Title: In Search Of Band, Magic, And Other Rps
ReFlEcTiOnS - August 15, 2008 03:25 PM (GMT)
Genre: Band, Magic, Magic School,High- School, Hospital, College
Difficulty: I'm very literate, but I don't wanna go into an RP where you have to write four paragraphs an three hundred words for each paragraph. I usually do a good five paragraphs for the opening post and then two paragraphs for every post after. But, I would prefer it if your RP didn't have a set amount of words for each in character post.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Humans, Vampires, Witches, Gods/Goddesses, Werewolf if there's an EXCELLENT plot
Preferred Rating: R+, I don't like censoring myself too much.
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: Moderately Active with a good amount of members
Preferred Time where RPG is set in:Present or Future. I also do 1920's-1930's era RPs, but no medieval stuff.
Other Notes:
NO Twilight RPs
NO Harry Potter RPs unless you have a really excellent plot
NO medieval RPs
I would like a Band RP where original characters can be part of bands.
Difficulty: I'm very literate, but I don't wanna go into an RP where you have to write four paragraphs an three hundred words for each paragraph. I usually do a good five paragraphs for the opening post and then two paragraphs for every post after. But, I would prefer it if your RP didn't have a set amount of words for each in character post.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Humans, Vampires, Witches, Gods/Goddesses, Werewolf if there's an EXCELLENT plot
Preferred Rating: R+, I don't like censoring myself too much.
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: Moderately Active with a good amount of members
Preferred Time where RPG is set in:Present or Future. I also do 1920's-1930's era RPs, but no medieval stuff.
Other Notes:
NO Twilight RPs
NO Harry Potter RPs unless you have a really excellent plot
NO medieval RPs
I would like a Band RP where original characters can be part of bands.
Blue Bloods - August 15, 2008 04:12 PM (GMT)
We're literate, around 400 words per post please but we're not super strict, over 50 characters, aristocratic vampires with a twist. Check us out! Best of luck in your search :)
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Deep in the heart of NYC, amongst the high-end shops and ritzy museums lies a secret hundreds of years in the making. The rich and powerful are not as they seem.
In fact they are from an ancient lineage, that of the Blue Bloods. They are vampires whose memories have been preserved through their past, making them extremely smart, strong, and lethal.
They have more power than you can imagine... but something is hunting them. The vampires that prey on others of their kind hide in the shadows, and for now it seems Blue Bloods no longer hold rank at the top of the food chain...
We're a well established, organized group of literate role players. You're sure to feel welcome here. Feel free to stop by the chat-box! <33
©2008, Mer, All Rights Reserved.
[ HOME | PLOT | ADVERTISE | APPLICATION | RULES ]
Deep in the heart of NYC, amongst the high-end shops and ritzy museums lies a secret hundreds of years in the making. The rich and powerful are not as they seem.
In fact they are from an ancient lineage, that of the Blue Bloods. They are vampires whose memories have been preserved through their past, making them extremely smart, strong, and lethal.
They have more power than you can imagine... but something is hunting them. The vampires that prey on others of their kind hide in the shadows, and for now it seems Blue Bloods no longer hold rank at the top of the food chain...
We're a well established, organized group of literate role players. You're sure to feel welcome here. Feel free to stop by the chat-box! <33
©2008, Mer, All Rights Reserved.
Pretender - August 15, 2008 04:43 PM (GMT)
I have a magic school for you, set on the west coast. It takes after Harry Potter but it is not canon. So, you wont see Harry Potter, Voldemort, or any other cheap copy of them. Every character is an original and there is no reference to canon characters. The only references would be to Hogwarts which is billed as a magic school in Europe. Take a look and let me know!
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 The summer of 2008 slowly winds down as kids from across the country and world head to Huntington Academy of Magic. With professors going over their lesson plans and students preparing their quills, everyone's mind seems to be away from pressing worldly issues and focused towards the upcoming academic year. Even the Headmistress and Deputy Headmaster who have been constantly discussing the recent protective charms failures among themselves and colleagues, are finding themselves gearing up for the school year and start of term feast. One thing is sure, it will be a year to remember. *** We have plenty of open teaching positions and even two head of house positions as of time of post!! Clicky? Members of the site are poised to start the school year on August 22nd (start of term feast) with classes starting the 25!! Don't delay! Join today! |
ReFlEcTiOnS - August 15, 2008 04:54 PM (GMT)
Thanks for replying you two! I'll be joining Huntington Academy of Magic and I won't be joining Blue Bloods, sorry but it's just not for me.
