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Animorphs Section => Animorphs Role Playing => Topic started by: -1-2-3- on August 26, 2008, 04:24:29 AM
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this is an RPG based off of Eoin Colfers book The Supernaturalists.
In Satellite City, the city of the future, the rooftops are patrolled by the Supernaturalists. These are groups of teenagers whose sixth sense has been awakened by a combination of the chemical fog that hangs over the city and near death experience. The Supernaturalists are the only ones who can see the ghostly blue creatures that infest the entire city, feeding on human life force. They decide to save humanity by blasting these parasites with their LR2s. It shouldn't be too difficult, all they have to do is track down and vapourise thousands of supernatural creatures and avoid becoming prey themselves.
if you want to join:
Name:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Near Death Experience:
Affiliation:
Not all people who can see the creatures have had a near death experience. some people, called 'bartoli babies' have different abilities, such as seeing the creatures, but stay as short as children for the duration of their lives.
the affiliation does not have to be supernaturalist, as their are people who would harness the creatures abilities to clean the skies of Satellite city as Terrorists. Or Racers, who race, but draw in the atttention of the creatures unknowingly, and trade with the supernaturalists
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Oooh, I LOVE this BOOK!!
I don't have time this moment, but I'll draw up a profile the first chance I have. :)
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wow, quick reply!
but anyway, i need to say:
1. characters from the book can be brought in.
2. the lair/building they use will be used in this RPG.
3. a character can be an orphan or not, as the main character in the book is an orphan.
4. do NOT god-mod. i shouldn't need to say this, but people do anyway if i don't.
5. give other charcters a chance.
6. bartoli babies have one other ability.
7. the police attack when you attack the creatures, and then, if you really raise hell, lawyers come (i know, sounds cheesey, but if anyone has read the book they'd understand).
now, i think the rules have been set. as soon as people join, we can start.
Name: Dominic Santiago.
Nickname(s): Dom, anything not rude.
Age: 24
Personality: rather agressive, he gets angry whenever something he doesn't like happens (which is suprisingly often). ever since the accident, he has been known to get suprisingly angry at small things, and some of the team suspect he's mildly schizophrenic.
Appearance: (http://dynastywarriors.neoseeker.com/w/i/dynastywarriors/7/79/Magoichi_saika_sw2.png)
the gun is an antique, one of the first muskets ever. possibly still has it, nothing has been confirmed.
Near Death Experience: he was in a bar-fight, which erupted into a huge brawl. during which, he was thrown onto a 44,000 volt generator and it stopped his heart. it suprisingly didn't kill him. the supernaturalists found him, because there was one in the bar, jump-started his heart, and he's been on the team ever since.
Affiliation: Supernaturalist.
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Aheh...sorry for taking so long...I've had Calculus to bother me the past few nights, and I cannot draw up a profile RIGHT now.
I fully intend to make one within the next few days, and I apologise for the delays.
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I haven't read this book but it seems really cool.
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Aheh...sorry for taking so long...I've had Calculus to bother me the past few nights, and I cannot draw up a profile RIGHT now.
I fully intend to make one within the next few days, and I apologise for the delays.
it's fine, i don't really expect people to be able to do it in three seconds.
I haven't read this book but it seems really cool.
i think it's an e-book somewhere. well, it probably would be, and it's a really good book, with a twist at the end.
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Name: Sofia Clarke
Nickname(s): Sofi, Sof, Fia
Age: 22
Personality: Sofi is calm, quiet, and unassuming. She works hard at everything, but she doesn't ever really EXCEL. A B-and-C-student in college, just trying to get through her classes, she doesn't pay a lot of attention to the world around her...and it's about to put her in the path of danger.
Appearance: 5'4", short blonde hair and brown eyes, pretty much normal-looking. Not a face or a shape that you'd immediately notice in a crowd. Not exactly pretty, but not ugly, either. Just...ordinary.
Near Death Experience: Hasn't happened yet, but it will VERY soon. >:D
Affiliation: None, yet.
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this author rocks! this is my favourite book by him though.
i can join now right? if so:
Name: Alexis Griffiths Edwards.
Nickname(s) Age, Alex.
Age: 21, but doesn't age as fast as others.
Personality: a huge hothead, and will fight when provoked. if she gets moderately stressed out, she retreats into a book.
Appearance: a redhead, she is one of the people that makes others jealous. she is immediately noticeable, which makes it a bother when she's trying to be sneaky.
Near Death Experience: when she was 17, she got into a fight with another girl on a high building. she got pushed off, and fell onto a spike. it pierced through her body, as she was rushed to a hospital, she saw things following her. the supernaturalists went to see her in the hospital, and recruited her. ever since then, she has had trouble breathing.
Affiliation: supernaturalists.
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yeah, it's perfectly fine. i'll start it soon, although i'm slightly hoping one other person will join.
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let's get this one started, then, if no-one is joining.
"somethings going to happen tonight," i said "and it's going to be big" and when i finished saying it, an alarm went off in the distance. the little bartoli baby crawled up next to me, and said, "we're going to save them, aren't we?" with a bit of a a tired out droll to his voice. "yeah" i replied, "and i hope that by the time we get there, there'll be someone, or thing, left to kill, or save."
(this can set up the cue for estelore to enter, if you want.)
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i haven't read the books, but i'd love to give this a try.
btw, if i don't post for more that about 3 posts, i give permission for anyone who is in the RP to god-mod my char till i return
Name: Shamus McMurdock
Nickname(s): Mac, Big Mac, Farm-boy
Age: 24
Personality: a quiet farm boy from the farms of Ireland, he moved to Satellite City with his parents when he was 14, he will fight for what he believes in, especially when provoked.
Appearance: around 5'3", he is rather short and he is surprisingly agile, making him an extremely fast runner. he has short cropped red hair, because of the way his father had him brought up, the so-called crazy Gunnery Sargent, Mike McMurdock of the Ireland army. he is also a remarkable shot with his modified LR2 with extended barrel, and 10x scope. because of the accident he had with his father, he has had to have both his lungs replaced with bio-mechanical chest implants, making him immune to all gas based weapons. despite his short stature, he is suprisingly strong. he also has a few tattoos. he has a tribal tattoo starting from the base of his neck,going half way down his back, the four elements in Japanese Kanji going down his right arm to his elbow, a sleve tattoo of Koi down his left arm to his elbow, and a tattoo of a dragon going down his left leg starting at the knee going down to the his ankle.
Near Death Experience: a freak accident during a hunting trip with his father when he was 11, had ended him in hospital with a about 4 shotgun slugs embedded in his chest just above his heart and both his lungs. he now has a massive "Y" shaped scar on his chest that spreads from his shoulders to his sternum, and down to his navel (bellybutton). (kinda like an autopsy scar)
Affiliation: Supernaturalists.
EDIT: for pics of his tattoo's, see the attached pics:
(http://www.everytattoo.com/data/media/5/dragon1.jpg)
(http://z.about.com/d/tattoo/1/0/L/Q/charliekoi.jpg)
(http://tn1-3.pv.deviantart.com/fs29/150/i/2008/144/5/2/Four_Elements___Kanji_by_Teakster.jpg) (that one is just the characters)
(http://www.tattoos-by-design.co.uk/rate_my_tattoo/tattoos/tattoo/act/Tribal_Back_1727661469925.jpg)
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(Thanks, Base10. I don't have time now, as I'm about to head to classes, but I'll draw up my post as soon as I have proper time for it, probably later this evening. G'day!)
Edit: Sorry, sorry, again sorry, but I've had a drastically literally-life-or-death important matter to occupy me tonight. I will tend this as soon as I can, but not tonight.
