ooc. awz, okay. can i just jump in with a charrie?
OOC: actually, there will be a point rather soon where you will have a chance to create a new character, but no jumping in randomly. this is SRS BSNS.
IC:"I don't think I'll be wanting to ride a tiger today. So. Westward!" Said Aerin, never once removing his gaze from the overlarge cat that had been Cameron only moments before. He hated cats.
"Enough with the cats and the Shadow Travelling," Said Aerin, who was clearly annoyed. "Either Cameron morphs into a horse, or we walk. This is serious stuff. For some reason, I doubt it can be very healthy to just mess around whenever you feel like it. Everything comes with a cost."
He began walking westward, carefully examining the environment.
"Let's go. I can see a few buildings this way."
"Enough with the cats!" Aerin said, sparks flying around him. "I will not hesitate to give you the poke of death!"
OOC: Accepted. (yes, that account is connected to mine. She writes books out of the Ideas I have constantly.)
IC: Aerin then proceeded to walk west, towards the lights. What's going on?, he thought to himself, What is with this electricity stuff? Where did I come from?
Aerin did not speak again until they reached the town. Even then, he spoke only once when they got there. He stared deeply at a sign which stated the name of the quaint little town (more of a village, really) and said "Really? Terrorvale? Who names a town 'Terrorvale'?"
Aerin turned towards Allison, and raised his index finger. "Hurt me or them in any way, and you die," he said. He then thought better of simply poking her, and focused the sparks into a more dangerous form. In only a moment, he was holding a slightly transparent blue staff crackling with electricity. "I don't think you would like to make me angry."
Shadows of Israphel RP!
If you don't know what Shadows of Israphel is, then you won't really get it, sadly. If you wish to be a character already existing in the series, a bio is not required (the character's name is). If you would like to make a new character, please use a bio. (basic bio. name, gender, age, affiliation, personality, appearance.)
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=510682.new#new
A future in the Yogscast's "Shadows of Israphel" in which the Cult of Israphel kill Xephos and Honeydew, and TAKE OVER THE WORLD! Create an original cultist, or be one who isn't already taken! if you are choosing a character from the series, then just put in a post with that character's name on it. AU. Zombie Bacon lives, Fumblemore enslaved etc, etc.
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I shall be Israphel, of course. LOYAL CULTISTS, TO ME!
Shadows of Israphel RP thread!
just because I haven't found one yet...
anybody is welcome.
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=510682#new
You can be an already existing character (other than Xephos and Honeydew; they were murdered) or create your own to empower or destroy the Cult of Israphel!
LOL. I had the same feeling. It can have a serious story AND be lighthearted. That's what SoI does. Other series work like that as well (E.G. Survival Time with 2girls1minecraft).
We may find a way to use Honeydew despite his death...
Aerin glared at Cameron and Juniper in turn, and lowered the staff.
"Fine," Aerin snarled, and the staff winked out of existence. Aerin jabbed a finger at Allison, whose hands still blazed with dark flame.
"Who are you, woman?"
each taker may play at most four characters; it gets confusing otherwise.
Lydia Thompson is the new girl at Albany high school, having just moved in from England. She is the most beautiful thing ever to enter the school, and she is instantly popular.
Until one problem is revealed.
Lydia Thompson is a lesbian, and the students of Albany high are NOT happy about it.
Lydia has to find a way to keep her individuality in tact through an entire three more years of high school. It won't be easy. But you can help. Or you can hinder.
It's your choice. Just remember: Lydia's life is on the line.
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Name: Myles Fowl
gender: boy
Age: 14
grade: 10 (he skipped a grade)
personality: VERY smart, and sarcastic. Dosen't have many friends, and doesn't make much effort to make any. Is basically a child genius.
looks: black hair and dark blue eyes.
other: becomes friends with Lydia?
accepted. make an entrance. Have Fun!
[Of course, we start the first day of school, when Lydia arrives.]
Lydia stopped laughing with the cheerleaders for an instant. Somebody was looking at her. She frowned and began to scan the cafeteria. Three tables over, she noticed a shortish boy lost in his thoughts. She looked into his eyes, and walked over to his table.
"Hey! My name is Lydia. I moved here yesterday. What's your name?"
[sorry. I'm out in Nowhere, Texas. Not often I can get internet out here. hopefully more frequent posts soon]
Lydia was quite surprised; although she quickly made friends with others, nobody ever seemed to ask questions.
"Cleveland, Ohio. Are you from around here?"
She calmly took a seat, and instantly began to notice things.
He was younger than the others; he had skipped a grade, perhaps several. He was smart. It would be good to make friends with the intelligent ones. He had been alone. He was not well liked. Another good point; he was different from the masses of mouth breathers behind her. She could definitely relate.
But how different?
She intended to find out.
Name: Alexander Williams
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Personality: Intelligent in normal circumstances, and a deadshot with his trusty Ten Millimeter, but basically worthless anywhere but mid-range. Enjoys explosives. Blowing things up is the best fun.
Looks: Does his best to look as much like the Slender Man as possible. Sadly, his morph suit was lost in a Zombie assault on his home. So sad. Short black hair (He refuses to be bald-- "Even I couldn't rock that look."), and clean shaven, with piercing blue eyes.
Pet(s): He has a common House cat, which is a much more useful close-range fighter than he is.
Weapon(s): Ten Millimeter pistol, Combat knife, exactly seven grenades.
Crush: ha....no.
History: His parents were murdered. Then they were Zombies. Then the murderer was a Zombie. Then there were no Zombies in the Williams household.
Other: Nothing.
Alexander grinned evilly, wiping the gunk that passed for a Zombie's blood from his hands. He pulled the Combat Knife from the expired Zeke's head, wiping the thick black goo from it with a paper towel. He sheathed the blade, and cursed under his breath as he heard some idiot crank a chain saw. Well, he thought, that guy's doomed. And so am I. Where's Vespa with my bike?
Alexander, having been unable to find his cat or his bike, strolled at a leisurely pace through what had once been a beautiful city. He tensed as something dug into his arm, and looked over to find Vespa perched on his shoulder. They rounded the corner, and Alexander ran directly into another survivor. In seconds, the ten mil was pressed into the other's forehead. "Name. Now." Alex looked over his newest 'friend' carefully. He was emotionally unstable, by the looks of him. Maybe had a falling out with a friend. alex cocked the gun menacingly. "Well?"
