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Everland Island Prison RP
Okay, so my Everlasting RP started eight days ago, and we voted first for genres, and then for plot ideas. However, two plot ideas tied for first.
Normally, in this situation there would be a runoff between the two, and I'm also aware that I said this would be the case. However, I fear that we are at serious risk of losing the people that have joined, because, quite frankly, this is taking a really long time. =)
Also, there are clearly enough people interested in both RPs to make them both work. This is a good thing! Two for the price of one!
Alias submitted the following idea, and it tied for first with four votes;
In this world your three (or fewer) characters are on a prison-island. A few of these characters were unjustly imprisoned, but many deserve to be there. This is not just a story about heroes and good guys.
They are racing to get to a small enchanted ship that they have heard of -- though no one knows if it exists. Nobody has actually seen this ship. but stories say that it can only carry two people. This ship is also said to be the only escape from the prison-island.
Here's the thing; this is a prison for people with magical powers. The island is under an unbreakable spell that limits the characters' powers so severely that they're almost silly. Like if you have the power of conjuring flame, you can only conjure one as large as a gas stove would. Or if you can freeze something, it can't be bigger than an apple. (These are just examples.)
This is set in a medieval-type era. (But not necessarily Earth.) So, no cellphones, etc.
If you use more than one character for this, they should be on very noticeably different levels as far as good/evil.
The goal of these RPs is not to win! These are Everlasting RPs. If someone just wins, then they end! I someone does triumph, it should be a twist of the plot, not the high point in any way.
Let's try and make it about strong writers, not strong characters. Triumphs should be few and far between, something worthy of celebration. Make the story about challenges and defeats.
The character form is this:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Power:
You'll notice that I left out backstory, other, and personality. This was on purpose. I think it will make for a more interesting to have our characters develop throughout, not just have a flat-out identity. No one really knows if the other one is good/evil. We have to figure it out.
Just to remind everybody, I'm going to state a few rules;
1. You can have no more than three characters at a time.
2. A character can be killed off and replaced. However, there must be two weeks (real time) between the creation of a character and the same character's replacement. This gives our characters time to develop, and hopefully compels us to commit to describing their place in this imaginary world.
3. No simple overpower-ed-ness, please! Cleverness, deceit, and luck, YES! Blatant ovepowering, not so much.
4. You do not have to have voted on the original thread to post on this.
5. You can join at any time.
submitted by Alias
(April 20, 2015 - 12:33 am)
(April 20, 2015 - 12:33 am)
Can I stilll join ? If so:
Name Prisoner 64 Sammy Sabastion
Age 15
Appearance black hair that's always in a braid, deep brown eyes brown patchy dress, green leggings black boots, smallish
Power healing. Since her power is limited she can only heal small things like cuts scrapes and bruises not wounds snakebites and broken bones.
Sammy-
I slide down the rope hanging from my tree with my basket in the crook of my arm. When I reach the ground I search for the mushrooms I saw last night. They are there and after about fifteen-minutes walk I find a large clump of parslane. After picking all of it I run back, climb up the rope and set about making my afternoon meal. I am just finishing it when I hear a stick crack. I grab my bow hoping to get more food.
(May 5, 2015 - 5:21 pm)
Ryia~
"Hello?!?!??" I hear. It's very loud. I wonder how long they have been calling. I sit up with a whimper, the pain in my broken arm hitting me like a fist. I look down the long ladder..someone is down there. It's too far to tell if its a girl or boy. "Aye?" I mutter, then repeat myself louder, "Aye!?" The person cups her hands to her mouth, "I thought you were dead or something!" I chuckle and shout,"Just sleeping!" She hesitates..."Isn't that...a little...dangerous??!?" I make a motion with my metal hand that she probably can't see anyways. "Can I come up?!?!" I blink...stranger....meh, "Sure."
A little while later after I manage to stand up, she climbs the ladder. "How..did you..climb..this tree?" she asks in between large breaths. "My power," I respond. She notices my metal arm first, then my broken arm. "What?" she asks. "Long story." I respond, then head to the hut with things for stuff like broken arms.
I finish wrapping my arm. She hasn't stopped asking questions since she saw it. "How did you build this?" she asks.
"Power."
"Can anyone else climb the tree without the ladder?"
"Nope...or at least they shouldn't be able to. That's enough questions for now. It's not like I'm going anywhere. Or anyone else for that matter." She sighs and sits down on the bridge out side the hut. I ease myself down next to her. "Okay, my turn. What is your name?"
She grins sheepishly realizing she forgot that question, "Solstice, what's y-"
"Ah, no more questions. But my name is Ryia."
(May 5, 2015 - 8:24 pm)
Weltrin ~
I shoot down the last animal, picking it up and going back home.
Three pelts.
And... Some other stuff to go.
(May 6, 2015 - 7:36 am)
Everlasting!!! Hello!! Do you not know that word? Okay sorry, that was a a bit rude. Anywaaayys, I'll start posting as your chars if you don't hurry! Yeah....like maybe. I'm terrible at threats.
(May 7, 2015 - 10:41 am)
(May 8, 2015 - 4:54 pm)
I'm going to drop out. This is kind of overwhelming.
(May 8, 2015 - 6:38 pm)
Rianne~
I walk past my base: I'm planning to go to my makeshift garden and pick some greens for a meal. I reach my garden, just a small clearing where I have a few plants and mushrooms that I tend and pick food from. But... what is this? My mushrooms are gone, and a clump of purslane near the edge of the clearing that I've been intending to use is also gone, the dirt around its site showing it was recently uprooted.
