32 days RPIt

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32 days RPIt

32 days RP

Its 2220. The world is in a technology crises, they've been using flying cars, jetpacks, phones chips, computers, for 200 years. Now they have gotten word that they have ran out of gassoleen, gold, and all the needed meatles to make our technology age. 

But now we are out. No one remembers how to write, math, read, or anything they needed to survive.

Then word got out that every million years there is an extra day in July, sort of like how there is one more day in February every leap year. 

And on this day, some belive that the children boren will have Powers beyond belief, with ability to save the human race.....

Or destroy it.

 

13 years have past. There are no documented children boren on 2220, July 32. No documented childern. 

Your class mates think your strange. Usless. Boren a day before special. Atleast, thats what your mothers tells you. 31st. No sooner and defenatly no later. 

But is what she says true?

You've been experienceing strange things. Maybe your friend walked right past you while calling your name. Maybe you floughted a few feet off the ground once. Maybe you made a chemical reaction in chemistry once that made a meatle needed for flying cars. Or maybe you looked in the merior one day and had ears growing from your head. 

The technology crisest is getting worse. and your mother finally decides to tell you who you are.

 

Charrie sheet:

Name: should be a little extra normal or extrodanaryly different

Age: you should all be 13

Apperance: you should all have a strange facture ex: golden hair, cat like eyes, frosty skin, sharp nails, bright green eyes....

Personality: 

What you think your power is: (it can change)

Where you live: (it all hast to be in basically the same area like in the mountain or on a beach) or you can move to where everyone else is when you hear about the others. 

Other:

 

My charrie:

Name: Blizzard

Age:  13

Apperance: Long feathery blond hair with tips of bright gold. Large ice blue eyes. Tan skin. Long eyelashes. Red lips and always wearing makeup.

Personallity: popular, extravigant but not a dramma queen. Thinks dramm queens are just big brats. Shy when she meets new people but very talkative when she warms up to them.

What you think your power is: she has run very fast before, thought that a certain jump was very long, to long. Made a type of weird sand in chemestry before, and thought that she had ears on her hair one morning. (But it could be a bad hair day). So she really doesn't know.

Lives: In the mountains of Colorado 

Other: plays on a rugby team in her high school (SHS, Scorching High school. Mascot is a white dragon. Collers are gold, teal, and white)  

 

We can start when we have five or more people. You can still join after. But you have to make it that your moms decided to just tell you. Also if you know you can't participate for long DONT JOIN. 

Have fun guys!!!! 

submitted by Claaws
(September 5, 2016 - 2:27 pm)

Reserving a spot!! Will post charrie later.

submitted by September
(September 6, 2016 - 12:53 am)

OMG, THIS LOOKS AWSOME!!!! 

I've been trying to put a limit on how many rps I join but this is too good to pass up.  Awsome idea claaws!!!

Name:  Flite

Age: 13

Appearence: Brown wavy hair kept in ponytail at the top of her head, freckles and icy blue eyes.  Tall.  Always where's some kind of bird themed t-shirt

Personality: Quiet but not shy, no one really notices her, sits alone at lunch

What you think your power is: flite has always felt a strange connection toward birds, one night she had a dream she was flying over the mountains, the next morning her hair resembled feathers.   At school a few weeks later an owl flew through an open window to land on flites desk, the teacher tried to shoo it away but the thing just stood there,  the teacher swatted at it but her hand went straight through, like an illusion.   The owl perched on flutes desk for the rest of class.

Lives: if its OK could we go to the same school?   If so Colorado

Other: idk 

submitted by Windswift
(September 7, 2016 - 8:07 am)

Sorry that I took so long to post! 

Here's my charrie:

Name: Lilyanne 

Age:13

Appearance: Tall, long wavy black hair, icy blue eyes, freckles

Personality: Shy, somewhat nerdy. . . anti-social, has only one friend (her best friend, Alicia) 

What you think your power is: Mental telepathy- She was once staring at the back of Alicia's head in science, wishing she could talk to her, when she felt something- something like an electrical wire connecting itself from her brain to Alicia's. She thought, Hi, and Alicia whipped around and hissed, "Why are you talking in science? You could get us into so much trouble!" 

Lives: Colorado 

submitted by September
(September 8, 2016 - 8:45 pm)

So joining! Charrie sheet:

Name: Lyria

Age: 13

Apperance: Waist length, slightly wavy hair the color of the sky just before sunrise, ocean blue eyes with flecks of silver scattered around the pupil. Average height, willowy, stronger than she looks to be.

Personality: Fairly similar to that of a storm. Often very calm, until you do something worthy of her anger(Think 'the calm before the storm). Protective of those that she believes need it. Empathetic, mischevious, cuious, somewhat defiant. 

