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STATUS: People please I beg you! be creative when creating new RPs! no supernatural school shit!! There's enough already!! and its getting old! be creative! do something no one thought about!!! 9 yrs ago
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People please I beg you! be creative when creating new RPs! no supernatural school shit!! There's enough already!! and its getting old! be creative! do something no one thought about!!!
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God! can you guys stop posting RPs about supernatural schools!!? Be creative for fucks sake! >.<
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Sorry for the delay.. will post my CS sometime today.
Suddenly Rat was joined by the masked man, pointing barrels at Archie. Apparently Archie shot the masked man's money pouch, which set him on edge. Tension was filling the air. The stench of fear was on everyone, everyone but Wu. He was humored by the current situation, "God that man is so dead" he chuckled looking at Archie. He knew that his life is no longer in danger. Now bullets are going to be shot in one direction, towards Archie. Half the people in the saloon were hiding behind, under something. Except for Rose, who stood still with a bottle in her hand, Wu noticed. "Is she to stupid, or merely fearless?" Wu couldn't tell. When all the sudden the junky jumped from the back of the bar and into Rat's side.
He was confused, aiming his gun once at Rat, then towards Archie. Now there are three barrels pointed at Archie. "Now this is amusing" Wu thought with a broad smile on his face. Trying to hold back a chuckle. He then looked back at Archie and said "Run!" In an amusing kinda sarcastic voice. But it wasn't Archie who ran out the door, It was Rat. Wu was confused, "why would he run when he is the one with the loaded gun?" He thought.
Rose took the whole bar's attention when she yelled her offer. "That man is worth ten thousand, and she is offering one thousand to who ever brings him down?. She is smart" Wu thought. The masked man showed utter interest to the offer as he ran, following Rat. Wu stood and headed behind The Masked one, taking a steady slow footsteps. As he passed by Archie, he stood beside him for a brief moment and gave him a sarcastic smile and whispered "If I was you at the moment, I would fly through the back door". Outside the Mask man held Rat at gunpoint.
"Hmph" Wu smiled, now he has a truly brilliant idea. He approached the masked man and leaned close to him, and whispered the seed of madness, "this man is worth ten grand to the U.S government and it just happens to be, I am a free lancer for the government. How about we take him in and split the reward fifty fifty? So what do you say?" He smiled, patiently waiting for his reply.
He was confused, aiming his gun once at Rat, then towards Archie. Now there are three barrels pointed at Archie. "Now this is amusing" Wu thought with a broad smile on his face. Trying to hold back a chuckle. He then looked back at Archie and said "Run!" In an amusing kinda sarcastic voice. But it wasn't Archie who ran out the door, It was Rat. Wu was confused, "why would he run when he is the one with the loaded gun?" He thought.
Rose took the whole bar's attention when she yelled her offer. "That man is worth ten thousand, and she is offering one thousand to who ever brings him down?. She is smart" Wu thought. The masked man showed utter interest to the offer as he ran, following Rat. Wu stood and headed behind The Masked one, taking a steady slow footsteps. As he passed by Archie, he stood beside him for a brief moment and gave him a sarcastic smile and whispered "If I was you at the moment, I would fly through the back door". Outside the Mask man held Rat at gunpoint.
"Hmph" Wu smiled, now he has a truly brilliant idea. He approached the masked man and leaned close to him, and whispered the seed of madness, "this man is worth ten grand to the U.S government and it just happens to be, I am a free lancer for the government. How about we take him in and split the reward fifty fifty? So what do you say?" He smiled, patiently waiting for his reply.
@AbysmalDemon@GodOfWar what about you guys?
@Monochromatic Rainbow good to know. You're welcome to join us anytime.
So I deleted my second CS "The Necromancer", seeing that he was overpowered and not quite fit to this RP.
And if it's not to much to ask of everyone, I edited my Orc CS a bit, giving his background story a bit more of depth. So please read it carefully. :)
And if it's not to much to ask of everyone, I edited my Orc CS a bit, giving his background story a bit more of depth. So please read it carefully. :)
NAME: Balrog The Conquerer
AGE: 46
RACE: Orc
DESCRIPTION: Balrog has a grim look about him. Blooming red eyes. Intimidating, distinguished canine teeth. His armor made of the finest Orcish steel, mined the Orchish ore himself making sure to bring only the best to his blacksmith. Forged by the best and most expert blacksmith in his region, the armor took 2 days to be completed. Adding some bone ornaments to it made it look even more intimidating. His trusty battle axe, a gift from another tribe chieftain. His over all look intimidating and unpleasant to the eye. Not to mention the amputated head dangling from his waist belt. The head belongs to a warlord Balrog killed in his first raid.
