† - The Thirteenth - †

[Tainted]

† - The Thirteenth - †

The circle round, the twelve, they mark
Each separate world, who dare embark
When chalk draws six, to form the last
Twelve plucked from those worlds made of glass

In the thirteenth, they live and lie
The true God looks over with watchful eye
If they wish return their worlds, enslaved
They must walk the path that paves their grave

There is a circle that controls all life, a circle of time, a circle that binds all together. Twelve is the number of the whole, twelve is the completion—twelve is the number that keeps the circle stable. Twelve marks surround the inside edge of this circle, stretching all around it, and these twelve are protection. Each of the twelve is a separate world, a world that is entirely different from each of the other eleven, and a world that exists without the need of any of the other eleven.

A guardian watches over each world, the inhabitants of each refer to the guardian as God. It is far from it, however, as the true God of all lies in a place unknowing to anyone or anything. The true God lays to rest in the thirteenth world.

Suppose a line was drawn from each of the worlds to connect to the world directly opposite to it, where the six lines all meet is where all twelve worlds collide and where the thirteenth world is born.

This thirteenth is a wicked and evil place, capable of being anything or anywhere in time, and solely the true God, the God who is the exact opposite of what the inhabitants of the twelve worlds would make a God out to be, controls it. This God is like the world he resides in: evil, wicked and with a lustful desire for power. He controls everything in this world, and he controls it from the thirteenth throne.

This throne sits in a lone tower at the top of a spiraling mountain; it is called the thirteenth because he is the controller of the anti-guardians, the ones who mimic the true guardians of each of the twelve worlds. These guardians are much unlike their true counterparts, as they are twisted and warped, and spawned of evil. These twelve guardians are present in the thirteenth world to control and keep things the way they should be.

And so, one fateful day did come when the true God drew six lines, connecting the twelve worlds to the thirteenth. This is when the time of tribulation came. God sent tribulation down, turning these twelve worlds into hellholes. People became infected with disease, everything that could go wrong did, and gradually the inhabitants began to die off. This is when the test came, the trial—it is what the true God wished had happened.

One from each of the twelve worlds was drawn from the deck of tarot cards that the true God did hold in his black fingertips. The number of card controlled their destiny, and their fate as each crossed over to the thirteenth world. Each was unique, from an entirely different world than the rest—different time periods, different places, but all from the planet dubbed Earth.

You are one of the twelve, a pawn in the hands of a corrupt God. Will you walk the path that leads to the dark God’s end, will you not survive what is at hand, or will you rather turn on your friends for a chance at the dark God’s side? All will come to fall in the next chapter, the chapter that ultimately will decide the fate of the earth, and all the worlds bound within the circle of time.

~-)\o/(-~

Enlist:

Name: Birth name. First and last is necessary, middle or other optional.

Gender: Male or Female.

Age: How old you are.

Number: The number that controls your fate, anywhere from one to twenty-one. It is the number that binds you to the thirteenth world. Everyone must have a different number. This is meaningful, so think about it before you choose—it will have an impact on the storyline and the future.

World: Where do you hail from? Which of the twelve (just number them), time period, area, setting, all should be included. (Ex. The First of the Twelve, 2005, Sri Lanka, after large Tsunami, etc.)

Appearance: Looks should adhere to time period, setting, etc.

Personality: Self-explanatory.

History: Important. What happened in your past?

Weaponry: What weaponry (if any) did you bring over to the world? Time period and setting should be taken into consideration.

Other Items: Anything other than weaponry you brought along with you? Remember, you didn’t know you were going to be crossing into another world, so don’t expect your character to be packed like a scout camper, unless they are one.

Other Information: Anything else you would like to include?

Good, now that all of that is over, I can tell you that I won’t be playing one of the twelve, I will be the game master, controlling everything that goes on. I will be the true God, as well as all of the evil you will inevitably encounter. So, pawns, I am your God.

~-)\o/(-~

Roster:
Kirya Menark - 4 - Female - First of the Twelve, 2104, America: Hawaii
Toshiya Yorimoto - 1 - Male - Second of the Twelve, 1863, Japan: Kyoto
Raúl Desgracia - 14 - Male - Third of the Twelve, 2010, Spain: Madrid
Sakura Karen - 2 - Female - Fourth of the Twelve, 1980, Japan: Osaka
Everu - 5 - Male - Fifth of the Twelve, 1365, England
Markus Trindall - 13 - Male - Sixth of the Twelve, 2150, America: New York
Foster Covin - 7 - Male - Seventh of the Twelve, 2005, Scotland
Kayla Brockford - 17 - Female - Eighth of the Twelve, 2001, America: New York
Von McCarthy - 15 - Male - Ninth of the Twelve, 3010
Maichi Konnetsu - 8 - Female - Tenth of the Twelve, 2032, Japan: Tokyo
Keith Lindowski - 18 - Male - Eleventh of the Twelve, 2099, Australia: Canberra
Jack Korso - 19 - Male - Twelfth of the Twelve, 2305, America

No Spots Left!
Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[EVme15]

Wow. I'm interested. Very interested. Congratulations.
Please excuse any messing-up-ness. *bows* I'm trying.

Name: Kayla Brockford

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Number: 17

World: *random number* The Eighth of the Twelve, 2001, America (New York State, Albany), two months post-September 11th

Appearance: Like this, only instead of a skirt she wears pants, which end just below her knees. Her eyes are brown, and her hair is a black that looks more blue then brown in the light. Also, sneakers.

Personality: She dislikes strangers and large groups, preferring the companionship of only a few people. Kayla is silent in awkward situations, and usually ends up running away from her problems. She's only a little bit outgoing among her friends, instead playing the part of the listener most of the time. She gets scared easily, and even if she wants to help someone out she's usually too shy to aid those she doesn't know. Her will is pretty weak, and she's highly indecisive. Beneath all her faults, though, she's quite loyal to her friends, and a good person in general.

History: Kayla's moved twice, once in the second grade and then again less than a year ago (she is currently a freshman in high school). As a result she hasn't made many friends in Albany. She was really never good at making friends anywhere, and each time she finally got close to some of her peers, she ended up having to leave. Kayla also learned a little while ago that one of her best friends from the previous town died in the September 11th attacks, and is still trying to recover from the shock.

Weaponry: Um... stabby pencils of pokey death?

Other Items: School backpack, complete with binders, loose-leaf paper, calculator, said pencils, and a science textbook! Which, I guess, by the rule of fast-moving heavy blunt objects, could serve as some sort of protection...

Other Information: Erm... nothing at the moment, no...

EDIT: We got an age box now.

[Tainted]

Wow. I'm interested. Very interested. Congratulations.

Thanks. It's highly appreciated. And you're approved.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Bulbasaur4]

Name: Kirya Menark

Gender: Female

Number: 4th

World: 1st World, 2104, America, Hawaii (Main Island), was living off the coast. (The Island is about four times larger than it was in 2004 due to volcanic activity and lower ocean depth.)

Appearance: See Attachment below. Because of the time period, clothing (as the years progressed) became less and less of an importance. Some people walk around the Hawaii beaches nude, but Kirya usually wears the outfit in the picture everywhere. (favorite outfit?) Everything in the picture is the same, except her hair has a shade of silvery blue to it.

Personality: Unbound. Kirya is what many would call, 'an untamed spirit'. She's wild like a horse and while she doesn't seem to settle down (in a relationship way), she's a friendly person to be around. She's daring and even when she's frightened, she tries to stand strong. She's a fiercely loyal person and stands strongly for what she believes in. She trusts others a lot, and if they break her trust she's usually stunned and doesn't easily forgive. However, she always tries her best and likes to stay positive although she's level headed.

History: Kirya was born on the island of Hawaii. Hawaii and all the cities and places in the world are much bigger and dominated by electronics. Cars hover in the air, over water and can pretty much get anywhere you want them too where human's live. You can explore the bottom depths of the ocean and talk to your friends through holographic systems that make it seem as if you were there. Even robotics are domineering, where there are androids and often robotic replacements. Kirya, unlike most children of her age, was unspoiled by her parents. They still made her work, even when money seemed to grow on trees for her family. She studied extremely hard and became fluent in many languages, her speciality. She also was an avid explorer, and although Hawaii's wildlife dwindled with the excess technology and population, she explored what she could and when she could. She loved what wildlife she could find, and often learned a bit of how to communicate with them.
However, when Kirya was 9 her parents died from Aflenumia. Aflenumia was a disease that seemed to have grown from the rise of cellular activity and new biotechnology. Her parents were researchers of such things, and thus Kirya was instantly 'disinfected' and wasn't released until she was 10. In that time of being 'contained' she studied things further- language obviously the most she studied. When she was released, she lived with her Grandfather.
As of now, she's still exploring what she can. Despite everything, she's still a dreamer of fantasies and other worlds... even when she's immersed in a world filled with technology and opportunities. She loves to imagine things with her mind, unlike most, who use computers to escape and live their ideals.


Weaponry: It's customary in her time period to carry a laser-enhanced microtude. (They're like mini self-defense pepper sprayers, except they unleash a laser that gives off a shock and a nice shrilling noise to catch more attention.)

