It was too late. By then, Enna had already thrown the body over the cliff, and was now on her way back. "Um... Why?" She rose an eyebrow and tilted her head. She didn't really care too much that it had exploded half of the way down the cliff. That actually happened a lot. "It's not like it's never happened before, Sir." By now, she was convinced that Lark was nuts. Why? Well, she just did. She walked past him calmly, yawning. Clearly, things like this happened a lot to her.
((Would it be alright to change her age to 18? It's sort of hard to believe that a 16 year old could be that calm... >~< ))
(*EDIT* I love how we call this The Lost Coast even though there have been NO coasts)
After marveling at the massive amount of lava in one place, I started looking for a way to go. The zombies had to go somewhere, not even they are stupid enough to just jump into the lava. And then I saw it. A steel door. I went up to it and turned the handle... Nothing. It was locked.
I tried every thing to open it. I looked for switches, none. I tried picking the lock with my dagger, there was no keyhole. I tried slamming my body into it, bruises. So I decided to go back through the portal and come back better prepared, with more people maybe? I was walking back to the portal when something flew past my head and blew up it up. Turning around, I saw a giant squid fly into a stream of lava and get burnt to a crisp. I was Trapped.
N's blurry eyes started focusing. The surroundings were nice and peaceful, but he was on hard packed ice. N vaguely recalled what had happened. After the Assasin was taken down, he was making repairs on the Cyclonic Rotary Propellers when the ship had run into something. The ship had rocked violently and caused some redstone to connect. The newly-activated Propellers had sent him flying off through there wind tunnels. He had crashed into grab onto a stray Aetherian Floater, the same thing that had crashed into the ship. Luckily his near unconscious body had grabbed onto the repair stand.
N got up. He deduced that the crash induced a power failure in the Floater, causing it to crash.
"Why now...?"
He spotted a pillar of smoke and steam. He walked across the mountain over to what, albeit, he didn't know it, The Crashed Sable.
Alright, time to improve my last character! The name and other things may be different, but he's the same guy, just edited.
Name: Marth Astral (Goes by the name of "Mist".)
Age: 19
Race: Aetherian/Netherian, a Hideous Cross-Breed.
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Profession: An archer, who mysteriously helps those in need, without ever showing himself.
Tools/Weapons: A golden bow, with Iron-tipped arrows. The bow is complicated aetherian technology, and can morph into other objects.
Armor: A grey hoodie, with several iron plates hodden inside for protection.
Other/Back-story: A match never meant to be, an Aetherian and Netherian spawned this child. The aetherians praised the child, being seen as a way to unite the two races. An old priest gave him a Golden Bow, meant to protect the heart and soul. However, when netherians heard of this, a small force was dispatched, and attacked the city he lived in. Bodies littered the ground, and the family of three was easily found. He was around five years old at the time. His parents were killed, and the small boy was taken. A curse was put on him, in order to make him follow the bidding of the netherians. The boy obeyed, until the age of eight, when he was to be sent in battle. He was given the bow and arrows, but the bow immedietly began acting up. His eyes opened wide, and he began glowing radiantly. He shot several gaurds, and ran. He made it back to the surface, but his heart and soul were corrupted. The bow held him together. With the aetherians falling apart, he took refuge at a nearby town. When he explained the situation, he was immedietley seen as a kind of netherian spy. He ran, and has been running his entire life, until now.
RP experience: I have alot of experience, and was in the Lost World RP.
Edit: So yeah. When i get accepted, my next post will be me waking up on the ship, because of the insanity that happened in the last RP, my character boarded the ship.
The Masked Krusader was convinced that the Juggernaut had slammed him a little too hard. A freaking airship had crashed into her house, and this hermit girl is totally calm! He got out of the wreckage of the Sable and stabilized himself. "Where are we? I don't think I've ever been in this area before."
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
Alright, time to improve my last character! The name and other things may be different, but he's the same guy, just edited.
Name: Marth Astral (Goes by the name of "Mist".)
Age: 19
Race: Aetherian/Netherian, a Hideous Cross-Breed.
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Profession: An archer, who mysteriously helps those in need, without ever showing himself.
Tools/Weapons: A golden bow, with Iron-tipped arrows. The bow is complicated aetherian technology, and can morph into other objects.
Armor: A grey hoodie, with several iron plates hodden inside for protection.
