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And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-

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« Reply #15 on: April 27, 2009, 07:21:56 pm »

Name: Peter Young, generally known as Tirin.

Sex: Male

Age:  347

Keyblade: N/A

Drive Forms:

Appearance: Tirin appears as a pale, muscular boy standing five feet, ten inches tall and weighing something along the lines of one hundred eighty pounds. No matter what environment he currently finds himself inhabiting, he wears nothing more than a black cloak and tunic, as well as (also) black trousers - even in such frigid areas as the far north of Cosna, he is entirely at ease in such apparently inadequate clothing. His hair is dark-brown and falls to roughly eye-level in the front.  His eyes change between green, brown, and grey periodically or at will. Covering his feet are black leather boots (Which were once brown, but have after dozens of years have gone through so much bloodstains to 'warp' in color) - however, none of these features gains him much attention. His single most obvious feature is the black sword nearly as long as he is tall strapped to his back, it's hilt protruding over his shoulder. He wields this weapon with incredible, almost oblivious ease, even going so far as to slash men in half with a single fluid stroke. He also maintains that the blade speaks to him telepathically, although whether or not that is true is unknown - people just don't call him on it.

If he ever releases the entirety of his power in anger, however, his form changes entirely to a monstrous warrior that takes refuge in humanity's greatest nightmares, his skin warping to a shadowy black as he grows two feet taller, like-colored wings taking up residence on his back. His eyes burn a hideous red, and death follows in his wake, an uncontrollable monster released for a length of time ranging from a few hours to several months. In contrast, with valiant intent he merely experiences this growth and the 'sudden' appearance of angelic wings.

Personality: Tirin is an intelligent (although incredibly lazy for the most part) person, curious about everything and making it his business to delve as deep into the affairs of others as is possible. Despite hundreds of years of experience with almost every problem to be had in Cosna behind him, he is cheerful and a bit of a womanizer, probably a result of his teenage body.  While certainly able to distinguish between the concepts of good and evil, he has no real preference between the two of them and will not treat people according to their beliefs on the matter, but absolutely hates to see the latter of the concepts triumph; It always unleashes the most brutal of monarchs, and through them the cruelty of the human soul. While possessing an explosive temper once it is aroused, it is quite thankfully buried deep beneath the seeds of laze and wish to uphold 'his' world's honor, laws, and customs.

Personal History: While his personal history would be incredibly difficult to document adequately in a single book, he has made adventuring his only major ('major' meaning 'life-consuming') interest in the last few hundred years, aside from actively seeking out a woman to spend his time with. While he is not well-known in the least near the beginning of his escapades nearly three hundred and fifty years ago, he has personally claimed to have served as a catalyst for most (if not all) major events, whether or not these events had a positive impact on the world. This includes the legendary Fifty-Year War, during which time the northern and southern sections of Cosna turned against each other in a massive conflict that ended with a terrible recession in the economy, and centered around the power that the Church held (and still holds) - each wanted control of the Church and the ability to sway the citizens to their 'side'. During this period, Tirin (and most other warriors of his caliber) fought for the severely outnumbered northern kingdoms, those in the south ruled mainly by brutal monarchs who would do whatever it took to get what they wanted, even if it meant the ruination of their kingdoms, which Tirin was all too happy to oblige to.

Significant Other: None, although he is actively seeking for one throughout his travels.

Education: No formal education; Learned everything he has through experience and a particular interest in magic, particularly the domains surrounding the concepts known as Darkness, Light, Cold, and Time. He began adventuring at a relatively young age.

Occupation: Self-proclaimed Champion of the Realm.

Morality: Chaotic Neutral. Tirin does what he wants, when he wants, to get what he wants, and will help or harm whoever he has to in his pursuit of happiness. He tends to take the 'helpful' way, mainly to gain more allies, and has nothing but scorn and hatred for brutal tyrants.

Interests/Hobbies: Reading, studying, music (Both playing and listening).

Habits: Often sings, even during combat. Drinks more often than is necessary. Finds the need to curse every so often.

Likes: Women, causing 'natural' disasters, sweet (and/or alcoholic) beverages, decent food, and, above all, a decent challenge in combat.

