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by Saleon » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:34 pm
by The Burning Sun » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:34 pm
Atlannia wrote:Mmm it's not looking good I'm afraid, the purple haired goth loli next to a sweatervest wearing bishonen portends financial strife and the double archery chick is a rare sign predicting the death of someone close to you, I'm sorry.
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That'll be $32.99
by Castle Crashers » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:36 pm
by Empire of Donner land » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:37 pm
The Burning Sun wrote:WHEN DOES IT STOP
The Collected Entries Of Me In A Nutshell
"Donner: A chill guy who has no chill" - Esgonia
"Everything is wrong. Everything" - URA
by Saleon » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:38 pm
The Burning Sun wrote:WHEN DOES IT STOP
by Shadowwell » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:43 pm
by Empire of Donner land » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:46 pm
The Collected Entries Of Me In A Nutshell
"Donner: A chill guy who has no chill" - Esgonia
"Everything is wrong. Everything" - URA
by Charlia » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:54 pm
by Saleon » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:57 pm
I am not waiting on you (that sound mean... I fdidn't mean it to). I am simply gving people still working on apps more time. The IC is around the corner, for those who are curious.
by Empire of Donner land » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:00 pm
The Collected Entries Of Me In A Nutshell
"Donner: A chill guy who has no chill" - Esgonia
"Everything is wrong. Everything" - URA
by Galnius » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:13 pm
W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.(DELETE ANYTHING IN PARENTHESIS) NEVER
Name: Sierra Pullman
Age: 23
Years in Purgatory: quite new actually
Occupation: none yet
Prior Occupation Journalist for a small town paper
Character Bio: Sierra's beginning was what one could simply describe as pampered, in a word. Her family was decently rich, and whilst not the only child she was the baby of the family and the only girl, with her two brothers being at least 8 years older than her. This, of course, meant a large amount of spoiling. At one point, she was even given her own private tutor as she did not want to go to school.
However, things began going poorly last year for her. Her father's business rival (his wife's brother) began playing quite a bit dirty. You see, the rivals business was declining, due to purely poor timing executing a new product. Thus, in his mind, the best way to improve business was to ruin her father's. Between having the less fortunate frame him of petty crimes to receive money (anonymously) and simply having his workers attacked, business for her father began to drop drastically. This fell to such a degree, that her father committed suicide 5 months ago. Were it not for her boyfriend, Christopher Bonaventure, she would've spun into depression herself. It was because of him, according to her, that she didn't become the ultimate recluse.
She had met Chris two months prior, so when, after her father's death, the relationship escalated, some people were quite unsure how. In the meantime, the business fell to her mother. In a swift move, her brother, the rival from before, swooped in offering a genius idea, to merge the companies. Without any real business knowledge and still grieving, her mother was swayed into accepting.
Things continued to decrease, however, as her mother fell sick. No one quite knew what it was, but the doctor's said it was likely a stress induced thyroid malfunction, and she would have to be hospitalized. Sierra, however, was in London at this time with Christopher, and thus did not hear the news until she got back one week ago when her aunt and uncle tried to take her into their care. Sierra flat out refused, instantly declaring a new plan. She would move in with Christopher, as they had been engaged in London. The speed of this surprised no one at this point. Thus, the move occurred quickly....much to the uncle's chagrin.
One would think the story would end there. She inherited all the money, went off on her own, and lived happily ever after. Of course, this is not a fairy tale, but a tragedy. It was two days ago when everything went sour one more time. It was a Friday night, she had just gotten picked up from her fiancé to go to a bar to celebrate their engagement once again. It seemed, however, that Christopher had had a small preparation for it. It didn't matter, of course, as he had driven like this before. However, it did matter, and at 11 PM, two nights ago, the car swerved into oncoming traffic.
Christopher was unharmed, for the most part. A miracle, according to many. Sierra was not so lucky. Battered, bruised, broken bones everywhere, and finally, in a coma. On the brink of death, she somehow ended up in purgatory. Ever so often, however, her conscious would return to the beautiful hospital room she had been placed in for care, in critical condition. She could not move, speak, or even give simple responses. However, she could see and hear everything going on around her, from a third person point of view. She also began losing her memories at a rapid rate yesterday. How this turns out...only time can tell.
Personality:
Good characteristics: She is very self-sufficient, and enjoys helping others to a large degree. She tends to keep a level head on her, and she respects others private lives.
Bad character traits: Unreliable storyteller. Whether it's because she forgets the truth or is scared of it, she tends to make things up or just down right lie. She also tends to put others before her to such a degree that she forgets about herself.
