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Post by Black Cherry Cola on Sept 18, 2008 1:49:19 GMT -5
Rules - Dun be an ass, kayy? It's what I tell everyone. - - omg. If you're post involves controlling a character that is normally controlled by another role-player, puh-lease change it. I will (seriously) kill your character through the same methods. - - We're all equals. Except me. Here. Yay. I is GODess - - OOC iFood is NOT ALLOWED. it only makes me hungrier, and as we all know, a hungry Fiona is not a happy Fiona. So, no buffets. kthx - Plot Mermaids have been plotting to take over the world. That's right. Mermaids. They've somehow managed to research enough magical technology that grants them the ability to transform into humans and sustain themselves on land. Someone has to stop them. They've gone crazy. Setting Victorian Era, mirrored Earth (no one can be bothered with real history, kthxbye). That means: Ships Trains Dinky cars Crappy guns Skirts for ladies (generally) Gas lamps Odd hospital styles This rp starts March 16, 1892 Don't ask why. God knows I don't have a good reason. Skeleton Name: Birthday: (Puh-lease, for the love of all that is holy, include the year!) Race: (No demons. No angels. Uh, no furries, hybrids, etc. One centaur allotment. NO vampires and NO werewolves, damn it. Transformation is supposed to be rare. Humans are the best. Elves I'll live with. Dwarves . . . fine. Hobbits - you get it. Mermaids, duh, are good to go.) Occupation: Rank: (Don't get too specific, unless their in the army, or royalty. Uhhh, keep royalty min, though, kay?)
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Post by Shu'al Raethir on Sept 18, 2008 22:34:46 GMT -5
((Omg! Akuji wants the centaur slot! ^_^ PLEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE?))
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Post by Black Cherry Cola on Sept 19, 2008 0:12:59 GMT -5
((Oh geez, whatever. Akuji can be the centaur.))
Name: Harriet Seaburn Birthday: November 9, 1875 Race: Mermaid Occupation: Scout Rank: Mid-level
((Eh, too lazy to do an ic post -flail-))
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Post by Shu'al Raethir on Sept 19, 2008 0:43:58 GMT -5
((Oh yay! Thanks!))
Name- Akuji Faris Birthday- June 26, 1867 (AKA- he's 25) Race- Centaur Occupation- Mercenary Rank- Not available. Rated as a highly competent mercenary for extremely rare techniques. Has the financial pay-off to back the statement up.
The sound of coins falling filled the air, and Akuji grinned brightly at the man. "A pleasure doing business with ya." The centaur said lightly, pocketing the money while the man peeked into the bag he had received from the Clydesdale centaur once more, shuddering. A head stared back at him. With another job done, Akuji Faris made his way down the road, ears listening for another potential customer. There was always someone out there wishing a nemesis dead and willing to pay a high price for it. Sometimes even battles to fight in- they were more expensive, but he would fight with all his heart for whoever had hired him to fight in a war.
((Yea, it sucks. Get over it. I'm going to bed.))
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Post by Shyl on Feb 22, 2009 18:18:55 GMT -5
(Mkay so guns are crappy, i like oldschool weaponry anyway)
Name: Ray Matsua Birthday- July 25, 1862 (30 yrs old) Race - Human Occupation: Martial artist Rank: Black belt in 5 different styles (Capoiera, Kuk Sool Won, Taekwondo, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Dim Mak) Little info: martial artist since age 8, he excelled and surpassed his masters quickly, he has a distate for guns
He look on with Disdain as the Centaur passed by, Mercenaries, cant even do the job right. His eyes wandered the street looking for these supposed mermaids with legs. He had been told something about these things getting on land and looking like humans, how the hell can he tell them apart from us. The awnser was as if god himself had sent it, two men walked past him and quickly turned down the alley between the two buildings. He waited a while and then walked to the corner of thr building, listening carefully. ".... attacking soon enough" "are you sure?, weve been waiting for ages" "yes im sure, just be ready, a signal will be given, and it will be real noticable." Ray backed up a bit, he had thought it a simple hoax. He waited for the first one to pass and then the second, he followed them carefully, keeping his distance and blending in with the crowd. they split and he followed the first, the one with the information. He saw his opportunity, another alley on the left. He quickly and quietly grabbed the apparant humans arm and twisted it up between his shoulder blades, making sure to grab the pressure point in his wrist, and guided him into the alley. he released his grip and let the man regain control only to twist it and lock his arm again so the man looked at him. He noticed a slight smile as he turned around, quickly change to a look of innocence. "whats this attack your talking about with your buddies" "What are you talking about man?!" He twisted tighter and pushed harder on his pressure point, the man gasped in pain. "ill ask again, what attack" "i dont know, im just passing the word" "really..." Ray released the arm and started to turn, in one Deft movement he whipped around and elbowed him in the face. A look of surprise and pain swept across the mans face as he fell, but the floor didnt greet him. Ray grabbed his shirt and hurled him farther down the alleyway. A kick lifted him off the ground and the following struck his back. he locked his arm up again, this time setting his foot on his back. "tell me waht a want to know and the pain will stop." The man laughed. "your kind will be gone soon, what does it matter" "hm well you wont be around either." "no, NO... Ngh" He was cut short by a kick to the face that broke his nose. Ray realized he wouldnt be getting any information from him. He walked over and Pressed into his neck and wrist to paralyze the man, He followed up with a final kick, directly to the throat, and finished him off. The sight of the man warp back to his merman form was sickening. Raye walked off, emotionless towards killing an inhuman adversary.
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Post by Black Cherry Cola on Feb 22, 2009 20:04:14 GMT -5
Harriet dragged herself up on the rocky shore, right under one of the piers where her clan of mermaids had harboured a boat they'd purchased. Coughing and tightly clutching the stone that let her be human, she rested a moment to catch her breath before she made her way to the boat. With the help of a soggy rope, hanging nonchalantly from the deck, she pulled her limber body on board. Glancing casually around the harbour, her breath finally catching up with her, she disappeared below deck.
She changed and ate a little, enjoying the crunchiness of the crackers, something she definitely couldn't get below sea level. Her auburn hair had dried a little, and she pulled it back into a tight bun, putting her broad, pale face on display. The clothes that had been left on board for her fit her lean body snugly, leaving room for her too move and a knife against her thigh. They were plain, a long dress in neutral colours, with a pair of nondescript boots. Finally, she slipped her slightly webbed fingers into a pair of brown gloves. That was one thing they hadn't quite perfected; some merfolk still had the webbed-digits side-effect. Harriet's toes had the same problem.
Once she had finished, she stepped off the boat, clutching a small purse, baring little expression. She nodded politely to the harbourmaster as she passed, though he payed her little mind.
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