Vicky Posted October 25, 2006 Share Posted October 25, 2006 [CENTER][IMG]http://img112.imageshack.us/img112/9452/giftsandcursestv5.png[/IMG] [SIZE=1]M-LVS[/CENTER] [CENTER][B]ARIES - Fire[/B] MARCH 21 - APRIL 20 [B]TAURUS - Earth[/B] APRIL 21 - MAY 21 [B]GEMINI - Air[/B] MAY 22 - JUNE 21 [B]CANCER - Water[/B] JUNE 22 - JULY 23 [B]LEO - Fire[/B] JULY 24 - AUG 23 [B]VIRGO - Earth[/B] AUG 24 - SEPT 23 [B]LIBRA - Air[/B] SEPT 24 - OCT 23 [B]SCORPIO - Water[/B] OCT 24 - NOV 22 [B]SAGITTARIUS - Fire[/B] NOV 23 - DEC 22 [Excluding Nov. 30] [B]CAPRICORN - Earth[/B] [Vicky] DEC 23 - JAN 20 [B]AQUARIUS - Air[/B] JAN 21 - FEB 19 [B]PISCES - Water[/B] FEB 19 - MAR 20 [B]OPHIUCHUS - Unknown[/B] [Revelation] NOV 30[/CENTER] Those dates are sacred nights for each star sign. Most people don?t believe in astrology; it?s just predictions and star signs, nothing special. During their sacred days nobody notices that it?s their time, the night is theirs and no one else?s not born under their symbol. Nobody sees beyond the world in front of them, stars and gifts are nothing to them because it hasn?t happened yet. In time, the world of astrology will change forever. The most unique specimens of nature will be chosen, specially, and given gifts that will help them in their lives and others. They will be granted powers beyond their imagination as proof that the stars hold more than a glimpse of light. This is the Gift of the Zodiac. Unfortunately, times change. The personality of individuals so many years ago were never really influenced by society and society was never serious enough to influence then. Most Caprricornians, for example, would stay loyal to what their personality and characteristics would be, for the most part, as would any other star sign. When it was decided, by unknown forces, that the gifts were to be given out it was in a time of peace where everything was normal over four hundred years ago. Compared to today, Earth was at more peace than it could imagine. But now society does effect us. People grow up and are influenced by the outside world. Their personalities change for bad or good, they change who they are the keep up with the latest fashions and their very soul is tainted by the disease society invites. Even mental diseases set themselves in, anxiety, anorexia, phobias and behavioural disorders? all examples of everything that is increasing because of how society is changing. The Gift of the Zodiac was given at a very, very bad time. Now because of all these problems present in children the Gift becomes the Curse. Their gifts depend on the chosen one?s mental state and what they are most focused on at the very second? and in today?s world their focus is flawed, guilty, [I]disturbed[/I]. The Gift that was meant to show the world what the stars could do has turned into a weapon of mass destruction. Once these chosen few find out that they are not alone with these gifts, that others have them, jealousy, bitterness and war will sink into their souls and they won?t last a second in each others company. There is a deep, dark secret behind these gifts, darker than the teenagers and young adults who posses them. Amongst the hate, passion and desire they find themselves in, will the meaning behind all this be revealed? Only time will tell, if there is any left after the sinister destruction that lies ahead. [CENTER][B]The Gift and the Curse[/B][/CENTER] On one fateful night you were doing something that you shouldn?t normally be doing. Or maybe it was normal, but it wasn?t normal for other people. You were sat their listening, doing, or even thinking, when something happened. You?re not sure what it was, you?re not sure if it was the cause of your wrong doing or you?re not sure if it was the drugs you had taken? it was just a feeling you had never felt before. Despite this, you go on with whatever it was you were doing and sleep? ?Only to wake up the next morning with powers that connect to the night before. Maybe you were drinking your very first alcoholic drink, and you wake up in the morning noticing that your own spit is alcoholic and quickly intoxicates anyone within range of your very breathe. This causes a problem for you; you?re working to become a child carer, but you can?t if you get the kids drunk by speaking to them. Or maybe you were at the most ear-splitting concert in your life and you felt strange when the singer opened his mouth and unleashed a high-pitched squeal. You let it pass, but when you wake up the next morning and yawn, the mirror shatters. It takes you awhile but then you notice that your voice can produce strange sound frequencies that shatter glass with ease. Your problem is that you?re very, very loud and wanted to be an actor. Not anymore. Perhaps you were a nice, good kid, blowing out your birthday candles. Happy birthday. You sleep, even though it felt wrong, and wake up the next morning. When you sneeze you blow out fire, scorching your carpet. You can breathe [I]fire[/I]. Because of you?re allergies, you?ll be sneezing a lot. Oh dear. [B][CENTER]These are the Gifts and the Curses of the Zodiac. Whatever gift you obtain it has a dark, dark curse beneath it. Or maybe [I]you?re[/I] the curse and your terrible personality will be the downfall. Either way, 13 of you have something in common, 13 of you must find out what it is you have inside you? and 13 of you must resist the urge to destroy each other. Have fun.[/B][/CENTER] [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [13 ? 30] [B]Star Sign:[/B] [Note: If your desired sign is already taken, go for it anyway. Best sign-up wins. PM me for a place other than a star sign if they?re all taken and I?ll see if I can let you in or not.] [B]Powers:/Night[/B] [Night must be between your star sign dates, doesn?t have to be your birthday. Remember, your power has a very, very extreme curse, whether it be the power itself or your character. Also note that it has to link to what your character was doing on the night. Be creative.] [B]Appearance:[/B] [No cartoon/anime pictures please guys, written is fine] [B]Personality:[/B] [This is the interesting part. Every single character must be unique so that characters can clash. Your powers, in a way, will reflect your personality. I don?t want every character to have issues or something, just because your character is nice doesn?t mean they have to have a nice, girly power. Powers can reflect the deeper side of your character that can be revealed later, but the powers, your zodiac element and your personality will all link in later on.] [B]Biography/Sample:[/B] [Biography or a post with your character in it. Don?t care. Length can be anything as long as it?s good and it proves your worth.][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Revelation Posted October 25, 2006 Share Posted October 25, 2006 [size=1][color=#4B5B5B][B]Name-[/B] Juliet Han [B]Age-[/B] 24 [B]Star Sign-[/B] Ophiuchus [B]Powers/Night-[/B] November 30 Life for Juliet was unpredictable. One night she and a group of friends would be at an extravagant party, then another night they?d be found out on the waters during a bad storm. For Juliet and her friends, the nightlife was their life. It was what they thrived for but that particular night, one of Juliet?s friends had prepared a surprise. Though she wasn?t one for surprises, Juliet decided to go along with this façade and follow her friend, only to end up at a tattoo/piercing parlor. A small glint in her eye was all that her friend needed to know that bringing her there was the perfect gift. However, once she and her friend began to leave, an unspeakable terror occurred. Waking up in a cold sweat, Juliet looked around only to find the parlor filled with snakes and unconscious people. But the odd thing of it all was that she didn?t feel a tiny bit of fear; in fact there wasn?t a sliver of emotion that exuded from her. Yet upon seeing her friend, lying on the floor- though she wasn?t dead- brought back the emotion of shock. Through this emotion, Juliet somehow caused the unconscious people to awaken and the snakes to disappear. Confused yet filled with wonderment, Juliet has to experience the full extent of her powers or even experience the majority of her powers. Yet it has become known that the longer she uses her powers and the more she uses her powers, the more exhausted she becomes. As well as that if she was to come in contact with a large group of people like her, the harder it becomes for her to control her power. But, one thing that is known is that due to the suppression of her pain during the time she was getting her tattoo is the result of her eternal suppression of emotions. [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img292.imageshack.us/my.php?image=jeonjihyuneb4.png]Juliet[/URL]; [URL=http://www.jeon-ji-hyun.com/jeon-ji-hyun-may2-8.jpg]Juliet 2[/URL] [Juliet in a more contemporary outfit.] [B]Personality-[/B] One could say that Juliet is a being of two personalities or that she possesses two polar opposite personalities, and both would be true. Juliet?s personality revolves around the day and the night. During the day, she is a professional in personality and in appearance, speaking with a kind yet authoritative voice. She holds her head high and lets nothing stand in the way of her goals and accomplishments. While during the night, she is a rampaging thrill-seeker going on random adventures with friends. She cares nothing for what anyone says nor does she care for the risks involved in the things she does. In essence, Juliet is a complex being who could be kind one moment but turn into a feral person the next. One could suppose that it all depends on the environment around her to see what sort of person she is, yet they?ll never know who she truly is. [B]Biography/Sample-[/B] [B]?Tell me, Juliet, about that night.?[/B] The sound of his voice irritated her. She never liked coming to him and relaying her past to him. In fact, she didn?t like him at all. He was just another lackey of the government sent to maintain her ?good behavior.? [B]?Juliet??[/B] She sighed and opened her eyes, knowing that he would just sit there waiting for her answer. [B]?Which night??[/B] She was recumbent on the black velvet Victorian couch when he had asked her that question and like every session she?s had with him, she returned his question with a question before delving into her answer. He narrowed his broad question to, [B]?Tell me what happened a week after your birthday.?