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    [size=36pt]BONJOUR.[/size]


    Right, so there are tons of these threads out there.


    Tons.


    What I'm hoping for is a few people-Seriously, just a few-Who'd be willing to roleplay with li'l ol' me. You can ask me as many questions as you'd like, suggest topics, etc., fell free to do whatever you want. ^^ I only play from guys' POVs, by the way...


    THIS IS IMPORTANT-ONLY REPLY IF YOU'RE ABLE TO TYPE TWO FULL PARAGRAPHS EVEN AT YOUR LOWEST MUSE! I don't care how 'low' it is. While I'm a 'quality over quantity' person, there's little I can do with two-to-three sentences, y'know?


    Make sure to let me know if you're better with uke or seme characters!


    What I Will DOLPHINITELY Roleplay~


    -bxb
    -superpowers
    -countryxcity
    -badxgood
    -lab escapees
    -angelxdemon
    -steampunk
    -dystopian
    -horror


    What I Will Roleplay~


    -gxb
    -made-up bands/BoB
    -avengers next gen.
    -social/physically-based castes
    -shapeshifters
    -angst
    -apocalyptic


    What I Will NOT Roleplay~


    -gxg
    -real bands
    -animals
    -vampirexhuman stuffs
    -maid stuffs
    -just romance
    -r-pe, incest {blucky-bluck}

    @jazz-Absolutely, that plot sounds awesome! My muse for that is feeling pretty high. :3 Would you rather make a thread for it, or should I?


    @danielle-I'd prefer playing the male, if you don't mind.


    @district-Sure, do you have any plot in mind?


    @nightie-*applauds for the somersault* :> Would I ever! Do you have any sort of plot in mind? Which one would you prefer to play?


    [size=40pt]ROADTRIP--2014[/size]


    Every summer, a group of friends go out on a massive roadtrip in order to celebrate the end of another h-llish school year. Having just finished their senior year, it's sure to be epic. Afterall, it's the last chance they'll have to hang out before they dive into the draining world of college...So why not make it a memorable one?


    Eight eighteen year-olds crammed into one camper. What's not to love? The trip starts in Dallas, Texas, where all eight kids currently live, and ends in the backwoods of Berwick, Maine, where they spend a week at one of the girl's aunt's farm before taking the long trip home. What with the pit stops, detours and such, the trip usually takes about a month, if not more, and is the highlight of all of their vacations.


    All eight set out with the mindset that this trip was to be the craziest one yet. What they didn't know was just how crazy it was going to be.


    --RULES--


    -You must be a truly advanced writer. Two paragraph minimum per post.
    -Do not start any mini-plots, save for romances of any kind, without letting me know first.
    -If you have bad punctuation, grammar, or spelling, get out.
    -Keep it PG-13, please.
    -No power-playing.
    -No flooding.
    -Please don't bump continuously, it gets very annoying.
    -Keep checking here for more rules.
    -Have fun and enjoy your trip!
    -If you read these, put 'Roadtrip 2014' in the 'other' of your form.
    -Try out for only one person at a time. If you are not accepted for one character, only then may you try out for another.
    -Do not post your form here, create it somewhere else and link it here.


    IN ORDER TO BE ACCEPTED, YOU MUST PICK THE CHARACTER YOU WANT, TAKE THE INFORMATION I'VE ALREADY GIVEN, AND MAKE INTO AN IN-DEPTH FORM.


    The Girls



    The Boys




    [size=15pt]!?ACCEPTED FORMS!?[/size]


    Sage-- CLICK HERE
    Demi-- CLICK HERE

    @danielle-Eh, probably country, if you don't mind.


    @district-Not much. Something I've wanted to roleplay is two students who dislike one another getting stuck somewhere, whether it be a mall, highschool, store, etc. alone during a major storm of some type. They then have to overcome their differences in order to work together to stay alive. :3 If you really wanted it to be intense, their could be some sort of psycho/murderer in their with them...


