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Next Roleplay Date: Currently Cancelled. I want everyone to focus on school and its beginning struggles for the time being. The roleplay will be within a month and a half, most likely. I just want everyone to be comfortable with their schools, have their schedules and homework under control, etc.
Number of Descriptions Neomailed to darkened_wrench: 4
TROM Roleplay Plot
TROM (Tainted Requiem of Miscreations) is an isolated island in the middle of the undiscovered ocean, soon to be in turmoil. The Castle, surrounded by the peasants endless working fields and a small patch of forest on the eastern side of the island, is in mortal danger. A thick layer of slow-acting poison has infected the entire Castle and the fields outside. What is the poison and how did it get there? To make matters worse, something horrible is lurking within the Castle, slowly, quietly, and unnoticably making its way around the Castle. Suddenly, mysterious disappearances and deaths are discovered inside the Castle. The strange thing is the deaths and disappearances are happening one person at a time, but have become more frequent lately. Nobody knows what is happening to the Castle and time is running short.
Achilles' Current Roleplay Description
For the next upcoming roleplay in TROM, my character's name is Marrik. He is a 600-year old, 7'9" tall vampire and has no desire for anything else. He is very quiet and does not have an extremely high tolerance level. He enjoys the Laeir (darkness) and the Myst (shadows), but he does not mind walking in the Burns (light) if he has to. Marrik has many weird traditions, ceremonies, and rituals, most of which require a lowlife soul. He spends most of his time in his dark chambers of which none may enter lest they be invited. His green eyes are always closed and opens them when he wishes to move things around. He does not use his lips to talk, for whenever he does this it comes true so he uses his thoughts. His skin is pale and he wears a long, dark brown robe, shielding most of his face except for his sharp teeth. Underneath the hood, atop his head, is a spiked ball, his last resort for defense or attack. He also has very sharp claws and four slimy, peach-coloured sharp-tipped wings underneath the seemingly shadowy robe. Marrik enjoys performing rituals and sleeping in his blood-covered nest of his victims' hair. He only takes orders from those above him, although from anyone above him except the Queen, he obeys reluctantly. Above all, Marrik's main goal in life is to find the missing links to his undiscovered and forgotten past. Almost all of Marrik's rituals and ceremonies help lead him to his past.
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Wolv: Morgan Le Fay sat on a small park bench, staring directly at the full moon. Mutosga her boyfriend put his arm around her. Confused on what was so intresting about the full moon. She smiled warmly at him and turned her attention back to the moon. "Something is coming" she said quietly
Blu:Sierra sat out in the darkness of her room. See wasn't watching anything, she just couldn't get to sleep.
Achilles: The freezing winter winds knocked against the frigid door, banging the snow and ice into the shack. A young fourteen year old boy awoke instantly and swung a pale blue-gray rode on. He picked up a candle and slowly walked downstairs.
Achilles: ((robe* not rode))
Wolv: Mutosga turned his head to Morgan. He looked at her worried and asked "What?"
Wolv: Morgan still staring at the moon said nothing. Mutosga still looked at Morgan confused and worried. "My Lady, what is coming. You seem, disturbed."
Blu: She got up out of her many covers and pulled the drapes open. It looked normal, only it didn't in a way.
Wolv:The end." She said dully
Wolv:The end of..." Morgan was cut of by the feel of warm lips. Mutosga was kissing her pale neck.
Achilles: The boy's cheeks began to frost and ice was crawling up the ceiling. It was about negative twenty degrees at the moment, and the boy hurried over to the swinging door, slamming it shut. He pushed a few large portraits against the door and fell back into his uncomfortable bed. It was made of hay and rough stones that poked constantly at the boy's back. He couldn't get to sleep, so he walked over to the window and started to talk to himself, "Why is your life like this? You are Blixx Akrolikk! All of the Akrolikks had been fortunate and successful. Why am I not?" He stared sheepishly out the window and at all the happy couples walking past the shack. There were houses all around the shack --- all nice a fancy --- very much unlike the shack he stood in now.
Wolv:Mutosga, please..." He froze and looked up at Morgan. He showed an -disallowed_word- Roger's character) walked up a creepy hall. Spiderwebs dangled lifelessly from the ceiling. Holes were cracked in the floor, protruding a nauseous gas from the basement.
Bob: Tyler (Bob's character) walked down the stairs toward his worst enemy, Duren. Their eyes met and hatred flickered amongst the shadows.
Roger:((OOC: Hey, Bob, I have to have dinner, but I'll be on after words, okay?))
Bob:((OOC: Okay, Roger. Cya then. I'll just wait for you. I joined a new mutant random guild, TROM HQ on Neopets! You should too!))
Roger:((OOC: Okay, cya!))
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Roleplay One
My character's name is Rikaen. He has brown hair and silver eyes. His hair reaches down a little bit past his ears. He wears rugged ripped clothing under heavy but little armour most the time. (his armour is only leg, shoulder, chest and arm armour). He is about five foot six inches. He is most of the time very nice unless you get on his dark side. When this happens he becomes extremely angry. Other than that, he usually is quiet and keeps to himself but also doesn't. He is very complicated. His ears are pointy and can hear very good. He is very strong and has sacred ancient powers that he can't control. He can't always control his angry, resulting in sometimes killing his own friends. He is excellent in hand-to-hand combat and usually fights with an awesome-looking shield, a long dagger and an occasional sword. He is very brave, couraegous and cunning. His war-skills speak for themselves. When he has free time he likes to climb mountains, spar, and other miscellaneous activities.
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Roleplay Two
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For the next upcoming roleplay in TROM, my character's name is Marrik. He is a 600-year old, 7'9" tall vampire and has no desire for anything else. He is very quiet and does not have an extremely high tolerance level. He enjoys the Laeir (darkness) and the Myst (shadows), but he does not mind walking in the Burns (light) if he has to. Marrik has many weird traditions, ceremonies, and rituals, most of which require a lowlife soul. He spends most of his time in his dark chambers of which none may enter lest they be invited. His green eyes are always closed and opens them when he wishes to move things around. He does not use his lips to talk, for whenever he does this it comes true so he uses his thoughts. His skin is pale and he wears a long, dark brown robe, shielding most of his face except for his sharp teeth. Underneath the hood, atop his head, is a spiked ball, his last resort for defense or attack. He also has very sharp claws and four slimy, peach-coloured sharp-tipped wings underneath the seemingly shadowy robe. Marrik enjoys performing rituals and sleeping in his blood-covered nest of his victims' hair. He only takes orders from those above him, although from anyone above him except the Queen, he obeys reluctantly. Above all, Marrik's main goal in life is to find the missing links to his undiscovered and forgotten past. Almost all of Marrik's rituals and ceremonies help lead him to his past.
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