[/B] He sat there, pencil ready to jot down notes. Still laid down on the couch, Juliet closed her eyes again. She listened to the sounds around, the squeaking chair in which he sat in, the honking cars below, just everything around her. Before she replied, her mind fled back to that night. No matter how hard she tried, it wasn?t possible to forget. Juliet presumed it was only because he kept asking but there was a sliver of her being that said otherwise. [B]?It was a week after my birthday??[/B] Juliet knew she was talking about the past event but for some reason, she felt her subconscious slipping away. To where? She didn?t know? maybe she did. [center]+ + + + +[/center] The rain was pouring and a group of girls ran across the street to a nearby club. They were filled with laughter and joy, chattering up a storm while they dried themselves off before entering the club. It had been a week since the strange incident which happened on her birthday but Juliet thought nothing of it and went on to have a night with her friends. The music blared loudly as people danced to the beat. A couple of Juliet?s friends walked over to the bar, while the rest of them moved towards the gathering crowd of dancers. They danced their hearts out as they always did and eventually sat down moments later panting and fanning their faces. They laughed and talked about who wore the hottest item and things that girls normally talked about. It was a night filled with nothing but fun?but that came to a stall. Upon entering the dance floor again, one of Juliet?s friends had been approached by a man whom she didn?t know. Juliet could hear her friend respond with a ?No thanks? repeatedly, indicating that perhaps the man asked her to get a drink or dance with him. However, because she kept rejecting him he became agitated and grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. Frightened her friend struggled to pull away, causing a slightly large scene, enabling a defense mechanism in Juliet who was quite protective. Getting in between the two, Juliet said threateningly, [B]?Stay away from her.?[/B] The man snickered and stepped towards Juliet who stood in her place and said once more, [B]?I said stay away from her.?[/B] Grabbing her friend?s hand, she looked the man in the eye. [B]?I won?t repeat myself again.?[/B] With that she began to take her friend away until she felt a tug on her shoulder and a blur striking her in the face. A few gasps and cursing came from behind Juliet; running footsteps were heard as well. Juliet stood there as if everything was going through slow-motion. She held her face while hands tried to pull her away. The man stood there with his arms crossed and the dancers became onlookers interested in the event that was to happen. A smirk seemed to be plastered on the man?s face, as if it were mocking her for being a woman. Somehow the words that came out of his mouth were barely heard, in fact the sounds around her began to fade except for, [B]?Know your place, *****.?[/B] and that would be the last thing she heard before a sudden rage replaced her slow-motion shock. Whilst the rage consumed her, a power within seemed to build up within. [B]?You are not my master.?[/B] She responded. [B]?You nor anyone else has the right to tell me to know my place.?[/B] The man looked at Juliet with a raised brow. [B]?You don?t have the right??[/B] she looked up with glowing white gold eyes, [B]?to call me a [i]*****[/i].?[/B] After saying the last word, everything had become a haze. The next few moments were a blur but when coming to her senses, a man laid before her and snakes crawled everywhere. The people around her unconscious as they were in the parlor. [center]+ + + + +[/center] Still lying on the Victorian couch, Juliet knew she had finished her story. She heard him scribbling down some things. With a soft sigh, she stood up and began to walk towards the door. [B]"So I guess I'll be seeing you next week, Doc?"[/B][/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ginkaze Posted October 25, 2006 Share Posted October 25, 2006 Name: Cathrine kelly Age: 14 Star Sign: Pisces Powers:/Night: March 13th. Magic Powers, mostly water kind of magic. The problem is, whenever I am mad, sad, or surprised, my power activates, depending on the strength of the emotion. Anger is usually a strong, then jet stream of water shot at the person I'm mad with. Sadness and Surprise, all water mains and pipes burst, causing terrential flooding in a 50 ft radius. Appearance: She has long, blonde hair that is always messy, no matter what you put on it. She also has amazing stormy blue green eyes that seemed to be undecided between the colors blue, and green. She is 5' 4'', and is slightly long limbed. Personality: Fiery, is fierce with her oppinnion, backing it with almost any comment possible. If you get her angry enough though, she'll burst and cry at the same time. But no matter how fiery she may be, she is very loyal to her close friends. She'll often hide her emotions, much like a wounded animal, so you can never know what she is thinking. Biography: She is a straight A, student. Sorta what people would call a 'teachers pet'. She doesn't have many friends, but the friends that she does have are loyal and great. She doesn't do too well with other students, but does great with grownups and teachers. She is middle-class, having enough money to get by, but having little left over. Mostly, at school, she tries to keep her head down, but torments from other students often get to her, especially of it's about her family or friends. Sample: It was the night after her swim meet, she had won her first 1st place trophy. she smiled. Today was wonderfull. She laid down in bed, and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up, and got ready for school. She walked down the main street behind the agonizingly slow preppy-wannabes, who had the worst reputation at the shool. One turned back to look at her, and laughed, saying, " Ha! Look how she sulks, how low she is! She must be horrible, sulking like that! And her hair! It lookes like a RAT once lived in it! I bet not even a hundred pound weight could keep THAT frizz down!" Jazzy clenched her fists, one more comment, and she would loze it. " I bet she was soo ugly when she was born, the docter SLAPED HER MOTHER!" That was the last straw. She focused her storming eyes on the smug face of the girl, wishing how she could swipe it off. Suddenly, she raised her hand, and issued a long, thin strand of boiling hot water, aimed for her. The girls eyes widened, as it smacked her, burning almost her entire face. The water dissappeared, leaving Jazzy to stare dumbly at the girl. Her friends were huddled around her, and she saw one call 911. Panicking, she ran off the main street, jumped the barbed wire fence with new found agility, and ran into the forest, to hide from the hideous crime she never meant to do. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ikillion Posted October 25, 2006 Share Posted October 25, 2006 [color=#56995e][SIZE=1][FONT=Comic Sans MS][B]Name[/B]: Zane Xinatioa [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Star Sign:[/B] Aquarius [B]Powers/Night:[/B] January 22nd Ever since his birth, Zane had suffered from a terrible chronic illness to his lungs. He had always succumbed to random fits of coughing during random situations. These fits of coughing aren?t to horrible to his health as they seem, however with each one they cause a large amount of pain to spread through his chest. Every time that he had gone to the hospital though, they were always never able to find anything wrong with his respiratory system. With every disappointing trip to the hospital, Zane would be forced to go under his normal habits of life. Yet because of that one eventful day, he finally learned. He now had the ability to ?Breath? death. To be more specific on his powers, Zane has the ability to breath out gasses of a different make up. It can be anywhere from seeming harmless knock-out gas, to a corrosive gas. These do of course come with their own heavy curse. Every time he uses this power, he must consume the all of the oxygen within his area, leaving himself as well as the people around him with nothing to breath, although this can simply be cured by moving to a different place, there is also a more serious one. The other half of his curse is somewhat attributed to his coughing, after he uses his power he goes into a very painful coughing fit, most of the time this causes him to cough up blood if not bleed from the mouth. The more powerful gas that he breathes, the more blood and coughing that would ensue. If he was ever to use the strongest version of his power the pain would be so intense that it would cause him to fall unconscious. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/3096/teisodp1.jpg]Cliketh[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Throughout the course of his life, Zane has constantly been said that he had two people living within him. One side seems like an easy pushover, it is always one to bend to another?s will and seems to have no sense of self. It seems that when faced with an obstacle it would rather stand down and look away, be the non-aggressor in a sense of speaking; Wile the other one is rather harsh and violent. It tends to get out of hand when dealt with a simple problem, looking to seek a resolution in the most brutal and violent style possible. Zane?s personality is easily switched between these two but at times it can be so subtle that not a soul would be able to notice. [B]Biography/Sample:[/B] Today was meant to be just like any other, yet that couldn?t have been true since that wouldn?t have been a story of any interest. During this day, it was what one would call a memorial day. No not the official holiday, this memorial was for only one person. For today was the anniversary of Zane?s parents? deaths. Night had already cast its shady hands over the city, enveloping it in somewhat of a grim darkness. Where he had lived, night was the most dangerous time of the day where all kinds of crimes would take place. Rape, theft, arson and the like, however Zane had done his best just to be able to avoid these crimes by traveling underground through the subway. He didn?t really want any trouble from these thugs. As the train slowly began to come to a slow stop, feeling the gravity slowly begin to shift to the side as the train finally comes to a complete stop and the doors have re-opened and light shone into the car as all of the people inside of it slipped out into the open air once more. It seemed as if there wasn?t