    @daisy-If you want to play the sub, that's alright with me. ^^ Do you have any specific plot in mind?

    @district-I have my hands full with a few things at the moment, so I'd prefer it if you'd make it-If it's not to much trouble. :3


    @jazz-Alright, alright, hopefully I'll have it made by the end of the day. ^^


    @danielle-So, would you prefer for me to make the thread, or will you?


    @klarifire-Absolutely! Do you have any sort of thing in mind?


    @daisy-I have to leave in a moment, but I'll post what it is as soon as I can get back on. ^^

    Sorry, guys, I fell asleep early last night and had a busy day.


    @kuusou-HNNG IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL ASDFGHJKL;' I love it, to put it simply. ^^ Reminds me so much of Beauty and the Beast~


    @jazz-I've not made it yet, but hopefully I'll actually be able to make it before I crash tonight.


    @kiarifire-The only idea I have off the top of my head is a BoB type thing, with each of our characters in separate bands competing to win.

    @jazz-It happened again. I think I'm sick, wahh~ Anyway, since I'm on here before nine o' clock today, I should be able to get it done. Finally.


    @kiari-Yes, yes, that'd be brilliant! uwu

    @aesse-Oh, hi future best friend person! Angst bxb is fabulous, one of my favorites, tbh. However, I'm entirely flexible. Do you have any ideas, perhaps?


    @jazz-It's half done on my macbook, but as I'm on my chromebook and my macbook is at home, I'm currently unable to work on it. :P I really am so sorry for this prolonged wait...


    Pain. Pain, pain, pain. It flashes red-hot, messing with my senses, mashing my thought process into a metaphorical liquid that trickled away from me and through the cracks. What was going on? What was this? Random images flashed in my mind, accompanied by a bright red flash. I tried to open my eyes, to close them, but whether my eyelids were responding to my wish was uncertain. The images were strange, yet oddly familiar.


    A room of terrors, a large, hulking thing, a cross. And all of a sudden, it was over. My eyes flashed open, for real, thankfully, and a large, gasping breath filled my lungs. I surged upright, swiping bangs sticky with sweat out of my eyes. "What...The h-ll..." I managed to wheeze, putting a hand to my chest. Upon doing so, I noticed the ragged blanket curled haphazardly around my hips, as well as the numerous red welts lining my fingers and palms. What on earth were those from? Where was I?


    Only then did I lift my vision to look around, and the first thing I laid eyes on was the form of another person. A boy. With a strangled yelp, I tried to scrabble backwards, but the pain that shot from my injured hands was so intense, I didn't dare move more than an inch. I cradled my hands against my chest, eyeing the stranger suspiciously. "Who-No, where-How-" Apparently, my tongue still didn't work from...Whatever I'd just gone through.


    {{Correct me if I make any mistakes, okay? Even though I love the plot and am totally into it, there's a few things I'm not completely certain on. :P My picture's coming next post. ^^}}


    [size=26pt]I WOULD
    explode
    JUST TO SAVE YOUR
    life.[/size]


    --zavier--michael--clance--


    Fire. It creates. It destroys.


    My personality, who I am as a person in general, was shaped by the flames. Created, if you will.


    The flames also destroyed my life. Permanently. I have no freedom, no rights. No normalcy.


    No matter what we say about 'diversity,' 'equal rights,' and being integrated and stuff, none of it's true. America hates anything that's different. The world hates anything that's truly different. I wasn't normal. I didn't follow the standard DNA code, my genetics didn't match up. The government didn't like that. So they found me, and they kidnapped me.


    I've been trapped in this facility for a few years, at least-I'm not sure. I don't even know how old I am. They got me when I was fourteen, and I'm easily eighteen now, if not nineteen. I was the first one they brought in, the first 'special.' As time passed on, they dragged in more and more, and eventually we were all moved from dog crates in a storage closet to dog crates in a vast room. It's a scary, dark place. The workers here are called 'whitecoats.'


