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Forum Games / Re: Guess The Song!
« on: July 15, 2014, 05:58:31 pm »
Hey, uh, Cubby? This thread hasn't been active for over two years... I should get a mod in here to lock it.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: The Annual Purge [Open and Accepting Applications!]
« on: July 14, 2014, 06:50:38 am »
Putting this up now, will finish everything tomorrow (Also known as a WIP) :p
Garrote
Garrote
Full Name:
Denver Lawrence Anderson
Alias(es):
Garrote, Crescent
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Occupation:
Software Engineer
Wealth:
He definitely makes enough, but he doesn't consider himself "wealthy" or "rich."
Denver Lawrence Anderson
Alias(es):
Garrote, Crescent
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Occupation:
Software Engineer
Wealth:
He definitely makes enough, but he doesn't consider himself "wealthy" or "rich."
Personality:
Denver's kind of cold, and when I say "kind of cold," I mean "really cold." Due to years of betrayal in relationships, both platonic and romantic, he trusts absolutely no one. He's an all-business, "kill first, ask question later" kind of guy when it comes to Purge night. He doesn't let many people get close to him, because he believes it will be easier to let them go when they inevitably either die of an accident, natural causes, or the Purge itself.
He's a people-watcher, observing to see what makes everyone tick. He mostly does this so he knows what he can use on Purge night. Denver is also very meticulous, almost to the point of obsessing. He sometimes will check things four or five times to make sure that they're in order. He doesn't follow one
Habits:
History: [Answer Here. Optional]
Weapon(s) of Choice: [Answer Here. Maximum of three]
Denver's kind of cold, and when I say "kind of cold," I mean "really cold." Due to years of betrayal in relationships, both platonic and romantic, he trusts absolutely no one. He's an all-business, "kill first, ask question later" kind of guy when it comes to Purge night. He doesn't let many people get close to him, because he believes it will be easier to let them go when they inevitably either die of an accident, natural causes, or the Purge itself.
He's a people-watcher, observing to see what makes everyone tick. He mostly does this so he knows what he can use on Purge night. Denver is also very meticulous, almost to the point of obsessing. He sometimes will check things four or five times to make sure that they're in order. He doesn't follow one
Habits:
- Burns the clothes he wears and the mask he uses after each Purge in the fireplace in his home
History: [Answer Here. Optional]
Weapon(s) of Choice: [Answer Here. Maximum of three]
Supporter of the Purge?: [Answer Here. Answer yes or no and reason]
Do you want to be a Purger?: [Answer Here. Yes or no. Even if no, they are still able to change their mind]
Level of Security:
About a 6. Denver doesn't stay home very often, but he
Extra:
Do you want to be a Purger?: [Answer Here. Yes or no. Even if no, they are still able to change their mind]
Level of Security:
About a 6. Denver doesn't stay home very often, but he
Extra:
- Faceclaim is Miles Luna, writer for Red vs Blue and RWBY (both produced by Rooster Teeth)
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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: Implausible and Killable - [Canine Test Subject Role-Play] {Open and Accepting}
« on: July 02, 2014, 12:00:50 am »
7KK210;KK
"And... in!"
7KK210, or KK, as she was often referred to by the scientists, stood from her seated position and ran forward, reaching the edge of the Olympic-sized swimming pool. As her paws cleared it, she leaped up, tucking her front and back legs in close to her body. She hit the water with a small splash and immediately dove under, allowing a few moments for her eyes to adjust.
"Left!"
As soon as the words left her trainer's mouth, she turned to her left, opening and closing her mouth not unlike a fish. The water filtered through her mouth and out the gills placed in her neck, while the oxygen continued through her body. Twenty or so feet in front of her, a large, dark object about the size of a human floated on its back. This was her target. She swam forward, her webbed feet allowing her to cover the area in only seconds. Once she was below her target, she circled it, like a shark. She wasn't going to do anything until the command was given.
"And now... At 'em!"
KK paddled forward quickly, covering the remaining distance quickly. Her head surfaced, mouth open to reveal those serrated teeth. She lunged at the dummy, sinking her knife-like fangs into its upper torso. She felt her jaw lock into place and dove under, dragging the dummy with her. Once she reached the bottom of the pool, she shoved her head down towards the linoleum floor and released her grip, only to replace it with a clawed paw. The other one came down on the dummy's face, smashing it down on itself. Once she had a solid grip, she swung her head down, latched her teeth around the neck, and swung upward, ripping the rubber head from the body.
"Alright! Up and out!"
KK spat the rubber from her mouth and swam upwards, her sleek, black head breaching the surface of the water in seconds. She padded over to the edge of the pool and waited, patiently, for her trainer to extend the little step that allowed her to get out of the water. Once he did, she stepped up and out, shaking her fur of the water that had accumulated. Of course, this lead to her coat spiking slightly.