a single star in the sky at that moment. Maybe a single twinkle from some kind of a celestial object in the sky but for the most part it was nothing but a vast dark void. The streetlights around him seemed to twinkle on and off, changing at random intervals as he walked down the street. Time seemed to turn itself into nothing since before he could even come to comprehend where he was to be he was at his destination. How mysterious?he had arrived at a graveyard. The temperature was slowly beginning to cool as Zane walked through the Graveyard. He had to stop for a short moment due to a small yet painful coughing attack; they had been getting more frequent and painful as of late. Was it because his health was slowly beginning to decrease? Who knew at that point but it wasn?t too much longer until Zane had reached the destination that he had set out for in the first place. The gravestones shone like an oasis in a vast desert while Zane had looked down at them. He had of course prepared for this moment and slid out of his pocket a lighter as well as a couple of cigarettes. Certainly, this was suicide? For someone like him to do something like this would have easily brought up his death. He hadn?t cared though, since every year after their deaths, he had always done this and nothing bad had seemed to happen at least. He lit the end of one of them and began to smoke it. He felt the death cloud of smoke slide down into his lungs, bringing up another acute cough until? He felt a sharp pain inside of his body as he looked on at the graves until something happened. It was a feeling of bliss and pain, he felt as if he had infinite knowledge of everything in the universe for only a millisecond until it was gone once more, colors, signs, to many things to count flashed through his mind till he had succumbed to his ailment whatever it was and fell to the ground unconscious. He awoke not to much longer afterwards, still feeling dazed and confused as he sat up. He had been unable to avoid it this time as another coughing attack had befallen him. He could feel something building up until he gave a powerful cough, the grass around him had shriveled up into nothing but a small flake and died leaving a circle of dead grass around him. When he had tried to breathe he, couldn?t it felt like there was a vacuum around him as he struggled heavily to breathe? He didn?t find any kind of a resolve until he had moved to a new spot a small ways away from where he was while looking at the spot of death he had apparently caused. [B]?What the hell??[/B] He said in a gruff voice before he doubled over in pain. ------- Tis complete, Pm me if I need to change something.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Veritas Posted October 25, 2006 Share Posted October 25, 2006 [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Name: [/b]Dorian Mael[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Age:[/b] 23[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Star Sign:[/b] Aries[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Powers:/Night[/b] [i]April 1st[/i][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Dorian use to suffer from an extreme phobia of the dark due to being locked in a abandoned bomb shelter at the age of 7. He took this fear with him through his teenage years into adulthood before he ever tried to deal with it. At one of his regular visits to his shrink, he decided to try a new approach on Dorian, hypnotism. He would try to put Dorian back in the original event, Dorian's adult conscious might be able to suppress some of the hysteria and fear.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]In a twisted way it worked, Dorian's eyes have become ultra sensitive to light, making him able to see in complete darkness, but he is almost completely blind in normal light without pitch black shades, even then his vision is obscurred. Dorian also can manipulate darkness, covering a room in a light eating pitch black, although doing this tends to burn out or break lights in the area, as well as drive whoever is engulfed by the darkness insane. Dorian seems uneffected by the unnatural darkness, but maybe it is taking a slow toll on his own sanity.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j285/o_th1rt3en_o/juju.jpg"]CLick[/url] and [url="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j285/o_th1rt3en_o/jaswa.jpg"]cLicK[/url][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Personality:[/b] Strait foward, confident almost to the point of being cocky, kind but slightly rough around the edges, and rather charming. This is Dorian, but his appearance decieves most people of one his intelligence, and two his terrible fear of the dark. Though now that the latter is remedied Dorian's thrives during the night, enjoying every minute of the social scene. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]Dorian is very open with his emotions, and sometimes quite childish, though other times very mature. Which side shows just depends on what is better for himself, certain times it pays to be mature, and certain times you can get away with not being so. Dorian is very hot headed, and will not lose an arguement, you might be right, but Dorian will keep up the battle til you give in, even if he is argueing the sky is polka dotted.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]Basically if Dorian cares about you, or believes strongly in something he will stand by you or it til his death. He is extremely loyal and caring, just has a harder time showing it, and thats about the only emotion he struggles with. With Dorian it's always an extreme, there is rarely middle ground.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Biography/Sample: [/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"Dorian, how are things coming along, noticing any improvements?"[/b] Dr. Melenchek said warmly, though his eyes were practically rolling. He was tired of this case, and tired of Dorian, but money was money, even if nothing he did helped.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"You know the answer to that doc, same **** different day."[/b] Dorian stared at the plump balding man sitting leasurly in a large leather arm chair.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]Clasping his hands together he sighed [b]"I see, well if you want to take a seat we can get down to business."[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]Dorian roughly plopped down on the leather couch across from Dr. Melenchek, slouching in the soft cushions as the doctor looked down on him from his chair.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"I want to try something new today."[/b] Melenchek paused, shifting slightly in his chair continueing once settled. [b]"Your fear, it stems from that bomb shelter you were locked in as a child, well I think if you could face that moment again as an adult you might be able to overcome, or at least surpress your fear."[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]Standing up the doctor walked over to the blinds and shut them. [b]"When I put you under hypnosis, you are going to experience the terror that has haunted you til this very day, though it is only your memory of the event, basically you are in your own head, so theoreticly speaking if you imagine something in should happen or appear, understand?"[/b] Dr. Melenchek finished rolling over an office chair close to the head of the couch and sitting down.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"Yeah, whatever you say, just tell me what I need to do so we can get this over with"[/b] Dorain yawned, he was started to get tired of these visits too.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"I want you to lay down and focus on my voice, now follow my finger with you eyes" [/b]The doctor's voice began to fade, he was talking but it didn't make sense any more, like a baby babbling. The world began to fade, fade to black.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"Huh, what the hell."[/b] Dorian said looking around a pitch black room, strange shapes lurking in the darkness. His heart began pounding as fear crept along his skin, raising each hair on his body. His breathing began to shallow, as he backed up into a wall.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"It's ok, it's ok, concentrate, I can do this, imagine, imagine......" [/b]Suddenly the was something metallic within Dorian's grasp. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]After feeling along it's cool surface he figure out what it was, quickly opening it and lighting it. Cautiously he held the flame of the Zippo out in front of him, giving faint illumination to the room. It was rather abandoned, but the light made it alot less ominous, revealing the shadowed shapes to only be shelves and boxes. Dorian began to breath easy, slowly walking around the room looking at everything. [b]"This isn't that bad, maybe it's working."[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]As Dorian took another step foward something happened, he could feel something was wrong in his stomach. A strong burst of wind extinguished the light from the lighter, causing Dorian to panic. As he struggled to relight the flame the Zippo slipped out of his hand, falling to the floor. The darkness seemed darker than ever, and it was different it was almost alive. Shapes began to swirl around Dorian as he sat there panting, his heart racing like a formula 1 car. This was his limit, he snapped "[b]LET ME OUT OF HERE!!! DAMN YOU LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, let me out, lemme out, lemmeout, lemmot........"[/b] Dorian screamed before falling to the floor, shaking, curling up into the fetal position.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"Dorian wake up, wake up it's over, you ok?"[/b] The doctors voice was refreshing, like a cold glass of water on a hot day.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]Opening his eyes Dorian was forced to shut them again as a bright light was shining on them. [b]"Hey doc, what happened, what's with the light, can you get it out of my face it's bright as hell."[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"You started going into a shock I believe, and what do you mean light, I still have the blinds closed?"[/b] The doctor asked whiping a few beads of sweat from his forhead.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"I mean that light that's shining in my face you pig!"