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OOC: Romance is always welcome and encouraged!!
Starter 1
“No… please, stop… I… I didn’t mean to talk back!” Cried the voice of the child. “NO! STOP IT! PLEASE!” But his screams did nothing. They hit him again, and burned him with fire poker. “Awww. Poor Chrissy…. Did that hurt?” Asked one female in the room. “Maybe now you’ll think twice before talking back to us.” Said the other. The females turned to leave, leaving him on the floor of the basement, chained to the wall like a dog to a pole. ------- “I don’t deserve this… Please… someone. Help me… Anyone. I don’t want this life. I don’t deserve it. Please… save me.” Chris felt the tears falling to the ground as he cried in pain, both physical and emotional. His entire body was broken and battered. A different voice came through the small window on the top. “Hello? Is someone there?” Chris saw a face peek through the wall and he tried to hide fearing that it was someone coming to hurt him. The woman gasped in pure shock as the teen tried to hide but could hardly move. “Stay there… I’ll get you out.” She broke through the window and jumped down, Chris backed away in fear. “No! Please… don’t hurt me. Stay away… please. Don’t hurt me.” He covered his face in fear and heard the sound of something breaking, except it was the chains. He tried to push himself up but his strength was not there. “Don’t be afraid of me. Please. I’m here to help you. Stay still. I’m going to get you out of here.” She picked him up gently and jumped back up to the window, darted out, and ran into the forest. ------------- “Now, this is going to hurt. And I’m sorry, but it’ll clean your wounds. Okay Chris?” He remained silent. Amy had yet to do anything to hurt him intentionally. And at this rate, if it would help him feel better, it didn't matter if it hurt. It wouldn't hurt as bad as he had been hurt before. “O…Okay, Amy. I… I trust you.” She smiled lightly and started to clean him since he could hardly do it himself.
Chris felt something happen inside him. He didn't know what it was, but something was happening inside him as soon as she touched him. He had never felt a touch so gentle. He never knew what it felt like to be loved, or at least cared for, and she was showing him, aside from the harsh stinging of the cleaning, she showed she wasn’t going to hurt him. And he started to cry again as he sat in the bath. She stepped away slowly. “Am… Am I hurting you?” “N…no. It… it’s not that. I… I’ve never… had anyone treat me this way… and… I don’t know how to react.” He whispered quietly, shaking a bit from the sobs. Amy stared at him blankly for a moment before smiling gently and kneeling down next to him and gently wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s okay… I promise. You’re safe with me…” -------- “Chris… stay here. There’s something I need to do. Okay? I promise I’ll be back. I’m not leaving you.”
The vampiress turned and ran outside, running to the town and started bringing everyone to the center of the town. “Everyone. I’ve had this recurring dream. One of an attack. An angel. Coming down and killing people. Please. Any family with children, I pray that you leave and go somewhere new. Somewhere safe. Here, it’s not safe. It’s soon. Please. At least send your children somewhere else so they don’t be affected by this. Heed my warning…” ---------------- Amy stared at Chris intently. He knew something was wrong. “What’s going on? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“… They’re looking for you. I’ve taught you a bit how to fight, but… Chris… this isn’t a matter of if they find us… but when. And when they do… they’ll probably kill me. Chris, promise me this… please. Promise me that you will live. Promise that you will live… Okay?” Chris was about to respond, when the door was broken down and the two of them were attacked. Next thing he knew, they were being dragged through the forest back towards the town. ------------- “This girl is a traitor! She’s been helping our mortal enemy; this angel! She’s been giving him our secret information, helping them prepare for an attack! She deserves death for her actions!” The crowd surrounding the two cheered wildly, believing the propaganda spewing from one the female’s mouths. One of the females from before walked over to Chris with a sadistic grin. “Make sure to watch now. It’ll be your last chance to see her.”
“No… NO! Don’t kill her! Please! Take me instead. She doesn’t deserve it!” He started struggling violently with those restraining him. “Get off of me! LET ME GO!” He screamed harshly at them. He managed to break away from the people holding him back. He wanted to save her just like she had saved him the month before. But just as he was right next to her, he saw a sword being shoved into her back and the blade exit out her stomach. She fell to the ground. Chris kneeled down next to her for a moment. “Amy. Please… say something!”
“… L…Live. You… have to live.”
