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Post by My email doesn't work anymore on Feb 14, 2006 17:44:58 GMT -5
((Welcome to the most hackneyed rp in the universe! =D Create characters that have the most overused personalities and quests! Make satirical references to other well-known plots! Enjoy!)) Name: El'lisarra Background: A fairy elven princess born under the sign of the pink rose. Kind and gentle to all creatures with a secret desire for young 12-year-old peasant boys who sudden decide they must get strong and save a kingdom. Kidnapped by the Evil Lord Thragnadark at the age of 9 she has been trapped in his evil secret hidden lair for many years Appearance: Fair skinned, short, long shimmery pink hair, and eyes that sparkle when there's not really any light source around ***** El'lisarra sat at the window of the highest tower of the lair. With sad eyes she gazed over the landscape surrounding the edifice's radius. All of it seemed to be dead, dark and gloomy and constantly stormy. Despite the fact just about a hundred yards away everything was lush, green and full of fluffy white bunny rabbits. She could almost see her homeland of Terriwind in the distance with it's glittering forrests and giant happy mushrooms. How El'lisarra longed to return and frolic once again with her people and many furry woodland creature friends... |
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Post by Fj0rd on Feb 14, 2006 19:14:38 GMT -5
Name: Moon Nightwing Shadow Raven
Background: Moon Nightwing Shadow Raven's parents both died when she was three, and she was taken in by the local innkeeper and his wife. She ran away at the age of eleven and trained under a mercenary captain for a year, after which time she had learned everything he knew. He was stupid enough to tell her this, so she murdered him. She subsequently became a vampire, werewolf, and succubus by various means. Moon Nightwing Shadow Raven currently is the consort of the Evil Lord Thragnawhatsis, which she volunteered for. She is emo. And goth. And angsty.
Appearance: Moon Nightwing Shadow Raven has long, black hair, piercing green eyes, and pale skin. She generally wears gothy clothes, because... um... well, her name is Moon Nightwing Shadow Raven. Kapeesh?
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Feb 14, 2006 19:37:24 GMT -5
Name: Annnn (Yeah, that's the correct spelling)
Background: Annnn always thought she was a normal girl... until one day she found an old book in one of her normal visits to the library. (She spends a lot of time in the library, since she's smarter than anyone her age) Full of curiosity, she read the book to find out she was the last heir of a very powerful family of magical beings. She soon finds out she has magic powers that allow her to control the elements. She, obviously, is a very fast learner and soon learns to control her powers. She has became selfish and likes to use her powers to her advantage, but is not what you'd call evil. She's a teenager now... she wants to live a normal life... but we all know she'll get involved in something unusual somehow, right?
Appearance: white skin, green eyes, dark brown hair. She always wears cool oufits that look good on her, but don't ask me where she gets them from.
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Post by My email doesn't work anymore on Feb 14, 2006 20:00:00 GMT -5
((And....now you guys are supposed to start some sort of storyline XD))
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Post by Patrick (Forumerly Known As) on Feb 14, 2006 20:45:35 GMT -5
((Pfft, you're the alrighty Mindela-san))
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Post by My email doesn't work anymore on Feb 14, 2006 20:51:24 GMT -5
((Pfft, you're the alrighty Mindela-san)) ((I already had my charrie do something now it's your turn silly  )) |
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Post by Zylaa on Feb 14, 2006 20:57:52 GMT -5
((Fine. I'LL start the storyline.))
Nrstfagl, King of the Demons, the one who had captured El'lisarra, was very unhappy. Not just because his entire supply of black capes had been burned up when he was angry and set fire to his bedroom, not just because his demonic minions had all decided to take their sick leave at the sime time (the announcement of which had caused him to set fire to the room), and not only because nobody had learned to pronounce his name yet, but because he was the evil lord of a cliche fantasy RP, which means he would most certaintly be killed off by a bunch of idiots who couldn't even define 'cliche.'
Although he quite liked the glowing red eyes, demon horns, black clothing, tower of evil, and horde of orcclones.
((Note: The opening paragraph is stolen from Eric by Terry Pratchett.))
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Post by Kat on Feb 15, 2006 6:31:33 GMT -5
((Yay, I wanna join!))
Name: Calypso
Background: A demi-goddess, born of the mortal princess Clishera and the long-forgotten god Hakneios. Because she is half-deity, she can summon animals and plants to bend to her will, and do some strange magic stuff. She usually tends to mess things up, but most of the time she can set them straight...sort of.
Appearance: Tan skin, long black hair that falls slightly below her waist, bright green eyes that emit this strange, supernatural aura, and is always wearing a shirt and trousers instead of dresses.