Kitay` - August 15, 2008 05:11 PM (GMT)
not everything is as it seems
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»this world of ours holds many secrets. for generations they’ve been carefully hidden and we continued our lives in ignorance, oblivious to what was under our nose. now everything’s in jeopardy; now everything is about to be exposed…
»we are shapeshifters. two species of the same race. those who follow a human heart and those led by an animal’s. we hate each other and have been fighting the same war for over thousands of years, perfectly balanced in power. now the odds are different. and it’s all because of tyrander, a man so powerful he claims the gods bend to his will.
»but the shapeshifters are not the only secret. working alongside tyrander are demons who stalk the night, preying on human souls. against the demons are the prodomenos, a race of soulless warriors enslaved by the gods to protect humankind from the truth. and the witches work for their own means, untouched by political ties and impending "wars".
welcome to america 2008 and watch your back, little human. in a world as corrupt as this you'd best pray for change, and soon-- that is, unless you want to go from the top of the food chain to the bottom.
CARPE DIEM
rated m for mature.
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Zippy - August 15, 2008 06:21 PM (GMT)
I'm not 100% sure we fit what your criteria, but please give us a look anyway.
To address your points:
Genre: The Black Pullet is a Harry Potter AU RP. We are truly AU board in the sense that we do not discuss any of the stories or characters that are dealt with in the books. We have our own issues in Magical Ireland and our own troubles with dark wizards; we have simply borrowed the magic and creatures from Harry Potter. We have a general plot guiding our story as well as admin controlled devices (Newspapers, Gossip, Fate, Radio, Townspeople) that steer things in many new directions. There is freedom to explore your own storylines as well as to react to what is happening around you.
Difficulty: We are listed as advanced, but without the attitude. We want to see good story writers but we don't get upset about typos or patchy grammar. We have no set word limits (although at least two paragraphs is encouraged).
Type(s) of Creature(s): Right now our characters are mostly human and three werewolves (who interact as humans), with the odd goblin, house elf or troll thrown in. We are open to any creature in the HP world.
Preferred Rating: We are ‘R’ rated, but mature threads are not on the main board and only the writers themselves can ever read them. Swearing is allowed, with only the F word changed to "feck" (we are in Ireland ;) ).
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: We're not huge but we are active. Since March we've been averaging about 15 posts per day. Newcomers are able to find a foothold and start spinning their stories fairly quickly.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Here's where it may get sticky. The Black Pullet is set in 1969 and the town is very backward. It prefers horse travel to brooms. Clothing styles date to around the Edwardian period, though young folks have been wearing more modern styles despite the bad looks the receive. Many who live here are fisherman or farmers. They like their ways and are suspect of those who want to rock the boat.
Note: Some forums are not visible until you are accepted
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A personal note: I joined this RP in March and I swear it has taken over my life. I think one of the things I find so appealing about it is the plot and how easy it has been for me to make my characters fit. I honestly do not know what is going to happen from one day to the next. While your characters would never be killed or put in prison without your approval, lots of things can happen that you didn't expect and you find yourself having to use your imagination and come up with new ideas. The admins have really done quite an excellent job with this RP.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask or PM. You can click on my signature to take you to The Black Pullet.
To address your points:
Genre: The Black Pullet is a Harry Potter AU RP. We are truly AU board in the sense that we do not discuss any of the stories or characters that are dealt with in the books. We have our own issues in Magical Ireland and our own troubles with dark wizards; we have simply borrowed the magic and creatures from Harry Potter. We have a general plot guiding our story as well as admin controlled devices (Newspapers, Gossip, Fate, Radio, Townspeople) that steer things in many new directions. There is freedom to explore your own storylines as well as to react to what is happening around you.
Difficulty: We are listed as advanced, but without the attitude. We want to see good story writers but we don't get upset about typos or patchy grammar. We have no set word limits (although at least two paragraphs is encouraged).
Type(s) of Creature(s): Right now our characters are mostly human and three werewolves (who interact as humans), with the odd goblin, house elf or troll thrown in. We are open to any creature in the HP world.
Preferred Rating: We are ‘R’ rated, but mature threads are not on the main board and only the writers themselves can ever read them. Swearing is allowed, with only the F word changed to "feck" (we are in Ireland ;) ).
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: We're not huge but we are active. Since March we've been averaging about 15 posts per day. Newcomers are able to find a foothold and start spinning their stories fairly quickly.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Here's where it may get sticky. The Black Pullet is set in 1969 and the town is very backward. It prefers horse travel to brooms. Clothing styles date to around the Edwardian period, though young folks have been wearing more modern styles despite the bad looks the receive. Many who live here are fisherman or farmers. They like their ways and are suspect of those who want to rock the boat.
