Miakardia

☣ Days of The Dead ☣

"Fuuuucccckkkkk!"

The sound snapped James' attention back to the window, and he looked out of it with eager eyes. That was most certainly English. There. On the bridge. Two men. Squinting, James could just about make out the two figures near an overturned mobile home, that had most certainly not been there when he'd crossed the bridge himself a few hours ago. It would be nice to talk again. Out loud. And not to himself. The three from the cells had been boring, and James did not like getting bored. So he'd made them interesting to him. However, Anglophones... They could be potentially a lot more interesting.

The man pushed the carving knife into his belt with a grin and ran over the room, vaulting over the sofa, rather than running around it, in his excitement. He picked up the hockey stick he'd found in one of the bedrooms, and scrambled towards the door, excited by the prospect of meeting new people, new friends...

It took him several moments to move the table and chairs he'd barricaded the door with, and when he'd done that, he moved quickly down the stairs, past the doors of the other apartments in the building, and down into the café. He swerved in and out of the overturned tables and chairs and out into the street, holding the hockey stick ready and poised like a club as he looked up and down the road. He could see a small group of the dead ones to his right, but they wouldn't stop him getting to the bridge.

☣ Days of The Dead ☣

Sleep is for the weak!!!

And the night before exams... o.O

And for people who aren't RPing as people with a sociopathic tendency to kill people for a bit o' banter.

I hope my post wasn't too illegible. I was trying to make it jumpy, it keeps jumping from bit to bit, a bit like how he thinks about things. If it's hard to follow, I can write normally too. :)

☣ Days of The Dead ☣

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When the world started going to shit, the first people to stop caring were the ones in charge, or so it seemed. That suited James quite well. After all, if they'd cared a little more, he probably wouldn't be alive. He hadn't been the first to break out, but he'd made sure he wasn't the last.

He'd been in that cell a grand total of fourteen hours, he estimated. It was all a bit of a blur, if he was being perfectly honest. The shouting, the blood, the police tackling him. The Asian couple hadn't been his first, but they had been his first in public, in broad daylight, where everyone could see. And his first in a different country. First time he'd been caught too... If he ever stopped and thought about it, he would count a total of about fifteen, up to and including that Asian couple from the square. All but four were knife jobs. He liked knives. Liked the way he could see the blood pooling under the sharp blade as it slid across skin...

After he got out, he'd stayed with three others from the cells. He didn't know what they'd done, and they didn't know what he'd done. It was probably better that way. Easier.

The sun jumped off the smooth running water of the Vltava, and James could see a lot of the water from his perch in a windowsill on the third floor. He'd broken in around back, through what seemed to be some sort of Italian place on the east bank of the river, right by the Palacky Bridge, Fresco Vento or something. He liked being up here. Off the ground. It made him feel powerful... He heard a thud and looked down at the cream carpet, turned brown by the dirt off his boots. He'd dropped his knife. He swung his legs off the windowsill and leaned down, picking the blade up and smiling a little bit.

He'd got the skinny one first. The three he'd stuck with from the cells. The skinny one tried to keep the knife... This knife. They found it in an overturned car when they were looking for new clothes. The other two didn't see... The skinny one didn't put up much of a fight... James frowned at the memory and touched his cheek, a long cut ran from his chin up to his right cheekbone... The skinny one had put up a fight. James never learned his name. The other three didn't speak English. He'd choked the life out of the skinny one, smothering his cries for help with an old coat. Tried to tell the other two he ran away. Never got to know if they believed him...

Some of the dead ones came after them then. James and the two ones left. They hid down an alleyway. And James had stabbed both of them in the back, quite literally, whilst they waited for the dead ones to pass. The smell of the blood drew the dead ones to his cellmates as they bled out, and James had ran...

Now, he was here. Holding his dirty carving knife, and staring out a window, in a city he didn't even know that well... Sightseeing, he supposed.

☣ Days of The Dead ☣

This is my first RP on the site, can someone please just give me a brief rundown of how the tabs work? o.O

Welp. Zombies!

I personally prefer the idea of London, we can hole up in the Tower of London for a while, and there's a load of museums to steal weapons and stuff from :P

But if everyone else likes Prague, I'm fine with that. My character will depend on where we are :P

Star Wars - The Hunt [Somewhat Dark]

Interested :D

Are Star Wars RP's Acceptable - in the film universe?

I would imagine so, don't see why not :)

Welp. Zombies!

Is this RPing as the zombies, or survivors? If it's the latter, I'm interested. :)

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones Roleplay

Interested!

Elemental Legacy Reboot

You asked for two character applications. I prefer the first of the two though, the Lycan. I've written a bit about Batillus as well in my history for this character. However, if you already had an idea in mind for all the continents, let me know and I can change my history.

Lycanthrope

Name: Takken Buralo
Race: Lycanthrope
Age: 25 years old, in appearance and actuality
Gender: Male
Height: 1.91m
Weight: 97kg
Continent: Batillus

Appearance: Tall and broad shouldered, with a tanned complexion and slightly canine-like teeth even in his human form. (Full Body, Top Half Close Up)

Personality: Strong in both physicality and spirit, Takken is fiercely loyal of his friends and family. As with most lycanthropes, he is known to be particularly stubborn, and also quite explosive in an argument, making rash and sometimes questionable decisions, and stands by those decisions a majority of the time, even if they do backfire in his face. Takken is aware that he is not the smartest member of most groups, but is not stupid by any stretch of the imagination, as such he's content to stand in the background, preferring to be a beta rather than an alpha. This does not mean, however, that he does not voice his opinion - if he feels strongly on a subject, or disagrees with a plan, he will let that be known. Takken is also quick to judge people, and that coupled with his stubborn nature makes him difficult to win over if a poor first impression is made.

