A World Gone MAD ~OOC~

Nightstealer · Feb 20, 2013

So my definite became a non definite... I SORRRYYYY DX i wont be on over the weekend either due to visiting the male counterpart :P

ilovevampzero · Feb 20, 2013

Welcome, Nightstealer! Nice to see you for a bit. Also, welcome to the roleplay Vader and Hibou. Also, it seems that Dead Romeo (The fairy/pixie thing), is absent. NO! I'M FROZEN! :[

Hibou · Feb 20, 2013

Welcome back, Nightstealer! I look forward to RPing with you when you have the time :smile:

@ Vamp: My character is approaching you two right now in the RP, would it be okay for us to keep going in Dead Romeo's absence or should we wait for him to return before going on?

Kelsii · Feb 22, 2013

Name: Kelsii Hayte
Species: Dwarf
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: (My photo) Long pink hair, pink eyes, very pale skin, short (4 feet, five inches), quite thin (from lack of food)
Origins: The Dwarf Kingdom (another realm I suppose)
Personality: Quiet, composed, thoughtful, shy but curious, and quick to get angry.
History: Abused as a child by her father who wanted a son to rule the kingdom, (As soon as the Kelsii was born, the mother knew the daughter would be killed if she told the king, so she claimed that it was twins but the son died. The father went to a witch and the witch said to sacrifice the daughter at the first red moon, (which came every 16 years) and the son would be returned... Much more to the story to explain but it's not needed information) she was kept for 15 years shut away from the world and it was said the son was kidnapped, most did not think Kelsii existed. Because she was shut away and abused, she never grew up and acted like a child until she met what she considered her best friends, as well as the love of her life. One of her friends (Kat) was a sexual vampire and used her while she was in the relationship with her love, and her love left her. In anger, her other best friend (Kassie) killed Kat (who considered herself the daughter of Lucifer) and got both of them (Kat and Kassie) stuck in hell. With all the drama that suddenly emerged, expecially that with her first love, Kelsii began to grow and smarten up.
Likes: Turtles, Friends, and yellow dresses with big bows.
Dislikes: Bullying and Rudeness, Disrespect.
Strengths: Good at getting around, climbing trees, running rather fast, and being quite small and flexible helps to get away from sticky situations.
Weaknesses: Easily angered, small and not very strong.
Any abilities: None other than human
Other: Has a pet Turtle. Named Dr. Turtle the 7th

Nightstealer · Feb 24, 2013

Kelsii, welcome to the rp :) im trying to post today guys, but im busy, so i promise it will be SOON

MadHex · Feb 27, 2013

May join this Rp as Night and I are good friends. I'll type something up for it and if you like I'll join the Rp. I'm trying to keep my limit low so this maybe the only other Rp I join until I create the one I'm working on. Hopefully you got my message on FB so that you'll eventually see this one here. :chipper:

Nightstealer · Mar 3, 2013

Alright, So I PROMISE tomorrow is the day. Im a terrible gm right now but im trying to leave my other site see, so im kinda sorting everything out. You know i'd love oyu to join, Outlaw

Nekomimist · Mar 3, 2013

No worries NightStealer! =D

Nightstealer · Mar 4, 2013

I will try to post.. but i got a tummy bug yesterday and it hasnt left yet

MadHex · Mar 5, 2013

[FONT=&amp] Name: [/FONT][FONT=&amp]Spartacus – Nickname: Sparda (wishes to be called as such rather than the name of a land he knows as Sparta)
Species: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://i837.photobucket.com/albums/zz299/DevilSin8097/spartacus_zps6d82bd6f.jpg
Origins: Earth, Argos, Year 146 BC
Personality: Spartacus is a collective man that has great discipline and even greater tactical skills. His composer however is broken if those of importance to him are threatened, harmed or killed. A man who, one may say 'wears his heart on his sleeve', is truthful and honest no matter how crude his words maybe. Brave, loyal and fearless Spartacus will take on any foe, even if he knows the effort is futile. The fighting spirit of a true warrior burns inside of him deeply, like the flames of a raising phoenix. Though, the sadness of regret wallows in the darkest depths of his heart…
History: Born in a time of blood, war, violence and gods Spartacus grew fast as a man. His childhood years stained by the faces of his families' untimely demise. At a young age Spartacus had to learn to be a man and take on this world of death and decay without fear. Barbarians had raided his home town and left nothing unturned. His mother, brother and sister all perished in the attack. His father had disappeared during the battle to fight off the raiders. The fight left him gravely wounded a wound that had permanently damaged him for the rest of his mortal life. Spartacus learned most of his fighting skills from his father in the years that passed, marking him as a valuable recruit for the Roman Army. When asked to join Spartacus accepted without question at the young age of thirteen. He and his father would see each other only once more after this before his years caught up with him. With no family to recall Spartacus lived for Rome, fought for Rome and bled for Rome. None were as dedicated as he and these great successes threatened may of the other men's positions in the Roman Army. Spartacus would learn in later years that those you call friend are truly your foe. During the next few months Spartacus would know of love, joy, happiness and betrayal. He had met a woman by the name of Alexia, enchanting and radiant beauty she gathered the eyes of all sorts of men but none like Spartacus. She intrigued him as he did her and soon they would fall deeply in love over the short cores of six months. During those short few months Spartacus regained a side of him he had lost years long since passed. Compassion, tenderness, warmth, love and bliss. It was all so new yet familiar to him these emotions. Had the years of war, blood and violence driven him so far that he had forgotten himself? When it was time for him to return to the battlefield his superiors gave him is orders…and Spartacus refused. This was an act of treason and was punishable by death. But his superiors had grown far cruder then Spartacus due to serving much longer and had other plans in store for him instead. His love, his new wife paid for his mistake. Beating Spartacus down to the point of barely breathing they took advantage of his weaken state, forcing him to watch as the men he once called comrades violated his wife. She did all she could to fight back but once they saw her fiery spirit leave her eyes they tied her to two horses facing from one another. He couldn't bare it, the screams, the sound of bone cracking under the pressure and when it was finally over a loud rip gushed out. Red was all he saw and he could barely sob. There between her split remains was an unborn, underdeveloped child. His wife was pregnant and he hadn't known until now. The men strung the feuds up by its birth cord and hung it on a low hanging branch in a nearby tree. Once they were through they sold Spartacus to slavers and he was forced to become a Gladiator, fighting for his freedom and revenge…
Likes: A cool tranquil breeze on a warm peaceful evening, the exhilarating rush of an evenly matched battle, voice of a pure song, weight of heavy metal in his hands, the calm silence after a night of vigorous training, and his memories of his beloved wife.
Dislikes: Romans, the sight of a horse, shrieks of pain, thoughtless and arrogant people, pointless bloodshed, death of a loved one, unworthy mothers, thieves and lairs, rusty weapons, unfamiliar places, and thoughts of regret or guilt.
Strengths: With a built muscular body Spartacus has the physical strength of a body builder, power fit for a warrior. However upon arriving[/FONT] Insanistatia he was blessed with strength he thought only gods could posses. Physical speed, stamina, strength and defense had been boosted to such a degree that it reminded him of the Legends in his time. A human hero, the god of man Hercules. (Reference due to him being alive during Greek Mythology) Never in his short mortal life would he ever think he'd posses this strength, the power that rivaled giants. His inner strength is his strong will to live and do right. The fact that he never backs down nor gives in proves this. Until his body gives out on him or if he stands tall as the victor he will not stop until the end. Personal strength is his ability to forgive the past and never forget the struggles he had to overcome to get to where he is today. Compassion and a since of drive to protect allows him to forgive those for their trespasses against him. Though he is no fool and knows if one is of pure intentions or malevolent objectives. [FONT=&amp]
Weaknesses: Though Spartacus is physically powerful his magical resistance is low. Elemental powers as well as most spells work against him. But those that work to play the mind fail against his sheer will, fighting off the influence of its bribe. As any normal man if you cut off his head he will die, stab him in the heart he will die and severely wound him it is possible he will parish. Though his skin is tougher than your average human it still none the less is basically the same. Emotional weakness would be his less then forgiving nature towards those whom bring pain upon others out of simple and sick pleaser. He grows angry and at times losses himself in the rage, drifting back to a former self. Personal is the memories of his past, those of blood, terror and defeat. The loss of his wife and unborn child sinks in deep, the wound of that horrific event still fresh. Things that remind him of that tend to set him off balance and put him in a trance before he or someone else snaps him back to reality.
Any abilities: Super human strength, speed, stamina and defense.
Other: Spartacus wields two weapons that he uses for both attack and defense. One is a heavy great sword which he wields with one hand. The other is a trident lance, wielded with one hand as well. Both are used at a high velocity to strike down enemies. Do not be fooled by their size. [/FONT]

MadHex · Mar 5, 2013

Well there you have it my biography. Lemme know what you think and if there are to be any changes made. Also if there are any questions regarding Spartacus feel free to ask.

Lyrawolf · Mar 5, 2013

I would like to Join this rp as well =)

Nightstealer · Mar 6, 2013

Oh outlaw.. I cried while reading that. Definitely accepted. I'm going to post today I promise! Lyra, go for it :)

Nightstealer · Mar 6, 2013

Okay I FINALLY caught up and posted XD i'm soooo sorry for the delay guys

MadHex · Mar 7, 2013

Thanks Night. I'll do my post possibly tonight or this weekend. Just gotta make some time for it. It'll be long too so hopefully everyone will still read it even though it's long. =3

ilovevampzero · Mar 7, 2013

My post kind of jumped slightly to the past. My apologies. JUST ROLL WITH IT, YEAH!

Lyrawolf · Mar 8, 2013

Name: Trip

Species: Wolfling

Age: 150 looks 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Wolfling Form

Origins: Hellsborough Forest

Personality: Happy go lucky, bubbly (not in an annoying valley girl way), unafraid, trickster

History: Unlike most that walk this crazy world, Trip was born here. When it rains skittles she hardly even notices anymore. Trip grew up in a village deep within the Hellsborough Forest where a good majority of the ruthless dark creatures live. Though her friends and family appeared to have a human outlook they were far from that…being one of the most fearsome creatures that live there.

Like most, Trip had a mother and a father and quite a few siblings, being wolf folk and all, so she grew up like any other child would. She had tons of friends and was even considered one of the 'popular' girls in the village. She wasn't a snob who everyone wanted to be, she was just fun to be around. Trip was always the first one to start a game, suggest a hike in the woods or even start a few pranks here and there. Her mother and father, being the village leaders, were happy to see that their daughter was showing leadership traits. They planned on one day stepping down and making her the Village leader with whomever she was to be mates with.

Though everything looked great on the inside of the village, on the outside things were very bleak. Unknowing to Trip and the rest of the village, her father had made some enemies in his travels. One being of a Warlock called Belakor. Ryll, Trip's father, and Belakor use to be the best of friends in their younger years. The two were inseparable. Back when they were just young teens, the two met when they were drafted for battle against the god of this insane world. During the battle, Belakor was knocked from his feet and staring up at the man who would end is life. His eyes closed but the blow never came, just the sound of a man yelling in pain then a thud to the ground. When his eyes opened once more, Ryll stood there with blood dripping from his sword, a grin on his face. The two were inseparable after that. Over the years the two grew together and slowly drifted apart when Ryll met the woman of his dreams, a fellow Wolfling like himself. Belakor was pushed aside and forgotten about. And once his dear friend had children of his own…he hardly even called upon him anymore. This anger Belakor causing him to fall victim to black magic as his hatred grew for Ryll and his family.

Things started to change in Trip's village. People were starting to…argue, get into fights and even killing one another at times. Something was causing a riff in the village, but no one could figure out what it was. The ones who ended up killing their neighbor didn't even remember doing it. Random out bursts of villagers changing into their Wolfling forms and throwing fits was happening frequently. Her own brothers even turned on one another, almost beating each other to death before their father stepped in. Something want right…it was never like this. Her village was always peaceful and everyone got along. One gloomy day though, something up the hill had caught Trip's eye as she was on her way to fetch water from the well.

