~*Yes or No*~ The RPG Idea Topic ....Everyone Take a Look

[sesshomaru]

Tentative Title: Elemental Academy High
Basis: Pokemon
Genre: High School-u should know what that types of genres happen there
Characters Needed: max limit of 12 students
Basic Plot:
~*The Element Academy*~
In Kanto, way south of Cinnabar Islands there is their is an island called Elemental Isle. On the isle lies an high renown pokemon training high school, "Elemental High." A school that pushes the trainer and their pokemon to their limits. Only by a special invite are students allowed to enroll. Come test your skills at Elemental High




Other Info-Theres 4 towers: Fire,Water,Electric,Ground. Each student has 1 pokemon. Throughout random times challanges will be announced throughout the rpg*.


*I need ideas for challenges and i just can't find a mainstream plot inside my head. Please suggest things.

An idea for a challenge could just be awards the school gives you for beating opponents. Opponnts being other trainers.

[Toxicity]

Bored. And tragically, school will start soon for me (well, tomorrow). Wanted to get this up beforehand.

Tentative Title ~ Ressurection of Desire
Basis ~ Digimon, with minor influence from The Legend of Zelda...but LoZ has no other involvement other than small references.
Genre ~ Action, Adventure, Fantasy, and others
Characters Needed: 10 teenagers chosen to ressurect the elemental crests, the essences of the spirits needed to overcome the darkness spilt into their hearts by a new sort of evil.

Plot ~

Long ago, when the world was only young, the spirits known as the gods became the guardians over the elements: Fire, Ice, Wind, Electricity, Water, Forest, Time(also known as Magick), Light, Earth, and an element some considered unnatural, but Metal existed through the minerals used to create weaponry and other sorts of items used in life. The crests, however, contained their powers as a mortal avatar, resting within random locations across the world, kept the world in line, as if they were the religious icons of the world. However, the shadow of the world spawned yet another element, Shadow, which became the divine element of the demons which spawned from these leftover objects from the Creation. Despite this existance, the shadow creatures were scared back to their pool of origin by the force of the light. And from that point forward, peace continued

Those were the tales told by those growing up in the world. While it was true, it was still told through stories in which became nothing more than almost forgotten while the religions were created. Conflicts were fought in the name of the leaders of these faiths. And from the hatred brewed a demon so vile, and so powerful, that the light did not even dare to afflict him. This was Gigyasmon, who could be called anything from Lucifer, to even Hades. Using what powers he had, he stormed into the grounds which held the crests, and tainted them, somehow tainting the souls that would someday be risen by destiny through reincarnation. And in order to save their world, the gods divided the spirituality in the world from the mortals. And, like the past legends, became long forgotten of their actual existance.

The Fire Spirit of Courage developed into Fear...the Ice of Friendship became a depressing Loneliness...Windy Love was transformed into hate...and Electric Knowledge became Insolence. Water Reliability created Hypocrisy, Sincerity of the Forest spawned Pride, Time's Magickal Hope became Pessimism, and Light, however, became the Shadow of Darkness. Earth's Kindness became Cruelty, and the Metallic Miracles became Destruction. That was the result of the wrath and greed of Gigyasmon. And through the passage of time, the souls that were afflicted came into newer bodies, which the gods promised would somehow be revived to their true state.

Winter 2005. Tokyo, Japan. You somehow feel like your main traits pointed out by people are becoming more and more apparent. Whether or not you feel like it's a random streak of paranoia, or just criticism, you continue with these prepreations for Christmas. Heading home, you take in the mail with you. Once you get inside, you realize that there is one in an unusually colored eveloped, unlabeled, and no return address. Curiosity coming over you, you open the envelope and read an unusual little story...about spirits, the avatars, and the ultimate evil taking the avatars into darkness. You look down to see a symbol in a darker varient of the envelope's color, varying by letter. It unusually glows...and suddenly, you fall to the ground, passing out as you cling to the letter as if you depended on it.

You awaken to an unfamiliar setting. It doesn't even seem like any part of Japan, either. Confused, you sit up and see an unusual animal, carrying a small device, next to you. Dropping it into the palm of your hand, it begins to speak. It tells you that it is a spy for the gods, working under the ultimate evil known as Gigyasmon. Odd enough, you remember the legend in the letter which somehow brought you here. It continues on with how it is a Digimon, or Digital Monster, an inhabitant to this world. You're then told that before you're tracked down by the telekinesis of Gigyasmon, you must find the others brought here into this world. Standing up at an instant, you set forth to find this group who, like you, were "tainted".

[Mystic_clown]

Hmm, not a bad idea Sango (notices signature) what's the RPG mafia? Anyway, I've got an idea for a comedy RPG, but I want to make sure it will at least get some attention before I put my time into it. I'll give you the title

"Resident Wonka"

This was just an idea a friend and I were kicking around.

[Toxicity]

Thanks, Mystic. I'll more than likely try to fit the idea into my already jam-packed schedule. x.x;; Your idea seems a little interesting, too.

And the RPG Mafia? Well, ask the Donna(Drusilla) if you're interested in joining, but basically the RPG Mafia is a group of us good/veteran RPGers.

[Shinryu0]

*Tentative Title Power Above God

*Basis Basically...Bleach (google it if you don't know what it is, I'm to lazy =))

*Genre Romance, adventure, fantasy, might entwine with religious matters...

*Characters Needed 7 teenagers entrusted with special powers to overcome darkness and defeat the evil God Apocolypse before he can defeat the "good" God and make Earth into one of his slave planets

*Basic Plot

It is time...

God (that's our God, the good one :smilie, sent his archangels down to Earth to choose the destined ones, ones with high spirit power and potential to defeat Apocolypse, to save all the slave planets, and Earth, and to rid the universe of Apcolypse!

In the town of Tokyo, 7 teenagers live their normal life as high school students, hanging with friends, procrastinating homework...until one night, when they were all asleep, a strange light came to each of them and with a sudden flash, each teenager had the same dream…

[b]There was mayhem in some place…far far away…the sky was red and everyone was running from dark monsters, which were casting dark spells upon anything that stood in their way…Soon, everything was annihilated, every living creature and structure was obliterated. Then, the second wave came, more dark creatures with strange tools, scurried into a large circle. One of them hurried into the middle, and threw a pole in the air; in mid air the pole spun around and small parts came out of the bottom of it. They extended far, looking like a tripod for a camera, and a large black sphere emerged from the tip. The massive “thing” that used to be just a pole settled down on the floor, not breaking or falling or anything.

