Re: Nothing Down Below {open} « Result #4 on Oct 30, 2009, 9:11am »
Milly was waiting on Christophe to answer with some dark maybe philosophical comments about the world. Though she had to admit he could be a bit depressing some times she liked listening to his view on things. To her he thought about things a lot more in depth then other people she has discussions with, and she liked that he looked at things differently then she did. Though Milly acted negatively her Mama had taught her to always see things positively, and though it didn’t ever seem liked she did she tried very hard to do that.
Suddenly that was a small voice addressing them. Milly turned her head up to look the girl that had been reading in the corner. The girl seemed to be very shy in her question yet was bold enough to ask a women of upper class to play a piece of music. Well she was carrying a violin around and talking to a stagehand so maybe she had seemed approachable, that would have to be fixed, no matter the fact that she felt sympathy for the girl that wanted to be able to play the violin. Milly narrowed her eyes at her and cocked her chin up in a very snooty way.
She was about to reply with some nasty comment when the girl turned around and walked back to her spot. The little chit! Snapping up to a standing position she was about to lecture that girl on social class but thought better of it with Christophe there and lowered herself back down to her spot. “The nerve!” she mumbled, “To request music and then just walk away like I’m some hired musician!”
Destiny of the Wolf Howl « Result #5 on Oct 26, 2009, 11:42am »
Destiny of the Wolf Howl
Six wolf packs living a perfectly natural way of life..... Velknar, however, have plans to take over the whole of the land, but they rarely succeed. Druid always stop them, and under their protection is the timid pack Ochoa. Dreogan, being a neutral pack, takes no side in these aimless bickering, but simply watches over the land like a parent would a child. Across the river, Larentia has no allies, but attacks anybody who threatens them, and Kumori, secret allies with Ochoa, take side with Velknar. Will you join this land and live a normal wolf life?
Sunset Over Benevolence [original fantasy/horror r « Result #6 on Oct 16, 2009, 9:38pm »
Sunset Over Benevolence is an original fantasy/horror roleplay that takes place in an alternate universe, about a society based roughly upon a mix of sixteenth through eighteenth century New Englanders and ancient pagans.
The isolated village of Benevolence rests in a beautiful valley bordered by hills to the southeast and thick woods to the northwest. Everything grows there, and a hearty crop is enjoyed each year. Newcomers are scarce and viewed with suspicion, generations of families live tight-packed, and superstition runs rampant. All aspects of life, from planting to marriages, have a specific time and manner recommended by the village elders in accordance with the arrangement of stars and planets. All is calm and constant.
Despite the quiet, peaceful nature of the village, the inhabitants live in fear. As long as anyone can remember the village has been plagued by what they call the Gewin, a mysterious race of monsters who slaughter any unlucky traveler caught in the woods at night. Little is known about them, but lore says that they are the wolves of the forest, cursed humans condemned to live in guilt and hiding as mere beasts during the day and thirst for the blood of their former race at night. Under the moon, they are said to be gloriously beautiful creatures whose allure draws all who see them, but deadly for their deep and horrific thirst.
The Gewin have extraordinary strength and agility, and heightened senses that would make the nighttime hours unavoidably fatal for the villagers but for one factor: the Guardians. Although the villagers of Benevolence do not know how, they know from experience that the Guardians are what keep the Gewin from entering the village. And what are the Guardians? Cats. The whole village, thus, is quite populated with cats. Each cat is well-cared for and carefully named, treated with great respect, and every cat (amazingly, the cat population has just barely exceeded that of the humans) is known by name to every villager. The cats are allowed to choose their own homes, as every door is open to them; some choose to wander and change locations often, while some choose to attach themselves to a particular home or person.
The bravest and able of the young men take shifts, alongside many cats, in wooden towers built at the edge of the forest in order to watch for the Gewin. Although occosionally deaths occur in the dark hours of the night – in which bloodless humans are found the next morning beside their mangled Guardians, in the stillness of a quiet home – mostly the Gewin are kept at bay. The village, although fearful, continues to live and to thrive.
The secrets that lie beneath this strange phenomenon are deep and frightful. Two opposing sides fight for the lives of the villagers, the Guardians and the Gewin, neither knowing their exact origins except from long-kept legends of old. Still they war, and the villagers caught in between remain largely in ignorance.
Re: Nothing Down Below {open} « Result #7 on Oct 10, 2009, 6:26pm »
Melodie shuffled her shoes quietly as she felt the other presence of the girl of upper-class status holding a violin case. Social environments even such as petty as this, was never her strong point. It made her nervous, and sometimes quite paranoid. She swallowed a little and involuntarily shivered from the morning breeze and pulled her cloak around herself tighter. Maybe if she didn’t say anything there would be no cause for drawing attention to herself. It was futile though, she did not want to seem irritated or fickle, and she always was friendly in nature.
