Title: Rawr! I Love Rping
Description: quality over quantity
Description: quality over quantity
Sashokun - August 21, 2008 02:52 AM (GMT)
Genre:Pretty much anything, work with me peoples!
Difficulty:I need some new sites, but school is starting. So I would prefer beggining-intermediate/for everyone, I much prefer quality over quantity, and I wouldn't mind a stronger OOC comunity than just people that come on for three minutes, see who posted, and run away.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Pretty much anything, but I do like choices!
Preferred Rating: PG-13
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: 10-20, getting pretty active
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: somewhere between 1990s-future, I will do mideval.
Other Notes:
I don't know Twilight, I'm hoping to pick up the books about October when I get them, I kinda know them, if you'd help me, I'll consider joining.
I don't do Post Apocolipse or Gothic/Horror, so don't try.
I do like small town High schools or Boarding schools, I prefer British boarding schools or Harry Potter.
I really like doing orriginal cannons if they aren't to out there, so if you have any openings, alert me.
Uh... err... If you have any secret password hidden in the many rules, but really it's the last thing or anything like that, don't let the door hit you out.
Other than that, you can post, I might not come around for awhile, for a procrastinating Frosh at a private school isn't very nice...
Difficulty:I need some new sites, but school is starting. So I would prefer beggining-intermediate/for everyone, I much prefer quality over quantity, and I wouldn't mind a stronger OOC comunity than just people that come on for three minutes, see who posted, and run away.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Pretty much anything, but I do like choices!
Preferred Rating: PG-13
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: 10-20, getting pretty active
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: somewhere between 1990s-future, I will do mideval.
Other Notes:
I don't know Twilight, I'm hoping to pick up the books about October when I get them, I kinda know them, if you'd help me, I'll consider joining.
I don't do Post Apocolipse or Gothic/Horror, so don't try.
I do like small town High schools or Boarding schools, I prefer British boarding schools or Harry Potter.
I really like doing orriginal cannons if they aren't to out there, so if you have any openings, alert me.
Uh... err... If you have any secret password hidden in the many rules, but really it's the last thing or anything like that, don't let the door hit you out.
Other than that, you can post, I might not come around for awhile, for a procrastinating Frosh at a private school isn't very nice...
summerdanez - August 21, 2008 03:45 AM (GMT)
oo! oo! oo! Pick us! Pick us! Now that I sound like a hyperactive school girl, I think you should consider LJ. We're a very active and friendly hs/town community. We're a small town as well with an actual small town feel. We have plenty of canons and originals, check us out :)
A small town with about 8,000 good hard working Southern folk in it. Football Nights are like a religious holiday here. The girls pretty themselves up for a wild night of partying and sex every Tuesday and Thursday. When Monday rolls around, the kids are caught skipping to hang out at Montana’s or City Limits. Sometimes, the braver ones dare to go to McDowell’s Hole.
Twenty years ago, a program was re-introduced into Little Jimmy's perfect world. Honky Tonk Angels. An association where they took young high school students who had found themselves in trouble with the law and the harsher ways of life out of NYC into the country. There the students were placed with foster families for the year as they worked with the kids to straighten out their lives. The program still thrives today with the children of the original lifers and angels. Unfortunately much like the Little Rock, Arkansas disaster some of the folks in Little Jimmy aren't so...
Welcoming. The older families in town aren’t so welcoming towards the newcomers as some nasty words have been flying back and forth. It seems the town’s secrets of racism and prejudice seem to be leaking out at every turn. A team of low-end FBI agents has come to Little Jimmy in hopes of keeping the peace. However, can years of hatred and prejudice slip away like the wind? Or will relationships be tested and lines crossed?
A small town with about 8,000 good hard working Southern folk in it. Football Nights are like a religious holiday here. The girls pretty themselves up for a wild night of partying and sex every Tuesday and Thursday. When Monday rolls around, the kids are caught skipping to hang out at Montana’s or City Limits. Sometimes, the braver ones dare to go to McDowell’s Hole.
Twenty years ago, a program was re-introduced into Little Jimmy's perfect world. Honky Tonk Angels. An association where they took young high school students who had found themselves in trouble with the law and the harsher ways of life out of NYC into the country. There the students were placed with foster families for the year as they worked with the kids to straighten out their lives. The program still thrives today with the children of the original lifers and angels. Unfortunately much like the Little Rock, Arkansas disaster some of the folks in Little Jimmy aren't so...
Welcoming. The older families in town aren’t so welcoming towards the newcomers as some nasty words have been flying back and forth. It seems the town’s secrets of racism and prejudice seem to be leaking out at every turn. A team of low-end FBI agents has come to Little Jimmy in hopes of keeping the peace. However, can years of hatred and prejudice slip away like the wind? Or will relationships be tested and lines crossed?
Demarco - August 21, 2008 04:08 AM (GMT)
Ahh heres a good one for you! We're a post-potter RP based in the new city of Hogsmeade. You'll get it when you read the plot.
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1998...
Years have passed since the day that the beloved Harry Potter graduated from the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed from that day the dark lord was vanquished, all has been well. The ministry is running smoothly again, there is peace in the streets, and no fear in the Wizarding community whatsoever thanks to the great Harry Potter. The retired hero has moved to North America to live out a peaceful life.
Hogsmeade has grown so much that it has gained the status of a city and is now rivaled against places like London and Diagon Alley. It is a popular place for the young and old with bustling activity from the Village Square to the Park.
But this era of light must come to an end; there must always be evil to balance out the good. Said evil is still out there. After the final battle a few cowardice yet smart Death Eaters managed to escape the scene and make it alive. In one final meeting it was decided that it would be best to lie low until the time presented itself once again to make the world their own. Cast out all over the world it was assumed even by them that they hay day was officially over and that they would have to live the rest of their lives in solitude.