The other minions quickly ran up the legs, literally, towards the sphere, and inserted wires into holes of the sphere, holding onto the other end of the wire. They raised their free hand and murmured an incantation. Small rods shot up the floor, they absorbed electricity from the atmosphere, and put the other end of the wires in every rod. The sphere started emanating energy, and a dark purple laser shot into the sky from the sphere…feeding power to the mighty Apocolypse.

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[b][i]On a large throne somewhere in a different galaxy, near a massive portal swirling in the darkness, sat the Apocolypse...He hid in the deepest of shadows, only his blood red eyes shone from the dark...Next to his throne sat a small crystal orb, which if broken would destroy the Apocolypse, for it fed him with the many spheres of power he planted all over the universe. It was the only way to defeat him.

~~~

[color=orange]As the dream ends, they all jolt out of their beds in the middle of the night, sweating and pondering about the dream they just had. There was a small voice in their heads, telling them to meet at a certain place.

It was a stormy night.

:biggrin:

[Mystic_clown]

Shinryu0: hmm, not bad. Needs a bit of work though.

I've put the "Resident Wonka" idea on hold for now. Here's another idea I've been kicking around.

Title: Rocket Acadamy
Basis: pokemon, anything else spawned from my twisted mind.
Genre: a bit of everything really
Characters needed: students at Rocket Academy
Basic Title:

Things have not been going well for the once proud Team Rocket. Once the most feared criminal organisation in Kanto, Jhoto and Hoenn, Team Rocket is now on the verge of disbanding, all because of the lack of members. Members of Team Rocket are dropping at an alarming rate, all for a number of reasons. Team Aqua and Magma, the police and variou other disasters including a certain trainer and his pikachu. As you can see, being a Rocket and be very hazardous to your health.

so, why not recuite more members? Well, a powerful organisation like Team Rocket needs powerful members. But, as talent scouts find out, most powerful trainers have developed something called "morals" and instead decide to go against Team Rocket. At this rate, they're gaining more enemies then allies. It seems that the end is near for Team Rocket.

Then they got it. Why not start an academy to train young, inspiring trainers into cunning and powerful members of Team Rocket. If this plan works, a new generation of Rockets will be appearing very soon. They succeeded in gaining a number of students (by any means necassary). The first term of the year is appraoching and the new students are goign to need all the luck they can get to make it past the first week.

Welcome, to Rocket Academy.

What do you think? I'm still tinkering with the plot.

[Shinryu0]

Mystic Clown: I like the idea, sounds interesting, it's similar to WOOHP and that's one of my favorite RPGs =)

[Crystal Tears]

Title: The Age of Dragons- Birth of the Tamer
Basis: my own idea. With a bit of Reign of fire idea in it.
Genre: Fantasy >_>
Characters needed: Dragons and human survivors.
Basic Title:

"And which part did you not understand?" A large scaled beast hissed at another, his eyes gleaming emerald that fades to a beautiful gold. Large spike like horns come from the back of his head, located right behind the elf like ears. Giant reptilian wings sprout from his body. The scales on him brilliant silver, long thick whiskers on his face fade to black, much like his long slender tail. "Humans are not prohibited to see us! No matter how trustworthy!"
The one he hissed at was a smaller beast, bronze in colour, small ram like horns just beginning to grow. His wings connected to his forearms, making his walk almost exactly like a bat. Large muscular back legs carry the weight of a huge tail. His eyes were red that faded to a black.

"I do recall you trusting humans..." The Smaller one snapped, glaring into the Elders eyes. "How dare you hiss your tongue at me when you are guilty of the same crime."

"And we paid the price!" The Elder hissed, trying his best to hold himself back from tearing the youngling apart. "We had to go in hiding!"

"Only because you wouldn't fight back!" The Youngling snarled, slamming his tail onto the cold cave floor. "You wouldn't let us fight! The humans would be nothing if you were to let us destroy their pathetic kind!"

"Killing off another species... No matter how pathetic, is not the way of the dragon. Dragon's have honour."

The youngling had enough of the Elders words, slamming his head into the Elders neck, he watched the Elder topple over. Smiling his whispered to the elder. "Honour? Hiding in a hole is not honourable... I will restore the dragon's honour."

"Vercingetorix..." The Elder hissed, barely managing to stand up straight o meet his opponents face. "Exactly how many dragons do you expect will rally to your cause? You attacked an Elder..."

Vercingetorix turned to the Elder and growled towards him. "I remember a time when you called me Son. I remember the time when I was proud of you father. But I have grown up, and many dragons are sick of hiding from a race whose power is nothing compared to ours..."

He attacked; Vercingetorix opened his mouth to bare the sharp incisors that many dragons feared. He breathed in sharply, and then, blew out, wicked flames spout from his mouth, licking his fathers face, and burning it, The elder cried out in pain, so loud, that every dragon in the cave heard, and knew Vercingetorix plan had begun. With the plan in motion, the human race begins to experience and odd chain of events...

* * * * * * *

You sit on board the plane, doing whatever, you just happen to look out your window and swore you saw a giant scaled bird flying beside your plane. You brush it off though, thinking it's just your imagination playing games with you.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, We will be arriving at our-"

A loud crash and tearing noise is heard, and the next thing you know, wind is rushing around you and when you look out the window, your tumbling down towards a charred black city, which you can see has burning cars, and buildings.

Another loud crash makes you turn around, a beam of fire slams into hull right behind you, incinerating everyone, and then, causing the tail to fall right off.

You scream, and cover your face, now free falling towards the ground, you feel a rough lurch, loud screeches, and then silence.

* * * * * * *

One of the few survivors of the plane crash, you are left to fend on your own as Beasts of Fire terrorize what's left of your used to be world. Around you, you feel the heat of the fire; hear the screams of victims being eaten alive or burnt to ashes.
Your goal, your mission is to survive. You must use any means necessary to survive the dragon's ruthless attacks, and attempts to devour you. Somewhere in the charred world, may lay the secret of the dragons, and how to tame them...

* * * * * * *

The brethren of Fire, your mission is to burn human civilization, and anyone who tries to stand in your way. Vercingetorix has given you the honour to fly in the skies you once ruled, make your leader proud.

Shinryu0: Sounds cool. Me like.

Mystic Clown: Oooh. Me likes. Rocket School sounds fun. ^^ Hehe violence, and stealing pokemon. Whats not to love? ^.^

[Shinryu0]

Crystal Tears: Dragons...As long as they're dragons it sounds awesome =) I like!

[Weasel Overlord]

Tentative Title: Reign of Eternity
Basis: Dragons!!
Genre: Fantasy...soesn't the 'dragons' give that away?
Characters Needed: Four leader dragons, and about five others per clan.
Basic Plot: Set on the world of Pandora. Obviously it isn't finished yet, but playable characters will be mostly dragons unless anyone wants a human ^^ There are four clans of dragons; Dawn, Midday, Evening, and Midnight, all with different attitudes to humans. The mentioned box (Pandora's box, heh heh), needs chaos to survive and so it lures a human into opening it and so unleashing dragons on the world of Pandora.
