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What is one of the most important things about the role playing universe? being able to make an RP! This requires inventive stories, and to keep people interested, original plots. Therefore, I, in my supreme wisdom, came up with an idea. We could have a contest for the most creative RP concept. If Raziel likes this contest idea, we'll come up with a prize, and keep you in notice. But, keep those brains-a-thinking.


Oh...I forgot to mention one little detail. I am unmerciful. You do NOT have a month, but a mere week to come up with these things. By the end of this weekend....12:00 next Sunday, the time is up.

Rules:

Me and Raziel will judge the RP concepts, so nobody complain please.

RP's should NOT have been done before. Don't give us an RP if you have ever played it.

RP's shouldn't be based off of other RP's

You must create A PROFILE SETUP and ONE CHARACTER for your RP. Sometimes, the characters make an RP fun, so i want to see what kindof a character you would put IN your creative RP's.

If you have any questions, just ask me.

I'm in!!!! Muahahaha!!! and very nice contest love

Alright guys. I talked it over With Raz, and officially the winners name will be put in the sidebar, AND, the rp will be made into a real one, and sortof, have it's name down on the site. Which means, a bigger chance people will join it. Your rp will be famous on shadows. The contest ends on 12:00 next Sunday.

if I can come up with something, I'm so in!

mwahaha *is proud of self*

“I’m not crazy, I tell you! I swear on my mother’s grave! I’m not crazy! Get that thing away from me!” She shrieked, backing into a corner, her eyes wide with alarm, and wet with tears. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her shoulders, like she was trying to make herself implode or disappear from this place. The three people in front of her moved calmly and smoothly, as if they were approaching a butterfly, that might fly away if they moved too quickly. The man directly in front of her held a sharp syringe in his right hand, his left hand outstretched to grab her.

“Now come on. We can get you through this, and you can make it easy or hard, but either way, we are going to help you. Just give me your hand – “ She slapped his hand away.

“I don’t need help! I’m not insane! LET ME GO!” The two women on either side of the man had grabbed the girl’s arms and pinned her to the wall. Fiercely kicking and screaming, the girl struggled for her life, but the women were stronger and held her fast to that corner. Bruises started forming on the girl’s arms and she screamed in horror that made her mind shut out the pain in her body, even as she heard her left wrist snap in that woman’s rough grip.

The man approached her, the syringe poised; the snake ready to sink its fangs into her tanned flesh. “Heidi, I need you to settle down, this won’t hurt as much if you stop n – oof!” She’d landed a hard kick on his chest, causing him to stumble back, the wind knocked out of him for a moment, and very nearly drop the needle. For a moment, he stood a bit doubled over as he caught his breath, and then barked a command to the women. “Hold her legs!”

Heidi struggled with all her might, but being younger and apparently weaker than the women, her efforts were futile. The man came close again, closer than before, his hot breath suffocated her as it made contact with her sweat-glazed face. He ran his fingers down her jaw, getting a good look at her. She flinched and tried to get away from him as he spoke calmly. “It’s a real shame this happened to you. You could have been something.” And he stuck his needle into her arm. Heidi let out a small cry before everything started blurring away and she went completely limp in the women’s arms. They let her drop to the floor in a crumpled heap.

At this point, the man pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. “Heidi Clara Lawson, check. Poor girl. Only 25, she really could have made something of herself. Whatever is causing these visions has no sense of mercy. Oh well, that’s another one down. I need this vision to be eliminated, and I need to find out how its appearing. Alright, let’s take her back to the asylum.” The two women obediently picked up Heidi more gently this time and started carrying her out the door they’d burst through, and the man followed after them.

Sarah Demitri Lawson bit her lip and covered her mouth and nose with both hands as tears streaked down her face silently. She sat frozen in the closet across the room from where her sister had just been drugged and taken away. ‘They came! They came and they took her away! Oh my God!’ Her mind cascaded in a downward spiral, not knowing what exactly she should do, but knowing that something must be done.

For a long time she sat, curled up on the closet floor, scared to come out, in case those people in doctor’s gear came back, but eventually dragged herself out and ran to her room. With light speed, she packed her backpack with clothes, then ran to the pantry and threw in some dry food. At last she ran to the broken front door. She turned for a moment and took one last look at the apartment, and then ran for her life and her freedom. “I’m sorry, Heidi, I’ll make sure they pay for this.” She whispered as she disappeared into the night.

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So this idea actually came because I was attacked by a plot bunny in a dark alley, and I really liked it, and it takes place in a country called Tempara in the year 2013.