[/b] Dorian screamed opening his eyes, he could see, but nothing had a shadow, colors were faded, and Melenchek's face, it was ghost white. Sitting up Dorian kept his eyes on the doctor who was waiving his arms around like he was blind.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"Dorian, what is this? What is this darkness, I can't see, oh my god it's so dark, what's that AHHHH!"[/b] The doctor screamed as he fell to the floor and began to roll and shake.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]The room slowly began to get brighter and brighter, and it wasn't soon before Dorian had to shade his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a pair of sunglasses sitting on Melenchek's desk. He quickly put them on, not stylish at all, they looked like they were from a lost era, but he could actually see with them on, although his vision still wasn't the best. Looking down he could make out the basic shape of the doctor, who lay curled up on the floor shaking. Dorian couldn't see the details of his face, but his eyes seemed wide, like he had seen death, and who knows maybe he had.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"Case cured doc."[/b] Dorian said roughly, walking out of the office.[/color][/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vicky Posted October 25, 2006 Author Share Posted October 25, 2006 [SIZE=1]lol. You guys do realise that anyone could come along and steal you place even [I]after[/I] a finished sign-up? Unless your name is down already, of course. But it doesn't matter, I definitely like the fact that a lot of people have joined already. Keep in mind that if someone goes for your place, do [I]not[/I] take your sign-ups down. I won't be doing a final listing until after the sign-ups are closed, it'll be based on finished sign-ups, creativity... yeah, you get the idea. And even if you don't get the star sign you might still have a place in the RPG. Sabazi, remember that the images must be real life pictures, I'm afraid. Ginkaze, love your sign-up, but maybe you should add more to your biography section. You can have a sample and a biography, so maybe some background information about your character? And your personality, they're one of the main parts of the RPG, so maybe you could add a little to that. If you want to, that is. I'll be back shortly to edit out the possible typos in my sign-up. [B]Name:[/B] Daniel Anderson [Dani] [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Star Sign:[/B] Capricorn - Earth [B]Powers:/Night[/B] [I]January 10th[/I] For almost eleven years Dani (he prefers that name to his real name) has suffered from OCD, or so he was told. Dani himself believed that whatever was wrong with him wasn?t a mental issue. He would suffer from incredibly dark, disturbing thoughts which he didn?t want. In time he learnt to accept this, but it was more like the thoughts controlled [I]him[/I]. He discovered this on the night, it preyed on his mind; control, the dark images, his obsessions and compulsions? then it happened. Now Dani posses the ability to act on his dark thoughts. He can put them inside people?s heads, bring them to life and, his favourite part of his power, to mentally persuade people to act out his own desires, or even worse his long hated obsessions thanks to OCD. This is power is not without his curse. Any image brings back memories in Dani, for one, and it never works for the good of things. He cannot help people, himself and if it is intended to help in some way (like stopping a guard) then it will always be jinxed and backfire? but not always on Dani. In some cases people have been killed when his power has back-fired. [B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG] http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/366/2nk7.jpg[/IMG] Dani Filth?. Ooooh. See also [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2d/COF_07_2006.jpg]Here with ?make-up?[/URL] and [URL=http://www.cradleoffilth.com/Images/Dan/18.jpg]Here[/URL]. [B]Personality:[/B] Almost eleven years ago, Dani was diagnosed with OCD. He claimed it wasn?t true and anything he experienced was his own fault. This statement made by him, that every dark deed, every horrible image he didn?t want and every obsession he had to control these thoughts, would be the basis for his personality. Dani doesn?t actually believe that there?s hope for anyone. Although that seems a bit cliché for his appearance, he believes this with his soul. He?s the man in the background who sits there making a sarcastic comment, who laughs in the face of heroics and would much rather prefer to get his death over with rather than waste time. He isn?t evil, despite what he says deep down he?s a good man, even if he tells people to f-*** off every now and then. His strong belief that the disturbing images and urges placed in his mind are his own doing have caused him to be quite? well, not the sort of person you should socialize with. He enjoys with all his heart and soul to talk to people, convince them of things they didn?t want to know and share his experiences with them. To be blunt, Dani hates most people. He hates posers, people who pretend to love the dark side, religion, cry-babies, journalists, stereotypes (hence why he doesn?t stereotype himself), shopkeepers, bisexual people for being greedy and, frankly, most teenagers. Dani won?t hurt these people (much) unless they really p*** him off, but he won?t hesitate to tell them to f-*** off if they give him so much as a dirty glance. [B]Biography/Sample:[/B] Daniel Anderson grew up listening to classic rock, rap music and the very occasional metal. He spent most of his days playing football and hanging out with his friends, having fun as a child should have. In high school he decided to pick up the drums and learn them, which he did. For unknown reasons in high school he started developing an obsession with taping beats he had learnt, unbuttoning and re-buttoning the first button on his collar constantly and trying to block out the images in his head, mostly of acts he won?t even repeat as an adult. When Dani was 13, he was told he had OCD. He didn?t accept this fact. There came a time after that when Dani, instead of the medical explanation, accepted the fact that this was who he was. He was a very, very sadistic person whether he liked it or not and he was drawn to the gothic scene from there on. It wasn?t long until he was listening to all types of heavy metal, death metal and everything he thought he?d never like. Dani was given a hard time in school for his choice of music and fashion but that didn?t bother him. The only thing that did bother him was the impulses he got and the obsessions he developed from them. With no one to turn to (or no one he wanted to turn to), Dani got very, very angry. He started getting annoyed at the people he claimed to ?fake? being sinister, stereotypes and people who teased him. Dani became very violent in the final three years of his high school life, losing most of his friends and failing most of his exams, putting his vast intelligence to waste. He was not ashamed of his actions. He felt that his disturbing imagery was the basis for his life and that was who he would be forever. He fell out with his parents and left home when he was 17, never speaking to them again. Dani became involved in groups of people that even the most daring teenagers would not mix with. He didn?t have any girlfriends, only conquests, which was very dangerous for Dani because he let some of his compulsions control him. When one loyal friend, perhaps the only person, suggested Dani was letting his ?divine? thoughts control him, Dani was shocked. One his worst impulses is the overwhelming desire to harm teenagers (strangers mostly). He used to deal with this by tapping a drum beat that required a lot of concentration but the constant tapping made some of Dani?s ?friends? mad. Dani didn?t want to lose them so he stopped. One night, a drunken young teenager was going home from a party. As Dani?s friends joked about teenage stereotypes and fashions, Dani suggested attacking the teenager. His friends, thinking it was a joke, encouraged Dani merely to scare the boy. Dani, however, carried out the act swiftly and horribly. He lost his friends and their respect that night. Once again he was told he was letting his dark thoughts control him, like a puppet and not the master. Dani went home that night and thought about it, he thought about it all night long, getting a strange sensation at one point. He slipped into a dream at about 4am in the morning, waking up late in the afternoon. Although he was still a little shocked about his friends it didn?t stop him from going to the earliest party he could find. There, he joked with a naïve woman and suggested that she cut the word ?desire? into her arm. The woman, laughing, went to the bathroom. She came back and, to Dani?s amazement, had the word desire cut into her arm. As time went by Dani knew something was terribly wrong. His images were not controlling him anymore, most obsessions were going away and he had amazing abilities. He didn?t believe things at first, he didn?t believe he could make the room seem like it was being overtaken by darkness, he didn?t believe he could make a person image they were being attack, he didn?t believe he could play his horrible desires into their heads and place suggestions in their minds. He decided he didn?t need friends, he was his own comfort and his own god. Dani was, at first, very sadistic about his new power. He abused it so many times. One night he didn?t want to pay for his drinks and suggested the bartender pay him instead. This mere suggestion led to an argument with the staff and Dani, just playing around, implanted a few dark violent thoughts. Only a few. This led to almost mass murder in one bar. Dani pretends he intended this, that it didn?t effect him, but it did. Severely. He will not let it show but sometimes he scares himself.