Thats what they assumed. Until one decided he would live under the Ministry no longer. That the hay day of the Death Eaters needed a desperate return. Scouring the Earth for his allies he is determined to finish what Voldermort started. To conquer both the wizarding and muggle world. Who is he? No one knows yet. But we will all soon find out.
1998...
Years have passed since the day that the beloved Harry Potter graduated from the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed from that day the dark lord was vanquished, all has been well. The ministry is running smoothly again, there is peace in the streets, and no fear in the Wizarding community whatsoever thanks to the great Harry Potter. The retired hero has moved to North America to live out a peaceful life.
2008...
Hogsmeade has grown so much that it has gained the status of a city and is now rivaled against places like London and Diagon Alley. It is a popular place for the young and old with bustling activity from the Village Square to the Park.
But this era of light must come to an end; there must always be evil to balance out the good. Said evil is still out there. After the final battle a few cowardice yet smart Death Eaters managed to escape the scene and make it alive. In one final meeting it was decided that it would be best to lie low until the time presented itself once again to make the world their own. Cast out all over the world it was assumed even by them that they hay day was officially over and that they would have to live the rest of their lives in solitude.
Thats what they assumed. Until one decided he would live under the Ministry no longer. That the hay day of the Death Eaters needed a desperate return. Scouring the Earth for his allies he is determined to finish what Voldermort started. To conquer both the wizarding and muggle world. Who is he? No one knows yet. But we will all soon find out.
Now
Another war is coming. Pick your sides quickly. The world we know is changing.
Joscerelle - August 21, 2008 06:00 AM (GMT)
The Charmed Life
Living life in a shroud of secrets isn’t easy. Especially when the biggest secret you’ve got is that you have magickal powers and a war between good and evil is a never ending conflict between witches and demons.
In the massive city of Chicago there’s a life out there that very few can even start to imagine; a life full of potions, spells, and magick that an everyday person can’t see, or chooses to ignore. With a battle like this raging in our streets how can we possible live regular lives? No one expects anyone to be normal, but this abnormality is a wonder in itself.
Now in the height of magical growth and in the infancy of this new millennium there is a new generation of witches, warlocks, demons, white lighters, dark lighters, and cupids. Sure most of them are trying to just get by but many are trying to change the world; for the better or even for the worse.
Chicago is a jungle, a war zone of traffic, pollution, culture, and art, but this… this city is where magick is our reality.
The Charmed Life
The Charmed Life
TurkFox - August 21, 2008 10:38 AM (GMT)
I've got two for you - a Harry Potter one: A Turn Of Events which is quite active and great fun. I can't seem to find our ad on my computer but I'll edit if I find it.
Also have this: Redwood House which is a British boarding school (run by real Brits). We don't have as many members as you asked for because we haven't been open long, but we're started to get active now. xD
Also have this: Redwood House which is a British boarding school (run by real Brits). We don't have as many members as you asked for because we haven't been open long, but we're started to get active now. xD
Z.R. - August 21, 2008 11:18 AM (GMT)
Not sure if we quite fit your member preference but we're getting there >3
Old School Wolf Role Play
---> http://bygones.zrkonium.net
------>Walkthrough - Rules - FAQ - Link Back
let bygones be BYGONES
Old School Wolf Role Play
- -- No minimums, maximums or expectations aside from decent grammar and something to reply to. That's the point, right?
-- Allies and enemies are always wanted and site-to-site interaction loved.
-- User driven and site wide plots to involve everyone (when they happen . . .)
-- We like realism but it isn't top dog around here. Semi realism; human emotions, wars, and drama.
-- Lovely scavengers to interact with and role play if you can snag one.
-- Open ranks and open lone wolf spots.
- -- New skins all the time. You're in charge of the logos with our monthly banner hoard.
-- Wolf Icons to represent your little creation.
-- Tags to separate you from the rest.
-- Fully customized IPB board; in so many ways.
- -- Nothing big happens without your input. Including staff changes. We're a democracy.
-- Friendly members and staff; no cliques in sight.
- -- Was opened on August 18th and has a fair amount of wolves already.
-- Is made up of three regions; many areas to role play.
-- Has one pack but others may be formed at any moment.
-- Always has ranks open; new ranks show up when the hierarchy is full.
---> http://bygones.zrkonium.net
------>Walkthrough - Rules - FAQ - Link Back
Kwentra - August 21, 2008 11:20 AM (GMT)
As you mentioned that you will do Medieval I thought I would leave you our advert. :-)
Board Name: Legends of Man
Board URL: Legends of M A N
Board Name: Legends of Man
Board URL: Legends of M A N
"Fifteen Hundred Years have passed in the current age of man. The multitude of creatures I have created have come together to live in relative harmony. However, unrest has reared its ugly head. Two families fight for the throne: the Aloch family and the Mon'dia family.
Both families have a long history of conflict. From the moment I created both, I could see the world was not big enough to comfortably hold them all. However, by that time, it was too late for my intervention.
The Mon'Dia have many supporters, and they are popular. A family who base their ruling on the arts, on music, dancing and joy. A beautiful family- but of very little substance. They could not bring themselves to uphold laws.
The Aloch too have their supporters. The Aloch are useful; They are full of ideas and wisdom, and they are resourceful. In their own way, they too are a beautiful family. They ruled with more strength and upheld laws. As can be expected, they are not so popular amongst the criminal element.
Both families fight with force. Both wish to claim the throne. Both claim their right to it. Their hatred for one another has reached a fever pitch, and both families are using their sway to influence my creatures to join the fight. Treason, Murder, Tactics, Military Operations, Espionage. It has grown into a war.