The story is that these select people all over the country are getting these visions. Now the visions are all pieces to a bigger picture, and every person who is selected by the superior being to have the visions gets the vision at the same time of day, but not necessarily on the same day. For example, both Sarah and Heidi were having the visions, and Sarah saw the first vision at 2:00pm on Tuesday, September 25th, 2012 and Heidi saw first vision at 2:00pm on Friday, October 5th, 2012. What happens when these people see the visions is that they go completely blank and stop whatever they were doing, and stand or sit or lay there with all expression wiped from their faces, and whatever they were carrying gets dropped because their arms go limp. The only part of their bodies that move are their eyes, which follow the vision as if it were right in front of them.

Lets start with what started the visions. The Tempara government was elected six years ago and has been “re-elected” since then, except they were really tampering with the votes and put themselves into power. Recently they started a project they called the Response Project saying it was related to emergency responses, but about 6 months after they started the project, the visions started happening revealing the project to be human response program run by a man, who calls himself Dr. Sheldon Reed who is determined to prove that he can pull any information out of any person if allowed to use any means. The government gave him that power.

Now, since the every vision is given to every selected person in the same order, but not on the same dates, one by one, the people began to understand what the visions were and tried to convince others that the Response Project was inhuman and needed stopping. Some were lucky enough to find other people who’d seen the visions too, and so they would band together and back each other up on the story, others weren’t so lucky.

When Dr. Reed started hearing of these “vision bringers” (as he calls them), he put it upon himself to eliminate those who saw and spread the visions. He took down names he’d heard from the people, and hunted them down. His form of attack was to call them insane publicly, saying that they were delirious, and that they needed to be incarcerated. After alienating them from the public eye, he found their homes and either was let in or broke in the front door. This is where those who hadn’t found others were worse off, or better off depending on how you looked at it.

Upon meeting the “vision bringer”, he would try to convince them that they were insane, and if that failed, he would take them by force. No one ever hears from them again. The Vision Bringers started seeing that some were disappearing because of the visions, and they started going into hiding, running, but some still trying to set things straight, knowing that if the project wasn’t stopped, it would mean destruction for all.

Available Roles:
Dr. Sheldon Reed – (if you want this character, post a profile and I’ll pm you some information)
“Nurses” that help Dr. Reed –
Civilians against the Vision Bringers – (these could be anything from protesters to spies or more)
Vision Bringers – (I’ll pm any of you about the visions, and you don’t necessarily have to be a “good guy”)
Sarah Demitri Lawson (Sorcha)
Civilians with the Vision Bringers – (these people could be doing anything from hiding the Vision Bringers to travelling with them or more)
The Superior Being – (If you want this character, say so here and I’ll pm you)


Character Profile:

Shadows Username: Sorcha

Name: Sarah Demitri Lawson

Gender: female

Age: 16

Role: Vision Bringer

Appearance:


Personality: Sarah is quiet and reserved, but a very hard worker. When she wants something, she can usually get it if she sets her mind to it. She doesn’t make many relationships with people, friendships or otherwise, and doesn’t trust easily.

Bio: Sarah was raised by her big sister, Heidi, for just about half of her life, as her mother died when she was only a little girl. Her sister was legally old enough to take the house they’d lived in, at 17, but couldn’t afford to keep it, so they moved to a small apartment in town, closer to where she worked and Sarah went to school.
When Sarah turned 13, she got a job at a diner down the street, washing dishes, to help out her sister. Soon after she found herself another job delivering Sunday newspapers, and she balanced both jobs with school, well enough.
It was on her 16th birthday that Sarah had the first vision. She was carrying her text books to her science class when it came. The second she walked through the door to the lab, she froze, her books dropped from her arms landing on her toes, but she didn’t notice until she came back to. Everyone in the class was staring at her either amused or concerned, but her eyes were bright with shock at what she’d just seen. “Oh my God!” She’d shouted, “That was mortifying! I can’t believe what I’ve just seen!” She felt physically ill as her science teacher walked up and placed a hand on Sarah’s shoulder, then advised her to go to the nurse’s office. “Didn’t you see it?” Again, the teacher told her to go lie down, so confused and horrified, she picked up her books and limped down to the infirmary. Two weeks later, her sister had the vision, and Sarah felt less insane than she’d initially felt.
For four and a half months Sarah and Heidi had the visions, Heidi going out to tell people about them, while Sarah stayed quiet and tried to keep her head about things until the doctors came to take away her sister, leaving her to redeem and avenge her sister.

I thought I may as well try and compete.