Other/Back-story: A match never meant to be, an Aetherian and Netherian spawned this child. The aetherians praised the child, being seen as a way to unite the two races. An old priest gave him a Golden Bow, meant to protect the heart and soul. However, when netherians heard of this, a small force was dispatched, and attacked the city he lived in. Bodies littered the ground, and the family of three was easily found. He was around five years old at the time. His parents were killed, and the small boy was taken. A curse was put on him, in order to make him follow the bidding of the netherians. The boy obeyed, until the age of eight, when he was to be sent in battle. He was given the bow and arrows, but the bow immedietly began acting up. His eyes opened wide, and he began glowing radiantly. He shot several gaurds, and ran. He made it back to the surface, but his heart and soul were corrupted. The bow held him together. With the aetherians falling apart, he took refuge at a nearby town. When he explained the situation, he was immedietley seen as a kind of netherian spy. He ran, and has been running his entire life, until now.
RP experience: I have alot of experience, and was in the Lost World RP.
Edit: So yeah. When i get accepted, my next post will be me waking up on the ship, because of the insanity that happened in the last RP, my character boarded the ship.
((But the Sable crashed. Wait, that's the ship you're talking about, right? xD))
Simon looked at the aftereffects of their ambush on the Granduli scouting party with satisfaction. All of them were buried underground, and their items were looted.
All in all, a successful mission. He was about to declare the mission finished to his men, when a worried swordsman, gesturing frantically at the sky shouted.
"Aerial contact approaching!" Simon swung his bow up, drew back and notched an arrow, but paused for a moment.
"Do not open fire yet." He ordered quietly. The "Aerial contact", as he could now see due to it flying downwards and therefore getting closer and closer was an airship-an airship that seemed to be rather heavily damaged.
"Sir...orders?" One of his bowmen asked.
"Its an airship. Most likely Aetherian, as the Netherians don't use airships, remember? They use magic if they need to fly for whatever reason. Also, it seems damaged-even if it were hostile, shooting it would be a waste of arrows. Do not fire."
The airship flew over their heads, and Simon whirled around, keeping his bow trained on the airship, just in case. There was a pause for several seconds, then an incredibly loud explosion rung out. Simon peered at the crash sight. Flames were rising from it, and the smoke was causing a rather large amount distortion of the nearby area from their spot.
"Damn..." A soldier whispered quietly.
"We should go check it out." Simon said quietly. He slung his bow and they carefully moved down the dirt path towards the crash site.
[[Oh, cool, vets are auto-accepted. And yes, i meant the sable.]]
Feeling intense pain, he opened his eyes. He appeared to be in the lower deck of the ship, and most of the lower level was destroyed. The walls were crushed, the ceiling looked ready to collapse, and soil filled it. He threw off some boards, and stood up. He felt lile he was he was going to throw up, and his head hurt intensly. It took a moment, but it finally dawned on him.
The bow is missing.
Panicked, he began throwing around the all of the wood, searching for the bow. He ran up to the top, and found it, sitting by the edge. He grabbed it, and put it back under his robe. He hopped down, and surveyed the damage. The ship had crashed in-front of a home, and descimated their garden. Deciding it would be best to leave the group, he began walking the opposite direction, hoping not to be noticed.
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
Matthew followed the dog into the house. The dog immediately climbed onto a couch and started chewing on a book. "Oh, I knew something was wrong about you!" Matthew said as he pulled the book away. "No chewing on books." He put the book back on a shelf and noticed a few bookshelves around the room. He thought he might really like this place.
Name: Xavier "Z" Max
Age: 17
Race: Human
Alignment: Good
Profession: Crafter, Miner, Bowman
Tools/Weapons: Iron Bow, Twin Daggers, Stone Crafting Tools (Hammers, Saws, etc.)
Armor: Leather with Stone Plating
Other/Back-story:
He woke up one day with no memory of his own life but his name, he took up the job of a crafter at the near town of Oma and soon after became part of his town's monster protection team. He is very good with a bow and also very agile, jumping from rooftop t rooftop with ease. He left his town to find some excitement and to maybe meet some friends and/or enemies. At the beginning of the story he is cooking some fish at a temporary camp ground.
RP experience: None, but I am currently working on a fanfic novel and roleplaying in that.
I really hope i am approved for this, though with my luck I won't even get noticed, o well, a guy can dream :biggrin.gif:
((You controlled my character! >~< Damnit, why does that always happen?
Anyway, You're accepted, Xavier. :3))
Lhidek made a face. But this is MY house, human! You can't tell me no, you're a guest! He exclaimed inwardly. But, Lhidek took a lot of crap, so he decided to jump off the couch and lay in the paper shred he'd created earlier.
