Shy

[indent][size=1]“[b]Two cards placed onto a single soul?[/b]” Telumas mused, “[b]Someone is setting a trap.[/b]” Illyria laughed. “[b]It would appear Jachym’s strategies are as transparent as the seas,[/b]” she added. Jachym shrugged off this criticism, and kept his gaze towards the pool. “[b]You will regret those words when I win, brothers,[/b]” he replied, “[b]The surface water may seem clear, but the deeper one dives the darker the ocean becomes.[/b]” [center][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-charlotte.jpg[/img] [img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-ira.jpg[/img][/center] Charlotte awoke to the sound of a frightened, female voice. Her nose was broken, and her eyes red. Never before had she been so pained, so hurt. “[b]Miss... are you okay?[/b]” A beautiful dark haired stranger helped Charlotte to her feet slowly. Although the two had never met before, Charlotte knew there was no reason to be afraid of her. The beautiful woman handed Charlotte a wet washcloth to wipe the blood from her face. “[b]I… I think… I’m fine, thank you,[/b]” the young noblewoman said as she cleaned herself, “[b]My name is Charlotte. Who are you?[/b]” “[b]My name is Ira Petrov. I entered the hotel looking for something to eat, and I found the two of you here.[/b]” “[b]Two? Oh lord, Kenneth..![/b]” Charlotte looked around the room, and saw the young man’s limp body hiding behind the doorway. She instantly burst into tears, clutching onto the stranger tightly. “[b]Who did this to you?[/b]” Ira asked. “[b]I.. I have no idea. He was an awful man, I don’t think Kenneth knew him, either.[/b]” “[b]I'm so sorry. I also just lost a friend to this awful place.[/b]” “[b]I wonder if this is Hell,[/b]" she replied, "[b]But he was an honorable, why would he be here? Lord, who would do this to him?[/b]” Ira wrapped her arms around Charlotte, trying to calm her down. “[b]I’m afaid I don’t know, but we need to get out of here. I think I heard footsteps earlier.[/b]” The young woman eye’s widened, “[b]He’s still here then. What are we going to do?[/b]” Ira motioned towards the hallway. “[b]Follow me. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.[/b]” Charlotte nodded. “[b]Right. Thank you.[/b]” “[b]Are you able to walk?[/b]” “[b]Yes, yes. I think I'll be okay.[/b]” Ira poked her head around the corner, looking for the murderer. He was nowhere to be seen. Charlotte pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She slowly walked over to Kenneth’s cold body, and kissed him softly on the cheek. “[b]You were only trying to protect us... I‘m so sorry, my handsome American.[/b]” She picked up Kenneth’s camera, broken across the floor during the fight, and placed it back into its’ case. Ira grabbed the young woman’s hand and they began heading down the long hallway. Little did they realize that they were already being followed.[/size][/indent]

[indent][size=1]If Paraxis only knew. Illyria would hold onto her card, watching and waiting for when her power was truly needed. There was no hurry. After all, in the Ragnarok it seemed as if madness was everywhere you looked… [center][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-reiko.jpg[/img] [img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-chohee.jpg[/img][/center] Morning. Those who had been able to sleep in the strange marble city slowly awoke from their beds. Many were slowly realizing that this place was not a figment of their imaginations, but something far worse. Cho Hee and Reiko had gotten very little sleep that night. In fact, around Cho Hee, Reiko was hardly able to do anything at all. The intense passion she felt for the young woman was unmistakable, but in her heart she knew that it was a lie. She only wished she had the strength to fight her new feelings rather than give into temptation. “[b]We should try to find some of the others,[/b]” Reiko said as she wiped the sleep from her eyes, “[b]Maybe they found out something out about where we are…[/b]” Cho Hee narrowed her eyes, clearly annoyed by this suggestion. Still unable to control her new abilities, she knew that meeting anyone else would attract unnecessary attention. If this city had been abandoned there was a reason, and she had no interest in finding out what that reason was. “[b]The others are fools,[/b]” she replied angrily, “[b]There is a road extending out of the city, and I think I saw some tire marks. We should try following that out through the forest.[/b]” “[b]Yes, you‘re right.[/b]” Quietly the two had left the city, walking down a small, winding dirt road into the dense forest. Growing up on the islands of Singapore the tropical climate was something Reiko was used to, but unfortunately it was not the case with Miss Hee. The tall trees, thick brush and strange wildlife seemed to foreign to Cho Hee, she knew that if it weren’t for the road she would have gotten lost many times over. "[b]This place reminds me of my childhood.[/b]" Reiko said softly, "[b]My family used to take me out into the forest to learn about nature. It's one of my few memories of them...[/b]" "[b]How quaint. I just hope he make our way out of this place soon. I'm already exhausted.[/b]" Reiko had asked herself several times whether or not leaving the city to follow Cho Hee was the best idea, but the mere thought of leaving the woman’s side was enough to make her sick. After a few hours of walking the two had decided to stop and rest. They sat on the side of the road, wiping the sweat off of their foreheads and admiring the serene beauty of the jungle. “[b]I’m growing weak,[/b]” Cho Hee muttered as she rested her head against her knees, “[b]I wonder if we shouldn’t have brought some food with us.[/b]” “[b]Oh, don’t worry about that. This forest is full of berries and plants. I’m sure I can find something for us to eat while we rest.[/b]” “[b]Could you please?[/b]” Cho Hee replied. She could feel her power taking control of her once again. The two locked eyes for a moment. Reiko leaned in, kissing Cho Hee passionately on the mouth. They both blushed. “[b]I… I don’t know what gets into me when I‘m around you,[/b]” Reiko said sheepishly as she stood up, “[b]This feeling is so strong. I love you, Cho Hee.[/b]” Cho Hee smiled. Although she knew she was controlling Reiko somehow, her own feelings for the young woman were very sincere. She had spent much of her life alone, friendless. Even if she was manipulating Reiko, it was comforting to have someone care about her. “[b]And I care for you as well, Reiko. You are very beautiful.[/b] “[b]Now I wonder if you could go find some of that food you spoke about…[/b]” “[b]Of course! I‘ll hurry back as soon as I can.[/b]” “[b]Thank you.[/b]” Reiko walked into the dense jungle brush, eventually disappearing from Cho Hee’s sight after a few minutes. While the climate was familiar to Miss Cheng, none of the plants were. A mighty roar could be heard echoing throughout the forest, startling every creature in the forest. Reiko rushed deeper into the jungle, trying to return to Cho Hee before she lost her way. It was too late. “[b]Cho!?[/b]” she cried out into the forest. No response. Reiko was scared. Not for herself, but for her Cho Hee. A million thoughts began flooding into her head: [I]What if something had gotten to her? What kind of terrible creature can make sounds like that?[/I] She tried calling out again. Still no response. Every bit of forest seemed identical; there was no way of knowing if she was heading in the right direction or not. There was another loud roar, this time much closer. The hair on Reiko’s arm stood up, and she frantically began running through the forest. Tears began running down her face as the sound of massive footsteps drew closer and closer. Reiko had to think quick; whatever was following her might have gotten a hold of her love, might [I]still[/I] get a hold of her love if she wasn’t smart. [I]It’s too fast,[/I] she thought as she changed her direction once again. She was no longer trying to find the other young woman, quite the contrary. If she could distract the creature long enough, maybe she could keep Cho Hee safe. Not watching her steps, Reiko’s foot began entangled under a thick vine. She quickly slammed against the ground, smashing her face against a thick wooden tree root. The footsteps continued drawing closer, now accompanied by heavy, pained breathing. Reiko closed her eyes and thought of Cho Hee as the mysterious beast approached. No matter how quickly she ran, she knew that she would never be able to escape... [center][IMG]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-deathcard.png[/IMG][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-reiko.jpg[/img][/center][/size][/indent]