Dislikes: Tyrants, unnecessary brutality.

Fears/Phobias: Tirin's only fear is that he will one day find love and it will be snatched away from him permanently and without warning, leaving him hopeless for the rest of eternity.

Talents: Magic: Tirin's list of (commonly-used) magical abilities tend to lean towards consuming his foes in clouds of corrosive shadows and shaping raw energy to his will. He only uses what he knows of time-based magic in emergencies, as, in his mind, it takes the fun out of combat.

Talents: Physicality: Tirin is strong and fast beyond any normal human being, and would probably consider a battle with fifty brigands an unfair fight - in his favor, no less. That said, against an equal number of trained warriors, he would have to rely on his magical strength much more than his physical, keeping his distance.

Goals in Life: Without a lifespan to speak of, Tirin lacks any goals to achieve before it ends; The only thing resembling it is to find somebody to settle down with amid all of the suffering covering the rest of the world, and live in relative peace, called on when he is needed.

Motivation: Tirin's motivation is to become a "God" - which has a much different usage in his world than it tends to in others. In Cosna, a God is a champion of spells or steel, able to overcome entire armies by themselves, and very much respected (and, in some cases, completely feared) by the general populace. He does this to follow in the footsteps of his cousin Matthew, who he looks up to as a role model despite his age.

Three Wishes: Tirin’s 3 Wishes are:
1. To find true love - something he has never experienced despite an infinite lifespan.
2. To keep having fun for the rest of eternity.
3. (Uncharacteristically) To get rid of every tyrant in the countries of Cosna.

Misc.: Eyes turn red when angered. This is mostly a warning to those around him.

Intro Post: Tirin woke up in a small hut in the far north of Cosna, unsure of the time - it was still dark out, but these days, it was always dark out. Judging by his general alertness, however, it was somewhere in the early A.M., since he had gone to sleep around 3 in the afternoon. Getting himself dressed as quickly as he possibly could, he placed the large blade on his back and teleported to the city of Palpitin, filled with large castles and majestic buildings - under which nestle nothing but villainy. He strolled around the back alleyways, making as much noise as he possibly could to attract a little 'attention'.

Sure enough, a small crowd of roughly a dozen men formed around him, pressing him back to the cool stone that made up the majority of the city's buildings - and all of them in this district. Their eyes went to the large hilt protruding over his back, but they didn't much care - it was nothing to them wielded by a kid who couldn't lift it with two arms. They drew several short blades, one drawing it to the teen's throat. "Give us all of your money, and we'll let you go. If not, we're going to take it. Understand?" He hissed, his eyes showing an intelligence evidently not possessed by the rest of the group. "You have no idea who the hell you're messing with." Was Tirin's annoyed reply. "Hm... Well, we've got our answer, boys. Somebody wants to play t-" He let out a strangled cry as he fell to the ground, his own blade driven into his throat.

Within a few minutes of eager bloodletting, the entire brace of bandits were lying on the ground, dead or close to it, and each missing a limb - mostly arms or legs, but one or two had been decapitated. Their blood was spreading thickly on the ground,  seeping into drains. The boy flicked his wrist, the gore coating the sword flicking onto the wall in the moment before he sheathed it, leaving the alley with an entertained grin on his face. The criminals hadn't been a challenge in the slightest, but they had certainly been an entertainment to watch flounder about in their own vital fluids. A single coherent thought rang in Tirin's mind: Ah, it's going to be a long night in Palpitin...
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« Reply #16 on: April 29, 2009, 07:26:01 am »

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Name: Jaki Solonoph

Sex: Female

Age: 82

Keyblade: Star Seeker

Drive Forms: (leave this empty for now; it will be explained when needed)

Appearance: Jaki is an Erephon (EH-reh-fon), or a 'Long-lady', the feminine form of Long-man in our common speech, a race of usually nature-dwelling humanoid beings. Erephons have traits of having one part of their body, commonly either the neck, one of the arms or feet, are significantly and extra-ordinarily longer or larger than the rest, as well as they are bestowed with a lasting lifespan as long as half of a millennium.As an Erephon, Jaki is bestowed with a left arm nearly as thick as a stump that longly reaches a few inches pass her knee.