Other Items: She always carries a projector necklace, which is a silver necklace with a pretty jewel about her neck, but if you touch the jewel on the bottom it'll project an image. Like a micro-camera. She can take pictures with it, but currently she still has a picture of her parents that she downloaded into it. She also carries her scrapbook, filled with pictures of her island and her little 'exploration trips'. (Her scrapbook is all electronic, built in with a self-charger and it's about the size of a small book that fits in her pocket.) She also carries lip balm, lilac flavored. (Don't ask. )

Other Information: Kirya can sing quite well! ^^

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[Tainted]

Welcome to the Thirteenth.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[VirtualPlay]

Name: Maichi Konnetsu

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Number: 8

World: 10th world; Tokyo, Japan; 2032, the beginning of the self-sustaining energy age

Appearance: about 5'6", 140 lbs, but not exactly weak; her skin, which used to be average tone, has taken on a slightly yellow appearance, her eyes are a golden yellow, and her hair is a very bright, shiny blond hair that goes down to about her shoulder blades (the last being the only natural part of the three - see History); she also has a bright yellow jewel embedded in her forehead, in the shape of a diamond (see History). For clothes, since Japan hasn't exactly changed climate-wise, she's wearing a white pleated skirt that goes halfway down to her knees with a large front pleat, and it has a picture of Hello Kitty near the bottom-left (her perspective) of the front pleat (what? Sanrio's still there ); for a shirt, she wears a bright yellow (short-sleeve) polo shirt that has two white stripes along the edge of the collar and around the arm cuffs, and the shirt goes less than a couple inches over and below her skirt waist; she has ankle socks with Hello Kitty on the outsides of the leg, and small white shoes with (guess who?) Hello Kitty on the outside; she often keeps her hair up in a ponytail with a very fluffy yellow scrunchie.

Personality: Usually a very bright and cheerful girl, always making friends despite her kind of weird appearance. She's very loyal, very trustworthy, and not one to judge people. However, in the Thirteenth, she's going to start off a little intimidated by everyone else, but will hopefully grow on them.

History: For the most part, Maichi was a normal Japanese girl. She had friends, she went to school, she took karate…typical stuff. She was very fond of the English language, and (especially with computers to help) went around learning it to an almost-fluent point.
The thing that changed her life, however, happened when she was 16. Her high school science class went on a field trip to learn about the developing technology of self-sustaining energy (SSE). Since energy depletion was a big issue coming in the upcoming decades, SSE was being focused on a lot so that energy would no longer be an issue. The class was on the trip the same day as a major experiment was taking place, and they were invited to watch. Unfortunately, one of the stabilizers was calibrated incorrectly (ooh, technical terms) and the crystal that was being tested flew out and embedded itself in Maichi's head.
Rather than killing her, the crystal (which now looked more like a jewel) changed her appearance slightly (her skin and eyes) but didn't seem to do much else, although the doctors couldn't remove it for fear of damaging her brain any more than it might have been already. However, as she found out only a couple weeks later, the jewel gave her the ability to use electricity from her body. She only told her parents and her few best friends, and none of them have said anything to anyone else.
Since then, she has touched up on her English, trained further in karate, and gotten through high school.

Weaponry: Standard set of nun-chucks (like Michaelangelo's) which haven't changed in all the years. Although there are some kinds of nun-chucks that are high-tech, Maichi prefers the simple set.

Other Items: A Hello Kitty backpack which has a sketchbook and pencil, the nun-chucks, her wallet, and a cell phone (which are now insanely thin).

Other Information: About Maichi's powers: she can release electricity from her body, so much so that she can kill people (though she's never tried; most she's done is charge her electronics). However, like any electric source, she does need to recharge, and after she's been fully drained she has to "meditate" for about eight hours, though she can meditate for less for a lesser charge.
Oh, and did you catch that she's a big fan of Hello Kitty?

[Fai D. Flowright]

This sounds very intriguing as an RPG and I am greatly interested in how this will turn out. As a guy of unique beliefs and ideas on this topic, I would love to see this RPG to it's end! ^_^

Unfortunately, with Finals coming up, I'm rather burned out ATM, so I'm going to get this up tomorrow after a good night's sleep... Sorry to be so awkward about it...

I'd like to reserve Number 18 and the 11th World.

Thanks, T! I really appreciate it *prepares to post tomorrow*

Again, I greatly apologize that I can't post right now...

~~~Tsukasa

[Samchu]

Name: Markus Trindall

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Number: 13 (someone was gonna pick it...)

World: Sixth of the twelve, 2150, New York, USA, shortly after the end of the nuclear war

Appearance: He's 6'3 and has a rather strong build. His eyes are a deep blue and reflect the hardships of his life, his hair is somewhere between ginger and blonde and is cut short, but in no real style. His clothes are made from a material known as Sohton. It has the appearance and texture of silk but it breathes like cotton. He wears black loose bottoms which are poorly ripped but clearly resemble the style of the Japanese. His back is badly scarred but he wears no clothing to hide it and upon his feet are the remains of a pair of nike sneakers.

Personality: He is quiet and withdrawn, often meditating or watchful. He is not one to make the first move and will not speak to someone unless they speak to him first. In this sense, he does not judge unless judged or trust unless it is proven, it is just his way. He doesn't like talking about the past but constantly dwells upon it himself. He feels secretly guilty about not being able to save anyone in his family and is struggling to cope with the burden of losing them.

History: Originally born in Tokyo, he had always taken a great interest in the old ways of the samurai. He took up karate in order to focus his mind and trained every day from the age of 6. At 8, his wish was granted and he was invited to train as a samurai at a nearby temple. He trained there for six years before the fear of nuclear attack became apparent. He asked how he would be able to complete his training and recieved the simple reply: "when your purpose has been fulfilled". His family moved to New York and a year later, nuclear war began. No one knows how or why because it was so sudden. All anyone knew, was that the outside was not safe for them anymore. As the nukes began to hit the US, he and his family, along with many others, fled to the underground, where the old subways had once been and they waited it out. The war raged for three and a half years, in that time Mark saw his entire family wiped out. Hunger, disease, poinsoning from the contaminated water, it seemed as though there was something to kill off everyone.
He survived somehow and knew it was time to go back. He put on the outfit he had worn during his years of training and decided if he was to move on, he would have to pick up from where he left off. On the surface, wasteland lay before him, there was nothing except death and destruction. Gangs owned the land now, fighting and killing anyone just to exert their authroity. He was involved in many fights but somehow managed to survive. He eventually had to get rid of half of his training wear because it was so badly ripped but tied one strip around his waist as a sign of respect.
He found a pair of trainers in the reamins of an abandoned warehouse and then began to search for some place where civiliisation still lingered.

Weaponry: A sword he crafted himself during his training. Despite all of the modern weapons available to him at this time it was his favourite and what he had been trained to use. The blade is beautifully crafted and has an engraving of a dragon upon it. The handle is in perfect balance with the blade. He carries it upon his back and can use it very effectively.

Other Items: A few scrapts of food he has gathered during his search. Not a lot but enough to keep him going. It is tied in a bundle at his waist.

Other Information: none



EDIT: Changed my world like was asked

[Tainted]

Both are accepted, except for one problem with you, Samchu: You can't take the eleventh of twelve worlds, Tsukasa reserved it. I'll add you to the roster when you fix that up.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Krystalline Kabutops]

Name: Foster Covin

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Number: 7 ('cuz Samchu took 13 :p)

World: Seventh of the Twelve, late 2005, Scotland, shortly after the Yellowstone Caldera erupted, which covered the lower 48 states and forced him to leave his home in Washington.

Appearance: He's about 5'9, with a thin build, and dirty blonde hair that has black streaks that comes down to his ears. His left ear is pierced, and he has a little silver stud in it. He wears a black baseball cap backwards, and it says "Lord of the Kings: Alaska" on it, embroidered in gold colored thread, along with the outline of a fish. His eyes are naturally grey, but he wears contacts that make them look like yellow cat's eyes. On his upper body, he wears a long-sleeved white ISU shirt, over which he wears a black WSU shirt. For his lower body, he wears baggy jeans and grey sneakers.

Personality: He's outgoing, quiet around people he doesn't know, although very much a clown around those he feels comfortable with. He's overly political, but is intelligent for someone of his nationality. He has a hard time explaining his thinking through, because he processes information so quickly and unconventionally. When angry, he's usually very sarcastic and insulting. He's a pessimist, never getting his hopes up too high, although that doesn't stop him from being ambitious. He's very well versed in current events.

History: Raised in the good ol' US of A, he's moved around frequently, due to his Dad's job at Universities. Washington, Virginia, Iowa... Because of all this moving around, his mannerisms and dialect are an interesting blend of almost everything he's ever encountered. When Yellowstone erupted in September, he was one of the few in his community to be successfully evacuated. Relocated to a foster home in Scotland (Don't ask me what led to there o0), He's been there for a few weeks. He likes the climate, but the reality of losing his family is only just begginning to sink in, making him even more introverted.

