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    posted a message on All Was Silent. {Another Roleplay}
    Still accepting applications.
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    posted a message on All Was Silent. {Another Roleplay}
    I'd say we will start when we have four or five people at together.
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    posted a message on All Was Silent. {Another Roleplay}
    Accepted, it's fine. We will begin when we have more people.
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    posted a message on All Was Silent. {Another Roleplay}
    (I'll look forward to seeing your application.)
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    posted a message on All Was Silent. {Another Roleplay}
    all was silent.

    p l o t l i n e .
    Yomiyama Town. A small, rural town just on the outskirts of the famous city, Tokyo. Out of all the other rural towns around Tokyo, Yomiyama town is the smallest, only at a population of 3000 people. No more, no less. It’s been 3000 people more many years now. Yomiyama Town is said to be the prettiest town of all, with beautiful views and sights pleasing to the eye. Spring is the prettiest there. Yomiyama Town is said to be a very peaceful town and a good place to raise children.
    Some can argue otherwise...
    Back In 1972, Misaki, a popular student of Yomiyama North Middle School's Class 3-3, suddenly died partway through the school year. Devastated by the unexpected loss, the students and teachers behaved like Misaki was still alive, leading to a strange presence on the graduation photo. Many years later, Spring 1998, a 15-year-old student named Kōichi Sakakibara transfers into Yomiyama's Class 3-3, where he meets Mei Misaki, a strange student whom their classmates and teachers seemingly ignore. The class is soon caught up in a strange phenomenon, in which students and their relatives begin to die in mysterious, gruesome ways. Realizing that these deaths are related to the "Misaki of 1972".
    It is said that in 1998, the curse was gruesomely ended when there were a high number of killings of the students of Class 3-3 until they finally killed the “Dead One”.
    Three years later, the school mysteriously burned leaving behind only rubble and ruins of the old school. The suspension is that somebody from the town lit it on fire on purpose. Firefighters had tried to save the school, but by then it was too late and the school had burned to nothing but ashes.
    The plan was to rebuild the school. It was the only high school in Yomiyama Town, after all. It took a long fourteen years for the school to be complete again. Many people had argued about even building the school up again because of the terrible things that had happened to the students and the students relatives because of this “Curse”. However, everything went on, and the school is now built and was finished in the summer of 2014.
    September 5, 2014. The day the school reopens for a brand new school year. A fresh start. All the students had put down their video games and picked up their school binders. Today was the day that the high school students could finally go to school that was a walking distance away rather than being bussed out to another school in a near by town. Everyone was excited and optimistic about this school year.
    Little did they know the curse lived on.
    All the students from the previous years who went to Yomiyama School knew about Class 3-3 and prayed they wouldn’t be put in it for the sake of themselves and their family. If they were put in Class 3-3, the whole scenario will start over again. But the students know the rules of the curse...and will follow them as best as they can.
    However, this year, two more students will be joining Yomiyama school. A brother and sister from Tokyo. They know nothing about the curse...and they don’t know that the fate of everyone's lives are in their hands.
    "You May Think You're Alive, But Are You Really?"
    t h e c u r s e .
    There is a set number of people for Class 3-3, The set number is 20 students. If a year comes where there is suddenly one extra person on the Class Roster (AKA 21 students instead of 20), then that means there is a dead person in the class. To account for this extra person, the class decides who will be the extra. A person, who may or may not be the dead person, is to be ignored for the whole year as if they were dead. That means the class interacts as if there were still 20 people. If the rule is broken and the nominated person is recognized, it unleashes miasma that starts to kill students and related family. The only way it can be stopped is if the real dead person is killed again.


    The class of 1972 started it all.
    "There's Only One Dead Person Out of This Whole Class. Thing is, Who?"
    t h e c h a r a c t e r s .
    Deteri Mire ~ WolfTheOutcast
    Name ~ Deteri Mire

    Age ~ 16

    Gender ~ Female

    Class ~ The "Other" From Class 3-3

    Relationships ~ None

    Three Traits ~ Imaginative, Silent, Spacey

    Appearance ~


    Deteri has long white hair, very pale skin, heavy eyelashes, and light blue eyes. The expression on her face usually looks just plain lost, almost like one a blind man would give.

