I'm leaving tomorrow for Arizona with my friend, so I won't be coming back until the 7th of August...which means I probably won't be back here until the 8th. Anyways, just thought I'd let everyone know. See y'all later!
Re: xxSilence;; Is a Virtue « Result #2 on Jul 21, 2007, 1:24pm »
Lovely day...for a walk? Pssh. Fiyero didn't see what was so astounding about nature anyway. Since its nearly twilight, and the sun will be setting soon, the way to the Old Forest will be barred by school policy. Not that that's a barrier to a young man such as Master Tiggular here. Even so, the supersticious folk can't seem to bite their tongues. They believe the Old Forest to become haunted at night. After all, why else would Shiz ban the place when the hours of darkness fell? So this was why Fiyero was now wandering toward it, trying to look aimless. Not that he is supersticious himself--no, of course not! That would be silly. But he can't seem to keep his nose out of trouble even for a day, and so has been dared to spend the night in this forest. It is because of this; his pride with will not let him turn down any dare, and his own curiousity that Fiyero heads toward the forest. After all, how bad can it be? He finds nature boring. It's just a bunch of trees, water, green...
Then again, green can be rather interesting.
He can hardly believe his eyes as he spots her wandering toward the forest. Fiyero has never taken her for an adventurous type, though he hardly knows her. Still, if it could be compared to her sharp tongue, he supposes it is not all that unreasonable. Fiyero quickens his pace. She doesn't seem to notice. In a dimmer lighting, he would have never recognized her. Long, raven-black hair has been straightened smoothly and let down out of its single braid for once. Her choice of clothing has been changed from her usual black frocks, her glasses had been removed and...is that make-up? Fiyero's mouth is slightly agape as he makes to catch up on her. That couldn't be...but, there was no mistaking that emerald skin tone, even that black pointed hat.
"Miss Elphaba? Is that you?" His voice is almost a chuckle as he calls to her, a slight smirk crossing his handsome features. What on earth could have...of course. As brainless as he appears to be, it clicks in Fiyero's head. Galinda. He shakes his head at the thought of his girlfriend.
"No way..."
He doesn't notice he is staring, just gives her that same, charming grin although he looks slightly bewildered.
xxSilence;; Is a Virtue « Result #3 on Jul 21, 2007, 9:48am »
It was a quiet, almost lazy day at Shiz University, and classes had already ended. Undoubtedly, there would be quite a few students who had blown off their increasing piles of homework once again, but Elphaba Thropp was not one of them. As usual, her nose was already buried in a book, her deep brown eyes tracing the words of the pages. However, today, something else must have been nagging at the back of her mind, or perhaps she just hadn't got enough sleep, because she wasn't taking a word of the book in. Elphaba's eyes narrowed as she attempted to concentrate. Usually she could wander over the campus grounds to sit at the base of the old tree and find it relaxing. Today, however, reading the book any further would be of no use. With a frustrated sigh, Elphaba snapped the book closed irritably, glaring around as if attempting to some person who could be held responsible of her lack of concentration today. The Campus grounds appeared empty, and the few students who did wander it were far off, their voices muffled by the distance. She seemed to be alone. Not that she minded, really. In fact, she'd grown quite accustomed to it over the course of her young life. Seeing as her skin was, well, green and all, it sort of went without saying.
Seeing as she had given up on her book, Elphaba slipped it into her bag and stood up. The sun was still high in the sky, and there was no point in heading back to her dorm just yet. This year, in fact, her first year at Shiz University, she had been unwillingly paired with Galinda Upland, who, to put it plainly, was the exact opposite of Elphaba. Perky, blonde, and popular. It was no wonder that the two hadn't got along at first. And yet, strangely, ever since the night of the party, they seemed to have become something close to friends. Unlikely and odd as it was, it was true. This was why Elphaba, instead of currently being dressed in her usual dark attire, was wearing a navy skirt and white top that Galinda had practically forced upon her. Her long black hair had been let loose from its usual braid and now fell down her shoulders and back under the distinctive black, pointed hat she had taken to wearing lately. Though it had been given to her as a mere prank, she thought it rather...quirky. Her perky roommate had forced a "make-over" upon her, and Elphaba wasn't entirely sure of how she felt about this. At any rate, she wished for peace and quiet a bit longer, so no, she wouldn't return to her dorm yet.
Instead, she found herself wandering deeper across the grounds, into the denser, quiet area where she could think, since her ability to read seemed to have presently deserted her.