What you think your power is: (it can change) Unusually talented at singing (possibly some kind of musical powers, such as songcasting, etc.). Also, unusual pains/ itching on her back, between the shoulder blades sometimes (she could discover that she has wings sometime during the story?) Finally, she has noticed that sometimes, when she was wishing it was windy, it would suddenly become windy, and vice versa (some kind of air powers).

Where you live: Fairly secluded mountain valley in Colorado.

Other: Dad is unknown. Has an almost identical twin (brother or sister- I haven't decided). Loves nature and exploring the outdoors.

submitted by Kestrel
(September 7, 2016 - 12:29 pm)

I shouldn't join...but I can't resist! What a great idea!

Name: Myrrh

Age: 14

Appearance: Reddish-brown hair. Freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Tall and thin, kind of gangly. Pale, gray-blue eyes. Part Irish, so pale skin. 

Personality: Awkward, always kind of dazed and confused, not unintelligent but just dreamy and thoughtful, often gets in trouble for not paying attention on class, an avid doodler. 

What you think your power is: One day in Geometry during a particularly difficult lesson, he could have sworn he'd seen one of his doodles move across the page and slip down to his calculations, where it filled in what x was. He thought it was just an illusion, but when he looked it really had moved, and now the x = ___ had a 17 in the blank. 

Lives in: Would it be easier if they all lived in the same place?

Other: Has a pet rat that his mother really doesn't like named Cocoa.

submitted by Clouded Leopard
(September 7, 2016 - 2:02 pm)

Name: Arc (short for Antarctica)

Age: 13

Apperance: VERY pale all over her body. Paper-white skin, paper-white hair, no freckles or marks. Has eyes that change color every few seconds.

Personality: Very intelligent, perceptive and intuitive. Solitary.

What you think your power is: She was sitting and reading one day when she felt the presence of everything in the room. She frantically threw up her hands, and the objects in the room fell over.

Where you live: Umm... wherever everyone else is.

Other:Has three cats named R'yleh, Cthulhu, and The Deep One.

submitted by Brookeira
(September 7, 2016 - 4:32 pm)

Awesome idea, Claaws!

Name: Charlotte Jennings

Age: 12

Personality: Used to the extravagant life of New York City, not stuck up but very rich. She's actually very kind and helpful once you get to know her, but she's been 

Appearance: Sleek brown hair down to about a third of the way down her back, and the ends kind of curl up. Chestnut brown eyes. Usually wears good, comfortable, fashionable clothes like the rich girl she is. 

What you think your power is: Sometimes, when she's in the woods alone or by the pond, she can hear some voices around her. Once, she was holding a baby bird, and she swore she heard it say, "Hello!" to her. Many times when she's playing with her cat, she hears him 'talk', but afterwards, she always says she just imagined it. 

Live: Just moved to the mountanious region of Colorado from the busy bustling New York City, still not used to the quietness and calm. 

Other: Has a younger sister named Leigh who has white blond hair and blue eyes and a older brother named Aaron who has brown hair and blue eyes. 

submitted by Alexandra
(September 7, 2016 - 8:00 pm)

Awesome idea, Claaws!

Name: Charlotte Jennings

Age: 12

Personality: Used to the extravagant life of New York City, not stuck up but very rich. She's actually very kind and helpful once you get to know her, but she's been 

Appearance: Sleek brown hair down to about a third of the way down her back, and the ends kind of curl up. Chestnut brown eyes. Sometimes, she imagines she sees small ears poking out of her head, or her shoulder blades develop bumps on them. Usually wears good, comfortable, fashionable clothes like the rich girl she is. 

What you think your power is: Sometimes, when she's in the woods alone or by the pond, she can hear some voices around her. Once, she was holding a baby bird, and she swore she heard it say, "Hello!" to her. Many times when she's playing with her cat, she hears him 'talk', but afterwards, she always says she just imagined it. 

Live: Just moved to the mountanious region of Colorado from the busy bustling New York City, still not used to the quietness and calm. 

Other: Has a younger sister named Leigh who has white blond hair and blue eyes and a older brother named Aaron who has brown hair and blue eyes. 

submitted by Alexandra
(September 7, 2016 - 8:02 pm)

Wow I didn't think so many people would join! I came up with this when my brother and I were talking about what the futer will be like, like flying cars, jetpacks, chips in your brain that allow you to see your homework in your eyes, when I thought, what if our futer is going to be the exact opposit? What if we run out of meatles and fule before we can build a rocket big enough to take every one to mars? What if every millions of years there's an extra day somewhere? And thats how this RP was boren. 

Okay guys I'll start!

~Blizzard

I felt sick. All this time I wasn't boren on the 31st. I wasn't a day before special. I was special. If only I had known before now.

But what will happen now? Who will be there to tell me how to save the world? Are there others? 

And if so who are they?  

~✴~

To cool myself off I went to the market place. Shopping always cools me off, doesn't matter if its fir food or not. 