"Good girl," her trainer affirmed proudly, rubbing his hand on her wet head. "You're getting better at this all the time. I think we're good for today." He rubbed her hand down her back, taking care to not hit the bone spikes that protruded from her shoulders and hips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, bone-shaped treat, holding it in front of her nose. She took it gently, chewing it as they walked back to her kennel.
She walked past a room that, for the longest time, had been kept dark. Today, though, the lights were on, and a horrible stench wafted from it. She didn't dare acknowledge it, but instead just walked on, returning to her kennel just in time to see 246EZR4, or Ezra, promptly freak out.
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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: Implausible and Killable - [Canine Test Subject Role-Play] {Open and Accepting}
« on: May 26, 2014, 08:38:11 pm »
Image/Description:
Long, black fur covers the female's body, except for her front paws, which are snow white. There is also a small, ellipse-shaped spot of white on her chest. Her eyes, once a gorgeous mahogany, are now a washed out, dull brown. She stands at about 27 inches at the shoulder. Her tail is fluffy, as is the rest of her fur. Really, she's just a big puffball.
Subject Number: 7KK210; She often goes by "KK." Her original name was Dizzy.
Character Sex: Female
Character Age: KK appears to be around three.
Character Mutations: KK has bone spikes that protrude about a foot and a half from her shoulders and hips. Her teeth are serrated, like a knife, as are her claws, which have been elongated. Alongside her lungs, she has gills, which allow her to remain underwater for extended periods of time.
Character's Original Potential: A work-in-progress. KK, like QI, is designed to be a murder machine; however, while QI cannot go underwater, KK can. She can be used to kill those at beaches, lakes, and the like.
Character Personality: KK has two modes: work mode and relaxation mode. When she is in her work mode, nothing can break her concentration. She is a very hard worker, always aiming to please her superiors. If she doesn't do something to the best of her ability, she slowly becomes disgusted with herself. Once her work is finished, she can seamlessly slide into relaxation mode. When she's not working, she is a cuddly little nugget. She loves head rubs (especially right behind her ears), no matter who they come from. On more than one occasion she's accidentally hurt the person she's tried to cuddle with.
However, while being stuck here, she has gone a bit mad. She sometimes mutters strings of words over and over without stopping to take a breath. She, on occasion, has visions in which she's committed a mass murder, and she'll start chuckling at really, REALLY inopportune times.
Character Lab Experience: KK, or Dizzy, at the time, got loose when she was a year old. Her family searched for her for months, but eventually gave up hope of finding her and got a new puppy. She was picked up by a "dogcatcher" about two days after she got loose, and rather than be taken to the pound, she was taken to a rundown airport, which then led to her being here. In total, she's been here about two years.
Voice Video/Description: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcQheWstWiE That's, in essence, her voice. She sounds a little bitchy, but it isn't really in her personality.
Other: I may end up tweaking KK a little bit, but this is basically what she is.
Long, black fur covers the female's body, except for her front paws, which are snow white. There is also a small, ellipse-shaped spot of white on her chest. Her eyes, once a gorgeous mahogany, are now a washed out, dull brown. She stands at about 27 inches at the shoulder. Her tail is fluffy, as is the rest of her fur. Really, she's just a big puffball.
Subject Number: 7KK210; She often goes by "KK." Her original name was Dizzy.
Character Sex: Female
Character Age: KK appears to be around three.
Character Mutations: KK has bone spikes that protrude about a foot and a half from her shoulders and hips. Her teeth are serrated, like a knife, as are her claws, which have been elongated. Alongside her lungs, she has gills, which allow her to remain underwater for extended periods of time.
Character's Original Potential: A work-in-progress. KK, like QI, is designed to be a murder machine; however, while QI cannot go underwater, KK can. She can be used to kill those at beaches, lakes, and the like.
Character Personality: KK has two modes: work mode and relaxation mode. When she is in her work mode, nothing can break her concentration. She is a very hard worker, always aiming to please her superiors. If she doesn't do something to the best of her ability, she slowly becomes disgusted with herself. Once her work is finished, she can seamlessly slide into relaxation mode. When she's not working, she is a cuddly little nugget. She loves head rubs (especially right behind her ears), no matter who they come from. On more than one occasion she's accidentally hurt the person she's tried to cuddle with.
However, while being stuck here, she has gone a bit mad. She sometimes mutters strings of words over and over without stopping to take a breath. She, on occasion, has visions in which she's committed a mass murder, and she'll start chuckling at really, REALLY inopportune times.
