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GodofPH
December 18th, 2005, 04:00 PM
Several decades have passed since King Kong fell from the Empire State Building and met his death. It is now the 1970's, and the fiasco of the ape's rampage through New York has been forgotten. The filmmaker Carl Denham, the man who brought Kong to New York in the first place, perished in a car accident . Strange enough, he left no Will to decide the fate of his pocesseions. An Auction was held to sell of his old things, mostly old fimmalking equipment and various trinketts from his years of making movies. Antique collectors bought the majority of the items sold, but a mysterious man named Dr. Judas Who bought an old musty map of a place called "Skull Island." Dr. Who, for unknown reasons, rallys together a team of explorers and scientists to go investigate Skull Island to see what resides on the forgotten isle has in store.

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You are a member of the team hired by Dr. Judas Who to investigate the wildlife on Skull Island. For those who don't know, Skull Island is a tropical rainforest-esque island crawling with Dinosaurs, giant bugs, mutant bats, and psychotic natives. Your mission is to get a good catelogue of the wildlife, if you survive. Along the way, you'll slowly start to find out Who's intentions...

RULES
1) No Godmodding when fighting Skull Island monsters
2) No excessive swearing
3) RP Samples are absolutely required unless you are a special friend of mine
4) Basic PC Rules apply

Character Profiles need:

Name
Age
Gender
Appearence
Personality (optional)
History
Weapons (don't go overboard here...)
Field of Expertise
RP Sample

~\"Metal Sonic"/~
December 20th, 2005, 02:23 PM
Name: John "Waffle" McSplee
Age:21
Gender: Male
Appearence: A small boy with light brown hair and a green shirt that says "Animal cruelty is as bad as Carrottop's jokes"
Personality: A wacky boy with a twisted mind. Loves animals.
History: When John was a boy of 10, there was a fire when he and his parents were camping. His parents died, but a bunch of forests animals saved him. Ever since then, he's loved and trained animals.
Weapons: A trained addelession V-Rex named Gordan he recieved as a little boy from an unknown person. Gordan is also his noble steed.
Field of Expertise: Animal training (NOT capturing.)
RP Sample: What?

GodofPH
December 20th, 2005, 03:26 PM
Ummm, I demand a sample of your RPing skills before I accept you into this RP.

~\"Metal Sonic"/~
December 20th, 2005, 03:42 PM
Oh.
I am in the RPG "Lost: The other Crash" And I am in THIS one (http://www.trsrockin.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2347) as Grievous II.

GodofPH
December 20th, 2005, 03:46 PM
Oh.
I am in the RPG "Lost: The other Crash" And I am in THIS one (http://www.trsrockin.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2347) as Grievous II.

Post an excerpt here if you don't mind...

~\"Metal Sonic"/~
December 20th, 2005, 03:55 PM
Okay. I'm really retarded.
What's an Exerpt?

Super_Lawliet
December 20th, 2005, 04:00 PM
Name: Trinity ''Kat" Anderson
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearence: Trinity is 5'4, slender but not skinny, with long brown hair that she keeps in a braid. Her clothing consists of a black long-sleeved shirt, form fitting gray pants, and black hunting boots. The girls eyes are a dark eerie blue, almost like pools of death.
Personality: N/A
History: Trinity grew up in a normal family, with a brother and sister. At the age of twelve, her parents were murdered, leaving the three kids to fend for themselves. Trinity's sister went off to be an author of many famous books, her brother, an attorney. This left the now sixteen year old Trinity alone. She had always shared an interest in hunting, and helping people.Trinity became what she is today, a hunter and guide.
Weapons: A shotgun and hunting knife.
Field of Expertise: Actress/Hunter
RP Sample: Trinity slowly looked around from her perch inbetween the branches of a tall tree. Her dark blue eyes scanned the surroundings for anything that might come to be another trophy for her wall. What was that? She turned her head to the left, eyes straining. A large buck had stepped into the clearing. She smirked slightly and slowly reached for her shotgun, readying it for a kill. Cocking the gun, she held it near her face, aiming carefully. This will be easy....very easy...