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while dom and the bartoli baby, ditto, moved to where i was picking them up, i went past where i had my accident. it brought a tear to my eye, and made me struggle to find my breath slightly. it seemed like something was going to happen, as numbers of these creatures were amassing. i tried to hit a few in the car, ((lets say i'm the one who can drive, eh?)) but they seemed to reinflate, almost. i pulled up right in front of them. "'Bought time, don't you think?" said dom's gruff voice, as he opened the door. i looked at ditto, and said "I put a booster seat in the back for you, ditto." and he replied: "oh, haha, very funny. but anyway, thanks.... a bit...."
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(Guys, for future reference, my posts are going to sound very...conversation al. As though she is telling the story to a friend...or a psychotherapist. It isn't normal for me to write informally like this, but I'll be giving it my best.)
I crossed the street of my bus stop as fast as I could, knowing that I was already too late to get from my apartment to the campus before the exams began. The traffic was especially thick today, and it had just started pouring rain. As I climbed onto the city bus, I felt a piece of gum stick to the bottom of my shoe. As I looked down at it, I tripped on my untied shoelaces and FELL into the bus, gashing my knee on the steps.
Oh, great. Just great.
It was hard not to believe that the universe was playing a very sick joke on me, and me alone.
"Hey, lady? Y'okay?"
I nodded weakly at the bus driver, recovering my composure as well as I could before claiming my seat at the back...
or rather, what SHOULD have been my seat.
Someone was already sitting in each and every seat.
Well, I guess that I'll be standing this time. I can live with that.
The bus finally hit an open stretch of road, and the driver floored it...
so naturally, I fell into the lap of the old man behind me.
"SORRY!! SORRY!! Excuse me!"
I jumped up and grabbed the nearest of the hand-loops suspended from the ceiling. To my dismay, the frayed nylon was covered in some greasy black slime, which transferred to my hand. I wiped it on my hip before I could catch myself, leaving a nasty stain.
Yuck. Hope it washes out.
The driver hit the brakes suddenly, and I tripped over my still-untied shoelaces, landing face-first in a muddy pool that had gathered in the floor, where everyone's wet shoes had drained. My clean shirt was clean no longer.
Man?!? What IS this? National Pick-On-Sofi Day?
Finally, after crawling through ridiculous traffic, I was able to stumble off the bus...
where a large "SPLATT!!" on my shoulder indicated that I was also the target of the hatred of every local bird.
Peachy-Keen. What next?
I ran as fast as I could to get to my first class, to find that I'd been locked out of the room where we'd be taking exams. A sign on the door said 'Late-comers need not enter. Go to Room 130 for the make-up exam.'
I hurried to Room 130, took my seat, and began the exam.
I didn't recognise any of the questions, despite my midnight cram-session last night. Ugh.
A strange sound at the back of the room caught my attention.
Hey. What IS that ticking noise?
It might have been my imagination, but I also thought that I heard...shouting?... in the main exam room.
Weird. Exams are QUIET. What's this? Eh. No matter. Do your work.
Suddenly, a weird vibration rippled through the room, and my desk rattled violently.
Then the world exploded into flames and pain, and I blacked out.
*some time later*
Strange voices...broken...m ade no sense....
wha?
"...planted a bomb in the main annex...AND...earth quake caused...electrical short...AND...boile r explosion...all...s ame time. Who'd...imagined...was possible? So many accidents all at once?"
"...had threats, but didn't think anything of it...stuff...this.. .all the time...couldn't know..."
"...hey...okay?"
"...is the only survivor that they could find...don't...how she did it...was...clean through..."
"Impaled?! By WHAT?!"
"...flagpole...just missed...heart...an inch...killed her, they said. Broke nearly every...in...body. Third...burns...pun ctured lung. Lucky...alive....ne ver seen such amazing good luck."
"Has it occurred...you...to day...Friday the 13th?"
I blacked out again.
I drifted, and I could feel the morphine in my system. It was making me SEVERELY nauseous. Blasted allergies. Ugh.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked down at myself. I clamped my eyes tightly shut again, to fight back the pain...
so many burns!
