Three teens, a deaf teen, a blind teen, and a mute teen. These teens have lived their life without speaking, hearing, and seeing. But then, they are kidnapped, forcefully brought to a facility where people are experimenting, trying to find the key. The key to what exactly, no one knows.
Rules:
- Send me a roleplay sample.
- If I don't like you or the way you roleplay, I'm saying no and you will leave.
- Don't be an asshole
- Blame the characters, not the writers
- You will only get two warnings
- I have favorites, if none of my favorites come, I will pick from the rest of you.
Oh I have all five fingers, the knife chop chop chop!
This sounds cool, may I join?
Can I join?
No.
Oh. Can I know why?
I don't like your roleplaying style, your characters, and you're not one of my favorites.
This sounds cool, may I join?
May I have a sample?
(This is just the from another roleplay I’m in)
Wesley walked down the street, his hair slick with rain. The heels of the boots clicked softly, and he approached the crime scene. Squad car lights flashed blue and red, illuminating the cops faces as they hovered around the police tape. Several looming bystanders were shooed away, and the officers made to do the same for Wesley when they saw him. He flipped out his badge before they had a chance to react to him.
“Detective Ford. I’m here for the murder of Ben Giovanni.” The officers immediately ceased, and let him pass under the blaringly yellow tape.
This sounds cool, may I join?
May I have a sample?
(This is just the from another roleplay I’m in)
Wesley walked down the street, his hair slick with rain. The heels of the boots clicked softly, and he approached the crime scene. Squad car lights flashed blue and red, illuminating the cops faces as they hovered around the police tape. Several looming bystanders were shooed away, and the officers made to do the same for Wesley when they saw him. He flipped out his badge before they had a chance to react to him.
“Detective Ford. I’m here for the murder of Ben Giovanni.” The officers immediately ceased, and let him pass under the blaringly yellow tape.
I like it, you can join. As what character?
May I?
I do know you and you are one of my favorites, but could you give a sample?
This sounds cool, may I join?
May I have a sample?
(This is just the from another roleplay I’m in)
Wesley walked down the street, his hair slick with rain. The heels of the boots clicked softly, and he approached the crime scene. Squad car lights flashed blue and red, illuminating the cops faces as they hovered around the police tape. Several looming bystanders were shooed away, and the officers made to do the same for Wesley when they saw him. He flipped out his badge before they had a chance to react to him.
“Detective Ford. I’m here for the murder of Ben Giovanni.” The officers immediately ceased, and let him pass under the blaringly yellow tape.
I like it, you can join. As what character?
Is the deaf teen alright?
FABULOUS!
Nice! Will there be a template?
FABULOUS!
Nice! Will there be a template?
Yes there will, I need Emi to post her sample then I will!
May I?
I do know you and you are one of my favorites, but could you give a sample?
Oh, yes I. An! Let me find one, lmao
M inhaled slowly and sat back just as his waiter approached. The tiny elf named Dae greeted him with a smile, only to be interrupted with a loud banging noise from nearby. The woman had flown up to her feet, grabbing a pistol from her blouse. Little Dae squeaked and ducked under the table, and people started to clamber and scream.
“OI!” The woman screamed, raising the gun threateningly as the guy she was talking to watched. “KEEP CALM!”
The dude rose from his seat with a bag, his hands shaking lightly. “Right. Keep calm and give us your things. If there are any protests we will not be afraid to shoot you.” He made his way to the bar, where he demanded the bartender emptied out the money first. He turned to the tables, looking around at everyone.
“Where are your wallets? Get them out!” With that snap, everyone hastened to grab their wallets. Of course, except M, who did not have his wallet. The woman noticed his rather relaxed demeanor and stalked over, jerking the gun at his face.
“Get it out!”
M stuck out his tongue a little. “Don’t have it.” His voice sounded totally different than the rather afraid one he had been using. Instead it sounded half-drunk and relaxed.
Wonderfull! Who do you want to be?
Could I be the blind one?
Sure!
Let me summon a form!
Hath thy demon been summoned?