Jaki is as young as a human adolescent nearing to her own maturity. She has a glorious wavy and darkened brown hair which, traditionally, she keeps braided with most layers into a single knot tightly like a rope, while the untied and loose remainders of her hair are left hanging wavily on her rosy cheeks and wide forehead. She has a flat nose, lushly-hooded eyes with blue pupils, and eyebrows rather thick while her lips are humble like a quiet rose, rather as if she seems like a silent person. She is as tall as a meter and another meter-half together, and she has a body rather slender, but not very slim like an hourglass lady. Her body is touched with the tone of darkened peach; brown dozed in a mix of light.

Like most of her kind with a single arm significantly larger than the other, she wears a special sleeveless blouse that requires to be buttoned at the back, and often she prefers those with cherry red textures, with her silked white skirt merged with transparent flower-like figures which is no longer till her knees. Her boots, a foot higher than her ankle, are made of brown softened bark - a faulty material during rainy weathers - and silk.

Personality: As she is trained like her siblings, technically, every Erephon dwelling in the same clan as her is considered a sibling, Jaki is supposedly a humble, straight-backed person; formal. Though this is true when around her more formal elders, in reality she is talkative and full of gossip, or at least she tends to as mild as she could without intentionally hurt them. She is calm, and not usually easily irritable, but when something that she fears threatens her to death, she screams her lungs out as if it was the end, like there was no tomorrow,  yet among most Long-ladies she knows, she would usually take the lead as well as taking the first step. She is indeed very friendly, not afraid to greet the person first unless she was told not to, and caring of her friends despite her gossips.

Personal History:

Significant Other: None; despite gossiping of how handsome few certain men of their clans are, no one of her age of her race are allowed in relationships till she reaches her lifespan of a hundred years.

Education: She as well as her sisters are being trained by their elders. Mainly of cosmic theories of their universe,

Occupation: Still in education.

Morality: Neutral Good

Interests/Hobbies: Thrill seeking, Paraphols (a sport of the Erephons wherein two teams pummel a ball with any part of their body and shoots it in a Goal-ring of the opposing team, with one for each team.),

Habits: Gossiping on everyone, though she gossips only to people she is close with.

Likes:

Dislikes: Too much formalities,

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Talents:

Goals in Life:

Motivation:

Three Wishes:

Misc.:

Intro Post:

WILL BE COMPLETED SOON. I PROMISE.
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« Reply #17 on: April 30, 2009, 01:32:38 pm »

Reposted with some epic updates, because I finally got over my laziness and decided I care.


Name: Andrew Rogers

Sex: male

Age: 14

Keyblade: Forward Unto Dawn (see avatar; created by deviantART's PhoenixTrooper: http://phoenixtrooper.deviantart.com/)

Drive Forms: N/A

Appearance: Andrew is a Caucasian male who stands just over five feet tall, weighing in at a startlingly light 113 pounds. He has long, dark brown hair, which is swept across his forehead to the left, leaving no part. His hair falls just above his eyes when worn in such a manner, as it always is, casting a faint shadow over them and occasionally spiking outward slightly around his right eye in the coolest way possible. His eyes are such a dark brown that they are sometimes mistaken for being black, a trait that he has been complimented on many a time by his female friends, notably Alex. His wardrobe usually consists of an Element t-shirt (usually black or gray), blue jeans, and white DC sneakers.

Personality: Formerly a very shy person, Andrew has recently developed an outgoing and very attractive personality, making him impossible not to get along with unless he's the one who has a problem with you in the first place. He loves cracking jokes, which almost always land perfectly, and has been called "Lord of 'That's What She Saids'" by two of his friends. Sarcasm finds itself in constant use by the boy for its humorous effect, although at heart he is a kind, caring person.

