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Year 2208 C.E
The Earth became cold with most places too harsh to inhabit. Mountains formed into ice and eroded into treacherous peaks caused by gusty winds. Although dangerous, humans found refuge within these structures by excavating circular habitable zones; establishing maze-like cites. These places are protected from the harsh winds and chilling cold... but they are nothing more than a desert wasteland surrounded by ice,barren and dry. The government took over what was left of the human race, monitoring the citizens under strict control. Dogs are prohibited and are used for something more "useful." They are not aloud to be domesticated family friends, but instead, sent to the Organization for training. These dogs are used to keep order within the cites, and will use force without hesitation. Becoming corrupt and savage because of the Organization, the citizens began to fear these animals as the years passed. Half of this canine force are machine apparatuses, who are in complete control by the Organization. The Organization is the government; they rule by fear and power, and Earth has fallen victim to their corruption.
I don't remember much... but I do remember seeing these 4 blank walls. The floor was always hard and stone cold, and the air in the room was forever stagnant. I can often hear the barks from other fellow canines... Some sounded mostly dog... Some sounded part mechanical... and the others all machine. I was born into this world... taken from my mother and given to the Organization. For as long as can remember, nothing here seemed natural. I have been trained to think like one of those... Machine Dogs. I often wondered why they didn't put any mechanical parts in my body like so many of the other dogs. I soon realized it was because I was 86& wolf. That was considered rare... and the Organization sought not to tamper with this natural occured phenomenon. Because I have wolf in my blood... I was given special treatment. Well what is considered special when compared to the other living conditions of my canine counterparts. Despite my privleges. I was not a favorite among the other dogs. I was bullied... beaten... and rejected. The Organization did not bother to seperate the other dogs inside the gates from me; as my wounds healed quickly with their "special" treatment afterwards. I felt alone... I had no one else to associate with. I started noticing a white dog. I believe a Husky-Mix. Sometimes I never see the other canines in this colossal Organization. But I did see her a few times. I didn't thing much of it... But one day, she approached me. From that moment... everything changed. I was no longer alone. It turned out she didn't have any artificial parts added to her because she was 50% wolf. She became my mother figure throughout the years, and I heeded her advice each time she spoke to me.
Each and every one of you his here because this rotting city wont cleanse itself... ...from those who break the rules.
That is why you are needed to keep control of this city...
You need to maintain order...and use brute force... ...if necessary.
This is an advance training course, for you all now eligible for more privleges.
Although one of you has already has these advanced... ...freedoms.
The Organization rules this area... ...and the Government runs the show... ...so...
You WILL answer to our commands!
You WILL dispose of those who rebel!
You WILL NOT hesitate to execute these actions in order to preserve the Organization's standards.
In order to maintain directive... ...there needs to be fear within the people.
People who fear will not commit to acts of rebellion.
They will not rebel against the Organization while this canine force is here to establish this dominance.
You are here to serve the Government and follow our system.
All of this we teach... ...is for the greater good.
Human police are needed elsewhere... ...more important than scurrying the dirty streets.
Remember, if you are disloyal, or defy our goals... ...you will be permanently...Removed...
Eighty-Six
Will you follow the Organization... or will you rebel against the Organization?
Will you make it along with others...? Or will you perish tying to escape...?
Rules
No Powerplaying or Godmodding
No having super powers and all of that junk if your part machine...
Cursing is aloud, for this is an RP that will probably be full of it.
If your a dog without machine parts, BE REALISTIC, fully machine and part Machine, you either use grey/gray,white,or black markings...
HAVEEE FUNNNN :D
Ranks
Organization Dog(Fully or part)
Rebel... (Those who dare to try to escape...They can also be part robotic)
Organization Ranks...
Organization Alpha(Open)
Organization Beta(Taken)
Organization Delta(Open)
Organization Warriors
Organization Guards
Organization Patrol
Organization Omegas
Rebel Ranks...
Rebel Leader(Taken)
Rebel Beta(Taken)
Rebel Delta(Open)
Rebel Warriors
Rebel Scouts
Rebel Hunters
Rebel Guards
Application
Username
Character Name
Rank
Age
Background/History
Picture/Description
RP Sample
Other...
Credit for this entire RP including the name goes to Youtuber... SumikoOneeSan
And to watch the video... Click here ^-^ http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=bL6C5k4iIhk (http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=bL6C5k4iIhk)
Preview of the chief in the show.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFJKecK9YXs&feature=player_detailpage (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFJKecK9YXs&feature=player_detailpage)
I would like to give a HUGE thank you to SumikoOneeSan for making this youtube video and give her/him ALL of the credit that made this RP possible.
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Hi, BlacWolf! I like your roleplays, but I never joined one. Anyway...
Username- silverwolfbark
Character Name- Leech
Rank- Organization Dog
Age- 4 human years
Background/History- At 2 years old I was sent to the organization. I had been tested as having wolf blood. It appeared I had, but... something had gone wrong... it somehow appeared I had no wolf blood. A useless dog, sent to the organization 1 year after I should've been. I was... corrupted. Never the same, and I don't remember much.
Picture/Description- white, with blue eyes and and machine parts on my tail and belly and legs and all that like in the video.
RP Sample- Leech patrolled. She saw a helpless brown pup. "You." She said, her mechanical voice shifting, "Why are you not helping the Organization?" The pup looked at her. A normal dog would have been destroyed by it's adorable features, but not Leech. She seemed to be one of the few females that were fully mechanical, but she never knew. She kept a low profile, always out patrolling. The pup interrupted her twisted thoughts with a soft yelp. She growled, she knew to treat every pup the same... like a bandit. She had learned that from her one day with the young dog labeled "86". The pup shrank back. She gripped it in her steely jaws and carried back to the building, ignoring the obnoxious dogs' shrill barks, "Prison! You! Let us out!" and came to her only real owner. Her controller.
Other...- Um, where is this roleplay taking place until we're mapped?
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Hi, BlacWolf! I like your roleplays, but I never joined one. Anyway...
Username- silverwolfbark
Character Name- Leech
Rank- Organization Dog
Age- 4 human years
Background/History- At 2 years old I was sent to the organization. I had been tested as having wolf blood. It appeared I had, but... something had gone wrong... it somehow appeared I had no wolf blood. A useless dog, sent to the organization 1 year after I should've been. I was... corrupted. Never the same, and I don't remember much.
Picture/Description- white, with blue eyes and and machine parts on my tail and belly and legs and all that like in the video.