A war for freedom, a war for Illiria, a war for their lives...
This world is not only for those that are human, for my creativity spans far beyond the simple human being. From those who cannot die, to those who are forced to walk the this world cursed to live in death. Those of pointed ear, winged back or beastly heart. All inhabit the earth I created, all live through me..."
-The Creator
Which side will you join?
Both families have a long history of conflict. From the moment I created both, I could see the world was not big enough to comfortably hold them all. However, by that time, it was too late for my intervention.
The Mon'Dia have many supporters, and they are popular. A family who base their ruling on the arts, on music, dancing and joy. A beautiful family- but of very little substance. They could not bring themselves to uphold laws.
The Aloch too have their supporters. The Aloch are useful; They are full of ideas and wisdom, and they are resourceful. In their own way, they too are a beautiful family. They ruled with more strength and upheld laws. As can be expected, they are not so popular amongst the criminal element.
Both families fight with force. Both wish to claim the throne. Both claim their right to it. Their hatred for one another has reached a fever pitch, and both families are using their sway to influence my creatures to join the fight. Treason, Murder, Tactics, Military Operations, Espionage. It has grown into a war.
A war for freedom, a war for Illiria, a war for their lives...
This world is not only for those that are human, for my creativity spans far beyond the simple human being. From those who cannot die, to those who are forced to walk the this world cursed to live in death. Those of pointed ear, winged back or beastly heart. All inhabit the earth I created, all live through me..."
-The Creator
Which side will you join?
junebug! - August 21, 2008 09:44 PM (GMT)
Would you be interested in Star Wars at all? We meet all your other requirements :)
- There was supposed to be peace after his death. Things should have turned around, and people should have become happy. For once in a century, people could lead their lives with hopes, dreams, and joy. Never again would they have to hide and fear the darkness, but instead open up to the light and let it in. This was the world that should have been. Darth Sidious was forever gone - now, it was a reign of prosperity.
Jedis were once again, but the evil Sith never would be.
Or would they?
Now, the sweet life is coming to an end, and the control of the Sith is growing more powerful every day. The major problem? They are stronger, crueler, and more destructive than ever before.
There is war and chaos in the galaxy. Will you blacken your heart and join the Sith Prestige? Or will you rebel against the Sith, and join the Rebel Underground? Or will you have no desire to join any order, and stay neutral? Maybe you've decided to join the famous Jedi Order...
A war, a revolution, is upon us. Are you prepared?
When can we walk the streets of Coruscant as free people?
complete plot | rules | faq's | canons
When can we walk the streets of Coruscant as free people?
complete plot | rules | faq's | canons
Jay Serge - August 21, 2008 10:16 PM (GMT)
Our site is a freeform rpg. We do not limit the role-play with main plots but give our members the opportunity to explore exotic cultures, create characters of many walks of life and race, as well as indulge in the depth of our magic and Steamskills systems.
Welcome to the Steampunk world of Legend Makers.
Seeing as we have a lack of main plot line, here's a bit about our current political situation:
The former King was lately found to have died of natural causes at the age of 35. Predicted cause of death was heart failure. Unknown to most, the result of his kingship's death was from a large quantity of Foxglove in his soup, which in small doses is classed as a drug used to aid those with weak hearts, yet large doses can prove fatal.
Following the death of the King, his child Alexander the III has taken up the role of monarch at the young age of 7 years old. Due to his age and inexperience, the Church has offered their services in helping run the Kingdom temporally until his 16th birthday when he can take his rightful position in the political world, seeing as his knowledge of the political world and faith will be up to acceptable standards.
Unknown to the public, the Church has lead the continent for the past 100 years by pulling such stunts similar to this one:
Monarchs have been used as political puppets, to be used when useful and discarded when posing a threat, much like the former king Alfred the IV. His Rule was cut shot due to a few outcries on his half against the Churches current place in the political world, (unaware, every decision he ever took as King was moulded by the Churches very hands). This lead to a momentary laps in the peoples respect for the Church. The Puppets strings were quickly cut away, opening a position for a new monarch, a new face for the church to hide there scheming behind.
Welcome to the Steampunk world of Legend Makers.
Seeing as we have a lack of main plot line, here's a bit about our current political situation:
The former King was lately found to have died of natural causes at the age of 35. Predicted cause of death was heart failure. Unknown to most, the result of his kingship's death was from a large quantity of Foxglove in his soup, which in small doses is classed as a drug used to aid those with weak hearts, yet large doses can prove fatal.
Following the death of the King, his child Alexander the III has taken up the role of monarch at the young age of 7 years old. Due to his age and inexperience, the Church has offered their services in helping run the Kingdom temporally until his 16th birthday when he can take his rightful position in the political world, seeing as his knowledge of the political world and faith will be up to acceptable standards.
Unknown to the public, the Church has lead the continent for the past 100 years by pulling such stunts similar to this one:
Monarchs have been used as political puppets, to be used when useful and discarded when posing a threat, much like the former king Alfred the IV. His Rule was cut shot due to a few outcries on his half against the Churches current place in the political world, (unaware, every decision he ever took as King was moulded by the Churches very hands). This lead to a momentary laps in the peoples respect for the Church. The Puppets strings were quickly cut away, opening a position for a new monarch, a new face for the church to hide there scheming behind.
ShadowAngel - August 22, 2008 12:23 AM (GMT)
the Dark Times Upon Us
The time of peace is over and a new war has begun. Those that sought refuge at Hogwarts were only greeted with the remains of what used to be the castle. Five years ago, after the Death Eaters had finally shown the Wizarding world that they have regained their power destroyed it.