    Some of us look human. Some of us don't. The girl to my left looks normal, save for her eyes, which are completely red. The cage of my left houses a creature that appears to be a mixture of a toad and a bird, though it's features are disturbingly human-like. The entire lab reeks of sterilizer, chemicals and death.


    We used to try and break out, but it never worked. They were too strong, too powerful, and too quick. Mass break-outs just don't work.


    And that's why I'm leaving solo tonight.


    You see, there's this really funny thing about metal crates-When enough heat is applied, the bars will melt, and when you can shoot flames from your palms, finding a substantial amount of heat isn't that hard.


    It was about ten at night, or so I guessed. The room we were all kept echoed the sounds of twenty or so pairs of lungs inhaling and exhaling. Everyone was asleep, save for myself. I was staring intently at the lock that kept my crate closed, waiting for the night guard to disappear from sight. As soon as he turned the corner to head over to the next aisle, I grabbed the lock, forcing as much heat into the lock as I could. The rough, rusty metal dissolved easily, and I couldn't help but grin as I slid carefully from my crate, being careful not to make a sound. I could do this!


    I hadn't made it two steps in the direction of the doors before a thought hit me. These were the people I'd cried with, talked with, eaten with, and lived with for the past few years. This was my family. How could I do this? How could I leave them? I couldn't make a group escape, however...So, thinking fast, I grabbed the lock of the first crate I saw and melted it, poking my head inside the now-open crate to look at it's sleeping inhabitant. I could save one, I decided. Interestingly enough, I'd happened to pick ______'s crate, the second person to arrive in this h-llhole. "______! Wake up!" I whispered heatedly, reaching over to shake her shoulder.


    {{It sucks, but I tried, haha. ^^ My posts should get infinitely better, I'll swear by it.}}

    Oh, grapes. I'm sorry to everyone who thought I abandoned their poor butts, I've been away on a class trip! We went to Washington DC. :3


    @jazz--DONE! http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…3.msg63890625#msg63890625


    @Δ--Oh, absolutely! There's a ton of options we could go for. :> One of my favorites is having each Avenger, as well as Loki, have a kid, though only Loki's kid and one of the Avenger's kids are actually roleplayed, the others just kind of being juggled around. Loki's kid, who I like roleplaying, ends up helpin' his/her daddy capture the Avengers, and the kids end up being called in. When they capture Loki's kid, only one of the Avenger kids can get to him/her, the one the other person roleplays. No one trusts Loki's kid but that one person, and then stuff happens. :3 I know, so in-depth. Anyway, that's only one of thousands, if you have any ideas, tell me!


    I listened to the boy-Andy, apparently-With an immense of caution. This guy was crazy. Subconscious, alternate dimensions, collections of minds-It was like something out of the cheap sci-fi books my older brother used to love buying from the drugstore. Alright, this guy was crazy. The strange memories of the cross, the beast, tugged at the edge of my mind, along with the welts staining my mind, but I ignored those to the best of my ability. The memories had to be nothing but unusually graphic nightmares, and the injuries...Well, maybe Andy could explain those, without all the crazy talk.


    I eyed the food suspiciously. You weren't supposed to take candy from strangers, didn't that go for food and drink as well? Nevertheless, my dry throat encouraged me to shakily pick up the water bottle, untwisting the cap and taking a sip. Eh, a little dusty, but not bad. "Rhys." I said after a moment, setting the bottle back down. I mentally refused to touch the bowl.


    I dragged my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. My arms wrapped around my legs as well, so it looked a lot like I was trying to curl into myself. Admittedly, that's what I felt like doing. What was with all of this?


    {{Rhys is pronounced like Reese. :>}}


    --SION--ZEKK--LAUFEYSON--


    I thought of angels
    Choking on their halos
    Get them drunk on rose water
    See how dirty I can get them
    Pulling out their fragile teeth
    And clip their tiny wings.