As I walked in, something intresting caught my eye. It was a small bearded man, with a sign that said, 'cant trust goverment'

I curiously shimmyed a little closer, and the man saw me. "Cant trust 'em." he saud in an accent. 

"Why not?" He looked at me with a weird look in his eyes. "How do I know I can trust you?" I said.

He smiled at this and whispered in a low voice. "No one looks quite like you. A day before special? I think not. You are special."

Then he grabbed my arm and showed me to a supply of knifes and daggers. "Your going to need some of these, and Ill be happy to teach you...."

Wow this guy was strange....

(sorry I will add more on later have to go) 

submitted by Claaws
(September 8, 2016 - 8:22 am)

save me s spot! Will post Charrie sheet later. 

submitted by DAisy
(September 8, 2016 - 8:59 am)

I'm going to write a bit, if its OK :)

~Flite

Your one of them flite 

 

Mum had spat out those words as if they were poison.

Like was poison.  

A venoum that would one day penetrate the barriers the world had set around me and destroy what had protected me from the start.  

I had run then, with tears leaking from eyes.  The wind tearing at my hair and clothing.  And dispair blurring my vision.  I ran till the buildings and paved streets dispersed into grasses, and marsh.  A single outcropping of trees every few miles.  (I have never been to Colorado so this may be very imaginative) the ruins of a space freighter lay nearly half absorbed into the earth, a small trickle of flowering vines ascending its steep metal slopes.   

It was my place, a destination of tranquility.  Where I went when my world was breaking apart.

I squirmed into the half buried doorway, entering into a dimly lit hallway flecked with plant growth. The floor felt cool against my shodden feet.  Now bloody from running through the brush.

~Ill finish da rest later!!!!! 

submitted by Windswift
(September 8, 2016 - 1:34 pm)

I'm going to write a bit, if its OK :)

~Flite

Your one of them flite 

 

Mum had spat out those words as if they were poison.

Like was poison.  

A venoum that would one day penetrate the barriers the world had set around me and destroy what had protected me from the start.  

I had run then, with tears leaking from eyes.  The wind tearing at my hair and clothing.  And dispair blurring my vision.  I ran till the buildings and paved streets dispersed into grasses, and marsh.  A single outcropping of trees every few miles.  (I have never been to Colorado so this may be very imaginative) the ruins of a space freighter lay nearly half absorbed into the earth, a small trickle of flowering vines ascending its steep metal slopes.   

It was my place, a destination of tranquility.  Where I went when my world was breaking apart.

I squirmed into the half buried doorway, entering into a dimly lit hallway flecked with plant growth. The floor felt cool against my shodden feet.  Now bloody from running through the brush.

~Ill finish da rest later!!!!! 

submitted by Windswift
(September 8, 2016 - 1:34 pm)

Can people still join?

 

submitted by Starbringer
(September 8, 2016 - 3:22 pm)

Oh, and she's going to have flecks of gold in her eyes.  

~Charlotte

"Charlotte, honey... come here," I look up to see my mother geseturing to me with wet eyes. What was wrong?

I walk over to her, confused, "Yes?"

"Charlotte, I never planned to tell you this, but now that the metals have run out... Charlottle, honey," She leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "You're one of them. You're a special. Born on July 22. I'm sorry, honey. Never tell anyone about it."

I stare at her, in shock, "But... what?"

"Charlotte, I'm so sorry," She wraps me in her arms and gently rocks me like a baby while I sob into her shoulder.

"You should have- told- me!" I rip myself away from her, staring at her with heartbroken eyes. She melts, and begins to softly weep, "I'll never let anyone know. No one, darling."

I turn and run into my room, curling up on me bed, Aggy, my cat, following me, "Finally. After all that waiting I can finally talk to you without you running away screaming you head off!" 

I stare at him, angry, "Aggy! I never screamed my head off! You disloyal little kitten!"

"I'm quite grown up, thank you very much..." He curled up beside me.

I glare at him, "Aggy, stop it!" But it's actually quite funny, and it's cheering me up.

But Leigh, like always, had to ruin it.

The six and a half year old child opened her mouth to speak, "Charlotte, I heard your converstation with Mother. You're a special." 

~~~

Dun dun dun!!! And what are they going to do after they meet each other? Who's the 'bad guy' here? What are they trying to do?  

submitted by Alexandra
(September 8, 2016 - 4:06 pm)

Name: Killian 

Age: 13

Apperance: Dark black hair, vivid yellow eyes, fair skin.

Personality: Very quiet, reserved, intelligent, but not a genius. 

What you think your power is: When I close my eyes, I can see whatever I want to on the globe. I could look at a fire hydrant in Spain if I wanted to.

Where you live: The suburbs.

Other: I never knew my father, for he dissappeared many years earlier.

submitted by Remus , Ravenclaw Tower
(September 8, 2016 - 4:19 pm)