A quick note, below is the basis of the storyline. This version of previewing an RP's story, is an experiment of mine called Project Trailer. Because I'd like you to imagine this as a movie trailer in your head- we're all writers, I'm sure I'm not the only one that can do that -with the words in italics being those common words that show up when the screen goes black.
Anyways. Let's see. More info below after the trailer.

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In a city new to the world…

Dancing, the flame flickers in front of him.

Absolute perfection, a paradise to those who seek refuge...
The man, cold blue eyes, stares at it, pulling the match away from the candle slowly. Flicking it with his fingers, the flame remaining extinguishes.

Nothing is ever as it seems…

He turns, standing to his full height, to the men beside him. One dressed in a simple business suit, standing at ease. The one next to him, on his knees, bound and gagged.
The first man looks inquisitively at his partner. “Shall I…?”
“Yes. The time is here, finally.” The man reaches into the cloak he wears, and walks forward. A knife gleams in the candle light, illuminating the underground chamber, obscure symbols painted in blood on the ground.

An ancient God awakens…

Closer, the man approaches the bound prisoner. The bound man screams, muffled by the gag. The knife slips across the prisoner’s throat and his body falls to the ground.

And pure Hell is unleashed.

The shadows scurry along the wall, a male voice shouts. “Come on!”

A young man…

“We have to get him out of here—” The male says hurriedly.
“But, for how long?” The voice of a female replies shakily.
“Until the time comes.”

The only soul undecided…

“Where am I…?” The young man asks, his voice slurred. He props himself up on the bed, the room is dark. A voice, almost a growl, replies. “You’re home, Drystan.”

Is about to be...

“What’s going on here? WHERE AM I? LET ME GO!”

Tested.

“NO!” The young man swings the sword towards the cloaked figure.


“It’s your destiny, boy!” The man yells, pounding his fists on the desk.

A conspiracy unmasked…

“Where is that boy? He’s mine!” The cloaked man says, turning to his suit-clad partner and throwing a knife into the wall next to him.
The partner is silent. “… We lost track of him. Last we heard, he was in the church with a priest.”
“Find him, and bring him to be. His soul belongs to me!”

An Angel’s Mercy…

“What’s happening?” The young man asks, whirling around, rocks crumbling from the ceiling.
The man next to him, dressed in an old English long coat, looks up. “… That, is happening.”
The two look up and then look at each other. The young man says quickly, “Run!”

Cannot help the soul…

“… Amelia…” The young man puts his hand to her cheek. “…I love you…”

That struggles between...

“Drystan!” The girl yells out, stretching her arm to reach him.

Good...

"I won't ever let anyone harm you..." The boy says, gripping onto the girl's hand tightly.

Or...

"You son of a *censored*! LET HER GO!" He yelled, and lunged, a knife in hand.

Evil...?

“…You’re mine…” The man says, staring at the boy.

“Have you ever loved?” The vampire asks, stroking the young woman’s hair, and looking at her in mock-affection.
“… Yes.”

“Amelia!!” Drystan yells, cocking the pistol and aiming. “Get down!”

The vampire chuckles. “You love the Fallen Angel…”

The woman smiles. “He’s not Fallen…”

Tested by those around him…

“Drystan… what have you done…?” The man asks, staring in disbelief.
The young man stares down at the corpse. He smiles, laughing slowly. “…I killed a man, Ken.”

An untouched soul, tested by legend…

“What is he, then?” The vampire asks.

“He’s just getting up…”

And made to decide the fate…

“His blood will spill upon the floor of the Ancients… They will awaken…” The cloaked man says shakily. “And I will become…” He yells, slashing his wrist. “A God!”

Of the World…

“You love her?” The man asks. The young man huffs in an attempted laugh. “…Yeah.”

Pure.


Or…

“Why did you kill this man?!” The Priest asks hurriedly. The young man smiled. “…It was fun.”

Tainted?

He turned slowly to the man, water dripping off of his form. "We need to stop this..." He whispered, motioning to the corpse of a child in the stream.

Savior

The young man stared at the sky, sighing heavily, tears streaming down his face.

Or...

He drove the knife deeper into her throat, smiling at her light whimper. "... Scream for me, dearest."

Sinner...?

A Lycan, standing over a fresh corpse, turns to the young man. The young man smiles, his fingers twitching towards the knife at his side, he breaths quickly. “Come on…” He says. The Lycan huffs. “Come on…” Roaring, the beast charges, the young man quickly grabs the knife, yelling. “COME ON!”

