Kautalya

Escape the Past

Can I reserve one of the females?
Please and thank you~

Whodunnit? (Murder Mansion RP)

Elie's eyebrows twitched from the word, little. She didn't mind cute. "I'm not little! But I am cute." She laughed planting both her hands on her hips. "Don't you ever call me little! You will regret it! She threatened as she pumped her fist into the air and stomped the ground. "I'm 19 years old not 6 or 5. Kay?" Elie scoffed. "Anyways." She paused but continued. "I should at least introduce myself." She pointed her finger at each one of them. "I'm Elie and you better remember that!" She smiled planting her hands on her hips. She watched as a boy came and helped her with her luggage. "Thank you, Flint~" She nodded. "What a gentleman."

Undead Summer

"Kay." Elie stuffed one hand inside her pocket and began inspecting everyone. They had a little group. I guess staying with them wouldn't mind. I mean, they looked fine and they had pretty good fighters. She stared down at her hands turning them into fists. She gently put her weapon down on the floor and sat. "I'll stay here, too." Elie noted crossing her arms and checked if her weapon was still beside her. "Good." The red of the fire extinguisher touched her lap.
Elie remembered earlier that day, Lucky was bothering her for food. She was always happy around him. He fulfilled her world. He jumped around attacking her playfully for a biscuit. She giggled, laughed but noticed it was time for work. God, if only she didn't go to work. She could've faked she was sick. Elie bit her lip, thoughts were attacking her head. She had never been worried about something so badly. Wait. This wasn't just something. That something was important. That something was Lucky.

~Future Diary~

Buuuump~

Whodunnit? (Murder Mansion RP)

Pudding said
Lina woke up inside a broom closet. "Huh, where am I"She opened the door and realised she was in somebodies house.She saw a girl, she was short, she'd just hot somebody.Lina dashed upto her. "Uuh, excu-use me... Where are we? I just woke up in a closet..."

Elie looked up at the girl. This girl better not call her short. "Hm?" The girl was explaining everything to Elie, explaining that she woke up in a closet. "Okay, so like...you woke up in a closet!?" Elie giggled, "Was it comfortable sleeping in there?" Laughing at her little joke, she calmed down. "Sorry...But I have no idea how you woke up in there." She paused for a moment but continued. "I don't really remember but.. I think we got invited here~" Elie clasped her hands together and giggled softly, "I'm Elie and you?"

Hollywood Hell

Name:
Nano
Occupation:
Photographer
Bio:
Nano is extremely difficult to get along with; she has a ferocious temper and she's certainly not afraid to cause a fight. She holds herself on a pedestal, believing that she's smarter, stronger, and undeniably better than anyone else. She is an unpredictable cunning brat who would turn on a comrade in a matter of seconds. Normally, she's able to get through her problems by lying. Nano was always left behind in her school. Nobody really liked her and eventually she got used to it. It was tough at first but the fact that the majority of them ignored her made it easier over time. However, she needed some way to cope and in order to remain indifferent to her surroundings was to take pictures of her surroundings. In other words, taking pictures of other people and the world around her made her feel more relaxed. As if she were a part of it just like everyone else; when in reality, she was extremely detached from it.

~Future Diary~

THE TWELVE DIARIES

The Future Diaries are created by Deus Ex Machina, the god of time and space, who had an idea to achieve human evolution. He thought it would be, entertaining. The result of such a project is the creation of the Future Diaries, that can read the future, doing so in several different ways and forms. The most common form is a cell phone, in which people write entries, however other forms exist, such as picture books, recording devices, etc.

Each diary reads the future in many different ways basically reflecting its holder’s personality, traits, desires and much more. For the sake of Deus's game, the diaries have their strengths and weaknesses. For example, one may be able to read the future about others, but not of oneself and vice versa. It all depends on what type of journal entries the holder’s would write before being chosen as a contestant for the game.

When any user uses the diary to read and otherwise change the future in any way, this will have an effect in reality, changing what would have happened in normal circumstances. When this happens in "battle" among holders, entries in the diaries are changed as to cope with the changes due in the future. Sometimes, an entry known as a Dead End will appear. This entry means that there will be a high probability of the holder dying unless they do something to change their fate. Another entry that is known to appear, is the Happy End an entry that shows when will the holder be successful in his or her goals.

THE HOLDER

A diary holder is a person capable of predicting the future his or her Diary. Primarily, there are twelve diary holders who are candidates for Deus Ex Machina's survival game. Deus selects these people himself, and implants a future diary into their diary of some sort. There are twelve of them obviously, and these twelve battle each other in order to win the game’s prize: To become a God. Aside from acquiring the title of a God, the winner will also be able to direct the next game, repeating the cycle over again.