Note: Some forums are not visible until you are accepted
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A personal note: I joined this RP in March and I swear it has taken over my life. I think one of the things I find so appealing about it is the plot and how easy it has been for me to make my characters fit. I honestly do not know what is going to happen from one day to the next. While your characters would never be killed or put in prison without your approval, lots of things can happen that you didn't expect and you find yourself having to use your imagination and come up with new ideas. The admins have really done quite an excellent job with this RP.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask or PM. You can click on my signature to take you to The Black Pullet.
Puppeteer - August 15, 2008 07:31 PM (GMT)
It’s a bit of a shot in the dark but I think that you may like CtS. It is fantasy/sci-fi blended in a future plot built around controversy and prejudice. We have a great group and we are always happy to see new members!
Fast-forward to the next generation.
The world; it lies in ruins. A shadowed shell of what used to be.
Humanity struggles just to exist, forced to the bottom of the food chain.
Trying to find a new way in the world.
We were battered and broken.
Dragons rule the earth; beautiful in their strength.
They have taken us from the skies. Reigning down their vengeance,
leaving us to pay the price for our ancestor's sins.
Saved by our own mutations.
Some wonder if it was better to live as the lower class or to just die.
To be turned into weapons, no more than slaves to the psionic lords.
To live a life that is not yours to live.
A new forum with heart.
Focused on the enjoyment of writing with seasoned and friendly staff.
Offering your choice of four different races with endless possibilities for expansion.
New plots available for all members.
Fast-forward to the next generation.
The world; it lies in ruins. A shadowed shell of what used to be.
Humanity struggles just to exist, forced to the bottom of the food chain.
Trying to find a new way in the world.
We were battered and broken.
Dragons rule the earth; beautiful in their strength.
They have taken us from the skies. Reigning down their vengeance,
leaving us to pay the price for our ancestor's sins.
Saved by our own mutations.
Some wonder if it was better to live as the lower class or to just die.
To be turned into weapons, no more than slaves to the psionic lords.
To live a life that is not yours to live.
A new forum with heart.
Focused on the enjoyment of writing with seasoned and friendly staff.
Offering your choice of four different races with endless possibilities for expansion.
New plots available for all members.
We are all caught up in Chasing the Storm
Will we ever have time to remember our dreams?
Will we ever have time to remember our dreams?
Satire.and.Ice - August 16, 2008 01:47 AM (GMT)
Hmm, well, our canons are basically originals themselves. Just last names and positions, is all, and anything you want can be changed if you've got a good reason.
Poems With Notes was established by a group of creative, interesting people who wanted to do more than create a music camp. Instead, they wanted to make it really...a band camp.
So they hired out talent scouts across the world to look for and recruit the best undiscovered bands. And when they did, these bands would get an all-expenses paid trip to Maine, where the camp is located. The camp itself used to be an elementary school that was moved to a different district. With a few more floors added, and some dormitories built, it became the largest band camp known to Maine.
At the end of the summer, one band will win a chance to start a record deal of their own, and possibly become as famous as the bands already out there. Who will get this prize of all prizes? It all comes down to who shows the most potential as a possible addition to Warped.
Because that's all music really is - Poems With Notes Attached.
PWN PUTS THE 'BAND' IN CAMP.
Poems With Notes was established by a group of creative, interesting people who wanted to do more than create a music camp. Instead, they wanted to make it really...a band camp.
So they hired out talent scouts across the world to look for and recruit the best undiscovered bands. And when they did, these bands would get an all-expenses paid trip to Maine, where the camp is located. The camp itself used to be an elementary school that was moved to a different district. With a few more floors added, and some dormitories built, it became the largest band camp known to Maine.
At the end of the summer, one band will win a chance to start a record deal of their own, and possibly become as famous as the bands already out there. Who will get this prize of all prizes? It all comes down to who shows the most potential as a possible addition to Warped.
Because that's all music really is - Poems With Notes Attached.
Garelock - August 17, 2008 06:58 PM (GMT)
The Starbuck Institution for the Gifted
And yes, we actually DO serve coffee here...
And yes, we actually DO serve coffee here...
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The Story So Far...
Lies being spread...
The year is 2031. There’s is a monumental challenge at hand; the creation of another institution for the gifted. During the last age of mutant surfacing, most of the X-Men were scattered with the destruction of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted; at least for the 10th time in a row. The school, 20 years before then, had become a mutant headquarters instead of a school; new students weren’t even accepted anymore. However, the school had become a fighting ground. For whatever reason, the thought of making mutant kind look innocent had faded away and the thought of fighting back against humanity was the main focus at the time; that was the institute’s downfall.