A new dark lord has risen, taking control of the Ministry, and the Wizard World. Those whose ancestors were part of the Order and those who wish to long to have the peace restored have regrouped, calling themselves the Resistance and vowing to bring the peace that has been destroyed back into existence. It won't be easy, the Death Eaters are stronger than ever.
The Aurors, once thought as peace keepers, have started to hunt out Muggles and those they deem unworthy of using magic. Now they have focused on pockets of the Resistance, hoping to wipe them out before they have a chance to make a stand.
Battles and duels threaten to take place on a daily basis and spies are starting to infiltrate both sides. Although most members of the Resistance have their alignment unknown only a few are starting to make theirs known.
In this war there is no in between; a side must be chosen: Death Eater or Resistance?
Which side will you choose?
almost moon. - August 22, 2008 01:58 PM (GMT)
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At the turn of the century, Bridgerton wasn't even on the map.
- It wasn't world-renowned for its astounding size and lineup of overqualified teachers. In truth, it was just a man and his four students. But Bridgerton Magical Institute is proof that small steps are needed to reach that one, seemingly farfetched goal.
Taken over by Thomas Bridgerton, with his students Francesca St. Claire, Simon Thompson, William Sheffield, and Phillip Stirling, Bridgerton Magical Institute has grown over the decades, but its visions remain the same. It aims to hone wizards and witches’ magical capabilities to the fullest. Equipped with the best facilities and the best teachers, Bridgerton promises wizards and witches the best standards.
But it's tough, being a magic school in Hogwarts' backyard.
- After all, how can a tiny, century-old little school compete with the one that housed the Boy Who Lived?
With the resignation of the headmaster who had been on the job for almost fifty years, Bridgerton Magical Institute had almost been pushed into obscurity. Its students? Alumni's children, whose parents have so much trust in its educational quality; those who had gone into hiding in search of someplace to stay without being found out; or simply Hogwarts rejects.
Can a new headmaster, his deputies, and the Bridgerton students keep their beloved school from dying?
Blue Bloods - August 22, 2008 04:49 PM (GMT)
We could be for you! Best of luck!
*NR Staff* - August 22, 2008 05:11 PM (GMT)
Hm, why not try TNR: http://www.thenetherrealm.com/forum/
We are a medieval fantasy site with a friendly community and active OOC and IC boards.
We are a medieval fantasy site with a friendly community and active OOC and IC boards.
Elenlond - August 23, 2008 02:19 AM (GMT)
Elenlond isn't set in the near-past, but it is an original medieval fantasy forum. Our word minimum is 100, so if you simpmly can't post more than a paragraph with a person, it's no sweat. Most of our members, however, tend to write 400-700 words easily. The staff and the members are friendly and active. We have a unique abilities system that allows for complete customization of one's character without the hassle of shops. If you're interested, please see below. =)
Elenlond...
A land of mystery, beauty, and power.
In recent times there has been some upheaval as those of the free lands - known as both the Scattered and the Middle Isles - begin to fear the power that the deities exercise over the two main continents, Esiria and Soare. Although no god has endeavoured to conquer the free isles, the people still fear. And there is talk that some have formed groups in Esiria and Soare in support of removing the deities, those who invaded their homeland.
The deities did not choose Elenlond, although they certainly named it. After their original homeland, Mianor, imploded on itself and the world began to devour its own entity, the gods gathered as many of their surviving citizens as they could, pushing them through the largest of the rifts that had begun to form in Mianor. There they travelled, weary from their travels, uncertain of their future.
This time was known as The Great Migration.
It lasted for many weeks - perhaps even months; few kept journals of their journey, and many perished along the way - but eventually, there was an end in sight. The people of the old land plunged into the new and it was named Elenlond. Once they were settled, the people could only breathe:
Our Celestial Haven.
Elenlond has been around for several years, although it recently underwent renovations. Although we sport 60+ members, we are looking for active, dedicated people who will join and help activity to blossom. Our members are friendly, chatty, and we love new people. So, if you're interested, by all means join! We'd love to have you.
Elenlond...
A land of mystery, beauty, and power.
In recent times there has been some upheaval as those of the free lands - known as both the Scattered and the Middle Isles - begin to fear the power that the deities exercise over the two main continents, Esiria and Soare. Although no god has endeavoured to conquer the free isles, the people still fear. And there is talk that some have formed groups in Esiria and Soare in support of removing the deities, those who invaded their homeland.
The deities did not choose Elenlond, although they certainly named it. After their original homeland, Mianor, imploded on itself and the world began to devour its own entity, the gods gathered as many of their surviving citizens as they could, pushing them through the largest of the rifts that had begun to form in Mianor. There they travelled, weary from their travels, uncertain of their future.
This time was known as The Great Migration.
It lasted for many weeks - perhaps even months; few kept journals of their journey, and many perished along the way - but eventually, there was an end in sight. The people of the old land plunged into the new and it was named Elenlond. Once they were settled, the people could only breathe:
Our Celestial Haven.
Elenlond has been around for several years, although it recently underwent renovations. Although we sport 60+ members, we are looking for active, dedicated people who will join and help activity to blossom. Our members are friendly, chatty, and we love new people. So, if you're interested, by all means join! We'd love to have you.
stryker - August 23, 2008 05:48 AM (GMT)
hey! i'm not sure if you're still searching for forums but be sure to stop by unmasked and give us a look. it's a brand new, just opened forum which is basically about one's life of stardom. start with nothing and work your way to the big leagues! i know that although on first glances, there's nobody there, but that's only because of the lack of proper advertisement these past two days (i only made the forum on thursday so yeah.) however, i do plan to do almost nonstop advertising for the site, so expect to find a growing group of RPers soon!
long story short, we might not have much of a community now, but it's coming. I guarantee you so.