Character Lab Experience: KK, or Dizzy, at the time, got loose when she was a year old. Her family searched for her for months, but eventually gave up hope of finding her and got a new puppy. She was picked up by a "dogcatcher" about two days after she got loose, and rather than be taken to the pound, she was taken to a rundown airport, which then led to her being here. In total, she's been here about two years.
Voice Video/Description: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcQheWstWiE That's, in essence, her voice. She sounds a little bitchy, but it isn't really in her personality.
Other: I may end up tweaking KK a little bit, but this is basically what she is.
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Misc. Roleplays / Re: ~Shadowed Memories~ {Story based Rp} [Open & Accepting]
« on: May 16, 2014, 01:10:41 pm »
[WIP!]
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"If you're not going to tell me where you're hiding Dante... I suppose I could just, y'know, murder you out of my way."
Name: Korol
Age: Unknown, but he appears to be around age two.
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Power(s): Pain Inducement: Korol can make you feel like your bones are shattering, or that you are being cooked alive, all with a simple word or glance. He'll typically do this to make his prey squirm. He likes that.
Weakness(es): An overwhelming fear of losing his power. If Korol doesn't have his power, he will feel useless. He believes that even the slightest wrongdoing will strip him of his power.
History: Korol's pretty quiet about his past. He will NEVER tell you how his pack was obliterated by a spread of rabies. He will NEVER tell you how he watched his family attack each other, while he lay dying. He will NEVER tell you how, with his dying breath, he cursed all that is, was, and ever will be. And, of course, he will NEVER tell you how he made a deal with Xiverent himself: slay the one named Dante, or risk dying a slow, painful death millions of times over.
Personality: Sly and resourceful, Korol's words often drip with poisonous honey. He is excellent at making you believe that he is your friend, when in fact, the opposite couldn't be more true. He's a bit of a sick, twisted soul who would find joy in ripping the wings off of a butterfly. If there's any emotion that vaguely resembles love, it's buried inside that cold, black heart. He's not scared to kill, either; in fact, the more "trophies" he can gather, the better.
Parents:
Siblings:
Master: His only master is Lord Xiverent. He will respond to no others.
Extra:
"If you're not going to tell me where you're hiding Dante... I suppose I could just, y'know, murder you out of my way."
Name: Korol
Age: Unknown, but he appears to be around age two.
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Power(s): Pain Inducement: Korol can make you feel like your bones are shattering, or that you are being cooked alive, all with a simple word or glance. He'll typically do this to make his prey squirm. He likes that.
Weakness(es): An overwhelming fear of losing his power. If Korol doesn't have his power, he will feel useless. He believes that even the slightest wrongdoing will strip him of his power.
History: Korol's pretty quiet about his past. He will NEVER tell you how his pack was obliterated by a spread of rabies. He will NEVER tell you how he watched his family attack each other, while he lay dying. He will NEVER tell you how, with his dying breath, he cursed all that is, was, and ever will be. And, of course, he will NEVER tell you how he made a deal with Xiverent himself: slay the one named Dante, or risk dying a slow, painful death millions of times over.
Personality: Sly and resourceful, Korol's words often drip with poisonous honey. He is excellent at making you believe that he is your friend, when in fact, the opposite couldn't be more true. He's a bit of a sick, twisted soul who would find joy in ripping the wings off of a butterfly. If there's any emotion that vaguely resembles love, it's buried inside that cold, black heart. He's not scared to kill, either; in fact, the more "trophies" he can gather, the better.
Parents:
Siblings:
Master: His only master is Lord Xiverent. He will respond to no others.
Extra:
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Forum Games / Re: Guys, let's count to 30 before a girl knocks you down.
« on: May 14, 2014, 12:35:30 pm »
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: /:/ Last Hope /:/ PG-13+ /:/ REMAKE /:/ Applications are now closed /:/
« on: March 03, 2014, 04:21:34 am »
I'm perfectly fine with pausing it. I hope she has a speedy recovery ;-;
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: /:/ Last Hope /:/ PG-13+ /:/ REMAKE /:/ Applications are now closed /:/
« on: February 28, 2014, 12:11:56 am »
Xavier Hawthorne
"Go ahead. Keep telling yourself it'll get better. I can guarantee that those hopes will be torn down immediately."
Xavier continued along a dusty path, his backpack adding only the slightest amount of weight. After walking for a bit, he stopped, putting his hand to his head in an attempt to block the sun. If he kept on like this, especially in this heat, he'd end up passing out, or worse. He plopped down beneath a tree, its leaves trembling in the light breeze, and unzipped his bag, pulling out the water bottle he'd lifted from the fallen rogue. She had actually looked fairly familiar, like he'd interacted with her before... He glanced at the bottle, grimacing at the distinct red tint of the blood that still stained the plastic.