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Disenchanted Posted October 26, 2006 Share Posted October 26, 2006 [SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B] Eden Bourne [B]Age:[/B] 22 [B]Star Sign: [/B] Virgo - Earth [B]Powers:/Night[/B] [I] September 10th [/I] Ever since she could remember Eden had been averse to flying. One day, due to the persistent nature of her grandfather, Eden was coaxed into taking a plane flight to see him. The ride was going smoothly, for the most part, and she felt fine. That was until they hit a violent spot of turbulence and the whole plane began to shake. The turbulence lasted for so long and was so violent that everyone on board believed they were going to die. Eden most of all, her heart beat went sky wards and she felt as if she was going to throw up because of the force of the shaking. The next thing she remembers was being woken up by a smiling flight attendant, telling her they were coming in to land. Whenever she felt fear, annoyance or anger from that day onwards she would cause things to shake. Objects, people, whole rooms, it was like she could cause earthquakes in whatever or whoever was making her upset. The more powerful her emotions the more violent the shaking would become. She got so annoyed at work at one point she caused a quake around her office building. The mos terrible thing is when she causes people to shake, they actually convulse more than shake, their bodies twisting with pain. Her powers are triggered by her thoughts and feelings, she would never express anger towards someone but she would think it, sometimes sending that person into an uncontrollable fit. Depending on the strength of her emotion or thought, not only a person or thing could be affected but a whole room or building. [B]Appearance:[/B] Eden [URL=http://img131.imageshack.us/img131/1668/edenvq9.png][here] [/URL] and[URL=http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/3805/eden4qk8.png] [here][/URL] [B]Personality: [/B] Eden is reserved; she keeps emotions such as anger, annoyance and fear bottled up inside her, rarely displaying them. She will just smile and move on, even if she has jus been insulted. She hates conflict and will back down in an argument just to keep the peace. She is easily intimidated and she hates this about herself, automatically retreating if she is threatened. Eden is easily frightened, which can be very troublesome, as things start to shake then. She believes in a naive concept that there is good in everyone, despite how they act. She is also very tenacious, never giving up on her goals or on people. Even if they seem completely lost. Eden hates violence and fighting, so much so that she will run almost anywhere to get away from it. She feels sick at the sight of blood, especially others and will run in the opposite direction attempting to hold down vomit.She is prone to out bursts of extreme annoyance and anger after she has suppressed those emotions for so long and can?t hold them in anymore, these are very rare though. She can get violent in this state, something she despises the thought of. [B]Biography:[/B] Eden spent most of her schooling years evading the bitchiness of the more favored girls. The boys were attracted to her; she had good looks and mostly kept to herself, which seemed to enhance this mystery all the males thought she had. Her parents were always overseas on political business. Eden?s upbringing was left in the hands of her only living grandparent. Her Grandfather from her fathers side. He was a gentle man, kind and always interested in hearing about her day. No matter how boring or horrible it was. His name was Doctor Robert Charles Bourne and he was the only real family she considered herself to have. When she wasn?t doing schoolwork she was sorting though his many books on Ancient societies. She adored the fact that he was an archeologist and hopped to be one like him someday. Her Grandfather was the only one who she put up with school for, not her parents and certainly not herself. The other females in her year were constantly picking fights with her; some of them were more aggressive than rabid dogs. Eventually she became fed up with the constant denying and debating and just gave in. The more they insulted, pushed, yelled and threatened the more she kept quiet. This practice went on for most of her later junior school days and well into senior years. Eden was eventually programmed with the default ability of retreat and acted wounded. She not only did this with the people at school but also with her ?parents?. Every time it was her birthday they would so graciously clear their busy diplomatic schedules and come visit her. She grew too loath her birthdays; they would always end up in a screaming match between her father mother and grandfather. If her grades were slipping even the slightest they would scream at the old man, they would never ever listen to his comments about her becoming an archeologist. Their daughter would go into politics and that was that. Eden totally ignored them and perused a carrier following in her grandfather?s footsteps. She was on her way to meet him in Africa overseeing a dig two days before her birthday when the plane started to shake from turbulence. That plane ride set in motion some disturbing events. Almost the most dramatic being her inadvertently destroying her grandfathers dig site. They eventually attributed the quake to unstable rock formation, but Eden knew better. Luckily no one was hurt, but the site was rendered completely useless. 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Ozymandius Jones Posted October 26, 2006 Share Posted October 26, 2006 [SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed][B]Name:[/B] Charles de Fontaine [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Star Sign:[/B] Leo - Fire [B]Powers:/Night:[/B] The Night of Charles' powers was a bad one for him, and for London in general. He was part of a gang muscling in on another gang's territory, and it looked like they were winning - until he and three others were grabbed by the rival gang, beaten andabused in other ways, tossed in a dumpster and set alight. The next morning, he woke up covered in cuts, bruises and ashes, but no burns...he wrote the whole incident off as him being stoned and hallucinating, until he wound up - in rapid succession - melting a tattoo artist's pen, his switchblade, and a heroin needle. Charles' blood is now liquid fire. He's not sure how something like that is even possible, but it seems to be the case. He can heat things with his touch, and his blood can set things on fire. As a result, he doesn't touch people often, and takes [I]massive[/I] precautions to not get cut. [B]Appearance:[/B] [img]http://xs108.xs.to/xs108/06434/charles.jpg[/img] [B]Personality:[/B] Hot tempered and passionate, with a short fuse - basically the psychological version of his power. He believes in live fast, die young, that justice - if it even exists - must be something brought about by the people wronged, even if it means taking 'justice' into his own hands. He's fiercely loyal, provided there's something in it for him - it is hard to gain that loyalty, though, as he's paranoid and suspicious. [B]Biography/Sample:[/B] Charles never knew his parents. He only remembers the gang. He was raised by a street punk named Carlos, initiated into his gang at a very young age. All he's ever really known is the streets, fighting, stealing and roughing people up. He's held jobs, on and off, never steady and he always got fired for his drawers coming up short. He gave up on legitamate jobs before he turned 18, turning, instead, to the more lucrative drugs and other illegal business. He failed as a dealer, though, when he disobeyed the one main rule: Never get hooked on the stuff you're selling. Cocaine became his drug-of-choice, the money he made from selling going directly back into buying. He was a mid-rank in the gang when he and several others decided to discourage some interlopers - the discouraging backfired miserably when they ran into a group of about twenty from the other side. He doesn't remember much about that night, at all. Just a lot of pain, and a lot of fire. It ended with the others dead, and he was left alive but ostracized for surviving something like that. Since that night, he's left London, heading for...anywhere, really.[/COLOR][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
only1specialed Posted October 26, 2006 Share Posted October 26, 2006 [FONT=Georgia][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Eddie Galvez [B]Age[/B]: 21 [B]Star Sign[/B]: Scorpio/water [B]Powers[/B]:/Night Nov 4th Snowboarding late at night, which is forbidden on the mountain due to low visibility, Eddie was going a little too fast and took a nasty spill. Landing face first in the snow he felt no pain but instead a weird sensation in his body. He got up and continued down the hill. Soon the resort security found him snowboarding and chase Eddie to stop. Eddy quickly panic and ran off. Managing to get away by a hair he return home and tried to sleep. He just kept tossing and turning all night. That weird feeling just bugging him all night. The next morning Eddie woke up colder than he?s ever been. He threw on some warm clothes and headed outside. Walking around the resort he saw same security guard and manage to avoid him. He turned the corner and bump into someone. That someone was the security guard and once the guard realized who he bumped into he snag Eddie by the collar and slammed him onto the wall. ?your that punk from yesterday? Eddie got furious getting looked down on by the security guard and he just wanted to get rid of him. At the moment Eddie felt cold so cold even the security guard felt it. Eddie shoved the guard off of him and at the same time a dozen icicles stuck out of his hands and arms penetrating the guard several times and killing him on the spot. Eddie freaked out at what happened and ran off before anyone could see who did it. Now at random times hes body will be covered with ice or the icicles will shoot out but not as big the ones that killed the guard. [B]Appearance[/B]: he?s 5?10 and has a natural tan. He likes to wear dark blue baggy jeans with a red shirt that has a big tribal symbol on the back that looks like the ying-yang symbol. He wears black skater shoes and has short dark brown hair that he spikes up. He also wears a red sweat band on his left hand and a blue sweat band on his right hand. [B]Personality[/B]: Eddie is the kind of person that will always be willing to give a helping hand. He?s always been someone that people can talk too. He?s friendly and always likes to laugh. He?s someone who does not back down from anything and always stands behind what he believes in. He hates people who think they are better than everyone else and people who really wont stand up for themselves. But there?s more to Eddie than meets the eye?. [B]Biography/Sample[/B]: Eddie was born and raised in his home country El Salvador moving to this country at the age of 15. It was around this time that Eddie would start feeling strange during the winter