Earth BC stands for Earth Before Christ. Generally the board takes place in Ancient Rome and Greece. Ever want to belong to a time when Gods and Goddesses ruled the world? How about where Mythology and Reality coexist? This is a place where the mythical and mysterious creatures of an ancient past interact with immortals and mortals in many places around the Mediterranean Sea. Our roleplay is all make believe, there is no timeline that we are following. Nor are all of the places real. Please also note that our roleplay is not based on the real lives of the Gods ( I mean come on, thats what roleplay is for. So you can play around with the character and make them your own). It is play by post. Not by the past. =)
Now you will receive us. We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath, we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies. Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain. For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day you will reap it. And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
Those were the words that were spoken at the trial of “Papa Joe” Yakavetta by three men known as “the saints”. Two brothers who believe they are on a mission from God to rid the world of evil, bringing flaming vengeance upon Boston’s corrupt. The McManus twins, Connor and Murphy, along with their father, revealed their existence to the world that day, making them among some of the most infamous men in history. A media frenzy whirled around them as FBI posters flocked every major city, it was no longer safe to be a Saint in Boston.
Justice is never as simple as many would like to believe, so was the lesson learned by Special Agent Paul Smecker. A highly accomplished member of the Organized Crime Task Force, he had been trailing the Saints for months, only to find out that they were the two Irish brothers he had let go in connection with the murder of three members of the Russian mob. Everything that he has ever wanted to do to the nation’s scum, these boys are doing. Torn in the dilemma of dilemmas, Smecker had to make the decision whether to apprehend the Saints, or join them. In the end following the brothers, Smecker smuggled them safely out of the United States and into Ireland, where they were to remain until it was safe to return.
But vacuums inevitably must be filled, and so they were, but in the city of New York. Three young men have taken up The McManus’s cause in their absence, making sure their message lives on. Although their means of salvation are far from those of the Saints. Bloody and heartless, bodies of the various members of the New York crime syndicates turning up all over the city mutilated almost beyond recognition, the index finger on their right hand sliced off. On each body is left a little note:
Relics from a Mytar taken The blood of the wicked shed The Evil are being sent to their graves And sweet Lady Justice shall rejoice.
--Yours Truly— The Saints
Law enforcement officials haven’t been able to make head nor heel of these murders. Lacking the trademarks of the Boston murders, these copycat homicides have set the city on it’s heels, especially the underworld of New York. The Italian crime families, in an act of self-preservation have banded together under the leadership of Don Vincenzo Moretti, a man so revered by so many in the Italian mafia that not a single Family has ever waged war against him. Putting aside any differences and judgments, all power has been handed over to this one man who now has one goal now in mind: to get rid of the Saints before they bring about the demise of all that everyone has worked so hard to achieve.
Likewise, the Russians have been joining under a common banner, that of Vladimir Petrova, a man who is known for being probably the most ruthless man in the entire city. A bloodlust runs through this man like many couldn’t believe, and it is he who the Russian crime syndicates believe will send the Saints to their holy graves. Bringing together his forces, Vladimir has set off his war with the Moretti crime family until the problem of the saints is resolved, creating a brief calm in the city of New York before the storm.
Back in Ireland, though, news has reached the McManus brothers of the copycat murders that have been taking place under their name. Against everything they had been told, Connor, Murphy, and their father retuned to the United States to complete their mission. Two sets of saints now roam the city, both with the intent of bringing down the corrupt, but each with a price on their heads. With every major crime group in New York along with the police looking for them, the question is not how far the McManus brothers must go;question is do they possess the constitution, the depth of faith to go as far as needed?
[[You don't need to be famaliar with the Boondock Saints to rp]]
»DANCING .through. LIFE « Result #9 on Jul 11, 2007, 7:42pm »
Name ;; Fiyero Tiggular
Age ;; 19
Gender ;; Male
Race ;; Winkie(Prince)
Occupation ;; He's a prince, but other than that he just attends Shiz University presently.
Residence ;;His parents own a castle in the Vinkus, but right now he lives in the Shiz dorms ;)
Description ;; Most noticable about Fiyero is that he is extremely handsome. He has straight rows of white teeth and a charming smile that has become something of a trademark for him. His blue eyes sparkle mischeviously, his eyebrows often raises skeptically. He's a face you won't soon forget, so to speak. His hair is a light, sandy brown color and well-kept if not a bit long. Wavy would be the best word to describe it, I'd say. He is tall, not extremely so, but tall for his age. His body is lean and muscled, as most Winkies' are, and his skin is a deep tanned.