[size=1]Ugh. Hopefully this doesn't disrupt the flow of the game too much. It's a shame so many players aren't able to keep up. On a related note, welcome to the game Aaryanna. :whoops: -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent]The Espalo Marketplace was bustling with activity today. Families and farmers from across Gallana were meeting to trade their goods, make a few friends, and keep up with the latest news from the other Sectors. Gallana?s poor had been through so much hardship recently, but there was much to be cheerful about as well. The slaves of Sector 11 had been freed for months, but most were still struggling to find a living for themselves. With nowhere else to go, many had taken up jobs working for the people who had once held them captive, although to many the hard work and meager wages seemed indistinguishable from slavery. Those who were able to had left the farms to head for the cities. A decent wage was nearly impossible to find on the agricultural planet of Gallana, but if it was anywhere it would be in the capital city of Espalo. Former slaves by the thousands had flooded Espalo, spreading the city?s limited resources thin. Even on a bright day, there was no guarantee that a security officer would be nearby to help. In one corner of the marketplace was Maia Ezorn, an elderly woman in a faded sun dress. That day, just like every week, she began arranging her prized crops for sale. It had been a bad year for rain, and an even worse year for her personal life. Maia?s beloved husband had passed away months ago due to an acute medical condition. The treatments had drained the poor couple of their meager savings, and ultimately proved futile in saving his life. There were rumors of corrupt medical officials taking medicine from the poor and reselling it to wealthier Sectors, but Maia would never know for sure. And even if it were true, it seemed that everyone was too busy looking after themselves to care for an old farmer?s wife. Already exhausted from the morning?s work Maia rested against one of the crates she had carried her vegetables in. The old woman wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and sighed. There was still much work to be done that day, and somehow she knew she had to find the strength the do it. She admired her wares for a moment, and suddenly noticed a small hand stealing one of her tomatoes from behind a crate. ?[b]Thief![/b]? the woman screamed as she snatched the vegetable from the tiny hand, ?[b]Stay the hell away, you thief![/b]? Maia placed the tomato back with the others and peaked her head behind the crate to see who was trying to steal from her. Her eyes widened in surprise when she discovered a small boy, no more than ten years old, and a filthy-looking mutt by his side. The dog growled as Maia approached; the boy looked terrified. ?[b]P-p-please don?t hit me![/b]? the boy cried, ?[b]I?m sorry I stole from you. I?m just hungry![/b]? ?[b]But you?re just a boy. Where are your parents, child?[/b]? The boy motioned towards the dog. ?[b]Bright Eyes here [I]is[/I] my family. She?s the closest thing I?ve got, at least.[/b]? The woman?s demeanor turned sour, as she was faced with a difficult decision. She couldn?t give her crops away or else she?d end up starving, and she definitely couldn?t turn in the child. Everyone in Gallana knew what the punishment was for stealing, and with the crowded justice system it was much more likely that someone would try to take the boy?s punishment into their own hands. ?[b]I?m sorry,[/b]? she replied, ?[b]I can?t just give you this? if you want to eat, you?re going to have to work for it.[/b]? Bright Eyes watched cautiously as the woman extended her shaky hand towards the child. His frightened blue eyes eventually gave way to a smile and Maia began to explain to him what his duties would be for the day. It had been a long time since the woman had spoken to a child, and even longer since Bright Eyes and the boy had made a friend. ?[b]What?s your name, anyway?[/b]? ?[b]Colin, ma?am.[/b]? Maia smiled. ?[b]Okay Colin. We?ve got a lot to get done today, but I promise that if you do a good job you won?t have to worry about dinner tonight.[/b]?[/size][/indent]