I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
Imagine this if you will. A new kid walks out of the airport, ripe from his flight from nowhere to LA. He has enough luggage to last him a lifetime, just because he's the new kid. Dressed in a pair of lame overalls and a nerdy collared shirt, he's pulling along a suitcase just crammed with more overalls and shirts. You might wonder what he's doing here, until he walks outside. There, he finds a sparkling new limo waiting for him, with a chauffeur standing out holding the door open for him in one hand. In the other, a large oak tag sign, with the new kid's name plastered onto the board. Still can't figure out why he's here? Well. This will give it away.
The limo quickly brings this new kid to the best recording studios in LA, where a young skinny woman dressed in black awaits. Flicking her blonde hair aside, she quickly pulls the new kid out of the car, with a devilish grin smirk on her face. "Well kid. How's LA?" Before he could reply, he found himself sitting in one of the rooms of the studios, with headphones on his ears and a mic to his mouth. "And go." he hears in the headphones.
With the opening of his mouth, music like none other spills out, his talent unimpressive to the directors. They've heard everybody by now, and it really wasn't anything special to them, except it was better than most people. "Your contract kid." He was signed with the directors anyways.
Fast forward several months...
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
That new kid is now a master in the arts, a billionaire in months. An instant mega-hit as they say. His lame overalls now replaced by the most stylish jeans ever seen by the world. His nerdy collar shirt, now with the collar popped and checkered patterns made obsolete by the solid pastel pink. Donning a ravenous pair of shades, he struts out of his million dollar mansion, surrounded by the paparazzi, aiming and ready to shoot... to capture of course. A picture of him now goes for a hundred bucks, the monster he is. All of this, a result of his revolutionized life by the mere months in the city.
However, he's not the same person he was before. No. He's now a citizen of stardom. Once a citizen, always a citizen. Drugs, alcohol, love affairs. When it all ends, he's experienced the feeling of stardom. The feeling of wealth and the feeling of fame. But with it, the corruption of his mind. Envy, greed, sloth, wrath, gluttony, pride and lust. The seven sins, embodied in his very mind. But that's the price of fame. As they say, no pain, no gain.
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial
So, when will your turn come?
When will you rise to fame and wealth?
When will you become unmasked?
long story short, we might not have much of a community now, but it's coming. I guarantee you so.
I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
Imagine this if you will. A new kid walks out of the airport, ripe from his flight from nowhere to LA. He has enough luggage to last him a lifetime, just because he's the new kid. Dressed in a pair of lame overalls and a nerdy collared shirt, he's pulling along a suitcase just crammed with more overalls and shirts. You might wonder what he's doing here, until he walks outside. There, he finds a sparkling new limo waiting for him, with a chauffeur standing out holding the door open for him in one hand. In the other, a large oak tag sign, with the new kid's name plastered onto the board. Still can't figure out why he's here? Well. This will give it away.
The limo quickly brings this new kid to the best recording studios in LA, where a young skinny woman dressed in black awaits. Flicking her blonde hair aside, she quickly pulls the new kid out of the car, with a devilish grin smirk on her face. "Well kid. How's LA?" Before he could reply, he found himself sitting in one of the rooms of the studios, with headphones on his ears and a mic to his mouth. "And go." he hears in the headphones.
With the opening of his mouth, music like none other spills out, his talent unimpressive to the directors. They've heard everybody by now, and it really wasn't anything special to them, except it was better than most people. "Your contract kid." He was signed with the directors anyways.
Fast forward several months...
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
That new kid is now a master in the arts, a billionaire in months. An instant mega-hit as they say. His lame overalls now replaced by the most stylish jeans ever seen by the world. His nerdy collar shirt, now with the collar popped and checkered patterns made obsolete by the solid pastel pink. Donning a ravenous pair of shades, he struts out of his million dollar mansion, surrounded by the paparazzi, aiming and ready to shoot... to capture of course. A picture of him now goes for a hundred bucks, the monster he is. All of this, a result of his revolutionized life by the mere months in the city.
However, he's not the same person he was before. No. He's now a citizen of stardom. Once a citizen, always a citizen. Drugs, alcohol, love affairs. When it all ends, he's experienced the feeling of stardom. The feeling of wealth and the feeling of fame. But with it, the corruption of his mind. Envy, greed, sloth, wrath, gluttony, pride and lust. The seven sins, embodied in his very mind. But that's the price of fame. As they say, no pain, no gain.
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial
So, when will your turn come?
When will you rise to fame and wealth?
When will you become unmasked?
Scaramouche54 - August 23, 2008 05:55 AM (GMT)
Small town boarding school? check. Ten to twenty members? almost check. Beginner/Intermediate/For everyone? check.
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?
BEE! - August 23, 2008 11:51 PM (GMT)
THE YEAR IS 2057
Harry Potter had a dream, and in that dream he saw purebloods, halfbloods, and muggleborn children getting along. After he defeated Lord Voldemort, he believed that that dream would soon become a reality. Peace came over the wizarding world, and everyone believed that things were finally beginning to come together. Harry had his children, felt pleased with what he had done, and stepped down to let those of the next generation continue what he had strive to achieve. Even Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic, stepped down and handed the reigns over to the next Minister. This Minister happened to be a Pureblood, but he was perfect for the job, or at least we thought he was.
Hidden agenda, that's what they called it. His name was Septimus Flint, and while he looked like the best candidate for the job on the outside on the inside Flint still had some of that Pureblood prejudice in him, though he honestly tried to suppress it and rule justly. Then there was, of course, the fact that Septimus Flint was too weak of a Minister. Enter Jove Montague, the leader of the Mors Mortis and best friend to Septimus Flint. For a long time the Mors Mortis was simply a club for Purebloods who believed that they were still, to put it bluntly, the shit. With Flint's love for his best friend, and Montague's need for vengence, Flint was thrown into a very deadly situation. He had the choice - the wizarding world, or his best friend. Unfortunately, he chose the latter which resulted in the little Pureblood fanclub to become a full-blown deadly force - much deadlier than the Death Eaters ever were!