Bang. The sound of the sotgun rang throughout the forest, and an unlucky deer slumped over, lifeless. Trinity grinned and set her faithful 'buddy' aside, jumping from the tree. She took a moment to look around before picking her way over to the deer. Kneeling beside the fell creature, she brought out a hunting knife, beginning the work that would seem like a disgrace for any woman to do.

Hope that's good...I had a hard time thinking about it heh.

~\"Metal Sonic"/~
December 20th, 2005, 04:19 PM
John stared down at the mangled dear.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Waffle screamed. "That was a poor helpless animal and you just killed it!" Gordon growled.

John tried to ignore the corpse and walk on. A raptor jumped out and lunged at Waffle...and was instantly eaten by Gordan.


"Sooo.... where exactly ARE we going?" John said.

GodofPH
December 20th, 2005, 04:23 PM
Wait a minute there. I haven't okayed your profile nor have I started this RP yet

GodofPH
December 20th, 2005, 05:56 PM
Name: Patrick "Pat" Henessy
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearence: Has green eyes, pale skin, medium length untended blackish brown hair and wears a black AC-DC "Back In Black" T-shirt. Ripped jeans, aviator sunglasses and a digital watch complete his attire. His face is shadowed by the grey ball-cap he always wears.
Personality: Hot-headed, cocky. He is quite intelligent though, and has a hidden sensitive, caring side.
History: Pat aspired to be a paleontologist as a child, but was forced into Military School by his over-bearing father. Here he learned combat training, but he mysteriously disappeared from the school on the morning of his 15th birthday. He had infact fled to Mexico, where he got caught up in the crime wars and drug scene, where he really learned how to fend for himself when bullets were flying. When he turned 18, he recieved an invitation from Dr. Judas Who to join the Skull Island expedition. Dreams of paleontology, long forgotten, came back unto him. Pat immediately accepted Who's invitation.
Weapons: Dual Sawnoff Shotguns, Dual Uzis, Metal Baseball Bat
Field of Expertise: Combat, Paleontology

DarkFenris
December 20th, 2005, 06:55 PM
Name: ken (I looked at a kendo site and it said ken means sword.i chose my name before I thought of my history. Strange, huh? XD)
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance: http://users.bigpond.net.au/acey/images/fanart/elizabethk_ash.jpg

Personality : cold, untrusting on the out side but inside feels others pain just by looking at them. He is caring but always keeps his guard up as it is a cruel world

History: I don’t have any friends and was an out cast at school. My parents were killed in a car crash. I have been given residence by a martial arts and kendo school and am the highest rank in each “art”. I have a job as a teacher there and manage the equipment.

Weapons : two metal kendo swords and two metal bo staffs. Only the very best at kendo are allowed these. The swords are blunt; they do not cut. Normal kendo swords are bamboo. Round. So turn that into metal and if you do not attack with the point, it would only bruise, and break bomes only if you hit hard enough.

Field of Expertise: martial arts/ combat.

Other: I am flexible, as some kicks are high. I am also tough. I have been hit many times with wood and bamboo swords and my body has adapted, making it tougher than normal people.

RP Sample
All of a sudden the young death eater, Nixon, turns around and controls Sirius using an unforgivable curse. Sirius turns into his monstrous dog form and advances on us waiting for us to run. Getting impatient the death eater orders Sirius to attack Ron, like he did last time though I have only heard stories like very one else. Remus throws Sirius off of Ron with a jinx and I grab him. I throw the object I had taken out of my bag over us. An invisibility cloak, one I had made all by my self, always the size I need it to be because of size altering charms. I grab Hermione’s arm tightly and Ron’s and I tell them to do the same. They obey reluctantly, staring at me with slightly fearful faces. “Hold on tightly.” I stare at Sirius and think about appearing in Hogsmeade village. My breath is taken away and a few seconds later we appear in Hogsmeade, still with the cloak on. I let of Hermione and Ron and ask Hermione again. “Hermione? Where are we going?”

GodofPH
December 21st, 2005, 06:50 PM
Your accepted Midnight Shadow

DarkFenris
December 22nd, 2005, 07:09 PM
so are you going to put the first post?