Chris shook his head. “No… Not without you. I can’t live. You…”
“You… can do it… promise me… it’ll… make me happy…”
She fell limp, laying on the ground bleeding. He saw the others spreading gasoline on her and lighting a match and flicking it, igniting the fire as he was dragged backwards. “No. No! NO! NOOOO! What did she do to you?! Why did you kill her?! SHE DID NOTHING WRONG!” He fell to his knees sobbing. The people holding dropped him to the ground, figuring he wouldn’t be able to do much else at this point. His entire body was shaking. He looked up and saw one of the people holding the sword that was used to kill her. And at that moment, he snapped. His sorrow immediately turned in to pure rage. He charged at the person and grabbed the sword from their hand, using it to kill them. “I’ll ******** kill you all. I SWEAR I WILL ******** KILL YOU!” He felt his strength multiply exponentially and his rage skyrocket. “I’m not the coward I once was. I won’t sit back and let you torture me any longer. I’ve had it! I’ll kill you all! I’m done doing nothing! And it’s time I take my revenge on you ********. I’LL ******** KILL YOU ALL!” He started to fight, tearing down everything in his path. People screamed. People ran. People died. He had one goal in mind: to find Estraphor and Zatianah; the main holders of the Royal Family for the Vampires, and kill them.
After many people dying, he stared in the face of pure evil; of sadism at its worse; of those whose sole purpose was to cause him pain in any way, shape, or form. “You… Zatianah… Estraphor. You hit me. You kicked me. You burned me with chemicals, fire, electricity…You’ve cut me, you’ve stabbed me… you’ve taken the one person who ever showed me love away from me. I swear. You two ******** are going to suffer. I WILL KILL YOU! IT’S YOUR TURN TO FEEL PAIN!” The next thing he knew, he was walking out of the building, out of the town and into the forest, no shirt, ripped, blood stained shorts and nothing but a huge blaze behind him, hardly remembering anything of what he did to the two vampiresses. “I… I… will live. I promise. If it makes you happy… I swear to you I will live. I don’t know for how long. But I’ll try. With all my might… I’ll live for you.”
One week later
As night grew closer, the light from the sun faded over the forest. The sound of a gunshot rang out piercing the silence. An old man fell to the ground gasping for air as his blood ran from his stomach. “You’ve done more than enough to me, old man.” The voice belonged to a young man pointing a gun to the man’s head.
“No one should go through the pain and suffering you and your kind, put me through. You will not live to see the morn.” he said with the hatred burning in his eyes, and pulled the trigger.
“Lies… all of them are lies…” The boy gripped his weapon tightly and staggered over the dense tree line, hiding himself in the shadows. Why did I promise her I would live? Why did I make that stupid promise… that I’d live for her… when I should’ve been able to live with her. Damn them. Damn them all.
As he walked in nothing but ripped bloodstained shorts, carrying a sword and a pistol he had stolen off an assassin, it was a miracle he was even standing. He had so many burns and bruises that it looked like he had literally been to Hell and back. His battered and broken body started to tremble before he collapsed onto the leafy floor of the forest. As he looked around he noticed a WANTED poster. The poster read:
WANTEDName: Chris; Last name: Unknown; Age: 18-25; Breed: Angel; Eyes: Brown; Hair: dark brown; Height: 5'8-5'10. Wanted for murder of his family, an entire town of vampires and their queen, and another vampire Amy Blaire. Reward: $100,000 DEAD OR ALIVE He has a tendency to tell lies and sad stories in order to trick people. DO NOT BE FOOLED! HE WILL MURDER YOU!
“DAMMIT! ... Lies… all of them. LIES!” he shrieked.
“I’ve… gotta make it to the house. I won’t survive another night out here.”
Up in the distance, about a mile away, was a tattered building. It’s about 5 miles to the nearest outlet into the city. “Dammit. I’ve still got a while to go… I can’t… walk much farther…” He gripped the nearest tree with his good arm and slowly pulled himself to his feet. “Please… let me get home…” He mumbled under his breath. Using his sword to keep his balance, he stumbled towards the house. The house she took care of me in... I'm so close... I'll either heal... or end up dying in that house... But some how... I gotta make it.
OOC: For starter 1, Do anything. Personally I've been like one where either he is running for his life for a while, trying to avoid being killed while avoiding killing your character, or one where your character befriends mine, only to betray him later, either due to finding out he's wanted, or that was the plan all along or the other way around. They set out to kill him but later befriends them (maybe through some strange turn of events or something like that? We can plan it out). But really, anything is fine, protect, befriend, or be cruel. It's up to you. Just know this will not be a four post RP that ends with my character dying nor will it end with him being turned in. But that's not say you can't turn him in... but -insert dramatic event here- will happen after he's turned in. He may even hunt your character down at some point (especially if your character tricked him) Also: This character has nothing to do with God, Chrstianity, or Religion.
