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Hello, fellers! So, I got this idea... Well, actually, Pete the TrollSlayer came up with it. It's pretty much a fantasy rp, except... WE are the characters! That's right, cbers get the chance to be in a fantasy world!
(Also, for all you people that know Squeak and Me are the same, please treat us the same way you used to.)
NUMBER ONE RULE: DON'T. BE. OP. Thank you :)
Name: Danie
Race: Wizard. (And just to not have an argument, she is quite powerful.)
Appearance: Short dirty blond hair. Wears cape with hood, brown belt. Left leg mostly made out of gears, same with right hand. She covers the gears of the left leg with a long sock, and a glove covers the right hand. Brown eyes.
Personality: Insanse, has a French accent (If anyone is French, please excuse), clever, harsh-tempered.
Weapon: Slingshot, a wand, and a dagger with gems covering the handle.
Career: A chef and monster hunter. (I use the monsters for food.)
Name: Squeak
Race: Mouse
Apperance: A gray mouse with a sewing needle as a sword, and black cape.
Personality: Shy, talks in slang, creative, clever. Likes to plan out, is more of a loner, but loves being with his buddies.
Career: Hunts monsters with -insert any other character-
submitted by Danie and Squeak
(March 29, 2015 - 8:34 pm)
(March 29, 2015 - 8:34 pm)
Cool, I'm joining!
Name: Booksy Owly
Race: wizard
Appearence: Long silky black hair, hazel eyes, pale, wears skirts, pale blue cape.
Personality: Incredibly shy, loves to read, studies very hard, allways plans ahead, too nice, can easily be taken advantage of, never loses her temper, has a Brittish accent
Weapon: wand, books, but she wouldn't hurt anyone for anything
Career: Wizard in training (school)
(March 31, 2015 - 9:16 pm)
Wait for me!
Name: Pete
Race: Human
Appearance: Dirty blonde short hair, hazel eyes, fair skin. Wears a red tunic and hood, with maroon pants, and brown boots as well as tape-like gauntlets.
Personality: Optimistic, willing, pretty friendly, but whenit comes to his work, he's as serious as you could get.
Weapon: Carries a huge redwood hammer reinforced with gold spikes (I also has a faint glow of magic around it) , keeps a basic steel saber in a scabbard on his back, and a small stone grappling hook in his belt.
Career: Hunts monsters with Squeak, but occasionaly does mercenary work
When do we start?
(April 1, 2015 - 2:35 pm)
Hey, Danie! I had an idea, but we don't have to do this if you don't want to. So, since you're a wizard and I'm a wizard in training, could I be your apprentice? It would be cool.
Also, I'm really innocent and gullible, but quite smart.
Thanks!
Also, top.
(April 1, 2015 - 5:45 pm)
Sure!
(April 2, 2015 - 7:16 pm)
Okay, sure.
Name: Somebody (yeah.)
Race: Psionic (sounds cooler than wizard.)
Appearance: Brown hair in ponytail, brown eyes, glasses and braces. Now this is where it gets interesting (I just changed my CB appearance). Her hair is streaked with narrow streams of electricity and her eyes glow blue and emit sparks and lightning when she's angry. She wears a black jumpsuit with blue electricity running through it, glowing more when she is angry. Also... I want sound powers now. Okay, sonokinesis, echokinesis, audiokinesis... I wanna make it match!
Personality: Slightly insane, actually rather empathetic (I have a problem with crying when reading/watching something incredibly sad/sweet), nerd, sometimes takes things the wrong way or overblows them, you know, adolescent. (11 years old.) When arguments not involving her break out, she attempts to fix it remaining neutral, like Switzerland.
Career: Fights the EVIL ORGANIZATION KNOWN AS THE S.P.A.E.C.! Also Chatterboxes and says that she isn't a "good guy". She just fights the bad guys, or remains neutral, like Switzerland.
Mottos: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." "If it doesn't involve you, remain neutral, like Switzerland."
Fruity: chrz!
Somebody: Chairs?
(April 1, 2015 - 9:27 pm)
Squeak~
"Look at that pretty! She's uglier than anythin' I've seen. Even grumpy old Mr. Requa!" I chuckle. The beast is near, sniffing around for food. Pete hits it with a rock, distracting it.
"RAWRRRR!!! SILARGGG!! URGGG!" she screams. I jump down from our tree, climbing onto her back.
"Poke her! Do it now!" Pete calls. I nod and grab my needle, and plunge it into the beast's weak spot. Her neck. the monster's eyes widen, and then she falls with a thump.
"Well, that could have gone better, Squeak," Pete growls.
"Oh, shut up, man. You don't know how hard it is to climb a 159 year old Wequinta," I grumble back.
"Look, let's get back to Danie, and grab some food." Pete changes the subject. I nod, and we travel back to the village.
Danie~
I watch Booksy carefully.
"You are too nice. You must treat people with power! Shove insults into their face! Fight with glory! You don't win fights by giving them you wand!"
"But I don't! I just try to avoid fights!" Owl protests. I sigh.
"End of lesson. Next time, we will try once again to fight with more power." I slam my book shut and shove my wand back into it's pocket. I wind my leg back again, and walk out of the room.
After a few more minutes, I arrive at my pleasant restaurant.
"Danie! Oi! There you are!" Squeak jumps up and down, his drink sitting next to him.
"So, you two got anythin'?" I ask, sliding into a chair next to them.
"Yup! A Wequinta, in fact!" Squeak chuckles, gesturing to Pete to open up his bag. He nods, and brings in the meat, guts, scales, furs, eyes, ears, tail, and horn of the Wequinta.
"So, it was female?" I ask, looking at the horn.
"Yeah. It had a horn. So, now, give us the big bucks, and we'll leave ya to yare cookin'." Squeak reaches out his paw toward me.