RP Sample- Leech patrolled. She saw a helpless brown pup. "You." She said, her mechanical voice shifting, "Why are you not helping the Organization?" The pup looked at her. A normal dog would have been destroyed by it's adorable features, but not Leech. She seemed to be one of the few females that were fully mechanical, but she never knew. She kept a low profile, always out patrolling. The pup interrupted her twisted thoughts with a soft yelp. She growled, she knew to treat every pup the same... like a bandit. She had learned that from her one day with the young dog labeled "86". The pup shrank back. She gripped it in her steely jaws and carried back to the building, ignoring the obnoxious dogs' shrill barks, "Prison! You! Let us out!" and came to her only real owner. Her controller.
Other...- Um, where is this roleplay taking place until we're mapped?
Accepted but 86 and up is rare, so you might want to change your RP sample a bit. Edit- Question Answer: And that is to be determined when at least five people show up in the RP, we can vote then.
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Username: wizardmymom
Character Name: Syllas
Rank: Organization Dog
Age: 3 Human Years
Background/History: Ah, the story of Syllas. What an odd dog she was... Well, to start, she was Organization born. Her parents just common dogs. She was taken as soon as she was born to live life as a serving dog. Syllas was trained with her... 'Normal' body up to age 1 1/2, before they started to amputate. She soon became another drone, just a mindless dog to serve the ever-stronger Organization. Before her amputations, she had dreams to escape one day. But now, she could only follow orders, and her dreams are long thrown away...
Picture/Description: USED to be a Husky, before she was amputated. Now, the only thing that remains of her former pelt is the open fur on her back, top neck, and tail.
RP Sample: Syllas looked around the facility, her blue, robotic eyes giving everything labels and such. While it made it hard to see, she had other things to worry about. She observed the normal dogs down below the ledge she was walking on with her patrol and scoffed. Oh, how they had a 'perfect' life. She had taken one of their comrades lives before... The though of the metallic blood on her metal snout made her smirk, and she looked over to the maze city. Never once had she remembered her past dreams of escaping, long gone.
Other: I'm guessing that Organization dogs have ranks in their system? I would place Syllas as a fast dog with no pity, so.... Not sure where that would place her that random chart thingy. -Shrug-
EDIT: I now have a preset! Syllas Preset (http://www.mediafire.com/?ms2x219c41fks6k)
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Username: wizardmymom
Character Name: Syllas
Rank: Organization Dog
Age: 3 Human Years
Background/History: Ah, the story of Syllas. What an odd dog she was... Well, to start, she was Organization born. Her parents just common dogs. She was taken as soon as she was born to live life as a serving dog. Syllas was trained with her... 'Normal' body up to age 1 1/2, before they started to amputate. She soon became another drone, just a mindless dog to serve the ever-stronger Organization. Before her amputations, she had dreams to escape one day. But now, she could only follow orders, and her dreams are long thrown away...
Picture/Description: USED to be a Husky, before she was amputated. Now, the only thing that remains of her former pelt is the open fur on her back, top neck, and tail.
RP Sample: Syllas looked around the facility, her blue, robotic eyes giving everything labels and such. While it made it hard to see, she had other things to worry about. She observed the normal dogs down below the ledge she was walking on with her patrol and scoffed. Oh, how they had a 'perfect' life. She had taken one of their comrades lives before... The though of the metallic blood on her metal snout made her smirk, and she looked over to the maze city. Never once had she remembered her past dreams of escaping, long gone.
Other: I'm guessing that Organization dogs have ranks in their system? I would place Syllas as a fast dog with no pity, so.... Not sure where that would place her that random chart thingy. -Shrug-
Since it never said anything about that in the video I have no idea, I'm taking a guess that there is an alpha,beta,and delta but that would be the only ranks in my opinion... The patrol Organization dogs are most likely omegas along with the other dogs in the 'pound'.
Edit: Accepted!
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Username: wizardmymom
Character Name: Syllas
Rank: Organization Dog
Age: 3 Human Years
Background/History: Ah, the story of Syllas. What an odd dog she was... Well, to start, she was Organization born. Her parents just common dogs. She was taken as soon as she was born to live life as a serving dog. Syllas was trained with her... 'Normal' body up to age 1 1/2, before they started to amputate. She soon became another drone, just a mindless dog to serve the ever-stronger Organization. Before her amputations, she had dreams to escape one day. But now, she could only follow orders, and her dreams are long thrown away...
Picture/Description: USED to be a Husky, before she was amputated. Now, the only thing that remains of her former pelt is the open fur on her back, top neck, and tail.
RP Sample: Syllas looked around the facility, her blue, robotic eyes giving everything labels and such. While it made it hard to see, she had other things to worry about. She observed the normal dogs down below the ledge she was walking on with her patrol and scoffed. Oh, how they had a 'perfect' life. She had taken one of their comrades lives before... The though of the metallic blood on her metal snout made her smirk, and she looked over to the maze city. Never once had she remembered her past dreams of escaping, long gone.
Other: I'm guessing that Organization dogs have ranks in their system? I would place Syllas as a fast dog with no pity, so.... Not sure where that would place her that random chart thingy. -Shrug-
Since it never said anything about that in the video I have no idea, I'm taking a guess that there is an alpha,beta,and delta but that would be the only ranks in my opinion... The patrol Organization dogs are most likely omegas along with the other dogs in the 'pound'.
Edit: Accepted!
Well, I watched the Chief Doberman Mech's vid by that person, and it seems they have status.
Anyways, thanks! ^~^
Is there a group in game?
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Dude, this is for in game
Hint Hint: Soon to be mapped
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((Time to sign up for my own RP! x3))
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Username- Dogsgorawr
Character Name- Grayson
Rank- Rebel Alpha
Age- 1 1/2 Years
Background/History- Taken to the Organization as a young pup. He was trained to think like them,and follow all of their orders and he did so till he was about seven months. He knew dogs were once mans best friend till the world turned into the frozen wasteland it was now, and he planned to somehow keep it that way. He dreamed of getting together some rebels and making a plan to get out of the city. Since the cities are literally a maze, it should be easy to loose the organization dogs but that remains unknown till the day comes of his final test... The day that his plan will go into action, and he tries to escape...
Picture/Description- Aboveeee
RP Sample- The Organization Chief glared at the new recruits who passed their training as the all say in a line, backs strait. "Each and every one of you his here because this rotting city wont cleanse itself... ...from those who break the rules. That is why you are needed to keep control of this city... You need to maintain order... and use brute force... ...if necessary. This is an advance training course, for you all now eligible for more privleges. Although one of you has already has these advanced... ...freedoms.
