RPG The Author [M-VL]

[Corey]

[size=1][b][u]The Author[/b][/u]
[list][i]Rated [u]Mature[/u] for violence and language.[/i][/list]
[b]Players[/b]
? Sakura ([i]Veralidaine "Daine" Sarrasri[/i])
? Baron Samedi ([i]Richard Rahl[/i])
? Hinata ([i]Dwynwyn[/i])
? RiflesAtRecess ([i]Kylesa Speziale[/i])
? Retribution ([i]Christian Starweaver[/i])
? Corey ([i]Randall Flagg[/i])
? Domon ([i]Adian Tepet[/i])
? Gavin ([i]Grenn Tallig[/i])
? [b]reserved for forthcoming players[/b]

???

? I'd like to make a note that signups are staying open indefinitely, as of now.
If you have a friend that is interested in what you've been telling them, please have them check out the [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=50489][color=grey]recruitment thread[/color][/url].
? Once again, this RPG is in free-form format, first-come-first-serve, etc. There will be no chapters or sections, just a continuous gameplay.
? If anyone steps severely out of line, they will be removed from the RPG, and their character killed.
? Writers often get writers block. I'm asking for suggestions for the story line in this RPG. It works a hell of a lot better if you have a few cooks and a few patrons to the action. So if anyone, at any time, has an idea for the story, please don't hesitate to PM me with it.
? [b][i][u]IF[/u][/i][/b] you have it available to you, take the book you got your character from, and sample the last chapter your character was in, in your first post (PM me if you're confused, because it sounds a little confusing), and change it a little. The first post is going to be about your character coming to realize what's going on with Mr. Ceaser. They can't do much yet but wonder how they're supposed to cross dimensions.
? Mark the beginning of the excerpt with (quote), and end it with (endquote)
? Game on.

???

[b](quote)[/b]He awoke at dawn. He had his boots on.
He sat up and looked around himself. He was on a beach as white as bone. Above him , a ceramic sky of cloudless blue stood tall and far. Beyond him, a turquoise sea broke far out upon a reef and then came in gently, surging up and between strange boats that were-
([i]canoes outrigger canoes[/i])
He knew that... But how? He got to his feet and almost fell. He was shaky. Bad off. Felt hung over. He turned around. Green jungle seemed to leap out at his eyes, a dark forested tangle of vines and broad leaves and lush, blooming flowers that were-
([i]as pink as a chorus girls nipple[/i])
He was bewildered again.
What was a chorus girl? For that matter, what was a nipple?
A macaw screamed at the sight of him, flew away blindly, crashed into the thick bole of an old banyan tree, and fell dead at the foot of it with its legs sticking up.
A mongoose looked at his flushed, beard-scruffy face and died of a brain embolism.
A beetle that had been trundling busily up the trunk of a nipa palm turned black and shriveled to a husk with tiny blue bolts of electricity frizzing for a moment between its antennae.
[i]Who am I?[/i]
He didn't know.
[i]Where am I?[/i]
What did it matter?
He began to walk, stagger, toward the verge of the jungle. He was light-headed with hunger. The sound of the surf boomed hollowly in his ears like the beat of crazy blood. his mind was empty as the mind of a newborn child.
He was halfway to the edge of the deep green when it parted and three men came out. Then four. Then there were half a dozen.
They were brown, smooth skinned folk.
They stared at him.
He stared back.
Things began to come.
The six men became eight. The eight became a dozen. They all held spears. They began to raise them threateningly. The man with the beard-stubble on his face looked at them. He was wearing jeans and old sprung cowboy boots; nothing else. His upper body was as white as the belly of a carp and dreadfully wasted.
The spears came all the way up. Then one of the brown me, the leader, choked out one word over and over again, a word that sounded like [i]Yun-nah![/i]
Yep, things were coming.
Righty-O
His name, for one thing.
He smiled.
That smile was like a red sun breaking through a black cloud. It exposed bright white teeth and amazing blazing eyes. He turned his lineless palms out to face them in the universal gesture of peace.
Before the force of the grin they were lost. The spears fell to the sand; one of them struck point-down and hung there at an angle, quivering.

[b]Flagg-[/b] "Do you speak English?" They only looked. "[i]Habla español?[/i]" No they didn't. They definitely did not [i]habla[/i] fucking [i]español[/i].
What did that mean?
Where was he? Well, it would come in time. Rome wasn't built in a day, nor Akron, Ohio, for that matter. And the place didn't matter.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

[b]Flagg-[/b] "[i]Parlez-vous francais?[/i]" No answer. They stared at him, fascinated. He tried them in German, and then bellowed laughter at their stupid, sheepy faces. One of them began to sob helplessly, like a child.
[i]They're simple folk. Primitive; simple; unlettered. But I can use them. Yes, I can use them perfectly well.[/i]
He advanced toward them, lineless palms still turned outward, still smiling. His eyes sparkled with warm and lunatic joy.