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Post by Frozen on Feb 15, 2006 8:39:39 GMT -5
((Me too!))
Name: Eon
Background: A mysterious boy of 15 years of age. He has no memory and no past so that he can develop as the RP progresses. He chose his name because a tattoo bearing a strrange symbol featuring the letters E, O, and N he found in his arm. And he has a big spear. Yeah.
Appearance: Tan skin, blond and wavy hair, a tattoo (see above) on his right arm, blue eyes. He wears a red long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. His spear is hung onto his back.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2006 16:25:18 GMT -5
Name: Marblanc
Background: A rouge which due to his hard life has become violent. He is a gunmaster and always carries more than 10.
Appearance: Vincent Valentine-esque clothes, black hair, grey eyes
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Post by ♥ Lulu on Feb 15, 2006 18:25:17 GMT -5
Name: Spudnik
Background: Spudnik was born in a shack with only a mother and lived there for most of his life. He never went to school so he's a complete idiot. He won the lottery later on in life and became sticking rich. He spent all the money on sugared pineapples.
Appearance: Stick skinny with pale skin, mousy brown hair and brown eyes.
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Post by My email doesn't work anymore on Feb 15, 2006 19:28:30 GMT -5
((Fine. I'LL start the storyline.)) Nrstfagl, King of the Demons, the one who had captured El'lisarra, was very unhappy. Not just because his entire supply of black capes had been burned up when he was angry and set fire to his bedroom, not just because his demonic minions had all decided to take their sick leave at the sime time (the announcement of which had caused him to set fire to the room), and not only because nobody had learned to pronounce his name yet, but because he was the evil lord of a cliche fantasy RP, which means he would most certaintly be killed off by a bunch of idiots who couldn't even define 'cliche.' Although he quite liked the glowing red eyes, demon horns, black clothing, tower of evil, and horde of orcclones. ((Note: The opening paragraph is stolen from Eric by Terry Pratchett.)) El'lisarra sighed as she heard her captor incinerate yet another room somewhere in the depths of the seemingly endless lair. She wanted to hate him but as and elven fairy princess she could only see the good side of people and if they had none believe that they were simply crying out for love on the inside. Whoich she had to do in Nrstfagl's case seeing as he kidnapped her for no real reason and hadn't even bothered to make up a lame excuse. Sighing again she waited for all her feathered birdie friends to return to the tower with fresh wildflowers so they could merrily sing and weave flower chains. That is if they weren't chomped to bits by the flying demony things that always seemed to be circling the lair |
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Post by Zylaa on Feb 15, 2006 21:36:36 GMT -5
((Fine. I'LL start the storyline.)) Nrstfagl, King of the Demons, the one who had captured El'lisarra, was very unhappy. Not just because his entire supply of black capes had been burned up when he was angry and set fire to his bedroom, not just because his demonic minions had all decided to take their sick leave at the sime time (the announcement of which had caused him to set fire to the room), and not only because nobody had learned to pronounce his name yet, but because he was the evil lord of a cliche fantasy RP, which means he would most certaintly be killed off by a bunch of idiots who couldn't even define 'cliche.' Although he quite liked the glowing red eyes, demon horns, black clothing, tower of evil, and horde of orcclones. ((Note: The opening paragraph is stolen from Eric by Terry Pratchett.)) El'lisarra sighed as she heard her captor incinerate yet another room somewhere in the depths of the seemingly endless lair. She wanted to hate him but as and elven fairy princess she could only see the good side of people and if they had none believe that they were simply crying out for love on the inside. Whoich she had to do in Nrstfagl's case seeing as he kidnapped her for no real reason and hadn't even bothered to make up a lame excuse. Sighing again she waited for all her feathered birdie friends to return to the tower with fresh wildflowers so they could merrily sing and weave flower chains. That is if they weren't chomped to bits by the flying demony things that always seemed to be circling the lair Since Nrstfagl's demon army was on leave, he had to take the princess up her food today, an activity he always dreaded. No matter how many flying demony things he summoned, the little birds could always bring wildflowers in. And if he punished El'lisarra by terribly mutilating her face and arms, her skin healed and returned to being beautiful by the morning. Why, oh why did he want to be the lord of her father's kingdom so much? ((Note: I'm assuming that if El'lisarra isn't a princess, then she has been raised by an adoptive peasant family and has no clue who her real parents are. This ok?)) |
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Post by My email doesn't work anymore on Feb 15, 2006 21:49:36 GMT -5
El'lisarra sighed as she heard her captor incinerate yet another room somewhere in the depths of the seemingly endless lair. She wanted to hate him but as and elven fairy princess she could only see the good side of people and if they had none believe that they were simply crying out for love on the inside. Whoich she had to do in Nrstfagl's case seeing as he kidnapped her for no real reason and hadn't even bothered to make up a lame excuse. Sighing again she waited for all her feathered birdie friends to return to the tower with fresh wildflowers so they could merrily sing and weave flower chains. That is if they weren't chomped to bits by the flying demony things that always seemed to be circling the lair Since Nrstfagl's demon army was on leave, he had to take the princess up her food today, an activity he always dreaded. No matter how many flying demony things he summoned, the little birds could always bring wildflowers in. And if he punished El'lisarra by terribly mutilating her face and arms, her skin healed and returned to being beautiful by the morning. Why, oh why did he want to be the lord of her father's kingdom so much? ((Note: I'm assuming that if El'lisarra isn't a princess, then she has been raised by an adoptive peasant family and has no clue who her real parents are. This ok?)) ((So she is a princess but doesn't know it you mean? Perfect XD)) Suddenly El'lisarra looked up from her window sill and clapped with glee as one by one her feathered friends appeared in the distance. She greeted them all by name and began singing a happy ditty as she collected their flowers. "Why hello Mr. Cardinal! I trust your wife is well. Ms. Bluebird it has been so long! Oh and you brought my favorite! Daisies! Glad you could come Robin family!" " Oh in this old dusty towwwwer!