She swallowed again and took a deep breath before looking slowly over at the two in conversation. She did not want to interrupt, but she didn’t want to be seen as a threat neither. “I hope I am not disturbing you.” She smiled meekly. She gestured to the woman holding her violin case. “I’ve always wanted to learn to play, but I was told my fingers were too flimsy. I would love to hear you play a piece.”
She snapped her mouth shut instantly and looked out toward the horizon again. She never did think to hold her tongue before she spoke. Her mother had always told her she chattered even more so when she was nervous. Perhaps it was her need for making herself and others feel at ease that she didn’t mean to cause harm, or perhaps her mouth just constantly ran away with her for no reason at all. She wasn’t sure.
She didn’t know what to say or how to greet the young stagehand. He did not seem to be in the mood for strange company this morning, and she quietly understood. Though as to not be rude, she gave him a small smile that didn’t seem to gratuitous and thought perhaps he would just rather be left alone. She herself knew what it was like to wish to seek solitude in the passing days. She often spent time on the roof, more nights than anything else, to read, or glance up at the stars and remind herself just how big the world could be. It was much better than laying restless within the dormitories and listening to the silence of those sleeping by.
Yes, she felt she had said enough to be respectful and pleasant without being overbearing. And she left it as it was. She wondered again whether she should go down for breakfast and finally settled on the negative to spare a few more moments upon the roof and welcoming another day. She looked blinked and looked up to the sky briefly before mentally sending a loving thought for her mother, and went back over to her small ‘nest’ as it were, and re-opened her book, settling against the stone behind her.
Over a century ago, the story of the Phantom of the Opera was rumored to have taken place within the very halls of the Paris Opera House. But the rumors were more than what they said, more than just a story. Monsieur Gaston Leroux set down in words the workings of a genius and the events that followed. In the end, Christine received her Raoul and disappeared. The reality turned to rumor, and quickly faded to a bedtime story for the hopeless romantic. But things are changing now. The Opera House still stands and invites thousands through its doors each year. Some are in the pursuit of fame, others just a chance to prove themselves. The stories of Christine, Erik, and Raoul still float about the walls, whispering of dark, fiery days. It was said that Christine had given birth to Erik’s child, though no proof could be presented, and that the De Chagny/Daae name would one day rise again. Now it is your turn, though. Choose a path at the Opera House and beware of the twisting corridors. Each new hallway holds a surprise, and each new day holds a dream that can be reached. What will you do at Eriks Opera?
Wolves of the Woods; LB « Result #9 on Oct 9, 2009, 10:26am »
Many a creature becomes lost in the wild barren lands of Mother Russia. Out in the woods, away from all space and time, anything can form, anything can happen. Within these lands, where very few people stray, in the wilderness where no one would bother to poke around, an area of illusions exist. Illusions of wolves, dogs, hyenas, every existing line of canine is here. These illusions mingle, in seperated packs. Twisted Desires, of the darker line, and Fog Valley of neutral allegiance, Lunar Moon Plains, the pure pack, are in a sudden situation where they should band together. A new pack is here, on the outskirts of the loner lands, a pack of rabid, wild dogs, who call themselves the Straylanders. Can these packs allow themselves to come together, to run out the dogs?
Who's side of illusions will you fight on? Will you take a chance in our woods?
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MORE THAN VANITY :: No-App, Over 100 Canons! « Result #10 on Aug 28, 2009, 2:44pm »
(PICTURES IN MAGAZINES, MOVIE SCREENS) VANITY !! (THERE IS A CAMERA, SO MANY BEAUTY QUEENS)
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DREAMING ABOUT THE SPOTLIGHT Welcome to Los Angeles. The city of fashion, acting, and everything in the limelight. Here stars are created, and others are found. Here is where everyone comes to see the rich and famous, and everyone dreams of being in the spotlight. To have attention every second. Well, who wouldn't want that life?
LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS Maybe the ones who are already famous wouldn't care to have some alone time, some time out of the spotlight. But then again that just depends on how they view it. Or maybe how popular they are. Funny how they are jealous of the unfamous, and the unfamous are jealous of the famous. Isn't it ironic?
WOULDN'T IT BE JUST LOVELY FOR ME Besides the famous, there's the unfamous. Or maybe the infamous, however you want to look at it. The ones who have to scratch at the bottom of their purses for a car. The ones who are wannabes and the ones that think they've got what it takes. Well, now the question is do they? And can they survive Los Angeles, Hollywood, and those bitchy celebs?