"Okay, okay. Here ya go, ya stupid bunch of hunters. Now gimme yare meat and guts, and I'll leave ya ta peace." I shove a few renmon-each worth 20 dollars- and grab the guts and meat.
"Seeya, miss." Pete smiles, and they walk back out. I shake my head at them, but soon greedily shove all the meat into the kitchen.
"Another great meal," I mumble.
(April 2, 2015 - 7:50 pm)
(April 2, 2015 - 7:14 pm)
I slide silently through the forest after the hunters. The mouse stiffens. I should've known he'd have excellent hearing, unlike that clomping human.
"Shhh..." the mouse grins, "I hear me another prize."
I leap out of the way as a shuriken flashes by me. The poison on it burns a hole in the tree. I feel the tree straining against my power, trying to kill the hunters. Other trees rustle angrily too.
I shrug and turn to the hunters. "Begone. The trees are angry."
The mouse laughs. "Watcha gonna do, elf? It's not like you can make 'em do stuff. You're not a dru-" he breaks off suddenly realizing that I am, indeed, a druid.
"Ten seconds," I hiss, vanishing into the shadows as the vines and branches and thorns wrap around the hunters.
"For what?" the boy hisses.
"To apologize."
"WHAT? I AIN'T APOLOGIZING TO NO-"
I point my staff in his face and begin to prepare and ice blast.
"Fine. Jus' let us go."
I smile and make the vines carry them out of the forest.
(April 3, 2015 - 8:37 am)
I never said it when I was doing the character sheet, I forgot about it, sorry about that, so I'll just tell you here. Noelle's the captain of her ship. On with the rp!
Noelle ~
"Alright, listen up, ya scallywags!" I cried out as I unsheathed my sword, smirking at my crew.
"We are heading to the North Agradune Post, and as we all know, they have some of the fastest ships on this planet, as well as flying ships. So, who can guess what we're going to do at the post after we deliver our fifteen boxes of food?" I hopped down the steps, still smirking at my crew as I spoke. One of them raised his hand.
"Yes, Alan?" I asked, pointing my sword towards him.
"We're going to steal one of the ships?" he asked, slightly wincing as if he would get in trouble if he answered wrong.
"That's the spirit!" I cried out as well as my crew.
"On to the North Agradune Post!"
(April 3, 2015 - 9:52 am)
Somebody~
"MIRIS."
"Listening."
"Status report."
Mobile Incredibly Resilient Intelligence System, or MIRIS, gives me the update. Security systems are, as always, working smoothly. I pull out AWiT. I love this book. Madeline L'Engle is a genius.
"Hey MIRIS," I say. "Play me some music, anything. Monsoons, Imaginary, whatever."
MIRIS plays it as I stroke my wolf and read. For a few minutes, I sit in peace, but then the cinnamon rolls are ready. Yum. I telekinectically pull them out and eat one. My wolf, hummingbird, fairy penguin, Pikachu, snakes and kitten all look at me pathetically and I give them a roll each too. We keep at it for a while. "This is the life," I say. A good book, a menagerie of pets, a cinnamon roll, could I ask for anything more?
Thats when the explosion goes off.
(April 3, 2015 - 12:19 am)
Pika yells, "Pikachu!"
"Pika, Lotus, Silver, you come with me. The rest of you, behave yourselves. Amazon's in charge," I say. I then take off. My spitting cobra, Lotus, wolf, Silver, and Pika the Pikachu trail behind me. "They got the lab!" I yell. I swear under my breath. The bioengineering lab was a key point. I now have to rebuild it, resupply it. I sigh. "MIRIS, block it off for now, and extinguish the flame," I say.
I really don't know how to join up. Can someone accidentally stumble upon my HQ?
(April 3, 2015 - 12:30 pm)
St.Owl~
I sit on my cloud, my feet dangling over th edge as I look at the world below me. Searching for trouble.
Well, I've found it. No one could miss that sound.
"Hello!" I call to the person near the wreckage. "You okay?"
She turns, and I jump inwardly. Her hair and black jumper is streaked with blue electricity.
"I'm fine," she calls. "My HQ... isn't."
(April 3, 2015 - 12:39 pm)
Sure.
Rainbow-
I knew I shouldn't have believed that mouse.
I was on my way home from scouting out the new forest where Colouranya, my dear clan, had just camped. The air was thick with fog, and I could not see very well. So I took a wrong turn. That's when I met the mouse.
" Hey, mouse boy! Do you know your way around here?" I asked.
" Me name's Squeak. Yes, I do know me way 'round this place," he told me. We got into a conversation, and he gave me directions that would lead me back to camp.
I guess that tricky fellow was lying. Here I am, lost in a new forest, that could take hours to navigate. All I was told to do was find the nearest moon-berrie bush. I flex my wings, and push off the boulder that I have been sitting on. I float into the air and-
Ouch! My head!
I hit an overhanging branch. I look up and see that it, in fact, is not a branch. I have just hit a hornets' nest. A giant hornets' nest. Quick as a flash, I pull out my bow and pull an arrow out of my quiver. I aim, and brace myself for a sting.
It never comes.
A minute later, it has become clear that whoever is inside of that nest is not a hornet. I fly up to the top of the nest. There is a hole that looks suspiciously like a skylight. Throught the hole, I see a person leaning over a book. She is petting a strange animal. What is that?
"Ahh!"
Whatever she was petting, it's explosive.
(April 3, 2015 - 1:25 pm)
Oh, um, very quickly-- When someone asks St.Owl what her name is, she says Stella O.
(April 3, 2015 - 7:36 am)
Name: Loretta
race: witch
appearence: 4'6 stawberry blond
Personality: quiet, likes to read, when talks it's always loud and her mind
(April 3, 2015 - 12:15 pm)