"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Enna called to Mist, her voice sharp. "You may not leave until you've eaten, rested, and replenished all of your supplies, do you hear me?!" The kid was pretty formidable. "That's the only reason I flagged you guys down!" She braced herself, gritting her teeth. If the man refused to listen to her, then she wouldn't hesitate against tackling him and drag him into the house to eat.
(You need to say more in your backstory before joining the group. Also, telling people what you want to happen isn't how rps go. You just go with what is happening. Do the backstory, and then in the actual rp you need to work your way toward the group. Or you could start your own group and later they meet up or not.)
*Edit*(Anyway, I didn't think that counted as controlling another character. Sorry, Wolfess.)
(You need to say more in your backstory before joining the group. Also, telling people what you want to happen isn't how rps go. You just go with what is happening. Do the backstory, and then in the actual rp you need to work your way toward the group. Or you could start your own group and later they meet up or not.)
*Edit*(Anyway, I didn't think that counted as controlling another character. Sorry, Wolfess.)
((xD It's fine... We're a little strict on Gaia, so... Meh, it's fine. Just please, don't do it again. xD
Lol, now that you mention it, I just noticed the story part... Oh, I'm such an idiot! >~< ))
Xavier Max (or Z) was cooking fish in some forest somewhere, "I'm getting kinda low on supplies, maybe I should find a town," he said, taking the fish off the fire. "Wait, whats that? Smoke? That could either mean another campground or... FOREST FIRE!!!!!!!" he screamed frantically, he grabbed a bucket from his pack and filled it with water. Then he ran. He ran like hell. Then he saw it, "Oh, pfff, just a crashed airship," so he decided to go see if anyone was ok. Z first went back to his camp, just to get all of his things, when he was done though, he had forgotten the way there, there was no smoke, not landmarks, and no sound. Having completely lost his way, He simply decided to try and scope it out from a mountain. When he got to the top he couldn't find anything. "hmm, oh well," He said, setting out into the woods to collect some materials.
Xavier Max (or Z) was cooking fish in some forest somewhere, "I'm getting kinda low on supplies, maybe I should find a town," he said, taking the fish off the fire. "Wait, whats that? Smoke? That could either mean another campground or... FOREST FIRE!!!!!!!" he screamed frantically, he grabbed a bucket from his pack and filled it with water. Then he ran. He ran like hell. Then he saw it, "Oh, pfff, just a crashed airship," so he decided to go see if anyone was ok. Z first went back to his camp, just to get all of his things, when he was done though, he had forgotten the way there, there was no smoke, not landmarks, and no sound. Having completely lost his way, He simply decided to try and scope it out from a mountain. When he got to the top he couldn't find anything. "hmm, oh! I know!" He said, setting out into the woods to collect some materials.
Lark sighed. Apparently we're following this dog... this hermit kid's pet wolf....
Wait, did she mention something about a body? That couldn't be the assassin's body, could it? Damn, that could be rigged!
"Wait, stop!" Lark yelled, running after the strange hermit girl.
((Would it be alright to change her age to 18? It's sort of hard to believe that a 16 year old could be that calm... >~< ))
After marveling at the massive amount of lava in one place, I started looking for a way to go. The zombies had to go somewhere, not even they are stupid enough to just jump into the lava. And then I saw it. A steel door. I went up to it and turned the handle... Nothing. It was locked.
I tried every thing to open it. I looked for switches, none. I tried picking the lock with my dagger, there was no keyhole. I tried slamming my body into it, bruises. So I decided to go back through the portal and come back better prepared, with more people maybe? I was walking back to the portal when something flew past my head and blew up it up. Turning around, I saw a giant squid fly into a stream of lava and get burnt to a crisp.
I was Trapped.
N got up. He deduced that the crash induced a power failure in the Floater, causing it to crash.
"Why now...?"
He spotted a pillar of smoke and steam. He walked across the mountain over to what, albeit, he didn't know it, The Crashed Sable.
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
Name: Marth Astral (Goes by the name of "Mist".)
Age: 19
Race: Aetherian/Netherian, a Hideous Cross-Breed.
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Profession: An archer, who mysteriously helps those in need, without ever showing himself.
Tools/Weapons: A golden bow, with Iron-tipped arrows. The bow is complicated aetherian technology, and can morph into other objects.
Armor: A grey hoodie, with several iron plates hodden inside for protection.