[size=1][url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quiche]Quiche! [link][/url] I've been craving a good ham and cheese quiche for nearly a month now, and since today is my day off I'd like to try and make it. The problem is that I don't know a good recipe, so I'm turning to the OB community for help. Does anyone know a good quiche recipe? Or, better yet, does anyone have [i]any[/i] good recipes they'd like to share? -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent]Illyria stared at her Power Card for a moment, seemingly distracted from the game. “[b] Is everything alright?[/b]” Bellana asked, teasing the God of Madness. “[b]It’s nothing, my love. I just wonder if perhaps your card is too powerful for a mere mortal to control. As we both know, love is a subtle, yet potent curse.[/b]” Jachym chuckled to himself. “[b]Illyria speaks the truth once again,[/b]” The God of the Seas added, “[b]It would seem that love is on the minds of many souls tonight, not just those affected by the cards we deal.[/b]” “[b]What these other mortals feel is not love, but lust,[/b]” Bellana chided, “[b]If you fail to see the difference, it would seem you aren't a worthy opponent in this game after all…[/b]” [center][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-kenneth.jpg[/img] [img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-charlotte.jpg[/img][/center] As the sun set, Charlotte and Kenneth found themselves lodging in a beautiful, abandoned hotel. The city of marble seemed deserted, yet was fully stocked with bedding and food. It was as if the entire town’s residents had simply fled, or, as Kenneth noted, were forced out. Though their relationship was still on shaky grounds, both had decided it was best to stick together in this strange new place. Kenneth was kind enough to find them some rooms, and after some trial and error Charlotte had figured out how to run a bath for herself. Charlotte‘s attitude had begun to wear away with fatigue, something the young man was very grateful for. He waited outside the room while she bathed; partially in case she needed anything, and also because he had hoped to catch a peek at the beautiful young woman dressing. “[b]Where did you say you were from, Kenneth?[/b]” she asked through the door, “[b]New York City, wasn’t it?[/b]” “[b]That’s right. I’m a photographer there.[/b]” “[b]A photographer? How novel…[/b]” Charlotte asked curiously, “[b]My husband and I are Catholics, although we rarely practice…[/b]” Kenneth laughed. [I]Was she joking?[/I] he thought to himself, [I]Where am I, anyway?[/I] “[b]No, no, Charlotte, being a photographer is my job,[/b]” he said as he opened the box containing his camera, “[b]It requires me to use this thing. It’s a camera: a machine that records a picture of whatever you want it to. Like a portrait, only much faster.[/b]” “[b]I see.[/b]” “[b]Yes it really is something. I can… show it you if you’d like…[/b]” The young man turned red from embarrassment. [I]What did I just say?[/I] he thought to himself, panicked. There was a moment of silence. “[b]Yes, please do. I’d very much like to see it![/b]” she replied, laughing innocently, “[b]This… ‘[I]camera[/I]’ sounds fascinating! Perhaps you can even take a ‘photograph‘ of me![/b]” Kenneth cautiously entered the bathroom and instantly taken aback by her beauty. He handed Charlotte the camera to examine, brushing his hand against her wrist softly. She blushed. Kenneth had photographed many women before, but never had he come across one as striking as Charlotte. Her soft white skin and pleasant face made her look like an angel. The woman’s eyes widened in delight as she examined the camera. Kenneth couldn’t help but smile. “[b]My… what a marvelous device! Is this one of Mr. Franklin‘s clever inventions?[/b]” “[b]Benjamin… Franklin..?[/b]” “[b]Why yes. My father had met him in France years ago, during your revolution,[/b]” she replied. “[b]This particular camera was made by a man named Kodak. People use them all over my country.[/b]” “[b]How interesting![/b]” she said with a smile, “[b]It must be an amazing life, to travel throughout the land freely and create art.[/b]” The two locked eyes for a moment. Kenneth quickly turned his head away. “[b]Yes, I suppose it is… I never really thought of it that way.[/b]” Charlotte extended her delicate hand towards Kenneth, handing the camera back to him. “[b]You see, Kenneth, I’ve been forced into a life of nobility at an early age. At times others view me as rude or selfish, but I simply never learned how or needed to do anything for myself. Why if it weren’t for you, I never would have found any shelter for me and this… this burden...[/b]” “[b]It was the least I could do. I only wish you hadn’t been so cruel to that Chinese girl.[/b]” “[b]It’s my duty to the French people to show that kind of strength,[/b]” she said as she splashed her hand in the water, “[b]We can’t allow such unsightly foreigners to be so demanding of us. Why if we were in Versailles I would have put her on the guillotine for her insolence.[/b]” She paused for a moment. “[b]Oof! I think I felt it kick from this damn child. Perhaps it is time I dry off and retire for the evening.[/b]” “[b]Of course, of course. Let me help you to your room, Charlotte.[/b]” [b]I feel so helpless in this strange place,[/b] Charlotte said as Kenneth quickly handed her a towel and robe, “[b]If only my absent husband cared as much for me..[/b]” Kenneth helped Charlotte out of the tub, turning his head away slightly. She held onto the young man arm’s tightly as the two walked out through the hallway. Charlotte sighed. “[b]What’s wrong?[/b]” “[b]I have never spent a night outside of the estate,[/b]” she said softly, “[b]I wonder if you would stay in my quarters for the evening, to calm my nerves.[/b]” Charlotte leaned in closely to Kenneth and kissed him on the mouth. He slowly pushed her away, trying to resist. “[b]Charlotte![/b]” he exclaimed, “[b]It’s not that I don’t want to, but damn...[/b]” “[b]Then why would you push me away?[/b]” “[b]You’re pregnant. You’re huge! If your husband found out you were trying to sleep with me..[/b]” Outraged, Charlotte slapped Kenneth across the face. “[b]Do not worry about him, you foolish American boy![/b]” she muttered as she stormed down the hallway, “[b]Whatever makes you think my husband is the father..?[/b]”[/size][/indent]

[size=1]My first post will be up tonight. I have to change it a bit due to the objective being altered, but I don't think it should be a problem. I'm very excited to be a part of this project, and I apologize for not getting my first post out sooner. Ragnarok (and a few other things in real life) have been more than distracting, but I'm very committed to participating in the RPG and telling my story. Great posts so far everyone! :whoops: -Shy[/size]

[quote name='Darren']Lots of stuff here[/QUOTE][size=1]Okay, that's fine. I was a little defensive when I read your comments, so perhaps I took them the wrong way as well. Although if anyone does have a concern with characterization or something I do feel they should bring it up in this thread. While the real goal of the game here is to earn points, the last thing I want to see is all of the characters acting crazy for no other reason than to earn said points. Let's try to tell a coherent story as well as play a game, alright? So yeah, no hard feelings. :whoops: [b]SunfallE:[/b] Bellana is using her card now as well? That makes for three cards. I wonder when they will start to effect the game (if they haven't already... hm...) -Shy[/size]