Charmed: A New Beginning « Result #11 on Aug 28, 2009, 2:42pm »
"Sweeter than any candy, your smile can make the world a better place."
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For hundreds of years, theories of twins with magical powers sparked controversy amongst mortals. There were those who believed that twins were connected from birth and then there were those who believed that it was nonsense. Of course, these mortals never had heard of the prophecy, and why would they? They're mortals after all. It was the prophecy of the Apocalypse Twins. The prophecy was a strange one, something that even witches thought was an old wives tale, but could the prophecy be true?
The prophecy is as follows: "The connected shall soon disappear without a trace, unable to be found. The connected are one and one is all, their power is unmatched. When the two are one, their power may destroy everything in sight or save the world from an unfortunate fate. But beware ... for there is always the other side of which we know nothing about." So what did this mean? The Charmed Ones spotted this prophecy one day in the Book of Shadows, but dismissed it as nothing. They had no idea what this prophecy really meant.
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So the Charmed Ones ignored the prophecy and went on with their lives, each of them having more children or some of their own. As a gift from the heavens, the ones they had lost have been revived. Prue and Andy soon wed and have their own children. Their grandmother and mother are also revived and given a second chance at life. One day, something terrible happened. Piper's twin girls were kidnapped, just like the prophecy predicted. This still didn't phase Piper, until Phoebe remembered the prophecy. Piper was still skeptical, but as the days went on, Piper began to believe more and more of the prophecy.
Fourteen years have passed since that day, the girls each found loving families, but soon the girls started to notice something. They each had powers that they could not explain, and they each continued to grow more and more powerful as the years grew on. Melinda was living with her two adoptive parents, Abigail and Emil Thomas. Her mother was a wealthy lawyer and her father was a wealthy private practitioner. Mia ended up living with a very kind mother who was a detective on the east coast. In fact, she and her mother Clare were both neighbors to a certain officer from San Francisco, and Clare was his partner. The officer known as Daryll Morris.
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Unable to even locate the twins, magically or otherwise, Mia and Melinda continue on with their lives, not even knowing about each other or their real families. And to make matters worse, a prophecy has also been fulfilled in the Underworld. Born to the Source of All Evil are his own set of twins, Luke and Lucy Hulstin. Aside from the Source trying ever so hard to locate the said Charmed powers, unbeknownst to the Halliwells, he just may finally have his own unstoppable arsenal to thwart any chances the Charmed Ones may have.
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Who will get to Melinda and Mia first? The Charmed Ones or the Source? Will the Halliwells find out about the Evil Twins? The clock is ticking. Make your own legacy at Charmed: A New Beginning!
He's as damned as he seems, with more heaven than a heart could hold.
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Aveline D'Aubigne « Result #13 on Jul 11, 2009, 3:43pm »
Felicity Jones
Who is it there staring?
Name: Aveline D'Aubigne Age | B-day: Twenty, April 10th Position: Chorus Girl
Hair: Like that of dark, copper wire, falling between her shoulders, curls slightly at the ends Eyes: Light hazel, round and heavily lashed Markings: Light freckling on her shoulders and the bridge of her nose
Learn to see, to find the man
Phobia: Death, for it changed her life so drastically, and does not wish it to happen again. Habit: She tends to clean or write/draw in her journal when she's bored; she also practices her viola when she has the spare time. Pet Peeve: Ignorance, stupidity, perfection
Personality: Outwardly, Aveline can be the kindest and most polite of individuals. She is never without a soft smile and a kind word, but this is only a well constructed and cleverly designed mask. Inwardly...well, she may as well be one of the ugliest girls you'd ever lay eyes upon. Extremely prone to jealousy, rather sneaky and a deviant, Aveline is in it for herself, and only herself. She believes herself to be superior to the other chorus girls, and while she is not without talent, her confidence is almost overwhelming, her ego only comparable to that of Carlotta. She is not against getting her hands dirty to get what she wants; behind her usually quiet demeanor, she is an extremely passionate girl. She is rather an extreme neat freak, and dislikes any sort of disorganization, that and laziness. She does not take excuses; secretly, she is extremely passionate, losing herself in romance novels and the playing of her viola. She is known to lose hours practicing her viola and her singing to make sure she is the best at what she does.
What kind of life have you known?