Wait...what pain?
With or without morphine, I should have been in agony...but...
Forget it.
I opened my eyes again, only to find myself surrounded by strange blue-coloured alien-looking things.
I was too scared and too paralyzed by bandages to fight it away, but I COULD reach the call-button.
From a distance, I could hear people shouting and running.
I blacked out again.
(The shouting and running can be a hallucination, or it can be you guys showing up. 'Sup to you.)
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(us showing up, it sounds better)
"come on, drive faster!! more dangerously!! if not, we may not make it in time to ki- i mean, try and recruit some of the survivors!"
when we finally got there, there was one charred person who was induistinguishable through the flames and burns. the creatures were still crowding around her, though. i said out "where the hell is the farm boy? he's the most aggresive, and the creatures seem to be slightly scared of him. where is he?"
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(i'll do this is 3rd person, cos i'm better at doing it like that, than in 1st person)
"You called?" Shamus said as he walked through the door into the burn victim's room.
as Shamus walked into the room, with a black leather jacket and denim jeans on, the thing saw him. It saw him, and Shamus could swear that the thing started to back away.
when the thing backed away far enough, shamus got between it at the person. he then pulled out one of his LR2 revolvers and shot it.
(i'll finish the post when i get home tonight... if i can)
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((Estelore, can you come to while we're all standing around? it'll set up a basis for recruiting you, or becoming a terrorist, or something along those lines))
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(You'll be recruiting Sofia, as soon as I have time to write her waking up. :))
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this author rocks! this is my favourite book by him though.
i can join now right? if so:
Name: Alexis Griffiths Edwards.
Nickname(s) Age, Alex.
Age: 21, but doesn't age as fast as others.
Personality: a huge hothead, and will fight when provoked. if she gets moderately stressed out, she retreats into a book.
Appearance: a redhead, she is one of the people that makes others jealous. she is immediately noticeable, which makes it a bother when she's trying to be sneaky.
Near Death Experience: when she was 17, she got into a fight with another girl on a high building. she got pushed off, and fell onto a spike. it pierced through her body, as she was rushed to a hospital, she saw things following her. the supernaturalists went to see her in the hospital, and recruited her. ever since then, she has had trouble breathing.
Affiliation: supernaturalists.
in addition to the appearance, she looks kinda like the one from my signature.
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((continuing on now))
it was rather depressing, watching the girl trying to breath independently. a fighter, by the looks of it. "I'm leaving now, it's too depressing." i said, and while working out, smashed one of the things with the back of my hand, and walked out.
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I felt a sudden surge of pain, and a sharp breath hissed through my lungs. My eyes snapped open. There was a roar of noise everywhere around me, and everything was a strange and alarming shade of blue.
"Wha?!" I managed to gasp what sounded sorta' like a question. It was the best I could do. I searched the room for a familiar face, but I found none among the strange people around me.
Something blue vanished from in front of me, leaving a shimmering after-image. I was scared. Would that happen to ME?! What was going on?!?
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"Ah, your finally awake." Shamus said. "Let me introduce myself. The names Shamus. Shamus McMurdock. and you are?" he inquired. "Oi, Dom, you gonna introduce yourself, or just gonna sit there like a stale bottle of piss?"
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"It's an option, but i won't take it. we're the supernaturalists. well, me, this dude, and Alexis." "we fight the little blue things that you see." i paused at this, waiting for something, anything, to cut this short. this was the most boring part. "So-" i was cut short by a large scream. at this, i ran out to see what happened.
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as a bunch of people ran to look at me, all i could mutter was "the machine.... it was.... out of Mars Bars...." the crowd dispersed, and Dom grabbed me. i asked him, "what kind of a name is dom anyway? "never mind that now," he snapped "the girls awake. you talk to her, it's too boring coming from me...."
