CaughtInTheRiddle

Vigil!

Must be fate, Silver~

:P

Haha, it's good to see you ^.^

Vigil!

I've been away for a while; been looking to get back into RPing and I just found myself with an ungoldly amount of free time on my hands.

I'd love to play a mafia member, CS will be coming up soon.

The Power

Yo, we should do a reboot and get some more activity in here

The Power

22xander said
So... Was I ever exswpted?

Xander, you've been told numerous times that you have not been accepted.

Your standard of writing is too low for this role play.

It is suggested that you work on your spelling and grammar before making the shift over into casual. Please take into account the constructive criticism numerous members of the roleplay have given you. We're not trying to be cruel, it's just a matter of the standard we uphold here.

Best of luck for your future roleplays!

The Power

Hey guys!

While the guild is down we're temporarily posting the IC here - IN CHARACTER

Otherwise there's always the chat room we have for OOC - CHAT ROOM

The Power

Penguin, I have a feeling Hunter and Arina would get along rather well

The Power

Alright!

Xander.

Let's play a game of "Fix the CS!"

Name, Age, Gender etc... are really straight forward.

Let's start with Ethnicity! That Ethnicity are you?

22xander said
Ethnicity: European mutt with unnotisiable bits of native American.

Alexander would be Caucasian with hints of Native American ancentary.

Next is: Relationship Status

22xander said
Relationship Status: in a relationshipz. Well, several.

What are we? 7?

Do we t@lk lik diz n shizz - yo yo yo, t3xt sp3@k iz not cool in casual

Alexander would be "In several relationships"

Relationship:

22xander said
Religion: believes that whatever is believed in is true, thus all religions are equally right

Just... what?
Rewrite the sentence to something understandable and we'll talk.

Alcoholic Preference:

22xander said
Alcoholic Preference: (ok I have to Wright this down, I tried putting in although and it auto corrected to Smirnoff. Lol!) He doesn't drink, but he would like whiskey if he did

Wright?

That whole bracketed sentence leads me to believe you don't care much for the quality of your characters, therefore the quality of your writing.

Major:

22xander said
Major: journalism and wrighting

It'd probably be Journalism and Literature
But I don't really know how he'll do either of those when "writing" isn't even spelt right...

Personality:

22xander said
Personality: always somewhare between manic and depressed.

This is a big one that a lot of people don't seem to get.

Personality is completely different to mood.

In personality, we want to know who your character is, what he likes doing, why he likes doing it - how he interacts with people. A general overall description of your character that is longer than seventeen words.

History:
Same as personality.

Why is he the way he is. What happened to make him clinically depressed etc...

Power:

22xander said
Power: chronokaniesis-manipulation of time and space. He can open a rift in the fabric of space and time and go anywhere... Even outside time and space. His eye have become red and vulpine while His ears have migrated to the top of his head as Fox ears. He was taken in by the government because of his obvios phisical changes and they put a metal shock collar on him.

Cool power.
Remember, our characters only got their powers last night - so they wouldn't be using them just yet.
And Fox ears?
Furry?

All in all:
Put some time and effort into your work.
Run it through spell check before you post it.

Other people read this and make judgement calls.
Some wouldn't want to roleplay with you simply based on the character sheet you've generated.
And if that's all too much for you to take in, you don't belong in the Casual Section of RPG - you'd belong in Free.

I'm not trying to be mean, but you just don't seem to be understanding why you've been denied.

The Power

A small sigh escaped her lips as she stepped over an empty bottle which was carelessly discarded on the ground. Her ice blue eyes slid to the male who stood beside her, as he fixed up his suit. A small frown tugged on her brow as she looked down at her small cocktail dress – and then back up to the frat house which sat before them,

“I feel like we’re…” she trailed off as the twins attention was brought to a boy who was emptying the contents of his stomach into a nearby bush.

“Late?” Christopher suggested,

“Overdressed” she corrected.

“Or we could just go with – they’re underdressed,”Chris mused.

Arina thought about his statement for a moment, before raising her eyebrows in agreement before lifting her hand waiting for her brother to take it.