seasons and on his birthday but he thought nothing of it at the time. At first Eddie hated everyone in this new country. Everyone was spoiled and took everything for granted while his cousins who still live in his homeland live with the bare minimum. Over time his feelings for the people change. He got a job at a dialysis and on his spare time he would do volunteer work with children and head over to the local gym to practice his boxing. He loved working with the kids at the school he volunteered at. He would always play games with them and would tell them stories of the Ice King. the children always loved when Eddie was volunteering it made they day brighter. On his spare time he would go to the gym. He would practice his boxing techniques vigorously. He was looked up to by some of the younger boxing hopefuls. When all is set and down Eddie would come home to his girlfriend and live his days happily. Then one that fateful day when he killed that guard his whole life change. Now at random times icicles would stick outta his arms and his body would be covered with ice from time to time. One day at work on of his co-worker slapped him in the back. In that instant Eddie heard screaming. He quickly turned around to see that his co-worker was stabbed several times on his hand. Eddie felt something crawling down his back and other co-workers showed up to see what was going on only to see their co-worker on the floor screaming and Eddie standing there with blood running down his back and a ripped shirt. No one knew what happened and they thought both Eddie and his co-worker were attack by someone. That same day Eddie went to the gym wondering what the hell happened and figured he can forget about it by focusing on his boxing. He headed to the punching bag and punched it as hard as he could. His arm got stuck on the punching bag and he saw exactly why. More icicles bigger than the ones that killed the guard were protruding from his arms and were all going into the punching bag he hit. Right after that Eddie grabbed his stuff and ran home. The guys in the gym wondering what the hell happened to the bag to make the sand come out. Eddie went home confused with what had happened and why it was happening. His girlfriend came home and found Eddie in the shower with boiling hot water. She tried to stop him but he told her to stay away. The hot water was not affecting him at all since he had ice covering his body. Hours later he finally calmed down and talk with his girlfriend. He told her what happened and why hes freaking out. She tried to calm him down and hold him but Eddie would move away. Then slowly she reach out and touch his arm???nothing happened. That night they found out that the icicles only appear when his body has too much pressure pushed on it , the more pressure on his skin the bigger and sharper the spikes will be, and the ice will cover his body when it?s too hot. From then on Eddie became a bit distant from everyone else until he met the others?????[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ezekiel Posted October 27, 2006 Share Posted October 27, 2006 [SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Elizabeth Connor [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Star Sign:[/B] Libra--Air [B]Powers:/Night[/B]-October 15th The night had been one of a summer storm, the roiling black clouds gathered tightly over Beth?s small, quiet town. There wasn?t much for the local young things to do at night, so an impressive display of lightning through clouds was welcome. A group of five twenty-somethings had climbed up to the top of a water tower, smoking and drinking and having a genuine good time. Beth had been one of them, a bottle of beer in her hand as she watched the lighting rip it?s way through the sky. She could have sworn it was getting closer, but the reassurance of her friends caused her to forget about her worries. However, as is usually the case with tragedies, the storm took a sudden turn for the worse. Rain began to poor and just as the group of friends made their way toward the small iron ladder, a bolt of lightning struck the top of the tower. Beth, the last to reach the ladder, was struck and thrown to the muddy ground to the screams of her friends. To their shock and amazement she sat up, the only injury being a nasty bump to the head. Her clothes were singed, but her body seemed to be fine. The young woman could only look at her hands, reaching out to be pulled up. It was only when her friend screeched and recoiled in pain did she realise something was wrong, that being the small crackles of electricity shooting out from her fingers. Beth?s hands, where she had been gripping the tower, are now constantly charged with electricity. Obviously this is a problem when it comes to holding anything, and the only way she can overcome it is by wearing thick rubber gloves. She also acts as a sort of lightning conductor, which is obviously a pain if she ever has to walk outside during a storm. While she isn?t worried about being hit by lighting, she fears putting another person in danger. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.born-today.com/Today/pix/manson_shirley.jpg]Beth[/URL] Beth stands at 5'6'' and usually dresses pretty casual, not bothering overmuch with makeup and hairstyles. [B]Personality: [/B] Beth was never the most confident of people, much prefering to sit at home on her couch rather than to go out. When questioned about it she would laugh and say she was too lazy to get herself ready and presentable, but a few close friends suspected she was just scared of the unknown. She admits to having a great fear of rejection, which is the reason why she finds it so hard to socialise or even have a partner. With her new power she has an even greater fear of going outside and claims she can?t meet anyone new because they?d expect to shake her hand. Her friends try to be supportive but she?s becoming more and more shut in as the days pass. She comes across to strangers as being nervous and unsure of herself, and because of these she becomes self-confident and clumsy, having a low self-esteem while still keeping a high enough confidence in her talents and abilities. She is an artist by trade and now finds solace in her sketches. [B]Biography/Sample:[/B] [B]?You want to know how I came to this little town?? [/B] Beth asked, both hands clasped around a bottle of beer as she hunched over the bar. The man next to her shrugged, bringing his glass to his lips before smiling warmly. [B]?Well, it?s a good way to start a conversation, isn?t it??[/B] he smiled again, watching as Beth took another sip of her beer. [B]?Okay,? [/B] she said, flatly, pushing the bottle away from her slightly lest she be tempted some more, [B]?I guess it can?t hurt.?[/B] [B]?My parents brought me here when I was very young, only about six years old. We?d had some trouble in my old neighbourhood, some punks that would leave my brother alone. He was in high school then, into all kinds of trouble like drugs and playing truant,?[/B] she paused to consider the bottle, and then took another swig, [B]?I never knew much about what was going on until he left ten years ago. I haven?t seen him since then, but I guess I don?t really want to. School here was pretty good, though I can?t say I had many friends. You?ve probably noticed that this town is populated mostly by old people.?[/B] The man?s smile was disarming and Beth felt herself blush, but she carried on regardless. [B]?Anyway. My art teacher was a great guy, really encouraging, so that was the path I chose to go down. I mean, I?m not great or anything, but it?s the only talent I have. I?m trying to get some money together for a gallery showing or something.?[/B] [B]?That?s fascinating.?[/B] The stranger said, and without a hint of sarcasm. Beth was amazed to find he seemed completely genuine. She shrugged and laughed nervously, picking at the corner of her beer-bottle label. [B]?Guess life seems interesting when it isn?t your own. So, what?s your story??[/B] I hope lightning comes under 'Air'. :( [B]PS:[/B] This is the first RP I've been really impressed with in a loooong time. Great work, Vicky.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ginkaze Posted October 28, 2006 Share Posted October 28, 2006 [QUOTE=Vicky]lol. Ginkaze, love your sign-up, but maybe you should add more to your biography section. You can have a sample and a biography, so maybe some background information about your character? And your personality, they're one of the main parts of the RPG, so maybe you could add a little to that. If you want to, that is.[/QUOTE] Okay, I updated it. Is it better now? *looks nervous* :animeswea Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vicky Posted October 28, 2006 Author Share Posted October 28, 2006 [center][b][u][size=1]Semi-Final Listing [/size][/u][/b][size=1] [b]ARIES - Fire[/b] MARCH 21 - APRIL 20 [b]TAURUS - Earth[/b] APRIL 21 - MAY 21 [b]GEMINI - Air[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Kredion Akima [Kredion] JUNE 3 [b]CANCER - Water[/b] JUNE 22 - JULY 23 [b]LEO - Fire[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Charles de Fontaine [Ozymandius Jones] JULY 24 - AUG 23 [b]VIRGO ? Earth[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Eden[/size][size=1] Bourne [Eclipse] SEPT 10 [b]LIBRA ? Air[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Elizabeth Connor [Ezekiel] OCT 15 [b]SCORPIO ? Water[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Eddie Galvez [Only1speciald] NOV 4 [b]SAGITTARIUS - Fire[/b] NOV 23 - DEC 22 [b]CAPRICORN - Earth[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Daniel Anderson [Vicky] JAN 10 [b]AQUARIUS - Air[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Zane Xinatiao [Ikillion] JAN 22 [b]PISCES - Water[/b] Cathrine Kelly [Ginkaze] MAR 13 [b]OPHIUCHUS - Unknown[/b] [b][/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Juliet Han [Revelation] NOV 30 [/size] [left][SIZE=1][I]NOTE: SIGN-UPS ARE NOT CLOSED. Best sign-up wins rule still applies, so this list is not final.