[quote name='Darren'][B]Farah:[/B] Shy, you made me sad with how you portrayed an Afghanistan woman. I don't beleive that she would ever do that to anyone, regardless of how she was raised... I guess it just seems like a political stereotype what with the war in Iraq going on... Oh, P.S. I can almost guarentee that Farah belongs to someone who's read "The Kite Runner." So if you chat to anybody and they mentioned it, that would be my first guess. I just started it yesterday and Kabul Afghanistan became an instant giveaway... (I guess I'll go now)[/QUOTE][size=1]Just in the same way that I made Marta a murderer or Charles a pedophile I decided to add a much darker layer to the character. I don't mean for Farah to represent all Afghani women, but I did take creative liberties from what DigitalBoy had posted earlier. I think the idea that we have to portray any politically incorrect characters as saints is quite boring as well. In future posts I'd like to flesh out her character some, since I know her actions were a total departure from what we've come to expect. I don't mean to be offensive, and if it comes across to others as bad characterization or racism I can remove it altogether. I'd definitely like to hear some other people's thoughts about this, and I'll try to be more careful in the future. Quite honestly, my real goal right now is to get death points and start moving the game forward. But I do understand your concern and I do apologize. -Shy[/size]

[size=1][b]Indifference:[/b] Your Christopher post was pretty graphic, but amazing nonetheless. You seem to have a good handle on what to do with the character. I'm going to be including the images of the characters I'm posting for in each post, just like we did when we introduced them. Hopefully that's not a problem. Let me know. -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent]“[b]This one fascinates me,[/b]” Illyria said as she stared into the pool, “[b]The woman in the shroud… Farah, is it?[/b]” Paraxis nodded. “[b]That is her name,[/b]” the God of Death replied dryly, “[b]But please keep your bias to yourself. Any affection you show to these mortal souls may in effect make them a target…[/b]” “[b]Certainly, brother, but I find nothing more fascinating than a soul who lives their life behind a mask.[/b]” “[b]To some a veil is a mask, but to others it might be a cage. Everything serves a purpose in the grand scheme of things.[/b]” [center][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-jamie.png[/img][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-farah.png[/img][/center] Farah stepped through the hole in the wall, slowly groping her way through the smoke of the explosion. Bruised and bleeding she knew she would have to leave before the police arrived, but the woman had nowhere to go. If she returned to her husband she would be scolded, beaten and possibly killed for defying her wishes; the alternative of turning herself in was even worse. She knew that Allah was angry, why else would he have allowed her to survive? Clutching her wound she continued to move forward, and felt a sudden change in the climate. No longer was she in the dry, arid dessert heat but in a foggy, lush rainforest. She had been told stories of such places when she was very young, long before the war, but never in her life did she imagine it to be so beautiful. [I]How can this be possible?[/I] she thought to herself, [I]Maybe I did die after all…[/I] The tall jungle trees seemed to stretch on forever, and the unfamiliar sounds of wildlife could be heard echoing throughout. She noticed a colorful bird perched on one of the branches of a nearby tree and found herself entranced by its’ beauty. For several moments the pain of her wound seemed to disappear as she continued to be hypnotized by the unfamiliar creature, not noticing the sound of footsteps trailing closely behind her. “[b]Hello?![/b]” an unfamiliar male voice called out a few meters away, “[b]Is anybody there?[/b]” Farah turned around and was shocked to see what she found. A pale young man with long dark hair and penetrating blue eyes. In his ripped jeans and tight-fitting tee he seemed even more foreign to her than the mysterious rainforest. He looked like one of the sinners who had occupied her homeland: [I]an infidel[/I]. The stranger smiled as he approached her, cautiously extending his hand to greet her. “[b]My name is Jamie,[/b]” he said, “[b]Are you alright?[/b]” She quickly pulled away, turning her head as to avoid eye contact with the young man. Never in her life had she met a man so careless and disrespectful, but how was she able to understand what him? Jamie eyed Farah’s navy blue burka, now stained with the bright red color of her own blood. He remembered everything the strange woman had told him back in Los Angeles; if he truly had the power to heal perhaps this was his chance to use it. “[b]Please, please… listen to me. Are you injured? You’re bleeding, aren’t you?[/b]” Farah began walking away cautiously, making sure not to trip in the deep jungle brush. This boy looked nothing like any doctor she had ever seen. More importantly, she would never allow a strange man to touch her, regardless of the circumstances. For a proper and respectful woman like Farah, to think otherwise would be madness. Jamie tugged tightly onto Farah’s clothing, ripping the veil off of her to touch her wounds. Although he didn’t know exactly how he was going to help her, he knew that touching her was the key. Farah screamed in agony as the force of the pull knocked her to the ground. So badly hurt, she hardly had the strength to fight back as the white man ran his fingers alongside her severe wounds. “[b]Just stay calm.. Oh shit… I hope you understand me. I’m only trying to help…[/b]” As Jamie pressed his hands against the wounds he felt a powerful force overtaking his body. He saw the strange woman who had embraced him, and with that, a bright light emanated from his hands. Farah struggled to get free, but Jamie’s brilliant glow seemed to paralyze her. When the glow finally faded all of Farah’s wounds were healed, her finger repaired, and the blood was gone. “[b]Why did you touch me?![/b]” she shouted as she violently pushed Jamie off of her, “[b]God, what have you done to me!?[/b]” Jamie began moaning on the ground; now one of his fingers was missing and bleeding in the same manner that Farah’s were. She instantly recognized these wounds, and her eyes narrowed as she looked at the helpless young man. He wrapped his hand in his shirt to stem the bleeding. A loud roar could be heard in the distance, and Farah immediately turned to it, startled. She quietly grabbed her clothing from the ground, and redressed herself quietly. Jamie continued to cry from the pain, eventually getting to his feet. “[b]You need to help me…[/b]” he begged. No response. “[b]You need to help me, you bitch![/b]” Farah looked at Jamie, her eyes filled with hatred. The loud roar could be heard once again, this time closer and louder than before. Jamie extended his bleeding to the woman, and she immediately struck it away. Farah reached for a large stone on the ground, and struck him across the skull with a strength she had never felt before. For her entire life she had been a victim to her husband and the men of her life, now due to the foolish sacrifice of this stranger she had been given a second chance at life. Jamie fell to the ground unconscious, a small pool of blood spreading across the thick jungle brush. Farah grinned from beneath her shroud, and retreated further into the forest. Nightfall was approaching.[/size][/indent]

