Soul

Here's me, I guess.

Wow. You are...just like me, in almost every aspect.

Welcome.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/1250709

That's a link to the zombie/apocalypse sort of RP I made on a whim like at 4 AM. Feel free to join, if Casual is your thing. Although, most people I welcome are really Advanced and such, so if it's not to your liking than you're more than free to say 'Screw off'.

Again, welcome to the site.

Zombie Apocalypse RP?

Alright, cool. Thanks.

Zombie Apocalypse RP?

Hi. So, I've been playing a lot of Choice of Games, and some of my favorite ones are Zombie Exodus and Choice of Zombies. They both half-inspired me to 'make' this RP.

Basically, a group of teenagers...yes, I know, not original, but anyways...the teenagers are on a field trip to New York. It went well - they picnicked at Central Park, saw the museums, blah-de-blah. Long story short, after arriving at their hotels and getting into their rooms, they fall asleep. Wake up, and shit's happening. Apparently there was a massive wreck in the streets, and a bunch of blood and gore is dotting the roads. Military officers are cutting off travelling, although they are failing pretty bad, and it doesn't look like reinforcements are coming...oh, and the dead are alive. You have to first battle your way through this hotel filled with frightened people, officers, zombies...yeah. Once you leave the hotel...then where will you go? The streets are filled with the walking corpses, the military men has basically left the streets in their fancy Humvees, and there's chaos, bodies, and general destruction everywhere.

Welcome to New York.

The Awakening

Ah, yes, I gotcha! Normal crow it is. Thank you. ^^

The Awakening

So, are their gifts unlocked as soon as they step foot into the mansion? ^-^ The crow is supposed to be Devon unknowingly forming a Shadow Being from the darkness in the mansion, but it can just be a regular crow otherwise. I think, from the Interest Check, you mentioned that they get their powers from a crystal?

I literally just remembered that. >.< Woops. xD

Doctor Who Roleplay

The Cremator gave a sidelong-glance at Edmee, raising a sharply curved eyebrow. "No, hopefully we're not relatives." He responded quietly, his brain moving at a mile a minute. If they really had steel-like appendages, bullets wouldn't work...unless it was a direct shot to a fleshy, soft area. Furthermore, could they even be talked to? How fast did they move? Cremator himself was fast and strong, so could he out-maneuver and out-smart these creatures?

'I'll try...' His eyes narrowed in finality, and he glanced around once more, hearing voices. A female voice.

The Awakening

"Hm...I rather like this place."

Devon made a low sound in his throat, following after the rest of his little 'group' with his pale hands resting calmly inside of the soft fabric of his khaki shorts. The black-haired boy merely wore his usual casual wear - a white shirt, slim black hoodie, shorts, and sneakers. The hood was resting on his head, shading his eyes from the prodding eyes of anyone else, and although the hoodie did a great job of protecting him from the cold, Devon absently wondered why he felt stifling all of the sudden. While he was usually neutral to cold temperatures, he was actually starting to enjoy the frosty, brisk winds that surrounded the 'creepy mansion'. It was all a bit...odd, but not really all that important.

He raised a sharp eyebrow at the small hole they had to go through to move through the gate. Of course, the smaller females of their group easily slipped through, but it was a tad tight for Devon. Being the second-tallest of the group, he had to bend down at an awkward level and slip his slender frame through the hole, scratching his bare right leg on the wire, even though, like always, he didn't feel even the slightest sting from the cut. It was something that plagued his life. Instead of feeling pain...he just felt an overbearing, cold emptiness that seemed to flit through his heart. "Freakish..." Devon slightly quickened his pace, catching up to the girls that walked in front of him, although a quick glance behind showed that Chris was lagging behind, doing something weird probably. Devon simply shrugged, turning back around.

The door was already beginning to close with an ominous creak, and Devon boredly opened it with a lean leg, his hands still folded lazily in the pockets of his hoodie. For some reason, despite his stoic, dark, and brooding appearance, the boy was feeling both invigorated and creeped out. The cold, empty feeling inside of his heart - something that festered inside his soul for a very long time...well, it was beginning to grow, and while it gave him more energy, it also made him feel more...cold? Emotionless? Dark? Whatever...he needed some time to figure this out.

