New RPGNo pl

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New RPGNo pl

New RPG

No plot: no clues.

You need to fill out a character sheet. Make it howeaver you want. I need over five people to start.

Character Sheet:

Name;

Age;

Gender;

Personality

Appearance;

Powers;

Weapon of choice;

Other;

I will start the plot soonish.

This will be full of puzzels.

ANYONE WHO STOPS POSTING WILL LOSE THEIR CHARACTERS. 

Begin 

submitted by Gared
(September 7, 2016 - 8:53 pm)

NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS GOING TO MAKE A CHARRIE YESTERDAY BUT I DIDN'T HAVE TIME!!!!!!!!! 

submitted by goodbye mystery rp
(September 9, 2016 - 8:05 pm)

I have not started writing yet, so you can make your character now.

submitted by Gared
(September 9, 2016 - 11:13 pm)

A buzzing awoke the seven people in the square, white room. They looked around. The walls were made of a white metal, and there were no entrances or exits.

Everyone in the room felt that something had been removed from their memory. They all had trouble remembering their childhood and friends and family.

“Welcome.” A choppy, metallic voice said. Everyone looked. A black cloaked figure had just appeared. It’s face was obscured by a purple Mardi Gras mask, which gave it and predatory air. “You are trapped in my puzzle room. You will need to tell me your answer to the current puzzle to proceed. I will provide food and water until you escape.”

The cloaked figure walked into a corner, and in his wake; a riddle lay, stamped into the floor.

The riddle read; “You see me. I hide what you show-off. What am I?”


submitted by Gared
(September 10, 2016 - 9:30 am)

Hmm. Good riddle. Umm.  

Cleo~

I stare at the riddle. What could it be? I wonder if anyone else has ideas. What do I show off? My talents maybe. What would hide that? Mistakes or faults? But I can't see that. Hm. I would say clothes, but I don't show off my body. Hm. What do people show off? Their brains? What covers that? A head? You can see a head. Okay, I'm just getting weird now. I have no idea.  

submitted by Daisy
(September 10, 2016 - 10:43 am)

Ahem!!

submitted by IT HAS STARTED
(September 10, 2016 - 10:01 am)

Name; Sena

Age; 13

Gender; Female 

Personality; Sena is an exotic, serious, and occasionally humorous teenager girl.

Appearance; Waist length wavy auburn hair, white eyes, tall, wears several metallic bracelets, and a torn brown skirt with a matching shirt with a heavy platinum necklace.

Powers; Can control metal; makes weaponry.

Weapon of choice; Battle Axe

Other; Is commonly working in her blacksmith lab. She is normaly training, battling, or crafting.

submitted by Sena, age 13, DownToEarth
(September 10, 2016 - 10:17 am)

Ok. There are no blacksmith shops in the RPG, just a head's up.

submitted by Gared
(September 10, 2016 - 2:43 pm)

Did we start with our weapons?

submitted by Rose B., age 13, Room
(September 11, 2016 - 8:59 am)

Did we start with our weapons?

submitted by Rose B., age 13, Room
(September 11, 2016 - 8:59 am)

No.

submitted by Gared
(September 11, 2016 - 5:51 pm)

The black specter floated behind Cleo. She shivered.

"Child," he said. "You are to literal. What do you see, and what do you show, and what do I hide?" 

submitted by Gared
(September 11, 2016 - 9:12 am)

Dusk-

"Is it a mask?" I ask out loud. 

submitted by Brookeira
(September 11, 2016 - 12:42 pm)

Yes!!

submitted by Gared
(September 11, 2016 - 5:03 pm)

I'm changing my charries' name again. Her name was Elysia, then she became a boy named Jack, and now his name is Oliver. Olly for short. Sorry for the confusion.

Oliver~

You see me. I hide what you show-off. What am I?

Well, that's obscure. There are lots of things that could do that. A... cloth-thingy could hide trophies. It could be clothes, but that's just creepy. Or it could be... I look over at the creepy mask man.

A mask.

(maybe?) 

submitted by The Riddler
(September 11, 2016 - 3:20 pm)

The wall shattered. It all fell backwards, into a hallway as black as night.

The masked figure walked down the hallway, and lights flickered on. At one end, a room with weapons stood. From one end of the room the children were in came a growl. They ran down the hallway. 

 

The children grabbed their weapons, and looked for a riddle.

Oliver found one. It read: "Push me, pull me, let me use you. Beat me, squeeze me, kill me, but if I die, life is a shatter-finned fish that can't swim. What am I?"

The door to the room shut. The lights turned purple. Food and water appeared, and the mascked figure said: "There are beasts in this room. If you don't listen to me, they will get you. If you do, they may as well. Remember, answer each question promptly, or risk injury."

submitted by Gared
(September 11, 2016 - 5:59 pm)