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Hey! Is anyone up for it? Romance but with lots of drama and action. Maybe some sort of forbidden romance orSupernatural type thing. Discriptive and dedicated please? It's not a huge deal if you can't post every day or are posting some one liners it isn't a big issue but WARN me kay? I prefer to do mature romance but if you aren''t comfortable with that it's ok
Anyone want to?
((Um I don't do romance at all, but I want to RP with you if you mind not doing romance...))
Um... Ok. You'll have to come up wth a storylinr then XD I don't mind though
((A story line? Um OK...what do you like? I like apocolyptic/uptopian/dystopian society type thing, would that be OK with you? Or do you want something else?))
(Erm... I haven't ever done those but I'm willing to try ^_^)
((OK, I'll see what I can do about a plot. :-D It may take a while, don't worry though I'll think up something...))
((Let's see. Ok..
There's this furture-istic society. It's dytopian, the government is a militar-istic governemnt, so it's basiclly run by the military, there are secret police and anyone can be arrested at anytime for anything. There are the rich people who support the givernment, run the factories, and own the buisnesses and such. They have plenty of money, food, clothes everything. The poor people, the workers, don't have plenty of anything except sickness and pain. Children start as young as 3 working, either running deliveries, doing jobs that need people to crawl into small places. Poor people often don't have families, usaully they're abandoned on tehs treets, their parents die, or their parents are abusive/neglectful. There are some good poor families, but it's hard. Gangs form in teh streets and fight ove rteh tiniest scrape of bread. Children are rarely educated because of the age they start working in the poor distrct, though rich kids get educated at least through college.
So that's the basic description of the place, more details to be figured out. Here's the plt...or basic outline of plot.
Two(or four, depending on how many charries we want to make...it could be any number of charries as long as we can handle them really). So as I was saying two people on the poor district who sense how horribly unjust the system is try to start a rebelion to undermine the government and to throw it down and form a new one. But will they be able to succeed with odds always against the? Yes tehre are more poor than Rich, but the Rich have the power, the poor fight amounst themselves the Rich can band together better, sow hat will heppen? Mwahaha! :-P
Well that's what I got...details will be given later if needed. If were doing this the skellie would look like.
Name: (I don't know maybe it could be slightly odd...)
Age: (like anywhere from 9-19 maybe *shrugs*)
Gender: (I don't need to explain this right? Good I wans't going to anyway :-P)
XD that works. dystopian is like the opposite of utopian right? Dicator government?
((Yeah Dystopian is the opposite of uptopian. (Though if you think about it you can't really have a 'utopain society' unless it's heaven. :-P)
Anyway you wanna create skellies and go, and how many skellies do you want to create?))
Um... one each to start with and see how it goes? But I can't post mine until tomorrow
((OK that sounds good. :-D And Alright, we'll start this after our first skellies are posted.))
(You wanna do yours first?)
((It doesn't matter to me, post yours when it's ready...I'll be done soon I think, just gotta do the bio and some finishing touches. :-D))
Name: Westing Stayler
Age: 14 (15 in a few days.)
Looks: His hair is a very dark brown hair that wavy, it's in a shortish cut that brushes his ears, he has natural highlights of dark blonde streaking his hair here and there, and some of it had a reddish hint to it. He has dark brown eyes that almost look black they're so dark. He is average height for his age, well muscled almost buff, though hedpesn't have much body fat on him due to the malnutrition he experiences because he lives in the poor end of town. His skin is pale, but lightly browned, so though it's not techiniquely tan it's not exactly milky white either. He has normal facial features, a scar run along the left side of his jaw and other scars are scattered along his body. He has normal, unsmiling lips, that are pressed together in a tough guy look that says don't mess with me.
He wears woodland splotch camoflouge cargo pants that are torn and in rather poor condition, a gray basketball style tank top, a black flat cap pushed more towards his right eye than his left, and a set of torn black sneaker.
Personality: Westing is the classic tough guy. He doesn't like to be helped and he's rather hot tempered. He's very stubborn and has a will of iron. He doesn't get swayed easily and doesn't like to be proven wrong. He has a very quick tempered and gets into fight easily. He is also extremely independent and rather proud, he doesn't like to admit he needs help. Despite all this Westing can be a nice guy to be around, he is extremely loyal and is a stand up guy who follows his own morals to a tee, not straying from his own set of rules. He can be gentle if need be, but he doesn't normally show it because he sees it as weak and he doesn’t want to be seen as weak.
Life-Story: Like most poor children Westing's life has been hard. His mother died when he was very young, he grew up with his drunk father who was either working or drunk and angry. This mad his tough and able to take a beating without making a noise, it also taught him to fight. When he turned 10 he started to fight back against his father, that was when he was kicked out of the house. He now lives in the streets and works at the metal factory, he heats the coals and lifts heavy things. He started working in the factory at age 3like most kids doing work such as crawling in small spaces of machines to fix them and clean them, now he's too big for that and since he's strong he does the heavy lifting and harder tasks
((TADA!!! here he is. :-D I'll create a young girl later on in the RP. :-D))
(Sorry about the spacing. I am on my phone) NAME: Loralie Reding (Red) AGE: 15 LOOKS: Red has auburn hair that falls in loose spiral curls to two inches below her delicate jaw-line. Her eyes are large and blood red, framed by thick dark lashes. Her body is curvy and leanly muscled with long legs and rather large breasts. She is very petite though, being 5'2 and slim from malnutrition. Reding has a heart shaped face and high cheekbones. She has several tattoos: a bow around her thigh made of a musical staff (my profile pic), a corset down her back, a heart on each wrist, and a sparrow on her hip. She also has a nose stud and a belly button ring. Red has scars striping all over her thighs, back, wrists, and stomach although they are very very faint. Her body looks delicate despite her strength and speed. She is easily bruised and her bones are easily broken so Red has had to learn to defend herself. The girl is hella good at it. PERSONALITY: stubborn, hot tempered, strong willed, smart, b.itchy, violent, merciless, a bit sadistic, passionate, fiery, fierce, spirited, plans and thinks, understanding caring and deeply loving once you get through to her LIFE-STORY: She is one of the few educated poor. She has an education through her age. Red's parents died when she was young and she was given to a rich family as a slave plus she worked in a cotton cloth making plant. Red was beaten in both places when she messed up but she held her tongue because the rich family gave her knowledge and Red drank it in. She learned to bite back her tongue and quench her fires around adults so she is amazing at manipulation. She understands how people work and what to say to make them do what you want. She is also a master at torture and killing. She knows how to drive.someone so mad with pain they will tell you anything to escape IR.
((You wanna start off, please?))
I don't really know how
((OK...I will then. :-P))
Westing squinted into the dark. It was almost midnight, pitch blac out, he couldn't see his hand if he put it in front of his face. Though he kenw the rich street were light well and easy to see in, he was now way out in the poor end of town, no lights no nothing. He was standing outside of his used to be house. There were no lights coming from the house, but he could here his dad stumbling around drunk inside. Westing snickered, ever since he'd left or techniquely been kicked out of tht house his life had been tough, but at lest he wasn't being beat by a drunk anymore. He touched the bill of his cap and turning trudged off to find somewhere to get a few winks of sleep before he had to go to work in the monring.