Nytem4re

Digital Soul Online

Name:
Pyotr Markov

Username:
Phantom

Gender:
Male

Age:
20

History:
Pyotr had been an avid gamer for years. He logged dozens of hours when the Neuro-Sync was purely singleplayer, school preventing him from making those dozens of hours into hundreds. He was also in line on release day of DSO, hyped about the new multiplayer experience. And of course he did not bother to log out for a long time, becoming one of those stuck in DSO. Pyotr has mixed emotions about being stuck in the gaming world for an indefinite amount of time, despite being the gamer he is. Pyotr is sarcastic, biting. His sense of humor may not appeal to everyone. In game, he is a sniper, preferring to stay out of reach, but is also somewhat of a glass cannon, not being able to take a lot of damage.

Appearance:

Wears a tactical vest in DSO, along with camouflaged ACUs.

Race:
Human

Weapon:
Sniper Rifle, Dual Pistols

Stats:
-STR:10
-END:3
-AGI: 10
-INT: 4
-WIL: 3

Favored Skills:
Search, Repair, Stealth, Sabotage, Security, Marksman, Light Armor

Perks:

Double Tap-Can take a second shot a split second after the first, on the same target or on another. Second shot is less accurate than the first.

Digital Soul Online - A Virtual Reality MMORPG Roleplay

I suppose I'd be up for this..

Drug War Interest Check

The year is 2142, and a decade long civil war has ended, but temporary order follows chaos… Crime groups have combined to form a Syndicate, who has declared open war with the police, who are unable to do much as they are outgunned and underfunded severely in the aftermath of the civil war. A group of citizens, unimpressed with the police’s progress, create their own group to combat Syndicate, named Vigilante, but they aren't exactly saints either, having been linked to several other criminal activities, especially money laundering, presumably to fund their war. Normal life has come to a standstill, with people going to work with armed escorts, and schools basing grades on attendance rather than merit in an attempt to keep young people off of the streets. People are gunned down daily because of suspected "ties" to one group or another.

A popular synthetic drug named MX10 is one of the main reasons the drug war has escalated- MX10 produces recurring flashbacks of enjoyable moments of the user’s life, slowing down their perception of time, and brief loss of short-term memory. It’s expensive, but people are willing to pay the money for it. It’s also highly illegal, which is why both Vigilante and the police are specifically targeting shipments of this drug.

You work at one of the various labor camps located throughout the country, intended to revitalize the stagnant economy. However, on your off times, you may be part of Syndicate, attempting to gain wealth and power, or part of Vigilante, off on your own sense of justice. Perhaps you're an addict, using the meager money you gain for another fix of MX10. But then again, you could be another law abiding citizen, just trying to make it through these tough times... the choice is yours.

This RP will be about the unofficial war between the Police, Syndicate, and Vigilante. I think I've explained it decently for you to get the gist of it, but if you have any questions feel free to ask!

Souls of Atlas

Dlayeth said
Wewt! Must read nao!Erm... I'm a bit confused.Who is this referring to?I thought my character was the one who ran off at the beginning around the crater? Or did you mean something else?Xiga's character, the one with the dreads, woke up when being carried I thought? Then Xiga's character attacked the person carrying her when they were walking to the water.Also, I think Nytem's character woke up on the path?That means that everyone ought to be awake I think, except maybe the new character that hasn't shown up yet. Dextkiller's char or whateverEstyl?

It also said that Xiga's character attempted to run, but it's strange as the cat calmed her down so..

Souls of Atlas

I still am payin attention.

Souls of Atlas

Slowly waking up, he quickly noticed that he was being carried. Strange. Usually when one wakes up they expect to be in bed, or at the very least, stationary. Trying to reorient himself,he simply threw himself out of the grasp of whoever was carrying him at the moment. Perhaps... that was ill advised. Hitting the ground with a solid thud, he grunted due to the sudden pain. His muscles were sore... perhaps from being asleep too long?

"Since I don't want to resort calling you guys Soul 1 and Soul 2, we should trying picking names. Has anyone thought of anything?"

Huh?

Didn't he have a name? Come to think of it.. He couldn't really remember. In fact, he couldn't even recognize his surroundings. He was in some forest, or jungle. And the strange part of it was, he didn't even know what environment he even would recognize. It was all just... a feeling. Instinct. Everything was just a blur.

He slowly propped himself up, brushing off the dirt he had accumulated tumbling on the ground. However, his hand recoiled suddenly as a sharp pain coursed through his right arm. After a while, it slowly started to subside, but lingered somewhat. Taking a second look at his right arm, he could see what looked to be a burn scar that started from his wrist and ended at his elbow. Where had he gotten that? Too many questions, not enough answers. Maybe he should just focus on what was going on right now rather than dwell on things that would just keep him thinking.

Well, maybe he should ignore the talking cat too then for a bit. Other than that, there were a few more people around him, all walking on the same grassy path. Following a talking cat.. seemed strange, but then again, he couldn't even remember what was normal anymore, and the fact that they were souls, at least according to the cat's words, seemed more urgent right now.

Or maybe figuring out a name would be nice too, but quite frankly he had no idea where to even begin with that.

Souls of Atlas

Was a bit busy, I'll try to get something up today

Souls of Atlas

Name:
N/A

Gender:
Male

Age:
Appears to be Middle to late twenties.

Appearance:
He's tall, but is very thin. He’s not bony per se, but seems like he’s been on a diet for a while… or gone a few days without food. As for his clothes, they’re nothing special. Outdoor boots, jeans, and an olive drab shirt.

Height:
Six Feet Tall. A bit taller than the average male would be.

Weight:
One Hundred and Forty-Four Pounds.