[size=1][indent]Lt. Vayne moved closer into the darkness eventually disappearing entirely from Nakeisha’s sight. The only sound that could be heard was her steady heartbeat, and heavy breathing; both grew loud and louder as Morrison’s absence continued. She readied her weapon, her hands shaking nervously as she pointed it towards the hallway. Her helmet began to fog up. [I]If I make it out of this alive,[/I] she thought to herself, [I]Kendra‘s going to learn how annoying I really can be.[/I] “[b]Morrison?![/b]” she nervously shouted into the darkness. No reply. Suddenly Nakeisha heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She quickly turned, and noticed a shadowy figure quickly dashing away from her. Nakeisha screamed, and attempted to fire her weapon before realizing that she lad left the safety on. “[b]Dr. Rhodes!?[/b]” a familiar voice called out from the darkness, “[b]Are you alright?[/b]” Lt. Vayne ran out of the dark hallway to Nakeisha’s aid. “[b]What happened? Are you alright?[/b]” Still trembling, she lowered the weapon and looked at Morrison, terrified. “[b]I.. I saw something coming at me from the other direction,[/b]” she said frantically, “[b]I think it was alive![/b]” Lt. Vayne let out a grin, and raised his eyebrow in suspicion. “[b]…Alive? Are you sure?[/b]” “[b]Yes, yes! I saw it, whatever it was![/b]” He placed her hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort the young woman. “[b]I'm sure it's nothing, doctor. Besides, how can you even see anything from behind that fogged up helmet?[/b]” Nakeisha glared. She was not amused.[/size][/indent]

[size=1]I guess I'm just a little confused as to why these characters would try to kill one another when in the Ragnarok unless they were at least somewhat aware of the game. Of course, I suppose that's just a challenge to the writers. Hopefully my posts haven't been awful so far. I'm very excited about the game (albeit slightly confused,) so if I'm doing something wrong just let me know. The last introduction is up, so I think I'll choose to sit back and see how the rest of the players handle this interaction for a bit. Maybe I'll get a better feel for things once it's truly in action, so to speak. This might give me a chance to get started on the other 3 RPGs I'm in... hm... And 2 death points in one post? Awesome! Look out world, here comes Illyria! -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent][b]How unnecessary![/b] Illyria announced the group, “[b]What is the value of a healing card if nobody is yet injured?[/b]” “[b]Give it time, brother,[/b]” Celesta replied, clearly annoyed, “[b]As our players awake things will change. You may very well wish for the power of healing before this game is over…[/b]” Telumas nodded. “[b]The pieces are falling into place, Illyria[/b]” she added, "[b]Tread lightly, for I fear Celesta's trap may already have been set...[/b]" [center][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-patrick.jpg[/img][/center] Patrick Malone woke up hungry. Every morning he woke up hungry. Life in Ireland was better after the famine had ended, or so he was told, but everywhere he looked he was a people starving. His father, a simple farmer, hardly earned enough to feed himself after paying the landlords, let alone his seven children. Patrick and his siblings were forced to sing for their supper through the church, but even that wasn’t enough. The starving masses needed more, yet everywhere they looked they faced great difficulties. Whether it was King Edward or the corrupt government, it seemed that God had given up on Ireland. The thin young man opened his eyes and realized that he must have dozed off during midnight mass. The large wooden church was seemingly abandoned for the night. [I]I had better get home,[/I] he thought to himself as he looked around the empty church, [I]My father is going to beat the shit out of me for being so late.[/I] Patrick noticed the prayer candles stacked against the church walls. Over the years he had said many prayers for his friends and loved ones, yet not a single one was answered. His mother grew more and more sick by the day, but nobody seemed to be able to pay for his medicine. As Patrick approached the candles, their flames seemed to grow. “[b]There’s no point, is there?[/b]” he said as he picked up an empty candle to say a prayer, “[b]But I gotta try anyways for you, Mum.[/b]” A single tear rolled down Patrick’s cheek as he prayed for his mother’s health. So many of his friends had traveled to the United States in hopes of starting new lives, but he knew that the woman wouldn’t be survive the long trip. More importantly, his family couldn’t afford their rent, let alone a voyage halfway across the world. He grabbed an unused match set against the altar and struck it. A brilliant burst of flame exploded from the small wooden stick, causing Patrick to drop it from surprise. “[b]Shit![/b]” he exclaimed, “[b]What the hell was that?[/b]” A single spark of the matchstick ignited against the oils of the wooden altar. The altar, the candles, the wall. Soon the entire church was ablaze. Paralyzed by fear, all Patrick could do was call for help, his voice muffled beneath the sound of the roaring fire. He stepped back cautiously as the fire continued to grow, slowly making its way for the doors. The young man dashed towards the exit, pausing momentarily to assess the situation. In a moment the only haven for his small community would become a pile of ashes and it was all his fault. For the first time in his life Patrick Malone wasn‘t hungry. He was afraid.[/size][/indent]

[size=1]So once all of the characters will be introduced I assume we will be given further instructions, yes? I suppose I'll write up the final introduction post now so we can get this show on the road... -Shy[/size]