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It was lonely.

The runes on the side of the box glowed and pulsated gently, as if in boredom.

It waits, beyond the mortal world, yet inhabiting it at the same time. Waiting for it’s time.

Hiding its precious secret. Its precious cargo of another plane.

Suddenly, the runes begin to glow a ferocious red, as if they were steeped in blood. It no longer had an air of anticipation about it. Now, it knew. Its time was near.

Pulsing in glee, the box waited its last. Reaching out with all its might, it snared a gullible and easily manipulated soul from the Human world of Pandora.

Soon, they would experience chaos. And it would fuel the box until it grew powerful enough to release its precious cargo. And then, there would be true chaos.

Once, the box had been likened to Loki, the trickster god of Norse Mythology. Loki had destroyed the Human world of Earth long ago, but it still revelled in the name.

Loki. A God of Chaos. All it needed was this final world, and it would become all-powerful.

The runes glowed brighter, deeper red than before, and an eerily smug aura came from the box.

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The world of Pandora is inhabited by Humans, left behind by the Creator Race to tend their planet until their return. However, not many now remember the Creators, viewing them as myths to scare children in the depths of night.

Usually quite a boring world, Pandora sits, rotating gently in its atmosphere, unaware of events happening on its surface. The comet that has just punctured its flesh and air is quickly forgotten as the atmospheric hole heals itself and long ago the planet decided not to bother with the tiny things that scuttled over its mantle. They were insignificant. But as the planet rotated, the insignificant beings were gathering round a magical occurrence that had fallen from the sky.

A comet, leaving a trail of hot dust behind it as it fell, landed smack at the bottom of Mount Xenon and, snug in its crater, it cooled.

A nearby pair of scouts had espied the comet as it fell and scurried to the landing site to investigate. Upon their arrival, the comet had cooled enough for a small piece to break off invitingly, leaving a fresh and shiny surface underneath like clean cut lithium. Just beneath the surface of the rock was a corner, poking out enough for one of the scouts no notice.

Chattering to each other in their own language, they approached the corner curiously, reaching out hands to touch it. Quite cool, they began to scrape away the surrounding rock, chiselling at it with small chisel-like implements until the last chunk of rock fell leaving the corner fully exposed to be realised as a box. A slight whispering sound began as the box was slid out of its snug casing, whole and covered with twisting runes of many colours.

The scouts gaped in awe. Nothing like this had ever been see before and it must be taken to the Chief of their tribe. Holding it with reverence, they proceeded to the village and then to the tent of the chief, decorated with eagle feathers and spirit stones.

The scouts dropped to their knees as the chief exited his tent, for he had heard the news and wished to see the mysterious artefact.


So, who's interested???

[Mew Master]

Interested... but where do the Dragons come into play? :/?

[Weasel Overlord]

Well, I did say it wasn't finished yet...by that, I meant the script wasn't finished...the dragons come out of the box once it's opened by the chief. They're currently waiting in another plane, held captive by the mean box! ^^ Hope that helped.

[Mew Master]

Yup... still interested. ^^

[-/Deathborn/-]

EDIT: Dang notepad...And I really feel like changing my name...
Hello, everyone. Long time...no see, I guess. An idea I got last night while dreaming. Weird...

Title: Cheating Death: The Horrors of 2046
Basis: My freakish idea, from my dreams. Ya. That's right. Read on...please?
Genre: Horror, Suspence, Fantasy, Scifi(somewhat).
Characters Needed: One Ascended Human, about 6-7 regular students-turned-freaks, and a couple military generals, and troops.
Summary:

The Year is 2146...a dig site has uncovered an ancient science lab...

"It's amazing what some people leave behind..." One archeolosgist said.
The dark hallway was crumbling. The ceiling was cracked. The place was old...
"The sonar said that this was some sort of lab." His partner said.
As they got to an open room, dust was everywhere. It was getting hard to breathe easily. In the center of the floor, a circliar platform was mysteriously untouched, it's surface smooth. Next to it, a console was also untouched by the erosion of 100 years. The buttons on the console appeared to be working, the lead archeaologist pressed three buttons in order on a panel. The labels were not in english, but Latin.
"Whoa!"
The circliar platform hummed to life, a bright, holographic image of a strand of DNA appeared on it, spiraling upwards. The light lit up the room. At certain points in the image, a label in the same Latin was popping up all over it.
"This is an image of Human DNA..." The lead archeologist said.
He looked onto a screen behind him, and lines and lines of Latin text were scrolling up, down, and sideways across the screen.
"I know Latin...I can read it, but I wouldn't be able to keep up with it." The second archeologist said, who was still gawking at the hologram of DNA.
He went up to the screen, and started to read the first lines on the top...
"This is Auroran Tallon's Research Log...Project:Ascension Day 1" He read.
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DAY 1:
Already, my colleages are questioning my reasearch...I have just put up all the equipment...and now they want me to take it all down, they say it is "inhumane to
try and reach a higher plane of existance...we were ment to stay here"...it is rubbish to me. I will succeed, even if the test subject is myself...the DNA Manipulator
will respond to me and me only. Even my closest friends are questioning whether to stay and watch me, or go on with their experiments and such...I will continue to
reasearch, test, and succeed, even after death on this plane of existance.
DAY 2:
I have managed to keep the demolition crews at bay...I started to use the machines at my disposal. The DNA Manipulator manipulated it's first sample-a virus known
back then to be "Influenza", I made it harmless by changing several strands in it's DNA, but now the true test has begun. I need a human test subject. But who?
DAY 3:
I have no other choice. I have slept on who...who will subject themselves to have their DNA manipulated? I even promised to revert their DNA when I was done!
I swore by the Holy Bible!! WHY? It is no matter. When I finish this log, I will put the machine on full auto. The DNA implanted will force my mental self to evolve at
a much faster rate. My research has said that the normal human brain uses about 5-10% of it's capabilites at one time. 80-90% is requried for ascension. If all goes
well, with enough treatments in the machine, I will reach that point. The next step will be after I fully implant the strands needed into my brain, to have it adjust until it
approaches 50-60% useage. Then in a time of extreme danger, I will walk into the hibernation chamber, and be frozen in space, and age. But I will be safe until I
ascend...farewell.
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"It ends on Day 3. Maybe...ah! Here we are. ending notes..." The second archeologist said.
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FINAL NOTES:
It is June 6th, and all seems to be going well. I am preparing the enter the hibernation chamber. The rest of the school is getting ready to watch an experiment with
the top students in the school. Their plans are to combine human and beast DNA via a gas. They are taking every precaution, but I disgress-I declined to watch. More