Personality ;; Fiyero's personality is a little decieving. You may think you know him well when you don't. Fiyero is one of the "cool" guys who almost everyone looks up to and respects. Everyone who can't see through him, that is. This might be kind of hard, because Fiyero himself would never admit that there is anything to "see through". He is very laid back, and might be thought of as shallow. Not that he really cares, in fact, he likes it that way. He insists that life is about just having fun and "dancing your way through". Fiyero seems careless, and is constantly getting himself into trouble. He's been kicked out of several schools already before attending Shiz, but he finds amusement in the whole matter. Who needs school, anyway? Now, if anyone were to talk to him, and I mean truly talk to him and pay attention, they might discover that he isn't as 'brainless' as he lets on. Fiyero is smart, but he's just too stubborn to acknowledge it. You see, deep down, he's not half-bad. He usually means well, and does have a sense of compassion although he'd deny the matter up and down. And though he's very good at convincing everyone else otherwise, he's not always a happy as he seems. Fiyero is, however, very persuasive, almost manipulative. He is quite charming to a flirty extent, and seems shameless about it, too. It's all part of his mischevious nature. Despite everything else, one thing Fiyero does not lack is courage. If anyone accuses him of being too afraid to do something, he'll prove them wrong in an instant.
Sample/Audition ;; Boredom. Fiyero quickly becomes accustomed to this dull emotion in his first days at Shiz. What is wrong with these people? Don't they know how to have fun? It's embarrassing to all of them, really. They're lucky he's attending here. Though before long, Fiyero will probably be expelled from this school as with all the others he had prieviously attended. But while he is here, he might as well make the best of it. He'd teach these poor souls what life was REALLY about. Prepare yourself, Shiz, you're about to be turned upside down! Fiyero thinks smugly. He leans back on his seat and yawns widely, more to gain attention than the fact that he's actually tired. The professor doesn't seem to notice, he keeps right on babbling. But the girl sitting next to him, a pampered and nervous looking brunette, gives him a sharp look. "Shhh!" She says pointedly, and Fiyero chuckles at the anxiety in her whisper and shakes his head. The poor suck-up. He turns his gaze and at least most of his attention to the front of the class where a Goat of some sort rambles on about history. Fiyero finds the subject extremely boring, and sits up, tapping his fingers on the desk like a child. "It was in this year that the Ozian government set the reform in motion..." Dr.Dillamond(was that the name, then?) continues. Fiyero blinks, as the Goat's words aren't setting in. It all sounded like a load of politics to him. What are they even talking about? He sighs. It's enough to make him want to go to sleep. He turns to the window. I wonder what I should have for lunch today...? He mentally moves out of the classroom and Dr.Dillamond's distinct voice becomes a drone in the background. When Fiyero finally comes to, he realizes that Dr. Dillamond has stopped speaking. He looks about hopefully. Has the class finally ended? But no...he frowns. A pretty blonde girl is just raising her hand, and it appears as if the Goat is trying to recall her name. "Ah, yes," He says finally. "Miss Glinda?" "It's Galinda." She retorts sharply. "With a Ga. And I can't understand why you don't teach us history instead of always harping on the past!" Fiyero turns away so that she won't see him chuckling, and misses Dr.Dillamond's response. Instead, his attention fixes curiously on the girl across the room who actually has green skin. She is rolling her eyes at Galinda, but when she sees him grinning, she abruptly scowls. Fiyero quickly turns away, and waits for the class to continue. He smirks. Maybe this class isn't so boring after all.
dolores </3 [n/f] « Result #10 on Jul 10, 2007, 10:10pm »
Name ;; dolores mccoullough (no middle name)
Age ;; eighteen
Gender ;; female
Race ;; centauress
Occupation ;; being shunned and looked down upon
Residence ;; mainly the forest where she hides out, able to eat things like leaves and forage without getting sick.
Description ;; as most of you know, a centaur is a half human half horse. a centauress is a female half horse half human.
The Human
one part of a centaur will be beautiful, and the other will eventually wind up ugly and gnarled. lucky for dolores, the human part of her is is somewhat pretty, but it is no paris hilton. centaurs are forbidden cut their hair except on days of aging (birth days, for humans). but dolores has let her's go.. eye color: vibrant hues of green and flecks of a silvery blue color. hair color: dolores's hair is a silver blonde color and pools down at the withers of her equine self. height: fifteen point two hands plus her torso and head equals about six feet in total. weight: around nine hundred eighty seven face: dolores's face is circular shape with naturally pink lips, rosey cheeks, and white teeth.
The Equine
the equine side in dolores is a creamy buttermilk palomino. her tail trails down to the ground, just lightly kissing the weeds and is a cream color, not quite white. The left back foot has a stocking about to the hock, a bone that naturally juts out on all equines on their back legs
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