The Organization rules this area... ...and the Government runs the show... ...so...
You WILL answer to our commands!
You WILL dispose of those who rebel!
You WILL NOT hesitate to execute these actions in order to preserve the Organization's standards.
In order to maintain directive... ...there needs to be fear within the people. People who fear will not commit to acts of rebellion. They will not rebel against the Organization while this canine force is here to establish this dominance. You are here to serve the Government and follow our system. All of this we teach... ...is for the greater good. Human police are needed elsewhere... ...more important than scurrying the dirty streets.
Remember, if you are disloyal, or defy our goals... ...you will be permanently...Removed..." The Organization chief said in his dark voice. "Now, are their any questions...?" The Organization chief asked looking around with his eyes narrowed on every one of the dogs. Grayson didn't dare to speak or make any other movement that would alert the organization dogs tat he didn't agree with these standards. He just waited till the dogs were dismissed from training,and when they were, he went straight the the courtyard and looked at the other dogs in the corner where they always met. "Guys..." Grayson muttered. "I have a plan..."
(http://i1366.photobucket.com/albums/r775/Heavy_d1/null_zps4a6806f9.jpg) (http://media.photobucket.com/user/Heavy_d1/media/null_zps4a6806f9.jpg.html)
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User: hollyjingle
Character Name: Laika
Ranking: Rebel Leader
Age: Two Years and Four Months
Background: Laika was salvaged from the street as a young adolescent and taken into the Organization. Soon, her innocence was tainted from the cruel things they told which she was expected to do once she grew of age. But, it was only of fear that she had began to follow in the machine's footsteps, and yet, she began to grow more and more brave as the time passed on. Her thoughts wandered into beyond the grasp of the Organization, and by the time she matured, she was willing to do just about anything to escape. Laika was was sick of these machines, and her rebellious side was beginning to form...
Description/Pictures: Laika is a lean, robust canine with a single robotic leg (Right foreleg.) She is a mixed breed of 10% East Siberian Laika, 20% Schipperke, and 70% Canaan Dog. She has a thick, black pelt with a patch of white on her chest and has a fluffy, curled tail. She also has a small snout.
Role-play Sample: A pungent aroma stung her nostrils, causing Laika to retreat into a huddled ball. The stench of blood was heavy in the air, biting into her nose like sharp teeth. Blood... Fear... The thin canine's snout corrugated with disgust, and she found her way to her paws with a low growl. Spittle slavered from her jaws as she snarled unhappily. Her hackles pricked up and she stood alertly at the sight of a machine. Full-blooded machine... Laika growled under her breath as her glare fixed onto it. She so desperately wished to escape this dreadful place... But how? She assembled her thoughts together, and a plan eventually formed. Escape... Yes... Form a pack... Form a pack and escape this terrible hell she has been living in.
Other: I don't mean to sound impatient, but who is making the map? And when will you estimate it will be completed?
- Thanks
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User: hollyjingle
Character Name: Laika
Ranking: Rebel Leader
Age: Two Years and Four Months
Background: Laika was salvaged from the street as a young adolescent and taken into the Organization. Soon, her innocence was tainted from the cruel things they told which she was expected to do once she grew of age. But, it was only of fear that she had began to follow in the machine's footsteps, and yet, she began to grow more and more brave as the time passed on. Her thoughts wandered into beyond the grasp of the Organization, and by the time she matured, she was willing to do just about anything to escape. Laika was was sick of these machines, and her rebellious side was beginning to form...
Description/Pictures: Laika is a lean, robust canine with a single robotic leg (Right foreleg.) She is a mixed breed of 10% East Siberian Laika, 20% Schipperke, and 70% Canaan Dog. She has a thick, black pelt with a patch of white on her chest and has a fluffy, curled tail. She also has a small snout.
Role-play Sample: A pungent aroma stung her nostrils, causing Laika to retreat into a huddled ball. The stench of blood was heavy in the air, biting into her nose like sharp teeth. Blood... Fear... The thin canine's snout corrugated with disgust, and she found her way to her paws with a low growl. Spittle slavered from her jaws as she snarled unhappily. Her hackles pricked up and she stood alertly at the sight of a machine. Full-blooded machine... Laika growled under her breath as her glare fixed onto it. She so desperately wished to escape this dreadful place... But how? She assembled her thoughts together, and a plan eventually formed. Escape... Yes... Form a pack... Form a pack and escape this terrible hell she has been living in.
Other: I don't mean to sound impatient, but who is making the map? And when will you estimate it will be completed?
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Accepted and I believe Oceanwave is making the map, she told me last night she could since the other map maker is never online.
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Username: xxSnowstripexx
Character Name: Riju
Rank: Rebel Beta
Age: 3 Years
Background/History: Was found as a stray, abandoned by his parents on the streets at a two months old, and taken to the Organization. He was to be trained as a normal Organization Dog, and to be put metal parts on him, though they later discovered he was 65% Gray Wolf, leaving him without metal parts. He was obedient and loyal to the Organization, not knowing anything else, and didn't hesitate to kill. He patrolled daily and did his duties, though later on he began to question the ways of the Organization. He then began to despise the ways of them, and ended up becoming the beta of the rebels. He hopes to someday escape the Organization, with his other rebel comrades, and is extremely disgusted to ever believe he was with the Organization at the start.
Picture/Description: Riju is a dark brown canine with lighter underfur and darker brown paws. He has bright, pale icy blue eyes. He has thick, long fur and a large muscular body.
RP Sample: The large male huddled in one of the dark corners of the facility he was imprisoned in, shooting glares occasionally at the dogs and humans who walked past. The male heard faint yelps and barks a few distance away and often the smell of newly spilled blood, though that didn't often faze him. He gave a low growl as one of those mechanical dogs walked past his cage, his pale icy blue eyes burning with hatred. Everyday he witnessed those putrid things killing innocent dogs, and even humans when he was out on patrol. He couldn't stand being kept in this rotten cell every single day, and by each day he yearned more and more to see what the outside was like, outside of this whole maze like city. He often heard rumors from other dogs of what it was like, though he found it hard to believe them. He stood up, narrowing his eyes. Someday, he would go out there, into the real world and see what it was like. Even if it costed him his life, somehow he would get there.