GodofPH
December 23rd, 2005, 12:41 PM
We don't have enough people yet

DarkFenris
December 26th, 2005, 01:38 PM
should we start soon?i dont think any more people will be joining...

GodofPH
December 27th, 2005, 11:51 AM
I've only accepted 2 people, and I daresay we'll need more than that

DarkFenris
December 27th, 2005, 02:33 PM
maybe you should advertis it then?

Agent9
December 27th, 2005, 02:43 PM
Merf, I don't like posting RP samples. So can I help advertise?

Grey Fox
December 27th, 2005, 05:05 PM
Name: Jackson Night
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Appearence: http://hometown.aol.com/tshoatsjr/images/morpheus%20reloaded.jpg
Personality: Quiet, says only what needs to be said, but watches out for his teamattes, even at the risk of his own life.
History: One of the best mercenaries in the world, skiled at hand to hand, melee, projectile and fire-arm combat, Jackson Night is, to no question, one of the worlds top ten warriors. He agreed to go to Skull Island for a smaller than usual price for an unknown reason...
Weapons: A Katana and a Desert Eagle.
Field of Expertise: Combat, specifically against humans, but is no stranger to changing his form to complement anything.
RP Sample: PH, buddy! You've RPed with me for about what, a year now? Is it required of me?

GodofPH
December 30th, 2005, 02:29 PM
Grey Fox: I'll only accept you if you ditch that ridiculous notion that Solid Snake can beat the Hulk. Just kidding, I know you'll never drop that silly argument. Your accepted old pal.

RentCavalier
December 30th, 2005, 02:33 PM
(Of due note, Batman could kill both the Hulk and Snake, so its a moot point.)

GodofPH
January 2nd, 2006, 11:53 AM
^Nuh-uh, millionares who dress like flying rodents have no chance against the Hulk.

Amy-chan
January 2nd, 2006, 07:56 PM
o_o; Um... I won't join your little superhero argument there, but it seems you guys have strayed from King Kong....

Name: Christine

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearence: Tall and slender, with long, waist-length brown hair and sad green eyes. Wears black clothing(often flowing black robes), a sky-blue necklace with a teardrop-shaped sapphire on it, and a detached expression.

Personality: She doesn't trust anyone. She tries to be tolerant of others, but that's about it. She talks only when it's necessary, and keeps to herself and her own thoughts. Deep down, she cares about people, but she tries to hide it behind a cold, hard shell. She loves animals to make up for her hatred towards everyone else.

History: She's had a terrible past, and hates to talk about it. She has been hurt and beaten countless times by countless people, the cause of her general despite for others. She's an outcast because of this very despite, and was picked on and teased because of it. In short, she's had a tough life, which you might discover more specific details about later.

Weapons (don't go overboard here...): She has a knife that she carries in her pocket, mostly for practical purposes but sometimes, when necessary, for battle. She also has a long, medieval-looking sword that she keeps in a hilt that she wears.

Field of Expertise: Animal training(like that other guy said for his char, NOT capture) and zoology, and combat/martial arts.

RP Sample: (Not one of my best; I found this fast, so bear with me.)
A girl stood on a nearby street corner, watching from there as a man entered Kong Studios. She was clothed entirely in black, aside from the fact that her black t-shirt had a white picture of a falcon on it. She flicked a bang out of her distant eyes so as to see him better, just as he disappeared into the room. Sighing, she slumped against the wall of the nearest building, her hands unconsciously fingering the teardrop-shaped gem around her neck. "Life is so dull," she murmured, staring at it.

GodofPH
January 3rd, 2006, 04:01 PM
righto, your accepted pika-mew

DarkFenris
January 6th, 2006, 07:43 PM
i think we should start soon befor this rp dies.

Amy-chan
January 6th, 2006, 07:47 PM
^Seconded, all the way. Where's GodofPH?

DarkFenris
January 7th, 2006, 12:33 AM
i dont know amy chan. *huggles* your the best pair in the world!

GodofPH
January 7th, 2006, 01:43 PM
fine, we can start. Someone make the first post.

DarkFenris
January 7th, 2006, 04:09 PM
its your roleplay, why dont you make the first post?