History: Born and raised on Batillus in one of the great roving packs, Takken was the eldest son of the pack's alpha, and as such a lot of responsibilities and expectations were thrust on him from a young age. Shortly after his thirteenth name day, he led his first hunt, which was a failure. As a result of his failure, the pack went unfed for a week until a new hunt was organised. Takken accompanied this hunt, but did not lead another for several months, time he used to study the hunting tactics of the more experienced members of the pack, until the point he was confident he could replicate their success, which he did many times.

When he was sixteen, a great meet was called, and the thirty-seven great packs all travelled to the only city and capital of the continent, Gealach. The meet had been called for the alphas to find the next sage, following the recent death of the last sage. Each alpha presented the best fighter their pack had to offer, and Takken's father selected him.

What followed was three weeks of intense training in the arts of fire, amongst the other thirty-six selected hopefuls, overseen by a group known as the Seers, whilst their thirty-seven packs returned to their nomadic ways across the plains and forests of the continent. Throughout the three weeks, one by one the other hopefuls disappeared, until there were only twelve left by the end of the third week.

At the end of the third week, the Seers called the twelve remaining hopefuls to the training ground, and told them that the others had been sent back to their packs, as they were not sufficient, and had brought shame to their families and packs in doing so. The twelve remaining hopefuls were then instructed to fight to the death, using the element of fire. Whilst the other lycanthrope hopefuls attempted to using their few weeks of training to defeat one another, Takken took a different approach. He took a two-handed greatsword from one of the barrels of weapons, and knocked over an unlit standing torch, picking up its oil pot and pouring it over the blade of the sword, before using his newly learnt powers to ignite the blade.

Having only had three weeks of training, all twelve hopefuls, including Takken, struggled to create more than a small flame, meaning the others had little chance of stopping him using only their powers as he cut them down one by one. Several of them attempted to flee, but with a heavy heart he dispatched of them too. He knew it wrong to kill a fleeing opponent, but it was also a necessity, he would not bring dishonour to his family.

When the others were all dead, Takken turned to the seers, laid his burning sword on the ground and stood before them. They did not applaud, they did not praise or scold him. They understood as well as he, that what had happened was necessity, nothing more and nothing less. It was they who trained him in the arts of controlling fire for the next four years, until he was twenty, when he began learning of the other elements alongside his fire techniques. By the age of twenty-three he was superior to even the Seers in his control over the element of fire, and was securing a strong grasp over the other five elements, skills he continued to train for the next two years, until the event...

Weapon: In his human form, he uses a two-handed greatsword, with a fire opal embedded in the pommel. When he's in his lupine form, his primary forms of attack are his claws, jaws and strength.
Pet: None
Powers: Mastery over the element of fire, and proficiency in the other elements. Accelerated healing.
Strengths:
+ Physically very strong in human form, even more so in lupine form
+ When in battle, can enter a berserker-state in which he feels no pain
+ Excellent tracker
Weaknesses:
- When in the berserker-state, he struggles to distinguish between friend and foe
- When in the berserker-state, as he cannot feel pain, he can sustain very serious injuries that he doesn't realise he has until after the battle has concluded. This could lead to him not seeking immediate aid for a life-threatening injury
- Can't swim
- Cannot control his transformations when his emotions are heated
- Due to the blood composition of his race, silver bonds better to their red blood cells than oxygen does, and results in blood clots as red blood cells cluster together, so silver breaking his skin is incredibly dangerous.
Other: N/A

Demon

Name: Guinn
Race: Demon
Age: Several decades old, and appearance varying
Gender: Gender-fluid, with a preference for a more feminine persona and female pronouns
Height: Varying, but preferred body has a height of 170cm
Weight: Varying, but preferred body has a weight of 63kg
Continent: Tenebra
Appearance: Preferred appearance is that of a twenty-two year old female human with pale green-tinged skin and long red hair. Guinn's green eyes are consistent throughout her forms. (preferred appearance)

Personality: Cold and cunning are two words that spring to mind when considering Guinn. She is ruthless, but not sadistic. Although she does enjoy the misfortune of others to comfort her if she is feeling particularly low. She is easily bored, and finds it somewhat enjoyable to manipulate the feelings and emotions of others either by using her powers or spreading secrets or lies.

History: Guinn remembers little about the first years of her life, mostly through choice. She prefers to live for the moment, not dwelling on the past or thinking too far ahead for the future. She was discovered to be prolific in the arts of manipulating darkness about thirty years before the disturbance occurred, and since then has travelled the continents, learning about each element in turn, using her abilities to hide her identity and fit in with the locals to learn more about their powers.

Weapon: Two daggers, usually coated in poison, and each with a pattern carved into them which is made from onyx, which is her race's stone.
Pet: None
Powers: Shapeshifting
Strengths:
+ Voice mimicry
+ Good at figuring out what pulls on people's strings
+ Queen of sarcasm (that's a strength, right?)
Weaknesses:
- Superiority complex, she believes that demons are the superior race, and looks down on the other races as playthings
- She finds it difficult to trust and as such, often lies about her feelings and thoughts
- Claustrophobic
Other: