make sure the vitals are still strong. Contestants viewed as too weak to survive are placed back in the arena in a display of sacrifice, either to some unknown deity or simply for show.

Class C - Standard Prisoners, used to fill bulk in some competitions or simply placed as easy and more longer term matches particularly placed around gruesome deaths and savage-like weapons (ie. pieces of trash as bludgeoning weapons, rusted blades, throwing/sling based ranged technology. Most combatants are encouraged to use their hands. Most range between Level 100-85 with the lowest being a record level 79 who seems to choose living in the Underground claiming 'Down here they don't realize I exist.'

Class B - Slightly elevated, Prisoners here tend to live in either the Slums or a middle district. Some here aspire to become stars and this is the level which separates the men from the boys. More often than not the prisoners will be placed against unfair odds, this level holds the highest mortality rate simply because of the vast amounts of prisoners that attain this rank only to be put to death early on. Those from this level can range from 90 down to 45.

Class A - The 'Pro' level of competitions. These warriors are seen as something between stars and heroes, each have their own personalities and specialties which the Order takes into consideration when picking those of this level. Often those in Class A will be assigned team leader positions on large scale competitions or are regularly subject to brutal situations which focus more on the mental and physical stamina aspect of living instead of pure brutal combat. Unlike the former Classes, one must be at least level 25 to attain Class A.

Class S - The premium level of competition. Although they hold a special place in the eyes of the Order these figures are often kept as quiet as possible to keep a level of mysteriousness about them and to give them the element of surprise against anyone daring to challenge them. Those who've existed in the Prison for so long say this whole system is corrupt, the Class S are severely overpowered and mutated version of long forgotten inmates. Unlike other inmates the Class S hold their own Levels they share with no one which are 1 ,2 and 3 respectively.

Other Ideas

Before the competition there could be a wall or chest of just gear and you're allowed to pick 1-3 things and move on. Maybe as rewards for winning you get an extra item or first pick, maybe you get to pick your team or influence who you want on your team

The Games can range from one on one to the death battles, to team group battles of a hundred each that play a brutal game of ‘capture the flag.’

I also like the idea of there being loot in the arenas. Possibly some kind of pod that holds a single item or piece of an item, ammunition or something like that? Maybe the more the Order likes you or dislikes you, they could control what items you get?

I totally think that the supernatural should be implemented, because of course there are vast different races and species of prisoners out there, so to that I say the possibilities are endless. Personally I may give my character a secret or hidden ability that she discovers while being there, but I'm not quite sure yet.

There could be a 'police force' of guards/enforcers for the Prison that could snatch women off the street for the prince or simply for themselves, others may just enjoy publicly humiliating or beating the prisoners.

CS

Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance (Realistic drawings or pictures only please)
Gender:
Height:
Abilities:
Skills:
Rank:
Brief Bio/History (of both your character and race):
Affiliation (if any):