Amy-chan
January 7th, 2006, 04:47 PM
Yeah! O.o; Ah well. We shall wait to see what he says. *waits*

GodofPH
January 8th, 2006, 08:28 AM
OOC: Maybe I will, GOSH!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pat Henessy sat on his bed, flipping through the pages of his magazine. The ride on Dr. Who's airship had been relatively smooth, only a bit of turbulence that had cropped up lately. At first Pat had looked out the window when it started, but all he saw was thick fog.

A voice erupted from the speaker on the wall, "All Staff Report to main hangar. Air drop is coming up shortly."

Pat thought, Well, time to see whatever Judas wanted on that island.

Amy-chan
January 9th, 2006, 08:44 PM
Christine lay on her own bed in the airship, unconsciously thumbing through a black diary while occasionally pausing to gaze sideways out the fogged and misty window. Reaching a blank page at last, she grabbed her pencil and began writing. She let the words flow, from her mind, to the pencil, to the paper, writing anything and everything she felt and sensed. The words wrote themselves for her, naturally formed themselves into perfect descriptions. Within seconds the formerly blank page was filled with beautiful script.

Suddenly, Christine stopped. "All staff report to main hangar," called the voice of the nearest loudspeaker. "Air drop is coming up shortly." Slowly and reluctantly, she stashed the diary and pencil in her bedside drawer and walked out of the room, shutting the door carefully behind her.

DarkFenris
January 9th, 2006, 09:59 PM
I lay down on my bed in a daze, day dreaming about my past life.


A scruffy boy in rags is lying in the gutter out side a kendo/martial arts school. He lies there for five minutes and starts getting rained on. A few minutes later a group of children with sticks come along and start hitting him. Getting no reaction they start hitting him harder. An old man around the age of fifty comes out of the kendo school and starts yelling at the kids. They run off and the man grasps the boy under the armpits and drags him into the school, up the stairs, wincing at each bump, and heaves the boy onto a bed. The boy stays there for two days and the old man, seeing no improvement, starts tending to the boys wounds. When he is finished he strips the boy to his under pants and tends more wounds. Finished, the teacher puts fresh clothes on him and pours some water down the boy’s throat.
I jerk out of the day dream and listen to the end of a message. “-to main hanger” I sigh and stand up, stretch and leave my room. I walk down the hall and start day dreaming again.

An older, weathered boy stand at the front of the kendo school with a bamboo sword in his hands. He brings the sword down in one swoop and tells ten students in front of him to start practicing. He puts the sword down and instead of practicing the children all run at him and start beating him with their swords. One sword pierces his left arm deeply and he falls to the ground. Hearing the thump, the older teacher, now 60, comes down the stairs and sees what’s happening. He grabs a sword from the rack on the wall and throws it at the children. They run out of the school and each run their different ways to get home. The young boy, 16 years old, stands up with a grunt of pain and leans against the wall. He limps over to the stairs and five minutes later the teacher is tying a bandage to his arm.

I come out of the day dream and walk into a girl. I stumble back and bump into the wall, I wince as my scar has always hurt and never really healed, no matter what medicines I apply. I stare at the floor. “Sorry miss.” I stare at the floor and pray that she does not beat me too much.

Amy-chan
January 14th, 2006, 02:17 PM
OOC: This is dead. -.-;

IC: "It's alright," said the girl gently. "I forgive you." Smiling warmly, she asked, "What's your name?" Her face rapidly turned red from maintaining eye contact too long, and she timidly turned her gaze to the floor. She still didn't really know anyone here, even though she had been part of the staff for quite a while now.

DarkFenris
January 14th, 2006, 02:41 PM
ooc: lets try and revive it then, ok?

IC:
I sigh in relief and look up at her face only to see she is staring at the floor as well. “My name? My name is ken. What’s yours?” I stare at the floor and take a deep breath. “Would you like to be friends? I hope so I have never had a friend before. I’m an orphan. I don’t know who my parents were...” I stare at the floor and turn red from just bursting out and saying it. “I’m just wondering, do you have a pad or something I could use? I would like to have a diary. I have some child hood problems” I stop speaking and swallow. Fear deep inside of me rushes up and I gasp and back away from the person in front of me. I look down and realize my hands are shaking. I look again at the person I front of me absolutely terrified of her. I try to move but my legs seem to be stuck. “Sorry miss, I don’t know what came over me. I will leave you alone.”