Other:
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I don't think you read the RP right... You're in a maze like city with no way to escape for all the rebels know. The Rebels look for walls in the maze like city that look weak so they can break out. In the RP sample you NEED to be in the city, not into the wild, and you would've been in the Organization. Also, if this was a RP like you took that from I would have accepted but since its not I need to...
Decline... Sorry...
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Application
Username: Carrion Day
Character Name: Von Braun [Known to the organization as '58'.]
Rank: Organization WolfDog
Age: 5 years old
Background/History: The humans have no previous information on where Von Braun originated, however they are certain it was outside of the walls. It is thought that he once lived within the relations of a wolf pack, though it is uncertain. He was found within the walls fighting a stray dog. His movements were quick and his attacks were savage; nothing like the Organization has ever seen from a non-mech. Immediately, they captured the canine. Henceforth, he has become a pawn of the organization.
Picture/Description:
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/30/Kunming_Dog.jpg)
58% percent of the blood that courses through his veins belongs to that of a wolf. The Organization's name for Von Braun manifested from his confirmed heritage. The remaining 42% is German Sheperd, giving him his profound appearance. Von Braun possesses varied German Sheperd marking patterns on his thick coat. Few scars can be seen on the soft flesh of his underbelly, and he is noticeably larger than most German Sheperds. His eyes are a dim shade of orange, and he is often seen wearing a camo green collar, provided by the Organization.
Von Braun sticks to a no-nonsense mentality and rarely slacks off. The large canine's calm and collected demeanor leads him to look as though he is not interested in anything, often times giving the impression that he is apathetic despite the contrary. He is often blunt and unapproachable and he has a strong respect for independence and justice. This occasionally makes him difficult to be around. At times, he may reveal his humorous thoughts about the Alpha; in turn he remains sane. However, he loathes the Organization. Their actions come across impetuous, and unreasonable to him.
Though, he fulfills the Organization's orders in order to stay alive, he conceals thoughts of rebellion.
RP Sample:
Pale orange eyes stared forward, motionless. His heart beat was steady and his breathing was stable. Just a few lengths before the canine's furry snout stood a highly respected, and fabulously loathed, machine. The Organization's Alpha mech. The machine's puny red eyes, or what were fashioned to look like eyes, stared right through the canine. The room was silent. Von Braun and a few others sat in line within a drab, brightly lit, training room. Each and everyone sitting the same, every pair of eyes stared forward. For some reason, the 'Alpha' chose to stare at the German Sheperd Mix menacingly.
"You, 58, what is your duty to the Organization?" Robotic words scratched against perked ears. Von Braun's eyes panned towards the machine. His expression was uninterested and in the slightest bit annoyed. 'So, the scrap metal wants to talk...' he thought silently to himself. He spoke not a word to the Alpha. A small Shiba Inu female to the male's right glanced up at him. Her luminous green eyes reflected her surprise of Von's silence. Not receiving a reply, the machine's engines whirred; displaying anger. He spoke louder,
"58, have you lost your voice, you imbecile? I asked you a question."
The Sheperd's eyes watched the metal canine with mild amusement. Looking away, he spoke calmly,
"To serve the Organization. No, Scrap Metal, I'm perfectly capable of speaking."
**Sample Complete**
Other: Von Braun follows the orders given to him by the Organization, but he wishes to spark rebellion.
Side Note: I'm a big fan of SumikoOneeSan's work on youtube, so when I saw this I was ecstatic. I'd love to have the opportunity to be apart of this role play.
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[I too love SumikoOneeSan's animations, especially TW3TBE.]
Username: angelre0702
Name: Snark
Age: 4 1/2 Yr.
Birthdate: June 23rd
Rank: Organization Dog [Beta]
Background: I was bred here; I know no more than the feeling of the cold, raging winds at nights. I am afraid to wonder about the outside world; the Organization has corrupted me too, as well as all the other half-and-half dogs I see. The Organization has inserted a chip in my mind that disturbs my nerves to force me into obeying. I don't mind getting dirty; I was bred for this. The Organization rarely has to force me to obey. I do it out of conduct, what I was made for. My mother had no machinery on her because she died a few hours after my birth, my father was half machine. The Organization gives me more privileges than the other dogs due to my job; I get to harm when patrolling, I get to go outside the gates and guard. I have no interest in leaving, to be honest, I don't like the outside world. It is too barren.
Machinery: His muzzle has been replaced as of a tip of a skull. He has metal on his back, red eyes that can zoom, target, and more, his paws have been replaced with metal feet. His ears have small buds where his ear drum should be, gripping even the smallest of vibrations.
(http://thenewscraze.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/G_Weimaraner.jpg)
Role-Play Sample:
Snark cast his visage to the right, an automatic buzz directing from the Organization giving him instructions. He held his pendulum high in the air, a sign of dominance. He could hear faint buzzing coming from the eastern border of the maze; a human chewing quietly. The brute flicked his metal optics to the farther right to the faint sound, zooming to find the owner to be chewing. Alas, he found his target quickly. It was a middle-aged woman that was starved quickly devouring a piece of stolen bread. He felt his hinds jerk him forward, quickly his fores reacted as well and he was led to his victim to give her punishment. A faint conversation of his 'alpha'-human owner and another man in the Organization was chatting, although his owner was abstract putting code in his machinery, automatically giving them electric energy to run. Snark through his large structure to the right; not a skid on the cold floor to be heard. The Organization dog reached his opponent, the woman startled and dropped her bread. His jaw opened automatically and from his gullet, Snark vibrated a speaker and began to converse with the human. Now, that, he could do on his own. "The Organization has caught your troubles. You are brave to defy the laws of The Organization, human. You will be punished." Snark felt his tail extending as it began to extend to a long rope. The Organization Dog latched it around the woman; she winced and struggled but it did her no good as she was quickly shocked by electricity. "Your struggling is useless," He replied with a rough, high pitched voice. "You will feel more pain when you get to the prison; this will feel like a cat scratch. "
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You both are accepted! And I love the videos to but TW3TBE scares me x3... Well the blood and gore part of the lynx eating herself that is.
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OMG, I know right? I've had nightmares. And thanks!)
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If your in game soon, feel free to add me since I'm on!
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I edited my roleplay sample, is that better?
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I edited my roleplay sample, is that better?
I'm sorry but its still declined... It was better but you seem not to be getting the point of the Role-play of Eighty-Six...
If you want ONE last chance you need to go back, read the ENTIRE thing I posted,and watch the two videos I posted. I posted the videos for a reason, for the people to understand what is going on instead of read it, and still not get the point.
