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Marked RP!
This is my first RP, so please let it live!!!
This is based off of a book that I'm writing. Basically, in a land far far away.... some people have a mark on their wrist that gives them the power over 1 of the elements. (fire, water, light, wind, ice, earth, and darkness.) Multiple people can have the same Mark. Those who are Marked are considered outlaws, and are hunted by a group known creatively as .... The Hunt!
A little more on Marks...
Before someone gets a Mark, they will begin to have vivid dreams about their element. When they wake up one day, they will feel a burning sensation on their wrist, and the Mark will appear. It cannot disappear, and is easy to hide.
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So anyways, you can be one of the following:
Darkness Mark ( can control shadows) : 1 person only
Fire Mark ( can control fire) : 2 people
Water Mark ( can control water): 2 people
Light Mark ( can control lightning): 2 people
Wind Mark( can control wind ): 2 people
Ice Mark( can control ice/snow): 2 people
Earth Mark( can control plants): 2 people
Hunters: 3 people
Other( villagers, etc) 4 people
So, a total of 20 people can join!
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Here's the charrie sheet:
Name:
Gender:
Age: ( 12 and up, please)
Role:( Hunter, Marked, Other)
Power: (If any. Note: The unMarked have NO powers)
Weapon: ( Only if you are a hunter)
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory:
Other:
Have fun! I'll post my charries later.
submitted by September , (Formerly Megan)
(June 1, 2016 - 11:24 pm)
(June 1, 2016 - 11:24 pm)
Yay! Someone posted!
(June 26, 2016 - 2:53 pm)
Andra~
Pfft. She tried.
Smart. Attack a water-marked girl right next to a pool of water.
These are the thoughts that ran through Andra's head as she ran away from the girl. An easy target? Sure. That hunter did not know what Andra had been through- she did not know how powerful she was. She could bend the ocean currents to her will. She could create a tsunami with a wave of her hand. She could literally part the sea.
Sounds too good to be true, right?
Well, it is.
Whenever Andra used her power, her mark faded more and more. It was hardly noticeable, but after a while, it was obvious that it was going away. She remembered how vibrant it had been when she'd first gotten it; now, it was a dull, almost cloudy, shade of blue. One part of her was glad; that mark was dangerous. It had caused her enough trouble all ready. She wouldn't have to run away anymore.
But, controlling the water could be pretty useful sometimes.
It had saved her life countless times.
As she fled to the forest, Andra didn't even think about other hunters. She was still very delirious, and it was incredibly hot where she was. If only she could've drunk a little more water...
"Ahh!" She exclaimed as she ran straight into another girl. She backed away, rubbing her head. When she looked at the girl, she noticed her bow. Andra didn't have a weapon, and was too far away from the pond to control its water. There was no moisture at all in the surrounding sand, so she was powerless. The girl, who she assumed was a hunter, grabbed her wrist. Andra struggled, threw punches, kicked, and did anything she could to get away, but the girl's grip was too strong. Andra could not fight any more.
Her vision blurred and her knees gave out. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the hunter, tying her wrist together, calling for the others.
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I made up a tooooon of stuff about the marks, so if you guys don't like it ignore this post. It might just only be Andra who's losing her mark, if that will work, too.
(June 26, 2016 - 10:27 am)
Top!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(June 28, 2016 - 8:01 am)
TOP THIS RP!!!! PLEASE! THIS CAN'T DIE!!!!
(June 28, 2016 - 4:23 pm)
Top!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡!!!!¡!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(June 29, 2016 - 12:14 pm)
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TOP!
THIS REALLY NEEDS TO TOP!
CAPTCHA says fdie. NO! Don't die! DON"T YOU CANNOT DIE!!!!
TOP!
(June 29, 2016 - 5:35 pm)
What the... I have no idea why it turned out like... that. Anyway... TOP!
(June 30, 2016 - 7:58 pm)
SERIOUSLY! TOP THIS! WHY MUST MY TOPS NEVER WORK! EVERYONE! POST!
LEAFPOOL! ATHENA! SEPTEMBER THIS IS YOUR OWN RP! PLEASE SOMEONE POST!
(June 30, 2016 - 8:03 pm)
Ooops. I'm so sorry for not posting. Here! Gosh, I don't even remember the name of my Charrie. I'll check that.
Sereyna~
Sereyna heard a noise behind her. Branches cracking and leaves rustling gave the impression that someone-or something-was following her. A pair of green eyes shone out of the bushes. She stood stock still as a person slowly advanced out of the bushes, pointing a bow with an arrow loaded on it at her. Before she could even move, a voice came from behind her. "Stay where you are, Marked. Don't move, or we'll kill you." Sereyna decided it would be wise to do what he told her. "Marked, you are a danger to everyone. You are nothing more than a monster. Surrender yourself and follow us, and we may let you live." The voice told her. Suddenly, Sereyna became furious. "It's not my fault I'm Marked!" She cried. "You have no right to do this to me! I am not a monster! I am a human- a human-" Before she could control herself, her hands became icy cold. She watched in horror as a stream of ice shot out of her hands, wrapping itself around the wrists of the two Hunters. Sobbing with shock, she turned and ran into the forest, away from the two Hunters. They struggled in vain with their icy bonds as the first called after her, "We'll get you, Marked! We'll get you and all the other monsters of your kind. You'll suffer for this!" But his calls fell upon deaf ears. Sereyna was already far away, running as fast as her legs would take her.
Sorry it's not that long, it was all I could think of. MORE PEOPLE, PLEASE POST! TOP, TIPPITY TOP!
(July 1, 2016 - 8:40 am)
It's alright if it's not long. SOMEONE POSTED! Hip,hip,horray! THIS RP WILL NOT DIE!
(July 1, 2016 - 5:47 pm)
Tipity Topity TTTOOOPPP!
(July 2, 2016 - 4:28 pm)
Please, top this! This RP cannot die! TOP! TTTTTTTOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!
(July 3, 2016 - 6:50 pm)
Top!Top!Top!Top!Top!Top!Top!Top!Top!Top!Top!Top!
(July 3, 2016 - 8:23 pm)
To the very top! THE VERY FIRST ONE! REALLY! PEOPLE, CAN YOU PLEASE START POSTING? I REALLY THINK SEPTEMBER JUST... ABANDONED THIS? IT"S HER RP!
(July 3, 2016 - 8:26 pm)
~Eliana
I walked back to the camp, water still dripping from my hair.
"Did you catch her?" I asked the other Hunters.
"Her? You mean the water mark? Yeah, we got her," Bat-Erdene answered, gesturing to the girl I'd seen earlier, "You've seen her before?"
"Yeah, she was coming in from the desert."
"Desert?" Silva frowned.
"There's a desert by the forest."
"Weird."
I nodded, examining the girl. She looked exhausted, but angry, her pink hair clenched tightly in her fists. Good. She deserved everything she got. After all, the Marked had destroyed whole villages, killed people, and even worse.
At least they didn't get to the capitol yet, I think, That's where my family is. And that's where we need to deliver them to. At least they didn't get to the capitol.
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Sorry it's so short. TOP!
(July 4, 2016 - 9:58 am)