important matters of cosmic theory are taking place. Here, in this lab, far below the surface and floors of the school. Farewell, my esteemed colleages, I shall see
you on the next plane of existance...life beyond death. It is only the beginning.
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"That's it? Did he succeed?" The lead archeologist asked with a tint of worry, like at any moment the lab would collaspe.
The second archeologist looked at the following lines with sheer terror appearing on his face...
"It's terrible..." He said glumly.
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There has been an accident with the experiment...the students who watched were exposed to the fusing gas. They are now all changing...but I have sealed myself in.
I now finish this log. I will enter the hibneration chamber, scramble my notes, and translate into Latin, so no one could ever operate my machines. Farewell. For the last
time.
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"That is terrible...the air is clean above, right?" The lead archeologist asked.
The second nodded in a hastefull manner.
"No abnormals detected in the air. It's clean...but still? What happened on that day?" He asked.
The lights flickered on a distant wall. The revealed chamber was offline, the opening was covered in solid ice. It was cold to the touch.
The lead man walked over, his flashlight revealed the face of a man locked in the ice. He had a gray robe with no shirt, and dark gray jeans. His eyes were closed,
and he hair was a shade of blonde and brown, but his expression made him seem innocent, locked in ice forever.
"This isn't Auroran, right?" The lead man said as he reached for a button on a panel.
The second archeologist, staring at the screen, managed to read out more-
"His name's Khalek Tallon. He kidnapped him while ascended and did the same thing he did to him as himself. So he's almost there, as well." The second archeologist
said.
The lead archeologist pressed a button on a panel. The ice glowed with the light flashing behind it.
"Hey! Don't touch anything!" The second archeologist yelled.
"I was just looking for a light switch!" The lead one said back.
The ice seemed to ripple and disentergate into nothing. The man fell over onto the ground, and the lead archeologist called up the men above on his radio.
"This is Johnson, get a medical team down here ASAP..."
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(100 YEARS AGO)
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You are one of the students at the School for Youth Scientists, heading for an experiment session with the entire school, except for one named Auroran Tallon, for
he wanted to finish up his own first as soon as possible. The experiment shown will involve fusing of human and beast DNA to show to that kid that he didn't need
any "tech-toys" to change DNA. Little do you know, your life will be changed for the worst...forever.
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Pretty long, eh? Discuss, and no reserving. At all. Okay? I just had to get this out here, see what you thought of it...later.
*crosses fingers and hopes for the best*

[Weasel Overlord]

Tentative Title: Otherworld
Basis: My own brain!! Mwahaa!!
Genre: Fantasy
Characters Needed: 8 maximum
Basic Plot:

Otherworld.

The Border is failing.

Torran Ylldier fled Telone, tripping over the torn remains of his robes as he went, not looking back. His eyes were blurred with tears of pain and incredulity, and what remained of his wing trailed behind him, limp and bloodied, banging against his shoulders now and again. He winced in pain at each bang, but still he ran.

Torran Ylldier ran as if the very demons of hell were chasing him.

The souls of the dead wailed in glee, their howling terrible to hear for the inhabitants of Telone.

‘Free!’

They dived away form the Border, errant souls hell-bent on revenge. For they hated the place in which they were imprisoned. They had been promised an eternity of paradise. Beyond the Border, there was only pain and sorrow. They would take any opportunity that presented itself to them, and here it was. The perfect opportunity, a weak link in the Border, a crack ripe for the exploiting.
And outside, there were souls waiting to be replaced, bodies to be stolen. Minds to take over.
The opportunity was ripe, and the evil ones took it.

The souls of the dead have escaped their prison, and now they roam Telone freely and unhindered, for there is no way of telling that a body is inhabited by a soul that is not it’s own.
No way but one. Each wrong soul leaves an almost undetectable stigmata in the form of a tattoo. Usually swirling in shape and complex, these tattoos are easily hidden, allowing the souls to do their evil work unnoticed.

The evil ones plan to destroy the Border completely, and when they take over a body, the occupying soul is ousted into oblivion, for without the ritualistic rites of death, they cannot pass beyond the Border.

But first, there is the problem of Torran Ylldier. He flees Telone for the knowledge is too much for him to take. He is one of the few who can detect the stigmata of the wrong souls without seeing the tattoos. This power comes in the form of Aura-Sight, an ability to view a person’s aura as it radiates from their soul. A wrong soul has a negative aura, black or deep purples in colour, and they tend to pulse slightly.

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Each player has a pick from four races; Demal, the Falith-Hai, the Rae, and Old Humans. Race descriptions can be found below.
There are five wrong souls that can be had, and anyone who wants one should say in their sign-up form, in which they should also put the original name of their character, the race of the character, and the name of the soul which now inhabits the body.
Each wrong soul has a single power, but it’s entirely up to the player as to what it is. PM me of you’re unsure as to what’s allowed...but obviously nothing godlike or ‘uber’ will be allowed.
A few characters will have the ability of Aura-Sight, to a limit of three characters. PM me if you want this ability.

Races.

Old Human: Well, Humans, as the name suggests. No specialised powers, but a select few are born with odd traits or weak magical powers. When magical powers are apparent in Old Humans, they range from being healing, to destructive in nature, the intensity of the power based entirely upon the person.
Include any magical powers in you sign-up, but the character must have a good reason for having them...eg: Their family has some Falith-Hai blood in it.

Demal: The Demal are a winged race who are capable of flight. They are a serene race who tend towards meditative studies and they are quite ritualistic in their daily life, often taking hours to prepare something that could be done sooner by any other race.
The Demal are the Guardians of the Border, and so are more susceptible to being taken over by wrong souls, and they have a rudimentary magic based upon the mind which meditation helps to improve. Abilities such as telekinesis are some of the more common magics.
Include wing colourings and markings in your sign-ups, please.

Rae: The Rae are a swamp-bound race who love damp and dark places. They tend to be quite short with pale hair colours.
They are a magical race, but their magic finds it’s power from the soul of the wielder. Because their magic comes from the soul, there isn’t really any way for it to be evil, as no soul is intrinsically evil. The Rae magic takes the form of healing in most, but some have been known to have other powers, such as weak illusion.
Include magic type in your sign-up and the strength of it.

Falith-Hai: The Falith-Hai are a symbiotic race who join with plants upon their coming of age. This was originally done as a survival instinct, but it has become a tradition that is fiercely continued. The Falith take their home in forest country and they are very close to nature. They have rudimentary magic, as the Demal do, but the Falith magic is natural based and involves tree-speech and communicating with other natural beings.