Other/Back-story: A match never meant to be, an Aetherian and Netherian spawned this child. The aetherians praised the child, being seen as a way to unite the two races. An old priest gave him a Golden Bow, meant to protect the heart and soul. However, when netherians heard of this, a small force was dispatched, and attacked the city he lived in. Bodies littered the ground, and the family of three was easily found. He was around five years old at the time. His parents were killed, and the small boy was taken. A curse was put on him, in order to make him follow the bidding of the netherians. The boy obeyed, until the age of eight, when he was to be sent in battle. He was given the bow and arrows, but the bow immedietly began acting up. His eyes opened wide, and he began glowing radiantly. He shot several gaurds, and ran. He made it back to the surface, but his heart and soul were corrupted. The bow held him together. With the aetherians falling apart, he took refuge at a nearby town. When he explained the situation, he was immedietley seen as a kind of netherian spy. He ran, and has been running his entire life, until now.
RP experience: I have alot of experience, and was in the Lost World RP.
Edit: So yeah. When i get accepted, my next post will be me waking up on the ship, because of the insanity that happened in the last RP, my character boarded the ship.
((But the Sable crashed. Wait, that's the ship you're talking about, right? xD))
(RP post later)
All in all, a successful mission. He was about to declare the mission finished to his men, when a worried swordsman, gesturing frantically at the sky shouted.
"Aerial contact approaching!" Simon swung his bow up, drew back and notched an arrow, but paused for a moment.
"Do not open fire yet." He ordered quietly. The "Aerial contact", as he could now see due to it flying downwards and therefore getting closer and closer was an airship-an airship that seemed to be rather heavily damaged.
"Sir...orders?" One of his bowmen asked.
"Its an airship. Most likely Aetherian, as the Netherians don't use airships, remember? They use magic if they need to fly for whatever reason. Also, it seems damaged-even if it were hostile, shooting it would be a waste of arrows. Do not fire."
The airship flew over their heads, and Simon whirled around, keeping his bow trained on the airship, just in case. There was a pause for several seconds, then an incredibly loud explosion rung out. Simon peered at the crash sight. Flames were rising from it, and the smoke was causing a rather large amount distortion of the nearby area from their spot.
"Damn..." A soldier whispered quietly.
"We should go check it out." Simon said quietly. He slung his bow and they carefully moved down the dirt path towards the crash site.
Feeling intense pain, he opened his eyes. He appeared to be in the lower deck of the ship, and most of the lower level was destroyed. The walls were crushed, the ceiling looked ready to collapse, and soil filled it. He threw off some boards, and stood up. He felt lile he was he was going to throw up, and his head hurt intensly. It took a moment, but it finally dawned on him.
The bow is missing.
Panicked, he began throwing around the all of the wood, searching for the bow. He ran up to the top, and found it, sitting by the edge. He grabbed it, and put it back under his robe. He hopped down, and surveyed the damage. The ship had crashed in-front of a home, and descimated their garden. Deciding it would be best to leave the group, he began walking the opposite direction, hoping not to be noticed.
*Edit* Lame post ftw! Xp
Age: 17
Race: Human
Alignment: Good
Profession: Crafter, Miner, Bowman
Tools/Weapons: Iron Bow, Twin Daggers, Stone Crafting Tools (Hammers, Saws, etc.)
Armor: Leather with Stone Plating
Other/Back-story:
He woke up one day with no memory of his own life but his name, he took up the job of a crafter at the near town of Oma and soon after became part of his town's monster protection team. He is very good with a bow and also very agile, jumping from rooftop t rooftop with ease. He left his town to find some excitement and to maybe meet some friends and/or enemies. At the beginning of the story he is cooking some fish at a temporary camp ground.
RP experience: None, but I am currently working on a fanfic novel and roleplaying in that.
I really hope i am approved for this, though with my luck I won't even get noticed, o well, a guy can dream :biggrin.gif:
Anyway, You're accepted, Xavier. :3))
Lhidek made a face. But this is MY house, human! You can't tell me no, you're a guest! He exclaimed inwardly. But, Lhidek took a lot of crap, so he decided to jump off the couch and lay in the paper shred he'd created earlier.
"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Enna called to Mist, her voice sharp. "You may not leave until you've eaten, rested, and replenished all of your supplies, do you hear me?!" The kid was pretty formidable. "That's the only reason I flagged you guys down!" She braced herself, gritting her teeth. If the man refused to listen to her, then she wouldn't hesitate against tackling him and drag him into the house to eat.
*Edit*(Anyway, I didn't think that counted as controlling another character. Sorry, Wolfess.)
((xD It's fine... We're a little strict on Gaia, so... Meh, it's fine. Just please, don't do it again. xD
Lol, now that you mention it, I just noticed the story part... Oh, I'm such an idiot! >~< ))
((Listen to Moth, dude.))
((Yeh, I changed it so I don't join the group yet.))
*EDIT*
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