The door swung open and the siblings side stepped a drunken teen as he stumbled down the stairs, missing the last step and falling flat on his face. Christopher rolled his eyes before entering the party, and taking his sisters hand, helping her through the door. He knew she didn’t need the help, but he had been raised as a gentleman, and there was also the fact: she expected it of him.

The two stood in the middle of the mayhem. They could feel the bass vibrate their bodies, they could smell the sweat, alcohol, vomit and drugs. The strobing lights blinded them slightly, and the music made it almost impossible for them to hear anything else. They hated it. Then again… they were sober.

. . .

It was cold, and scratchy. She couldn’t understand why. Why did she feel wet?

A small groan escaped her lips, her back was cold, but she could feel something warm on her stomach… had she fallen asleep in front of a heater? Her hand shot up as she cracked her eyes open. She was outside. She groaned once more before sitting upright – her head spun and her stomach churned. Her head had a second heartbeat in her head and her mouth was so dry, her tongue was suffocating her.

She looked down over her body and frowned slightly – she would have cared more if she didn’t feel so sick. Her dress had been discarded somewhere, and she was only in her black lacy lingerie. Where… or more, When did she lose her dress? She huffed a sigh; that was her favourite dress.

It took a long struggle for her to get to her feet, and when she did – she realised she was in the main park of the college. She groaned slightly... why?

Her blue eyes were drawn to the boy who was on the ground yelling about something she couldn’t make sense of… she scoffed – Freshmen.

. . .

Violence wasn’t Chris’ forte, really, it wasn’t; however, it followed him to whichever party he attended – ‘You stole my girl,’ ‘You’re trying to steal my girl,’ ‘You’re a smart little prick,’ the reasons were never ending, once he got hit for saying ‘Hi,’ to the bartender. It was cold, he was in pain all over and he wasn’t even sure if he could move. He furrowed his brow at the beeping sound which seemed to echo through the room; he couldn’t remember setting an alarm, then again, he didn’t remember much; aside from that, he was sure he didn’t have an alarm bell as boring, annoying and repetitive as that.

He lifted his arms up to grip his head but stopped as a sting and aching pain ran through his left arm. He cracked one eye open to inspect it; he was connected to an IV. He attempted to sit up but fall back as a seething pain shot through his ribs – they were obviously broken. Careful not to move his left arm, he lifted his right arm and placed it on his forehead, trying to remember the happenings of the previous night. He could feel he was wearing pants, but he was without a shirt, hence the reason he was so cold, and the air-conditioning was on stun. He carefully sat himself up this time and looked around; obviously he was in the hospital, but how and why?

He looked at his left wrist which was strapped – obviously sprained, and his right arm had dressings and bandaids all over it. He had evidently gotten in a fight – and evidently lost. He looked up to see his reflection in a mirror which was propped on the wall, he frowned. He had a split eyebrow and lip, his right eye was black and his left cheek was purple. He hadn’t just lost, he got his ass kicked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath.

“Not kidding at all Mr Lécuyer,” his attention was drawn to a middle aged man walking through the door, “I’m afraid you arrived in here last night, over intoxicated, beaten half to death and extremely obnoxious,” he explained as he made his way to the side of his bed with a clipboard. “You can go, but I suggest you go and see your GP in a week for a check up on how your ribs are healing,” he said, looking up at the confused boy. Chris winced as the doctor pulled the IV out of his skin and disconnected him from the machines.

He got out of the bed and cringed in pain as he stood. He turned, muttered a ‘Thanks’ and started on his way to the exit of the god forsaken place. “Oh and Christopher,” the doctor called after him, Chris looked over his shoulder, “Try not to flatter any of the female staff on your way out, thanks,” he said simply before turning and fixing the machines. Chris raised an eyebrow and continued on his way.

He could remember having a few drinks and then going to the party, then it went blank, he remembered approaching his sister – mistake number one, they hadn’t been on good terms since senior prom, what was said or done completely escaped his mind, the last thing he remembered was being punched in the face by Mickey for whatever he said to his sister. He had no idea how the fight turned out – obviously not in his favour, how he left the party or how he got to the hospital. He looked to the left to see a store room. He stopped and looked around, making sure nobody was looking, ducked into the store room, grabbed the scrubs shirt the doctors and nurses wear pulled it over his head and walked towards the exit.