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Hey guys! Oceanwave took some screenies of the map and I decided to post them here to give you all a look! Here they are!
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Some tubes.
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One of the rooms for doing the 'mech-nizing'
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Random desk for head of mutations person/thing.
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The hall for the dog's 'cages'. There's another line.
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A lil' hidey hole at the end of the tunnel. (lul)
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The place for the Alpha Mech and the wolfie peeps.
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The training room, for incase they DO find a way outside (AKA later plotness. Locking the room until I need to open it)
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Rawr
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A part of the city.
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Another lil' hidey hole, this one outside the building/inside it. CONFUSED.
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This is the city's height map.
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The map looks amazing so far! I especially like the mutation tubes {First Screenie}, looks like a few Von Braun's. Haha. ^^ Anywho, I have an idea for the map. Maybe add a few more objects here and there in some areas, it looks a bit empty. Give it a little life? Even if the Organization is a cruel place. Other than that, great job to Oceanwave! I look forward to role playing there.
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Hal, remember its not done yet, and Ocean is PMing me a few more things she's going to do to the map
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Whoa I'm such a slow replier. XD
Anyways, thank you for the praise. ^~^
Also, I am ALMOST done the main building.
So...
Hang in there!
Adding to this, I have some area's in the map that are 'locked' so-to-speak, until the plot rolls on.
Such as the 'outdoor training'.
Just felt like pointing that out. ^~^
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I changed my show name x3 Just to let you know.
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And may I present the map to everyone in this group! http://www.mediafire.com/?po6q73v1wd3mkdf (http://www.mediafire.com/?po6q73v1wd3mkdf)
If you are NOT in this group and you are at this map, you will be asked to leave, if you refuse, possibly reported.
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Username: Goldberry
Character Name: Arctic
Rank:Rebel delta
Age: 1 and a half -human years-
Background/History:She was pretty much brought in here, She lived with her parents for a while, They brought them in and she pretty much lived, With her parent's teachings of freedom and fighting she seems like she'll tear off all of the robots tails off.Other then that, She grew up being a boss to the other wolfs, Almost seeming like a robot, Only in secret did she cool off. (Bad grammer i know, I'll have better grammar in rp BTW) Other then that, She's pretty kind and will -with a chance- save anyone she can from this hole. the she also barley passed being rare.
Picture/Description: A small greish dog, With a wolf like face. But with very nice curls like her mom. |FYI she's a poodle/wolf mix| She has this white mask marking though
RP Sample:Arctic walked through the never ending maze called a 'city' and it's 'streets'. She looked at her group, A puny amount of dogs, And the smallest one, a tiny mutt all decked out in robot gear walk forewords.They began their watch, As she calmly looked at each human. Normal. Normal. Normal. Normal for now...Sandwich! She stayed on her path, going as close as possible to the sandwich. She couldn't help herself, Atleast they made sure robots knew how hard it was to eat dropped food. They turned the corner. Normallll. Ow. One of the smaller humans just got bit. This is why she disliked them. The humans do nothing at times. And they attack. And this one was young even! This one was kinda glitched up. One of the wires were kinda dangling from a hole in it's cast of the robotic part. That was also the problem also. She almost pointed this out. But she didn't try.
Other...:When do we rp mainly?
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Username: Goldberry
Character Name: Arctic
Rank:Rebel delta
Age: 1 and a half -human years-
Background/History:She was pretty much brought in here, She lived with her parents for a while, They brought them in and she pretty much lived, With her parent's teachings of freedom and fighting she seems like she'll tear off all of the robots tails off.Other then that, She grew up being a boss to the other wolfs, Almost seeming like a robot, Only in secret did she cool off. (Bad grammer i know, I'll have better grammar in rp BTW) Other then that, She's pretty kind and will -with a chance- save anyone she can from this hole. the she also barley passed being rare.
Picture/Description: A small greish dog, With a wolf like face. But with very nice curls like her mom. |FYI she's a poodle/wolf mix| She has this white mask marking though
RP Sample:Arctic walked through the never ending maze called a 'city' and it's 'streets'. She looked at her group, A puny amount of dogs, And the smallest one, a tiny mutt all decked out in robot gear walk forewords.They began their watch, As she calmly looked at each human. Normal. Normal. Normal. Normal for now...Sandwich! She stayed on her path, going as close as possible to the sandwich. She couldn't help herself, Atleast they made sure robots knew how hard it was to eat dropped food. They turned the corner. Normallll. Ow. One of the smaller humans just got bit. This is why she disliked them. The humans do nothing at times. And they attack. And this one was young even! This one was kinda glitched up. One of the wires were kinda dangling from a hole in it's cast of the robotic part. That was also the problem also. She almost pointed this out. But she didn't try.
Other...:When do we rp mainly?
Declined... You don't seem to understand this RP either.... Go back to the front page, read EVERYTHING and watch BOTH videos. If you really think you can get away without reading the front page and watching the videos, your wrong.. I can tell that you skipped out on reading some things,along with watching points of the video!
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Username: Zarorah
Character Name: Veter
Rank: Rebel
Age: Three years
Background/History: Veter was not born into the Organization; rather, she was taken by force from her home when she was only six months old. Tossed into a cage, she was force-fed the Organization's twisted ideals, and almost completely fell for them (operative word being almost). Near her second birthday, Veter began to hear murmurings of rebellion, but kept silent about them; she cared deeply for these individuals, and swore to never speak of such things, but she believed that any thoughts of escape were futile.
Seasons passed and patrols continued. Veter was eventually "edited" (as she likes to put it) with more powerful hearing, and her back right leg, a bit defunct from birth, was replaced with a mechanical one. She hated it at first, but eventually, like all things, she got used to it. She was often sent out on winter patrols, seeing as her fur blended in with the snow. Not only that, but her fur would also keep her warm for longer. As a result, Veter became the leader of the Cold-Weather Patrol Team (if that's okay, of course) and would often be the one to coordinate the rest of the dogs in her squadron.
Veter almost didn't want to escape, to be quite honest. She was starting to follow this twisted plan like it was her religion. Go out on patrol, find something that didn't quite fit in, and dispose of it. Rinse and repeat. She became well accustomed to the taste of blood and learned to ignore the cries of pain when one dared to fight back. She also began to develop an attitude and often talked back to her superiors. During this time, the final edit she would allow herself was completed- she was given metal teeth that could cut through anything organic.