Weaponry: A pocket knife and a long pole.

Other Items: Matches, some candy, a few US dollars (He refuses to exchange them for Scottish currency), a pair of drumsticks, and a political book.

Other Information: He's an atheist percussionist *nod*

[Tainted]

Accepted.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Malheur]

Can I reserve the Third World and the number 14?

This seems really interesting...but since I haven't quite got a full sign-up in mind, I was hoping it would be okay to reserve a number and a world for now, and post my signup later...

[Tainted]

That's perfectly fine. I'll add you to the list.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Malheur]

Name: Raúl Desgracia

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Number: I reserved 11, but then changed to ask to reserve 14...is that okay?

World: Third of the Twelve, 2010, Spain - Madrid, hydrogen has finally been perfected as a fuel, leading to a more energy-effecient and less-polluted world

Appearance: Raúl is 5'5'', pale, and thin. He has shaggy black hair and crystal blue eyes. He is rather short for a guy his age. He usually wears a red/black shirt with the name of a not-so-recent rock band on it, (Taking Back Sunday, Green Day, etc) black, close-fitting pants, and Vans or Chucks. He doesn't necessarily dress like people from 2010, but prefers styles from 4 or 5 years before. His left ear is pierced, and he wears a thick, silver hoop in it.

Personality: Raúl is a quieter, thoughtful sort of person. He loves to talk to his friends, and is friendly to strangers. He likes to do daring things, but is also cautious, and exercises restraint when other won't. He is happy by himself, but just as happy with other people. He makes friends quickly, and is good at keeping them. He is usually cheerful, but easily hurt, and is not quick to forget what people have said, good or bad.

History: Raúl has had a happy childhood. He grew up in a family of 4 children, 3 boys and one girl. He is the youngest in the family, and his family treats him kindly. His mother is always at the house, because she's a stay-at-home Mom, but his father is often at work. He cares a lot about his kids though, and makes an attempt to see them a lot during weekends. His family is rather rich, as his father is one of the scientists from around the world who worked day and night to perfect hydrogen-fueled mechanisms.

Weaponry: he has no weaponry

Other Items: in his pocket Raúl is carrying his CD player. that's it ^.^;

[Tainted]

That was fast, accepted.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[-/Deathborn/-]

Name: Jack Korso

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Number: 19

World: The 12th of the Twelve, 2305, United States, 5 years after Stargate technology invented(heh, I'm a fan of the show, couldn't resist).

Appearance: (See attachment) Just. Like. That. Gotta love Shepard.

Personality: Very out-going, loves to "gate" around with his friends in his time.
If he ever gets serious, it's probaly because his gun malfunctioned. He's also very humorous at random moments and the most dire of situations. Whenever in a group, he may occansionly come out as the leader.

History: In 2298, his father was involved in the "Stargate" project in it's final stages, and Jack's family got a prototype to test. It was a success. The Gate itself is a round ring of all the technology from every scientist from nearly every field packed into it. Made of a solid quartz-like mineral called Naquahdah, it creates a stablized wormhole from one gate to another after "dialing" a 7-digit code of glyphs. In 2300, it was common from town to town, from country to country. Every gate had a retractable metal protectance called an "Iris" that was made of titanium. It was in 2304 that Jack accidently dialed his own gate from his house and the gate malfuncted. It burnt out, never to work again. To get away from discrimination, he joined the army. Which turned out to be a VERY smart move. He now works at Gate Command, where Jack and a team of other specilists go throughout the world and just patrol the area around the gates in...certain...countries(like Iraq, Iran, Russia, etc..).

Weaponry: A P90 Machine gun(with a sniper mode and scope).

Other Items: A device on his wrist that activates Stargates when he's near one, within 20 feet of a gate. This stuff IS common from where he is.

Other Information: *gates other to a russian nuke base*

EDIT-Toned down the weapon to a machine gun(P90 Model).

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[Tainted]

Accepted, but I warn that you should use that weapon sparingly or it won't last very long.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[-/Deathborn/-]

Edited post.
Juuust in case.

[Tainted]

Ditch the shield and it's perfect.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Fai D. Flowright]

YAY!!! Sign-up form!

Name: Keith Lindowski
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Number: 18
World: The Eleventh of the Twelve, 2099, Canberra Australia, just before the turn of the century.