[size=1]How convenient that three of us (Darren, Rach and myself) each posted without stepping on one another's toes. It looks like Rach is also the first to assign his power card to a player... hopefully he won't have to use it anytime soon. And yes, Christopher Francis is a terrible, troubled man. Gotta make use of that M-rating, you know? -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent]“[b]Sixteen souls,[/b]” Illyria said with a sight, “[b]Each one more boring than the last.[/b]” Celesta turned to Illyria. Other than Bellana, Celesta had always been the least amused by her brother’s cynicism. “[b]Boring, you say?[/b]” she asked, “[b]If you find yourself so disinterested in mortal affairs then perhaps you’d like to forfeit the competition early.[/b]” Treisleilai nodded in agreement. “[b]Celesta is right. Before you blame us for the failures in our selections, perhaps you should first turn those evil eyes onto yourself. You had as much freedom to choose your souls as any of us did, Illyria.[/b]” The God of Madness scowled. “[b]If I were to truly choose my heart’s desire, those choices might stand out in the bunch,[/b]” she replied with a laugh, “[b]Of those selected, who can say which, if any, aren’t touched by madness in some fashion…[/b]” “[b]You speak of madness as if it’s a gift,[/b]” Celesta replied, “[b]It may be even beyond our grasp to fathom how much pain you’ve truly brought upon this world.[/b]” Illyria grinned. “[b]And will continue to bring. Assuming I’m the victor, of course.[/b]” [center][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-christopher.jpg[/img][/center] “[b]Mr. Francis...er ...Christopher, I feel like there’s been an elephant in the room for the past month or so… in our sessions.[/b]” “[b]I’m not sure what you‘re talking about.[/b]” “[b]Well, a few weeks ago you had mentioned your… father’s passing.[/b]” “[b]I did, didn‘t I? I guess it‘s been very hard on my Mom. I‘ve been so busy with work, I guess I haven‘t had time to properly grieve.[/b]” Dr. Richards nodded. “[b]Yes. In our sessions you have spent a great deal of time speaking of him and his illness, yet you haven‘t bothered to discuss his death with me in any significant way.[/b]” “[b]There isn’t anything to say, doctor. He was a quiet man, and had a very quiet service. I’ve spent much more time around my Mother’s home, trying to help her with errands and the like…[/b]” “[b]Did you say anything at the memorial?[/b]” Christopher took a sip of water, retreating further back into his chair. “[b]I.. wasn’t asked to. My uncle said a few words about their childhood, and my sister also had a nice speech. I think I’ve mentioned that they were close before.[/b]” “[b]Why weren’t you asked to speak at the service?[/b]” “[b]I have no idea.[/b]” “[b]Why do you think you weren’t asked to speak?[/b]” Dr. Richards took a few notes, eyeing Christopher curiously. “[b]B-because my Mother knew.[/b]” “[b]Knew what, Christopher?[/b]” “[b]That I despised the man. I had been wishing he was dead for a very long time.[/b]” “[b]Because of his alcoholism?[/b]” “[b]No,[/b]“ he replied dryly, “[b]Because he hated me.[/b]” “[b]And why is that?[/b]” “[b]He hated me because of what everyone said about me. The press, they‘re monsters for the torture they have put and my family through.[/b]” “[b]We’ve been in these sessions for over a year and you have said that your issues with your father predate the arrest. Could it be that you feel distance from your father for another reason?[/b]“ “[b]Please don‘t try this again, Dr. Richards.[/b]“ “[b]You can just say it… you’re a homosexual.[/b]” Silence. Christopher clenched his fist in anger. “[b]You don’t honestly believe that, do you?![/b]” he shouted, “[b]It’s enough to come to these damned meeting every other week for a year, and you still come at me with that bullshit! I‘m not a homosexual, Dr. Richards…[/b]” “[b]Despite my own professional opinion, Mr. Francis, the government believes you are in fact a closeted homosexual, rather than something far, [i]far[/i] worse. As such, unfortunate incidents like the one that placed you in my care can be prevented in the future, if and only if you confront your inner demons and seek treatment.[/b]” “[b]‘[I]Inner demons?![/I]’ I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not gay, and I don’t know how those files--[/b]” “[b]You know exactly where those photographs came from, and so does everyone else in France![/b]" Dr. Richards stopped herself for a moment, hoping to calm both of them down. "[b]Christopher, If your neighbors hadn’t left the country so suddenly…[/b]” she pointed towards him accusingly as she spoke, “[b]I don’t know… you’re very lucky the judge ordered counseling after everything you've done.[/b]” Christopher Francis suddenly turned pale. He stared at Dr. Richards with a grim expression on his face, and slowly rose to his feet. “[b]I… I think I’d like to end this session early.[/b]” Dr. Richards rolled her eyes, and wrote a few more notes on her papers. “[b]That‘s probably for the best… [/b]” she coldly replied, “[b]Please see my assistant on your way out, Mr. Francis. Your court-ordered appointments are scheduled to end with this session, but I‘ve recommended to the government that you continue seeking treatments, with a different doctor.[/b]” “[b]Thanks anyways, but I think I'm going to be leaving Marseille. This year has been nothing but a waste of my time.[/b]” "[b]Goodbye, Mr. Francis.[/b]" Christopher stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.[/size][/indent]

[size=1][quote]So how is the quality of the RPGs being posted? Does it stack up to what you knew of the past RPGs posted in OB?[/quote]I'd say quality is at an all-time high for OB RPGs, although activity seems to be at an all-time low. There aren't a lot of active RPGs on the boards at the moment, but that can probably be attributed to back-to-school and other factors. Ironically I'm finding myself more active in the forum than I ever have before. Hm.[quote]What do RPers want these days? What elements of an RP do you look at before signing up?[/quote]Personally I find myself looking for something new or original. I want to write for characters I never have before, while I also want to experiment with new genres or writing styles that have never been done before. It seems bizarre to me that we've only recently gotten a surge of high quality sci-fi RPGs. Outside of Star Wars and Mega Man, this is a genre that hasn't been seen much on OB. Successful RPGs here tend to involve crime, fantasy or anime, so it's pretty exciting to me when something like Silver One can be so successful. This gives me hope that other types of stories (romance, perhaps?) could be done in the forum and be [i]done well[/i]. All it takes is a strong writer and an even stronger imagination. [quote]When you look at signing up to an RPG, does it matter who posted it?[/quote]Oh definitely. I can expect a certain level of quality from certain members, and having someone I trust in charge of an RPG helps to guarantee that it won't fizzle out and die. There are always exceptions to the rule, of course, but I'm probably not going to sign-up for your RPG if it's your first post. -Shy[/size]