Hair colour:
Black hair with a few graying areas. Pretty strange for someone of his age.

Eye colour:
His irises appear to be green in color.

Skin tone:
If one took a look, they could plainly see that it is white, but they would also see that it’s beginning to tan.

Notable features:
Has a severe burn scar that runs across his arm, very noticeable as of now as he’s wearing a short sleeve shirt.

Personality:
This man can end up saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, but he generally doesn’t mean to harm anyone by his words, and when he does it’s plainly obvious. Subtlety is not a word in his dictionary, and he acts accordingly. If he doesn’t like someone, he’ll go up to them and personally tell them that he does and why. He calls things as he sees it… but will grow quiet in the face of criticism, or looks of disgust, as he hates it when people stare too long at him, especially because of his scar, which even he admits is not very pretty.

Back story: [[n/a]]

Fears:
Has a fear of being burned. He doesn’t know why, just does. As such, he avoids flames whenever possible. He will however, in a dire situation, allow himself near a fire if the circumstances require it to be so. He also has a fear of heights.

Loves:
While not a social outcast, he does enjoy peace and quiet from time to time. Loves the sea a great deal, so he likes to swim or boat.

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writing sample

“My name is Pyotr Nikolai. Thirty-Three years of age, Serial code 040147. My name is Pyotr Nikolai. Thirty-Three years of age, Serial code 040147. My name is Pyotr Nikolai-” The man repeated these words as a mantra, the only words Pyotr had allowed his captors to hear, as he was imprisoned god knows where. He carved another tally mark into the wall with one of his fingernails. If he hadn't lost track of time, it should have been one year, one day, fifty-two minutes, and 33 seconds since the moment he had been captured.

And of course, he was tortured to no end. Geneva Convention my ass. It was just another piece of paper the bureaucrats signed, as people like to believe their government keeps their word just because they “swore” to it on paper. Sometimes his captors would go with the classic waterboarding everyone hears about. Sometimes they’d take his clothes away and throw him in a cell that was extremely cold, and throw cold water on him to add insult to injury. Or they’d simply punch him in the abdomen, perhaps out of anger.

Pyotr didn’t even know why he was here. It was barely a year and he’d almost forgotten his past life. From conversations he heard outside his cell from time to time, they’d said he was a tough one to crack, probably intent to keep his secrets to the death. They’d break him someday.

Problem was, he didn’t even know any secrets. He’d screamed out several times that he knew nothing. His captors took that as a sign of defiance rather than genuine fear.

What could he say? It was a year of pleading, that fell on empty ears. Pyotr tensed as his cell door opened. It was right on time, as always. Did it matter anymore? He could do nothing. Pyotr wasn’t James Bond, he was some janitor at some small town college.

Maybe they’d let him go after a few years of this, and see he was truly innocent.

---

Today would be the last day of the torture.

His captors decided that they simply hold him at gunpoint. Pyotr Nikolai wasn’t talking, so they’d grant him one more chance. Tell them everything, or die. That surely would get him to talk. Hold him down to the ground, shoot a few rounds near his head to scare him into submission.

If he still denied everything, they’d kept him here long enough. If he wished to take his secrets to the grave, so be it. They’d have someone else that they could torture to find out what exactly he was hiding anyway.

Writing sample is a bit long, but that's something from one of my rp's before the guildfall.

I am also Dlayeth's friend, so hello to everyone. I hope my writing is something you're looking for, but if not, I'll just let myself out, haha.

Comatose

Appearance

Full Name:
Lucas Walker

Alias(es) / Titl(es) / Nickname(s):
N/A

Gender:
Male

Age:
19

Active Abilities:
Hyalokinesis- He can manipulate glass- However, this does not mean he can create glass, he merely controls glass. For example, he can shatter a window and shape the glass shards into flechettes, and can independently control any glass object he comes across. Another example of an application of this power- He can basically make the glass windows on a car implode, causing the glass to violently rip through the occupants inside.

Passive Abilities:
Retrocognition- Lucas can see past events, either in a room, an object, or a person, but he has to be in physical contact with the person/object first.

Weapon(s):
N/A

Personality:

Lucas is pretty close to mentally stable. Sure, he’s a bit more paranoid than one should be, but he still generally trusts people. He won’t harm someone unless they have done something of ill intent towards him. He’s very patient and calm.

However, Lucas thinks more logically than emotionally- Which is a fault as much as it is a benefit. While he can think his way out of most situations, a side effect is that he simply does not have much empathy for others. He doesn’t catch on to many facial cues, and almost never to emotional cues. He may even be apathetic at times, focusing more on the problems ahead than other peoples’ well being. What may come off as rude from others may be completely normal for Lucas, which hinders his social interactions with others.

Weakness/Fear(s):
Lucas can only manipulate glass if it is in the immediate vicinity. Without that, he is practically powerless. Even though Lucas seems uncaring towards others, he is actually very afraid of dying alone. and is also claustrophobic.

Special Abilities / Traits / Attributes / Quirks:
Enjoys learning history. Somehow the thought of having an understanding of those who came before him is appealing for Lucas.

Themesong:
Apparat- Goodbye

The Light In The Darkness

I'm officially dropping this rp, even though I haven't really posting. Sorry, I probably should have said something way before.

In the beginning of this rp I could actually post, but now it's become more of a chore to me, as the creative juices do not seem to be flowing for me in this rp and I'm hard pressed to make a post. Sorry for the inconvenience if you guys waited on me for a period of time. I guess this rp doesn't really work out for me. I was actually trying to post for a few days and found myself unable to. And with tests, exams, and end of the year projects coming up, I simply don't have the time to sit down and spend an hour attempting to make a decent post.

Good luck with the rp though.