Starter 2
A somewhat small 19 year old boy came running down the blocks, a few guys chasing him. "C'mere, kid!" Shouts one of the guys. "You can't out run us forever! We'll catch ya!" Shouts another one. Now into view there about four guys chasing him. Each of the men have tattoos on their foreheads of a snake with heads on both ends of its body. This sign is a symbol of them being part of the most feared gang in history: the Shadow League
The boy shouts back. "He was nearly killing a little girl! I wasn't going to let that happen. I had no choice!" Into clearer view, he seems to be carrying a gun. What type, not viewable right now. The boy gets farther and farther away from them, untill he trips on his shoelaces and falls flat on his face. The gun he was carrying is actually a double-barrel shotgun.
One of the men catches up and shoots the boy in the back of his kneecaps. He screams in pain and rolls over slowly
Once he does, he points his shotgun pointed at the men and fires the two rounds out of his double-barreled Silver Eagle Beretta. . The bullets spread out and killed each of the four men with one shot, and then just shot more holes in them with the second. The second shot was for in case he missed.
"I can't move... I can't... ********! Someone... help me... P...please... I... I-I can't..." He started dragging himself towards the closest sidewalk and house. He banged once on the door of the house he pulled himself over to before he
OOC: Starter 2 is a gang type RP, but the boy isn't in a gang. His father was. His grandfather had taken him on hunting trip for the fifth year in a row, and he was bringing his shotgun home when he saw a man in an alley smacking the little girl, the male pulled out his gun and pointed it at the boy, and that's when the boy shot. His father tried to kill a 7 year old girl of a rival gang, and the boy killed his father (unaware it was him) and took the girl to safety. What he didn't know was that his father was the leader of the Shadow League, the most feared and respected gang ever and known all over the world for violent crimes and killings. Fellow gang members saw it and shot the tires of the boy's car, yielding them useless, so he took off on foot. If your character helps the boy, police will come and bring them both into witness protection. Meanwhile, gangs from all over want to kill the both of them because she was seen helping him. They want to kill them for the status. No cybering. Or maybe your character doesn't want to help the boy? Maybe your character is a member of the rival gang and wants to know what's going on?
Starter 3 (NEW! This can go soooo many ways...) The late-teen looking boy wandered around the forest rain helplessly and obviously frightened. He trudged through the rain and mud slowly. Rain here usually meant lightning... and he hated lightning because it scared him to death, especially when the storm was right on top of him as it was in this case. This would cause the thunder to be ear-killing loud and the lightning to light up the forest for a split second. Loud noises wasn't something he enjoyed. He whined quietly a few times as he called out, "Kyle? Come on! This isn't funny! Where are you?! I know you lied to me! What? Are you video taping me in the bushes?" There was no response but a flash of lightning that scared him so badly he screamed, followed by a small whimper. He leaned up against a tree, shivering. "Come ON! Where ARE you?! Amanda? Are you around? ... Did you really want to see me? ... I knew it..." It was late at night and the boy was miles and miles away from any exit of the forest. "s**t. I gotta get out of this rain... Dammit, I'm such a fool. I'll probably die out here if I don't find some kind of shelter..."
The boy began searching for any place to hide. He came across a house that seemed abandoned and run down. Another flash of lightning sent him covering his head with his hands as he whimpered once more. "Make it STOP!" He remained covered for a few moments before standing back up, and, with a sigh, he sighed and looked up at the place in front of him. "Who... builds a house in the middle of the forest around NOBODY...? It probably isn't even being used... but... something about that place is scaring me... It's in the middle of nowhere" He mumbled to himself and began wandering closer to it. It was too dark to see anything. He couldn't see any lights that were on and figured once more it wasn't being used. He peered in through the window and again, couldn't see anything. No lights, no movements, no fire in the fireplace... He decided to take off his muddy, soaking shoes and leave them outside.
He quickly jiggled the handle to find that it was unlocked. So, he opened the door quickly, and shut it even quicker. It closed with click sound. He turned around and slid against the wall. "M-man! I'm f-freezing! I gotta get out of these clothes... or at least shirt... I mean... if someone does live here, I'd rather be without my shirt on than anything else..." He sighed heavily and began fighting with his wet shirt. There was no way in hell he was keeping any warmth in his clothes. His hair was so soaked it was plastered all around his face, eyes, forehead, ears... it was a complete mess.
