A combination of non too original ideas to make a non too original Roleplay, but oh well. From what I can see there isn't many at the moment, and the existing ones aren't like, proper ones. I mean some are but there are a couple that say that they're roleplays but are like, blah. So I want to start this at some point, but I'm not too bothered when. It might take a while to get enough people, but I'm busy with school at the moment anyway so meh. Please read the whole thing through. :3 •••• Imagine another world exactly like ours. Grass is green, the sky is blue, tree trunks are brown; exactly the same. Apart from one thing. Above everyones heads' is a number. A date to be exact. A death date. Everyone has one, yet no one knows their own. They can see other people's numbers, but even when their reflection stares back at them they cannot see their own. Of course, they could just ask other people. It is possible, however there's also a law which says that you cannot tell someone their death date. Changing that could result in changing everything... The death penalty is in place for those who... Can't keep their mouthed shut, you could say. If you only say part of the date however, your penalty is less severe. Having your mouth sewn shut doesn't seem too inevitable though, does it? So life goes on as normal. It's an ordinary thing and something they've had since the dawn of time, so the world has never known any different. Still, it's always slightly unnerving when you see someone who's date above their head is predicted for the very next day. •••• One day, something unexpected happens. You're wondering through town, about to start your paper round, when you notice an elderly lady turn and gape at you. You blink twice, slightly confused, and awkwardly raise the corners of your lips into a confused smile. Instead of returning it however, a scream left her mouth and she ran away. She was surprisingly agile for an old lady. You stood still for a moment, wondering what you'd done. You peered into a shop window and looked at your reflection self-consciously, but the toothpaste smudge below your mouth surely couldn't have caused that reaction? Shrugging, you wipe it away and continue to walk towards the newsagents. The odd thing is you pass 3 more people, which all have the similar reaction as the old lady you first saw. Just as you're about to finally reach the Newsagents , two rough hands grab you from behind and tackle you to the ground. You're about to protest when a fist comes into contact with your head. •••• You wake up later, tied to a chair in a room with a number of other people. They're all beginning to wake up, and groggily look around. That's when it hits you. Their death dates all confirm that they should have died yesterday. You have a horrible sensation that you should be dead. But you aren't. You then begin to realise the situation. You're seemingly trapped in a room with other teenagers around your age, who're all tied up too. You think back to being knocked out and tackled, and the other citizens response when they saw you. So it want the toothpaste smudge after all, you think, awkwardly laughing but mainly out of fear. After a few minutes, the door you hadn't even noticed opens. A women in her mid-twenties enters. In her left hand is what looks to be a revolver... And in her right is what looks to be a fashion magazine. A smirk forms on her lips as she looks around, scanning all of the tied up teenagers. "Hello experiments. I'm guessing you're wondering what's going on?" ---- Mwhahahaha- Okay, anyways. xD So it doesn't make sense now, but I'll double as that woman and explain everything in the RP. I don't want to say here because then if no one knows what's going to happen then you will all be clueless and can't godmod, an it's better if you don't know what's going to happen. xD It'll make more sense once it's started, and it will basically start from that point when she says that. ----- •Rules.• - No drama in '('s. Take it to the wall, or private messaging. Just anywhere but here really. - Don't GodMod. It's really annoying. This is the kind of role play where you are going to get injured and not be in charge sometimes, so don't go all '<name>: ~Dodges the hit, rolls out of the way, then punches them so they die.~' Just no m'kay. - Use basic grammar. I'm not asking for lots, and I don't care what RP style you have, but it's not hard to use capital letters, commas, full stops and such. - Don't kill anyone without asking them first. ----- •Profiles.• Name: Age: [14-18] Looks: Birthday: [Must be between the start and end of December.] Other: ----- Well I think that's it. Blah. Idk. Join? Oh man I really don't know how to end this. Toodle-doo. Wait what. xD
Name: Alexious Joul (Call me Alex) Age: 18 Looks: 5'4" 140 lbs. round face, blue eyes, pouty lips (pierced with a hoop on the bottom left) I have a dimple on my chin when I smile. I have two tattoos but I won't bore you unless you ask (on my thigh and back) I wear grey corduroy skinny jeans and black combat boots. My shirt is black and cut into a tank top, it reads "DFTBA". Birthday: 12/14 Other: um I'm not sure? Lol I have a deep voice for a girl
Yeah it really would, I'm debating on to join or not though, I don't know if I'll be active or not. ?
Haha, I actually wanted to make a story out of it but idk, I'm lazy. xD And you should join aha. I'm not that active either. xD
•Profiles.• Name: I'd be creative here, but then I'm not very creative, so I'll just stick to the usual; Jess Dwyers. Age: [14-18] She's currently sixteen years old. Looks: Jess has rather an ordinary appearance. Her hair, a dark brown almost black colour, is slightly wavy and reaches to an inch before mid back. Her eyes are as dark as her hair, and are framed with relatively long lashes. Her skin colour is a brown colour due to being part Indian, and she has a thin scar on her stomach. Her nose is also pierced. She's pretty small for her age, and is slim. Birthday: [Must be between the start and end of December.] Her birthday is on the fifteenth of December. Other: Hm, idk man.
Oh my character has wavy blond hair cut in long layers about the same length as Jess' with bangs swipe to the left by the way.
This looks cool so I thought I'll join Name: Dae Hunter Age: 16 Looks: 5'8 brown hair with dark red highlights that reaches the middle of my back, scar in the middle of forehead, hazel (green/brown), freckles across her nose and tops of her cheeks Birthday: 25th Other: shy girl who was bullied and doesn't fit in
Name: Logan Lowell (Lolo) Age: 18 Looks: he has middle length dark brown wavy hair that falls slightly on his forehead. Dark green eyes. Dimple on his chin and few freckles on his nose. He also has a small scar next to his right eyebrow since he was little. He is 6'2" and pretty muscular (not too buff) Birthday: 12/8 Other: idk
Name: John Rideout (Ryder) December: 17 Other: very athletic, wrestles, runs track and XC. Is bad at science and math. Better at history and L.A. Likes action movies but isn't really into chick-flicks
Beltane Yughnasadh 17 years of age. (Sorry if the image is massive) Also has canine bites (Angel bites and Snake bites) and a few lilac streaks in her hair. Birthday: 18th of December Other: Beltane (either nicknamed Bell or Tane, depending on the day) is gender fluid, meaning she often switches her mental gender. Every day she will either wear a sticker that says 'Hello, I am... A boy!' Or 'Hello, I am... A girl!' on her shirts. She enjoys wearing too-big clothes and never really wears make up. Beltane worked in a coffee shop until she was fired a week before her day was meant to come. Beltane is from a highly religious family (Paganism) and never goes anywhere without her protective stones. Usually has pens on her and often draws on herself. Beltane has a slight Russian accent.
We'll probably start soon, but it's really windy here at the moment and my power is pretty likely to go at some point soon aha. :3
Oh man. I'm going on holiday on Saturday and there might not be wifi. ;-; But blah. I'll start anyway.) Setting: You're in the plain room, tied securely to the chair. You've just noticed the others death dates' when a woman with a revolver enters. "Hello experiments, I'm guessing you're wondering what's going on?" The room is plain, with all the colours drained from it. There are no windows. You're all relatively confused, and have a headache/slightly disoriented. It's assumed to just be because you were tackled and knocked out, but that effect will be explained later.