Soon the halfblood and muggleborn people were being caught in raids, and rounded up like sheep. Septimus Flint could only look on in shock and disgust as his best friend went on this bloody rampage, but he could only do so much for the poor people. It was his decision to keep the now fearful people in the wizarding world instead of throwing them out to fend for themselves, its was his decision to keep Jove from killing them all off by having what he considered "a fair trail". Despite all of this, he was silently pleased that the Purebloods were once again on top, though he didn't enjoy the bloodshed. Many lost their lives in the first few raids, and it caused an uproar. Some time after those raids Septimus lost his wife, Drusilla. Albus Potter was brought to have a trail on suspicion of these charges, and was soon put to death - put to death by a bunch of Purebloods.
Since then, things have quieted down a bit. Those of "impure blood" are too afraid to do anything that may cause a riot, especially with the Mors Mortis as deadly as they are. However, one man has finally had enough. His name is Gideon Sloper, the son of Lily Potter who lost her life after a raid gone wrong. He is sick of this injustice, and since Septimus Flint refuses to do anything about it, he and a group of rebels have decided to take it upon themselves to bring this world back to the way that it used to be, back to the way that Harry Potter dreamed it would be. So the question is, are you born to resist?
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antisocialist87 - August 25, 2008 05:42 AM (GMT)
While we still are very new, it does involve boarding schools - and while it may not fit your criteria for being present day, it's still none too difficult to play - and has an interesting concept as well.
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| -My Dearest Friend - I hope the weather finds you well, and that your spirits are just as well. I know that this letter is quite overdue, as you have implored me many times that I write to you. My status here is well, and it would be a honor to have you here too. The year is 1904 - and our dear, dear Queen Victoria, she's been dead for 3 years now. While parts of the world seem to be rife with unrest, our little area of England seems to be doing fine. Our school has changed hands, and we're positive that you'll love it here. Our owners mysteriously disappeared in 1901 - around the time of the death of our beloved Queen. Still, we continue to work, and the chatter amongst girls of our station still continues on. The biggest chatter is the mystery of what happened to Mr. and Missus Pennington - and why is it that they have disappeared so suddenly. Their whereabouts are a mystery to all of England - though it truly is fun to talk about them and devise rumors. We have gotten a new headmistress, and she's such a sweet woman. We adore her so very much. The word here is that a building near us is being renovated into a school for gentlemen. Our matron is unnerved by this concept, and has given us a long lecture regarding how we should behave as the fairer sex, but for the life of me, it truly is difficult. It is hard to not hear about the times that the young menfolk come in and tour the school. Sometimes, we'll take secret excursions to the other campus, as it isn't very far from here - it is only within walking distance. Our classes are difficult, and we are expected to do our best on everything. We are expected to excel in our studies, and become decent housewives and mothers. We learn about the arts and other countries, but never a thing about politics. Politicking is something that is truly too much for many of our female minds, though young women at this school exist that seem to dream about it. Still, you'll find many here that are interesting, many who aren't, many who will positively get on your last nerve, and so much more. We are but a motley little crew at this school, and with your intelligence, you'll likely get in on a scholarship. Perhaps I can put in a word for you? I dreadfully hope so. The name? Oh yes - it's the Pennington Academy for Young Ladies. You'll fit in well here, I assure you. Regards! -S. |
zander - August 25, 2008 03:26 PM (GMT)
RADIO WAR!
radio war is a forum for those who consider themselves
writers before role-players, who are tired of e-drama and
imbeciles and are simply looking for a place to challenge
and inspire themselves. those of all writing levels are accepted
and sorted into a group that bests suits their current skills.
radio war is all about improvement and the different member
groups are designed so that over time members can move
up as they refine their skills. we also have a hefty amount
of role-play resource and chat boards. the forum is equipped
with awesome features and countless ways to develop your
writing. there are character battles where participants are
given prompts to base characters off of concepts as offbeat
as the kitchen table or adapt the star crossed lover romeo
montage for modern times. there are writing challenges
where all the community members post responses to a given
prompt or writing battles where two members go head to
head and much, much more. radio war is always looking for
new members, so take the time to check us out today!
rules & application & group criteria & faq
radio war is a forum for those who consider themselves
writers before role-players, who are tired of e-drama and
imbeciles and are simply looking for a place to challenge
and inspire themselves. those of all writing levels are accepted
and sorted into a group that bests suits their current skills.
radio war is all about improvement and the different member
groups are designed so that over time members can move
up as they refine their skills. we also have a hefty amount
of role-play resource and chat boards. the forum is equipped
with awesome features and countless ways to develop your
writing. there are character battles where participants are
given prompts to base characters off of concepts as offbeat
as the kitchen table or adapt the star crossed lover romeo
montage for modern times. there are writing challenges
where all the community members post responses to a given
prompt or writing battles where two members go head to
head and much, much more. radio war is always looking for
new members, so take the time to check us out today!
rules & application & group criteria & faq
LaResistance - September 2, 2008 04:50 AM (GMT)
I guess I can post this here since you said you are looking for anything. :p
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Welcome To Shibuya. Only It's not the Shibuya you think it is. This Shibuya is called the UG the underground, it's a parallel dimension from the real Shibuya. Why are you here? Well, you died of course. And now we are giving you a second chance at life. Since you handed over your most treasured possession, you can now play the Reapers Game. You have 7 days to complete 7 missions. Fail to complete one, and face Erasure. Lets see if you are worthy enough to live again.
