Alright, I get that you're freaking out. That's understandable. You just woke up from a long sleep. A long, long sleep and I'm your savior. Expected someone more... angelic? I realize I probably look like shit right now. Well deal with it, it was quite the hassle getting over here, past the armed guards and everything to give you this message so you'd better listen up. You were in the wrong dimension, bud, sent at birth to the place that would challenge you most. Usually it's just the sheer boredom of it all. Your world sucked, right? You probably had godawful parents because when they send kids out, they're not choosy about the kind of people whose memories they alter to parent you. In fact, your death was planned from birth. Do you remember how you got here? Yeah, that's right. You killed yourself.
Don't worry, friend, this ain't hell. It's a whole lot worse.
Now, you're about to be sent to a base to be conditioned. You should look the same as you did in your old dimension, your body would have been repaired in the dimensional rift (the transport back here), though sometimes we get things a little wrong. Hair, eyes, just minor stuff. Yeah, I know you've got no idea what's going on. Look, there really isn't time to explain, alright? You're just here now. Forget your old life. You only lived that one because they needed you to hang on long enough to kill yourself at a good age. A "good age" being somewhere in your late teens, early twenties. That jazz. By killing yourself, you got transported back here, where you're supposed to be. You can't stay in another dimension without eventually returning to this one. You would have returned by default back here if you aged to thirty (automatic heart-attack and instant death), but by then you'd be too far gone to adapt, and yes, they'd kill you. They need you to comply, because your old life should have taught you that fighting authority is futile and just a waste of your time and energy. It should have taught you to lash out elsewhere. Why send people to other dimensions to test them? Well, there's the problem. See, when kids age here, they develop these weird mutations and deformities by the age of five (major loss of bone-density, muscle deformities, skin diseases, etc, etc). We have no idea what causes this, only that it's recent and it will kill them or render them unable to fight for us-
-Oh, did I mention? We're a "warrior race". We dominate and control. We've got five planets under our control and we're fighting on another one. I swear that disease was sent here by the gods to erase us for good. Our planet happens to be dying, plants withering, animals dropping dead in their tracks, it's a real mess. So we really only use it as an army base and to train newcomers. It's all very industrial and dull.
Who am I? Ah, there's the question. I'm a friend. They'll be taking you to the base now but you'll see me there. My name? Call me Nova. Nova Blue.
Alright, so basically this is an RP about a bunch of people, aged 16-24 (probably not older, 25-30 year-olds would be enslaved, 30+ would be killed) who have recently committed suicide in their own worlds (can be from a completely made up dimension if you want, be creative, so long as it was a situation that would challenge your character the most and render them hopeless enough to end it) and were transported here as a result (here being a planet called Saverian with a race of human-like aliens). They meet first with a mysterious girl with purple and blue hair who calls herself Nova Blue. She seems to be able to disappear on command and she says she's out to help your characters. Meanwhile, you're being trained and conditioned by the base leaders to follow their rules, their religion, their "ethics", their fight and values. You decide you need to get out, but you don't know where to go. Nova will help you. And you all try to find a new world once off the planet, but this proves difficult as well. This will be a long RP, with many plots: getting "trained", trying to get out of the base and stealing a ship, trying to find a new planet, realizing the war that's going on and siding with another planet to stop the "warrior race" (known as the Saverians), and also finding out who Nova is, lots of side-plots, etc.
Your character can be from anywhere you want, make up a planet if you have to, so long as they have a generally human appearance, as they would need to look like the Saverians. Your character can also be from Earth if you like. Hair and eyes can be of non-earthly colours but probably not quite as bright as Nova's. Everything else you need to know about this world and this war will be explained IC, but if you have questions, feel free to ask.
1) Swearing is fine, just not every other word.
2) No Mary-Sues, obviously, these are characters with problems.
3) Absolutely no OOC fighting. None of that mess, I won't have it.
4) You may make as many characters as you can handle, but you must be able to post at least a paragraph for each character.
5) Romance is fine, but if things start to get too 'intimate', fade to black.
6) No god-modding/powerplay without permission.
7) Try not to flood people too much.
8) Write "Nova who?" at the bottom of your post if you read the rules.
10) Oh, and feel free to RP in either first or third person. Whatever you're most comfortable with for your character.
Code:Name: Age: Gender: Where have they come from? Sexuality: Height: Hair Colour: Eye Colour: General Appearance: Personality: History: Other:
"Call me Nova Blue."
"Good question. I suppose I look around 19 or so."
"Female, doubt that'd change. Of course, anything's possible, it's just not very likely."
Where have you come from?
"Oh look at you with all your tricky questions. I come from somewhere. Don't we all?"
"Gender doesn't make a difference to me, if that's what you mean. Still, good luck getting into that sort of relationship with me. I generally stay away from that stuff. Makes things... complicated."