The Falith-Hai’s symbiotic plants have their own natures and names, so be sure to include them in your sign-up, along with the type of magic your character possesses.

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That's it so far...but hey! Anyone interested??

[Arnen]

WO: *hops up and down* I wanna join! o.o

[kalad1]

Tentative Title: Blurring of the Line
Basisparked by the RPGMaker game, A Blurred Line
Genre: Sci-fi/fantasy, with an emphasis on how good and evil can be hard to percieve.
Characters needed: 4-5 minimum, will take more if they can be gotten.

Basic Plot:

The group hurried up the tower, a massive complex that heralded the might of technology. The entire building creaked with the strain being put upon it, if they didn't hurry, The sabotuers would release the Power Colony, and everyone would be without power. In the ride up the elevator, they fretted, if the colony was released, not only would they lose their entire power source, the thousand people on board would die. The elevator beeped, and they rushed into the control room. They were almost done. "Stop!" shouted the leader of the group, "Those people don't need to die today!"
One of the sabotuers turned and shouted, "You don't care about those people any more than we do!" And the rest continued releasing the Colony's electromagnetic link.
Then, two of the group rushed them, being fended off just as the last section was released, the sabotuers then fled down an emergency exit...


One Year Previously...

You are Tenants of Apartment Floor 16 in Sector 35 of Karta city, you just slept in, and are late for work at the Telectric Industries power distribution center. Little do you know that you will all have your destiny forever altered by the end of the day, or the events you'll be a part of a year from now....

[Yero Thropp]

I don't have time to write it all out now, but I'll get up the form as soon as possible...

I'd like to make an RPG based on World of Warcraft. Any suggestions on how this might work? I'm thinking that we should all be Alliance or all be Hoard... it'll make things easier.

Again, any suggestions?

[Haruko.]

Yero thropp-- Its a good idea Yero. I think you'ed have to set alot of ground rules though. OR people might get out of hand, and you also have to realize, there has to be a plot of why this rpg is taking place. I don't see many rpgs that give you the free will to 'live another life' so to speak. IT might be cuz they never last.
But still a good idea, I'd probably join. ^_~ Hope you get it up soon.

Kalad- Interesting, but it needs some work. I guess I'm having trouble filling in the blanks. But its a good plot none the less!

[Bamm]

[color=green]/Deathborn/: I like the story line. I was apart of an RPG much like this a time ago, but it died...(sob)...I would definitely join.[/c]

[Toxicity]

Tentative Title - Rain After Dusk
Basis - Pokemon(in a different time) mainly, but with some twists inspired by the Legend of Zelda series, Paper Mario, and as well as my twisted fantasy world.
Genre - Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Drama.
Characters Needed - Various roles expanding from minions of darkness, followers of the gods, and mere rogues involved in the "war" for their own destiny.
Basic Plot -

Life has changed vastly in the Pokemon world ever since the legendary deaths of Maxie and Archie 500 years in the past. Political empires have crumbled, leaving rule only to clan leaders of nomads. Pokemon is still a staple use of people, yet another major reliance of survival depended upon weapons and magic. Magic wielders who had tamed the elements became the Heavenly Sages, who made sure that their gods were pleased and that darkness was kept in tact.

However, the sage who tamed Dark magic became corrupt, and the other sages had to assasinate him. The god of evil ressurected him with his power and magic, making him an immortal almost "Redead", known simply as Dazh(pronounced Doz). Dazh managed to wield various Pokemon and possessed the souls of many people, creating an army of darkness who sealed away the sages in a comatose state, and it was said that the heart of a pure one would revive them...

Believing that it was them, an army of commoners came together, believing that the Fates of Time would allow them to overcome this new wave of evil. However, being mortal, they were also doomed to die. And still, it was believed by the gods that the pure one would be only at random, yet did not say if it'd be one alone, or a selected few would be blessed by the gods' magic. Will the world ever become peaceful again?

EDIT: Crappy description, I know. I'll make it longer as the thoughts progress...

[The_Missing_Link]

I would be interested in that. I need to start getting back into RPG anyway

[Mystic_clown]

Not a bad idea Kikyo. It needs a bit of touching up, but the whole idea sounds good. I need to get back into RPGing as well.

[kalad1]

Tentative Title: Crossover Crisis
Basis: RPGs and my own twisted mind
Genre:Fantasy, Sci-fi, adventure, and a bit of everything else thrown in the blender.
Characters needed: Characters from other RPGs you've been in.
Basic Plot:

Three beings, born since the dawn of time, observing all the myriad universes, desperate for a solution. These beings being the very status of perfection were tasked with maintaining law and order for all of eternity. Yet a flaw had happened, the Nexus was in danger, and if anything happened to it, it wouldn't be pretty, for anyone. These three beings who had once marveled at their own perfection now looked upon what had happened in fear and anticipation.

"I say we make our champions out of nothing! It would be wrong to pluck them away from their worlds!" Spoke the red mist. He was the intellectual of the three always looking to create and expand to fix any problem.

"But, if the nexus is harmed, they will suffer greatly! I say we pluck them up, we don't have the time to make new ones!" Declared the blue crystal. She was the impulsive of the three not wanting to waste any time to solve a problem that could be solved today.

"I fear Blue is right, my friend, as much as I hate to inconvienience them, it would take far too long to make champions from nothing. Besides, we can return them nanoseconds after they left, so it will not disrupt their world's fates." Stated a yellow liquid. He was the level headed of the three bringing order and balance to them.

The two other entities thought for a bit, and agreed. They began scanning the worlds, ready to pluck up promising ones. The situation would have to be handled delicately and with great care, yet time was of the essence.

Meanwhile, at the world of the nexus, a storm raged over a mountain. Within, a black entity raged, seeking to break free.

[Bamm]

YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT!...Oh...I mean... Yeah that's nice. I would definitely sign-up...

[Bear]

Tentative Title: Anime War XII: Anniversary edition
Basis: All Anime/Video games
Genre: Battle
Characters Needed: Anything, as long as it's a legit character.
Basic Plot: All credit for the original idea goes to World Collision, may he rest in peace. Essentially, everyone who signs up picks an anime/VG character to do battle with. You are placed on a team, and, using your wits and creativity, try and eliminate your opponents. Each character is given an equal number of "Health Bars" and some "Potions" and make posts describing their attacks on an opponent. Last person left with health bars wins! More specific rules will be posted in the topic, just wanted to see if people wanted the ol' Anime War back, since it just reached its 5 year anniversary.

[Bulbasaur4]

^_^ I'm all for it Bear!!

*leaps up and down*

[Roy Karrde]