Appearance: With the flashy new century hastily nearing, many of the styles have taken on such feels as well, and Keith loves it. He has a full wardrobe of what are called "Holozigns." This revolutionary line of clothing is a simple white cotton T-shirt/Pair of Pants with a holographic projection chip in the tag. By changing the settings on this microchip, you can make the clothing look like anything you want (You can purchase more uploadable designs as well). Keith typically wears his like the fiery shirts we have now, but the flames on this look realistic and flicker as you walk and move (Colors are a black background with blue-hued flames). As like many people that enjoy this design, he also changes pants to black jeans. As I said before, these can be made to look like any clothing. His hair is brown with silvery/metalic-like highlights, which is al parted down the center with a high arc; medium-short in length. His eyes are Garnet-brown, which give shade to his round, usually bright face. His body is fairly average for his 5'4" body. And because of the sun problems (still a persistant problem there), his skin is somewhat tan. His shoes are white "Sole Rockets," a brand of show with a mini propulsion unit in the heel (think Shadow from Sonic the Hedgehog). *gasps for breath* Wow...
Personality: Kind and appreciative, but rather vacant at times too. Mainly due to his creative imagination, which is constantly at work. Although empty, he still paying close attention, subconsciously, most likely formulating and plotting different things about it. He does seem shy, even to those he IS close to, but if ask him to you with a problem, his on within seconds.
History: An American boy at heart, he moved to Australia after finishing High School in Nevada. Fortunately, this was a simple talk for his parents to allow, for they had been lucky at the Las Vegas slots, winning a heafty load of cash. Once in Canberra, he began taken college courses for those related to writing and music. During a field research project, Keith was chanced to meet with Aborigines (still existantthis far in the future, but the culture is thin) and learn some survival skills and how to wield a boomerang with great technique. He's currently on break from school for the new year, but is still staying in Canberra...
Weaponry: Boomerang (slightly modified from the now). It's end tips are rotatable to allow for differnt techniques using different throws, plus the original effect of returning to the thrower.
Other Items: A small backpack that holds his wallet (ID, cash, etc.), his boom, and a notebook that he writes all his ideas and concepts in.
Other: I don't think so.... But if anything comes up, I'll toss it here! ^_^

Yay!!!! ^_^ All done! Hope everything is okay. Please excuse any errorsthere may be...

[Tainted]

Accepted.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[extremeanimefreak]

This sounds like a realy cool story, i'm currently in another RPG and am also running one. However this one has to interesting of a story line to pass up.

Name: Von McCarthy

Gender: Male

Age:19

#:15

World:9th, Year 3010, Just after Vampires are discovered to no longer be a myth. The world erupts into chaos as the first two vampires are discovered. Von and Valdimere, identical twins who where on the run after Valdimere made a name for himself. (Too many people put two and two together.)

Apperance: 6ft., black hair that's spiked straight out, red eye's, snow white skin, (the sterotypical Albino, which also means his eye sight is lacking but this only hightens his other sense's.) Wears a white victorian shirt with black combat boots, and black pants that have straps that hang off of them, kind of like suspender straps that hang there.

Weapon: Two small concealed daggers in the sides of his boots that are used for close range or stealth defensive menuveres. Fang's and claws as well.

History: Parents where killed off in the early Victorian years. Von and his brother Valdimere lived going from family to family. Valdimere bacame famouse and jelouse enemie's looked for his dark past, however they found more then they barggined. Von has been on the run ever since his brother Valdimere was killed in the late 2000's. Sneaks around amongst the already dead, (graveyards.) However they are not used much anymore since the worldwide vampire hunt for Von.

Sorry there's more to Von but currently I don't have time right now to put it all down. I will put the rest later this is basically to reserve my spot for now.

[Tainted]

Accepted.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[extremeanimefreak]

Although I have already been accepted I will continue to explain the mystery that is Von:

Cont. History: Von's family name is Von, vampire's don't have last names. McCarthy comes from the last and final family that harboured the Von brothers. Valdimere resented this as well as many of Von's other atributes. However this does not change the fact that Von still mourn's his brother's death. Closely following Valdimere's death it was revealed by Von that Joe, Von's best friend and second brother who was doubed Valdimere (to rid of the reputaion the name carried), was the true slaughterer of not only Von's parent's, brother, friend's, but Ekiel his one true love and Fianc'e. Von's deed's where known by all human's and the horrible truth of Joe's fait was and has been remembered for centuries.
The truth of the reasoning was forgotten as was the facts of Von's exsistance. The stories still live and no one doubt's that Vampires do but Von is a myth that is only believed by few.

Personality: Fun loving and excentic. Has two extreme's one is the fun, completely sarcastic, exagerant side. The other is a seriouse, creepy, sadistic side that dwell's on the past. Watch what side you picked to allie with, but remember there both still Von.

Carries: a skeleton ring to remind him of the death that has passed in his life time.

Other: IMPOTANT Basic history, The Von's are known for there second chance from God. They are the only line of Vampire's to posses a living soul, they are hated by other line's and branche's of Vampires. A line of Vampire's is defined by it's founder. Von is realy Von the VIII (8th). For Von to have his founder's name is RARE! A branch is the individual's family name, in Von's case there both the same. Von's father was Von, the I (1st). To have your founder be your parent is EXTREMELY RARE!!!! Even though Von was raised as a human child he has been outcasted by both Vampire's and Mortal's.

