:Khaled voice: "another one".
Anyway, this concept requires some explaining.
We've all seen pictures that inspire a sort of longing wonder. I post them from time to time,
you know the type. They make you wonder about stories untold, stories about yawning chasms and dizzying cities, cold nights under bright stars and hot days adrift at sea, stories that star drifters, priests, maids, schoolgirls, wizards, and other magical people. Stories that unspool over the course of weeks, months, years, or centuries.
Out There! aims to tell one of those stories, one small piece at a time. The main characters of Out There! are....well, anybody! When you sign up, all that is required is a short description of your character, and a description of where you imagine them living. The RP's eventual setting will be a combination of all of these, and these characters will interact. Any stories that form will do so of their own accord, there won't be any 'guiding hand' to the narrative, and as such I think that will give the RP a rare endurance. Any major changes will be proposed in a discussion thread and voted on by committee.
I'm open to changing up the format a bit (I thought about trying to use some kind of rules system myself but I couldn't really think of any that were applicable. This ain't no d20 game I'll tell you that), but I think the core idea is solid.
What say you, Heap?
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Aina Ashlind
Age: 19
Gender: Trans girl
Occuptaion: college dropout
Hobbies: The occult, especially as pertaining to spirits of the dead
When she was a little boy, Aina found herself lost in a world that she wasn't meant to find for a long time. Lost in the land of the dead, she had to use her wits to find her way home. Ever since, she's seen the world from both sides. Giving up on a boring but doubtlessly lucrative career in law, she decided to pursue a life as an occult investigator, with the help of the spirits that make their home near the old shrine she squats in.
Personality: Aina is wary of new people until she feels secure around them, allowing her to open up. Around such unfamiliar people, she's very reserved and cold, but around her closest friends, she's honest, loyal, and quick to laugh. This guarded persona of hers allows her to keep from being possessed by spirits unwillingly, while her love of her close friends allows her to channel familiar spirits readily. Not that it's often this talent of hers becomes necessary.
Likes: Hot food, the forest, the internet, freedom
Dislikes: Being judged, losing things, chocolate, cold weather
Appearance: Aina 's long legs give her slightly above average height for a young woman, with brown skin and long, thick black hair. She dresses for hot weather, preferring shorts to long pants, and wears a hunter's green leather jacket over graphic tank tops.
Belongings: She keeps her cell phone on hand at all times, along with a roll of custom-printed duct tape for quick-use sealing talismans. Her phone has a cloudy emerald carved in the shape of a ring attached to it by red cord. This is an artifact of her time in the land of the dead, and serves no special purpose outside of its borders.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
same
I have a couple characters worked out in my head who might work but I feel like I should go with one that's fairly natural for me and then develop them as things go on.
i'm sorry about this, i couldn't find a picture that inspires me to RP, and also i'm ultra busy today
so like, i'll try to put something up here in the next few hours, if i don't you can just start without me, it's fine
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead