"Twilight Town." Brant said to himself, still processing the things that's happening. R then asked to see the cube, Brant wasn't sure if he should or not, but considering the @$$ kicking the other guy got, he'd thought he better oblige. "This thing?" Brant said as pulled the cube out of his coat pocket. "What is it? Is it some kind of teleporter or something?" Brant asked as he tossed it up and down. But before R could answer Caleb interrupted them. Caleb drew his sword and was ready to attack R. He was demanding to know where Satsujin was. 'Was that the dude R fought?' Brant thought to himself. Brant wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he knew Caleb couldn't handle another fight, especially against R. "Wait, guys let's try and talk this out before another fight spills out. We don't need to solve everything with fighting." Brant said as he moved to the middle of the two.
Intro OOC Thread Myths, Legends, folk tells, fantasy, Fairly Tales, Gods, and monsters, they exist in one form or another in just about every culture that ever existed. But in the modern age they are generally believed to be fiction, camp fire story's, or anymore a teenage girl's fantasy. But at one point they thrived. Mankind accepted it as a part of there world. Some creatures worked alongside man. Some were formally man. Most saw them as nothing more than prey. Those who hunted man caused the long and forgotten war between Mankind and the supernatural. After decades of war with mankind, and infighting amongst the creatures, the supernatural beings were all but destroyed. Few survived, those who did knew man was too violent, and unaccepting of them after the war. So they scattered, hid, watched, waited, and endured through the ages and faded into myth and legend. None were allowed to reveled themselves to the world. Although some may find trusted allies to share with. But recently all of them, no matter the species find themselves drawn to Gelamen City. Almost like an instinct. The City itself is almost like a creature as well, teeming with life, mystery, and danger. Rules 1. Follow our KHV overlords rules. Duh. 2. I'll allow swearing, romance, violence, and that kind of stuff is allowed but refer to rule #1. 3. No Godmoding and powerplaying. Duh. 4. You can use NPCs. 5. You can have up to 6 characters. But I may bump that up later on if enough people want me to. 6. No killing or rping as others characters unless owner gives permission. 7. Although I'm in charge in this rp, this is my first rp. I'm always open for suggestions, whether that be monster ideas, overall story, or whatever. Just pm me I won't bite, not unless your into that.;) 8. Each day or Episode as we are going to call it, is 6 real world days and end at 12:00 am EST. The first two days are morning, the next two are noon, and the last two are night. But if you live in like Australia or whatever just pm me and we can work it out. And please post at least twice. But again talk to me if this may be a problem. 9. I'm a pretty chill guy, but you only get so many chances if you break the rules or cause trouble with everyone else. 10. For now there will be only 2 more Werewolf packs, 3 Skinwalker packs, and 3 Vampire clans. 11. I may add or change the rules. Refer to #7 if you have suggestions on rules. 12. On a side note, I'd like this rp to have a TV show experience to it. So we will do about 24 days or episodes for season 1. and if people want to keep going then we can do a season 2 wwwwaaaayyyyyyy down the road. Just to do something different. PrologueA shadowy figure dashes through the forest outside of Gelamen City. The figure has bright glowing crimson eyes, it was moving too fast to distinguish anything else. It stood over a cliff to see the City in the distances, the lights in the City made it look almost like one of those Utopian futures. The figure could be seen now, it was a 20-something year old male, with short dirty blonde hair. He had large fangs that could be seen with his mouth closed. His ears were long and leaf shaped. He had long claws on each hand, and was covered in hair. He dug his claws into the middle of a tree near by. He ran his claws down in a diagonal fashion, leaving five long scratches. It was obvious he wasn't human, he was a werewolf. And leaving that mark on the tree will show that a Alpha werewolf is here to anything with the right senses. He looked down at the city, seeing his new home. He let's out a thunderous howl that sounded like a cross between a wolf, bear, and lion's. Episode 1: Auto Pilot Date: Monday July 1st 2013A large black Chevrolet SUV pulls up to a small abandoned airplane hanger, with a small blue Prius parked there. A bald man in a business suit gets out of the Prius. At the same time the young werewolf opens the SUV's door and steps out. "Mr......Cole Jackson?" the business man said, looking down at a folder to make sure he was saying the name right. "Yes sir. But please call me Cole." Cole replied with a slight southern accent."Ok Cole, let me show you around." The man said with a fake salesmen cheeriness. The man took Cole around the hanger, it was about 150 yards long or 1 and a half football fields. The man was giving Cole some details about the hangers history but Cole wasn't listening. 'Hmm it's isolated, big, and hard to reach. This may be prefect after I make a few alterations.' Cole thought to himself.The man then led him to the inside. It almost looked somewhat bigger on the inside, but that maybe because it's empty. The man was continuing to spill facts about the hanger, and Cole still wasn't listening. 'Hmm it's certainly big enough.' Cole thought to himself looking over at a office like thing. "Does this place have a basement?" Cole asked. "Yes it does." the man replied. He showed him the office, and pointed towards the back of the room to a door. In front of it was scratches on the floor that looked like something heavy was dragged across the floor several times. Cole raises his eyebrow and looks over at the business man. "Yeah, a mob boss owned this....he used to hide drugs in the basement and used a bookcase to cover the door. This isn't going to be a problem is it?" the business man said. "No, just wandering." Cole replied.Cole opens the door and heads down the steps. He pulls on the light bulb cord to turn it on. The young Alpha looks around the room. It was fairly big. 'Some changes here and there, it will be prefect!' Cole thought to himself.They both went back outside to their cars. "I'd like to buy." Cole said slightly excited. "Ok, I'll get some papers for you sign!" the man said with a fake excitement. "How about you sign the papers for me hoss?" Cole asked, pulling a huge wad of money. "I...um." the man wasn't sure what to do. Cole hands him the whole wad of money. The man began to count it, "Th-this is over half of what we asked! Your not a mobster are you?" "No, don't worry. I'll tell you what, you take the agreed price to your boss and you keep the rest. Oh and leave my real name out of the paper work. And here's a little encouragement." Cole said as he put 3 hundred dollar bills in the man's coat pocket. "O-oook." the man said barely getting the words out.After the man hastily finished the paper work, he left. "Well, it's a brand new day. And I have a new Den." Cole said to himself, with a smile and his eyes flashed red. "Den, I like the sound of that."