How much do you Remember?: Having not been here very long, her memory is better than most. She remembers the car she she had been in swerving to the side into oncoming traffic, she remembers her 13th birthday party, she remembers most things, actually, all the way to when she was about 5. However, ever since her arrival, she has been forgetting things at an alarming rate, much faster than usual. She can't remember the name of her first pet, or if it was even a cat or a dog. This shocks her because it's STILL ALIVE in her house.
She can no longer remember her brothers eye or hair color, and she had seen him three days before the car crash. Things like this disturb her, and she doesn't know why it's happening.
Likes and Dislikes:
Well, let's see...hmm...
She likes playing the piano, she has incredible devotion to her boyfriend, and she enjoys writing in her journal. Her last one is in the real world, but she secured a new one. She also likes solitude for the most part, but can be in a group. She just won't talk too much.
She dislikes herself, her aunt and uncle, her increasing memory loss, and overly happy or nosy people. Physical touching is also not her thing...at all.
Alignment: True Neutral
Theme: I've...got a few for her.
Sally's Song by Amy Lee
Sweet Dreams (Sucker Punch movie version)
Losing Your Memory by Ryan Starr
Accept the Rules?: [ ] Yes [ Y] No
If no, reason:I read your orders. However, I'm not very good at following orders. I'm not sure if these characters are enough to be dicks in the IC.
RP Sample: That one RP with the thing we were in.
short summary: Sierra is not actually dead. Not yet, anyway. In fact, she is ain a coma, slowly losing her memory at a rapid rate (it's not all at once, but it's faster than average). She also has some out-of-body experiences in the real world.
#DEADMAN
(Do not remove tag. This is for finding apps.)
by Saleon » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:15 pm
by Hydraic Empire » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:21 pm
Saleon wrote:Galnius is accepted.
National News: Polls reopen, with the following results thus far: Hydraic Party 5 845 926 342 016 376 822 (97%) Communal Socialist Party 90 400 922 814 686 240 (1.5%) Populist Party 54 240 553 688 811 736 (.9%) Nationalist Party 30 133 640 938 228 748 (.5%) Other 6 026 728 187 645 692 (<.1%). | Official testing of a young psionic mage scheduled for this month. | Populist leader Fer'dik Sal'u caught with other women by his wife.
by Saleon » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:22 pm
ummm.... you could find one... though pistols kinda exceeded the need for one... in the victorian era, I believe.
by Hydraic Empire » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:28 pm
National News: Polls reopen, with the following results thus far: Hydraic Party 5 845 926 342 016 376 822 (97%) Communal Socialist Party 90 400 922 814 686 240 (1.5%) Populist Party 54 240 553 688 811 736 (.9%) Nationalist Party 30 133 640 938 228 748 (.5%) Other 6 026 728 187 645 692 (<.1%). | Official testing of a young psionic mage scheduled for this month. | Populist leader Fer'dik Sal'u caught with other women by his wife.
by Saleon » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:31 pm
Does this go beyond the skills of a normal human, or the limits of any human? Because this is about normal humans, not superhumans, if that is what it is going for. But... yes you can have a weapon if it has extreme sentimental value. Rule is you get transformed into regular victorian era clothes, with only special heirlooms coming with...Hydraic Empire wrote:Saleon wrote:ummm.... you could find one... though pistols kinda exceeded the need for one... in the victorian era, I believe.
The sword would've been brought with him in death. It is the family heirloom side ancient times.
And he's trained in avoiding missile weapons (this doesn't have to be mandatory) and knows how to use his blade....
by Hydraic Empire » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:40 pm
Saleon wrote:Does this go beyond the skills of a normal human, or the limits of any human? Because this is about normal humans, not superhumans, if that is what it is going for. But... yes you can have a weapon if it has extreme sentimental value. Rule is you get transformed into regular victorian era clothes, with only special heirlooms coming with...Hydraic Empire wrote:The sword would've been brought with him in death. It is the family heirloom side ancient times.
And he's trained in avoiding missile weapons (this doesn't have to be mandatory) and knows how to use his blade....
National News: Polls reopen, with the following results thus far: Hydraic Party 5 845 926 342 016 376 822 (97%) Communal Socialist Party 90 400 922 814 686 240 (1.5%) Populist Party 54 240 553 688 811 736 (.9%) Nationalist Party 30 133 640 938 228 748 (.5%) Other 6 026 728 187 645 692 (<.1%). | Official testing of a young psionic mage scheduled for this month. | Populist leader Fer'dik Sal'u caught with other women by his wife.
by Galnius » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:41 pm
by Castle Crashers » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:50 pm
W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.Name: Asher Blackshaw
Age: 15
Years in Purgatory: Only a month or two.