It hadn’t taken him long to find the road, nor did it take him long to get to the college, where he found his sister standing, half naked, in the middle of the field. He frowned as he approached her,

“I’d offer you a shirt, but it seems we both have the tendency of losing clothes…” he mused, following her line of vision to the crazy kid yelling.

The Power

”Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.”

Arina Lécuyer

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Height:
5’2

Weight:
110lbs

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Sexuality:
Straight

Relationship Status:
Single

Political Affiliation:
Arina has never had time for politics.

Religion:
N/A

Drugs of Choice:
Caffeine

Alcoholic Preference:
Gin on chushed ice mixed with basil.

Favorite Food:
Grilled Moroccan Salmon with Salad

Major:

Clubs:
N/A

Year:
Sophomore

Roommates:
Kelsey

Occupation:
Student/Information Broker

Talents/Skills:
Arina is a people reader – she’s great at scoping for the darkest secrets of those around her. She is skilled in karate with a black belt attained. Obviously Arina doesn’t practice her martial art skills so she keeps fit by training in parkour with her brother. She is also technological savvy, and although she can’t hack into the best of security systems – she has no problem saying her skills aren’t too bad.

Likes:
Alcohol
Herself
Secrets
Information
Money
Partying.

Dislikes:
Hatred
Hypocrites
Delinquents
Ignorance
Naivety

Personality:
Arina is a playful type to say the least; modest is not in her vocabulary which makes her unfavourable towards many other females. Manipulative, cunning and very tramp like, Arina would stop at nothing to get what she wants; however, despite her rather amazing yet completely unnecessary gift to make everything she wears look, well, immodest, and her touchy and flirtatious nature, she will fight to the death before she lets an undesired male touch her.

Shallow and sharp-tongued, she’s quick to attack someone’s emotional weakness for her own enjoyment. She’s selfish and will do anything to save herself before she saves another life. However, despite her unlikable nature, if she deems one worthy of her loyalty, she will follow them to the ends of the earth without question. Nevertheless, she will show that trait to anyone and then lead them astray, she’s a hard book to read and is a hellion to have as an enemy; but, if her trust is gained, she’s a good ally. It’s hard to pick which side Arina is on; she doesn’t tend to side with anyone. One day she’ll help someone and the next, she’s working only for herself.

It’s not often she’ll act her age, childish and immature are her normal attributes. She’s incredibly lazy and will bribe others to get what she wants. She doesn’t take much seriously which can often help in serious and life-threatening situations. Calm, cool and collected is her game as it takes a lot for her rage to break.

History:
Arina can’t place her skinny finger on how much she remembers of her childhood nor does she really care to. Unlike many of her comrades, she had the perfect life – she was brought up in a wealthy, well respected home with an angsty older brother, a trophy mother and a strict father. As the daughter of a major corporation CEO, she was given anything she wanted, any time she wanted.

Her mother was a woman who probably should never have had children – the woman probably couldn’t tell the difference between a baby and a potato sack even if she baked them… and she’d still probably manage to blow up the kitchen in the process. Her children were merely for show – to make it look like they were the perfect family. So Arina’s first memories of childhood were with her twin brother and Nanny, who cared for them as her own.

Eventually they grew and while Christopher went away to school and she was left behind – home schooled, and although she had the undivided attention of her Nanny, she still felt alone. With the solitude, she was able to excel in her learning capabilities and by the time it was her time to go to a real school, she was able to maintain good grades along with popularity.

Her Father was a cold man. She knew it wasn’t that he hated her or Christopher, he just didn’t know how to care for anyone other than himself and his company, so she never resented him for that. His children were to be seen and not heard, and she was okay with that.

As she grew into her teens, she was beautiful, popular and intelligent – the perfect daughter of the perfect family. Christopher however, had gone off the rails – he had abandoned all of his extra-curricular activities, he was out all night and sleeping all day. Eventually, they were sent to the same college, in hopes she would be able to help him kick himself into gear – but little did they know, she was just as bad as him.

Power:
Arina has the power to permanently copy the powers of another; however, it is not as easy as touching the person. A long and painful process in involved with taking another’s power, as it copies, instead of absorbing – depending on the level of power, Arina could be incapacitated for up to three days after taking a power.