Sorry it's so lengthy but it's needed. Thank you for your exceptance.

[Tainted]

Not really THAT lengthy, I'm glad you further delved into it. Accepted again.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Djinn]

Oh! This looks good. Could I reserve the Fifth World and the Number Five?

[Tainted]

Definately.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Flaming Krystal]

Hehe, I'm being partially goaded into this ^^;

I'd like to reserve the fourth world and the number 2. I'll work on my sign-up now *goes off to do it*

edit: hehe, might help if I could read which worlds were taken ^^;;

edit 2: I shouldn't be up this late...

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Name: Sakura Karen

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Number: 2

World: Fourth of the Twelve; Osaka, Japan; 1980

Appearance: short, around 4'11" with normal asian skin tone and straight black hair down past her shoulders and light brown eyes. She's wearing a pale yellow sundress with matching yellow hair clips and matching flat-soled yellow sandals that just have a strap over the front part of her foot, but reveal her toes (no socks). She, unfortunately, needs glasses, and wears a rather thick rectangular black-framed pair.

Personality: She's the kind of girl that makes you look twice, kinda. People first see a cute girl who looks nice and innocent, but then they look again and see that she's really a smart nice and innocent girl. She's friendly, but not overly so, and really likes being with her friends. She has a very modern view on girls' "place" in the world, and really likes getting out into the world.

History: Probably one of the most normal of all, she never had anything really special happen to her. She grew up in Osaka her whole life, went to school, and just recently graduated high school and is looking forward to college.

Weaponry: um, none? ^^; she's gonna be a scared little girl...

Other Items: A small, bright blue backpack which holds her wallet (also blue), some candy from her recent trip to the store, her glasses case (which, unsurprisingly is blue), and her house keys

Other Information: I don't think I have anything else...

Added the color because I felt like it

[Tainted]

Approved.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[CoolTrainer IcEz]

OOC: Firstly, would like to apologise to the game master. Decided to join this RPG and take up the last place. Ironic isn't it?

Name: Toshiya Yorimoto

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Number: 1

World: Second of the Twelve; Kyoto, Japan; 1863 (Meji period)

Appearance: He wears the same thing as this guy
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wearing light straw sandals. Toshiya has the same pale complexion of a Japanese but is much more well built due to his own training as a samurai when he was young. He has jet black hair of the same hairstyle in the picture which large dark brown eyes.

Personality: Toshiya is a peace-loving samurai and prefers not to use brute force to win a battle. He believes in not killing his enemies and has pretty much a stoic nature. He loves serenity and silence and would stand up to anyone who seeks to ruin his environment or harm the people around him.

History: Toshiya is one of the few remaining samurai in the Meji Era of Japan. Because of the restrictions placed on carrying and using swords, Toshiya has learnt to control his anger and not show his emotions much. When he does fight, however, he can be a pretty formidable foe with his agility. He is a decendent of one of the great samurai of the past, Minomata Yorimoto. He is now just a wanderer around the streets of Kyoto.

Weaponry: He carries with him his trusty katana, which is slightly longer than most katanas, that he hangs by his hip. He keeps the blade very well sharpened even though he rarely uses it.

Other Items: All he brought along a straw hat which he wears when it rains.

Other Information: Love the plot

[Tainted]

This is a much more appropriate way of showing your love. Accepted.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Djinn]

Name: Everu (Eev-eer-oi); as an escape from his old life, he chose to change his name from the original (Benign Osage).
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty
Number: Five
World: Fifth World; 1365; England; After the new outbreak of plague.

Appearance: Everu's build is leanly muscled with a fit set of legs and pale skin. His eyes are deep gray pools with a piercing quality to them nonetheless, and an intelligence expected of an assassin, but much warmer. His nose is pointed in the way of most royalty, though he carries himself with an obvious humbleness. A close call has left his otherwise flawless back with a ragged diagonal scar across it, faintly visible. Despite the need for stealth, Everu's hair is shoulder length and an almost white-blond, with bangs that cover much of his forehead and hang over his eyes.

Everu's wear is somewhat mundane, but not completely assassin-like. Tight fitting black garb, pants and tunic, and soft soled boots. Different from others, however, he doesn't use the customary long daggers, but two simple stock sai in a cross formation on his back. He wears a cloak, not of typical assassin's garb either (doesn't slow his speed at pulling the sai), unhooded and secured in a fashion so that it lies diagonally across his back; the point touches the ground. A dark gray sash slashes across his chest in a diagonal fashion. If he is wishing for intimidation, or just feels theatrical, he might don a pure silver mask that somewhat slants across his face, leaving his right eye and mouth revealed. The mask is chiseled and sculpted to fit his face perfectly, allowing his pointed nose to show through.