    It's been over twenty years since the battle of New York.


    Over twenty years since the first major defeat of Loki Laufeyson at the hands of the Avengers.


    They thought they were safe. With Loki locked safely away, they had little to worry about. For the next few years the Avengers continued on, working together as one whenever the need rose. However, eventually the group disbanded, and each Avenger was able to go back to their loved ones, even start families. They weren't the only ones.


    Loki escaped his prison within the first few months, leaving behind a hologram instead. He went into hiding, slowly but surely undermining the kingdom of Asgard while simultaneously maintaining a relationship with a fair maiden who stuck up for him 100%. With a family to protect and love, he stopped his tricks and mischief, even recalling the hologram.


    After hearing nothing but quiet for nearly two decades, the people of Asgard and Midgard thought they were safe. Oh, how wrong they were.


    They didn't count on Loki himself making a comeback powerful enough to rock the world. They didn't count on the man in question to have an army of thousands at his flank, and they certainly didn't expect that he'd be able to so easily kidnap the five disbanded Avengers. They didn't think he'd be able to control their minds and use them as tools to taking over Midgard. And yet it happens, and when it does, the Avengers' kids themselves are sent out to find their parents and stop Loki's schemes. There's one more thing they overlooked, however, one more thing they never saw coming.


    Loki's children will stand by their father's side with powers great enough to rival those of the Avengers themselves. One boy and one girl, as stubborn, mischievous, and, quite frankly, unstable as he is. Together, they will rule the world, and the Avengers as well as the Allegiance, as the little kiddies are called, will become their footstools.


    Three people ruling the world. Just my sister, my dad and I. Talk about family time.


    --


    "Hey, Sion!" I turned just in time to receive a slap on the back from my twin sister, Gei. I laughed, ruffling her hair. "Hey, Gei. How's the hacking going?" She rolled her eyes, sighing. "It was going fine until Crai showed up. One touch of a button by his stupid sausage fingers, and I had to start the process all over. I wanted to kill him."


    Three weeks on this flying machine, and Gei already had a kill list of at least fifteen names going on. That wasn't terribly surprising, considering she hated just about everyone she laid eyes on, save for maybe dad and I. We were currently standing outside a very certain door that led to a very certain room, which, in turn, held some very certain...Guests.


    Now that Gei had arrived, I was more than happy to turn and press my thumb against a scanner set in the wall next to the certain door, smiling when the door slid open, quiet as could be. For a Midgard creation, this flying boat thing was certainly impressive. The plans for the massive thing had come from a remote SHIELD base, SHIELD being the one group that stood in our way. Not for much longer, though. Not with their secret weapon under our fingertips.


    "We're HE-ERE!" I sang cheerfully, striding into the room with Gei at my heels. She rolled her eyes, but grinned nonetheless. Six pairs of eyes stared darkly at us in the dim light, but neither my sister nor I were fazed. By now, we were used to their little tantrums. It was almost adorable, how stubborn they were. "I still want to punch him." Stark's voice, hoarse, was still indignant.


    Gei walked over to the cage the man inhabited, squatting down so she was face-to-face with the man. I couldn't hear what she was saying to him, but I'm quite sure it was violent, and included a particular favorite Midgard toy of hers, brass knuckles. "...Kid." My head whipped around to face the speaker, and I lifted an eyebrow. "What is it, Rogers? If you're going to lecture me again, can it. I'm not in the mood for violence this afternoon." Okay, so that was a bit of a lie. I was completely in the mood.


    "You have to convince Loki that this is stupid, Sion. SHIELD won't give up easily. They have another group of heroes, one you won't be able to defeat as easily-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand, smirking. "Awh, they sound adorable. Who are we supposed to be worried about? Teddy-Bear Man and the Pillow King?" Gei joined the conversation, apparently having finished her conversation with Sark.


