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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 12, 2009 21:39:28 GMT -5
sorry for cheesy title, but it had to be done. basically, whatever you're spirit weeking, RP. got that? good. I, cthulhu, will just watch, cause I have no bother Roleplaying such mere mortals. now if you'll excuse me, I'll be having some brains.  |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2009 1:54:27 GMT -5
((Teehee. :3)) God of Light/sun, music, prophecy and healing. One of the twelve Olympian Gods and twin brother of Artemis, Goddess of the moon and hunting.
From the top of his head, Apollo's golden hair curls and waves around his strongly featured face. Dark golden eyes give the impression that the Sun God can see right through you and, being also the God of prophecy, in many ways he can. His tall stature and muscled build is clothed in the classical Greek tunic of purest white and edged with blazing golden threads to form a cross-hatch pattern.
His long muscular arms bear a harp and a bow, both gilded in the purest of holy gold plating. The quiver of darkly fletched arrows that lays across his broad back is of a dark hardwood, also used to create the shafts of his holy arrows.
Apollo's knee-length tunic gives way to his thick legs and golden laced sandals.
He is calm and collected, kind and good to those who are loyal to him and serve him well, but he can be very spiteful of those whom he dislikes. He does not have the power to bestow sickness, but he can choose to withhold the cure should his enemies fall sick, and he is not averse to striking down mortals with his divine arrows.
His temper is always held back except in the most extreme of situations. Normally he will work in subtle ways to bring his enemies down. He is not particularly loyal, nor does he have much sense of good and evil, but he is essentially good natured and easy-going, even if he always seems to be distracted. |
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Post by Elcie on Jul 13, 2009 5:42:13 GMT -5
Probably won't actually join in until I have one of my later characters, but.  The fabric of reality is breaking down. The space between dimensions has been expanding, tearing portals into a myriad of worlds. The gods go to investigate, while mortals begin to slip through the portals into this new alternate dimension and try to figure out what's going on. If they don't stop the expansion, all the worlds will be destroyed... For roleplaying - gods probably know what's going on, mortals probably don't, and for Heroes and Villains... Villains could either be part of whatever conspiracy is creating this other dimension, or haplessly sucked in against their will. Funtimes. |
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Jul 15, 2009 18:02:49 GMT -5
*pwns you all with my epicness*
((Just kidding. XD Sorry guys, it was too tempting.))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2009 18:53:36 GMT -5
What I'm spirit weeking as:
In Norse mythology, Huginn and Muninn travel the world bearing news and information they have collected to Odin. Huginn is "thought" and Muninn is "memory". They are sent out at dawn to gather information and return in the evening. They perch on the god's shoulders and whisper the news into his ears. It is from these ravens that the kenning 'raven-god' for Odin is derived.
*lurks until rp starts*
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Post by Aizar on Jul 15, 2009 21:02:21 GMT -5
((Aries, zodiac sign of fire, spring, energy, leadership, stubborn-ness, and some other things. Depicted as a ram. And starting the RPs because I am bored.))
Aries, a fire-orange ram, runs through the woods, kicking up his heels and ramming headlong into tree trunks for no other reason but the fun of it. Summer flowers are in full bloom, and large green leaves occassionaly drift down onto the ram's head, from the force of his horns against the bark.
He stops suddenly on a little rise, perking up. Something was walking through the woods ahead, something he had not encountered before...
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Post by Omni on Jul 27, 2009 18:27:35 GMT -5
((Since the first four themes weren't that easy to RP, I suggest we RP this theme even after Spirit Weeks is over. What say you?))
Somewhere in a large building, sitting in front of a computer, was a female robot with a headset. She typed away, looking at various numbers and graphs, as well as a map. This was all routine to her, and she moved fluidly from one thing to the next. Suddenly, she paused, pressed a few buttons, and gave the screen a look. She lifted a hand to her right earpiece.
"X, Zero, Axl, I'm picking up a strange reading in sector 2391."
She received three simultaneous responses, all asking if it was a Maverick.
"I'm not sure... but it's pretty strong. I'd like you to take a look."
"Roger. I'm on my way," was X's response.
Zero's response was similar. "I'm on my way."
Axl told her "No problem!"
She turned back to the computer. Before long, she had a real-time view and information feed of the area. As the three warped in, she also kept an eye out for anything suspicious.
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Post by PFA on Jul 28, 2009 8:21:55 GMT -5
((Not really sure what we're doing yet, but I might as well at least post some kind of profile thing XD))   Red Fire is part of a foursome of magical girls called the Niji Chikara. Red herself is the leader, with the ability to shoot fire (predictably enough) from her wand. She--as well as the other three Niji Chikara--can also fly. When not transformed into Red Fire, she is a highschool sophomore known as Chishiki Natsu. She is known for being the studious type, not all that social and always trying to do her homework on time. |
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Post by Elcie on Jul 28, 2009 8:53:21 GMT -5
((okay, I shall profile! do you guys wanna do my plot idea or something else?)) The infamous boss of Team Galactic. Cyrus believes that the world is incomplete and imperfect, and wants to remake the universe as he sees fit. Many of his subordinates are not completely sure of what his goals are, but they all idolize him. For someone who disregards emotion as weak and imperfect, he is strangely charismatic to his followers. In order to remake the universe, Cyrus wants to harness the power of the space/time Pokemon, Dialga and Palkia. Still, there may yet be other, stranger forces that will resist him... Cyrus's Pokemon are Honchkrow, Gyarados, Weavile, Houndoom, and Crobat. Picture here! |
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Post by PFA on Jul 29, 2009 13:19:29 GMT -5
((okay, I shall profile! do you guys wanna do my plot idea or something else?)) ((Well, since no other plot ideas have popped up, I'm assuming so. XD At any rate, I'm fine with it.)) |
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Post by Omni on Jul 29, 2009 16:47:24 GMT -5
((No objections here, either.
So is anyone else going to make an RP post?))
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Post by Aizar on Jul 29, 2009 20:20:02 GMT -5
Fizban is an eccentric old wizard from the Dragonlance series. Actually, he's the human form of the honorable god Paladine, but next to no one knows that, and he is certainly good at fooling people!
Fizban is forever making mistakes with his spells, and it's hard to decide whether these are just strange god humor or sincere accidents. "And then, Dester, we will be back home! How about that, eh? Eh? You thought this old man couldn't do any magic, eh!" The tree whom the old wizard was speaking to did not move or otherwise seem to acknowledge his presence. Fizban shook his stick at it angrily. "What was that? Well I never...stand up straight when I'm talking to you, sheesh! Darn oaks, think they know everything..." Fizban turned away from the tree (it's leaves rustled in what might have been laughter, or maybe just a breeze), and began to cast his spell. ....a few moments later Fizban found himself hanging upside down from a modern-day lamppost. "What the..hey! Dester! Let me DOWN! Bad tree! See if I ever water you again!" Fizban began thrashing wildly at the metal lamppost with his staff, mostly succeeding in getting himself further tangled. "This is most peculiar place. I don't recall my home being quite so stuffy....hey down there! I'm stuck! This tree is trying to kidnap me! Give me a hand!" The cars below began to slow down at the sight of the old man in his star-speckled wizard's robe hanging by his ankles. Somewhere a siren wailed, and a police car stopped underneath the lamp. "Hi! ...hi! Can you get me down? This tree--oh no, my hat!" At that moment, Fizban's battered pointed hat drifted down from his head, landing on the policeman who was getting out of the car. "Darn it, Dester! This is all your fault!" |
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