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The Rotary 421 is the largest guild on the planet Eostoth, where the largest prison is held for universally known thieves, thugs, non-tax payers etc.
Rotary 421 has about 100,000 + members in its guild; 30% bounty hunters, 20% prisoners, 40% pirates, 5% thieves and 5% murderers. Because of their terrifying numbers and criminal histories, Rotary 21 became a notorious and victorious group at raids and conquering cities. Literally taking the entire planet into their rule. However, some members have been missing for the past few weeks. Their numbers had started drop.
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Hawk's Talon is probably the smallest guild on the planet with about 100-150 members; 10% bards, 50% thieves, and 40% wizards. A lot of other guilds take them for granted, which could be a good or bad thing...
Ever since their last raid (which failed miserably), 50 members a day started disappearing every week. Now the smallest guild on the planet would soon drop to a tiny group that is stomped on by bigger and better guilds...
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You wake up, with no memory of the past or what kind of life would be in store for you; wearing a green jumpsuit with numbers positioned on the right shoulder sleeve, binding beams and shackles on your feet and hands, trapped in a gray prison cellar and an iron door that keeps you in from what is outside.

Is it a dream?
Is it reality?
Who are you?
Where are you?

Rules/Qualifications for this RP:
1) Keep profanity at a minimum (even if there are prisoners and aliens and whatnot).
2)Yes you may have magical/supernatural/mutative powers but NO ONE IS OVERPOWERED.
3) Good or bad/doesn't matter which you are
4) Pick a class and race (Your class/race is discovered later in the roleplay)
5) Characters from TV shows, movies, animes, cartoons are acceptable (if you really want this to be crazy), and so are OC's
6) Have fun

Name: Hoshiro Mashigaki
Age: 16
Ghoul/Human: Ghoul
Crush: None
(If ghoul) Power: Koukaku, green with a soft hint of blue, uses it in battle by either using it as a third arm for range combat, a shield for defense, or as a large cone drill for close combat.
Personality: Talks a lot, friendly towards those who haven't hurt her, strategic when it comes to any kind of battle, friendly, 40% sane.
Appearance: (don't have pic right now so I'll put a description) Dark red hair that ends at the tip of her chin and is sometimes put into one short pig tail; hazel eyes when kakugan is not activated; rectangular, red glasses that she wears every so often; prefers not to wear girl clothing too much; 68 inches tall
Other: likes long walks on the beach Female Attends High School

The Rotary 421 is the largest guild on the planet Eostoth, where the largest prison is held for universally known thieves, thugs, non-tax payers etc.
Rotary 421 has about 100,000 + members in its guild; 30% bounty hunters, 20% prisoners, 40% pirates, 5% thieves and 5% murderers. Because of their terrifying numbers and criminal histories, Rotary 21 became a notorious and victorious group at raids and conquering cities. Literally taking the entire planet into their rule. However, some members have been missing for the past few weeks. Their numbers had started drop.
.....................................

Hawk's Talon is probably the smallest guild on the planet with about 100-150 members; 10% bards, 50% thieves, and 40% wizards. A lot of other guilds take them for granted, which could be a good or bad thing...
Ever since their last raid (which failed miserably), 50 members a day started disappearing every week. Now the smallest guild on the planet would soon drop to a tiny group that is stomped on by bigger and better guilds...
.........................................................

You wake up, with no memory of the past or what kind of life would be in store for you; wearing a green jumpsuit with numbers positioned on the right shoulder sleeve, binding beams and shackles on your feet and hands, trapped in a gray prison cellar and an iron door that keeps you in from what is outside.

Is it a dream?
Is it reality?
Who are you?
Where are you?

Rules/Qualifications for this RP:
1) Keep profanity at a minimum (even if there are prisoners and aliens and whatnot).
2)Yes you may have magical/supernatural/mutative powers but NO ONE IS OVERPOWERED.
3) Good or bad/doesn't matter which you are
4) Pick a class and race (Your class/race is discovered later in the roleplay)
5) Characters from TV shows, movies, animes, cartoons are acceptable (if you really want this to be crazy), and so are OC's
6) Have fun

Hunter! wrote:

Occ: is this a make your own form? #track

You can make your own form if you want to. I recommend using what Sunsong used

YAY

when shall we start??

Classes available but are not limited to:
Mage
Necromancer
Sorcerer
Fighter
Ranger
Bard
Assassin
(Basically classes you would choose in a D&D campaign)

Races available but are not limited to:
Human
Dwarf
Wookie
Half Demon
Half Orc
Half Elf
Halfling
etc...

Create your own mixtures of species and class. I am not in control of whatever you should pick.

Anyone would probably think that Hoshiro Mashigaki would have plenty of friends just judging her personality. The hard truth is she's a loner. High school wasn't exactly easy or hard, she had kept straight A's since Freshman year, it was her social life that was little wacky. Sure, her parents were ghouls, she was a ghoul, it made life difficult than to a regular humans, so what? Bullies hate her just because they might be jealous of how she's by herself reading or playing games in a corner or loudly talking to classmates to gain attention when the moment arises.