Family: Gustave D'Aubigne (father,deceased), Helene Godfrey-D'Aubigne (mother, 53)
History: Aveline was born on a rainy April day to a newly wed family in the French countryside. Her father was a struggling musician, his real job relying on construction, though it didn't pay much. Her mother was the purest definition of what a housewife should be, and spent her days coddling Aveline and giving her what she could, pretty much spoiling her. Her father died when she was rather young, around nine, and from there she lived the quiet life with her mother, who had to get a job working as a seamstress in Paris, which meant they had to move from their peaceful life in the countryside to that of a more hectic life in the city, living in the Parisian slums.
In between helping her mother with the clothing she brought home from her clients, Aveline continued with her father's work, at least the songs he left behind, and struggled to teach herself to play his most prized possession, an old viola; her mother had also noticed that, although it was not exactly a thing of angels, Aveline had a wonderful voice, and she was sure to remind Aveline every moment she could of how talented she was, bolstering her confidence to unknown heights. She assured her that, one day, she would be the most beloved of all Paris, believing that she saw her late husband in her child's eyes and actions; she wanted to support her in a way that she never supported her husband.
Saving as much money as she could, her mother had her audition at the Opera Garnier when she was eleven years old. Her audition successful, her mother has been supporting her with as much money as she can to continue her lessons, giving more for her daughter than herself. Aveline is very diligent in her studies, and works hard to be the greatest that she can be. She scoffs the rumors of the Opera House Ghost, convinced that it's just the work of her lazy colleagues, who would rather make up stories than practice to do their best on opening night.
Whose is that face in the mask?
Name: Lucinda Experience: About four to five years Contact: AIM -->XxhaachibixX Other Characters: None
RP Sample: The Bal Masque was always something to look forward to, especially for the chorus girls. Any chance for them to dress up their fanciest and, for most of them anyway, to catch the eye of some handsome gentleman. Not Aveline, of course; normally, she couldn't be bothered with such frivolities. She'd rather be in her room, enticing melodies from her father's viola, she'd kept it in such good condition since he'd died...it still sounded so beautiful, even today. This night would have been the best to do so, at the very least. All of her colleagues would have been at the ball, and she would have had the entirety of the dorm to herself. Honestly, it would have been the nicest night to stay in. However, something had drawn her to this...at least enough to dress up and wander about the crowded ball room, desperately trying to avoid any contact with the other guests, which was proving to be near to impossible.
Her mask was delicately shaped to match the wings of a butterfly, skillfully painted with soft lines and curves of lilac, white and black on thin silk to give it a fluttering effect, placed gently on her nose and tied back around her head with a black, silk ribbon. The butterfly's body in the center, along with the ridges of her eyes and the wings, were tinted gold, further bringing out the color in her pale hazel eyes, almost giving them a yellowing effect. Her dress, sleeveless with long lilac gloves, matched the soft colour of her lilac dress, the edges of the frills, right on the waist and along the bottom of the dress that flared out at her hips were white, creating swooping designs that almost resembled fluttering wings; her waist was tied back with a black corset, if only to give her some sort of shape. Her coppery hair, brushed out and thankfully not as frizzy as it normally was, was pulled back halfway and curled, soft ringlets draped over her pale shoulders and down her back, her eyes circled with a brown eye pencil and her face dusted with white powder, giving her a somewhat ethereal look, one that could not be accomplished without the air that she gave off. Aveline exuded confidence, even somewhat of a powerful aura that she was sure the other chorus girls could feel...it was why they kept away from her mostly. She could be scary when she wanted to, that was certain.
Aveline looked around, blankly gazing at the other guests as she darted in between the various patrons, moving silently and swiftly as she snaked around, her rouge painted lips, pulled thin as she watched the merry making, and...the very, very many drunks. Finally, her eyes did fall upon a familiar face. Christine Daae...her eyes narrowed to slits when she saw her...how very pretty she was tonight. Then again, she was always pretty...and surprisingly talented. Aveline could recall a time when Christine could barely even squawk out a note, and now she was the new prima donna? Something didn't feel right about it...then again...she hated Christine. Her beauty, her talent...that damned perfect voice of hers...who was that with her? It was definitely not the Viscount; yes, she'd at least caught that much daily gossip from the others. He was too tall...imposing almost...whoever he was, he was certainly interesting...even more so to dress up as the Red Death of Edgar Allen Poe. Very creative...the outfit was stunning, that was certain...she found herself moving hesitantly, slowly over to where they were, careful enough not to get close, but close enough to watch, quietly.
Re: Sunday Drink {Open} « Result #15 on Jul 5, 2009, 5:24am »
It was slowly but steady getting out of line. If this continued, those two would be at each others throats within the next few minutes and then, so Jack had concluded, the French would lose, most likely even his life. It was hardly a way to start the day, was it?