Amy-chan
January 15th, 2006, 10:26 PM
"Don't, don't!" said Christine calmly, giving Ken a kind smile. "You don't have to do that. As a matter of fact, I like your company. Here, take this." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a black leather-bound diary, very similar to the one she had been writing in before, aside from the fact that it was blank. Handing it to the boy, she said, "You can keep it; I have my own," and continued down the corridor, stopping to look back over her shoulder at him halfway.

DarkFenris
January 15th, 2006, 10:48 PM
I take the diary with a shaking hand and I put the diary in my pocket. I walk back to my room and open the door but stop and close it again. I put the diary in my pocket and run to catch up with the kind girl. Coming along side the girl I look at her. “You forgot to answer my questions. Could you tell me your name and do you want to be friends? Also, would you like to walk with me to the main hanger? Thank you for the diary. I’m going to write in it the first chance I get. Do you want to get yours? We might not get off the island. We are going to Skull Island aren’t we?”

Amy-chan
January 15th, 2006, 11:06 PM
"Yes, we're going to Skull Island," said the girl. "My name's Christine. I would be happy to be your friend as I have no friends here yet. And yes, your company would be appreciated." Smiling again, she continued, "I probably should, in case we'll be getting off soon." Retracing her steps, she went back to the door of her room, opened it, retrieved the diary, and dashed back out to Ken, making sure to shut the door again.

"So, what's your job for Mr. Who?" asked Christine, walking down the hallway with the boy. "I'm an animal trainer, a zoologist, and one of the combat team." Pausing thoughtfully for a moment, she laughed. "Quite an odd combination, ne?" she said, sounding amused. Realizing suddenly that this was the most she had said to anyone in her whole life, she stared at her shoes again. "How I got here I don't like to think about," she said, turning quiet again.

DarkFenris
January 15th, 2006, 11:30 PM
The young boy stands in the hall and waits patiently for Christine to get back. “My job for Mr. Who is ….” I falter and gasp for air, unable to breathe or speak. I start breathing again and take deep breathes. “My job is to do with my past and I don’t like talking about my past. You can read my diary when I write in it ok?” I continue walking to the main hangar with Christine and I think about my past. I stumble on a bolt on the ground and I fall to my knees. “Help…I can’t breathe” I gasp for air but sucking up nothing I start becoming dizzy and I grope the walls. “help…”

Amy-chan
January 16th, 2006, 10:04 PM
"Just--just hang on," said Christine frantically, starting to panic. Rushing to the boy's side, she quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Are you okay?" she asked, feeling stupid a split second after. Of course he wasn't!!! "Wh-what happened?" She met the boy's eyes for a moment, then swiftly returned her gaze to the ceiling. Feeeling in her pocket for her diary, she pulled it out and started flipping through it, using it as a distraction to keep herself from having to maintain eye contact. As her eyes scanned the pages, they flooded with tears as horrible memories came back to haunt her. Unable to stand it anymore, she shut her eyes tightly, closing the book. Tears leaked onto its leather cover.

DarkFenris
January 16th, 2006, 10:18 PM
The boy falls down onto his stomach and feels something happen inside him. I take a breath and feel oxygen rush into my body and my blood. The dizziness disappears immediately and I stand up slowly, shaking. I look up and see Christine crying. I start shaking even more. “Are you ok? Why are you crying?” my vision blurs, half out of fear half out of a strange feeling I have never felt before, the feeling of caring for some one. I take the diary out of her hands and put it in my pocket, after wiping the splashes of tears off it. I step forward and hug Christine, scared that I have done something wrong. “I’m fine. That has happened before. It’s linked with my past. I have anxiety attacks.” I take a small packet of tissues out of my pocket and open it I take a tissue and dab Christine’s eyes and cheeks, the tissue absorbing the tears.