The U.S. Military could no longer stand for the mutant interference that seemed to sweep the nation. With that, a new type of technology, developed by Arnold Cornwallis, a Neo S.H.I.E.L.D. operative, was used in the annihilation of the institution and all that dwelled within it. Upon the destruction of the institution, the U.S. Military reinstated the “Mutant Registration Act of 2003” to try to limit mutant activity in the United States and possibly aboard. This act was headed by the new president of the United States of America, Jonis Richards. By this time, America is still the most hated country in the world and hasn’t seemed to have gained any popularity; however, America has gained more riches during this time.
Mutants and mutant defenders alike were outraged with the registration act being reinstated and this act not only applied to mutant walking around amongst humans but mutants not even born yet; in that light, expectant mutant mothers had to register their babies while those infants weren’t even born yet. It's a bad time to be a mutant. That is why the Starbuck Institution for the Gifted was established as a last safe haven for mutants. Humans, mutants, mythical creatures are all fighting each other for dominance. How will all of them co-exist together?
Lies being spread...
The year is 2031. There’s is a monumental challenge at hand; the creation of another institution for the gifted. During the last age of mutant surfacing, most of the X-Men were scattered with the destruction of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted; at least for the 10th time in a row. The school, 20 years before then, had become a mutant headquarters instead of a school; new students weren’t even accepted anymore. However, the school had become a fighting ground. For whatever reason, the thought of making mutant kind look innocent had faded away and the thought of fighting back against humanity was the main focus at the time; that was the institute’s downfall.
The U.S. Military could no longer stand for the mutant interference that seemed to sweep the nation. With that, a new type of technology, developed by Arnold Cornwallis, a Neo S.H.I.E.L.D. operative, was used in the annihilation of the institution and all that dwelled within it. Upon the destruction of the institution, the U.S. Military reinstated the “Mutant Registration Act of 2003” to try to limit mutant activity in the United States and possibly aboard. This act was headed by the new president of the United States of America, Jonis Richards. By this time, America is still the most hated country in the world and hasn’t seemed to have gained any popularity; however, America has gained more riches during this time.
Mutants and mutant defenders alike were outraged with the registration act being reinstated and this act not only applied to mutant walking around amongst humans but mutants not even born yet; in that light, expectant mutant mothers had to register their babies while those infants weren’t even born yet. It's a bad time to be a mutant. That is why the Starbuck Institution for the Gifted was established as a last safe haven for mutants. Humans, mutants, mythical creatures are all fighting each other for dominance. How will all of them co-exist together?
-Start of Tape-
"Hi, my name is Matthew Starbuck and this is my school. Here at Starbuck Institution for the Gifted we encourage our students to use their powers for their own gain---er, I mean, we strongly advise against using any special ability for money, sex and power. Possibly even a combination of all three if they manage to bag some really hot millionaire person or even a billionaire. It always ends in tears. Trust me, I've enough money to know this," said a man with a soft sounding voice. The guy appeared to be attempting to hide the sound of a throat wrecked from yelling too much.
"This instructional DVD on how to enter my school will be your greatest asset to gaining membership to my prestigious institution. Not everyone gets in and--"
"Whatever you say jerkface. You let a cihck who only has the power to manually infect herself with herpes into this school. No, seriously, kids, come here. The more people come here the more I get to teach, make money and buy cheap pornography. There's nothing better in the world than torn stockings," said the person who cut off Mr. Starbuck.
"Gato, seriously, go serve your nearest DMV by becoming a stop sign for eighteen wheelers! You're screwing up the audio here! Gosh, now I'm going to have to voice over it with pretty pictures. You know we don't have the budget to be screwing up. Hush your antics! Uh, where was I? Oh, yes, here at Starbucks the idea of allowing mutants into the school isn't the only goal here. We welcome cyborgs, aliens, zombies just as long as they don't eat brains or sexual organs, hey, we even welcome anyone who considers Vanilla Ice to be a relevant human being. In fact, anyone who doesn't fit into what others consider to be a decent and civilized society is welcome here. Of course that would include humans," explained this rather tired sounding person.
"Matthew, honey, come to bed and get off that stupid tape recorder. Sheesh babe. We live past the stone age for crying out loud," some female sounding voice spat out.
"Marlie! Damnit! Blah, this is what I get for five dollars an hour? Hush and go make me a sandwich. Anyways, the only criteria for joining the school is to have some combat skills, be weird as all heck and don't pick on our name and try to say that we serve coffee even though we do. That's about it. Beyond that, come here and enjoy yourself. We don't follow any law as long as you're within the institution. Just, please, if you're going to be a hoodlum then at least give yourself that codename. That way we don't have to wonder what you, who you are and what you do with your life," the man went on to say.
