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 Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 2:08 pm
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Welcome to the roleplay, I hope you enjoy yourself ^_~
One day, far in the future, a company of scientists attached to a powerful and oppressive empire tried to harness the power of antimatter for their own unlimited energy source. But something went horribly wrong, and the experiment resulted in a hole being torn in the very fabric of the dimensions itself. A time rift was opened and several individuals, form different spaces and times were forced into the present dimension. Confused and afraid, they have to band together and somehow repair the damage which was done....
In this rp, you can be any person from any time - historical, present or futuristic. You are brought together and shoved into 2009 America...
I’ll be rping as Tyran form the 25th century. I’ve structured this so that it sort of makes sense within the universe of my book. For you, that only means that Tyran’ll probably be a bit more useful, since he’s been through some crazy crap before -haha
Anyway, enjoy, have fun and take the story where you like - we’ll probably be able to keep shifting lands/dimensions throughout the rp, so it’ll certainly be interesting ^_~
Also, if a couple of characters could be from this time (2009 Earth) that’d be a real help too. You can have as many characters as you like.
Have fun!
p.s ~ Fan characters are allowed (eg Dr.who, Star Wars characters etc), but please use them very sparingly. Origional characters are always more interesting ^_~
Character Sheet
Gaia name:
[tektek please]
Character name:
Nicknames/s(?):
Race:
Time period& place they lived:
Age:
Occupation:
Appearance(pic or description):
Personality:
Bio:
Skills:
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 2:09 pm
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Character Sheets
Gaia name: dragontamer363
Character name: Tyran suao
Nicknames/s(?):
Race: Mont’an
Time period& place they lived: 25th century (future - space age)
Age: 32
Occupation: ex-mercenary turned Cargo-ship crew.
Appearance(pic or description):
Tyran training: http://dragontamer363.deviantart.com/art/Tyran-training-pen-38466276
Old Picture: http://dragontamer363.deviantart.com/art/Tyran-nuddy-pants-36406545
(now his tail’s black, in the old picture’s it’s wrong haha. I apologise for always drawing him with his shirt off. I tend to practice my anatomy on him lol)
Fur like spiky black hair with red strips, purple eye, slashed scars across face which pulls the corner of his mouth into a bit of a smirk on one side. Long black monkey-like tail, relatively tanned skin, long limbs, long fingers, fairly angular features. Tallish and athletically built. Scars form a flogging on his back and a bulletwound scar on his stomach.
Personality: Somewhat gruff, he usually speaks in short sentances and doesn’t have much patience for people he deems as idiots. His life has been permanently riddled with various types of guilt and resentment, but he’s mellowed and for the past couple of years he’s finally been happy. He’s often practical, no nonsense and speaks his mind with little regard for other’s feelings. He likes to be in charge, but can become quite protective if people who need his help. He’s an extremely good fighter, specialising in guns. His race were tree dwellers, so agility comes as part of the package. He’s self conscious about his appearance, though covers it with a gruffness and quickness to take offense.
Bio: Tyran’s had a rocky life. Originally coming from the very tribal and xenophobic Mont’an home planet, he joined a ship to work in space after he grew sick of the wars there. For many years he worked as a mercenary soldier. After some weird events which threatened the galaxy itself he found some friends who led him into accepting himself and learning how to trust people again. When that was all over he stayed with these four people and set up a small business shipping cargo around space. A couple of years later, the next thing he knows and he’s shoved into the past..........
Skills: Practicality, military training, ruthlessness, ability to drive a small spaceship, decent skill with a sword, very good with guns and customising then, a hard punch and harder kick, experience with the weird.
Gaia name: 0Moon_Maiden0
Character name: Tatum Williams
Nicknames/s: Tat
Race: Human
Time period& place they lived: Middle Ages ((15th century Europe))
Age: 19
Occupation: Jester/Harlequin ((Not sure if they can be female but I didn't find where it said they couldn't either.....))
Appearance(pic or description): ((When her mask is off she has a cheerful face and bright brown eyes.
Personality: Always tries to have a positive attitude towards events that life throws at her. She loves to talk, tease, play tricks, perform, and make jokes. However, even though she keeps a strong front she still gets nervous and frighten at times. Other things about her....weakness for cute or shiney ((probably the thief in her-haha)) things....a dreamer....
Bio: Orginally Tat lived on the streets....surviving through thievery. At age 12 she was caught by another jester by the name of George Williams when she tried to pick his pocket. However instead off turning her in he took her under his guidence-raising her as a daughter and training her to become a jester.
Skills: Quick & agile, pick-pocketing, most animals get along with her, uses cloth and a gold rod in performances which could also double as a weapon, stilled at throwing knives and likes playing fire. She also has a pet cat named Luka who is very well trained in many tricks.
Gaia name: apiyo
Character name: Stephanie Murphy
Nicknames/s(?):
Race: Human
Time period& place they lived: 1987 Virginia
Age: 21
Occupation: Biology Graduate student/ Teacher
Appearance(pic or description): Red hair hair. 5'6" She wears bright makeup and her hair is short and poofy.