Occupation: He apprentices at a bakery, if there are bakeries in Purgatory...
Prior Occupation Was just a student.AppearanceCharacter Bio: Asher was born as the single child to a rather dysfunctional couple, and because his father had never wanted children, he was almost never conceived in the first place. His mother had considered abortion on multiple occasions under the pressure of her once-beloved husband. Of course, the day he was born, his father never showed up for the occasion. It was only a start of the things that were to come.
As he grew older, his mother remained as caring and loving of Asher as she'd always been, regardless of the attitude of her husband. She managed to send him to public school, though now as he grew older, his father began using their valuable and somewhat sparse income of money to buy alcohol. Their simple one-story house began to fall apart, and they almost didn't have enough money left for food until his mother started working two part-time jobs. It wasn't long before Asher noticed how violent his father had started acting, both to he and his mother. He saw it as his job to protect her from him, and as such, usually took the brunt of his violence in an attempt to save his mother from harm. He'd gotten used to it, but it wasn't long before things had to come to a bitter end.
He'd come home from school, and he'd found a rather large amount of bottles scattered around. Well, at least more than usual. He'd also noticed how unusually quiet it had been, and with a moment of listening, it wasn't long before he heard the screaming and yelling outside. He headed to the backyard, only to find the awful man he'd had to call his father aiming a pistol at his mother, whom was crying. Asher yelled and ran to protect his mother rather than try and unarm his father, he seemed to get in the way just in time. His father pulled the trigger, landing a shot in the boys gut, something that he should've realized was going to happen. It wasn't but a moment longer before he was simply bleeding out in the grass as his father took his mother and hurried off in their single car. Forgotten and abandoned, he died mere moments later.
In Purgatory, Asher wandered in a rather lost manner for a rather long amount of time before an elderly man welcomed him to work in his bakery, to learn his practices, offering a place to stay, though it wasn't much. Of course, doing so has given him a meaning in the dark place, and at the very least, a place to rest.
Personality: He's a rather friendly and good-hearted individual whom is usually upbeat and enthusiastic, though he can be naive and easily angered at times. Any uncomfortable or embarrassing situation may cause him to be rather shy and awkward, though that's probably not surprising.
How much do you Remember?: Fragments of his death, patched memories of his mother, melodic and surprisingly calming humming, a sense of protectiveness, though he can't remember of what or whom, he gets an unusually powerful sense of fear around guns.
Likes and Dislikes: Likes: Baking, friendly people, good company, good jokes or puns, free stuff
Dislikes: Alcohol, any form of physical or mental abuse, escalated situations, ungrateful individuals, broccoli
Alignment: Chaotic good
Theme: The Wrong Side of Heaven
Accept the Rules?: [ ] Yes [X ] No
If no, reason: No, I have read the Orders.
RP Sample: Imperial War Academy
short summary: Asher is a kind, free-spirited boy who died far too young for his age. In Purgatory, he works in a bakery alongside the owner, an elderly man who finds his company and helping hand pleasant. He's yet to think about how he might escape Purgatory and head somewhere else.
#DEADMAN
by Charlia » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:52 pm
Castle Crashers wrote:W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.Name: Asher Blackshaw
Age: 15
Years in Purgatory: Only a month or two.
Occupation: He apprentices at a bakery, if there are bakeries in Purgatory...
Prior Occupation Was just a student.
Character Bio: Asher was born as the single child to a rather dysfunctional couple, and because his father had never wanted children, he was almost never conceived in the first place. His mother had considered abortion on multiple occasions under the pressure of her once-beloved husband. Of course, the day he was born, his father never showed up for the occasion. It was only a start of the things that were to come.
As he grew older, his mother remained as caring and loving of Asher as she'd always been, regardless of the attitude of her husband. She managed to send him to public school, though now as he grew older, his father began using their valuable and somewhat sparse income of money to buy alcohol. Their simple one-story house began to fall apart, and they almost didn't have enough money left for food until his mother started working two part-time jobs. It wasn't long before Asher noticed how violent his father had started acting, both to he and his mother. He saw it as his job to protect her from him, and as such, usually took the brunt of his violence in an attempt to save his mother from harm. He'd gotten used to it, but it wasn't long before things had to come to a bitter end.