ACCEPTED!!! Spoiler Now that there is three of us, I guess we can start! I'll be making the thread now![DOUBLEPOST=1371342284][/DOUBLEPOST]Made! BOOYAH!
Built a bomb shelter basement with titanium walls and wear titanium suits in case pianos fall on you! You only live once.
Brant put his Keyblade away, and walked towards R. He was not looking for a fight, as much as Brant wanted to he knew if he couldn't defeat some grunt of R's then couldn't even get a hit in on R. "Hey Jefe, I'd like some answers." Brant said to R, hoping for some answers. "Where am I? Who are you, your people, and these people? And what is this dark presence you were talking about?" Brant asked. He wasn't sure if this guy's answers would even be the truth, but he had to try. "Please, I touched some glowing cube and suddenly I'm in some town I've never seen. I touched it again and then I'm here. All I want is to know what's going on." Brant said with sincerity in his voice.
Name of RP: It's a Strange World Synopsis: Spoiler: Intro Myths, Legends, folk tells, fantasy, Fairly Tales, Gods, and monsters, they exist in one form or another in just about every culture that ever existed. But in the modern age they are generally believed to be fiction, camp fire story's, or anymore a teenage girl's fantasy. But at one point they thrived. Mankind accepted it as a part of there world. Some creatures worked alongside man. Some were formally man. Most saw them as nothing more than prey. Those who hunted man caused the long and forgotten war between Mankind and the supernatural. After decades of war with mankind, and infighting amongst the creatures, the supernatural beings were all but destroyed. Few survived, those who did knew man was too violent, and unaccepting of them after the war. So they scattered, hid, watched, waited, and endured through the ages and faded into myth and legend. None were allowed to reveled themselves to the world. Although some may find trusted allies to share with. But recently all of them, no matter the species find themselves drawn to Gelamen City. Almost like an instinct. The City itself is almost like a creature as well, teeming with life, mystery, and danger. Genre: Fantasy/slight Horror/Drama Link: Here OOC Link: Here Activity: Looking for RPers Other: Looking for any kind of input. Created by: lord-insan-E-O
After eating breakfast Tyson called James to check on him and see how his dad was doing. "Hey man is your dad any better?" Tyson asked. "Nah, I'm going to stay a few more days. I already cleared it with the chief." James replied. "and you?" "I'm about as you'd expect. I've gotta' go the doc is here. Bye." James said as he hung up. After that, Tyson sat down on the couch and watched some TV. Nothing really good was on. So, he grabbed his laptop. His dreams were getting more and more intense, and the name Zadkiel was etched into his mind. So what else to do but Google it. He found a very informative website. The main characteristics of Zadkiel were that he is the righteousness of God. He encourages people to forgive, and helps heal emotional wounds. He is often depicted as the angel who stopped Abraham from sacrificing his son. His energy color is purple. "Great, I'm going insane, and I'm dreaming of the angel version of Dr. Phil." Tyson shut the laptop off, he found this a little troublesome. He wasn't too religious, although he didn't believe that there wasn't a God, there's a lot of unexplained stuff. But he just couldn't get it out of his mind.
I swear to god Nintendo if you chose to put the Wii Fit trainer in the next SSB and not Simon Belmont, I've just lost all hope in you.