BIO: Balrog lived his whole life in Ghelanard valleys. Ghenron his tribe, baring the fire emblem. His tribe was considered one of the largest and the most powerful tribe in the western valley, yet it was peaceful and political. Balrog was one of the chieftain's sons. He was the oldest of them all. His father never had the vision of ruling over the valley or Rayisa for that matter, he was political and civil with other tribes. His father wanted to unite the tribes into one nation. But it wasn't very successful, there was the conflict of who will rule over that Orcish nation. Eventually his father failed to accomplish that dream of his, due to old age and desperation. Balrog believed in his father's dream to unite the tribes. And so he took it upon himself to accomplish what his father failed to do. Firstly he needed to be the chieftain of his tribe. His father is too old and blunt-minded, his reign is over. By the age of 21 Balrog was old enough to challenge his father, challenge him for his role as the tribe chieftain. Balrog won the challenge, killing his father brought him no pleasure at all. But it had to be done, it's Balrog's chance to prove himself now.
Firstly he announced to the other tribes of his new role as the new chieftain. Winning a fair challenge against his father. His winning was predictable seeing that his father was old and to decrepit to fight. After mourning his father and feasting on his triumph, he began to convince the other tribe's chieftains to unite and become one. But all of his efforts were in vain and useless. Balrog didn't accept rejection pretty well. He tried talking, but it was hopeless. Being civil didn't work out, so he turned to his barbaric side. If they won't unite willingly, then forcefully. He gathered his best fighters and warriors and headed out to the nearby tribes, surrender or burn. Of course no orc surrendered obviously. Surrendering meant selling their dignity and honor.
Slowly over time he conquered the nearby tribes and claimed their lands. Killing their elder chiefs. Through his raids from one tribe to another, many joined his cause, fighting along side with him. Soon he had conquered the seven tribes surrounding his. Hence he was known as Balrog The Conquer.
When news reached Balrog of the king's death. He knew it was his best chance to take the previous king seat, and prove to the other tribes he is ready to unite the orcs and role them. It was a quest he had to do alone. His most trustworthy generals claimed his tribes, making sure no rebellion happens till Balrog's return.
ROLE: A chieftain to seven separate tribes surrounding his own.
SKILLS: Very skilled with axes and heavy weapons. Shockingly great with bows. Expert hand-to-hand fighter.
WEAPONS: His trusty two handed axe. A razor sharp orcish dagger. And a fine short bow.
EXTRA: Balrog grew up with his vicious wild Khattosh wolf breed. These kinds of wolves are specially bred for combat and war. They endure a lot and are loyal to a cause. Motawaheish was the beasts name.
The wolf is a bit larger than average wolves. He's fast and Unrelenting. Vicious and deadly. With a grey to black fur, sharp green eyes. His footsteps are steady and firm. Enduring days without food or water.
AGE: 46
RACE: Orc
DESCRIPTION: Balrog has a grim look about him. Blooming red eyes. Intimidating, distinguished canine teeth. His armor made of the finest Orcish steel, mined the Orchish ore himself making sure to bring only the best to his blacksmith. Forged by the best and most expert blacksmith in his region, the armor took 2 days to be completed. Adding some bone ornaments to it made it look even more intimidating. His trusty battle axe, a gift from another tribe chieftain. His over all look intimidating and unpleasant to the eye. Not to mention the amputated head dangling from his waist belt. The head belongs to a warlord Balrog killed in his first raid.
BIO: Balrog lived his whole life in Ghelanard valleys. Ghenron his tribe, baring the fire emblem. His tribe was considered one of the largest and the most powerful tribe in the western valley, yet it was peaceful and political. Balrog was one of the chieftain's sons. He was the oldest of them all. His father never had the vision of ruling over the valley or Rayisa for that matter, he was political and civil with other tribes. His father wanted to unite the tribes into one nation. But it wasn't very successful, there was the conflict of who will rule over that Orcish nation. Eventually his father failed to accomplish that dream of his, due to old age and desperation. Balrog believed in his father's dream to unite the tribes. And so he took it upon himself to accomplish what his father failed to do. Firstly he needed to be the chieftain of his tribe. His father is too old and blunt-minded, his reign is over. By the age of 21 Balrog was old enough to challenge his father, challenge him for his role as the tribe chieftain. Balrog won the challenge, killing his father brought him no pleasure at all. But it had to be done, it's Balrog's chance to prove himself now.