& & & & LadyHellsing - September 2, 2008 05:01 AM (GMT)
Don't know if you would be interested in mine, but here it is...
Black Oak Riding Academy Horses and Drama, who could want more?
Summertime and the living is easy...
Well, that's not always true. Especially at the prestigious Black Oak Riding Academy, nestled in the Ozark Mountains. It's quiet and secluded. The closest town is 30 miles away and heck, it doesn't even have a McDonalds. So with the academic section of the school closed down and a small town the closest thing to civilization you will get, how much trouble can the students get into?
You'll spread your wings , and you'll take to the sky
The answer to that question is up for you to decide.
Several storms tore through the town of Black Ridge, and did some pretty major damage to both the town and the school. The head mistress, Melanie Darling, had no choice but to close the school down before the end of the semester and make repairs for to the school. Now it's back open, for the summer Riding Semester, and there's other plans being hatched as well, by the well meaning, but somewhat tactless Head Mistress.
One of these mornings you're going to rise up singing
In this game the plots are voted on and decided by you, the rp players.
You decide who you want to be...
A student
A teacher
A member of the town
Or a kid from Brickwood Youth Village, a home for trouble teens who have no place to go.
We have several Cannon Characters for you to choose from including...
Members of the Darling Family (owners of Black Oak Riding Academy) (26 known members of the family)
Towns People (8 known)
Stable Workers (grooms, trainers, stable hands) (11 known)
So hush little baby, don't you cry
Black Oak Riding Academy ride with the best, play with the best, BE the best
Black Oak Riding Academy Horses and Drama, who could want more?
Summertime and the living is easy...
Well, that's not always true. Especially at the prestigious Black Oak Riding Academy, nestled in the Ozark Mountains. It's quiet and secluded. The closest town is 30 miles away and heck, it doesn't even have a McDonalds. So with the academic section of the school closed down and a small town the closest thing to civilization you will get, how much trouble can the students get into?
You'll spread your wings , and you'll take to the sky
The answer to that question is up for you to decide.
Several storms tore through the town of Black Ridge, and did some pretty major damage to both the town and the school. The head mistress, Melanie Darling, had no choice but to close the school down before the end of the semester and make repairs for to the school. Now it's back open, for the summer Riding Semester, and there's other plans being hatched as well, by the well meaning, but somewhat tactless Head Mistress.
One of these mornings you're going to rise up singing
In this game the plots are voted on and decided by you, the rp players.
You decide who you want to be...
A student
A teacher
A member of the town
Or a kid from Brickwood Youth Village, a home for trouble teens who have no place to go.
We have several Cannon Characters for you to choose from including...
Members of the Darling Family (owners of Black Oak Riding Academy) (26 known members of the family)
Towns People (8 known)
Stable Workers (grooms, trainers, stable hands) (11 known)
So hush little baby, don't you cry
Black Oak Riding Academy ride with the best, play with the best, BE the best
Epiphany - September 2, 2008 05:52 PM (GMT)
Hello,
You might want to give us a try. We're not overly complicated and have great friendly people.
Located in the northeast section of Rhydin in the city of New Haven, a city that has no regulated law enforcement, and no ruling government, the Tel'Ranaemyn Inn seeks to be a refuge to those in need, or those in need of a place to lie low.
Rhydin is the name of the country and the name of the continent. It is a unique place and exists in a Nexus. This means that all manner of creatures, from the year 2285 or 10,000 BC could potentially find their way here. Perhaps they were driving their car in modern-day Manhattan, made a wrong turn, and suddenly found themselves in a very different place? Or maybe a caveman ran inside a cave to hide from T-Rex and found himself in this strange new world. A sailors ship is tossed about in the seas and he finds himself here. The possibilities are endless.
Not all the inhabitants of Rhydin get along, no place is as peaceful as that. Different races and cultures make for a vast myriad of belief systems and political views. It's possible that some may have ideas to another, as people learn to find comparisons and compromises. Everyday life in Rhydin can be not so ordinary.
With a forest to the North and the ocean and docks bordering the East, New Haven is a steadily growing city that is ripe for almost anything.
Thanks for the consideration!
xprincessgwenythx - September 2, 2008 06:07 PM (GMT)
Welcome to
The first American boarding school in Japan.
Curious in becoming a part of the family?
Then please check out our video brochure.
The first American boarding school in Japan.
Curious in becoming a part of the family?
Then please check out our video brochure.
Lei - September 2, 2008 06:55 PM (GMT)
Board Name: Age of Destiny
Url: http://z4.invisionfree.com/Age_of_Destiny/
Theme: Cold War AU featuring superheroes and supervillains.
Description:
Welcome to a world where men in capes can fly.
Welcome to a world where the Cold War wasn’t cold.
Welcome to a world where the theories of a German Expatriate hold to power to destroy the fabric of reality itself.
The year is 2008.
Welcome to New Atlantis City.
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In the wake of the 1989 “M-Day” bombing, the world has been transformed. When a Russian missile destroyed New York City, it also tore holes in the fabric of reality and gave birth to a generation of meta-humans… a generation of potential super-heroes, composed of irradiated mutants, castaways from other worlds, and victims of both mad and terrifyingly sane science.
New technology is on the rise, as well as a whole new scope of possibilities. But also on the rise are crime, poverty, and corruption. The city of New Atlantis, once a haven for the lost, has turned into a grandiose slum, slowly tearing itself apart from the inside. Enter the masked revolution – a movement of vigilantism that has been sweeping the nation. Villains and Heroes have clamored from the dust of M-Day and the Dark Wednesday earthquake.
It is here for you to decide:
Will this be an age of chaos?