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"What? Mars Bars!? You got us all worked up over a couple of damn Mars Bars?" I said. As I said this, Alexis just looked sheepishly at me. As I was walking back to the girl's room I was thinking about what had happened to the girl, how it all happened, and why a school, of all places to set off a bomb. When I got to the room, i grabbed a chair next to the door, and waited for the girl to regain conciseness.
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I listened to what they were telling me, not sure if I should believe it. How could I know that they weren't just hallucinations, too?
"I'm...Sofia. Did anyone else...survive?" I found that I could talk a little, if I took it slowly.
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"well, how about we leave those questions until later, eh?" i asked, after hearing her. 'where had the bartoli baby gone to now?' i thought. "we are the supernaturlists, as stated before. you see these little blue things?" i pointed at one "they steal your life. we fight them, trying to keep people alive. you want to help?"
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"heh. Couldn't have said it better myself" I said. "the reason that you and us," i pointed do Dom, Alexis and myself "can see the blue things, is cos of our near-death experiences. I had a freak hunting accident including an antique shotgun, four slugs and me dad. Brace yourself, for what I'm about to show you, could make you black out again." I then proceeded to remove my jacket, and lift off my shirt, revealing my 'Y' shaped autopsy like scar, going all the way up my chest to my sternum, and branching up to my shoulders.
"I got shot in the chest with four shotgun slugs, that punctured both my lungs and just missed my heart. I now have top-of-the line bio-mechanical lungs." I then waited for Sofia's reaction.
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"along with that, horribly disfigured thing, i was pushed off a building and landed on a large spike. pierced me through, but didn't die. dunno why, though. and this unfriendly dude over here, was chucked into a huge generator of 22,000 volts. friendly, eh?"
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((as Alexis did, i'm flipping my characters appearance. i'll put a picture of him on it))
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I felt my eyes go wide at the sight of the scars, but I fought back the urge to gasp. I probably wasn't looking much better than this guy. I shuddered at the thought.
"Uh...sure, okay. I'll join you guys, I guess. Er...after I recover. I might be awhile, so...do you have any way that I can contact you, after they release me?"
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"Why don't you ask Dom about that one." I said as I put my shirt and jacket back on, making sure that my scars and custom LR2's weren't visible.
"Hey, Dom? Hello? Anyone there?" I said as i snapped my fingers to try and get Dom's attention.
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"what? oh, yeah, right.... Nah, we'll find you when you get out. you've got to be absolutely sure you want to join though, as we're hunted by lawyers, the cops, these things, a couple terrorists, and nearly every criminal under the sun. also, you have to leave your family."
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"My family doesn't even live near here, 'cause I left home for college. That's not a problem. Lemme' sleep on it, okay?"
I settled back and closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would come before another wave of pain could hit me. I tried to ignore the feeling that I was being watched by blue aliens.
(Okay, folks, go on and have some plotz. I'll jump in as soon as I have time, but I don't want the story to hinge on my character's mobility. I'm a busy person, and I don't like holding you guys up.)
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What's the youngest a character can be? Cause, this sounds like something that's right up my alley. And if a character can be a kid who had the near-death experience then he/she could be a kind of like a Trainee.
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i reckon about around 18 to 19, but i'm not sure
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in the book the youngest is about 14, which would be fine, but anything younger than that would just shatter it, as the kid couldn't do much.
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it's about time we got this one back on track.
going down on that bumpy road, my thoughts wandered to the girl in the hospital. would she join us?
or would she fight against us, with the terrorists?
but at the moment, more of these little blue things need to be killed. an old man had fallen down his stairs, and we needed to get there before the lawyers. i was sitting there, preparing. the bartoli baby was trying to phone the farm boy, and alexis was driving. too bad there was no phone reception here. "jeeze, girl, slow down, woouldja?" yelled the baby.
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"you wanna get there before the lawyers do? if so, Shut The Hell Up!!!!" we were nearing the destination. oh well. time for a fight.
too bad Shamus wasn't here....