"Oh, and please, PLEASE, if you're going to be into emo music turn it up as loud as you possibly can. My celebrity avatar IS Marilyn Manson. Not saying the guy's emo. Just saying that emo music would be something that he would be into," that same annoying guy added to his boss' statement. Sadly enough, this "Gato" character was a teacher at the school. He acted more like one of the students.
"Uh, yeah, whatever. If you want to join up at the school just cilck on the link below. No, don't click over on another tab. If you do I hope you get Rick Roll'd or something. Yes, just click it and see the site itself even though the guy who created is a total douche. Oh, and if I don't say it because I'm too drunk when you arrive at the school WELCOME TO STARBUCK!"
-End of Tape-
CLICK ME!
"Hi, my name is Matthew Starbuck and this is my school. Here at Starbuck Institution for the Gifted we encourage our students to use their powers for their own gain---er, I mean, we strongly advise against using any special ability for money, sex and power. Possibly even a combination of all three if they manage to bag some really hot millionaire person or even a billionaire. It always ends in tears. Trust me, I've enough money to know this," said a man with a soft sounding voice. The guy appeared to be attempting to hide the sound of a throat wrecked from yelling too much.
"This instructional DVD on how to enter my school will be your greatest asset to gaining membership to my prestigious institution. Not everyone gets in and--"
"Whatever you say jerkface. You let a cihck who only has the power to manually infect herself with herpes into this school. No, seriously, kids, come here. The more people come here the more I get to teach, make money and buy cheap pornography. There's nothing better in the world than torn stockings," said the person who cut off Mr. Starbuck.
"Gato, seriously, go serve your nearest DMV by becoming a stop sign for eighteen wheelers! You're screwing up the audio here! Gosh, now I'm going to have to voice over it with pretty pictures. You know we don't have the budget to be screwing up. Hush your antics! Uh, where was I? Oh, yes, here at Starbucks the idea of allowing mutants into the school isn't the only goal here. We welcome cyborgs, aliens, zombies just as long as they don't eat brains or sexual organs, hey, we even welcome anyone who considers Vanilla Ice to be a relevant human being. In fact, anyone who doesn't fit into what others consider to be a decent and civilized society is welcome here. Of course that would include humans," explained this rather tired sounding person.
"Matthew, honey, come to bed and get off that stupid tape recorder. Sheesh babe. We live past the stone age for crying out loud," some female sounding voice spat out.
"Marlie! Damnit! Blah, this is what I get for five dollars an hour? Hush and go make me a sandwich. Anyways, the only criteria for joining the school is to have some combat skills, be weird as all heck and don't pick on our name and try to say that we serve coffee even though we do. That's about it. Beyond that, come here and enjoy yourself. We don't follow any law as long as you're within the institution. Just, please, if you're going to be a hoodlum then at least give yourself that codename. That way we don't have to wonder what you, who you are and what you do with your life," the man went on to say.
"Oh, and please, PLEASE, if you're going to be into emo music turn it up as loud as you possibly can. My celebrity avatar IS Marilyn Manson. Not saying the guy's emo. Just saying that emo music would be something that he would be into," that same annoying guy added to his boss' statement. Sadly enough, this "Gato" character was a teacher at the school. He acted more like one of the students.
"Uh, yeah, whatever. If you want to join up at the school just cilck on the link below. No, don't click over on another tab. If you do I hope you get Rick Roll'd or something. Yes, just click it and see the site itself even though the guy who created is a total douche. Oh, and if I don't say it because I'm too drunk when you arrive at the school WELCOME TO STARBUCK!"
-End of Tape-
CLICK ME!
zuca1988 - August 18, 2008 03:19 PM (GMT)
so lets say your a celebrity. your living the life nothing can go wrong you know it. but sometimes fame is to much especially if your a teenager you cant make your own mistakes with out the world reading about it the next day. now normal life is looking better and better every day. life in la is looking shittier and shittier as each morning comes and your face is in the papers. what if there was a school that promised normalcy where you can go to school with other celebrity teens and normal teens. where only the celebrities know about the schools secret and the normal kids are there for the schools arts program.
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so now you have four years to be normal get a part time job make friends that youll keep for the rest of your life although they dont know your really the guy they crushed on from the movie. or the girl they fell in love with. or for that matter who they wish they were. they have no idea what they wish to become is something your running away from and that you wish to have their life.
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even though your running from hollywood you still have to do premieres, make movies, put out records and interviews. right? or else hollywood would suspect something if 50 teen idols picked up and left right? so even though you've escaped your still pulled back in from time to time and when you go you remember why your in the crappy town in Indiana in the first place. stardom isnt all its cracked up to be.