Description/Picture: Veter stands about 30 inches at the shoulder and weighs 118 pounds. She is full-blooded Great Pyrenees as well, granting her with a broad chest and neck. She has deep, yet soft chocolate eyes and a black nose. On the insides of her floppy ears are nodes that replaced her ear drums, allowing her to hear almost everything. Her right rear leg was amputated and replaced with a robotic one, which allows her to run more freely now. Her teeth are metal as well, gifting her with a more powerful bite.
The Ever-Important RP Sample:
"Zero-Zero through Zero-Six, report!" A large, white dog barked, her back stiff and head held high. The lights above her glinted against her teeth, dancing across the surface as she spoke. She stood, impatient, as a rag-tag group of canines dragged themselves forward, most looking as enthusiastic as a wet noodle. "Zero-Zero, why do you look so glum? Do you not know what this evening is?" Veter tilted her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. No one, except maybe the shaggy Great Pyrenees, was excited for the first winter patrol of the season.
"Veter, don't you realize something? We're all short-haired." Zero-Two, a Bull Mastiff mix, chimed in, flicking his ear in annoyance. "If we go out there, we're going to freeze." This was met with murmurs of agreement from the rest of the lineup, their ears pinned back. Veter, quite frankly, could be scary. She was stubborn as all hell, and wasn't exactly kind to those who defied her orders. "I-I mean, we'll go out and do it, but we can't guarantee we'll do a good job. Cold wea-"
"You are going to do a fine job, or you shall be removed!" Veter snapped in reply, plodding toward Zero-Two. "I am not head of the Cold-Weather Patrol Team for nothing. The Cold-Weather Patrol Team is comprised of those whom the Organization sees fit for frigid conditions. Zero-Two, I expect a full report from tonight's patrol. I know when you are lying, and at the first sign of treason, I will have you retired!" She barked in his face, her normally soft eyes boring into the Mastiff's. "Do I make myself clear, Zero-Two? Perform your duties the Organization's standards, or be terminated." She growled lowly, looking at the rest of the group. "That goes for all of you. Do not make me regret my own team. I have had my squadron replaced before, through no fault of my own. Do not make me have to have it replaced again." She padded down the line, looking each canine in the eye. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Veter."
The female smiled inwardly; she always made herself clear.
Always.
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This is actually the best one so far along with Holly. I can't wait to see it finished!
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Username: ElDorko
Character Name: Tobias
Rank: Rebel Delta/Beta? (Notsure?)
Age: 3 Years Old; 4 Months
Background/History:They say that there may be other life outside of the walls. Heh, I know for a fact that there is.Or was. For all I can remember is a rather large community of humans, seeking out what we all want. Survival. I, their loyal companion; man's best friend. We managed to get by pretty well, despite the numbers of sick and dying. For, it was only natural for some to die out with these conditions. The humans, quite the defiant and dauntless creatures, eh?, were willing to sacrafice luxuray and a stable life, rather than live uner the harsh and strict laws of the government's walls. For what price will they pay? Hm, death is the correct answer. Once the government was aware of this small 'rebellion cult' just outside the city walls, in a rather remote area, they gave them several choices. Return to the city and abide by their laws and regulations, or death? Hah, the small group of unyeilding survivalists would rather die than return to that damned government-run city. However, they took the most valuable of possessions, me, Tobias, and all their supplies, or whatever they could find of use, and left the rest to stave or something more gruesome. Once inside the facility, I found out that some wolf blood still coursed throughout him. That is true yes, however his veins run mostly with black German Shepherd crimson contents.
x{ This place is a damned hell; Just add some raging flames, and a devil with horns, and there you go. But the devil's here are worse. Those wrathful machines are worse than satan himself, I believe. The way they carry themselves is enough to make myself gag, let alone that mechanical tone; purely vile. Why would I take such a risk against these creatures as to rebel? The answer is simple sweety, because I'm not just here to cause a little havoic for my own pleasure and amusement, but I'm here to escape. I don't want this life, and I won't stand here at the mercy of dangerous strangers. }x
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The masculine physique has herculean features; bold and muscular all the same. Lean legs, lush and glossy coat, and those corroded eyes sporting a rather enigmatic yellow pigment. His structure resembles a wolf yes, but not much more than any other regular dog's. A few scars are scattered across his body, in an painfully horrific way. Some were so deep, they wouldn't allow more hair to grow over them; leaving a perminent pink-fleshy residue behind.
RP Sample: The masculine figure remained still, taking in the blase features of these incredibly bland walls. Watching grass grow would've been more exciting than stuck within these damned walls. Herculean physique would sit upon his hind quarters, giving a placid and calm illusion to ominous onlookers. However, that was never the case with Toby, his fiery 'tude and rather strong reluctance was not what you would expect from such an graceful-looking creature. A glossy ebony tail was placed upon the floor beside his behemoth frame, neither moving nor wagging. As if he would give these bastards the satisfaction of the wag of a tail. His nostrils were flared in the slightest way, the forever flavorless scent of this hellish "organization" watfing through his system. As the scent of scrap metal and monotonous scents suddenly flodded his airways, dull yellow eyes glanced up ever so slightly. A small malita of mechanical-pooches sauntered by, their disgustingly unreal frame's almost replulsive to look at. It triggered Tobias' gag-reflux, and he dared to look away.
Other: Tobias is 48% Wolf; 62% German Shepherd
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Username: PokemonXY
Character Name: Frost
Rank: Can I be the rebel beta?
Age: 2 dog years
Background/History: Frost was born in the cold alone. Her mother had died giving birth to her and her dad left thinking Frost would die to. Frost's dad knew nothing about healing except healing a broken heart. Frost's dad died from the cold when Frost was a juvenile. Frost was a strong dog they had captured her and put her in the Organization now. Frost was able to fight back when they tried to make her fully robot so she would follow them.
Picture/Description: Very light silverfish, grey pelt. With icey blue eyes. And black patches around her left eye. And her right eye is green. (I will request a preset for her)
RP Sample: Frost watched the structure. She couldn't find a place to escape out from the structure. She then stared blankly at the ground. She closed her eyes thinking hard./If there is no way to escape there must be a way that can be created\. She thought. She was thinking for a way to make a way. Frost sighed heavily and then rested her shoulders. Frost then stared at the sky and closed her eyes. She watched the other dogs. Not that it gave her a idea watching the dogs but she just kept staring at them blankly. She then closed her eyes tightly. And sighed.