Personality: The mind of an assassin cloaks the outer layers of his real personality from external view, a forgettable masked face and a cold, ruthless demeanor attribute to how others find him inhospitable, hostile, and utterly sadistic. Beneath an outer seemingly "murderous" greed lies the truth, a vulnerability that should never be exposed. Everu is a kind and gentle man, forlorn in his assassinations to make pittance enough for living. An avid reader, and a warm intellect and wisdom lie behind the hard black dots of eyes during the kill. His mind so contradicts his career, with an inner passiveness. He is almost a Gandhi reborn in his supression of anger, and nonviolent approach when possible. Everu understands, though, that force is sometimes necessary to complete an objective. Though a passive aggressive sort of person, Everu doesn't hesitate to violence toward a foe that utterly deserves it; he stands tall against the night that cloaks him, and if everything were colored in black and white, he becomes a silvery gray mist. He loves an intellectual conversation, where otherwise he grows silent as the grave. Despite his ability to deceive, his inner heart holds and honesty and loyalty most true; against it all, even, lies a deepest understanding of all points of view. Though his job might be a lamentable choice, Everu is true of heart, but sometimes his goodness lies on unstable ground, and change from silent assassin to killer in cold blood is still a viable option each day, in which he finds himself fighting with all his will against the evils of his past and present, ever missing the future.

History: From birth, Everu's life has been a landscape of steep inclines and declines, no in betweens to be found. Three years into his life, his mother was taken by the Black Plague and his father grew distant to everything in a depressed state of mind, only getting up from his easy chair to make sure they were barricaded from the tumult the disease had caused in Europe. For years his paranoid father refused to unlock the door, but to receive a sanatized delivery man with the necessary supplies. Everu's friendly relationship with this other survivor of the plague was irrefutable in its solidity, and even at the young age of eight he found himself able to interpret the man easily, and even gave advice to him now and again, something his adult friend would never have expected. Everu was young then, and the only thing required to gain his trust was the presentation of a good book. Though underpaid sometimes, the unmistakably clever delivery man was always sure to bring Everu a book of high regard in any circle. Through this, Everu's opinions and views found the side of good in the years of solitude, until age ten. At age twelve, Everu had to make some way the rent for his father, who had been crippled in a sudden accident that went unexplainable by doctors to this day. Everu couldn't resist when a man offered him a job as a petty thief for pay more than enough to support his father, who wasn't to know his son wasn't exactly taking the good path to fortune. For three years, Everu stole for his contact anything he wanted, and developed a skill with throwing daggers, acrobatic talent, and unarmed arts, stealth thrown in for good measure. It was then at fifteen, that when meeting his contact with the goods, an older greedy man, that he came to find a man in dark garb murdering his master on the shining night cobblestones of his own courtyard. The man offered Everu a chance at life, as he had witnessed the crime, if he joined his assassin business. The pay was substantial, and the hitman promised that the only people to be killed would be those that truly deserved it. Everu bought it, hook, line, and sinker, and proceeded to take residence with his newfound partner of roughly twenty years of age. It was a bit of surprise when he found himself actually working for the Catholic church, taking lives to secure their power in greater amounts. The only way Everu's fellow assassin kept him on board was by promising that if he left, his father would be found dead by the next morning. Everu was experienced enough to see that this man was honest about it, and he didn't doubt his skill that obviously surpassed his. Some six years later, another plague has hit Europe and of the same intensity as the Black Death. Thousands have already fallen, and Everu's father has died just yesterday. Finding himself faced with the chance at freedom, Everu slaughtered his rogue master and pledged it might be the last of the killings, may God forgive his sins.

Weaponry: Simply out of routine, Everu carries daggers concealed in various places (a total of five), and two sai in a cross formation across his back. The daggers double as throwing knives.

Other Items: Everu is an alchemist and capable of making many herbal cures or explosive powders. He carries a myriad of ingredients and small containers and vials (poison included) in a small wooden box he keeps with him at most times. Otherwise, his only other supplies consist of a lockpick and various other tools of thievery.

Other Information: Though he might be from a time period far from the present, Everu has a natural affinity for any kind of technology. Given a little bit of time, he can figure out most devices, regardless of how futuristic they are. Everu is a bit of an inventor and scientist, and is easy to grasp most concepts relating to these fields

[Tainted]

Accepted, we're all good to go. If I'm partying tomorrow, it'll be up saturday, if I'm not-- it'll be up tomorrow.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[extremeanimefreak]

I take it you went partying?...lol...[unless your almost nocturnal like me and Von...lol Sorry I just needed something to do.