DREAM RP.......This is

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DREAM RP.......This is

DREAM RP.......This is an RP for all of us. You can create a character to be exactaly as you wish, in whatever world you want. And over time, you can change your character too, making it a villain or a hero. It's all up to you, but if you do this RP, please commit. Don't sign up and then never post anything.... If we all work together we can keep this alive, but if you never post, we'll never get anywhere. If you sign up, try to advance your character's adventures at least once every 2 days. We will accept anything from dwarves to elves to TARDISes and Sherlock characters. Different worlds are welcome too, and if an RP you loved is dead, just begin the adventures again here. But be warned... If you don't post for more than 7 days, you are out. You are welcome to rejoin, with a different character afterwards if you wish. But I believe in all of you. At least try....

Name: Ember Moonrose

Age: 14

Cross Between Previous book characters: Katniss, Eowyn, Arya (Eragon), Amy Pond ( Dr. Who), and Hermione Granger

Personality: Sarcastic and brilliant, but a little sad/melancholy sounding. Fierce, clever, quick to think through problems and occasionally trails of midsentence... Fiery and vivacious, wild, and always ready to be friendly. She is best described by saying that she is a bit of a contradiction.

Apperance: Medium height, pale with pink cheeks and large silver gray eyes framed by dark lashes. Slender, for the most part, but she doesn't look like a model or a paper doll. Her hair is long, dead straight  and a sort of bronzy colour. She wears normal jeans, a soft green tee shirt that doesn't look like someone's tried to cut it into a million pieces to make it more "fashionable." She also wears a brown leather jacket, occasionally a soft scarf, a beret hat, and sturdy black combat boots. She isn't quite pretty, but when she's talking to you, you might think that she is, because of her rich voice. 

World: 1920's Paris, but she dresses like it is modern day times and she is a complete tomboy. 

Please join me! Write up your characters by the dozen, there is no limit. But remember... 

submitted by All of Us
(August 8, 2014 - 7:56 pm)

~Nephina~

My prison shatters.

The glass from the tank miraculously refrains for cutting me, as the water floods the stage, sending everyone into a panic. The people clap. They think I've done a trick.

The magician, however, is throwing a hissy fit.

"Do you know how much that tank costs?!?! More than your rent!! I'll send you a bill for this, I'll---"

But that's when I wake up.  

I had broken a glass. My careless hand nudged it off of my bedside' table while I slumbered. That explains it. That explains everything except- why do I have a silver chain, battered as it was, around my wrist? Why, then, is my hair wet? I shake my head. It was nothing! Nothing- I took a shower before I went to sleep, and forgot about it. So what if I have on a piece of jewelry? It's not the end of the world. 

I had a wonderful, blissful ten minutes of normal-ness. After the ten minutes was up, however, was when the shadows came.

It was dark in my room, though not pitch black; the neighbors porch-light shone in, making everything grayish and blurred. The first shadow appeared, in normal human proportions. He just looked about a little, nothing much. A second came, and then the third, until there were a dozen black forms. Then they danced.

It was a calculated dance, a music-less, grand show. I don't know quite how to describe it, besides that it was beautiful. They twisted and turned and waved about in a perfectly synchronized and symmetrical way, it seemed as though they moved as one.

Then, they stopped. I was almost sorry to see it, their dance was so magnificent. But then, I noticed something; they were beginning to stretch. Mangle the constraints of what it meant to be human, and when they were as tall as they could be without disappearing through the ceiling, they started creeping towards me. One by one, in single file, they inched. They slithered. 

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I know it's a bit of a cliff-hanger; I'll write more soon! 

submitted by Alias S.
(January 31, 2015 - 12:53 pm)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, everybody! Don't let this thread die!

Top!

Please!

Continue! 

submitted by Mad Top Hatter
(February 2, 2015 - 1:05 pm)

Please!

This RP is too good to die . . . .  

submitted by Mad Top Hatter, age again, yes, again
(February 2, 2015 - 8:28 pm)

~MEALINE MARIT~

As I walk up to my school, I see a sleek, black limo pull up into one of the empty parking spaces. I groan. Everyone in school knows who is inside that limo. Grethcen Fletcher, rich girl extrordinairre. And also my arch-enemy. But with her comes two burly body-guards, carrying her by her arms. She is screaming and pounding her fists on them. I try not to laugh at the scene. The guards throw her into a bush and drive off. Once Gretchen recovers, she looks around and sees me. Her face becomes like that of a bull. "You!" She screams and runs over towards me. "This never would've happened if it wasn't for you, you despicable human being!" Seeing my blank face, she goes on: "Don't you know?!? Those two stupid men came over and claimed all my family's stuff for your own! They said it's 'Time for you to come out of hiding!' So,... evil person... who are you hiding from? Huh? Huh?!?" Before I can tell her that I do not know what those men were talking about, they come back. They climb out of the limo and bow to me. "Your highness," One says, "Please come with us. We would like to take you to your new home."

submitted by Joss
(February 3, 2015 - 5:16 pm)

I will post soon! Top

submitted by Rose bud (Carrie), age 12, SC
(March 23, 2015 - 11:21 am)

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submitted by Rose bud, age 12, SC
(March 25, 2015 - 5:03 pm)