He'd come home from school, and he'd found a rather large amount of bottles scattered around. Well, at least more than usual. He'd also noticed how unusually quiet it had been, and with a moment of listening, it wasn't long before he heard the screaming and yelling outside. He headed to the backyard, only to find the awful man he'd had to call his father aiming a pistol at his mother, whom was crying. Asher yelled and ran to protect his mother rather than try and unarm his father, he seemed to get in the way just in time. His father pulled the trigger, landing a shot in the boys gut, something that he should've realized was going to happen. It wasn't but a moment longer before he was simply bleeding out in the grass as his father took his mother and hurried off in their single car. Forgotten and abandoned, he died mere moments later.
In Purgatory, Asher wandered in a rather lost manner for a rather long amount of time before an elderly man welcomed him to work in his bakery, to learn his practices, offering a place to stay, though it wasn't much. Of course, doing so has given him a meaning in the dark place, and at the very least, a place to rest.
Personality: He's a rather friendly and good-hearted individual whom is usually upbeat and enthusiastic, though he can be naive and easily angered at times. Any uncomfortable or embarrassing situation may cause him to be rather shy and awkward, though that's probably not surprising.
How much do you Remember?: Fragments of his death, patched memories of his mother, melodic and surprisingly calming humming, a sense of protectiveness, though he can't remember of what or whom, he gets an unusually powerful sense of fear around guns.
Likes and Dislikes: Likes: Baking, friendly people, good company, good jokes or puns, free stuff
Dislikes: Alcohol, any form of physical or mental abuse, escalated situations, ungrateful individuals, broccoli
Alignment: Chaotic good
Theme: The Wrong Side of Heaven
Accept the Rules?: [ ] Yes [X ] No
If no, reason: No, I have read the Orders.
RP Sample: Imperial War Academy
short summary: Asher is a kind, free-spirited boy who died far too young for his age. In Purgatory, he works in a bakery alongside the owner, an elderly man who finds his company and helping hand pleasant. He's yet to think about how he might escape Purgatory and head somewhere else.
#DEADMAN
by Castle Crashers » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:53 pm
Charlia wrote:Castle Crashers wrote:W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.Name: Asher Blackshaw
Age: 15
Years in Purgatory: Only a month or two.
Occupation: He apprentices at a bakery, if there are bakeries in Purgatory...
Prior Occupation Was just a student.
Character Bio: Asher was born as the single child to a rather dysfunctional couple, and because his father had never wanted children, he was almost never conceived in the first place. His mother had considered abortion on multiple occasions under the pressure of her once-beloved husband. Of course, the day he was born, his father never showed up for the occasion. It was only a start of the things that were to come.
As he grew older, his mother remained as caring and loving of Asher as she'd always been, regardless of the attitude of her husband. She managed to send him to public school, though now as he grew older, his father began using their valuable and somewhat sparse income of money to buy alcohol. Their simple one-story house began to fall apart, and they almost didn't have enough money left for food until his mother started working two part-time jobs. It wasn't long before Asher noticed how violent his father had started acting, both to he and his mother. He saw it as his job to protect her from him, and as such, usually took the brunt of his violence in an attempt to save his mother from harm. He'd gotten used to it, but it wasn't long before things had to come to a bitter end.
He'd come home from school, and he'd found a rather large amount of bottles scattered around. Well, at least more than usual. He'd also noticed how unusually quiet it had been, and with a moment of listening, it wasn't long before he heard the screaming and yelling outside. He headed to the backyard, only to find the awful man he'd had to call his father aiming a pistol at his mother, whom was crying. Asher yelled and ran to protect his mother rather than try and unarm his father, he seemed to get in the way just in time. His father pulled the trigger, landing a shot in the boys gut, something that he should've realized was going to happen. It wasn't but a moment longer before he was simply bleeding out in the grass as his father took his mother and hurried off in their single car. Forgotten and abandoned, he died mere moments later.
In Purgatory, Asher wandered in a rather lost manner for a rather long amount of time before an elderly man welcomed him to work in his bakery, to learn his practices, offering a place to stay, though it wasn't much. Of course, doing so has given him a meaning in the dark place, and at the very least, a place to rest.
Personality: He's a rather friendly and good-hearted individual whom is usually upbeat and enthusiastic, though he can be naive and easily angered at times. Any uncomfortable or embarrassing situation may cause him to be rather shy and awkward, though that's probably not surprising.
How much do you Remember?: Fragments of his death, patched memories of his mother, melodic and surprisingly calming humming, a sense of protectiveness, though he can't remember of what or whom, he gets an unusually powerful sense of fear around guns.