Personality: Stephanie is cheerful and generally has a good sense of humor but thinks it can go to far. She doesn't like fighting and wants everything to be positive. She tries to be nice and spare peoples' feelings. Sometimes she will lie to avoid conflict.
Bio: She is the middle of 3 children. She is has to live up to her older sister, who is seemingly perfect. While her family doesn't hate her she gets lost in the shuffle. She is a grad student and teaches under grad classes. Her works under a genetics professor who studies human variation.
Skills: Her knowledge of biography as well as history and trivia. She's good at solving puzzles.
Gaia name: b10n1cl3k1n6
Character name: Vence Elserain
Nicknames/s(?): None. sometimes people would call him blade, due to his mastery of it.
Race: Human
Time period& place they lived: Fourth age of the world of Seschydiah, living on the border of Medeancore and Kryll-Ti.
Age: 18
Occupation: Blademaster and Fire Elementalist; Ranking of Captain in Medeancorean Army and climbin.
Appearance(pic or description): see Tektek above. Blue eyes, brown, somewhat messy hair, scars from past endeavors mark his face. Around 5' 11" with a strong build.
Personality: Likes getting straight to the point of things. He's very friendly by anyone''s standards, but he chooses his friends wisely. he's not one to hang out with "the wrong sort." He likes attempting his luck at puzzles and riddles, and enjoys talking about the strange. A brilliant tactician and a creative, innovative mind, he can get his way out of any difficult situation. That doesn't mean arguments, though. He tends to be the following type, and doesn't admit to be all he is; underconfident, in a sense.
Bio: If you've seen what Vence has done before, you know well his bio. Vence grew up working part time on a farm, the rest of his time as a smith in training. During any of his free time, he would teach himself how to read, write, carry out other day to day activities, and most of all learn to weild a sword. By the time he was 15, when he first started to experience real life, he was a competent swordsman and was recognized as a hard worker.
A great war broke out quite suddenly, and every able bodied man was drafted, being far outnumbered by their enemies. This of course, included Vence. After several victories, He skill was recognized, particularly after one event. He was noted as a dangerous threat against the east, and was promoted again and again after every great victory, both in his favor and against all odds. Now, at 18, Vence and his army have dealt the final blow against the armies of the east, Particularly the armies of Vrellthean, and the war has been won. Still in his armor, he has begun his journey home...
Skills: extraordinary skills with a sword in hand and ability to control fire. Has a decent amount of brainpower, too. |
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 5:23 pm
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Gaia name: 0Moon_Maiden0
Character name: Tatum Williams
Nicknames/s: Tat
Race: Human
Time period& place they lived: Middle Ages ((15th century Europe))
Age: 19
Occupation: Jester/Harlequin ((Not sure if they can be female but I didn't find where it said they couldn't either.....))
Appearance(pic or description): ((When her mask is off she has a cheerful face and bright brown eyes.
Personality: Always tries to have a positive attitude towards events that life throws at her. She loves to talk, tease, play tricks, perform, and make jokes. However, even though she keeps a strong front she still gets nervous and frighten at times. Other things about her....weakness for cute or shiney ((probably the thief in her-haha)) things....a dreamer....
Bio: Orginally Tat lived on the streets....surviving through thievery. At age 12 she was caught by another jester by the name of George Williams when she tried to pick his pocket. However instead off turning her in he took her under his guidence-raising her as a daughter and training her to become a jester.
Skills: Quick & agile, pick-pocketing, most animals get along with her, uses cloth and a gold rod in performances which could also double as a weapon, stilled at throwing knives and likes playing fire. She also has a pet cat named Luka who is very well trained in many tricks.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 3:21 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 4:05 am
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dragontamer363 rotfl! Moon she's awesome biggrin *can't wait* yup i'll put her up on the main character post ^_^ I'll start soon (probably when I'm bored and want to procrastinate form my revison -ahem-)
tee-hee, thankies....I've been wanting to RP as a jester for a while and now seemed like the perfect time. ^_^ |
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 12:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 2:05 pm
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[let's start!
oh yeah, I forgot a couple of things about Tyran: he has odd feet - they’re a bit more hand-ish, but not full on monkey hands, if you get what I mean. Long toes XD And he has an acute sense of smell. Yup.]
Tyran had never smelt sulphur before, but he supposed that what he smelt now was just that. It was something like the static atmosphere at a heavy thunderstorm. It invaded his senses and temporarily blinded him.
He found he was laid spread-eagled on the floor, and the world span around him. He had cracked his head on the ground as he fell, but he could not for the life of him think what he had fallen from. He had been stood up, picking up a crate of cargo and chatting to Kero as they loaded the ship and then - CRACK. Something pulled at him, there was a brief flash of intense pain, and now he lay with a splitting headache on the floor.
Only...this was not the same floor.
That thought caught him off guard and unsettled him. He quickly forced himself upto a sitting position and winced against a swirl of nausea. As he gradually focused in he leant forwards on his thighs and looked at the floor below him. It was hard concrete.
His stomach leapt in sudden fear and he looked up at the sky. It was a somewhat lazy blue and whispy clouds drifted above.
“Holy s**t....”