Alright first post in the Yes or No topic in the new RPG Lounge, Well I have been throwing back and forth a idea for a new Mewtations RPG. I got the okay from the original creator to try it, and here is the plot.

Tentative Title: Mewtations 5: Out of the Ashes they shall come
Basis: The Mewtations series from 2001 - 2003
Genre: Pokemon, A little bit Sci Fi, Adventure/Action
Characters Needed: Pre-teens to Teens, the original had kids ranging from I believe 15 and lower so lets try and keep with that.

Basic Plot: It all began with a group of outcast children living on the far side of Mt Moon. It only took one night for their lives to change. On that one night a Team Rocket extermination squad chased one of the last legendaries into that camp of children. The children found that Pokémon, battered and beaten. That Pokémon was Mew, and with its last ounce of strength it bestowed on the children the powers of Pokémon. The children were now thrust into a world that they had tried to escape, a world in which Team Rocket ruled all life with an iron grip. Yet with a little bit of luck and teamwork, the children who had dubbed themselves “the Mewtations” brought down Team Rocket and restored peace and order to the world.

All was well until Mew called upon them again. This time they were sent across the universe to battle an unnatural evil that threatened the lives of Pokémon on another planet. Again they were victorious in battle and returned home. But on their way home they were thrown back into the past and later into the future to battle the last force that would threaten the Pokémon world. Yet the battle was not with out consequences; Annika, one of the first members of the Mewtations, was lost in the future.

With peace restored, the Mewtations settled back down into their lives, only to find a mysterious force threatening them and their children. They soon discovered that Annika had come back from the future and wanted revenge for the Mewtations leaving her there. Annika and the Mewtations fought several battles across the Pokémon world. Those battles ultimately claimed the lives of one of the Mewtation’s children. Annika was finally brought down, and a demoralized group of friends swore off fighting and left the world to its own devices.

20 Years Later

The Mewtations have now retired from worrying about the world. Each of them lives with their families, trying to make the best of their lives. Annika’s death still hangs like a dark cloud over the group of friends, and so they almost never see each other. Meanwhile, the Pokémon world is coming out of the age of chaos. Disorder and power struggles ran rampant when the Mewtations retired, and so one group stood above the rest and restored order to the Pokémon world.

Now that one group, a revitalized Team Rocket, stands to succeed where Giovanni failed. Its extermination squads have slowly been eliminating the legendary Pokémon across the world. Now only Mew, the one Pokémon Team Rocket never caught, remains to be destroyed. Its death would be the final key to call forth the mighty Pokémon from the planet that the Mewtations traveled across space nearly 30 years ago to rescue. Although the tales and exploits of the Mewtations have been reduced to mere fairy tales, the leader of Team Rocket, the terrifying man only known as Mask of Ice, slowly tracks down the Mewtations, capturing or killing them until he finds Mew.

Mew, sensing the death of its friends, rushes away to find help. Desperate and on the run from Team Rocket, it rushes down the streets of Viridian City. It zig-zags through the streets as fast as it can, dashing over buildings and under crawlspaces. Yet the Rocket Extermination squad continues to follow. In a last ditch effort, Mew flies into a junkyard. However it only manages to find a group of children there who are also hiding from a Rocket Extermination Squad after saving a group of Pokémon from being killed. With no choice left, Mew bestows upon these children the power of one Pokémon’s power. These eight children have become the new Mewtations.

Also I want to note that although some characters might be returning, this is mostly a restart with new people and new characters.

[Toxicity]

Tentative Title: The Forgotten Children
Basis: Pokemon, yet it's mostly from the story I'm about to rewrite, Sooner or Later.
Genre: Action, Fantasy, Angst
Characters Needed: Trainers, Sinners(Team Rocket), Virtuists(Team Aura), and others.
Basic Plot:

When God created his nine children, it was planned that his third child, a daughter named Gaea, would be a perfect place for the descendants of his children to live. Centuries past, and Gaea had given birth to many children, humans and Pokemon alike. God smiled down upon his grandchildren, and Gaea remained protected by her siblings.

That, of course, is a vague description of an old creation tale, where God had created his children, gods and goddesses, the primary being the Mother Goddess, the Earth. Many since time had first been recorded have looked deeply into the creation myth. It had been commonly accepted until the arrival of God's "Perfect Child", a prophet too infamous to state his name. While many had began to follow the faith of this new prophet, some kept faith in the Mother Goddess, and discovered new beings that truly did exist.

Mother Gaea had also given birth to souls without bodies, and each represented personality qualities. Called the Seven Deadly Sins and the Seven Holy Virtues, there was a trace of these in every person and Pokemon. The Sins were Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Greed, and Sorrow, which was adopted by the followers of the new faith, yet over time they replace Sorrow with Sloth, or laziness. The children known as the Virtues became known as Humility, Chastity, Abstinence, Kindness, Patience, Liberality, and Diligence, which is commonly mixed with Happiness depending on faith.

2005, A.D.(in the year of the Prophet)

Times have greatly changed since the beginning of life for Gaea's children. While many practice the belief in the Prophet and the Mother Goddess, a new cult-like faith worshipping a fallen angel, the nemesis of the Prophet, has arrived. One of these leaders is suprisingly Giovanni Medici, notorious leader of Team Rocket. An old colleague of a man named Joseph Benedict, the two theologists had constantly debated, and rather became enemies, Benedict starting up a team known as Team Aura. Despite the good image of Team Aura saving followers from the sinning of Team Rocket and other cult followers, many hypocrisies had taken place since the beginning, but have not been widely known. Because of that, a new belief of the Mother Goddess followers, called Wiccans, came to be.

Sin, Virtue...both balance to form Purity as past and future balance to create the present. The pure heart of a child may be balanced, as well as an adult scarred with experience. However, the one to balance sin and virtue and create a state of peace called Purity will not be either a child nor an adult, but rather a mix of the two. In other words, an old soul with a young face, or an innocent adolescent who is wise beyond their years. Either could save the world from its fate.

In the midst of the crisis, many Wiccan mothers had taken their teen-aged children to be tested before the leader of a coven, a faith group much like the churches of the Prophet-followers, named Christians. While many had been denied, mothers still had faith in their children, and sent their children on quests to find themselves within the eyes of Pokemon companions. Will the true child ever be found? Only the threads on the blanket of time can reveal...

[Mystic_clown]

Kikyo: hmm, I remember that story.

Title: Time Hoppers
Basis: something I came up with while playing Ape Escape
Genre: comedy. mainly a super hero RPG
Characters needed: some of the most rediculous super heroes/villians one can come up with
Basic Plot:

What do you do when a group of totally wacked out and bizzare super villians hijack a time machine and set out to re-right (or rather destroy) history? Send a group of equally wacked out and bizzare super heroes after them stupid!

The year is 2745. Mankind has finally developed the first functioning time machine (that doesn’t reduce the user to a pile of mush). Mankind was now able to go back into the past and find out whether what was written in the history books was true, or just a load of bullcrap.

However, as stated by Murphey’s Law, “If something can go wrong, it will.”

In this case, a group of the most insidious, the most insane, and the most ridiculous super villians imaginable, have siezed control of the time machine and are now intending to do God-knows-what with the fabric of time.

Now, it’s times like this that you need a super hero to save the day.

Unfortunately, none are available, well, at least, none of the good ones.

So, being left with no other choice, the government has called upon the only “super heroes” they could find. Basicly, they just rounded up some random kids that happened to have super powers.

Now, the fate of all mankind, and time, rests in the hands of these “heroes.

…in other words, we’re screwed!

[Mew Master]

[color=orange]Yeah, I'm tempted to restart one of my RPGs that never got off the ground...

Tentative Title: Kinyu suru no aru Ryu Kokuo (Book of the Dragon King... and yes, the Japanese was jsut an attmept to try and be a pit productive..)
Basis: Own imagination.
Genre: Fantasy, Sci-fi, action/adventure, pre-post Apocalyptic
Characters Needed: 6 Dragon Gods, various players to be pawns or wild-cards during the conflict.
Basic Plot:

Dragon Claw, and Dragon Scale.
Always Fighting, Tooth and Nail.
From the Farthest Reaches.
Thou shall fight till Time Ceases.
When the Grand Dragon will Revive.
Heralding the End of All Time.
Dragon of Dark, Dragon of Light.
Still thou must fight.
Water and Fire, Still teetering.
Whether one wins, the other losing.
Winds from the Sky, the Earth Quakes.
Breaking the land in your wakes.
Forever, you will be sealed.
So the land can be healed.
But the bonds, Time will break.
And once again the ground shall quake...

(An ancient Scripture found in a Remote Chinese Temple)

Over the centuries, tales of Dragons and their deeds have sparked imaginations over the globe. But in the present day and age of computers and mechanics, such ancient tales are forgotten or ignored.

While tales are recounted in books of lore and myth, there exists a single book, which can revive, if not create Dragons.

This book, known only as the Book of the Dragon King has sifted through history and found it's way to the present.

The sons and daughters of the Grand Dragon, unhappy at their siblings but yet need each other for balance, had to be sealed up because of their constant feuding. Since then, their bonds have been kept in check by the Book of the Dragon King, which holds the key to the locks.

Items also exist in connection with this book. Able to unlock certain potential within an individual. Such potential can manifest itself into a physical form, the form of a dragon.

These items take many forms, some in the ancient Pearls of Wisdom, some Dragon Kings held in their hands, others included Jewels, scales, fangs, bones, and other artifacts, used as family heirlooms or for spiritual channeling.

Ancient Magic that protected the Dragons of yore still lives. Magic so old that it comes from a Grand Dragon, the Father of all ancient and old Dragons.

A Dragon so old and so powerful, that if he was released, the world could crumble.

There is an organization, with a single ambition. Using genetic engineering and modern science, they have broken down the magic into easier forms to be used on a much more massive scale. They are obsessed with dragons, and have cloned or created dragons of their own, with no will other than to serve their creators. Their one goal, is to revive the Grand Dragon and have him cleanse the planet of all human civilization.

The “book” can only be ready by those that have the potential to overcome the evil in the world. To unite and purify it's people. To find out what it truly means to be Dragons.

Yeah, I'd like to start this thing back up again ^^

[Mystic_clown]

Here's a little something I came up with while playing Soul Caliber 3

Title: Souls (if you've got a better idea for a title, PM me)
Basis: Soul Caliber, TPM (yep, another TPM RPG)
Genre: hmm, a little bit of everything really.
Characters needed: members of TPM who are after the swords White Soul and Black Soul (for one reason or another).
Basic Plot:

In a time long forgotten, but yet still remembered by few, there was a conflict of epic proportions that threatened to rip the TPM apart.

An evil god, whose name has been long forgotten forged a weapon from the souls of those corrupted and tainted with evil. A weapon whose power was unrivaled. While the real name of this weapon was forgotten, but today, it’s known as Black Soul.

However, another god, one of light, forged a second weapon, one from the purest souls this world had to offer. This weapon is now known as White Soul.

The two gods faced off and while whoever came out as the victor was long forgotten, both weapons were sealed away and the planet, along with all life, survived. Many believed that this was the end of all this madness.

However, they were wrong…

Hundreds of years later, one man set out to release the power of Black Soul. One of the three Emperors of TPM, a man named Mike, became hungry for more power. He desired to rule TPM instead of sharing the power with the other two emperesses. When one of the emperesses, Ginger, dissappeared, his ambition for power grew even stronger. He then learnt of the legend of Black Soul.

He set out to retrieve the evil weapon and after a year finally succeeded. With this power, Mike set out on his campaign to conquer TPM. However, it was foolish for him to trust in the power of Black Soul. As he continued to fight, Black Soul’s will crept into Mike’s mind, slowly taking control of him. Eventually the weapon posessed Mike completely.

But all was not lost. The second emperess of TPM, Kalah sought to defeat Mike and destroy Black Soul. In order to do so, Kalah sought out and released the second weapon, White Soul. The two fought in the ruins of the old castle. After a long, tiring battle Kalah succeeded in vanquishing Mike and with White Soul, shattered Black Soul. She had the fragments of the dark weapon scattered throughout TPM.

However, one of these fragments ended up in the hands of Benjamin, one of Kalah’s allies and the chief alchemist of TPM. Desiring to learn more about this weapon, Ben took the fragment back to the castle for study. He studied for years, learning the legends and rumours behind the two swords, eager to learn all their secrets and how they were even made.

His thirst for knowledge became an obsession, even to the point that he desired to rebuild the weapon. With the help of friends and subordinates, Ben managed to gather enough fragments in secret to rebuild it. However, when he placed the final peices, the will of Black Soul awoke. Slowly, the weapon managed to creep into Ben's mind and eventually took control of him. Sealing Ben's will away, deep inside of him, the newly revived Black Soul named himself, Maccabre. The first thing this demonc being did was ransack the castle, shattering the only thing that could threaten it, White Soul, and sending its pieces to the far ends of TPM.

However, even though Black Soul was powerful, it was still incomplete, and lacking the power it possessed before. And so, Maccabre set out to collect the remaining fragments and complete Black Soul.

Although, there are numerous others who have grown aware of this and set, either to collect the fragments of Black Soul or White Soul. Their reasons for this may differ, but their goals are similar.

A grand tale, of swords and souls, is about to begin.

What do you think? I'm still working on it.