[indent][size=1]Illyria laughed to herself as the other Gods placed their power cards into the pool. It had been many years, millennia even, since the Gods have found themselves with such a unique challenge, but this was the moment Illyria had been waiting for. Human souls have always been toys for the Gods to manipulate; this game would no doubt be a chance for Illyria to put her experience to the test. With a wave of her hands she transformed from a pale, asexual figure into a handsome, dark skinned woman. To Illyria changing her appearance was no more difficult than a human changing their clothes. "[b]Much better...[/b]" Illyria said as she stared at Bellana, "[b]But I'm a biased judge. What do you think?[/b]" It had been many years since the two Gods had even spoken, but there was once a time when they were lovers. Illyria saw this as yet another chance to prove her worth to the Goddess of Beauty, and perhaps repent for the great sin that tore them apart. “[b]Dear beauty,[/b]” Illyria said with a mischievous grin, “[b]Fifteen souls will be a small price to pay for our eternal love.[/b]” Bellana turned her head away and sighed. “[b]Your words are yet another layer of deception, Illyria![/b]” she replied angrily, “[b]Our history will provide you no mercy from me. Be warned that even my affection to all of life’s creatures has its’ limits..[/b]” The other Gods laughed amongst themselves, infuriating Illyria. “[b]Very well, dear Goddess. But who among you can tell me the difference between madness and love?[/b]" "[b]A riddle, Illyria?[/b]" Telumas asked, "[b]I grow tired of your antics already...[/b]" "[b]Don't you see? Bellana’s deceptions are of the heart while mine are of the mind![/b]” Paraxis quietly motioned for the attention of the Gods. “[b]Well spoken my brother,[/b]“ Paraxis replied, “[b]For love is a game with few winners.[/b]” [center][img]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/Ragnarok/ragnarok-soul-marta.jpg[/img][/center] It seemed like a lifetime since Marta Kramer last laid her head against the soft feather pillows of her queen-sized bed. The Austrian graphic designer had been a lot of things in her life: a doting wife, a well-respected professional, but on that bed two months ago everything had changed. “[b]What is going on?[/b]” she asked as she awoke, “[b]Karl?![/b]” Marta turned to her side and realized that her former lover was nowhere to be found. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and surveyed the room around her. It was modest bedroom that she and her husband had spent so many years of their lives together. More importantly, it was where she found out that the life they had built together was a lie. Instinctively Marta reached over to the nightstand to grab a cigarette, but found nothing. She immediately walked to her dresser and opened up the drawer. There she found two objects; a conservative gray pantsuit from her job, and a familiar, bloodied knife. "[b]I can’t be here![/b]" she screamed as she ripped the drawer from the dresser and tossed it onto the carpet, “[b]What about the trial?[/b]” The woman looked around the room once more, realizing that her husband’s photographs and belongings were missing: It was as if he had never been there at all. Marta suddenly realized that she wasn’t in her home. A bright light could be seen penetrating through the cracks of the bedroom door. Wherever she was, Marta knew that the door was the only way out. Panicked, she quietly changed out of pajamas and into the clothes left in the dresser. A quick search of the room turned up nothing else, save for a few of the cigarettes she had so desperately been searching for earlier. No lighter, though. She stuffed the cigarettes into one of her pant pockets and began bursting into tears. “[b]I had promised myself that it was a mistake when it happened, Karl,[/b]” Marta cried, “[b]But I’m beginning to think that it wasn’t an act of rage or passion. Maybe this is just who I am…[/b]” Marta grabbed the bloodied knife from the carpet and headed for the door.[/size][/indent]

[size=1]Will edit post later. Busy having sex now. -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent]Nakeisha had decided to stay close to Lt. Vayne while on board the dimly lit space station. While she wasn?t especially fond of the man, she felt much safer around the armed officer than she did Michael or Theresa. ?[b]Are you okay, Dr. Rhodes?[/b]? Morrison asked as he entered one of the empty corridors, ?[b]I know you?re from the private sector, but these kinds of investigations are fairly routine?[/b]? Nakeisha followed closely behind Lt. Vayne, her vacuum suit?s heavy respiration echoing loudly throughout the hallway. ?[b]Routine, maybe. But I don?t see why I need to be on board. [I]I?m sure my father would love to hear that I?m using my education to visit the galaxy?s most mysterious shopping malls?[/I][/b]? It was obvious to Dr. Rhodes that this place hadn?t been inhabited in years, if not longer. Dust, something practically unheard of in the vacuum of space, covered nearly every surface. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, and Nakeisha noticed several unusual pieces of equipment suspended from the low ceiling. ?[b]Hm. The air purifiers aren?t working anymore,[/b]? she muttered as she wiped her finger tip against the wall. ?[b]Are you really surprised, Dr. Rhodes? We?re light years away from the nearest inhabited system.[/b]? ?[b]No, I suppose not. Even the most advanced races have to deal with the necessities of space travel? recycled oxygen being one of them.[/b]? Morrison turned around, taking note of how far he and Nakeisha had wandered off from the rest of the group. ?[b]Looks like we?re on our own then,[/b]? Lt. Vayne said as he motioned towards a pair of doors up ahead, ?[b]I?ll scout ahead, Dr. Rhodes. Keep your weapon trained on me and wait for my signal.[/b]? Nakeisha rolled her eyes. ?[b]Your chivalry is charming, Lieutenant, but I?m about as reliable in combat as you would be displacing quantum electric fields.[/b]? Lt. Vayne grinned as he continued walking into the darkness. [i]Charming, eh? That?s a new one...[/i][/size][/indent]