    Name ~

    Age ~

    Gender ~

    Class ~

    Relationships ~

    Three Traits ~

    Appearance ~

    r u l e s .
    ~ No God-Modding/Mary-Sues: This is a simple one. No being invincible and no being perfect.~
    ~ Be literate: I want at least 100 words per post, more would be greatly appreciated~
    ~ Be aware that your character could die: As you may be aware, this RP is based around death. Your character might be killed off, so be aware.~
    ~ The Real "Dead One": The "Other" isn't actually the dead person. The dead person is someone in the class, but nobody (nor the dead person themselves) doesn't know. I will be choosing the real dead one once the RP gets running and when their is enough characters to do so. I will be messaging that person and only that person and I will know who the dead one is. It'll be a secret. >:3~
    ~ Don't leave without telling me: If you suddenly have to leave, please tell me so we can kill your character off. If you're going to be gone for awhile, please tell me before hand.~
    I look forward to seeing everyone's applications. Make sure you give some credit to a user named Sailor Titan. ^-^
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    posted a message on Welcome to Wonderland[Always Accepting!]
    Name: Amlathine D. Renide (Often Called "Dear")

    Age: 24


    Gender: Female


    Appearance: (I'd say that my forum picture would best fit this sort of roleplay.)


    Dear is very tall. She often carries a scythe, though she never uses it. She smiles at anything she sees,oddly, it is very tough to tell if it is a kind smile or a knowing smile. She has a very dangerous appearance, dressed in a lot of black and gray. She wears knee high boots, a large puffy dress, and a large hat. Her hair always covers her blue eyes and her hair is in two braided pigtails.


    Personality: Dear has a very odd personality. She rarely stops smiling, as stated above. Despite her terrifying look, she is actually very kind. She is known to be very fond of cooking. Dear has a motto that she will always live by, "Only Attack If They Attack First". This means that if someone decides to scratch her, they will likely get a small scratch as well. Dear sometimes slips a riddle or two out during a conversation, causing her to be a little confusing at time.


    Race: Human


    Bio: Dear has never shown a lot of her past. She liked the secrets. All that is known about her is that she has some grudge with the red queen, and even a grudge with the white queen. Luckily, she does not seem as grumpy towards the white queen as she does towards the red one. Perhaps it is just another secret that will never be told..


    Equipment: A long silver scythe and a small snake curled behind her left ear.


    Other: I am very sorry if I seem a bit like the Mad Hatter. If this post is not allowed due to the similarities, then I will gladly make another application.
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    posted a message on Warrior'sRevenge {Factions} {Raiding} {Mcmmo}
    Welcome To Warrior'sRevenge!!!

    Here on Warrior'sRevenge, you can meet plenty of new great people! We take pride in our kind staff and great community! If you want to have endless hours of fun and pvping excitement, or just want to make a cool faction home, Warrior'sRevenge is the perfect server for you.

    Our server includes---

    • Factions

    • Raiding

    • Mcmmo

    • Kind Staff and Players
    MORE TO COME

    I'd say we are off to a great start for such a new server! Come join us today!
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    posted a message on Map and Compass (Reboot) - Campfire Thread
    Name: Zecele

    Age: 17

    Gender: Female

    Classification: Demon
    (I decided that my profile picture would best fit this roleplay. P.s, My character is supposed to be colorless.)

    Weapons: A large scythe that I often carry with me. I also have a metal rim on my hat that is always sharpened. I use it like a frisbee.

    Equipment: Zecele tends to carry lots of white and black ribbon for unknown reasons, it could be used for traps, or just for show. She often has a small amount of water packed into a pouch that is always tucked into her dress. She does not like to keep much else except occasionally a souvenir from her victims.

    Personality: Zecele is what you would call a "good girl". Yet sadly, nobody take the time to get to know her true side. Under the kind and loving appearance that everyone hallucinates of her, she stows her other side, A brutal girl with a love for fire and seeing people wither and rot away before her eyes. On her dark side, she tends to be quite a psychopath. There is a reason she calls her scythe "The Red Knife".

    Powers: (This is a MUST HAVE. There's one thing I want you to keep in mind: It needs to be something natural. What I mean by this is that you can't have any source of power that can't be found in nature. For example, you can't say "Watching TV makes me super strong", since you can't naturally be gifted with the power of super-strength by watching TV)

    Skills: (This is what your character can do without the powers)

    Backstory: (must be at least 5 lines)

    Other: (Anything you'd like to add?)


