Post by graveMusic on Jul 2, 2013 13:29:30 GMT -5
This RP is where everybody is in the medium not because they are forced by the game, but because they actually belong there. Giving the lore a bit of sense.
We roleplay our beings as if we actually belonged in our worlds.
Meet players as you go, and have fun.
If you die, you get a new heir to be in charge of your world, an ectobiology character made to be there for if you expire... unless you wish to quit.
Players have their title and aspect thing still, and you can RP your charactrr and "guests", people who are normal humans who hit the jackpot and they ended up in this universe rather than a new game.
Everybody has no real goal, as the Skaian battle is going on but will never logically end as [The War Will Never End].
Name: Jason Markson.
Title: Knight
Aspect: Flow
Strife Specubi: REGIKIND (Able to wield anything with royalty damage buffs with a little extra boost), YOYOKIND, DRUMSTICKSKIND.
Sylladex modus: Drama Modus (have to take it out in a cool/dramatic way, like if you want a sword you take a position to fight, if you want a gun, pretend to hold a gun, if you want a trinket, hold it up like Link picks up anything in the Zelda games, etc).
Outfit: Black shoes, grey jeans, a red longsleeve shirt with a drum and drumstick arranged like a skull and crossbones, red gloves.
Special: Left arm is a black carapace arm that was [Ultimate Chaimera]'d on.
__________________________
You are Jason Marksman.
Your DWELLING SPIRE almost reaches Skaia and you don't mind it not quite reaching there, you could jump and end up in Skaia's gravity from the top of your spire. Your Architect apparently modeled your spire off of the castles on DERSE if they were painted RED.
You have your DREAMSELF on DERSE, and have him on a roof right now after pretending to be a NINJA FROM THOSE OLD TERRIBLE MOVIES you found in your spire.
You are the Prince of the LAND OF CLOUDS AND SKY. THE UNDERWORLD is annoying because you can see the heart of your world from your stance at the edge of this floating island, or at least you could if you didn't have these clouds in your way.
Today marks the anniversary of your saving of the land from the denezin. You drop flowers down, which inevitably just get stuck in the gravities of the overworld and the underworld. He would have found that hilarious.
You head back to the nearest consort village to see if you could get that pirate to finally come with you on your adventures.
Along the way, you encounter a KNIGHT SODA IMP GOUP, inexplicably trying to eat a rock you painted tp look like cheese out of boredom.
You quiclly distract them because just slicing some defensless imps in half with your REGIFLOWED WHIP SWORD, a red regisword that flames while you swing and can be used as a chain whip sword with the press of a button.
You get some build grist and some iron grist.
You get n the computer back at your spulire.
You have two Pesterchum accounts, graveMusic fpr conversing with your guests, and cloudFlow for conversing with Princes and Princesses of other lands.
You login to the latter.
We roleplay our beings as if we actually belonged in our worlds.
Meet players as you go, and have fun.
If you die, you get a new heir to be in charge of your world, an ectobiology character made to be there for if you expire... unless you wish to quit.
Players have their title and aspect thing still, and you can RP your charactrr and "guests", people who are normal humans who hit the jackpot and they ended up in this universe rather than a new game.
Everybody has no real goal, as the Skaian battle is going on but will never logically end as [The War Will Never End].
Name: Jason Markson.
Title: Knight
Aspect: Flow
Strife Specubi: REGIKIND (Able to wield anything with royalty damage buffs with a little extra boost), YOYOKIND, DRUMSTICKSKIND.
Sylladex modus: Drama Modus (have to take it out in a cool/dramatic way, like if you want a sword you take a position to fight, if you want a gun, pretend to hold a gun, if you want a trinket, hold it up like Link picks up anything in the Zelda games, etc).
Outfit: Black shoes, grey jeans, a red longsleeve shirt with a drum and drumstick arranged like a skull and crossbones, red gloves.
Special: Left arm is a black carapace arm that was [Ultimate Chaimera]'d on.
__________________________
You are Jason Marksman.
Your DWELLING SPIRE almost reaches Skaia and you don't mind it not quite reaching there, you could jump and end up in Skaia's gravity from the top of your spire. Your Architect apparently modeled your spire off of the castles on DERSE if they were painted RED.
You have your DREAMSELF on DERSE, and have him on a roof right now after pretending to be a NINJA FROM THOSE OLD TERRIBLE MOVIES you found in your spire.
You are the Prince of the LAND OF CLOUDS AND SKY. THE UNDERWORLD is annoying because you can see the heart of your world from your stance at the edge of this floating island, or at least you could if you didn't have these clouds in your way.
Today marks the anniversary of your saving of the land from the denezin. You drop flowers down, which inevitably just get stuck in the gravities of the overworld and the underworld. He would have found that hilarious.
You head back to the nearest consort village to see if you could get that pirate to finally come with you on your adventures.
Along the way, you encounter a KNIGHT SODA IMP GOUP, inexplicably trying to eat a rock you painted tp look like cheese out of boredom.
You quiclly distract them because just slicing some defensless imps in half with your REGIFLOWED WHIP SWORD, a red regisword that flames while you swing and can be used as a chain whip sword with the press of a button.
You get some build grist and some iron grist.
You get n the computer back at your spulire.
You have two Pesterchum accounts, graveMusic fpr conversing with your guests, and cloudFlow for conversing with Princes and Princesses of other lands.
You login to the latter.