    "Our kids, dumb-ss." I didn't have to think about it a moment to register the snarky redhead's tone. Out of the three of us, she hated me the most, particularly because I'd been the one to catch her. "Oh, shut up, Romanov, unless you'd like to fly up on the roof of this godd-mn plane as a kite." I'm interested, though. Their kids? These losers actually managed to have families? The things popularity and a bit of charm will buy you. Ugh, cheap.


    Suddenly, the plane dropped several hundred feet, causing Gei and I to stumble as we struggled to stay upright. "What in the-?" Banner, who was usually quiet while sitting in his huge--ss, Hulk-proof cage, chuckled quietly. "That would be our children. You know, Teddy-Bear Man and the Pillow King?" Romanov let out a wild whoop when the plane took a sudden, wild turn to the right. "Bet you ten dollars that was mine, Stark!" He laughed, shaking his head. "I'll bet twenty that was mine, ginger!"


    I let out a disgusted snarl. "You six keep each other company with your silly bets. Meanwhile, Gei and I have some pests to exterminate." We swept out of the room simultaneously, Gei clearly more agitated than I. "Sion, they've breached our security. How are we going to fix this? They'll kill one hundred of our men before we can even get our sights on them!"


    I sighed, turning to look at her. "Gei, we don't know their numbers. We don't know their abilities. H-ll, we don't know their ages. Have faith in father. Have faith in our powers. We'll win this, and we'll take these newbies down too." She grinned. "Yeah. We've got this."


    Hours later I woke up in a white, empty room, strapped by the wrists, neck and ankles to a cold metal chair. My head was pounding with the energy it had sustained, and my vision was fuzzy. Yeah, maybe we didn't have this.


    {{Note-He's the only one they managed to capture from the helicarrier, all the Avengers, Loki, Gei, etc. are still on it. :P I hope this didn't suck too badly, haha!}}


    If heaven's grief brings hell's rain
    Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
    For just one yesterday
    I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
    Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
    For just one yesterday
    For just one yesterday.


    I'd speak to her, tell her my plan, but I feared that even the quietest of whispers would alert the whitecoats to our escape from the cages. Granted, if they came swarming in I'd fight diligently, but I'd much rather just get the h-ll out of here before that happened.


    I looked back at 1303-Unfortunately, I'd never learned her birth name-And pointed to the door, then drew a finger along my neck with my pointer finger. To go that way, while seeming most plausible, would pretty much be suicide. Instead, we had to go up. Whoever the idiot was that designed the facility had forgotten that some of us could climb, and what with the jutting bricks of the walls, we'd be able to easily scamper up and into the beams. That part got a bit more 'fun,' but after running across a few beams, we'd be able to reach the only window in the entire room, one the two of us would barely fit through. We would, though. We'd make it. We had to.


    Steadily we made our way across the room, ducking behind a cage every so often in order to avoid the guard. I was glad all the other creatures in the room were sleeping, I'd only feel even more guilt if they were all watching as the two of us escaped. I glanced back at one point to make sure 1303 was still following, pointing to the section of wall we had to make it to in order to successfully make the climb. To say I've been planning, watching and waiting for a long time is a gross understatement.


    As I turned forward again, my mind drifted to the subject of the girl behind me. When one thought about it, we weren't very different. Both of us were high up on the whitecoats' danger list, as they call it, and we're a bit feared for our powers, both by the whitecoats and even some of the experiments. While I might've been scared of her if I hadn't been through this whole ordeal, didn't have fire powers, I certainly wasn't now. So what she could kill me with just a thought? I could make her spontaneously combust. Yeah, it's happened before. Nasty mess.


    We stopped at the base of the wall, and I tilted my head back with a frown, speaking for the first time since I'd woken her. "Alright, this is half of our ticket out of here. Would you rather scale it first, or shall I?"


    {{'Tis alright, I believe yah. ^^}}