"5'7" or so. I think. Give or take an inch."
"Blue and purple. Yes it's natural. What? I can't be weird?"
"Heterochromia. One blue, one purple. Matches my hair, how about that?"
"Two inches above the average height of a female and I won't hesitate to point that out so don't call me short. I have two-toned eyes and pale skin. And when I say pale, I mean pale. Like paper, I swear. My hair is streaked purple and royal blue and my nails are black, yes they just grow like that. Don't mind it.
I tend to wear tank tops, usually blue or black, maybe violet, and a black, tattered leather jacket. I have long leather combat boots and dark blue jeans, often torn and a bit worn. Hey, I don't get a lot of time to change. I have leather gloves (I love leather) that reach up to my elbows and I have a chain I usually wear around my waist as a belt, double-looped.
I'm thin and lean with long limbs and I often wear my hair back in a low ponytail, or down, where it reaches down to roughly the middle of my back. I happen to have rather sharp canine teeth as well but no, I am not a vampire, don't worry about that, I'm something else.
Well, I guess that's me. If you want to know more, just take a look... while you can."
"Oh lookie here, the interesting question. Well, let's see... I'm a complete know-it-all, but that's only because I really do know it all. More than you, anyway. I'm protective of my friends, competitive, free-willed, enthusiastic, blunt, I can be both brutally honest, and a completely nasty liar, I'm sarcastic, just a bit egotistical, 'fiery' and very mysterious. If I say something that sounds like nonsense, it isn't, it's the most intelligent thing you'll ever hear, you just don't understand it.
I'm an oddball, I'll admit it. I'm impulsive and random and I like to pop in during completely inappropriate times. I love a good risk and I get into plenty of trouble, though I usually get out again. I don't believe in the war, or any war, and I think the Saverians are morons. I'm not afraid to state my opinion and by doing so, I can make people nervous. I'd tell you to beware before you get mixed up with me but... well, you're already mixed up with me. Sorry about that, but it's really your only option. Unless you plan on fighting a stupid, pointless war the rest of your life.
Want to know more? Meet me. Or, better yet, I'll meet you."
"Nope, nice try but I ain't spillin' nothing."
Elias "Eli" Knight
Where have they come from?
Elias comes from Earth.
Bisexual, though he happens to have severe issues with anyone getting too close to him. Not that he can't fall in love, he can, but he has trouble opening up completely to anyone emotionally, and has aphenphosymphobia, that is to say, he can't stand being touched- by anyone.
Originally dark auburn, but turned a sort of deep maroon/red upon falling through the Rift.
Originally brown and they haven't changed much, save for being darker now, with gold flecks that seem to shine in any light.
Elias is roughly average height, perhaps an inch taller, but not enough to make him anything remarkable, or to catch anyone's eyes. He's thin and lean, without much muscle mass, but he doesn't need it. There is a sort of inquisitive look to his eyes, a sort of dangerous intelligence you can catch if you just look close enough. Though Eli is far from intimidating at first glance. He seems a bit weak, to be frank. With pale skin, a slightly freckled face and messy, slightly wavy auburn hair, Eli never dream much attention in his old dimension. Now, with his deep maroon/red hair and strange eyes, he's become a bit more noticeable. Though just a bit. He wore glasses in his old dimension, but his eyesight has been greatly improved in the Rift, heightened even.
Elias is quiet, very quiet. This is due to the fact that he's had a very prominent stutter since childhood and has a hard time getting out what he wants to say. He's suffered a great deal of ridicule for this so after a while, he just stopped talking altogether. Most of his time is spent in his head, thinking and observing, commenting, calculating. He tries to convey what he needs to say in gestures, or with as few words as possible. When that can't be done, he can become very frustrated.
Due to not exactly being number one on the social scale, Eli has devoted much of his time to books, facts, research, ideas, writing, calculating, anything at all. He immersed himself in everything to do with exercising the mind in order to gain as much intelligence as possible. Because it was all he had, all he could count on. Knowledge. And he was pushed by his father to be better than anyone.
Eli really is very intelligent, but lacks much of the ability to communicate properly with others due to being shut off for so long. He's had few friends that stuck, not that they wanted to leave him, but that they were forced to. He can be distant, even cold at times, but when he does manage to get close to someone, he would protect them with his life. The problem is, Eli puts very little value in his own life and despite being fearful of pain, Eli wouldn't run from death if he saw it necessary. He's logical, but there are always things that can cloud logic, and pain can muddle his mind, bringing him back to places in his mind that he doesn't want to go. Things he'd never want to relive.
Eli is aphenphosymphobic and can't stand being touched to the point of always keeping a bit of a distance between himself and other people. He also can't stand rushing water and will not go near it if it can be avoided, due to having been previously drowned.
~Will add shortly~