Personal History: One could say that Andrew was spoiled in growing up; he was given nearly everything he asked for, and wasn’t forced to participate in activities such as sports when he showed no interest (which he now regrets… stupid gym class!). Video games and cartoons played a major role in the boy’s life until roughly age twelve, when he dropped the cartoons for more “mature” television shows, such as Heroes on NBC, and began playing video games with more complex mechanics and deeper plots. He found that making friends came easily for him- he even made friends with several kids that once bullied him, albeit through... “undesirable” means. After making an enemy out of a once-friend (as if that could describe the horrible event!) in order to become “cooler” (which did, in fact, work), he swore that he would develop an empathy for even the most disgusting and emotionally disturbed people, so as to avoid another “accident.” He does not regret losing this friend, although he does regret the means by which he did so.

Significant Other: Although he currently has no girlfriend, Andrew has fallen completely in love with Alexandra Fiandaca, one of his best friends. She doesn't return his feelings, but that does nothing to change the fact that he would do literally anything for her, including kill or die, in a heartbeat.

Education: Andrew currently attends Reynolds Middle School, alongside Alex and his other friends. He participates in the “ALPS” Enriched Language Arts program, as well as takes the Algebra course a year early, as a part of the Enriched Math program at his school. Despite taking these more advanced classes, Andrew is far from nerdy. He often questions whether or not he belongs in the advanced placement math course.

Occupation: Seeing as he's only fourteen and a job at such a young age is not only optional but would require his input of time and effort, Andrew is currently unemployed.

Morality: Andrew acts only in the best interest of himself and Alex, willing to do anything for her, whether or not he personally believes it morally acceptable or right. When presented with a situation that has little effect on him or the girl, however, he tries to act on a good moral code and benefit as many people as possible.

Interests/Hobbies: Writing fictional stories, jamming on his electric guitar, hanging with friends, and slaughtering Organization XIII for the umpteenth time on Kingdom Hearts Re: Chain of Memories or Kingdom Hearts II are three of Andrew's favorite pastimes. Friday nights on which his friends are too busy to hang out are usually spent running through The Castle That Never Was on a KH2 file saved just before the entrance, which is never saved over so that he can replay the World whenever he desires to do so. When it comes to playing guitar, although he's not the worst player in the world, he is considerably less skilled than some of his other friends, most of whom have been playing for much longer than he. "Town Called Hypocrisy" by Lostprophets is one of his favorite songs to play, its upbeat and highly addictive chord progressions never failing to put him in a good mood.

Habits: Although not so much a habit, Andrew is practically addicted to text messaging and blasting his iPod. It's rare to see him "unplugged" outside of the classroom.

Likes: Alex, music, video games, texting, writing

Dislikes: Tyler McKeen, Joseph Keim, rap, nerds, jocks, people who think they know everything/are better than everyone

Fears/Phobias: Andrew only has three true fears in life: losing Alex, the concept of "forever," and the idea of becoming paralyzed. Losing Alex would be, in his mind, the worst thing that could happen to him; ask him why, and he'd respond that she's just too.... perfect. Maybe not by definition- no one is- but perfect for him. And so, naturally, fate being the motherfucker it tends to be, the second worst thing to losing her is due to become a reality in the second week of July; she's moving across the country to Arizona. This ties in to his second large fear, the concept of "forever," in that he fears that while he and she will undoubtedly stay in contact via text and instant messaging for the first few months at least, in all probability that won't last long and he'll never see her again. Not that "forever" didn't scare him prior to his falling for Alex, however; the idea of no end- of infinity-has made his head spin for years.
He also is one of the many people who consider total paralysis a far worse fate than death; the idea of being able to see, to hear, to smell, to breathe, but unable to move or speak, is as scary a thought as any. It would be like being confined to a prison within your own body, lacking all control whatsoever with no hope of ever regaining it. Got an itch? Oh well. Gotta ****? (Or, worse yet, gotta crap?) Too **** bad.

Talents: Andrew has been called a, quote unquote, **** amazing writer. He concurs.

Goals in Life:
  • To, someday, hopefully end up with Alex.
  • To become either a famous writer or a screenwriter for some hit TV show.

Motivation: Andrew's love for Alex and his own best interests are the driving forces behind practically all of his important decisions.