[indent][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Colin and Bright Eyes [b]Age:[/b] 9 and 10 (In human years.) [b]Gender:[/b] Male and Female. [b]Race:[/b] Colin is a human and Bright Eyes is a dog. [b]Loyalty:[/b] Neutral. Bright Eyes is very loyal to Colin, though. [b]Description:[/b] Colin stands at a little less than five feet tall and has a slender build. He has thick, bushy black hair and brown skin that has become tan from working in the sunlight for long hours at a time. He dresses in a way that reflects his history as a slave, and only owns one threadbare outfit. Bright Eyes is a black mutt with small patches of gray fur due to her age. She is a fairly large dog, but remains lean due to her poor diet and large amounts of exercise. Bright Eyes wears a ragged leather collar with a silver charm attached. [b]Weapons:[/b] No. [b]Special Skills:[/b] Colin is very intelligent for his age and seems especially adept at things of a mechanical nature. He is one of the few slaves fortunate enough to be literate, and has taught himself how to read and write. [b]Personality:[/b] Colin is an optimist through and through. He is very friendly, talkative, and loves to learn about the world he lives in. Being a child he is very quick to react to certain situations, and wears his emotions on his sleeves. Bright Eyes is also friendly, but is extremely cautious and overprotective of Colin. [b]Short Bio:[/b] Colin has spent his entire young life alone as a slave in Sector 11’s homeworld of Gallana. In fact, the closest thing he has ever been able to call a ‘family’ is his loyal dog, Bright Eyes. Colin has been told by fellow slaves that he was abandoned at an early age, but he has spent his entire life denying this possibility. Rather the young boy believes that his parents are out there, somewhere, in the middle of the Civil War he has heard so many stories about. Sector 11 has recently cut off its’ ties with the Versillan Empire, and has formed an uneasy alliance with The Resistance. This has thrown Gallana into political upheaval, and as a result Colin and every other slave on that world have suddenly found themselves free. Some former slaves have pledged their support for The Resistance's military, while others are eager to earn a living for themselves and their families. Colin and Bright Eyes have begun the long walk to Gallana’s capital city in hopes of finding his family. Bright Eyes has been inseparable from Colin ever since the child was born. It is believed that she was a gift to the child from his birth parents, since both were found together on the streets of Gallana’s capital city.[/size][/indent]

[size=1]My only concern with the cards is that I think the status-protection cards are going to be infinitely more valuable than the status-ailment ones. I'd also like to see a little more diversity with the card abilities, but I suppose nobody wants to make a generic 'I control plants' card or something, do they? -Shy[/size]

[size=1]Well how about you just tell us which cards you feel are overpowered, and then those players can try and modify them? -Shy[/size]

Grape Ape and Sour Candy approached the Otaku City Hospital from the back alley, hoping to avoid from any more moderator interference. Retribution was kind enough to have let the two of them go freely, but there was no telling if the rest of the staff would be so understanding. Still, the whole encounter left a bad taste in Grape Ape’s mouth. The idea that mod rods would self-detonate when confronted with spam seemed even more illogical than the strange chain of events that had gotten everyone to that point. As Grape Ape was about to enter the hospital he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Sour Candy was trying to walk away. “[b]Candy?[/b]” he asked, motioning for his friend to enter the hospital, “[b]Where are you going? Everyone will be thrilled to see that you have survived.[/b]” The former moderator bowed his head in shame. “[b]Didn’t you hear me back there? Those days are over, Grape Ape. This isn’t my fight.[/b]” Grape Ape nodded slowly. “[b]I… I guess I understand. Thank you for coming along this far, Flash.[/b]” “[b]Anything for OtakuBoards,[/b]” Sour Candy replied with a grin, “[b]Now can you point me in the direction of the Spriting Forum?[/b]” “[b]OB doesn’t have a Spriting Forum anymore, Sour Candy.[/b]” “[b]Oh… this place sucks.[/b]” And with that, the man once known as Final Flash disappeared into the shadows, leaving Otaku City forever. Grape Ape entered the hospital, sneaking past a few security guards to make his way into Dr. Wolf’s office. He opened the door to discover Crystia and the handful of others that made up his former CTU. With their numbers greatly reduced, Grape Ape hoped that his team’s spirits would be able to carry them into the final battle. Sadly, the chilly reception he found waiting for him was definitely not a good sign. “[b]Grape Ape![/b]” Crystia shouted as she rose to her feet, “[b]Where have you been? All of Otaku City is looking for you after what happened to Japan and Nomura…[/b]” “[b]I know…[/b]” Grape Ape replied, “[b]And you all need to know that it was The Beast that attacked them. I did everything I could to fight him off, but…[/b]” “[b]How did your meeting with James go?[/b]” “[b]As well as can be expected. He refuses to believe that his site could be threatened by the likes of Gavin and The Beast. In fact, he went so far as to call me a traitor.[/b]” “[b]Then it appears my historical records are still alarmingly accurate,[/b]” Ploppy said, pressing a few buttons on his PDA, “[b]He won’t be able to acknowledge the epidemic of the Kuja Virus until it’s too late.[/b]” “[b][I]Kuja Virus[/I]?![/b]” Shades asked, “[b]What exactly is a [I]Kuja Virus[/I]?[/b]” “[b]It’s a form of internet bio-terror the likes of which has never been seen before. It attacks the parts of your brain that control grammar and good judgment until there’s nothing left.[/b]” “[b]My father and I saw the horrors of it in the future,[/b]” Nomura added. Webster thought about this for a moment. “[b]I imagine that the mystery ailment that claimed DeadSeraphim might be this Kuja Virus,[/b]” he said, “[b]If that’s so, the question then becomes ‘How did he contract it?[/b]’” Ploppy’s eyes widened in surprise. “[b]That’s impossible. My records show that DeadSeraphim left the site after becoming frustrated with work on OtakuBoards: Evolution.[/b]” “[b]What has our tampering with the time stream done, father?[/b]” Nomura asked nervously. “[b]I have no idea, son. I almost wonder if our records weren’t faulty to begin with…[/b]” Crystia motioned towards the door. “[b]The rest of you, go and try to figure this out,[/b]” she said sternly, “[b]I’m going to discuss a few things with Grape Ape about our operation, and then we’ll head out on our final strike against Gavin and The Beast.[/b]” The others nodded and existed the room quietly. Grape Ape sighed softly. “[b]I can’t thank you enough for commanding the team while I was away, Crystia. Now that I’m back I wanted to discuss my strategy for--[/b]” “[b]I think not, Grape Ape,[/b]” she replied, “[b]Several questions about your leadership have been raised, and I have decided to take action.[/b]” “[b]What exactly are you trying to say?[/b]” "[b]You'll be answering to me from now on, Grape Ape. I've assumed control of the CTU.[/b]"