… The Twilight Kingdom…

He laughed, clapping the old priest on the shoulder. "Don't be so tense." The young man said, his eyes flickering with mischief. "This is gonna be fun."

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Okay, this is a story about Ravenborough, commonly known as the Twilight Kingdom. Inside this city, under the ground, the poor live in fear. On the surface are the middle class, and near the skies, in connected sky scraper like appartments and bachelor pads and whatnot, are the rich. The cities classes are truly devided.
In this city, deeper underground, in the center of the city, is an exact replica of Stone Henge, with runes painted on cave walls around it, and on the ground, a pedestal in the middle. This is an artifact of ancient time, and no one knows how it emerged, or of its existance. The only people that know of its existance now are two: a Priest, and a Business man.
Unlikely, eh?
Let me explain.

The story revolves around Drystan Abernethy, a young man who is the only PURE soul on Earth. He is going to be manipulated, and hunted. Everyone, the few, that know of what's going on, will want to manipulate Drystan and bring him to the Altar of Independance, where he will then decide the fate of the world. No one decides for him, and no one can force him, hence the reason he needs to be forcefully put to one side of Morality or another.

The Roles, as you know, are more or less previewed above. Though, they aren't SET roles, as in being exactly that. I'll give you the general idea, and you can tweak them as much as you wish.

Rules: Normal MG Rules, Violence and Romance can be as much as ye wish.

Roles:

The Priest ( this Priest is also, secretly, a werewolf. Only The Immortal knows of his secret. ) :

The Immortal - The Immortal was sent to retrieve Drystan, and to protect and guide/teach him as they go on their journey. :

The Angel - Not really an Angel, but the Childhood Friend of Drystan who knows him best, and is dragged along. :

The Demon - Again, not really what the title implies. Another childhood friend of Drystan, who indulges more in their desires than the Angel or Drystan himself :

The Devil - The one who owns the Private Military/Security Company, The Queen's Guard. They are the mastermind behind the plot to turn Drystan as evil as possible.

The Vampire - This is an actual vampire, and the key follower of The Devil.

Drystan, The Pure Soul - The boy with the Angel's Mercy, a necklace and a symbol of who/what he is - Taken by me


Note: Those are only Key Roles. I'll give you the Allignment below, i.e: who works with who. Connections between characters can work hoever you want.
You can also make your own if none of the above appeal to you.
If you're the Immortal, I'd like to clarify, you CAN die. Everyone can really. Though with the Immortal, they have hardened bones/increased muscle density, and cannot age - they stopped aging when they were 22. So while they can die, it's nearly impossible to kill them. But it IS possible.

The Angel and Demon, while they aren't the exact kinds of characters you'd think from the names, the titles reflect their characters personality. They'll be acting like the traditional kind of humourous arguments between the Hero, with those little angels and demons at their ears, telling them what to do.

Last Note before I give the profile Code. This is NOT actually set on Earth. There are no cars, and no planes. There are boats, and horses. Everything else other than that is exactly like our technology. This is simply an alternate Earth. So you can still make our world referances.

Also, the RP can start in any way. City names, and whatnot, can all be made up as we go along. The last destination is The Twilight Kingdom, AKA Ravenborough.

Profile Code:

Role: it doesn't have to be a Key Role as above.
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Allignment:
Appearance:
Personality:
Abilities:
Weapons:
Bio ) optional :

Note also. Drystan knows nothing of his necklace, the Angel's Mercy, or what it means. He doesn't know of the Immortal/Priest, or the other roles. The Angel/Demon don't know either. Every teen ( Angel/Demon/Pure ) will learn in time.


My Profile:

Role: The Pure Soul
Name: Drystan Abernethy
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human - The Pure Soul
Allignment: Neutral. Travels with The Angel and The Demon, protected by The Immortal, and taught by the Immortal and The Priest.
Appearance: http://shylove.deviantart.com/art/The-W ... Me-8593623
Personality: Extremely Innocent, he doesn't pay attention to nearly anything. He will be pushed to the very edge in all of this, whether he knows it or not.
Abilities: None. Drystan has no abilities, he's an average guy in bad situations.
Weapons: None, at the moment. He may gain some from people as time goes on.
Bio ) optional : Drystan grew up in Crowesbluff, on the other side of the continent in which this is taken place, with his Childhood friends and his aunt and uncle. His parents, unknown to him, are in the Twilight Kingdom, and had sent him away years before via the Immortal's help.



Anyways... hope this goes well. And i hope this seems as simple as I hope it is, and not too complicated. Any questions, just ask.