Académie de Songer « Result #1 on Oct 19, 2009, 2:21pm »
Welcome to Académie de Songer, a French Academy that has remained secreted away from the world in the small, little known hamlet Ville de le Lune...until now. Venture into its hallowed halls that have been made open for all to see! Learn its history, its mysteries, its secrets! Prepare for the journey of your life and a future full of wonder!!
All races welcome! Friendly, welcoming staff and positions available Roleplay opportunities from many points of view, not simply students and faculty! A chance to participate in a growing, evolving storyline that's modern with a historical twist! Everyone welcome.
just chilling (anyone can join) « Result #2 on Oct 11, 2009, 6:38pm »
Swimming in a sea of stars
Shiori walks in and sees no one here. She sits down in a corner booth and pulls out her bottle. She thinks to herself shouldn't people be here come on its saturday nite and no ones here. The place is deserted like the desert. She gets up and grabs a pair of cosplay ears. So she doesn't get into any legal trouble. i wonder if i should call Riine or Keo? I wonder if thren would want to hang out. How could i get a hold og him? i could find him but that would be kinda stalker-ish. Oh well. Shiori pulls out a book and starts to read.
The stories that have manifested from the deepest roots of normal society have successfully placed a scarlet letter on their kind, rendering them untouchable. Unwanted. Feared.
In a world where being ‘different’ means that you’re nothing but the gum under the normal’s shoe, where you are picked on and called crude names like ‘Witch!’ or ‘Freak!’ or worse, ‘Beast!’, there is one place where you can be what you were born to be, a place where you can shine in all your abnormal glory.
Iye is probably one of the most difficult games to explain — seeing as it is to be formed by it’s inhabitants. The setting is somewhere far off, somewhere unseen, untouched by everyday man. It may be a separate universe, or vortex, or country; no one knows. All they know is that things happen, strange and magical things always happen. There are nymphs, elves, tigers, lions, horses, pegasus, unicorns, winged bears and horned beasts — the question is…where do you fit in?
Ah.
But that is for you to find out. Will you start a herd? A harem? A family? An army or legion? You make your place, your own rules — creativity has no limits, and in turn, neither does Iye.
Re: New Girl In Town (Open) « Result #6 on Sept 28, 2009, 10:53am »
"Aww.. Don't be mad.. You almost got me there. I'll admit, you're damned fast." She says with a smile. She stands straight, her left hand clutching the mouth of the sheathe at her side, right hand falling away to her right side. "Though, you did kinda break a cardinal rule, there. A blind rush will get you killed against someone good. It isn't always about being offensive. Defense is what wins a fight. Without it, you're dead, and a headlong rush, well.. Is all offense." She spat a bit of experience toward, winking. "Care for another go?"
Re: Friendship and the Test of Time [Thren] « Result #7 on Sept 27, 2009, 3:43pm »
Thren yanked David away from Vince just before his fangs met with his brother's neck. That could have been bad. David knew Vince hated being jumped on when he was trying to sleep. But he wasn't happy about becoming a human ragdoll. "Put me down, Threnody," he said. He figured Vince was in a bad mood but sick was a stretch. He was rarely sick. "Yea right," David said, leaving the room when he was put down. "Jerk," Vince said, laying back down.
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Re: New Girl In Town (Open) « Result #8 on Sept 27, 2009, 8:38am »
With two blades pressed against him Threnody clenched his teeth together and let out a growl of frustration. If there was one thing he hated more than anything it was losing. You had to be the best to be in charge and you had to win to be the best. He regretted not swinging as fast as he could. His hands tightened around the blade's handle. "Hmph," he said as he pushed the blades away from him. He walked over to the spot where he had thrown the sheath and picked it up. He jammed the kodachi into its sheath and then crossed his arms, the blade still clutched in his right hand.
He ran through all of his options. All of them would end with him revealing some sort of unnatural ability. He closed his eyes, fighting against the urge to challenge her again. He shouldn't have been angry. Mayuko had been using swords for years. Thren had just picked up a sword and started swinging it around. It was skill versus raw power and, like most cases, skill came out on top.
Welcome to Breaking Masks [ Version 2 of Sinner's Grin ], an original anime roleplay taking place in the fantasy/slight sci-fi genre. It may be a vague plot, but it's up to you, the member, to participate in sub-plots created by other members, or you can create one yourself to keep the roleplay progressing. You also have a wide variety of choices of what your character can do. He or she can be in the military, be a civilian with any job, or be someone from the normal universe that traveled to the war infested one. Hell, your character can even be apart of the Royal Family!
We are a semi-literate roleplay though, so we expect a good two paragraphs from all members that choose to roleplay with us. A paragraph would be at least five to seven detailed sentences. Well, we hope to see you there!
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Re: Predator With a Taste for Blood (Thren, open) « Result #10 on Sept 26, 2009, 9:06pm »
They stole her happiness. They ruined the moment she wanted for so long. They. Will. Die. The second bullet may have missed Threnody, but it didn't miss her. It skimmed the small of her back, cutting a long trench across it. Luckily, it missed her spinal cord and was ultimately superficial. Her anger was not. The world had gone red. Blood red. It wasn't pain that showed on her face, no. Unyielding, fiery, burning HATRED showed on her face. Her face twisted into one of pure evil.
Her legs spread, her arms cocked at her sides, with her hands tensed around some invisible object in her hand as her body begins to change. The vein in her forehead stands out as bloodflow increases in her body. Beneath her skin, the muscles seem to roil and bubble as they tear, mend, and expand. Her slender human form is quickly converted into one much more massive and muscular. Fur begins to sprout on her pale skin, obscuring much of what made her human. Next, the sound of bones crunching, twisting, changing can be heard. One could almost hear Hell's bells in the gruesome transformation. She was a creature of evil in that moment, bent on destruction.
The hunters stood agape. First, at what they had done. They had shot at two lovers in the forest and hit them. They were going to prison for sure! As such, they began to step into the clearing, around the body of the mangled hunter. They came to a dead halt, their hounds lowering themselves to the ground submissively, in fright. It was the last thing the hunters ever did, looking upon Tori as she changed. Finally, after only several moments, the half-wolf form was completed, and she turned toward the two.
With a roar the encompassed both the voice of the wolf-monster that she had become, but also the anguished cry of the human-side of Tori. It was... Hellacious. The hunters flenched, and that was all the time she needed to close the distance. The first hunter's neck was crushed into a bloody mess by her powerful jaws, splashing her face with blood. It was a simple matter, twisting her head just slightly, to pull the head clean off of the man. The second hunter raised his gun to defend himself, but it was for naught. A clawed, almost human hand closed about his neck held him in place. As the first body fell away from her mouth, she rotated her body and slammed the man neck-first into the ground, claws digging into his flesh as his neck breaks from the impact. The clawed hand rips away the man's throat and flings it high into the air, leaving an arch of blood rain. She's not done there, however. The hounds, having not moved out of fear, both had their heads crushed by a large wolf-pawed foot.
There she stood, a foot in what had been the head of a bloodhound, dripping from head to waist with fresh blood, breathing heavily.
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