Many a day here I had!
But with my friends all aroooound me!
I know I'll never be sad!" As she sang the birds began flying about and tweeting to her song as they threaded together a crown of flowers and dropped it upon her head while she twirled and danced and sang. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2006 22:42:49 GMT -5
(I hope you don't mind if I join in. This was too funny to resist. xD)
Name: Leon Darkheart
Background: Leon lived the average life of a RP farmboy, tending to the livestock of his parents' farm and, in the mean time, learning the arts of swordplay and archery. He soon became the best and most skilled archer and swordsman in the entire village at the ripe age of eighteen, which is conveniently neither too old or too young for a good RP character. One day, a mysterious stranger came to the village and killed his father and mother. Leon fell to his knees, begging for their lives. The stranger said that he would only resurrect them if Leon sold his soul to the darkness and became a bad dude. Leon did so, and lost all consciousness, all though we all know it's buried somewhere in that tortured heart of his.
Personality: Your typical mindless minion that does whatever his master, Lord Thragnadark, tells him to do. He's in a perpetually angsty mood because his life sucks and he doesn't have a soul, but tries to remain as stoic as possible whenever he's around superiors. Hidden deep beneath layers of angsty-ness and stoicism is a poetic hero yearning to be set free.
Appearance: Bright blue eyes as clear as cold river water, pale skin that's neither too tan nor too pale, and shaggy silver hair that manages to remain shiny and perfect, no matter the weather condition. He's neither fat nor skinny, and is extremely well-muscled, and wears dark chainmail with a silver cape. He wields a magical sword set with some gemstone whose name he can't pronounce, and has a shiny pendant passed down from his mother who told him, as a child, that it would "summon a miracle when times were darkest".
Leon was in a bad mood. Hiding away in the darkness of Lord Thragnadark was never a very uplifting experience, and besides, his life just sucked so it really didn't matter the location he was in. Gripping the pommel of his shining silver sword for no apparent reason, Leon waltzed up and down the halls in silence, patrolling them for any prisoner who managed to escape from their cells. It had never happened in the amount of time he'd spent in servitude under Lord Thragnadark, but he'd always figured it was useful, just in case someone did manage to break out.
But no one ever did.
As he continued to walk in the dusty dark dankness, a voice hit Leon's ears and caused his heart to lift suddenly, before returning to the darkness from whence it had sprung. The noise was that of the fair elf-princess El'lisarra; of that, he was sure. Her voice was a pure and beautiful as a unicorn, and just as fragile. Just hearing him made him want to leap forward and sing in response...
But no. He couldn't. His life wasn't that cheery and bright. It was, y'know, all angsty and dark. And besides, what would his superiors think if they saw him prancing around like a fairy boy while he was patrolling the halls for prisoners that would never escape?
And yet, the call tugged at his heartstrings. As the beautiful lyrics floated from El'lisarra's throat, Leon's mind concocted words in response to hers. He paused outside her door, listening to the sweet twittering of songbirds locked in a chorus, undoubtedly in one of their many flower-crowning sessions.
He knocked on the wooden door. It was one of his duties to shut the elf princess up whenever she was singing; it gave all the demon-minions a headache. He couldn't understand why such heavenly strains of the most wondrous voice imaginable would evoke such anguish, but a duty was a duty.
He waited for the princess to approach the door and open the slit on the other side, so he could talk with her.
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