    (I have to go. Please do not comment on what I have so far. It still needs finished. I will edit this tomorrow.)
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    posted a message on School of the Dead
    Demetria walked around the school not knowing exactly where to go. It seemed so quite in this school, unlike her old elementary school where every peep in the halls seemed to turn into laughter and yelling children. This school's atmosphere was much different. All she could hear was the soft patting of her feet at she walked. She did not want to run into anyone. She knew she was capable of finding it herself. Maybe it would be smart to try and find a schedule that someone might have dropped in the halls. She had accidentally spilled grey paint on her schedule when she was painting a grand picture of her usual doodles. After walking around the school for a couple more minutes she let out a sigh when she finally found a large room with other people in it. She looked like the youngest there. Hopefully she'd not be mistaken for going to the wrong school, she thought as she slipped into the gym silently.
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    posted a message on Horrorfield(The RP of your nightmares)
    ((Since we seem to be using characters from stories and movies, I think I shall be... Heh Heh Heh... One bad thing about my character is I am not sure whether he qualifies as a human or a monster...I guess a monster...This will be quite fun.))

    Monsters or Entities: Grim Reaper

    Title or Name: The Undertaker

    Personality: Known only by his profession, Undertaker is a mysterious man whose scarred face is never fully visible beneath his long hair and crooked top hat. He tends to punctuate his words with sweeping gestures and creepy giggles, and spends a considerable deal of time inside of coffins. He takes joy in frightening others, as he intentionally acts in a disconcerting manner to provoke a reaction. Undertaker frequently refers to the deceased as his "guests," and it is his hobby to remove organs from his "guests" for research. Undertaker can seem either friend or foe. His trap is to lead any unsuspecting people into trouble and skip away with not a scratch nor a burden on himself. Undertaker has great and significant connections with the underworld society; as victims of murder from the underworld are often delivered to his place of business. Thus, he has voluminous knowledge in these macabre cases that allows him to be an informant. The only way to really make him do as you pleas is to amuse him. When amused, he could stick along and help.
    Powers: Undertaker only serves as a spectator, rarely involved with anything. He only involves afterwards to take the person's soul as all Grim Reapers are supposed to do.

    Story: Undertaker is a retired Grim Reaper, and as many claim, a "deserter." He had served as a Grim Reaper for a long time, repeatedly reaping souls in a relatively peaceful, indifferent fashion, until he grew tired with the mundane process and began to experiment and tamper with human life. Sometime later, Undertaker created his own funeral parlor far away from human population. His parlor is in a clearing near the rim of a forest where many unfortunate people could find it.

    ((Extra))


    Theme Song:

    Age: 20-30 (Judging by looks.)

    Quote: "You've never thought about it? There might be an interesting development lurking behind the ending credits."
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    posted a message on School of the Dead
    Demetria looks around the school halls. She was late. It was quite hard to walk all the way from the other side of the city to the school building. Her long jet black bangs loomed in front of her eyes. She walked through the halls uncertainly. She reached into her coat pocket and brought out John's pocket watch. It was second period. Uncertain of where to go she looked around the halls for some place that would be filled with people. It is not because she wanted to be around people, but she knew that it was likely that wherever everyone else was, was where she was supposed to be. The fact that she would be the youngest child there seemed to not bother her much. Her foot was twisted a bit oddly as she walked. You see, when she had fallen that sad night, her foot had slipped and twisted when she fell. It was nice that pain did not exist in the afterworld.
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    posted a message on School of the Dead
    App:
    (I think I am going to roleplay as my first roleplay character. She was such a cute kid. Also, does it matter if we were a kid when we died but we have been dead long enough to be considered a high school student?)