Firstly he announced to the other tribes of his new role as the new chieftain. Winning a fair challenge against his father. His winning was predictable seeing that his father was old and to decrepit to fight. After mourning his father and feasting on his triumph, he began to convince the other tribe's chieftains to unite and become one. But all of his efforts were in vain and useless. Balrog didn't accept rejection pretty well. He tried talking, but it was hopeless. Being civil didn't work out, so he turned to his barbaric side. If they won't unite willingly, then forcefully. He gathered his best fighters and warriors and headed out to the nearby tribes, surrender or burn. Of course no orc surrendered obviously. Surrendering meant selling their dignity and honor.
Slowly over time he conquered the nearby tribes and claimed their lands. Killing their elder chiefs. Through his raids from one tribe to another, many joined his cause, fighting along side with him. Soon he had conquered the seven tribes surrounding his. Hence he was known as Balrog The Conquer.
When news reached Balrog of the king's death. He knew it was his best chance to take the previous king seat, and prove to the other tribes he is ready to unite the orcs and role them. It was a quest he had to do alone. His most trustworthy generals claimed his tribes, making sure no rebellion happens till Balrog's return.
ROLE: A chieftain to seven separate tribes surrounding his own.
SKILLS: Very skilled with axes and heavy weapons. Shockingly great with bows. Expert hand-to-hand fighter.
WEAPONS: His trusty two handed axe. A razor sharp orcish dagger. And a fine short bow.
EXTRA: Balrog grew up with his vicious wild Khattosh wolf breed. These kinds of wolves are specially bred for combat and war. They endure a lot and are loyal to a cause. Motawaheish was the beasts name.
The wolf is a bit larger than average wolves. He's fast and Unrelenting. Vicious and deadly. With a grey to black fur, sharp green eyes. His footsteps are steady and firm. Enduring days without food or water.
You guys still in this?
WELCOME TO HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA!
Are you a monster? A..zombie? A mummy perhaps? Or maybe even a vampire? A werewolf? No matter, as long as you hate, despise humans, or even thirst their blood. Hotel Transylvania is your perfect vacation place. "Unless you're a human". Here you can steam off and relax. Whether by meeting new monsters such as yourself, or do any activities you like around the castle. There are feasts Everyday. Food and laughter in the mood. Getting bored at the hotel? Why not take your friends and terrorize the nearby town. But be aware that there will be consequences to every action you take. The townsfolk might come and attack the castle for revenge!
In this RP you get to be anyone you like to be! Either working in the hotel, or staying in it as a guest. You could be a zombie-doorman, you could be a mummy lobby boy. Whatever you want. (But you cant be the owner..obviously.). Make new friends in the hotel, or even enemies. Do what ever you want. Be CREATIVE! This will be an open RP, no specific plot.though there maybe some certain events.
RULES》
1.No Godmodding others.
2.If you're bailing out from the RP let me know.
3.No fighting in OCC.
4.Don't delay your post, others may be waiting for you to post.
CHARACTER SHEETS》
1. Name
2. Age
3. Occupation
4. Race (Zombie, Ghoul, Slimy Monster. Etc. Be creative.)
5. Appearance pic. (NO ANIME!.)
6. Personality. (Make it simple.)
7. Bio (not required)
PS:you can have up to 3 characters.
Please note that though this RP is free, each post should be no less than a paragraph. Not just a couple of rushed words put into a sentence. You can post up to 3 paragraphs maximum.
Are you a monster? A..zombie? A mummy perhaps? Or maybe even a vampire? A werewolf? No matter, as long as you hate, despise humans, or even thirst their blood. Hotel Transylvania is your perfect vacation place. "Unless you're a human". Here you can steam off and relax. Whether by meeting new monsters such as yourself, or do any activities you like around the castle. There are feasts Everyday. Food and laughter in the mood. Getting bored at the hotel? Why not take your friends and terrorize the nearby town. But be aware that there will be consequences to every action you take. The townsfolk might come and attack the castle for revenge!
In this RP you get to be anyone you like to be! Either working in the hotel, or staying in it as a guest. You could be a zombie-doorman, you could be a mummy lobby boy. Whatever you want. (But you cant be the owner..obviously.). Make new friends in the hotel, or even enemies. Do what ever you want. Be CREATIVE! This will be an open RP, no specific plot.though there maybe some certain events.
RULES》
1.No Godmodding others.
2.If you're bailing out from the RP let me know.
3.No fighting in OCC.
4.Don't delay your post, others may be waiting for you to post.
CHARACTER SHEETS》
1. Name
2. Age
3. Occupation
4. Race (Zombie, Ghoul, Slimy Monster. Etc. Be creative.)
5. Appearance pic. (NO ANIME!.)
6. Personality. (Make it simple.)
7. Bio (not required)
PS:you can have up to 3 characters.
Please note that though this RP is free, each post should be no less than a paragraph. Not just a couple of rushed words put into a sentence. You can post up to 3 paragraphs maximum.
So do we start separately? Or together??
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