Three Wishes:
  • That he and Alex will, eventually, end up together. Happily.
  • Time manipulation. Oh, what fun would be had...
  • That his singing voice wasn't the piece of **** it is now, and was actually good.

Misc.: (to be added at some point before the RP starts, assuming I think of anything)

Intro Post:

(WARNING: THIS IS THE SAME AS THE  RP'S INTRO. I ONLY REPOSTED IT HERE BECAUSE IT DOUBLES AS MY INTRO AND MY SHEET LOOKS TOO SHORT WITHOUT IT.)

“**** it…” Andrew moaned in pain, dragging himself out of bed and across the room, clutching head with his left hand. It had been exactly one week since she left, and every day the pain seemed to at least double, usually triple… or worse. The headache, the heartache… Oh, the heartache. It felt as if the boy’s heart itself was dissolving within him, ever so slowly, yet oh so quickly and painfully. Why did she have to go? he thought, slamming him hand down on the “OFF” button of his alarm. Why the **** did she have to go?

Forcing himself into an outfit more suitable for school than simply a pair of black boxer shorts, Andrew tried everything to advert his attention from the thought of Alex. Unfortunately, trying not to think about something- or, as in this case, someone- in particular accomplishes nothing other than thinking even more about them. Like telling someone not to think about a purple elephant. Popping in his earbuds and tiredly scrolling past several popular (and several relatively unknown) artists on his iPod nano, affectionately named “The Old New Nano,” due to its still being a relatively new model of the nano, although not the newest, he finally settled on Lostprophets, a favorite band of his.

Backpack fully packed and slung awkwardly over his right shoulder, the fourteen-year-old trudged down the stairs, every step as if through hell, knowing that today was one of his final days where he could go to school and expect to see Alex. Arizona, he thought, thoroughly confused. Why the hell there? Out of all the places to go, why the **** pick Arizona?

Hell, why go at all?

Setting his backpack down against the white front door, the paint of which was beginning to crack and peel in one or two visible places, Andrew made his way to the kitchen, yawning as he flicked on the light. From the refrigerator, he retrieved a Snapple Apple, although he wasn’t really in the mood for a drink at the moment. He was never in the mood for a drink anymore.

Sipping at the red liquid, he walked through the doorframe, oddly yet conveniently lacking any form of door whatsoever, to the room that, while called the dining room, rarely was in fact used for dining. He pressed the small circular button on the side of the laptop that rested on the wooden table that took up a majority of the room and took a seat in the wooden chair placed before it, watching silently as the black screen flashed to life, displaying for him five options to choose from; five names, one of which was his own, a small icon displayed next to each, particularly the helix symbol that was seen so frequently on Heroes, an ex-favorite TV show of his, as his own. He clicked the S-like symbol with no hesitation whatsoever, scarcely blinking as the screen transformed into the silhouette of Sora, the main character of the Kingdom Hearts video game franchise, which served as his wallpaper.

Double-click the Mozilla FireFox icon. Watch the white-colored homepage pop up, a simple design of a red fox and the Earth displayed next to a search bar at its center. Click the deviantART link to “Venthus’s” page on the “Favorites” bar just below the url. Minimize the page. Open AIM. Username: PresetFatality. Password: ********. Check Buddy List. Online: “ColorMeToxic xXx”, "JIFFIEMIX72" and “themightytruk.” Maximize Internet.

The white arrow of a mouse cursor glided smoothly across the gray page, coming to a rest hovering just above a button labeled “Statistics.” Andrew clicked it. Another jerk of his hand and the cursor found itself hovering above another button, made available by clicking “Statistics,” this one labeled “More Stats.” He clicked this as well, and frowned at his lack of having picked up any more favorites or comments on his work overnight.

With a tired yawn and wondering why the hell he got up this early, Andrew closed out the internet and opened Microsoft Word 2007, not exactly eager to finish another chapter of “Venthus: Arcanum” alone, but more or less prepared to do so. He had fans, after all. Best not to keep them waiting longer than necessary.