Jack sighed to himself, then he finished his drink. Not that he cared too much about the French, but a fight, right here in front of his nose, or even a duel at a later point were hardly necessary. It simply wasn't worth it. Not over something as trivial as this. As it was, Jack was already preparing himself for an intervention. A duel between other people wasn't his business, no, but someone throwing away his life like this... Dear god. He just couldn't watch, could he?
Still, first he wanted to see the boy's reaction to what the Brit had just said. Communists? Jack's own experience with those folks were limited. However, he had heard one or two things about them and he had to say that they seemed to be quite stupid. They seemed to be a rather violent bunch, only hungry for power, not really caring about anything than getting said power. Just like all those politicians who talked big, which made them not necessarily friends of Jack Beauregard.
Re: Sunday Drink {Open} « Result #16 on Jul 5, 2009, 5:15am »
“If I wish to talk behind your back, I will do so, son. What are you going to do about it? Call your communist friends?”
Geoffrey had no love for those Reds. Their little revolution in Paris just four years ago had been put down quickly. Those Reds could only cause problems and apparently this little Frog was also one of them. His whole attitude seemed to give it away. What was his problem anyway? He was just some little French kid who seemed to believe that he owned the place. Typical French. First they were all on their high horses, and the soon after that they would get their asses kicked by almost everyone in Europe. Well, if the boy would continue begging for it, then Geoffrey would happily oblige. There was no reason to go easy on a child like that, who was most like a communist anyway. And communists... had no rights.
People from five different countries struggle each day. The powerful want to stay in command and keep their good fortunes. The rest fight to survive day by day.
A Land of the Magic...
In Shayz'renth, there's great power over the elements: shadow, light, fire, water, wind, and earth, but it can only be granted only by the Sages that rule them. Each day brings another theft, another murder, and another noble feigning ignorance. Every day a person must chose between what is right and what is wrong.
A Land of Barrenness...
In Kolshtak, the desert brings little to those who live in it. Communities form around sources of water, depending on them for survival. It is from this country that the gypsies were born, clans that formed generations ago to survive.
A Land of the Nature...
Governed by elves, Manti strives to be the most beautiful country. Still recovering from a civil war, they are enjoying peaceful times again. Some within are not so well off though. While some cities are rich with beauty and life, other cities are struggling each day.
A Land of the Trade...
It's not easy to be a landlocked country, and Lalan'ay would agree. What they cannot get from the ocean, they make up for in hard work and patience. They reach out to make trades routes with the countries around them.
A Land of the Chaos...
Pyroose has no central government. Their frozen lands are littered with hundreds of clans. Most of the people stay in the forested mountains. It is the most violent of the five countries. The people often prey on each other. Those born within are unlikely to ever see adulthood, and the brave travelers who visit have a tendency to disappear.
Will you join? _________________________ Level: Intermediate Genre: Medieval Fantasy Rating: R Original Birth: 2001 Moved to AcornRack: December 2007 _________________________
What we offer • Plots: There's a holiday or event each month, and there are several member created plots. It's easy to jump in, whether it's an assassination, a quest, trouble in the temples, or a masquerade. • Places: There are several boards to roleplay in different countries and clans. • Positions & Species: You name it, we probably have it. If not, we're open to new ideas. We also have adoptable characters and important positions to fill. • Friendly and Active Members • A C-box • Details: Lots of information for character development or just for the sake of reading.
They are locked, but you can go ahead and simply reply to the claims threads. No need to place in the bio unless you really want to. Or, if you want, you can PM me the name, and I'll go ahead and add it to both places for you. Whichever works for you. ^^
I feel absolutely ridiculous asking this. And probably seem a little bit of a slow-thinker. I'm not usually. Heh.
However, my character has been approved, and at the time, I didn't have a face or voice claim. Is there anyway I can add to my character profile now, or is it too late? And if so, how? (As I'm not sure how some of the coding works) I'm shamefully new to the RPG via forum/messageboard world, so I'm still getting my feet wet a bit.
Five years have passed since the incident with the Phantom and Christine Daaé. Since then, Raoul and Christine have married, and many of the former members have moved on, forced to find employment elsewhere as the place was abandoned. However, recently the doors have been reopened, and the managers are looking for new people to join their cast despite the whispers and rumors concerning the Phantom. Many wonder if he's alive or dead and if he's still around the remains of the Populaire, lurking somewhere in the shadows. Yet somehow the show must go on.
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6/21/09 - Well, I'm back from vacation. It was a fun trip aside from some small scares. If you want to see pictures, just let me know. Anyway, I shall try to get posts up as soon as possible. Hope everyone is doing well!
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