[/I][/SIZE] [/left] [size=1] [/size] [left][size=1]So there we have a semi-final listing, not final at all, heh. We still have three more places left, and I've PMed Vertias about the star-sign (semi-final listing went off which sign-ups were finished first and... yeah). The RPG will start on Monday or Sunday, depending on my mood. Sign-ups will remain open until we get the final three, since there's going to be chances for new characters to jump in at any moment. The circumstances in which all the characters meet will be quite free. There won't me a particular meeting place, you can just... bump into each other, or something like that. This means we'll have to be in the same city. This city isn't going to have a name (give it one if you want), but it can have everything. Poor areas, rich areas, trains... so all our characters will be in this city and it doesn't mean you'll have to look up anything about it. Anything and everything can be in this 'city'. Oh ja, and it's fine about the Lightning thing Ezekiel. My character's an Earth element and his powers aren't earthy at all. Anyone who's powers don't really apply to their element, it doesn't matter either. Elements in this RPG will be used for something different... you'll see, but I don't want to confuse you by explaining it here. It's also perfectly fine if your powers are just like your element. And I need a night from those who forgot to put it, any old date as long as it's between your star sign dates ^_^ I'll be back on Monday to check the sign-ups and possibly post the RPG. Thanks guys.[/size] [/left] [/center] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darren Posted October 28, 2006 Share Posted October 28, 2006 OOC: I'm really excited about this thread. And just so you know Vicky, I'll be posting my [B]POWER/NIGHT[/B] section as though it were my sample and then I'll post a seperate biography. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Name:[/B] Brian Gallows [B]Age:[/B] 22 [B]Star Sign:[/B] Gemini [B]Night:[/B] June 20 Happy Birthday, was Brian's only thought as he swallowed the last of his beer. He sighed and looked out the window of his apartment just outside Hollywood. Even from there he could see those beautiful white letters accross the hill side. They were inspiring and depressing at the same time. Brian was an aspiring actor and yet, he hadn't managed to get one job in the six months he had lived there. He'd been to every open casting call he found in the paper, and his agent called him daily about new walk-on roles for TV shows and movies, but Brian had yet to find his big break. Just then the phone began to ring. At first he though of answering it, thinking that it was perhaps his mom calling to wish him a happy birthday. He immediately pushed that though out of his mind; his mother never remembered his birthday when his older twin brother, Gary, was a successful businessman with a wonderful family. To be honest, Brian probably wouldn't have answered the phone even if it was her. The answering machine picked up and Brian heard his own voice over the system and then the voice of his agent, "Brian, it's me. Listen, I know your home. Pick up the phone I've got big news. Pick up. Pick-- Okay, well I just got word of a last minute drop out to a major motion picture movie and the company can't find anyone else. They've called all the agents they could think of and I was one of them. I've already read the script and it's pure gold. I think you'd be the perfect candidate for the part..." Brian listened to the rest of the message and wrote the address down on his hand, and then after putting on his jacket, he walked out the door prepared to wheather the raging storm. Conveniantly, the address was only a few blocks from where Brian lived. A good thing, he thought to himself because he was beginning to feel sick to his stomach. It wasn't a nervous kind of sick and it wasn't because of the storm. Brian never had any of those ailments. This was something completely different, something dangerous. However, Brian was the type not to ever let anything get in the way of his dreams so he pressed on through the heavy raindrops that stung his cheeks as he walked against the wind. Despite the fact that it was a last minute drop out, that didn't stop the amount of people that managed to find out about it and show up. At least it gave Brian time to dry off and read over the monologue excerpt that he would have to perform for the casting directors. He was excellent at memorization and within 10 minutes, Brian had it down pat, but he just couldn't shake that sick feeling. Even now, in the dry and warm building he had this unnerving feeling that something was breathing ice cold air down his neck. Of course, with all the people that came in and out of the building, Brian just assumed that the wind was coming from the doors being opened and closed. But even as he got further and further away from the entrance door, that same feeling persisted. In fact, if he hadn't known better, it was the gust of wind that was helping him dry off quicker. Inside the room, Brian performed the monologue (which happened to be a dramatic piece) with ease. He was even able to cry a little when it was necessary. Even though the directors had to keep getting up to close the windows that kept flying open, he ultimately felt good about the audition and decided that his birthday turned itself around. After returning home and a celebratory piece of birthday cake by himself, Brian was feeling overly worn out from the cold rain so he threw his wet clothes on the floor and fell down in bed to sleep. [B]Apperance:[/B] [URL=http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/456/marcku7.jpg]Brian[/URL], [URL=http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/3602/marc2si7.jpg]Brian 2[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Brian is very artistic. He loves to write, paint, and draw but his favorite thing in the world is acting. He's always been a recluse in life because he's not very fond of people. His brother was Mr. Popularity and he was always the lesser of the twins. His contempt for most people have led him to be strong-willed. He strives to become sucessful so he may prove his piers and family wrong. He's very controlling and craves to be in the spotlight. He's never had a real friend, but his agent is the closest thing to it. He talks alot, as is the way of most Gemini, but there's usually not anyone to talk to. He literally has an entire wall in his apartment covered with papers that he'd written his thoughts on. He's smart, which is why he struggles so much with the career in acting. His high hopes keeps him from many auditions, and the thought of becoming a joke in the business is worse than not making it at all. [B]Biography:[/B] Brian was born in a small town in Oklahoma. His father left the family right after the twins were born. His mother did the best to take care of Gary and Brian and without a college education, she mostly worked double shifts and the two hardly ever saw her. In high school, Gary excelled at everything: He was the all-american boy. Brian wasn't interested in doing good in school. His eyes were set on the stage ever since the first time he laid eyes on it. He starred in every school production since 8th grade and the nickname "the lesser brother" was given to him when everyone found out that Gary had a younger, unknown twin. When he graduated he immediately moved to New York for film school. Just before graduation, Brian dropped out realizing that directing wasn't the life for him and so he moved to Hollywood. (or rather the outskirts of Hollywood) and met an agent who was in the same situation as he was. He was struggling as an agent, trying to find anyone to represent. It may not have been the best choice career-wise for Brian, but he was sympathetic and decided to give him a shot. The two became fast friends, and he's currently hoping to get his big break on this new movie. [B]Powers:[/B] Aerokinesis. (the ability to control the currents of wind) This, in effect, gives Brian the ability of flight. However, the more he uses his power for whatever reason, the more strain it puts on his body. For example, if he flies into work one morning he may experience massive headaches. In the end, when his body reaches its limit, a massive force of wind explodes from it. Sometimes it actually takes the form of an explosion. Other times, it causes a tornado or other natural disaster. Either way, the outcome is never good. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: I hope that's alright, Vicky. PM me if there's something wrong. I would have posted what his actual powers were in the same section of [B]NIGHT[/B], but it turned out to be too long, so I'll just post that in the next part. (if I should get it! ^_^) But I went ahead and left a description of his powers. The only thing is that Brian hasn't discovered them yet. (According to the post sample post) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vicky Posted October 30, 2006 Author Share Posted October 30, 2006 [center][b][u][size=1]Final Listing [/u][/b] [b]ARIES - Fire[/b] Dorian Mael [Vertias] APRIL 01 [b]TAURUS - Earth[/b] Victor Adams [Prince Van] APRIL 26 [b]GEMINI - Air[/b] Brian Gallows [Darren] JUNE 20 [b]CANCER - Water[/b] JUNE 29 [b]LEO - Fire[/b] Charles de Fontaine [Ozymandius Jones] JULY 24 - AUG 23 [b]VIRGO ? Earth[/b] Eden Bourne [Eclipse] SEPT 10 [b]LIBRA ? Air[/b] Elizabeth Connor [Ezekiel] OCT 15 [b]SCORPIO ? Water[/b] Eddie Galvez [Only1speciald] NOV 4 [b]SAGITTARIUS - Fire[/b] Cairo Wilson [M.Ali] DEC 8 [b]CAPRICORN - Earth[/b] Daniel Anderson [Vicky] JAN 10 [b]AQUARIUS - Air[/b] Zane Xinatiao [Ikillion] JAN 22 [b]PISCES - Water[/b] Cathrine Kelly [Ginkaze] MAR 13 [b]OPHIUCHUS - Unknown[/b] Juliet Han [Revelation] NOV 30 [/CENTER][/SIZE] [SIZE=1]There we have it folks. My time is running very short, so I wouldn't have had time to start the RPG after Monday. I apologise for that. Kredion has a place in the RPG, if you still want to pick another sign, that is. Therefore there is only one place left to fill and the sign-ups will remain open until that place is filled. Prince Van has been... shall we say... 'presuaded' into joining the RPG as Taurus, so I've saved him a place. It's silly, but I do need an entire cast for this RPG and as many as I can get before the start. Offically it's Monday here, so I'll be starting the RPG. My character has given a pretty big opening, anyone can jump in at the point I've made. However, no one can post until they have a complete sign-up, haha. I suppose though, since you're all accepted, no pressure in making the samples/biographies extra long. And I need a date from those who didn't give one. Also, Kredion and Ginkaze, you're both accepted of course but I would suggest to read over a few of your posts before you post them in the RPG and use spell-check if you can. Not having a go at you two, obviously, just a minor suggestion since a lot of the RPGers here are long time RPers and whatnot. Like I said, I'm not having a go at you to, just trying to be helpful ^_^. Also, if you have time, check the Underground and post your opinion. I don't want the RPG to be solely run by me, so if you guys have any suggestions then go right a head of post them. The Underground thread is located [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=55584]Here[/URL]. Thank you all for joining everyone.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