Other... Gender: Female.
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Nice RP.
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ElDorko- You're accepted, you seem to get the RP good enough you are welcomed as the Rebel Beta!
PokemonXY- I'm sorry but your declined, your RP sample is to short and I don't know what's even going on in the RP sample, and I don't understand what your background story is saying. By fighting back, does that mean your fighting off the robot dogs? If you meant that in your background, your character would be DEAD. You have one last try at this RP. GO BACK AND READ EVERYTHING AND WATCH THE VIDEO! If you don't do this its like not retaking a test you failed on, you stick with the grade you get.
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Username: Zarorah
Character Name: Veter
Rank: Rebel Guard(?)
Age: Three years
Background/History: Veter was not born into the Organization; rather, she was taken by force from her home when she was only six months old. Tossed into a cage, she was force-fed the Organization's twisted ideals, and almost completely fell for them (operative word being almost). Near her second birthday, Veter began to hear murmurings of rebellion, but kept silent about them; she cared deeply for these individuals, and swore to never speak of such things, but she believed that any thoughts of escape were futile.
Seasons passed and patrols continued. Veter was eventually "edited" (as she likes to put it) with more powerful hearing, and her back right leg, a bit defunct from birth, was replaced with a mechanical one. She hated it at first, but eventually, like all things, she got used to it. She was often sent out on winter patrols, seeing as her fur blended in with the snow. Not only that, but her fur would also keep her warm for longer. As a result, Veter became the leader of the Cold-Weather Patrol Team (if that's okay, of course) and would often be the one to coordinate the rest of the dogs in her squadron.
Veter almost didn't want to escape, to be quite honest. She was starting to follow this twisted plan like it was her religion. Go out on patrol, find something that didn't quite fit in, and dispose of it. Rinse and repeat. She became well accustomed to the taste of blood and learned to ignore the cries of pain when one dared to fight back. She also began to develop an attitude and often talked back to her superiors. During this time, the final edit she would allow herself was completed- she was given metal teeth that could cut through anything organic.
(Not sure if, at the time this RP starts, the Rebels have already escaped. I'll add this part.) Veter, somehow, escaped one night during her patrol. Nobody knows how, or when, but all know why; she was starting to falter in her beliefs. No longer did she mercilessly kill those who didn't conform; rather, she gave them opportunities to escape, to warn others. Instead of serving the Organization, she now runs from it.
Description/Picture: Veter stands about 30 inches at the shoulder and weighs 118 pounds. She is full-blooded Great Pyrenees as well, granting her with a broad chest and neck. She has deep, yet soft chocolate eyes and a black nose. On the insides of her floppy ears are nodes that replaced her ear drums, allowing her to hear almost everything. Her right rear leg was amputated and replaced with a robotic one, which allows her to run more freely now. Her teeth are metal as well, gifting her with a more powerful bite.
The Ever-Important RP Sample:
"Zero-Zero through Zero-Six, report!" A large, white dog barked, her back stiff and head held high. The lights above her glinted against her teeth, dancing across the surface as she spoke. She stood, impatient, as a rag-tag group of canines dragged themselves forward, most looking as enthusiastic as a wet noodle. "Zero-Zero, why do you look so glum? Do you not know what this evening is?" Veter tilted her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. No one, except maybe the shaggy Great Pyrenees, was excited for the first winter patrol of the season.
"Veter, don't you realize something? We're all short-haired." Zero-Two, a Bull Mastiff mix, chimed in, flicking his ear in annoyance. "If we go out there, we're going to freeze." This was met with murmurs of agreement from the rest of the lineup, their ears pinned back. Veter, quite frankly, could be scary. She was stubborn as all hell, and wasn't exactly kind to those who defied her orders. "I-I mean, we'll go out and do it, but we can't guarantee we'll do a good job. Cold wea-"
"You are going to do a fine job, or you shall be removed!" Veter snapped in reply, plodding toward Zero-Two. "I am not head of the Cold-Weather Patrol Team for nothing. The Cold-Weather Patrol Team is comprised of those whom the Organization sees fit for frigid conditions. Zero-Two, I expect a full report from tonight's patrol. I know when you are lying, and at the first sign of treason, I will have you retired!" She barked in his face, her normally soft eyes boring into the Mastiff's. "Do I make myself clear, Zero-Two? Perform your duties the Organization's standards, or be terminated." She growled lowly, looking at the rest of the group. "That goes for all of you. Do not make me regret my own team. I have had my squadron replaced before, through no fault of my own. Do not make me have to have it replaced again." She padded down the line, looking each canine in the eye. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Veter."
The female smiled inwardly; she always made herself clear.
Always.
You seem to be getting the RP well enough to get accepted... There are some wrong things about your RP sample and the rank you have is not in what I have listed in the ranks for Rebels... There are NO guards... Just the three heads Alpha,Beta,and Delta which is currently open. After the three heads are taken, the rest of the rebels are known at the rank of warrior. Since I did see some mistakes, me and my friends will make sure we go over what little you messed up a bit :3 But otherwise your good!
Your Plot Question- I saw your plot question and yet, when we do get to the RP we will all be in the Organization. We will tell the rebels when its time to break free and start the break out plot.
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ElDorko- You're accepted, you seem to get the RP good enough you are welcomed as the Rebel Beta!
PokemonXY- I'm sorry but your declined, your RP sample is to short and I don't know what's even going on in the RP sample, and I don't understand what your background story is saying. By fighting back, does that mean your fighting off the robot dogs? If you meant that in your background, your character would be DEAD. You have one last try at this RP. GO BACK AND READ EVERYTHING AND WATCH THE VIDEO! If you don't do this its like not retaking a test you failed on, you stick with the grade you get.
I watched the video and read everything. -_- And I usually get ideas when I am RPing INGAME. It doesn't really tell what places are called so I had no clue what to put. If I was actually RPing I would have a idea if other people were posting but no.
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ElDorko- You're accepted, you seem to get the RP good enough you are welcomed as the Rebel Beta!
PokemonXY- I'm sorry but your declined, your RP sample is to short and I don't know what's even going on in the RP sample, and I don't understand what your background story is saying. By fighting back, does that mean your fighting off the robot dogs? If you meant that in your background, your character would be DEAD. You have one last try at this RP. GO BACK AND READ EVERYTHING AND WATCH THE VIDEO! If you don't do this its like not retaking a test you failed on, you stick with the grade you get.