He found himself almost praying for an excuse to step away from the computer for a few minutes by the time he had written a mere three paragraphs. It wasn’t that he didn’t like writing- quite the opposite- but rather that writing seemed to be all he’d done lately. He hadn’t even spared his Xbox360 or PlayStation 2 so much as a glance in the past three weeks, and hadn’t played them in a good five or six.

Which was when he saw the light.

It was a mere brief flash of light, illuminating the back of the room on the other side of the kitchen, but it was unmistakably a flash of light that should not have been. Not when Andrew was the only one awake, not at 5AM.

Naturally, this phenomenon piqued Andrew’s curiosity, and he found himself halfway across the kitchen before he even realized he had stood up. Of course, he was much too lazy to turn back now that he was nearly there, and thus lazily popped his head around the corner to peer into the family room and humor himself with the nonexistent light that he had imagined.

Instead, he almost **** himself.

There, sitting atop a red, plastic chair much too small for even a ten-year-old, PS2 controller in hand, sat a man clad in the same black robes identifiable as Organization XIII’s from Andrew’s favorite game. On the television screen, Wisdom Form Sora Dashed clear away from a deadly lance attack by Xaldin, picking up a Jump reaction command, loading his counter to 9.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

The screen blurred, Xaldin crying out in agony as he fell to Sora’s Kingdom Key. A pop-up notified the robed man that he had just obtained a Magnet Element. “Cute game ya’ got here, kid,” the man spoke, his a touch of humor in his voice. “Really does the Secret justice, it does.”

Andrew was at a loss for words.

“Tell me,” the man said, wasting no time in cutting to the chase, “what would you say if I told you that the Keyblades and Heartless and Nobodies of Kingdom Hearts are no less real than you or I?”

Andrew was silent.

“Yes,” the man went on, “indeed they are. Which is why I have come to you. Someone, you see, has been unlocking the Worlds, exposing their hearts to whatever might stumble across them. Under normal circumstances, this would pose no problem, except for the fact that the Door to Darkness, too, was unlocked mere hours ago, and a Heartless horde has been continuously pouring out ever since, showing no signs of slowing.”

“Of course they are,” Andrew sighed sarcastically, scared shitless but unwilling to show his fear to… whoever the hell this guy was.

“The Keyblades of the Realms of Light and Darkness have already chosen their masters, and quite capable masters they are, but I fear many Worlds will perish if the two go about their business trying to restore order alone. They are two deeply flawed individuals, and personal reasons as well as their lack of understanding their job will make it a difficult transition into their new lives as guardians of the Worlds.

“I simply need you to go out into the universe yourself and seal the Worlds they do not. Tidy up after the pair, if you will.”

“Right,” Andrew laughed. “And if I don’t?”

“Then your Earth itself will fall to their incapable hearts; the darkness will overwhelm it, and all shall be lost in a matter of days. It’s how things work. You have little choice if you are to save the ones you love.”

“Okay. I’ll bite. What about the Door to Darkness, then? I gotta seal that, too, to keep the Heartless out?”

“No. Fate shall choose the warriors whose unfortunate destiny that is. Fate has no say in the power I give you.”

“I see.”

The robed man nodded.

Without warning, the shadows of the room cast by the television’s glow against the furniture began to dance to life, yellow orbs of eyes manifesting on the materializing faces of feral-looking entities composed of pure blackness. Neoshadows. Andrew’s jaw slipped open, his eyes widening in horrified yet excited disbelief at the sight of the creatures.

He snapped his head in the direction of the robed man, but instead found himself falling backwards, sinking through the floor itself, shadowy tendrils flying up around him in all directions and wrapping themselves around his body, only tightening and pulling him deeper and deeper into a pool of liquid darkness as he struggled.