Spoiler: Another Dream Two tall men clad in Roman armor drags a somewhat familiar shackled man to their Emperor. The shackled man was Zadkiel in a another life. But this time around he was more grizzly looking, he had long pitch black hair and bread. He had fresh bruises and cuts all over his face. "Lord Theodosius, this is the Demon, Aegidius." one of guards spoke. "I am not a demon!" Zadkiel yelled. The other guard gave him a heavy punch to shut him up. Zadkiel spat out some blood and a tooth. "What happened." Theodosius asked with a thunderous voice. "During a battle with Maximus's army, this demon defeated 5 men with no weapon. He merely flicked his hand." The man who punched Zadkiel replied. "I am NOT a demon!" Zadkiel yelled. The man winded his arm again, about to punch him. But before the punch connects, Zadkiel breaks his chains and throws the guard against the wall with telekinesis. The other guard draws his sword, but before he could use it Zadkiel sends him to the other wall. Zadkiel turns towards the Emperor, and wipes the blood that's beginning to come out of his nose. It was much harder to use his powers when he's been reincarnated a few times right now. "I am not a demon, I'm an angel of the lord. I am Zadkiel." Tyson woke up in a bit of a sweat. He rubbed his chin, he almost felt beaten down from the dream. He got out of bed and went about his morning.
Hope that's better.
Oh, I'll edit.
Go to the about section in my Information and call me in the morning.
Brant watched in awe at Satsujin and R's fighting. Not making a move. "Whoa." he said to himself watching R's dark-corridor-dark-firaga move. It was a incredible display of power, but then R just pushed Satsujin in a dark corridor. Brant summoned his keyblade ready for a fight. "So, fella how's this gonna' go down?" Brant said as he cautiously began to circle R.
After a few hours of just sitting around, watching James father, Tyson looked out the window, seeing it was starting to get dark out. "Well I need to head on back home, your gonna stay here right?" Tyson asked. James gave him a agreeing nod. Tyson gave a small nod, and went on back to the parking garage. Tyson started Denise up and left the hospital. As he was on his way back, the only thing that he could think of was the hospital. He was nervous about being in a hospital, ever since his dad died. When he finally got home, he went up the stairs and unlocked his apartment door. He put his keys, gun, and badge on the stand next to the door. He kicked his shoes off in his room, and just passed out due to exhaustion on the bed and went to sleep.
I wish more people had mullets. It's always is nice to know your better than someone.
Character Name: Trent O'Connell Age/Appearance: 17 Level/Weapon: C3/ A large hunting knife and a laser pistol. Biography/Personality: His father, and two older brothers are all in the military and his mother is a medic. So he was forced to go into training, by his father. He is impatient, brash and always itching for some action, and is always willing to endanger himself, but not others. He hates that they have to hide out on some colony, while earth is being attacked, so he doesn't take colony life seriously. He does have potential to be a good leader, that's why his father pushed him harder then his older brothers, his father saw that Trent's brothers are just grunts but he had potential. But he will never take charge, because he thinks this whole colony business is a joke. He also is a fairly good engineer. Mecha Name/Appearance: Iron Blitz Mecha Abilities: Iron Blitz maybe large and slow, but it's stronger then most tanks and it has some of the strongest armor. It was made for land combat. It has two large rocket launchers on its shoulders, and a large machine gun that's its right arm. It's a tank in every sense of the word. It also has a large energy shield that is very durable, and can extend it around a large area. Mecha Oversoul: Transforms into a tank. When transformed it is much faster then it's normal form. But lacks it's normal form firepower. Other:
Brant rubs his neck where Xero held the scythe. He watched her leave, unsure what to do. He didn't understand why she let him live. He looked over at Caleb, and saw he was hurt bad. Brant ran over to him, and slid down on the ground next to him. "Hey, fella' you ok?" Brant asked after he thrust his keyblade in the ground. He continued to shake his shoulder trying to stir him. "Come on fella', get up!"
I hope that KH3 will have a Gargoyles world. It doesn't get the respect it deserves.
They arrived at the room. Tyson opened the door and the first thing they saw was James father laying in bed. He was hooked up to a bunch of machines and was in a coma. James walked and hugged his mother, and started saying comforting things. Tyson wasn't sure what they were saying, he zoned out looking over at James father. This reminded him a lot of when his own father was in the hospital. Spoiler: Flashbacked! "Yeah, he's not getting better." a sixteen year old Tyson said talking on the hospital room phone. "We need to talk about what we're going to do, these machines can only keep him going for so long. Bye mom." he said as he hung up the phone. "I can....hear you...ya know.....punk." Tyson's father said while having trouble getting it out. He looked a ghostly pale, with his skin about as white as milk. He had dark bags under his eyes showing that he hasn't been sleeping. "Shut up, you know your not suppose to talk old man." Tyson said trying to force a fake smile. "Look...punk I kn-.....ew you don't want to.....hear this, but....you need to be....prepared. I don't think I'm going to bounce back kiddo." Tyson's father said with a heavy heart. "Shut up, you'll be ok! You al-" "Tyson, you ok?" James said, wrecking Tyson's train of thought. "Um yeah, I'm ok." Tyson replied trying to revert his eyes from James dad. "I'm gonna get ma a cab, will you be ok alone?" James asked. "Uh yeah, I'll be ok." Tyson said, giving him a nod.
Brant blocks the attack, and staggers back. "My, my so that's where your mind goes? I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of guy. I don't even know your name. Mine's Brant FYI, sweetheart." he said circling around her, spinning his keyblade around his right hand. "I think we should take it slow, get to know each other!" he said as he leaped in the air towards her, with his keyblade above his head ready to bring it down.