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but how long can you stay hidden with out hollywood figuring out where your coming from or for that matter the normal students to figure out that your the guy they have the hots for. and run you out of the school? when you fall in love can you trust the girl to keep the secret? or will she blab to her best friend and the entire town know? would you take her to a premiere? give her a wig and protect her identity? so many questions that will be answered.
On The Brink?
Timezten - September 4, 2008 07:00 AM (GMT)
I love those fishes cause they're so delicious... ok ok its midnight so I may be loosing it a bit but that should just prove my dedication right... RIGHT!
lol wow its late so forgive me if I make this fast. We fit with most of your requirements however we are new soo yeah there's that to consider....
Ok with that being said I offer you Project: Salem;
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us, I think this might be what you're looking for.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
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Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
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To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. Fields
Imagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."
lol wow its late so forgive me if I make this fast. We fit with most of your requirements however we are new soo yeah there's that to consider....
Ok with that being said I offer you Project: Salem;
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us, I think this might be what you're looking for.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
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Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
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To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. Fields
Imagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."
Scaramouche54 - September 4, 2008 08:10 PM (GMT)
If my band you mean marching/concert band...
At Boarding school...
At Boarding school...
...no one can hear you SCREAM
Owen Academy’s atmosphere used to be full of excitement, love, and harmony. Nowadays, however, it is infected with unease, tension, and hatred. When the school first opened, everything was fine. The girls took to singing or dancing while the boys took to band or drawing. Acting was unisex; no one really cared who went into that. Things continued in this manor for a while until one year, several new students came and crossed the unwritten gender boundaries of the school. The popular kids were furious and dubbed these new students “outcasts” because they cast themselves out of society freely.
The popular kids ignored these new students and made sure they knew they weren’t welcomed. For a while, the outcasts took this exile and put up with it all for the love of their art. There were some outcasts, however, that didn’t like this exile. They rebelled by attempting to date popular kids, socializing with them, and being all around rebellious. The popular kids were infuriated by this and retaliated.
They planned what was to be the ultimate prank. They would kidnap an outcast, tie them up, and leave them attached to a tree in the school court-yard. That would get the point across to the outcasts to leave the popular kids alone… or would it?
One of the popular kids involved in this prank took it to a whole new level. He started beating on the outcast- as they were tied to the tree- and ended up severely injuring her. She had several broken ribs, one of which punctured her lung, several deep cuts, and internal bleeding, all of which led up to her death overnight. The school’s dean found the body, still tied to the tree, the next morning and immediately expelled the students who pulled the prank and pressed charges against them.
Ten years later, it is almost the spring semester of 2008. Rumors of a ghost haunting the halls of the academic building flew around the institution like wildfire and sparked the interest of several students. they formed a group and called themselves The Silencers. As a group, they planned a ghost hunt of all of the academic buildings determined to find this ghost and put it to rest.
But the night they went on the hunt, a dark chilly night over winter holidays, something went wrong. No one knows what happened that night, only that it happened in the Acting Building. The students went in, ready to hunt this ghost, but never left. the building, as well as every other inch of the campus, was searched from top to bottom. Not a single trace that the students were ever there was found.
Police were notified and the school was forced to close down for the spring semester. Now, it is summer and the school has been allowed to open it's doors again to students with the promise that rules and policies will be stricter and security will be much heavier. Students are no longer allowed to be out alone at night, all buildings are required to have security guards at all times, and all student organizations must be heavily monitored by staff. There are lists and books on the new restrictions for the school.
The students hate it. They rebel at every possible moment. From practical jokes on teachers to simply outright breaking th rules, it seems the entire student body is banding together against one force: the rules. When students with some of the top creative ability in the country join forces, who knows what will happen. But what was that whisper from around the corner? Was it the legendary ghost, Isabella, waiting patiently for her next victim? Only she knows. Think you can handle it?
The popular kids ignored these new students and made sure they knew they weren’t welcomed. For a while, the outcasts took this exile and put up with it all for the love of their art. There were some outcasts, however, that didn’t like this exile. They rebelled by attempting to date popular kids, socializing with them, and being all around rebellious. The popular kids were infuriated by this and retaliated.
They planned what was to be the ultimate prank. They would kidnap an outcast, tie them up, and leave them attached to a tree in the school court-yard. That would get the point across to the outcasts to leave the popular kids alone… or would it?