Physical powers are her forte – she doesn’t work well with powers such as telekinesis, telepathy or anything else along those lines; so she tends not to develop those powers.

She cannot attain the memories, abilities or personality traits of another; the only way she would be able to do so, would be if she used a telepathic ability, in which she could destroy her mind in the process. She is able to freely touch another and copying a power isn’t as simple as taking it in the heat of battle – she would need to be in a safe and comfortable environment, in which she could recover in any given time.

Arina’s power is more of a problem than anything else. Some powers she has copied are impossible for her to develop, they have the tendency to put her in immense pain, and if she is not careful, she could be killed by one of her powers. She uses the power once, as a trial, and if she has a negative experience using it, she never uses it again.

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”The place where bones lie is not necessarily the place where death is embraced.”

Christopher Lécuyer

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Height:
6’1

Weight:
154lbs

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Sexuality:
Straight

Relationship Status:
Single

Political Affiliation:
N/A

Religion:
N/A

Drugs of Choice:
Cigarettes, Caffeine

Alcoholic Preference:
Johnny Walker Black on ice

Favorite Food:
Eye Fillet Steak

Major:

Clubs:
N/A

Year:
Sophomore

Roommates:
Unknown yet

Occupation:
Student/Drug Dealer

Talents/Skills:
Like his sister, Chris is talented in martial arts, with a black belt attained. He keeps fit by training in parkour with his sister. He’s also a killer cook – funnily enough.

Likes:
Sex
Women
Himself
Money
Alcohol
Fighting
Arina

Dislikes:
Shallow Girls
Stupid Girls
Needy Girls
Arina
Ignorance
Naivety

Personality:
Christopher’s pride, one could say his self-importance, stems from his physical qualifications. That is not to say he isn’t with his allures; he’s charming and exceedingly charismatic. Eccentric is a word that best describes his ways. He doesn’t have a tendency to waste time on formalities and official procedures. Pride in himself and his work is evident and respect or reverence isn’t something Christopher possesses for those he does not know and sustains no problem in sharing his dogma.

He has the drollness of a mordant cynic; he’s sarcastic. Christopher sustains a weakness for trouble and should he find none he will craft it himself. Not anything is of worry to him, negligent and blasé, he can bear a great deal before he snaps. However; despite his quirky behaviour and his love for women, Chris isn’t the nicest of men. Unlike his little sister, he takes a side, and sometimes that side can be questionable.

Chris is protective over those he deems his friends; however, those are few and far between – and in the interest of his own goals, he would happily abandon a friend to peruse them. Those he dislikes are well aware of his opinions as he is not one to bite his tongue or hide his negative feelings. His care for his family is limited and he’d happily watch his sister die if he believed she deserved it or if it benefited him in some way.

His fighting style is cheap – he’s not the kind to be noble or show mercy. If finishing the fight sooner means delivering a cheap shot, he has no remorse in his actions. He’ll do anything to win.

History:
Christopher wasn’t treated too terribly as a child. As the first born son of the acclaimed Lécuyer family – so much was expected from him and he wasn’t a fan of following in his father’s footsteps. He always looked to his sister who was treated like a princess and silently resented her for that. If Arina had a distant relationship with their parents, his was non-existent.

His mother only saw him passing through in the manor and every time his father spoke to him, it was telling him to be better. So, as he grew, his disdain for his family was warranted. He was the bad boy in school and was always falling out of line. Making trouble wherever he could. He was expelled from boarding school and had to graduate back in his home town living under the same roof as his family once more.

Police encounters, hospital encounters and more were just a small taste of what he managed to get himself into, and occasionally he’d drag Arina along with him – and every time, she’d get out of whatever punishment that was dealt.

Power:
Christopher has amazing healing abilities – however, it’s not a true healing ability. His power deals in time – his body reverses the time and his wounds disappear, leaving him in a perfect state of body. He can also use this defensive power as an offensive as he can reverse time on other people’s bodies too. This means he can open previous wounds or heal other people.

In saying this, the power drains him rather quickly – so he needs to use it in moderation.

The Power

Interested