After a few moments, he managed to take off his shirt. As he dropped it to the ground, it landed with a slap. He heard it echo in the house. But then he noticed something he didn't notice before. There was furniture in the house. And some of them looked new. He saw a staircase that led up to another level of the house. He began hoping that no one was here and would come down. And if they did, that he could easily get out. He wasn't there to hurt anyone or steal anything. He wanted out of the rain. The owner would understand ... ... right? "Sure, Kyle. Pick on the new Kid. Thanks! Son of a b***h..." He brushed the water off of his chest and then sat down on the ground and closed his eyes. "This rain isn't going to let up soon... not at all... I'm stuck here. . . . . at least I'm not in danger. . . that's one thing going right." He peered up out the window and could only see the clouds getting darker and darker. "I'll probably be stuck here for at least a day if this keeps up. Maybe days. .... .... It's times like this I really... really.... hate being alone... at least... I have my song..." The boy reached into his pocket and again, started fighting with... something. He was trying to pull out... something electronic... an MP3 player. It was an iPod Nano. He pressed the play button and, through a small speaker inside the iPod, and the volume turned low so nearly no one else could hear it. The soft melody started playing. Eric let out a deep, shaky breath and quietly sang to the song. You couldn't hear him, but his voice was practically right in pitch.
Tears were mixed with the rain as he sang in his quiet, shaky voice. He only lasted about a minute before closing his eyes and just letting the music take him away from his reality. Music was really his only friend. "So glad nobody lives here... He said aloud as he let the soft melody bring a little peace to his frightful state of mind.
OOC: Discuss in PMs
Starter 4 (BRAND NEW!)
OOC: This starter is semi-based off the game Ace Combat 6.
September 14, 2007. It was a normal, peaceful day in the city. The city is near an airbase, so jets are constantly flying around. People have become accustomed to the paint jobs and the Insignias. Today was an air show with professional air force pilots. The top two military pilots were doing stunts. When suddenly, a jet no one had seen before burst into the area. Some thought it was part of the act. When suddenly, two missiles were fired from the plane, shooting down both pilots, their plane's exploding in mid air. That was not part of the act. People started screaming. and running away as debris rained from the sky. Within a few minutes, more planes of the same paint arrived, and soon, loud bomber aircrafts entered the area. Then more fighter planes.
Within a few minutes, the air base started launching their aircraft. People didn't know what was happening. Even though they did. They were under attack.
People were running into their cars, homes, anywhere they could find safety.
Eric was with his childhood friend, [your character]. As he saw this happening, he knew her father was in one of those planes that got shot down. "We've gotta get out of here!" They had walked over so he just ran with her, took her back to his home, and down into the basement, and held her close.
September 15, 2007
In one day, the country was under new control: the enemies. Routines were changed, people were forced to worship their new ruler. It was pure hell. Eric swore he'd get revenge on the enemy when he could for taking away his friend's father.
March 4, 2008
News report: DEFEAT IMMINENT "Death toll is record high, we are losing men by the day. We need help..." Eric shut off the TV and immediately went to his computer.
March 20, 2008
"Goodbye, [your character]. I promise I'll come back. Okay? ... I have to do this. We need to get our country back from these people. I swear I'll be okay. I'm joining the air force. I will be back. I'll communicate you whenever I can. Goodbye." He gave her a gentle hug as he boarded the train. He looked back at her through the window and saw the tears streaming down her face.
Eric had found someone in the military online and asked for a location to join, got accepted, and was now heading off to fight in the war.
June 3, 2009
Tally (Eric): We are so close to home, just a few more planes and we'll be on the mainland! Ghost: ALL PLANES, ALL TANKS, EVERYONE! SCRAMBLE! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! THIS MISSION HAS BEEN ABORTED! GO! GO! GO! Tally: WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?! WE'RE RIGHT HERE! Ghost: Listen to me, Tally, this is an order from Mission Command, you have been ordered to leave! Tally . . . I'm not going anywhere! I'm defeating these planes right now! *communication cut*
30 minutes later Tally: I defeated these people. We have an airbase on the mainland now. Ghost: . . . . Do you have any idea what you have done?! There's no getting around a penalty for this... you are forbidden from flying for missions until further notice...
