Xhaiden
Cosplayer of Doom
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- Seen May 14, 2008
Well, here I go with my first rp of the year on this site ^^ Let's hope I don't suck too bad lol!
Information before we begin...
* This is a very violent rp, in other words: Yes things will die and yes there will be blood.
The Earth has become a cold, gray, place since that day. That day when they came. I don't remember much about life before then, but then again, maybe there wasn't life. Now the sun never shines between the thick gray clouds that smother the earth. Cities that were once wonderful and great are nothing but graveyards, humans hiding deep within the ruins for protection. Mother says that once we lived on the surface in beautiful buildings of glass and steel, with blue skies and the sun shining it's warmth upon us. I don't think I can imagine such a thing.
Perhaps things would still be like it was in those days...if THEY hadn't came. They are not human, nor pokemon for that matter. In fact none of us are entirely sure what they are and where they came from. They are called Divinii, a superior race to humans. Or so I am told. With thier large bodies and colorless skin they look more like ghosts then anything alive. Very little about them looks anything like a human, but that goes without saying I suppose. They kill, and capture humans. I would honestly take death over captivity. Being a slave to one of those THINGS seems a fate worse then any death.
Pokemon, once plentiful are now few in number, like us humans. The legandary ones that the elderly speak of have long since vanished. I do not know how long until we humans vanish...
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Form:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Past: (Optional)
Pokemon: ( One only please.)
Weapon:
Other:
** I would prefer that there are no anthros in this please ^^ thankyou.**
** Max of two characters for now**
Mine[/i]
Name: Terris
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: A tall male with a decent build. He is dark skinned with unique red hair that spikes out randomly about his face. Terris sports worn out jeans and a knitted gray sweater that hangs off of his body as well as a thick leather jacket and well traveled boots. Most of his attire is mix matched due to lack of clothing. All along his body are scars from the many battles he had survived in his young life. His eyes are white, lined with black, a defect from when he was born.
Personality: Distrusting, calculating, and often quick to anger, Terris is hardly the epidemy of the perfect human. He is very rough around the edges, and will not hesitate to kill if need be. But, he does have a soft side that rarely seeps through his dangerous front.
Past: To be reveiled later
Pokemon: War, a large black maned Arcanine with a personality to match his master's.
Weapon: He is normally carrying at least ten throwing knives as well as a large katana.
Information before we begin...
* This is a very violent rp, in other words: Yes things will die and yes there will be blood.
The Earth has become a cold, gray, place since that day. That day when they came. I don't remember much about life before then, but then again, maybe there wasn't life. Now the sun never shines between the thick gray clouds that smother the earth. Cities that were once wonderful and great are nothing but graveyards, humans hiding deep within the ruins for protection. Mother says that once we lived on the surface in beautiful buildings of glass and steel, with blue skies and the sun shining it's warmth upon us. I don't think I can imagine such a thing.
Perhaps things would still be like it was in those days...if THEY hadn't came. They are not human, nor pokemon for that matter. In fact none of us are entirely sure what they are and where they came from. They are called Divinii, a superior race to humans. Or so I am told. With thier large bodies and colorless skin they look more like ghosts then anything alive. Very little about them looks anything like a human, but that goes without saying I suppose. They kill, and capture humans. I would honestly take death over captivity. Being a slave to one of those THINGS seems a fate worse then any death.
Pokemon, once plentiful are now few in number, like us humans. The legandary ones that the elderly speak of have long since vanished. I do not know how long until we humans vanish...
____
Form:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Past: (Optional)
Pokemon: ( One only please.)
Weapon:
Other:
** I would prefer that there are no anthros in this please ^^ thankyou.**
** Max of two characters for now**
Mine[/i]
Name: Terris
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: A tall male with a decent build. He is dark skinned with unique red hair that spikes out randomly about his face. Terris sports worn out jeans and a knitted gray sweater that hangs off of his body as well as a thick leather jacket and well traveled boots. Most of his attire is mix matched due to lack of clothing. All along his body are scars from the many battles he had survived in his young life. His eyes are white, lined with black, a defect from when he was born.
Personality: Distrusting, calculating, and often quick to anger, Terris is hardly the epidemy of the perfect human. He is very rough around the edges, and will not hesitate to kill if need be. But, he does have a soft side that rarely seeps through his dangerous front.
Past: To be reveiled later
Pokemon: War, a large black maned Arcanine with a personality to match his master's.
Weapon: He is normally carrying at least ten throwing knives as well as a large katana.