While the others discussed amongst themselves, Devon leaned against the entrance and closed his eyes, mentally meditating. Unknown to him, the crow that perched on the window-sill beside him flew forward, softly landing on the boy's shoulder and staring at his friends with sharp crimson eyes. The feeling of sharp talons in his shoulder caused him to look up, and he raised an eyebrow at the crow, the avian mimicking the boy's movement. He was very laidback, however, and with a shrug he turned his attention back to his thoughts, ignoring the fact that he looked very, very ominous at that moment - standing by the shadow door, his form basically invisible, and a crow with odd red eyes sitting on his shoulders.

'Whatever.'

He was starting to use that word quite often.

New and have a question

Wow, I was sure that that I was the only awkward high-school student.

Welcome. ^^

Doctor Who Roleplay

The Cremator tried his hardest to ignore the squabble amongst the people behind him, clenching his pistol with a steady, gloved hand. The stairs were pretty long, but it only take the man a few minutes or so to reach the top. With a calming breath, he opened the door and stepped outside, clicking the safety off.

"Physicist. Leave if you're going to act like a brat." Cremator gave an annoyed glance over his back.

(Who exactly controls the aliens, by the way?)

China's future ( Kung fu panda/feudal japan rp)

Name: He goes by 'Raw'.

Age: Unknown. He seems to be a young adult.

Gender: Male

Race: Wolf

Appearance: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/188/d/3/Werewolf__s_soldier_by_koutanagamori.jpgRaw usually wears beige pants, leather pauldrons, and iron/leather knee pads.

Personality: Raw is a bandit and mercenary at heart. Usually quiet and passive-aggressive when not bothered to fuss around with others, Raw is someone of stoic mind - his brain being as sharp as the steel swords he wields. Although he suffers from anger issues; easily turning on allies and enemies alike if his allies haven't garnered his loyalty, he is, by default, someone who enjoys his alone time, and the sweet nectar of ale. Killing and maiming is part of his life, and even when it's not necessary, he revels in completely tearing apart and eviscerating his opponent, even if it's in an honorable duel or friendly spar - although, in spars, he tries not to hurt anyone that badly. Generally a brash, aggressive person whom enjoys bloodshed. Maybe this training will help hone his patience?

Bio: Raw was originally born alone, his father and mother dead long before he woke up for the first time. All around him was chaos. Villages destroyed, people with their throats torn out - general death. He was amongst the first of the slaves that the notorious bandit group, 'Raw Danger', took in after destroying multiple towns and ravaging the country side. Even from the start, Raw was feisty, aggressive, and hard-working. He doubled the gruesome jobs he had to carry out, and this eventually led him to being trained by the master bandits that killed his parents. He pretended to be optimistic; learning how to fight and becoming extremely skilled at it. However, eventually his anger spiked, and he simply destroyed the entirety of the bandit caravan utilizing the skills taught to him by the people he murdered. After that, he became a wanderer, killing off any bandits he came across, and looting their corpses. Sometimes he would take out a civilian caravan whenever he got into one of his 'fits', where everything became blood-red and it seemed as if he was immune to pain and overwhelmed by anger, but he has been trying not to do that as often. His journey has eventually taken him to the Palace.

Job: Formerly a mercenary, assassin, and bandit - now an adventurer who takes out bandit camps for the money.

Weapon/abilities: Raw wields two steel blades that are carried in separate sheathes on his back, and he uses his claws in battle. Fighting style-wise, Raw uses his natural feral style that relies on fast, powerful, and brutal attacks that mainly goes for the heart, throat, eyes, or abdomen. He is absolutely relentless in his assault, and although, because of this, he is very good at countering blows as well, his defense leaves a lot to be desired. He is evenly strong, fast, and agile, like most fighters.

Other: Nothing.