June 4, 2009 Ghost: They plan to use a "scorched earth policy" on us. They plan to use Weapons of Mass Destruction to completely and indiscriminately annihilate our country... Tally... Can we trust you with this. You are the only person with the skill to complete this mission... people unanimously agreed on it. Get to any plane you wish... any weapon. get fueled up and go..." Tally: . . . Yes... sir...
1 hour later, location: WMD transport facility. Ghost: This is a high profile mission. You must stay below 1000 ft above sea level and destroy everything you see. This territory is heavily guarded with AA guns, SAM missiles, patrol boats with AA guns and SAMs, tanks, and worse of all: Enemy radar, which is why you need to fly so low. If we fail this mission, we WILL be defeated. If we complete it, we have may a chance to win. Tally: I'll do my best. Ghost: Destroy. Everything. These people can contact the others so quickly... less than 20 seconds for each sector of targets. There are 5 defense sectors. The WMD catalyst transport has mobile AA guns and SAMs. Be careful not to crash and good luck.
Eric got through every area, then dropped a FAEB onto the Catalyst transport, destroying it and everything around it.
Tally: Objective completed. Heading home.
Within minutes, there were over 100 enemy fighters on Eric's tail. He was avoiding missiles with his ECMP, but he was getting destroyed by machine gun fire. He saw planes in the front of him and knew he was about to get killed, only to see the planes were his squadron's. Tally had a whole battalion of enemy fighters on him, but he had his teammates now. So he said into the mic. "OPEN FIRE!"
Within 40 minutes, Tally was back on course for home, his plane smoking from the engines and leaking fuel, but he was able to make it to base safely.
No one expected him to survive, not even himself. He didn't escape uninjured though. He had been wounded by gunshot wounds on the ground, machine gun fire from enemy fighters, flak... but people said his determination is what kept him going.
April 12, 2010
An aerial, ground, and naval battle is taking place in the city. The air force has entered their homeland once again and are taking it back. The battle goes on for well over 6 hours. Explosions, planes crashing, gunfire, naval gunfire, jets, and missiles rip through the air. But in the end, the air force won. They took back their capital city and their country.
Tally: I can't believe it... we took her back. We took her back! This is going to be one helluva party tonight. Sky boy: You said it! Ghost: Amen, brother
Present
He sent a letter to [your character] to meet him at the park if she still lived in the same house. He arrived at the park a little early, so sat down and waited for her.
OOC: Discuss in PMs.
Starter 5 Bill Foster That was the talk of the town, well more like state. He was discovered by someone and since then has grown a huge fan base all over his home state. Word is spreading slowly around to other places about him, but mainly in the place he calls home.
Girls, guys, males, females, teens, preteens, adults, you name it, they were at the concert, all of them cheering for an encore of his latest performance. After a few moments, he and the band members came out once more. Of course his Bill Foster was a stage name. He never publically said his real name, which was William Manchester, though he preferred "Will". He smiled at all the people screaming and cheering and grabbed the mic. "Hey guys, y'all have been an awesome crowd tonight. Been a wonderful night down in my hometown, San Jose! This next song, is a song that I have not released yet that is entitled "Let It Come True". I have yet to even perform this song, but I will do it for you guys!" He smiled as the crowd started cheering even louder. His band mates got onto their instruments and Bill Foster started off with a soft, melodious intro, playing only single notes at a time, before ending on a chord, playing a few other single notes, and another chord, and this pattern kept up until the bass and drums came in, then the keyboards. He started singing it, people still cheering as he sang the song. Then with a quick chord, and a two beat silence, the entire rhythm changed from a slow sounding song to more of an upbeat funky song, the entire rhythm of what he had just started was gone, and he unveiled his new song. The entire band was having a blast with the song too, grooving in their own ways as the played the notes, and then the fans dancing in their own way to.
After a few minutes, he got to the ending of the song. It ended with the lyrics, "But baby, baby please, won't you let it come true?" and on each beat was the bass drum and his vocals, before ending with a medley of the entire band and the words "THe dream of me and yooouuuuuu....." The notes faded out and he waved at the crowd. "THANK YOU!"
And with that, the concert ended. People got up and started leaving. And they all started putting away all the equipment and instruments. The "Backstage" area was right next to the parking lot and he watched as cars started leaving and people exiting the gates. It had been a great night.
Then someone came up behind him, a news crew wanting to do an interview with him. He nodded in agreement and began the talking with them.
Momiji__Sohma-Kun · Fri Jul 03, 2009 @ 05:25am · 0 Comments |
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