I turn, looking into the woods. I take a step, cracking a twig. "Who's there?" I hear.
A girl, black-haired and wearing a brown dress, steps out of the woods. Her bow is raised, and I put my hands up. "Who are you?" I ask.
"Sammy."
(May 8, 2015 - 9:15 pm)
Hello there! Pretty new here, decided to start out here. I hope my joining in doesn't throw everything out of whack!
Name: Thomas Tracer
Age: 14
Appearance: He looks older than he is, looking almost 18. His hair is black with silver streaks and he has bright blue eyes.
Power: Summoning things (limited to only a magical material called Epoch, he can't summon other materials)
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Name: Viper Talclaw
Age: 20 cycles (600 years)
Appearance: A naga-dragon, has the same black-silver streaks as Thomas and that same silver is colors his eyes and horns.
Power: Turning things into their elemential opposites.
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Name: Arc Hexagon
Age: 16
Appearance: An anthropomorphic dragon, completely black but with blue colors snaking down his back. He has no wings.
Power: Turning into a feral dragon when threatened.
(May 9, 2015 - 3:22 am)
Ryia~
I wave goodbye to Solstice, even though she probably can't see it from such a distance. I turn around and take the bridge to the right, towards my house. I take a step on the bridge, but make it no further, because i run for my life. A dragon flies above my tree house...no...dragons. I see them now, they are flying around the islandm burning things. I stop. This is what i prepared for....i'm ready for this. I turn around and head to a large hut, inside the hut is a series of levers and gears. I pull the lever and the leaf roof falls off. Seconds later a cloud of green smoke rises from the machine, i crinkle up my nose at the smell, but it works. The nearby dragons get as far away from the stench as possible. I grin, angry queen dragon smell.Now...for the others. I run down the ramps and arrive at the ladder i rolled up, with a kick I push it down. I jump on it and slide down the ladder, its a bit tricky with one arm, but i manage. Then i run to the nearest cluster of houses, "GET TO MY FORT!!!"
(May 12, 2015 - 1:15 am)
(May 12, 2015 - 3:33 pm)
Nenya~
I can hear Ryia yelling even from the woods. I grab my pouch of supplies and Oscar before running in the general direction of her fort. I can see she has a mechanism to block out... what? I glance skyward.
Dragons are swarming over the island, covering the sky in thick masses. I'm frozen in frightened awe as their numbers block out the sun.
If only I could fly like them, like I used to...
Someone bumps into me, and I fall. My head clashes against a sharp rock. Blood trickles down my face and the world swims...
"Oh, she's adorable."
A woman, thin and pale but joyuslly happy, cradled a swab of fox fur in her arms. Swaddled in it was a child, a newborn baby.
"She definitely is."
A man wearing only a loincloth leaned over the woman, also beaming. "What should we call her?"
"Nenya. She looks like a Nenya."
"That she does."
Suudenly, they heard shouts from the tent outside. "Wendy-"
"I hear them."
"You must run!"
"No. Take the child. I am in no fit condition to flee."
"You're just going to die?"
"It's the only way, Chris."
Tears streaming down his face, the man ducked out of a side entrance and into the woods. "Oh, little Nenya. I am so sorry. But I promise you, I will keep you happy. I will."
The scene shifted....
Wolves surrounded the animal-skin tent, howling their howl song.
"Dad-" A girl with black hair, around eight or nine, peeked out of the tent. "What are they? Wolves don't act this way."
"They aren't wolves. They are some sort of hybrid. From what, I do not know. But they are bent to destruction."
"Will we be able to escape, daddy?"
"You will. You can jump."
"But- you can just teleport! You figured it out, right?"
"Oh, Nenya, my girl. I'm sorry."
The man threw the girl out of the tent, and she aimed her body at a branch where she landed, unhurt.
Except her heart as she watched a head being dragged out of the tent.
(May 12, 2015 - 6:46 pm)
I'm not doing this any longer. Too overwhelming.
(May 13, 2015 - 10:21 am)
Sorry Katydid! I said I would post but I never did. I'll do it now...
@Danie: We'll miss you so much, but if it's your choice. We'll miss you?
Solstice~
I waved to Ryia and started to go back when I saw flame in the distance. I frowned, sure I wasn't seeing it right. Then I heard Ryia's holler: "GET TO MY FORT!"
I run over there immediatly. There's a girl on the ground, unconsious, but it isn't Ryia. She's trying to fight them off. I run over to her.
"Need a little help?" I say, not being able to resisit the opportunity.
"You think?" she says. A dragon swipes at her and she ducks.
I'm not surprised I'm unafraid. It's what I was trained to do. A dragon lunges toward me and I hit it with my sharp rock. The sharp edge was aiming towards its neck but bounces off. I curse in my native language and wish more than ever for my knife. It would cut through these scales like butter.
The dragon hisses- or was it a laugh? Who knows- maybe it was saying something in dragon language.
Then an idea strikes me. Maybe I could tell the dragon to get out of here.
I run away from the dragons and behind a bush.
"Where are you going?!" exclaims Riya. I don't answer. I only need a few minutes. Then I start to concentrate.
When I feel like I'm good to go, I send out a message to the closest dragon. Go away!
The dragon...
(May 13, 2015 - 7:32 pm)
~Niska~
I leave the needle in her house, too nervous to give it to her.
(May 23, 2015 - 8:40 am)
get this RP to the top!!!!!
(May 26, 2015 - 11:52 am)