One of the popular kids involved in this prank took it to a whole new level. He started beating on the outcast- as they were tied to the tree- and ended up severely injuring her. She had several broken ribs, one of which punctured her lung, several deep cuts, and internal bleeding, all of which led up to her death overnight. The school’s dean found the body, still tied to the tree, the next morning and immediately expelled the students who pulled the prank and pressed charges against them.
Ten years later, it is almost the spring semester of 2008. Rumors of a ghost haunting the halls of the academic building flew around the institution like wildfire and sparked the interest of several students. they formed a group and called themselves The Silencers. As a group, they planned a ghost hunt of all of the academic buildings determined to find this ghost and put it to rest.
But the night they went on the hunt, a dark chilly night over winter holidays, something went wrong. No one knows what happened that night, only that it happened in the Acting Building. The students went in, ready to hunt this ghost, but never left. the building, as well as every other inch of the campus, was searched from top to bottom. Not a single trace that the students were ever there was found.
Police were notified and the school was forced to close down for the spring semester. Now, it is summer and the school has been allowed to open it's doors again to students with the promise that rules and policies will be stricter and security will be much heavier. Students are no longer allowed to be out alone at night, all buildings are required to have security guards at all times, and all student organizations must be heavily monitored by staff. There are lists and books on the new restrictions for the school.
The students hate it. They rebel at every possible moment. From practical jokes on teachers to simply outright breaking th rules, it seems the entire student body is banding together against one force: the rules. When students with some of the top creative ability in the country join forces, who knows what will happen. But what was that whisper from around the corner? Was it the legendary ghost, Isabella, waiting patiently for her next victim? Only she knows. Think you can handle it?
Sleepless - September 5, 2008 02:23 AM (GMT)
- I think we're just the rp for you. We are a boarding school/college rpg and we welcome both human and all other sorts of creatures, we have been around and active for over two years (so we're definitely not going to die out on you any time soon). Regarding post size, we're free for all and we have both very literate to beginner rpers, and we.. are not ones for censoring ourselves, so to speak, but no worries, everything is properly labeled when the occasion calls for it. We'd love to have you around, it seems you'd fit right in, so please check us out:
Inch Academy
“Harmony. Honor. Knowledge.”
Ever looked around you and wondered about someones heritage? Sat next to the kid with the big canines and noticed a different kind of glint in their eye? No? Then clearly you need to expand your horizons. You must have heard the phrase 'not all that glitters is gold'. Well more adept term for this school would be 'not all that breathes is human'. Here in Sleepless Inch lives not just those who would claim themselves to be humans but those who would claim to be otherwise. There is no limit to what species of being one may find if they set foot in this slow paced village. But you may wonder what happens when families of such descents settle here, what happens with their children? Well those are the ones that find themselves enrolled in 'Inch Academy' a school that has no limits. All species mingle in the castle, those who are solely human to those who are very much far from it. But just because these kids rub shoulders everyday and sit together in history does not mean it is without conflict. There are those who think they are better than others and of course those who are just waiting to show them different. But what to expect in a high school that contains a multitude of beings?
Though even with these slight scuffles between species and the occasional battle of wills Inch Academy still remains one of the most prestigious and sought after boarding schools in Europe. It is noted that students from every corner of the Earth apply to the school and with luck they are usually accepted, such makes the school such a varied and versatile establishment. Think you're good enough?
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I n c h A c a d e m y ! !
Satire.and.Ice - September 5, 2008 04:10 PM (GMT)
OOPS. I didn't see I'd already posted here!
Badfaith - September 6, 2008 08:17 AM (GMT)
JEUX D'ENFANTS - September 6, 2008 09:40 PM (GMT)
while you were biting your nails as you lay sunbathing in sheep meadow, the cast of
our favorite constant drama were out and about, terrorizing the sea colony of The Hamptons. Little J did
her best rendition of Anne Hathaway's character in The Devil Wears Prada; Eleanor Waldorf and friends
rotated the position of Meryl Streep, respectively. But of course Little J prevailed with the help of one famous
Manhattan Socialite. B jetting around the world with Harold and Roman, being the star of several major fashion
shows, including the 2009 spring showing of Les Best haute couture wear. Someone was on the receiving in of
some fabulous digs. Poor S, looks like B just stole her shine. Speaking of S, our blond bombshell sauntered around
The Hamptons, aimlessly searching for someone or something to take her mind off of D, who had both hands and
a mind on on other things. C and G'MA BASS attending luncheons strewn across The Hamptons landscape.
She informed our lovable BASS of how horrid his actions towards B were, but did he reform? Not
quite. V and D spending the summer in Brooklyn, sweating it on the streets with V's sister, Ruby and
friends. Looks like Brooklyn kept it pumpin' this summer; unfortunately i had to miss it...