Or an Age of Destiny?
zuca1988 - September 2, 2008 08:14 PM (GMT)
fame hides her head in the clouds. but being normal starts here
"" RULES | CANON LIST | FACE CLAIM | ADVERTISE | AFFILIATE ""
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.
"" RULES | CANON LIST | FACE CLAIM | ADVERTISE | AFFILIATE ""
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.
Timezten - September 4, 2008 06:01 AM (GMT)
Hmmm... I got to ask, are you stuck on that pg-13 and 10 to 20 I mean we're fairly new so who knows we might have those numbers soon but as of now... not so much. As for pg - 13 well we're rated NC-17 and main plot involves witchcraft. Not as an religion but still... anyway I offer you Project: Salem;
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt.
... 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."
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt.
... 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."
Jessica89 - September 7, 2008 09:32 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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fishycrackersxo - September 7, 2008 01:55 PM (GMT)
Not as many members as you'd asked for, but I figured I'd give it a shot anyway.
The Site
The Flipside is a brand new site. With it's first term starting on September 14th, you'll be able to start the fun with the rest of us. Staff positions are open and we're welcoming plenty of new ideas.
The Facts
Based in a public school in Vermont “The Flipside” is an original character RP. Make your character and post away. Every 20 IC posts counts as $10 raised for you club. You can RP in classes, the halls and even on the buses to and from school.
The Site
The Flipside is a brand new site. With it's first term starting on September 14th, you'll be able to start the fun with the rest of us. Staff positions are open and we're welcoming plenty of new ideas.
The Plot
Baybird High’s students are a bit competitive to say the least.
When the High School announces that they’re going to give the club that raises the most money in the fall fundraiser 2,000 dollars the whole school turns into a warzone. The Cheerleaders won’t talk to the Football Team and the Stage Crew and Drama Club are trying to sabatage eachother!
Baybird High’s students are a bit competitive to say the least.
When the High School announces that they’re going to give the club that raises the most money in the fall fundraiser 2,000 dollars the whole school turns into a warzone. The Cheerleaders won’t talk to the Football Team and the Stage Crew and Drama Club are trying to sabatage eachother!
The Facts
Based in a public school in Vermont “The Flipside” is an original character RP. Make your character and post away. Every 20 IC posts counts as $10 raised for you club. You can RP in classes, the halls and even on the buses to and from school.
morosely - September 7, 2008 03:10 PM (GMT)
Des Baroches Casino & Resort. Everyone everywhere has heard of the place, what with it reaching world fame in what seemed to be a week. It’s one of the world’s foremost places to visit if only for it’s location on the coast of Monte Negro. A place that makes Las Vegas look clean and virginal and Hollywood appear to be just another suburban town. The place is home to one of the best restaurants in Europe and is in all sort of magazines more than the next great Hollywood train wreck. It’s become a lifestyle in and of it’s self and the world around wants a piece of that action.
And why shouldn’t it be so popular? With big budget movies dying to film a scene here or there and all sorts of shows going on, well, it’s better than anything else in the world. Certainly Hollywood doesn’t offer as great of a shot as watching the latest big budget action star blow hundred at the crap table just like you. Or the amazing not so slim chance in hell of actually seeing that model you stare at in the magazines at the table next to you. It’s a social equalizer like no other if you could actually manage to afford it. Really, the resort itself has to be the headlines favourite story since it’s always mentioned along with the heiress who might be dating the popstar who wears those skimpy skirts.
Though not all of the headlines are what they could be. January 5th a body was found off the coast of Sicily of all places, later identified to be one of the resort’s former customers. Reports suggest he may have gotten into a bit of trouble with loan sharks since there are gangs of them roaming around the casino freely since it’d be wrong to kick someone out because they look sketch. But not to worry, the man was later found to have overdosed on some nasty little drug, leading people to believe that there might be a drug ring somewhere within the resort. And while Des Baroches denies this, well, let's just say common sense will lead to think otherwise. Which may just say something about the clientele since they’ve gotten more visitors yearly since then.
After all, a small threat of drug dealers or winding up in a ditch somewhere with all your limbs broken is worth it to some of the visitors. Worth it to say that you stayed at the greatest place on earth and hit it big. Or perhaps you lost it all? Really no on will know until you man up, book a trip and take the risk. Des Baroches promises to make it a regrettable mistake you want to do again and again…
ThoughtlessEpiphany - September 9, 2008 01:36 AM (GMT)
these two are new, but there's a good few people there
Welcome to We All Have Secrets
We are a ART boarding school in lovely Italy. We have people from all over the the world coming here.
But this isn't your typical art school, everybody here has a secret. you can try and keep it,but prepare for the worse to surface
Welcome to We All Have Secrets
We are a ART boarding school in lovely Italy. We have people from all over the the world coming here.
But this isn't your typical art school, everybody here has a secret. you can try and keep it,but prepare for the worse to surface
- "Welcome to St Mary's/St Peter's Catholic school. Situated on the outskirts of Little Rock, Arkansas we are devoted to serving God. Our little angels of this school are blessings and each one will learn about the Almighty. Maybe they came here on their own whim, or maybe they have gotten on trou-"
This is the typical letter to these two schools. St Mary's has been designated as the girls' school, and St Peter's for the boys. The schools have seperate classes and campuses, but mix when it's time for clubs and dances. The nuns and ministers all claim their children are saints, but everyone knows what goes down in Catholic schools. Either the sexy uniform of plaid skirts with white shirts and red ties that the girls wear get the boys of St Peter's "excited" or the girls are enticed by the boys habits of smoking behind the bushes. The churches and schools really have no idea that their students don't live by the precious Bible. But by their own motto...
* Live, Laugh, Love !
* Live, Laugh, Love !