He had been on a spaceship. There was no sky! He stood up ignored the dizziness and loekd about him. The sounds suddenly seemed to flood in. The smell of some sort of fuel and vehicles in the near distance, rolling by on a road. He staggered to a wall, repressing the urge to throw up. What the hell had happened.
Thsi place...it was different. Wrong, somehow. He squinted at the cars and the styles of buildings and wondered why he couldn’t recognise anything.
He wondered why he wasn’t in goddamned space.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 2:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 4:15 pm
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Once his nausea had settled simply into the tight grip of anxiety around his stomach he allowed hismlef a precious moment to breath and methodically adjuust his eyepatch. His long black tail flicked side to side in long agitated archs. he dragged his fingers through the red strands of hair taht dangled eitehr side of his angular jaw, finding some comfort in tugging the knots out as he studied his surroundings.
His first impressions were right, he was somewhere different. In 15 years working as a mercenary he had been to many planets, most of them in soem way operated by the Federation. Since the Federation was essentially human populated and based on Earth, he assumed that their buildings were like thsoe of Earth. Last year he'd made a flying visit to the small planet, and his logic had been proved right.
These buildings...they weren't those of Earth, at leats not at first view. Yet they held something similar.
he walked out, but was wise enough to conceal his tail and his gun immeditaely. If one was in a place they didnt' know, he knew that it was wisest to try and blend.
~Fat chance of that~ he thought, eyeing the people he eventually saw. They were human, no doubt about that.
He walked down the street and glared at anyone who dared look at him for too long. predictably, they backed down. he looed at the buildings and one caught his eye.
"What the hell?"
Now this was farmiliar. the design was definatly earth - one of thsoe classic buildings they seemed to try and keep preserved. Something that was supposed to look like some old culture of theirs. 'Roman' - that was it.
Written above it were the words 'Central Library'.
"That's not good."
The smells, the air was like he remebered earth. the sky was blue, the sun was high and small in the sky, the clouds were tame....
He carrie don wlaking down the street and spotted a shop selling what seemed like basic stationary. He ducked into it, fidning to his surprise that he had to push the door open and that a little manual bell dinged as he entered. that such a small detail unsettled him so greatly wasn't something he wished ot dwell much on.
He made straight for the rack of books to examine their titles. On a shelf above them, there was a round object on an anxel.
'Junior Globe - $20'
Tyran wondered what the hell '$' was. He picke dit up and examined it, his heart thudding as he scanned the farmiliar continents.
"Australia, Europe, australiasia,Africa...." he grunted to himself. he skowled at it and replaced it and started searching through the books.
"Can I help you, sir?"
he half jumped and turned, holding a kid's geography book in his hand. the young woman did a double take when she saw his scars, but then smiled at him and tilted her head a little in expectation of an answer.
Tyran suddenly panicked.s**t he would have to amke his mind up about where he was. If teh Federation wasn't obviously about then they might not have had the Linguistic Modulator Injection to enable them to understand any language. He had refused the injection for many years before he caved in and got it, so he knew more than just his native Mont'an, but he only fluently knew three languages. The woman looked human, this placed looked a damnsight like Earth....he risked speaking in English.
"I-I'm just looking." He said, wincing a little. The woman smiled again and nodded, obviously understanding. he practically sagged in relief.
"For anything in particular?" she asked again. he repressed the urge to tell her to just piss off and leave him alone.
"For my niece...." he lied, and spotted an opening for why the woman might be of use. "She's into Geography and History. She's only young."
"I see. Well, here." The woman picked out a few books. "I got these for my little sister a while back. she enjoyed them."
"Thanks." He took the books out of her hands and she nodded and left him alone. He rubbed a hand over his temples, feeling a headcahe coming on. he flciked open a book and squinted at the writing, the letters not assisting his headache. He checked ot the back of teh books for flags.
United Nations.... Either the book was pretty old, or he was in deep crap.
He looked out of the window again at the archaic cars, at the distinct lack of extraterrestrials.
he picked up a book with a picture of a rocket on it in the ' this month's bestsellers' list and loked trhough the various pictures of spaceships and kid's cartoon illustrations. He then turned to the front of the book and searched the small writing for the publisher's date.
2009
"Oh God..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 3:56 am
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(lol staaalker XD)
After rifling througha few more books Tyran';s confusion only grew.
2009,2008,1977,1999,1984,1994,2005,2009...
Nothing was later than that. But 2009 was over 400 years ago.
Realising that his frantic rifling trhough the pages was probably marking him out as some sort of freak, he forced hismelf to take a long exhale and carefully replace the books. Not wanting to draw much more attention to hismlef he skulked out of the shop in one quick movement and rounded the corner, immeidtaely smacking into the person who he hadn't noticed peering in thr widnows.
"Sjakca!" He exclaimed, spitting out a Mon'tan curse before he could rein it in. he staggered a little backwards and frowned, before takinga double take. the person in front of him was dressed in a full jester costume.
"I--uh, s**t... wha-" he shook hismlef, and discarded his questions. Now wasn't the time "Sorry." he snapped before beginning to move off again, hoping to find a goddmaned newspaper somewhere.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 4:35 am
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