Likes and Dislikes: Likes: Baking, friendly people, good company, good jokes or puns, free stuff
Dislikes: Alcohol, any form of physical or mental abuse, escalated situations, ungrateful individuals, broccoli
Alignment: Chaotic good
Theme: The Wrong Side of Heaven
Accept the Rules?: [ ] Yes [X ] No
If no, reason: No, I have read the Orders.
RP Sample: Imperial War Academy
short summary: Asher is a kind, free-spirited boy who died far too young for his age. In Purgatory, he works in a bakery alongside the owner, an elderly man who finds his company and helping hand pleasant. He's yet to think about how he might escape Purgatory and head somewhere else.
#DEADMAN
Ohmygosh.
So freaking cute.
*steals for Crystal*
Mine.
Also OHMYGOSHIFREAKINGLOVETHATSONG.
by Saleon » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:54 pm
by Hydraic Empire » Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:56 pm
W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.Name: Aragon Maehin Rynewolf (House Protector)
Age: 22
Years in Purgatory: 132
Occupation: Anti-Thief (unsure how to describe).
Prior Occupation Tandaloorian Elite Soldier
Character Bio: Aragon was born into a wealthy family as an only child. As such, they were able to train him after the style of the ancient Bladewielders of Tandaloor. He proved to be a willful, if melancholy student. Besides the study of war, Aragon studies his family's history. Aragon is descended from Octavian of Anient Rome on his father's side and Alexander the Great on his mother's side.
When the Enemy attacked their lords, Aragon was on the frontlines. Sadly, he was the first to die.
When Aragon arrived in Purgatory, his first thought was of his armor. To his dismay, they were some terrible clothing from centuries past. Next Aragon thought of his sword which was also there. Assured that he was safe, Aragon went to the authorities and pledged to "remove" those the authorities deemed needed "removing."
Personality: distrustful, kind, generous, proud, honorable, mischievous, devious
How much do you Remember?: He remembers his training (missing vast portions). Strangely, he also remebers his fathers nose and his mother's ear.
Likes and Dislikes: food, swords, dragons || People, lawbreakers, oathbreakers
Alignment: Neutral(check here)
Theme: http://soundcloud.com/iamvortex/metatron
Accept the Rules?: [ ] Yes [X] No
If no, reason: I accept the orders.
RP Sample:Beta Quadrant
Epsilon System
Planet Upsilon, Subsection H5
1300 Hours
Vizier Rek'ass Ni'laar of the Genetically Ultra-Enhanced Supersoldiers (G.U.E.S.S.) Power subdivision stood alone on a podium. The flag of the Dark Union of the Hydraic Empire was behind him, fluttering in the slight wind. Several million soldiers were in attendance, and many more were watching on the cameras provided. She gazed around silently, her hard eyes sweeping through the each of the soldiers in turn, making them feel as though they were being examined on the molecular level. As a brisk wind began blowing through the streets, she opened her mouth and began to speak:
"Soldiers!" She paused. "We have formed a New Order, the Order of the Blood Moon! We shall conquer this galaxy, through force if we must! I realize some of you may be thinking of the Federation. They will be formidable enemies, oh yes, however they are WEAK! They care for innocents!" At these words, a slight murmur rose through the troops, though it was quickly stifled. "It is true. They actually care! We do not have these weaknesses! We fight to protect our homes! We fight to protect those that we love! We fight for honor, glory, and power! We shall sweep through the weak Federation like a winter storm through fallen leaves! No world shall escape our touch!" A furious roar was aroused at these words, and Rek'ass waited for it to end before resuming her speech. "We shall not be alone in conquering the universe, for even we could not do it alone. We can, shall, and will work together towards a common goal, towards a common enemy, and defeat cowardice and all weakness that exists!"
She stood there for a moment, her passion infecting them all, then she walked off the podium.
short summary: An elite knight who died honorably protecting all he holds dear. Aragon is willful and when he wants something done, hell do it. Prior to death, Aragon was lonely, but now he is less so. Never break your word with him. He carries with him a treasured sword: http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/024/4/3/sword__world_of_warcraft_by_sergescherbakov-d4nfzx0.jpg
#DEADMAN
(Do not remove tag. This is for finding apps.)
National News: Polls reopen, with the following results thus far: Hydraic Party 5 845 926 342 016 376 822 (97%) Communal Socialist Party 90 400 922 814 686 240 (1.5%) Populist Party 54 240 553 688 811 736 (.9%) Nationalist Party 30 133 640 938 228 748 (.5%) Other 6 026 728 187 645 692 (<.1%). | Official testing of a young psionic mage scheduled for this month. | Populist leader Fer'dik Sal'u caught with other women by his wife.
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