[Mew Master]

Eh, not a bad idea.. :/

[Yero Thropp]

Haha I like it... I'm not too sure what it is exactly I'd be signing up for, cause the plot it just a bit sketchy, but like you said, you're working on it. I'd join :biggrin:

[Weasel Overlord]

Mew Master, it would be nice to see Dragon Kings returning! Would old characters be allowed back in??

[Mew Master]

Of course

[Grimreaper]

I have an RPG Idea but im not sure if it's good enough for the RPG section. So can people please give me some advice on this.

Title: The War Against Evil.
Basis: It's based on the MGS (Metal Gear Solid) Series. Basically a lone hero goes out to try and stop the world from destroying itself from all the evil people.
Genre: It's a bit of everything really.
Characters needed: Members of TPM who are interested and Keen in joining the fight to save or destroy the world as we know it.
Quick Summary: Ex-navy seal team commander Snake, who has retired from saving the world, finds himself in the middle of an immenant Nuclear war.

His wife, son and daughter were all killed by terrorists who are looking for all of the members of his old unit.

Whether he likes it or not Snake must suit up, Gear up and go save the world yet again. Along the way he may meet other allies who are fighting for the same cause or who are with the terroist group.

If you think this is good enough or just have some questions feel free to PM me.

[kalad1]

Title: Lullaby's Consequence
Basis:My own warped mind
Genre: Fantasy and Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Characters needed: varied protagonists (plot holds more details on this)
Quick Summary:
In the year Empire's Birth 3493, a strange occurence happened. Throughout the varied worlds and colonies of the Arcadian Empire, small Dimensional storms, more commonly called D-Storms, popped up. People caught in these small, five foot radius fluxes of reality fell unconscious, and refused to wake up. This was worrisome, due to the high number of young children involved. And all attempts at using standard MysTek scanning systems brought no clues.
Little did they know, but the minds and souls of those people were dragged to a world in an alternate universe, known as Korotala. Here was a world of swords and sorcery, primitive and unusual. They had gained new bodies, and were found and aided by the natives the encountered. For them, twelve long years passed, and many forgot their origings almost completely as they adapted to a new life. Many rose to prominent positions, ones of fame and fortune. But... it was not to last.
Now, in the year EB 3496, the minds and souls of the people suddenly return. Twelve years for them, but three for their original bodies, they have a long road ahead of them. Complicating matters, the Arcadian Empire is now at war with a previously unencountered race, the Skraa, a beastial and lizardlike race, seeking to make all the Arcadian Empire into their slaves. Peace cannot be guarenteed for those who have awakened...
Back in Korotala, the sudden vanishing of these people does not go unnoticed.....

[Toxicity]

Alright. Decided upon a remake of an old RPG, so here it is...

Tentative Title: I'll probably go for its original name, "Forgiven Memory."
Basis: Digimon, and my inner world
Genre: Action, Adventure, Fantasy, and maybe a little Angst along the road.
Characters Needed: At least 10-15 Chosen Children, which can be a total mix of characters. With 20 crests, I don't expect all to be taken.
Basic Plot:

Ten elements, two worlds. Fire, Ice, Wind, Thunder, Wood, Water, Soul, Light, Earth, and Metal were the elements which stood, providing a divine law of the land in which the lives of people and spirits were based off of. The worlds were Earth and the Divine Realm. Since time had began, these elements had ran wild, beasts often running across the countryside, without anybody to tame them. This remained until a young priestess, a woman known to her region as Chinatsu, was called upon by the gods and responsibility thrust upon her. Wise and pious, she learned the secrets hidden behind these elements, and somehow managed to master them.

However, this peace lasted only a few years. Civil war broke out in the country, the origin of this war being a vampiric man who only called himself 'Myotismon.' He convinced many into believing his virtues considered the sins, which he promised those who followed him eternal life and power. Seeing the dangers of this, Chinatsu and a simple shinobi named Katsuro, together sought out Myotismon, and an ultimate battle was waged. Even though victorious, the heroes perished. However, before their death, the spirits of the elements appeared before them. Taking their favored elements, the two inscribed their names upon their choice, and then their souls faded into the blanket of time.

Most of the elements mourned over the death of the heroes of the world. However, the proud element of Light decided to create three spirits powerful over the others. These spirits became known as Seraphimon, Orphanimon, and Cherubimon. Seeing inferiority in the spirits, they goaded them into the Divine Realm and separated the two worlds, the legends of the priestess, ninja, and of the spirits forgotten.

In panic, the elements divided into two and razed the border in order to find an escape. Saddened by their failed attempts, they waited patiently. And then the technological age came on Earth, and they were mysteriously reunited. However, at the same time, an angelic child known as Lucemon was born. Of an evil mind, being the reincarnate of Myotismon, he captured half of the elements as his own, and seeing how Light wasn't in his grasp, created the element of Darkness from the shadows. He then created the crests, the essence of his elements, and sent them to random children on Earth. Seeing this, the trinity of justice did the same, and wondered if this was another attempt at war.

These crests all represented a trait inside the children's hearts. They were Courage and Cowardice of Fire, Friendship and Loneliness of Ice, Love and Lust of Wind, Knowledge and Ignorance of Thunder, Reliability and Betrayal of Water, Sincerity and Vanity of Forest, Hope and Sin of Soul, Light, Darkness, Kindness and Cruelty of Earth, and finally Miracles and Fate of Metal. While the fact of eleven elements remained, the twenty crests remained balanced, causing no worries to neutral Digimon.

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Modern Tokyo is calm and peaceful during the city's Spring Break for schools. Nothing seems to go wrong, and there's a month to be free of worries. From wherever or if you're just home, you feel boredom and decide to head online for awhile. Part of you feels a pull in your heart, but the other part of you seems to ignore this warning, and you check your Inbox for e-mails. Aside from whatever spam and whatnot, you find only one interesting message from an anonymous address. Confused, you look into it and read. There's a simple message with a Yes or No link; it reads 'Time is running out. Make your move. Will you decide the fate of the world?' Reluctantly, you click the option of Yes, and light or shadow plunges from the computer towards you, seemingly dragging you. Unable to think, you pass out.

Awakening, you feel an awkward sense of being different. You look upon the group you're among, and yourself, and notice you all have two things in common, a small device and a creature claiming to be a Digimon, or Digital Monster. Despite any complaints, you realize what you are together for, like it or not. After gathering together, your group sets off into this Digital World in the crusade to decide the fate of the world. Whatever happened to the reincarnates of Chinatsu and Katsuro, and what sets them apart from the others? Are they perhaps different from the others in some way? What would happen to the world without them? Only the threads of time will show...

[Mystic_clown]

Sango: Count me in. Could I reserve Sin?