Thank you, Robin! I've already made Tobias in-game. Is there a specific tag, or should I just include the details in my biography? And yes, I love the short animation and such! Beautiful ideas to you and the other creator in whom's name I forgot xD
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No, there is not a certain tag :3 Just include it in your bio,
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I actually did add some ranks... And there will be a tag now that I added them
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I edited my RP sample if that's better
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I edited my RP sample if that's better
Still, its not good enough, but your accepted since I'll be happy to give you a chance, since I've seem you RP MANY times. I'll work with you IG
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I edited my RP sample if that's better
Still, its not good enough, but your accepted since I'll be happy to give you a chance, since I've seem you RP MANY times. I'll work with you IG
=D and Frost's preset is done! (Not made by me. Made by AlphaEclipse) Here it is! https://www.dropbox.com/s/v9k0mji6ma3yukm/PokemonXY_9.fhp (https://www.dropbox.com/s/v9k0mji6ma3yukm/PokemonXY_9.fhp)
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Username: Jean Valjean
Character Name: Jepthah
Rank: Rebel Scout
Age: 3 Y/O
Background/History: Jep lived as a stray his whole life. As a yearling, he was abducted from his free-living life and forcefully brought to the Organization. From the get-go, he grew a tense hatred for the Organization after observing the horrible things they had done to his fellow canine counterparts. He has yet to be given any mechanical parts, although the scientists have been speaking of taking his hind leg as a start. He's lived in the tightly control ed facility since he was a yearling, and has begun to see the small spark of rebellion beginning to be struck by the non-mechs.
Picture/Description: Jephthah is a pure bred Australian Koolie. He has a splotched blue merle coat of medium length fur, and eyes of two different colors. He is generally laid back, however, when it comes to the mechs and humans, he instantly snaps into an aggressive mindset despite any punishment that may be inflicted.
RP Sample: The lone canine lay on the cold concrete floor of his small cell. The barren walls surrounding him give off the feeling of a jail cell- which it basically was. Cranium resting atop his two forepaws, Jephthah's bi-colored gaze rested on the uncomfortable flooring. The Koolie's pointed ears quickly shot forward at the sound of the hallway door creaking open. With a huff, Jephthah hauled himself to his four and turned to face the hallway, driven simply by curiosity. It wasn't long before the the creaking gears of the mech guard's mechanical legs echoed off the clean white-washed walls of the holding room. Other dogs cowered in the corner of their cells, trembling as the fear-inspiring shadow of the mechanical doberman slowly slid past. An immediate tinge of irritation prickled through Jephthah's body, making his spotted fur bristle on end. Clenching his teeth, he glared at the guard as it moved past his cell. Only recently being punished for his outspoken behavior, the Koolie uncharacteristically held his tongue, doing his best to choke down the hateful snarl that threatened to escape his throat. The mech turned its robotic head to shoot a cold, lifeless gaze at him, snapping its metal jaws together as a silent threat. Jephthah flattened his ears, returning the glare, but remaining silent, stepping back as the guard continued its patrol down the hallway.
Extra: Jeppy-poo has a preset. Here is the link to see him in-game: Link (http://www.deviantart.com/art/FREE-PRESET-shetland-sheepdog-313765037)
Note- Preset is not mine. 'Tis ToxicRedWolf's free preset on DA.
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Your good Jim.
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Teehee, shanks.
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Ahem, is this RP still.. going? I can't say I've seen it recently. .w.
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Nope. I am using the map for my new RP. The Hidden Subjects which is still alive. Check out that RP if you want.
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Nope. I am using the map for my new RP. The Hidden Subjects which is still alive. Check out that RP if you want.
Could I have a link to it please?
Btw, I think I could revive this RP just in case anyone else still wishes to be in it.
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Nope. I am using the map for my new RP. The Hidden Subjects which is still alive. Check out that RP if you want.
Could I have a link to it please?
Btw, I think I could revive this RP just in case anyone else still wishes to be in it.
Nu, please don't take over the RP for me...
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Username: Raggedpelt98
Character Name: Akina
Age: 3
Rank: Orginization Alpha
Background: Akina was taken and trained as a youngling, her emotionless, aggressive personality stuck to her, never broken or tamed.She has been feared by lowly ranked strays that dare to wander the alleys, she won't hesitate to eliminate a rebel if they had gone too far. Beware, for that metallic klink you hear just might be her...
Desciprtion: Akina has a sleek build, 54% wolf, two robotisized paws and sharp claws, a silver collar with a tracking device, she has sleek black fur and robotic green eyes, along with a curled up tail.
Rp Samp: Akina slowly walked down the alley, smoke and fog were clogging the alleyways, but no, she wouldn't let anything block her. The partially robotized canine twitched her sensitive, sharp, pricked ears for the smallest sound, or perhaps a escaped rebel. She glared to the side as the scent of a youngling, its mother probably eliminatedmor captured, alone by a trashbin. She parted her jaws and let out a frightening snarl, picking up the youngling who twas too weak to try to escape. I have no emotion, I have no fears. I am the Alpha.
Otherness: Lemme know when this Rp starts, if I'm in of course. I'm a big fan of the Chief Dobie, but this time I brought in a husky/wolf hybrid to replace him.
If you didn't read who I responded to on pange five, this RP is no longer open/being continued on.
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Amazing post! But really :o
+floof for this ! <3
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Application
Username: mushyroom
Character Name: Jack
Rank: Rebel Warrior
Age: 3 years
Background/History: Was taken to the Organization at seven months. He was a stray who happened to be wandering around in the wrong place, at the wrong time. He was taken without difficulty and was turned into a half-robot, covering half his face. Jack followed their orders until he saw his best friend die because he objected to their orders. That was enough to sent him off, making plans ever since to get out.
Picture/Description: Jack is a mutt, very large dog with series of splotches of different colours all around his body. He has blue eyes.
RP Sample: Jack leaned against his rump, his paws touching the dusty surface of the yard. He stared out the gates, his eyes never leaving the icy mountains. He suppressed a low growl, teeth baring. He hated this place, and wanted to get out. 'Soon' He thought, looking behind him to see if any guards were watching him. None, great. He stood up onto his hind paws, his robot legs supporting him greatly.
The mutt put his paws onto the mesh and tested it, it was cold and hard. Not easy to break through. He sighed in annoyance and sat back down.
Other...
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I'm sorry if this sounds rude but really! How many times must I say this! Listen!
DO NOT POST! THIS RP IS NO LONGER OPEN AND NOT BEING CONTINUED!