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You're still a teenager, but during your life, you died. Some got in a car crash, some got too ill. Everyone has a different story. Your parents are no longer able to see you, nor hear you, so it wouldn't be a good idea to still live in your normal house. You found an old house with a pool outback and tons of bedrooms. The house looks completely new on the inside, full of modern furniture and a working TV with cable. There's many things in the house, so you decide to live there. You still look human, like your old self before you died, but not many people can see you. Only other ghosts and "certain" people can see you in human form. Only ghosts can see you when your translewsant. You can walk through walls in both forms, or basically any solid object. You can fly, but not really high like above the clouds. You can float when you're translewsant too.
Short version: You're a ghost who lives in a cool house and not many people can see you.
Rules:
No godmodding
No ubering
I have to accept you
Use grammar
No vampires, werewolves or what-not.
Character Sheet:
Name:
A.ge: (You stay this age, because your a ghost.)
G.ender:
Human or ghost: (I will tell you if you can see ghosts if your a human when I accept you.)
Appearance: (You will look like this when your translewsent, but your clothes will also be translewsent.)
Bio: (Optional)
Ghost color: (If you're blue, your whole body, including clothes will be blue when your translewsent.)
My character sheet
Name: Mark Lynnwood
A.ge: 16
G.ender: Male
Human or ghost: Ghost
Appearance: Short red hair, black t-shirt, jeans, black sneakers
Bio: I died due to a rare disease, I can't remember the name, but I was in the hospital for 3 weeks until the doctors found me asleep in the hospital bed...But I was really dead...
Ghost color: Green |
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Like all my other threads, it dies.
Again. |
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(You spelled translucent incorrectly. :D. By the way, why is there a working TV in an old house, and a pool?)
Name: Seamus Johnson
A.ge: 14
G.ender: Male
Human or ghost: Human
Appearance: Pretty much an Emo kid. He wears a dark T-Shirt with a white skull on it, he has black jeans with all "emo" assortments. His hair is black and scruffly, but he weas no makeup.
Bio: His parents hate him and his life SUCKS... (But in real life I'm not like this).
Ghost color: Not a ghost.
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(Because the house was moved into, but then the owners died. They weren't ghosts because they were OLD. No one cared for them, so they're furniture stayed and there's over 500 bills in the mailbox. Also, accepted. You can see teh ghosts. Let's start.) |
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Name: Fox... he doesnt remember what his last name was
A.ge: 13
G.ender: Male
Human or ghost: Ghost
Appearance: Same as Robloxian
Bio: Died on 13th birthday, which was supposed to be best day of his life. Can hardly remember past life... except one thing, a girl named Sally, his gf. And he wants her back.
Ghost color: Pale White |
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(Am I accepted? Is it too late?) |
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(Accepted, but your character won't really have a gun, right? Because nu guns allowed.)
I skateboard around town while some people look at the skateboard rolling by itself. Kids sometimes take it and I fall over. I would take it back and I would continue skating. All in my afterlife. |
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(Yay)
Seamus: I walked with a slumped back down the street on the morning of a Saturday. That means no school, in which case really sucked. I couldn't see my friends, which were the only thing that brought joy to my life. I keep walking down the street with my head down, until something catches my attention: a large house that looked a bit old, and not to mention creepy.
"Well," I thought to myself, "This might be fun."
I walk up the pathway to the house and look up at the sprawling thing. It was an amazing house, so I decided to go in. I open the front doo r and what met my eyes was a staircase in the middle of the room, that lead up to more stairs that spiraled up on the sides of the walls all the way to the top. To my left and right, were more doors. I decided to go upstairs on the second floor. |
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Looks out window, sighs. Sits on bed. "It was supposed to be the best day of my life..." I sobbed, and balled my hands into fists. |
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Hears door open, raises eyebrow.
[Imah firing mah Floodcheck Deleter/1] |
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(Nice one, Krazy. Scary with the "GF" and all.) |
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Nobody entered this house since... a long time... I got up out of the bed to check it out. |
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I walked down the hallway. I could sence a mortal... |
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Sits back on bed, and starts crying again. What help would "it" be? |
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Seamus: As I head up the steps, I look down at the hall where the beginning steps were. It reminded me of that old game Resident Evil. There wre more dorrs on the wall behind me, so I too the one on the most left, until I aslmost stepped on something, (I most certainly would have, if I had not been looking down all the time). It was a picture, but ruined and cracked. I carefully avoided it and went into the doorway, head looking up.
I enter the room, and lit looked like a sort of bar with some bookshelves (filled with books, of course). I looked at the one picture on the dining table in the room and saw a just-married couple. It reminded me of my GF, SALLY. (Dun dun duuuuun!) I ran back out of the room. |
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I hear "it" running away from something. What exactely could "it" be scared of? I went to check it out. |
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I continue skateboarding. I go back home, because I could feel drizzles of rain coming down. I pick up the skateboard and go inside as I hear thunder crackle. I start walking upstairs, but on the second step, I see a mortal. "Dang!" I whisper to myself. I hide behind the side of the stair and gently put down my skateboard. I watch the mortal. |
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I drifted to follow it when I found a photo on the floor. It was of a married couple. It reminded me of something... I decided to look at it later. |
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Could hear Mark coming home. |
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I looked out the window. Mark appeared to be hiding from "it". "It" couldnt see him, why was he hiding? |
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Seamus: I quickly decende the steps and looked to my right. There were double doors, so I walked over and tried them out, revealing a sprawling room with a very large dining table, along with chairs on either side. The room was absolutely silent, besides the constant ticking of a grandfathar clock. On the far side of the long room, there was a fireplace with a shield mantled over it. But why was the fireplace still lit? That's odd. I made my way down over to it and look at the wall. There was blood on the floor, though I couldn't tell whose it was. There was another door to my right, so careful not to get lost, I went in. |
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I followed "it". Mark was worried about "it" obviously, but why? |
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There was something wierd about "it". He was... braver than the rest. |
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I turned into my translucent form and followed the mortal. |
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While following "it", I saw the backyard... the place were my party was. I spit in its direction, a tear on my cheeck, and kept following "it". I knew "it" couldsnt see me, but for some reason, I hid... |
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