We have new additions to the cast, their names are as followed.
- A as in Aaron, B's rugged stepbrother.
a as in Avery Carlyle, the granddaughter of famed social hostess, Avery Carlyle
b as in Baby Carlyle, the granddaughter of famed social hostess, Avery Carlyle
o as in Owen Carlyle, the grandson of famed social hostess, Avery Carlyle
J as in Jack Laurent, daughter of a well-known ballerina and a deliciously wealthy wallstreet broker.
J.P as in J.P. Cashman, only son of Dick and Tatyana Cashman.
R as in Rhys Sterling, son of Lady Sterling, as in Tea with Lady Sterling.
K as in Kelsey "Kat" Talmadge, daughter of famed model and actor, _____
M as in Lord Marcus.
Foolonthehill - September 7, 2008 04:11 AM (GMT)
Jessica89 - September 7, 2008 09:29 AM (GMT)
Ever walk down a hallway and it just went dead silent. Every set of eyeballs are starring at your face and your body’s motion… Now compare that to a city of where everyone seems to find out your deepest secrets, sometimes they are right and other times they are so not right. Some secrets or rumors get twisted and lied about from the beginning other times it gets twisted in the bittersweet taste of the grape vine. Care to know where you are? Yup, you guessed it. You are in the city of Silentville, a city that is between San Francisco and Los Angeles, California.
Students from the high school have a double dose of this drama. Most of the kids hear gossip that is mostly made up. Sometimes those rumors twist in adults and even teachers. The main worry about every student is who can you trust at school besides your family? Who will be there to swing a punch with you or take you home when you have drank too much at a party?
College students get a step up. They not only have to worry about rumors but also the law. Some people are known for getting people in jail and others think they are sneaky enough to not get through there. The thing with college is, you are either part of the sororities or fraternities or you are not. If you are not watch your back and stay clear but if you are you might as well close your eyes and forget anything you may see.
Silentville, don’t be fooled by the name of the city. It is only silent to those that get talked about or embarrassed. But this city is never Silent….everyone gossips about the other one. So if you have anything that you are trying to hide from someone it’s probably not going to stay buried for long. The question is can you survive the gossip of Silentville, the city where secrets don’t always stay silent.
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muggles and magic - September 8, 2008 01:17 AM (GMT)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school of magic for those between the ages of eleven and eighteen. Thousands of students call this castle their second home, and with the extensive grounds, it is not hard to guess why. Some are returning, some are beholding it’s wonder for the first time, but all are still stunned by its high walls and sky skimming towers. However in all their souls they know one other thing that makes them so eager to reach the castle. It is now the safest place on earth. Lord Voldemort’s reign of terror has struck fear into the hearts of many, ripped families apart and is still spreading at an alarming rate. Almost every night the dreaded Dark Mark can be found hovering over a new dwelling and the violence is getting worse.
Everyday the newspapers are filled with more disappearances, more murders and more tales of horror and pain. Everyone clings to their loved ones in hopes of keeping them safe, some have even stopped their children returning to Hogwarts for fear they won’t be safe there either. Yet inside those high walls the teaching continues. The Staff are trying to make a special effort to run as normal but with more students receiving news of their parent’s deaths or kidnaps it is an up hill struggle. To everyone it seems every morning another black envelope is dropped into a lap. However there is one group of people not changed by the outside world, and intent on keeping things the same. The Marauders. Everyday it seems another stink bomb or minor explosion erupts in the corridors and the mood began to lighten in response. The halls of Hogwarts were once more filled with laughter and the happy chatter of teenage gossip as tension eased after a few weeks. The letters even seemed to stop for a few days at a time. The students in Hogwarts convinced themselves they were safe and focused more on their studies whilst their loved ones fought for their lives outside, after all it was hard to think of a war when an indoor fireworks display had just erupted in front of your eyes.
But are they truly as safe as they think? It appeared not so when a scream rang through the air one night, cutting off after a few seconds. Staff and students alike sprung from their beds and raced towards the sound, only to be greeted with a sight that make most want to turn away and pretend it was a bad dream. A body in Hogwarts. It was a small girl, a first year they discovered later, a muggleborn that had been struck down with an Advada Kedavra curse. Terror once more spread and everyone was advised to travel in packs, to not be alone, for the Hogwarts body had a murderer in it’s midst. Despite an investigation the crime was never solved and this has made it all the worse. Now everyone of non-pureblood is terrified of being the next victim. No one is safe inside or out of those walls. Everyone is clinging to threads of hope that are disintegrating with everyday and even the light mood of the Marauder's can't completely ease the tension now. Someone will be next, the question is who?