I have been looking and I haven't seen one like this, so here you go. All I ask is that you at least try it.
This is just a normal open RP where you can learn about your characters. You can place characters together with others, allowing them to work through situations together and giving you a way to learn and develop your characters as you see how they react to all sorts of things. All genres are welcome as long as they are your already created OC.
Enjoy!
The Executive stood at the large glass wall that looked out over the field where his sphere currently sat. He stood with perfect posture, his hands in his pockets, his eyes closed. The room was silent, absolutely and completely silent. The kind of silence that most had never experienced, the kind that would drive a human insane, this was true silence.
He liked this kind of silence, or rather he basked in it. A clock hung on the wall behind him, only it did not tick for it had no hands. It served as a reminder to him that man’s worst enemy was time and he had conquered it.
A flutter of wings from outside caused his crimson eyes to open as a loud screech pierced the air. The young man smiled at the pitch-black vulture that circled above in the bleak, angry sky. It had happened. The wandering soul had managed to once again escape Riken.
He shifted his weight a little, the rays of the early morning sun glinting off of the silver infinity symbol pinned to his lapel. This was not the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. It was a process, a cycle that could not be broken. It was… a calling.
It was time. He held up his hand, watching as a faint scarlet mist weaved around his fingertips.
~Welcome to Smear~
((OOC: I hope you don't mind me hopping in here. Don't mind the pic, just a bit of reference, etc.))
The male stumbled, making his way across what appeared to be a field. Dark brown, nearly black hair fell across his face, hiding his eyes. One of his arms clutched his side, the other hanging limply against his body, but the fist seemingly gripping the handle of what appeared to be a glaive, the end dragging across the ground. It seemed he had just escaped someone, or perhaps something. It was hard to tell, as well as the wounds. However, even from a distance, it was clear the young looking male was having trouble.
His hand slipped up the handle of his weapon, moving it to steady himself like a cane. Slowly, his head lifted, revealing what appeared to be a terrifying mask of sorts covering part of his face. A faint breeze stirred, beginning to move his bangs to the side. As it did, his gaze was revealed, not normal at all. His eyes, they were bright red, glowing, the gaze of a predator that had been wounded, and knew that soon, it could become the prey, but it wouldn't go down without a fight, despite the injuries.
Hey! It's absolutely fine! I hope more people join.
If you could, would you post a bio?
I think we should start off with The Executive pulling everyone from their worlds into one place, the field will do fine, to start off. Depending on how many people join, we can then venture off in smaller groups.
I will post a character bio shortly
If there is anything I need to change, simply let me know:
Username: Dragoncita
Name: Doesn't remember… (Aludrur)
Age: Appears to be in his early 20's
Exact age - Somewhere in his 200's
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Powers/Abilities: Recovering abilities…
Weaknesses: Can't remember his past, name, etc. This currently creates a hinderance for him, and any time he tries to think back, he only ends up giving himself a terrible migraine
Bio/History: He hardly remembers anything. One moment he was in a great battle, trying his damnedest to stay alive, next he was somewhere else. Now severally injured, but still struggling to stay alive, he makes his way across this new world.
Other Info: Usually seen with his preferred weapon of choice; a glaive
Always seen with a strange mask covering his bottom half of his face and jaw
Appearance:
(Could I join? Can i have a bit more background about the story though?)
This is my first RP on this forum so hopefully, you guys can help me out. The purpose of this RP is so that you can learn about and develop your characters.
To ensure this, there isn't really a theme or a detailed plot we have to follow.
The basic storyline is that a powerful entity known as the Executive has pulled characters from all different world, trapping them in one place (either the field or a white room with no exits).
This allows them to meet before being dropped into a variety of locations and situations of your choosing. You can put in up to three characters as long as you split them up later.
((OOC: That is completely fine. It is more so like a freestyle RP then.))
Cool. I'll make my character tomorrow.
(Thanks! I'm about to crash so I'll have to post mine tomorrow as well.)
Name: Mazeikeen (Goes by Maze.)
Age: 19
Exact age - She's actually about one-hundred
Gender: Female
Species: She's a Cyborg, but was created by an Ender person.
Powers/Abilities: Can transform her body parts into a gun or sword.
Weaknesses: Water. Except when she drinks it.
Bio/History: There was a war going on, on Ender earth. She was a Military officer, but got severely injured. Her best friend (Who is a tech genius.) Took her in and fixed her up. But the thing is they were doing the war and her friend was called to fight. He died and Maze was left in his garage, never turned back on. So, she's been sitting in a garage for 100 years.
Other Info: Has true with human emotions sometimes.
Appearance: https://pin.it/rz7nh7opufdnng
( @Second-rate-Illy The link didn't work for some reason…)
(I put it in again. Hopefully it works.)
Name: Jack Spade
Age: Looks 19
Actual age: in the late 80s
Hair color: Raven black
Eyes: Crystal blue
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/680536193675351222/ https://www.pinterest.com/pin/680536193675351230/ https://www.pinterest.com/pin/680536193673644634/ https://www.pinterest.com/pin/680536193672510347/
Height: 6'1
Clothes: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/680536193673644784/ except his clothes look a little more worn and dusty.
Personality: Confident, a charmer, ESTP, very slick, cunning, smart, a total narcissist, somewhat of a player, has the whole tall-dark- and-handsome vibe. Chaotic Neutral.
Abilities: Has the acute ability to throw cards with incredible accuracy, is a master at sleight of hand, can make things literally appear out of thin air. Also, has a range of magic-related abilities, only without any sort of tricks or gimmicks. Suffers from the spell connected with the Ring. It serves as a gift and a curse to him. (The gift being a certain kind of magic and the curse being that he traded his soul and cannot die.)
Favorite weapon: A single deck of cards.
Other: He is undead.
Aesthetic: "Look hot, be cold."