[b]Flagg-[/b] "My name is-"[b](endquote)[/b] The memories flooded back into his head with the force of a tidal wave. He blinked rapidly and dropped to his knees, lineless palms brushing the sand. Vegas. His army. The Superflu. The Free Zone. Trashcan Man. The A-Bomb... He rolled over, eyes up to the sky. That wasn't supposed to have happened. He never remembered his entire past life, only bits and pieces. He knew what he was. He knew who he was. And he knew what had to be done. He got slowly to his feet, again feeling the effects of hunger.

[b]Tribesman-[/b] "[i]Yun-nah![/i]" Flagg looked at the loincloth clad man. He had forgotten they were there. He tried to smile again, and only got a grimace. Something was terribly wrong with... with everything.

[b]Flagg-[/b] "My name..." He cleared his throat. "My name is Randall Flagg. I need food," he made eating gestures, "and water," drinking gestures. The man nodded and motioned for Flagg to follow them. They started walking through the forest. Flagg attempted to sort things out in his head.

Something was wrong... He knew what it was, but couldn't comprehend it quite yet. It was like his mind was a car, it still needed to warm up a bit. He trudged through the forest, thinking of how unlikely it was that he should be endowed with this knowledge. Obviously these people were either too stupid to realize it, or just didn't know. Something was wrong with... He cursed under his breath. He'd almost had it.

A vine whipped him firmly in the face. He fell to the forest floor. The tribesmen shrank away as he stood. Afraid of retaliation. That made him feel good. Powerful. And suddenly, it clicked.

[b]Flagg-[/b] "Sonofabitch..." He staggered, and fell again. "Oh shit..." He rolled on his side and vomited up milky white bile. "No..." He vomited again. The tribesmen hoisted him up and dragged him back to their village, trying to subdue his dry heaving on the way.

He woke up on a bed made of bamboo and draped with some kind of animal skin. He blinked his eyes clear and looked down. There had been baskets piled with food and pots laden with water. He drank eagerly, without thinking, and vomited the water right back up. Dehydrated... He drank a few swallows and quickly chased them with a few bites of fruit. The fruit felt acidic on his cracked throat, but he barely noticed. A thought slowly formed in his mind.

His creator needed to be saved. And he was to help.

???
P.S.
Just a note, in the story my character is from, he loses his memory at the end. It's not going to happen with every character. Thought I'd just say that in case.[/size]

[Domon]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkGreen]Adian had at one moment been running for his life and then he was asleep clutching something that felt like a sword handle. When he came to he clutched a handful of sand in his left hand and he could feel the warmth of the sun on his face. As he sat up he could feel the heat radiating about him.

"By the unconquered sun where am I?!" Adian cried out in shock, he then felt his caste mark, not so much as truely felt it as he knew it was there. Adian got a firmer grip on his Daiklave and he knew it should have felt heavier but the sword felt light as a feather and then he noticed three slots made for the magical stones known as Hearthstones. Unfortunately Adian didn't have any of the stones with him. The new Solar stood up and stretched his body and soon started walking around the island to see where he was. When he'd walked about halfway around the beach he soon noticed footprints in the sand.

"Maybe I was only spirited away to one of the outlaying islands, just so long as I'm not near the Crimson Empress's palace." Adian thought as he remembered the tales he'd heard about how the Empress would devour new Solar Exalts and take their power for her own uses. Gripping the Daiklave, Adian set off into the jungle.

The foilage was thick and the air was thick with humidity and heat. Adian had soon shed his cloak and stored it in a small bag he'd taken with him. This had helped cool Adian down somewhat but he still was sweating when he finally heard some noise. Reaching deep into his power, Adian used his abilities to jump up onto a branch and he walked delicately across it and lept to the next one as quietly as a ninja. He felt invigorated as he jumped from branch-to-branch the rest of the way.

Adian soon came upon a clearing where a small and rather primative village sat. The locals were going about with their daily routine. That was however until a strangely clad person, even by Adian's standards and there were strange clothed people in his world too, walked out of a hut. Adian dropped down off a branch and landed quietly on the ground and stayed crouched and prowled very quietly towards the man and when he was close enough. Adian stood up and walked up next to the man.