He sighed, wiping it on his pants, which only smeared it. Squeezing his eyes shut, he held the bottle to his lips, cautiously and carefully taking a sip. Surprisingly, not that bad. He took another sip before screwing the cap back on and freezing, his eyes latched onto a man that walked out of what looked like a compound, a crossbow in his hands. Xavier sat as still as he could, his hands clenched into fists. If the man so much as glanced his way, he would bolt. As long as he stayed still, though, he might have a chance. As he sat there, he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a woman who appeared to be a little older than he. What stuck out the most had to definitely be her stark, orange-red hair. 'It fits her, he thought, slowly getting up and backing away. If the man was distracted by the woman, he may just have a chance to get out of there in one piece.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: /:/ Last Hope /:/ PG-13+ /:/ REMAKE /:/ Applications are now closed /:/
« on: February 24, 2014, 01:51:23 pm »
Xavier Hawthorne
"Go ahead. Keep telling yourself it'll get better. I can guarantee that those hopes will be torn down immediately."
The only thing that woke Xavier that morning was a dusty ray of sunlight streaming through the shattered window of the shell of the house that he just happened to be staying in the previous night. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head until he heard a soft pop! in his shoulders. Even as he stretched now, he grimaced; he'd only just made it here last night, barely avoiding one of those patrols. He'd come close quite a few times now, and he was positive that he should have been killed a long time ago. However, by some miracle, he'd slipped in here quietly and without any trouble, and now, here he was, waking up in the morning in one piece.
Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, Xavier pushed himself off the torn carpet that had actually proved to be a decent bed for the night. Once standing, he bent over, allowing his back to stretch. As he stood back up, a glimmer out of the corner of his eye made him freeze. A military officer stood not more than fifteen feet away, gun in hand. The officer scanned the area, occasionally peering down the sight. After a few minutes, it locked on to a target. Xavier pressed his lips into a tight line as the telltale crack of a gun rang out. A faint chuckle rose from the officer as it continued on its path, leaving behind the corpse of the loner it had just gunned down.
Once Xavier knew the officer was well out of sight, he darted forward. Keeping low to the ground, he made his way over to the body, grimacing at the grotesque view. The loner lay with her eyes open, staring blankly at the sky. A gunshot wound to the side of her head oozed blood onto the ground, giving her some sort of obscene, crimson halo. He bent down, holding his breath against the copper smell. He scoured her meager supplies, finding a few bandages, a packet of beef jerky, and a water bottle. Once he had grabbed them, he returned to cover, tossing the supplies into his own pack.
"Rest easy, you rat," he mumbled to the corpse as he headed out, glancing in the direction of the fallen rogue.
((Sorry x.x Internet's been spotty. Very spotty.))
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: /:/ Last Hope /:/ PG-13+ /:/ REMAKE /:/ In need of Males /:/
« on: February 19, 2014, 07:07:21 pm »
Xavier Hawthorne
"Go ahead. Keep telling yourself it'll get better. I can guarantee that those hopes will be torn down immediately."
Name:
Xavier Matthew Hawthorne
Alias:
He hasn't been given any.
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Loner/Rogue
Age:
22
Personality:
-Maybe a bit too brave
-Protective
-Brutally honest
-Observant
-Meticulous
-Stubborn
-Jumpy
-Sneaky
-"Floater"- Xavier doesn't always stick to one thing or side. He'll often float to whatever side he thinks he'll get further with.
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Appearance:
Xavier stands around 6'2" with a wiry frame. His dark brown, almost black hair is usually kept cut short, no more than an inch or so above his scalp. His eyes, like his hair, are dark brown, albeit nowhere near as dark. He is fairly pale, yet he tans very easily and somehow avoids becoming a two-legged lobster. He tends to stick to darker clothing because it helps him stick to shadows. His usual attire consists of dark jeans, a black t-shirt, black and white converse, and a dark grey hoodie. He also has a fairly long, noticeable scar running from his left wrist to the middle of his forearm.
Strength(s):
-Very quiet
-Ranged weaponry (guns, bows)
-Can often sniff out BS
-Fairly well at withstanding cold weather
-Fast runner
Weaknesses:
-Scopophobia (Fear of being stared at)
-Locks up and panics if too many people are talking to him at once
-Doesn't always think things through
-Not the best at hand-to-hand combat
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Crush:
He doesn't have one at the moment, but that's always subject to change.
Relationship Status:
Single. Very single.
Other:
Xavier's mind works in a bit of a twisted way- he sees a lot of things as a game, with winners and losers, and he'll do whatever it takes to be on the "winning" side.