    Name: Demetria Dark

    Age (At death/Current): Died-14 October 2013 (8) Spirit Age- (15)
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Demetria is one of what you would call, a silent child.She rarely ever decides to speak. She never seems to look strait at one thing. It is like she is just staring off into a different world at all times. Despite her young age, she is a art genius, always expressing the characters of her art as pale shadows. She usually doodles pictures of two figures on a staircase. Both always holding hands, the shorter one sometimes carries a dripping wet umbrella. The taller one, had many holes in the upper part of it's chest. When provoked, Demetria could show her..."Other" side.
    Bio: As a child Demetria grew up with dear old mum and dad. They owned a large house on the hillside. Sadly, one day at father's job he had a accident. The first one had been checked off. Mother was never..."Right" after that... She would not stop moaning and sobbing. Eventually, her sadness turned to hate. She would insult Demetria's beautiful drawings of birds and snowy hills. Mother would refuse to go grocery shopping for Demetria and herself. Bad turned to worse. Demetria's mother would lock Demetria in the basement for a couple hours at a time in pure hatred. Demetria was now the one sobbing. During a heated argument between Demetria and her mother, Demetria grabbed a icicle and plunged it into her mothers left rib cage. Her mother let out a horrified scream as the icicle sunk threw the ribs and into her chest. Demetria stumbled backwards terrorified at what she had done and ran. She ran all the way to the willow, never to return.

    She took care of herself and eventually met a man by the name of John. He was like... Her father... All the way down to his reckless driving. Little Demetria also encountered a strange creature that made her wonder if all those years had been a dream. For once...She was happy...

    Appearance: (Before I Died) https://encrypted-tb...H85wSeuLeYMWpgw

    (How I Look Now) http://i264.photobuc...me/Sleeping.jpg (Carries a Old Black Umbrella)

    How you died: 'What was taking John so long? He had said he would be right back.' Demetria frowns at that thought. She leans down and grabs a old black and dirty umbrella from the ground. She turns to the shinigami that was in the shade of the willow tree.
    "You can come if you would like."
    Demetria begins jogging to the brick building that John lived in. What was taking him so long...? She jogs up the steps quickly. Right when she gets to the top level she notices something is wrong. His apartment door was open.
    "John?"
    She enters quietly. She can hear a steady dripping. He could be using the water fountain...She hoped... She quietly turn the corner into his bedroom and was met with a gruesome sight. John lay on his bed with the notebook clutched tightly in a death grip to his chest. His mouth was agape and his eyes stared strait up at completely nothing. A misty form of blood splatter had painted itself on his face. But his chest was the worst part. It was torn to shreds. Many holes right threw his stomach, lungs, and other organs. One hole even had a little bit of the now red bed sheets showing threw it.
    Demetria stumbled backward. The shinigami arrived to the horrific scene and stared surprised at John's lifeless body. Demetria about let out a scream but only a high pitched whimper escaped. She bent down ready to hurl but forced herself to stare at him. He had promised he would be right back...Promised... Demetria came to her senses and forced her weight to the wall to keep from passing out. The shingami continued to stare at John. Demetria stumbled past her and into the hallway dragging the umbrella along. She wimpered again and rushed down the stairs. Your never supposed to run with scissors, what about umbrellas? Demetria's left foot slipped and she stumbled down the stairs. During the fall, she had dropped the umbrella. She rolled down the stairs as the umbrella bounced along as well. She only came to a stop when the umbrella had beaten her to the bottom, landing in the perfect place. Her neck hit the umbrella and sunk through it. The umbrella played peek-a-boo through her neck as she twitched and flinched, trying to grasp the air. She quickly stopped moving after taking a rattled last attempt for air.

    (Hope it doesn't give anyone nightmares. Also, I am only basing this character off my previous first roleplay character. I was such a roleplay noob back then...)
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    posted a message on Dream (A Imaginative Roleplay) (Accepting Anytime)
    Hatter looks around. It was now silent... He always liked silent, but this was not the kind of silence he liked. This was the lack of commotion silence...Like nothing was here. Had he let Demetria go for nothing?
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    posted a message on Dream (A Imaginative Roleplay) (Accepting Anytime)
    ((Sorry for my absence. I have been right in the middle of the school testing period.))
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    posted a message on The Last Days: An apocalyptic survival RP
    Amorisa - New York City

    Amorisa arrives back to the base camp. He looks around and his eyes become large when he notices the people who appeared to be going somewhere. Amorisa was never allowed to go on the hunts or whatever they did. Maybe he was too weak. Or maybe, maybe they just ignored him. They all had guns with them, this concluded they were likely going to a UWOR camp. Amorisa was good at not being noticed. He would follow them this time. He puts his hand in his pocket and wraps his hand around the knife. He was going to help. It would take his mind off things.
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