"Well. You're quite the strangely dressed one aren't you?" He said, forgetting his cast mark was showing. (the cast mark is of the full sun as it would be in the daylight.)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Retribution]

[size=1][b](quote)[/b]
[I]Sleekshifter[/I] was printed in elegant calligraphy across the hull of the light-weight class cruiser. It was the first ship ever to enter what the inhabitants of Earth called their Solar System ? and it broke into it with amazing speed. Its silver majesty could be seen sailing across the blue skies of the world, as if it were a diamond floating across Caribbean waters. Telescopes swiveled, at the new intruder. NASA marveled at the phenomenon, reaching out to it with every medium of communication known. As the jewel cut through space, it swiftly grew in size in the skies of earth.

?Is this?a civilized planet? Could I live here?? The voice whispered with a trembling note of emotion resounding through the sentences. Simultaneously, he tapped commands into the hologram-display, sending signals back to Earth. His message resounded throughout every audio-device in the world ? loudspeakers cracked, headphones spat, television and radio heralded the glorious message.

?I mean no harm.?

Screams rose out of Manhattan, cries of fear screeched out of Tokyo, anarchy reigned in Paris. Through his connection, he could hear it all, simultaneously; the fear, the hate of him, the awe.

[I]Are you God?
Death! Kill ?em all!
My life? it?s over, because of you.
Save us.
World peace?[/I]

His speakers screamed out their messages to him ? merciless with their thousand tongues. He clasped his hands over his ears in terror as the world overwhelmed him. Then, silence.

One voice, cutting through it all.

[I]Where are you from? What language do you speak? This is NASA, the country of the United States of America?s space exploration program talking to you currently.[/I]

?I speak over seven dialects of Rell ? that more than covers all of your world?s languages. Claro que sí. I mean you no harm.?

?Please orbit the Earth and await further instructions, if you wish to meet us.?

He was not a man of contumaciousness, however the idea of staying away from other humans for another second longer tore at him viciously. He would not stand for it, just as a hungry man presented with a feast would not waste time on manners or other pleasantries. He throttled [I]Sleekshifter[/I] at the Pacific Ocean, cutting a gash in the Earth?s atmosphere, and two seconds later, the Ocean. The water parted before his cruiser touched it, and created a small path for him to enter, and rushed back into place as he dove below sea-level. He rested there for a moment, cherishing the silence of the voices, muffled by the seawater. With his eyes closed, his mind reached out to them, touching them, assuring them he was indeed human and gentle and quiet.

It was then Christian realized he had a mission. He had a purpose on the planet.

He had to save his Creator.
[b](endquote)[/b]

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OOC: Was that alright, Corey? IM me if it wasn?t.[/size]

[Corey]

[size=1][b]?-[/b] "Well. You're quite the strangely dressed one aren't you?" Flagg whirled around to see who spoke. He stopped, but the world kept going, and fell to the ground, face first. A small grunt escaped him, and then the world draped itself in black. He heard the person speak from far off, but couldn't make anything out. His vision cleared, and he found himself propped against a tree, the man kneeling in front of him. "Are you ok?" Flagg made an attempt to talk, but all that came out was a gurgle.

[b]Flagg-[/b] "No..." That summed everything up in one simple sylable. Nothing was ok. The very fabric of existance might unravel, and he had to save it. [i]Save[/i] it. He wasn't the hero, but the antihero. The so called 'bad guy'. In prior lives, he murdered kings and 'served' bloody ones. He wove himself into and out of every single world present in all dimensions. He was the 'Grim Reaper'. He was the 'Boogieman'. He was the thing that went bump in the night. And now he had to help, instead of hurt. "No, I'm not ok." But he wouldn't say any of that out loud. "I'm dehydrated, and have reason to believe I've recently died." He look into the ma... Boys eyes, and felt a small flare of hatred spark to life inside his black soul. The boy flinched, sensing the change.

[b]Adian-[/b] "Umm..." Flagg smiled his beautifully fake smile, and extingushed the look from his eyes. It was an art, deception. One he'd had eons to master.

[b]Flagg-[/b] "Sorry about that... Thought you were someone I once knew. Trick of the light, I guess." He tittered, the sound of bones falling on cold pavement, and tried to rise to his feet. He sat down quickly when the world started to grey over. "Not quite yet..." He looked at the boy again. The hatred was still there, but he subdued it. Not letting it shine through his mask of friendliness. "So," he cleared his throat, "what name do you go by?" The boy straightened up.

[b]Adian-[/b] "Adian, Adian Tepet. Nice to meet you..." Flagg smiled his most insincere genuine smile.

[b]Flagg-[/b] "Randall Flagg."[/size]