squirr31y Posted October 30, 2006 Share Posted October 30, 2006 Name: Ari Fairens Age: 21 Sign: Cancer Powers: July 22, she had been on a scuba diving trip when she had been attacked by a shark. She panicked slightly, and tried to throw the shark off her arm as she was pulled back to the boat by her safety line. Other than a few light scratches it seemed she was fine and had gotten off lucky. The next morning, however, she woke up to find most of her sheets and blankets shredding, and her boyfriend had been covered in cuts. Beneath her normal skin is a skin like a shakr's that comes out when she's feeling upset. She also had a small set of gills on her neck, sharper teeth, and a wierd intuition as to north and south. At times, when she's frightened, she'll let loose with a stream of water from her mouth. However, this leaves her extremely dehydrated and she has to drink a lot of water to replenish her reserves. Appearance: She's a tall woman, about six and a half feet, with a well toned body from swimming and a slightly above average figure. She has reddish brown eyes and brown hair down to her shoulder blades, ending in a ragged cut that frames her fair skinned face. She wears a blue scarf to cover her gills up, and black shirt and faded blue jeans. However, whn her shark skin comes out she loses her fair skin as the sharp cales rip it apart. Her scales are white on her chin, neck, chest, and down through to her pelvic region, while the rest is a deep midnight blue, the same as the shark that had attacked her. It can take up to two days for her normal skin to grow back over the scales. Biography: She'd been an avid scuba diver until the accident, but afterwards she statyed away from it for fear of others noticing something wrong with her. As it is, the only person who knows about her secret is her boyfriend, whom she lives with. Nos, instead oif doing scuba diving tours, she works as a waitress at the local resturaunt, looking for a better job. Powers: Capable of shooting a jet of water from her mouth, and breathing udnerwater. She has a well developled sense of electromagentics, and thick shrak scales that normally stay beneath her skin unless she feels frightened or threatened. Sample: "Oh god, i can't believe I did this to you!" Ari moaned, helping to put the gauze over her boyfriend's many cuts. He waved her off nonchalantly. "You had a bad dream, not your fault." He told her. Ari looked down at her currently dark blue hands sadly. "But still...I'm some sort of a freak. I'm covered in sharp scales like a shark, I cut my boyfriend in my sleep, and I have gills!" Ari moaned. Her boyfriend finally finished with the gauze and set it on the edge of the sink. He turned around and hugged Ari carefully. "That doesn't change you, though. And besides, a shark's scales only cut in one direction, remember?" He reminded her, carefully running on hand down her cheek. "Thanks..." She murmered. "Eh, no problem. Tomorrow I'll go buy new sheets and we'll see what we can do about this predicament." Her boyfriend reassured her. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Prince Van Posted October 30, 2006 Share Posted October 30, 2006 Name: Victor Adams Age: 28 Star Sign: Taurus Powers:/Night April 26 Victor was in his car, like any other night. He was driving home from work, It was late, he was tired. It?s a bad idea to drive when you?re tired but Victor just wanted to get home; He came up to some traffic lights, it was a red light. He looked across the way, a car was going through the red lights. A car came rushing past, the two cars collided; metal and oil flew through the air as the two cars crumpled as they hit into each other. Victor stepped out of his car and ran over to the collision, as he approached one of the cars he noticed a man in the driving seat, he opened the door to the car and immediately checked for a pulse, there was one, he dragged the man from the wreck and put him at the side of the road. He then turned his attention to the other car, a woman fell out of the door with blood dripping from her head. Victor hurried to get her, he couldn?t help her on his own so he ran to his car and got his phone. He phoned an ambulance for the injured people. He waited till the ambulance arrived, told the paramedics what happened and then went home, it was late, Victor went asleep. When he woke up the next morning, he felt strange, drained almost. He went to get breakfast, he went into the kitchen, a he opened refrigerator he knocked a glass ornament off the top, it smashed on his foot and left a massive shard impaling his foot. Victor sat down and starting pulling the piece of glass out of his foot, as he dragged the biggest piece from his foot, blood spurted everywhere he held his foot, trying to stop the bleeding as he did he felt his wounds closing. As time went on, Victor learnt that he could heal with a single touch, he tried to help people but he learned from experience that it doesn?t always work. Sometimes it instead harms the person, it?s a very risky gift and Victor is unsure of it. Appearance:Look at the attachment Personality: First of all Victor lacks in confidence especially since he got his powers. He?s very quiet and withdrawn. He used to be an optimistic person but since he developed his power, he became a devout believer in Murphy?s law, if something can go wrong, it will. He tries to help people whenever he can and hates to disappoint people. He began to despise his power after he learnt of the risks. Biography/Sample: Victor grew up in a middle class family, he went to school and achieved high grades and then went on into college. He always wanted to be police officer and so did a criminology course as well as a course in law. After completing college he decided to join the army, that way making it easier to join the police force. That?s where he developed his quiet nature, he learnt that it was easier to be quiet and take orders than it was to be loud. He found the army difficult but he learnt a lot from it. He learnt first aid skills and discipline. Following his time in the army he decided to be a police officer. He got into the job easily and was very good at his job. He really enjoyed helping people. He stayed in the police force for just over a year when events would prevent him from carrying on in his work. Just after a year into his time with the police force Victor?s father fell ill with cancer. Radiotherapy and drug therapy did not work for his father. His Health deteriorated. He eventually died. In his will his father left Victor his company. Victor had to quit his job as a police officer and manage his father?s business. Victor has been managing his father?s business ever since then. He?s been managing the business for several years now and it was in this time that he discovered his gift, this made life a lot more complicated. He tried helping people and failed, it was like he had a [I] curse[/I]. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
M.Ali Posted October 31, 2006 Share Posted October 31, 2006 [FONT=Trebuchet MS][size=1]I hope that it's not too late! [b]Name:[/b]Cairo Wilson [b]Age:[/b]20 [b]Star Sign:[/b] Sagittarius- Fire [b]Power/Night:[/b]December 8th During the night of Cairo's 12th grade prom, he experinced something that would change him for the rest of his life. While looking for the restroom at the hotel where the prom was being held, Cairo mistakenly saw three guys that attended his school pull a girl down the hallway and into an empty conference room. Even though he isn't the type to get into anyone's buisness, Cairo just didn't feel right about the guys taking the girl into the room. As he quickly followed them, he peeked into the slightly opened door, only to see the girl laying on the floor half naked as if she were unconsious, and the boys laughing triumphantly, while undressing and beginning to have their way with her. It then occured to him that one of them must have slipped a date rape drug into her drink during the dance. This infuriated Cairo. The boys then began to take turns on her, doing what they pleased until they were satisfied, unbeknowest to the fact that Cairo watched maliciously with his anger growing and growing.....until finally it happened. Without even thinking about it, Cairo drained almost every drop of liquid from their bodies leaving them almost shriveled up beyond repair. It wasn't until he heard the sounds of their terrifying screams, that he snapped out of his anger driven trance. Later, he realized that he was Aquakinetic, being able to control water from anything, even humans with only a thought. [b]Appearance:[/b][URL=http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/images/actus/18422299.jpg]CLICKNESS...[/URL] [b]Personality:[/b]Cairo isn't a very complex person. He's very laid back and likes to keep everything simple. Naturally, due to his simplicity, he gets along well with just about everyone that he meets, so he rarely gets angry. But, Cairo choose to be this way for a reason...1. Because he knows what his anger can do. 2. Because it's just easier this way... [b]Bio/Sample:[/b]Cairo grew up in a very normal way. Normal parents, normal school, normal chidhood...it was a very dull life, even for Cairo, considering how simple he likes to be. But dispite the normancy of Cairo's life, there was something about him that wasn't normal (aside from his abilities), his brain. Being so laid back all the time has made Cairo into an observer, and very logical thinker. When things seem hard for most people, he thinks logically for a more simple solution. Even though he doesn't know how yet, Cairo refuses to go back to the normal life he once had. Now growing into adulthood, he presently attends the local college, and is working at the coffee shop a few blocks away. <--------------------------------------> I hope that this is good enough, it's really late here and I got really sleepy towards the end. [/size][/FONT] :animeswea Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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