The Diary Holders are able to use their diary in whatever way they wish. But the downside of having this lucky diary, is that if their diary source --phone, book, recording devices-- is to be destroyed, so will the Diary Holder and they will vanish from the game. This means that your diary makes you much more vulnerable. If a diary holder were to jump off a building, yet their Diary was still working and in good shape, they would still die. Having a Diary doesn't replace a Diary Holder's life; they are still mortals.

Rules

-Only one team(which consists of two people) will win. For example, let's say John and Nancy are partners and they win. That means they both will become gods.
-Female/males teams only.
-All diaries have to predict the future in different ways.
-Each owner is assigned a number from one to twelve and are referred by that number: "Hi there, First! I'm going to kill you now." That is, until their true identities are discovered through the diaries. Better watch your back!
-Can the romance please be PG13? If it get's too intense then take it to the PMs.
-Please don't make your character a Mary/Gary sue, OP, etc. Please and Thank you!
-If you have read the rules please add the word "Jim Carrey" in bold or somewhere visible.

THE DIARY HOLDERS
Dairy Holder No 1-(M)
Diary Holder No 1-(F)

Diary Holder No 2-(M)
Diary Holder No 2-(F)

Diary Holder No 3- Jackson Wonabetil I I --Telephone--
Diary Holder No 3- Chiyo Sakamoto I I --Video Diary--

Diary Holder No 4-(M)
Diary Holder No 4-(F)

~Diary Holder No 5-(M)
~Diary Holder No 5-(F)

~Diary Holder No 6-(M)
~Diary Holder No 6-(F)

CS

Appearance
Full name:
Age:
Gender
Diary #:
Diary type:
Partner:
Personality:
Bio:
Weakness:
Other:

Full name:
Chiyo Sakamoto
Age:
15
Gender
Female
Diary #:
Diary Holder No 3
Diary type:
Her Future Diary is called the Video Diary. It predicts what it will film before it films it.
Partner:
Jackson Wonabetil
Personality:
Chiyo is extremely difficult to get along with; she has a ferocious temper and she's certainly not afraid to cause a fight. She holds herself on a pedestal, believing that she's smarter, stronger, and undeniably better than anyone else. She is an unpredictable cunning brat who would turn on a comrade in a matter of seconds. Normally, she's able to get through her problems by lying.
Bio:
Chiyo was always left behind in her school. Nobody really liked her and eventually she got used to it. It was tough at first but the fact that the majority of them ignored her made it easier over time. However, she needed some way to cope and in order to remain indifferent to her surroundings was to record her surroundings. In other words, taping other people and the world around her made her feel more relaxed. As if she were a part of it just like everyone else; when in reality, she was extremely detached from it.
Weakness:
She's afraid of toothpicks. If somebody tries to throw a toothpick at her she'll runaway as if it's the end of the world.
Other:
Chiyo has a habit of carrying her precious dolls around and treating them as her babies.
Jim Carrey

Undead Summer

"Up!"
Her eyes widen as she saw a boy come in killing some of the zombies. He was rushing her to get up. Good thing she had time to wiggle her foot out. He was a good distraction. He reached out his hand to grab her's and she stumbled to get up.
"Hey, you okay. chica?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Elie responded grabbing a hold of her weapon. She looked around at the dead bodies then back at her hands. "Heh." She stared down at her hands as part of her skin ripped off. She looked over at the both of them, observing them. One was enjoying bashing the zombies head open. The other, she was kindly enough to ask if Elie was okay.
"Good thing we got to you, si?"
"Yeah. I guess I could've died out there." Elie chuckled, "Oh. Um. I'm Elie."

Whodunnit? (Murder Mansion RP)

manapool1 said
Hearing a female voice, garry snapped out of his depression and jumped to his feet and front flipped past the stairs, landing in front of the girl, only cringe shortly after . Her feet were so small, almost like a childs, as he looked up his smug face changed to shock. It was a little girl. How would she get her? maybe she had parents somewhere."ah young lady, how are you today, anda were might your parents be?" he said as straight faced as possible, thought he felt like a pedophile talking to her.

While Elie was admiring the magnificent mansion some random dude came up to her. Her nose scrunched up as she crossed her arms and stomped on the ground. "My parents are at home." She calmly said. "You think I'm a little girl?" Elie wailed her small little hands around, "I'm 19 years old!" She pounded his head countless times. She thought that she was really hurting the dude. But in reality, it didn't hurt at all. She scoffed, grabbing a hold of her luggage. "Take me to my room."

Whodunnit? (Murder Mansion RP)

Goodnight~