A sudden jolt in his heart forced an agonic scream from his mouth, and he could have sworn that he saw a green spark dance across his chest for the briefest of moments. “No!” he roared, panicked and pissed as **** at the robed man who was responsible for this. His eyelids sagged and breathing slowed, senses merging into a blurry mess. With whatever strength he had left in him, he made his presumably last thought audible, albeit only as a faint whisper, as the shadows overtook him: “Alex…
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« Reply #18 on: May 02, 2009, 03:54:10 pm »

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Info: The world's atmosphere is only held together by a generator after the entirety of it's landmass was destroyed in a massive war. The people of sky world live in communal air cities... While some live on their own. The ruler of sky world is a tyrant who calls himself, The Air Lord, who rules through fear, torture, and intimidation tactics. He resides in a massive air dreadnought called, The Ultimate solution. To travel, people travel in small personal ships, if they're rich, or dirigibles if they are poor, like 95% percent of the people are. There is a resistance war going on lead by, The people's hand. They are several out-gunned by the Grand Army of the Air Lord. Many of the scientist who have tried to re-create land-mass for the people to live on disappear mysteriously, though everyone knows it's the work of the Air Lord who wishes to keep his domain the same.
The level of detail, its almost as if I can make this world visually appear in my mind!!!
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« Reply #19 on: May 02, 2009, 07:15:47 pm »

The level of detail, its almost as if I can make this world visually appear in my mind!!!
Which reminds me, can you see the urealms forums or are you ip banned? My world's on a thread there, and it would be alot easier to just link than copy and paste, and take up alot less space on these forums. But if you wouldn't be able to see it, then there's no point in linking it.
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« Reply #20 on: May 02, 2009, 10:30:30 pm »

Happy? It's gone!
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« Reply #21 on: May 03, 2009, 10:06:29 am »

Which reminds me, can you see the urealms forums or are you ip banned? My world's on a thread there, and it would be alot easier to just link than copy and paste, and take up alot less space on these forums. But if you wouldn't be able to see it, then there's no point in linking it.
I think the idea is that only Pony can see the worlds. That way its an experience for our characters to explore them. It is hard to roleplay going somewhere you've never been if you have just read 5 pages on their way of life and customs.
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« Reply #22 on: May 03, 2009, 11:41:23 am »

I think the idea is that only Pony can see the worlds. That way its an experience for our characters to explore them. It is hard to roleplay going somewhere you've never been if you have just read 5 pages on their way of life and customs.
True, I'll just link it when the time comes.
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« Reply #23 on: May 03, 2009, 12:07:12 pm »

True, I'll just link it when the time comes.
I wish he could just hurry up and start, I mean none of us are starting at the same place so we can all join in at different times...
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« Reply #24 on: May 03, 2009, 04:18:25 pm »

I wish he could just hurry up and start, I mean none of us are starting at the same place so we can all join in at different times...
I think he's waiting for people to submit their worlds first.
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« Reply #25 on: May 04, 2009, 04:23:08 am »

I wish he could just hurry up and start, I mean none of us are starting at the same place so we can all join in at different times...

Waiting for the two half-done sheets on here and until I can talk to Shadowbolt at school today about his changing his mind about whether or not he's interested every five minutes. And assume nothing about the beginning, I can't start without all of you for a reason.
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« Reply #26 on: May 04, 2009, 08:32:10 am »

Waiting for the two half-done sheets on here and until I can talk to Shadowbolt at school today about his changing his mind about whether or not he's interested every five minutes. And assume nothing about the beginning, I can't start without all of you for a reason.
But Andrew I'm bored!!!!!
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« Reply #27 on: May 04, 2009, 02:29:54 pm »

But Andrew I'm bored!!!!!

Shadowbolt's joining with a slightly-modified version of his All's End sheet. I don't see too much of a problem in having bandanana start a page or two late, plot-wise, so I'll finish the intro post now.
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« Reply #28 on: May 04, 2009, 02:32:18 pm »

Waiting for the two half-done sheets on here and until I can talk to Shadowbolt at school today about his changing his mind about whether or not he's interested every five minutes. And assume nothing about the beginning, I can't start without all of you for a reason.
Well, I'm not going to be done with my world for a while, as I'm putting in insane amount of stuff into it. I could sum all the rest up in a basic over view, and hopefully by the time we reach it I'll have finished with it and can give a completed version.
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« Reply #29 on: May 05, 2009, 08:48:23 pm »

We're supposed to submit our worlds? I have no objection, but I can't imagine we'd be visiting Risu's worlds. They're pretty unpleasant...  Grin
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