TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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You wake up to see a majestic domed roof of light grey stone. You're in a bed, a beautiful bed, wearing likewise beautiful clothes. As you climb out of it, you notice the deep impression your body has left on the bed. You can't even begin to imagine how long you slept on it.
Actually, you can't even begin to imagine anything about your past.
It occurs to you that you've forgotten everything. You know not your name, your origins, or even how you got into your present situation. Taking a look around the room you woke up in, you see a circular space. Your bed, illuminated by a hole in the roof, lies to the far end of a entrance to the world outside. Next to that entrance are a collection of weapons that one can only describe as refined and elegant.
With no other option you head out to the door to view the outside of the circular building. You see that you're on a small island with a brick stone path to a small boat roped to an equally small dock. Buildings of the same beautiful architecture as the one you're in tower out of the water, destroyed and ruined by some unknown force. It's both a majestic and somber sight to view. Having no idea where you are or what you're supposed to do you think for a minute...
"Hello."
You look around, but you see no one there. The voice, which sounds like that of a young woman, is literally coming from your head.
"Do not worry. My purpose is to help you, for you are both the last of Your Kind, and the only one who can save Their Kind. There is something out there seeking to harm you. We must act fast and swiftly. I have precious few moments left on this world. I must protect you."
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I won't fret about the world and stuff. You're not supposed to know it. How would you? You can't remember anything. And I can't hint at the story. The mystery's the fun part.
As for a CS, you need to simply give a detailed description of your character and their reaction to the voice. If I like it, you're accepted, and I'll make you a thread so you can make that nice quilt you always wanted to make. If I don't, I'll tell you why so you can fix it. I'm not looking for perfection, but I am looking for enough to properly imagine your character. Your character can be anything you want, as long it's not overpowered. No divine beings or ghosts or stuff.
The rules we don't need to go over. It's all the same, just no trolling or flaming or anything like that. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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Dang, several minutes into the ISRP and I just realized I forgot to mention something:
This takes place in a medieval fantasy setting. No jeans and T-shirts, please. |
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Z0rr0wJoin Date: 2008-07-06
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I'd like to join this, but every time I try to type up a character, I get vivid Vietnam-esque flashbacks of abandoned ISRPs. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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I don't blame you. I don't even know why I made this when usually a week or day after I get active again I go inactive. I guess you'll just have to see if I can go on longer. |
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(Marked.)
De jongen drinkt de melk. All you need to know is that "Jongen" means "Boy" and you've learned yourself some Dutch. |
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Z0rr0wJoin Date: 2008-07-06
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I don't think I'm willing to take that risk. I hope you find someone to join your RP though. |
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(Why not try a third ISRP? I've been rejected on the first and the second hasn't started.)
...I remembered my appearance slightly while I had been thinking. I had long, flowing blond hair that fell to my waist. I examined my hair to find that it was tied into a long braid. I then looked up to see a fair amount of space between the top of the doorway and my head. As for my eyes? I think they were... Green? I'm not too sure.
As I continued trying to remember my past, I looked down at my clothing. It was a soft, white garment that covered my slim body, and had a short skirt at the end. A very expensive-looking belt wrapped around my waist, and I also was wearing a pair of... Sandals? That's the word that can describe them. I also was wearing what seemed to be a pair of leather gauntlets. Huh. Why would I need those?
When the voice spoke, I looked around to try to find where the voice was coming from. I first checked behind me, because the last thing I wanted was someone sneaking up and surprising me. When I saw nobody around, I decided to just listen to the voice. When she had finished speaking, I contemplated what she said.
A few moments? "Their Kind"? Many questions flooded my mind at once, but I decided to start with the obvious. I tried using my voice to find it a bit raspy, but I could still talk. I then spoke to whoever was addressing me.
"...Who are you? And where am I?" |
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ugh i want to try this but i don't think i'll be very active so i wont |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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I got somewhere to be for almost a whole half day today, so I'm just gonna bump this and see what happens. |
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simsf1Join Date: 2009-12-27
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I hope you are still taking sign-ups. Just in case, I'll be submitting a character soon. |
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simsf1Join Date: 2009-12-27
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For whatever reason, the self-images of his own face flashed through his mind. Hooked nose, strong chin, wavy brown hair which framed a gaunt face and fell to his shoulders, green eyes, and sparsely placed freckles. The face clearly belonged to a youth, and one whose face showed anything but typical pre-adulthood disinterest. As the young man looked around, his tall and lanky form creating a long shadow behind him, his eyes soaked in everything, as if they found excitement at the very prospect of being alive.