Atop the hill was a man, dressed in a deep green cloak, a staff in one hand and a black purple mist coming from the other. Trip watched him a moment holding the bucket in her arms. A smirk played across his face as his fingers made the black and purple mist dance in his hand. "Papa?" she called glancing back over her shoulder, her father walking up beside her. "Who is that man up on the hill?" she questioned, turning her attention back to the mysterious figure. Her father's ears pulled back as he spoke and stepped past her. "Trip, go back to your mother." Her ears pulled back as she nodded and turned to leave, though stopped and watched her father was up the hill. She took a step forward and leaned up against one of the old buildings. The two just stood there…talking. Her father's back was towards her, so she could only see the strange man's face. He smirked as her father took a step back, ready to phase into his Wolfling form. The bucket in Trip's arms dropped to the ground then, spilling the water all over her feet. Her eyes grew wide as she watched her father's form drop to the ground. "Papa!" she shouted as the man's gaze shifted towards her, a wicked smirk playing across his lips. Blood dripped from his hand as her father's heart sat in his palm.

The earth below her feet started to shake and crack as he slammed his staff against the ground. Trip took a few steps backwards as a large worm looking creature with long sharp teeth busted though the ground. A loud screeching roar escaped the beast causing the young Wolfling to cover her ears. It turned its large head to face its master, drawn to the scent of blood. The man that stood there didn't even look at the beast, his gaze locked on the young Wolfling as he chuckled. He tossed her father's heart in the air, the best snatching it quickly. A gasp escaped her as the worm beast then attacked her father's dead boby, eating it in one bit. Tears came to Trip's eyes as she slowly backed away, trying to phase into her Wolfling form. "What?" She whispered as she tried again…nothing. "Oh no..." she whispered as the man chuckled and waved the worm beast off towards her. Quickly Trip turned, running to the village shouting. "RUN!!! EVERYONE RUN!" The villagers looked at her like she was crazy as she pushed and sprinted past them. They were silent as the ground shook, looking to where Trip came from. The large worm beast reared its ugly head then, letting out another screeching roar. Screams of terror echoed throughout the village as Wolflings ran for their lives.

Trip quickly climbed a tree, trying to get others attention to do the same…but they were too worried about trying to phase and flee. She could only sit there and watch as one by one her friends and family were killed and eaten by this beast. Finally silence fell upon the once happy village. Tears rolled down her face as she watched the beast inch through the now ghost town, still looking for food. She kept quiet up in the tree, her teary gaze shifting to the man who was now walking down the hill. His smug grin still playing across his face as he walked up to pet, "Very good my dear…You may go back to your slumber." He chuckled then, his shadow covered gaze, glancing up at the tree. Trip flinched and pressed her form against the trunk of the tree, just watching him walk away. Once he and his pet were gone, Trip climbed down and looked around the empty village. Her ears pulled back and laid flat against her head, her form crouching down as she hugged her knees. She let her tail wrap around her feet, soft sobs escaping her.

100 years has passed since that dreadful day and Trip has vowed to not let anything bring her down. She is now back to old playful trickster self. She spends her days traveling from town to town, looking for someone play with.

Likes: Playing tricks on others, butterflies, happy people, animals and long hicks in the forest

Dislikes: Sad/mean/unpleasant people, Gnaw Wyroms and The man who killed her village

Strengths: The ability to hide her fears and pain, always keeping a smile and the ability to phase into a huge wolf.

Weaknesses: The only way you can really get her down and weak is if you bring up her past. Good luck trying to get her to tell you the truth about it!

Any abilities: Some elemental magic, not much.

Other: Trip only phases into her Wolfling form if she is REALLY pissed off, or if she's protecting someone she really cares for. When she is in this form, she hardly has control over it for it has been dormant for 100 years.

Belakor:

Gnaw Wyorm:

Nightstealer · Mar 8, 2013

Yay another submission! Welcome to the crew Lyra!

Lyrawolf · Mar 8, 2013

Thanks!!! Im excited to play!

Nekomimist · Mar 9, 2013

Awesome chara, Lyra! =D Welcome! <3

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