The fact Hoshiro was a ghoul obviously meant she had to hunt and kill. It's not that hunting is boring though in all honesty, hunting people gave her a thrill. Like catching an animal after it's gotten away from you multiple times type of thrill.
During a hunt or being attacked by a Dove, for whatever reason, Hoshiro appears pretty flexible when attacking, using technique that her sensei had taught her in middle school and avoiding swings from kids in the alleyways of some streets. She was a more defensive kind of fighter knowing that offensive is her strong suit. This only happens when things get crazy and good. However these circumstances have not happened in quite a while. Thinking about all of this actually made her hungry.

The weather was breezy and cold today, a time to wear a jacket and snow hat to keep warm. Hoshiro had felt that as she came to school in the morning.
Walking down the stairs from her high school entry way, Hoshiro recalled all of the things her teachers had said to study over the weekend. 'The perfect time to get everything done and be prepared for finals.' they had all said. Which meant no free time...
Hoshiro had continued on walking, planning to head home and drink some warm coffee. Taking her orange and black diamond patterned hat and fitting it on her head, she took off her jacket knowing that she might over-heat since that was how her body works. She sighed, thinking about how much work she had to do over the weekend.

Everyone ready to start? Or should we wait for more people?

Name: Rodrick Pattello
Age: 15
Class: Sorcerer
Race: Halfling
Skills: Arcane Spells, hiding in small places, tactical abilities in combat
Personality: Like's and prefers adventure, always thinking outside the box, confident in his abilities most of the time
Other: Has a Hawk familiar, member of Hawks Talon, Nickname: Rick, might be gay

*Edited

OOC: track

Yeah but the real RP is
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…5.msg73477971#msg73477971

I meant to delete this

Dawnfeather, I don't think you can be in 2 classes at once unless your character changes class as she was achieving more experience.

Oh yeah, Dawnfeather did you forget to list her race? That is also an important key feature when your character goes into battles and so we know her abilities.

Alright are we all prepared and ready to start?

Waking up from a sleep that had felt like he had been dead for a millennium, Rick looked around at his surroundings. A brick wall covered in nothing but gray paint, a bunker bed, a steel door with iron bars in place of a small window. Was Rick really his name? His jumpsuit, that had apparently been put onto him as he was sleeping, had the numbers 006298 in black and engraved on his right shoulder sleeve. Looking down at his wrists and ankles, he noticed that both had bronze shackles with green plasma lasers binding them. What was he a prisoner? A slave?

Rick stood up suddenly almost falling down, his vision shifted a millimeter getting dizzy. He took a deep breath, holding the bunk bed rails for support. How did he get here again? Rick strained his memory for any chance of him doing something illegal or terrible that may have caused himself to appear guilty and in this disgusting cell. Through numerous attempts and eyebrow knitting, all he could recall was a bright blue light and someone grasping his left shoulder tightly, as if not wanting to let go. Were him and this person friends? No. He felt it was more than that. Who was it?

Walking to the door, he looked around the slim iron bars to take a view of what was outside his cell. It was still dark. The lights were off. That would mean that everyone is sleeping and barely any people would be roaming the hallways.
"Hey!" Rick had called yet, not really expecting an answer, "Is there anyone there?"
If this were a prison, that would mean there would be guards patrolling right?

Hearing a voice in the hallway, Rick had gotten excited. So this person is in the same situation as me huh, he thought to himself. If he could just get out of this cell, he would possibly be able to gather enough information on himself and what this place really is. This would mean a half plan was in progress.

"I don't think this is a joke to answer your question." he whispered just loud enough for the person to hear him but not within earshot of the guards possibly patrolling the hallway. "Uh...I'm pretty sure this a prison of some sort."

What exactly would happen when the time came to get out? What would the guards do? At that moment Rick heard footsteps approaching his cell. Right on cue...

Rick had heard the guard approach the window bars.
Looking at the person, all he could make out in the dark was that it was a female. She wore a cap labeled HCPJ in the center.

The female guard looked down. "What do you want?" she asked him. He had to come up with something. His new motive was to get out of this place. He knew he didn't belong here. It could have been just a misunderstanding. His instincts had told him that.

"I need to use the loo, sir erm, ma'am." Perfect. She should have a pair of keys that can unlock the cells in this corridor. He can possibly snag them as he passes by.

"Whatever...Just be quick." The female guard opened the cell door, a tiny creaking sound can be heard. Walking out, he finally realized his height compared to the guard. He could tell he was super short because of how the tip of his messy hair touched only her stomach.

As she started walking, he made sure that he was directly right behind her, eyeing the keys hanging from her belt loop. In only one swift move he can grab them, laser bound shackles or not. He was not staying here. Rick could even help out the other prisoners, and that girl...