This was perhaps the only identity the boy had. He could be no older than fourteen, and yet this amnesiac state he found himself in forced him to be somewhat existential. What he knew about himself, perhaps one thing that made him optimistic in this situation, was that he was filled with wonder. He found he was not alarmed by the vastness of the oceans around him, or the lack of any cohesive knowledge of his surroundings. He felt a thirst for adventure coming on, like a strange euphoria which he knew might cause great harm to him in the end if he let his confidence become arrogance.
The child, for that was what he was, turned his attention to the voice. A thousand questions rushed to his mind as he looked upward for whatever reason, but he first asked the one which seemed most imperative to know. “What’s my name?”
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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Hello! I'm back! Anyone else wanna join? |
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How long will you be accepting? I'm really tired right now and I don't want to write a character and get insta-rejected for terrible everything. |
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hey freddy wong here to say i'm donald trump
i want you to vote for me because i will make 'murica gret agan
i will blok the mexicanos
i will blok tacos
i will blok burritos
i will blok churros
i will blok mexico
i will blok mexican children
i will blok shawarma
i will blok u
life waz hard 4 me becus my father loaned me a small loan of one million dollars.
u don't kno hao hard life waz with only one mallon dollars
when i am voted 4 president
i will make several new rools like
all citizens must act like donald trump
all citizens must wear donald trump clothing
all citizens must hate mexicans
all citizens must wear donald trump hair
all citizens must have the word 'trump' in every insult
i wil not lie like benghazi n france like bobama and hilary clinton
if u don't vote me, i'll trump u bak 2 mexcio
press no, walk away |
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I've been really inactive, but I want to start becoming active again, and this seems to have potential.
I recoiled. Last of my kind? It sounded like it had weight, as in capital letters.
I made my way to the dock and sat down crosslegged, examining myself. I have eyes that seem to be pale blue in my reflection in the water, black hair bound in a braid to the middle of my back, and pale skin. Everything about me looks very washed out, except for my clothes. I wear a dark grey tunic with elaborate stitching on it, and the sleeves hit my elbows. When I had been standing, I'd noticed it fell to my fingertips. I also have on simple black breeches that seem to be too loose for me, they were probably someone else's. On my feet, I can feel thick socks of an indeterminate material, and I can see black-dyed leather boots that reach halfway up my calf. I see a pendant hanging around my neck, and when I look at it, it is a simple silver circle with a pair of crossed arrows carved out of the center. On my hands, I wear fingerless black leather gloves that go to my elbow, so none of my lower arm is showing, or the palm or backs of my hands.
My face, it seems, well, odd. I seem to be female, and am rather pretty. I look rebellious, with my mouth settling into an automatic smirk and my jaw tightening. I have a small nose, and would probably be considered rather attractive if my expression didn't look like I was so defiant. My face is rather clean, almost suspiciously so. I stand, and observe that I feel rather close to the ground, but I'm obviously very physically fit.
Still, the voice. Female, in my head, and she says I'm the last of my kind. Is this some elaborate trick on the amnesiac? What does she mean, my kind? And where in the world am I? Why can't I remember anything? |
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yoshiegg6Join Date: 2012-07-20
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(Since this is a fantasy rp can my hair be blue? If not it's just black.)
I notice the way the sea reflects the sky and decide to come closer to see what I look like. The fist thing that strikes me is my blue, wavy hair. My skin is not pale or dark but a bit of a mix. Bright green eyes stare back at me and I have a medium sized nose. I have a runners build, tall but thin. Suddenly a voice draws me out of my thoughts. I hear "Hello" and turn around, but no one is there. For a second I think I imagined it until I realize the voice was coming from inside my head.
""Do not worry. My purpose is to help you, for you are both the last of Your Kind, and the only one who can save Their Kind. There is something out there seeking to harm you. We must act fast and swiftly. I have precious few moments left on this world. I must protect you.""
I'm wary of trusting the voice considering the vulnerable state I'm in she seems like the only person who can help me. "Okay," I say out loud, "I'll do what I have to do. But first, who am I? And...who are you?"
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yoshiegg6Join Date: 2012-07-20
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Oh, I forgot clothes.
A black cloak hangs behind me covering a black (medieval mens) cloth with sleeves reaching his wrist and down a few inches below his waist, with black (medieval pants) reaching down above his ankles covered by brown boots at his feet, with a belt around his waist. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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@other person (I tried posting your but I think your name is hated by the filters or something.)
http://forum.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=183665624 |
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Tikobe, answer question plis |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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I'm sorry, I didn't see it! I'll always be accepting. Don't worry about it. |
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(why ya'll gotta be so good and amazing ;_;)
i'll b joining soon, maybe. probably tomorrow
*Sitting Alone In A Corner* [Diary Entry #932] Well Im Here, Last Man On Earth I Used The World Scaner No One's Here, No one to Talk To, No One To Go Outside With Me I Think This Is It For Me, Goodbye World. |
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