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When Worlds Collide! (Remake)

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Shiney

Sometimes, we come back!
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    By popular demand (At gunpoint) I've decided to re-post my wonderfully successful RP, WWC. Anyone can sign up, but I can, and will boot anyone from the RP if I see reason too, for the sake of the RP as a whole.

    The premises is that all the worlds, anime, video games, books, and those never before seen or heard of are converging onto one world, and the people who have been harshly unseated from their home turf must figure out how to continue.

    You can be anything in this RP, and there is one rule I can't emphasize enough. Use common sense in everything! Rather than give a specific form, I'll just let you each come up with the best way to describe your own characters.

    One last note: I'm allowing sign ups, but the RP WILL NOT START YET. I will be starting the RP up when I'm back, most likely on the 8th or 9th, please don't spam this thread or nag for it to be started sooner.

    I'll go ahead and post my character early, but after some more people sign up.

    There, it's posted, now stop aiming those guns at me!
     
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    I wasn't aiming a gun at you, but I was thinking about getting my sword involved >>
    Edit: There, I figured it out, XD

    Name: David
    Gender: Male
    Age: 14
    Species: Wolf Demon
    Description: Red hair blue eyes, standing at 5'11. Though he looks more human then wolf, he is a full demon. His ears are pointed, and look almost sharp at the tip. He wears what looks like brown fur on some areas of his body, including his shoulders, wrists, on his feet, knees, and he wears a pair of shorts and a shirt that are brown.
    Personality: David can be very cocky, and loves to rush things. If someone is in danger, he won't hesitate to help. He can be very flirty at times, well, quite a bit of the time, and isn't shy.
    Other: David has a strong hate for cat demons, since he fell in one with one not to long ago, and she betrayed him, killing his parents and some of the rest of his pack. After this incident, he began to train under the all powerful Koga.
     
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    OOC: having a mod around helps too ^_^

    Name: Cirrus
    Age: unknown
    Species: Dragon
    Personality: Normally she's rather gentle, but if she feels that something needs to be done, she'll mow down anyone in her path to get to her goal.
    Appearence: She can illusion herself to be anything she wants after a while, but at the start she's about 30 feet long, and her scales are a pale coloring. The tip of her tail can actually dissapear into a cloud formation, for reasons she currently does not know. Her claws can peirce through almost any substance, though she tends to not fight.
    History: All she remembers is waking up on a cloud. That's it.
     
    Name: Yuma (woo I changed my name!)
    Age: ???
    Species: werewolf/vampire/witch XD tell me if that is too much
    Personality: she is deep and will say thing that are totally off topic her personality varies but she will become a bloodthirsty beast....
    Appearence: long dark brown hair pulledinto two ponytails (down to her ankles) I look like the mirror (like in card captors) very innocent mirror on her forehead and she always carrys one she has broken mirrors for wings.... her dress is black and red like every thing else on her.....
    History: was attacked by a werewolf when little then killed by a vampire she has been a witch all her life.
     
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    Name: Smaug
    Age: He's never told anyone
    Species: Dragon, but he's mastered illusions to the point where his species doesn't mean anything.
    Personality: N/A
    Looks: Whatever he feels like looking like at the time.
    Other: He's a talented mage, but even though he must be very old, he acts young, albeit he has a sense of humor that's likely to earn a remark similar to "You dirty old man!"
     
    Name: Kristen
    Race: Caracal Demon/Were Tigress
    Age: 113
    Appearance: She has long opalescent hair and has purple cat-like eyes. She is short standing at around 4' 10". She wears a white t-shirt with pink shorts and she has a pink gem in the center of her forehead.
    Other: She is well versed in transformation and crystal based attacks. She transforms in a were tiger every full moon as part of a curse placed on her by demon hunters when they could not defeat her.
     
    <OOC.Yay, you're almost back! Time for the happy pose!<OOC>

    Name: Draconis Sunsoar
    Age: 57
    Species: An interesting mix of wyvern and human
    Personality: Your basic archmage, stern, studious and devoted to the magical arts. Has a nasty temper that rivals even the mightiest of red dragons. He keeps it supressed most of the time, though.
    Looks: About nine feet tall, broad-shouldered and muscled. A pair of draconian wings sprout from his his back, along with a powerful tail covered in black scales. His skins starting to scale over too. As he ages, his wyvern blood appears to be taking over the human. Ice blue eyes with catlike pupils. Steel grey hair. Wears a set of deep red wizard's robes, with the requisite runic symbols and pockets containing spell ingredients and various wands. Also keeps a variety of magical trinkets of varying degrees of power. Carries a staff of black oak covered all the way over with various runes and scars from mage battles.
    Other: Talnted archmage, and one of Mystra's Chosen, those who keep magic alive due to the sheer power of her energie coursing throuh their bodies.
     
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    Name: Logan
    Age: 12
    Speces: boggart (3'rd Harry potter book)
    Gender: male
    Aperinc: He taks the from of a tragits worst fear. But he perfers the form of a talking bat.
    Personality: He is the only nice boggart who can talk. He will do any thing to protate his frends!
     
    am i too late?
    Name: Robin
    Age: 14
    Species: a dark magician with incredible powers
    Personality: seriuse, dark, can get frustraited easily, kind
    Looks: wears a dark red cloak, has bright red eyes and ambern hair, but you can't see it since she's always wering her cloak's hood over her head.
     
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    I hope you wouldn't mind me joining, the story looks great *looks around for a story*, and although some people say that the details make the RPG, this case proves it is not so, lol

    Name: Alrik
    Age: unknown
    Species: Barbarian
    Personality: Unpredictable, sometimes rude. He never says more than is needed. His expression remains unchanged even when facing a potential danger. Experienced warrior, he is mostly known for his patience and concentration. There are a few legends, though, that tell of his berserking rage, when nobody has been left alive. He rarely looses his temper, even if he does so, he would never consciously harm a friend. His motto is "A friend is known by his/her deeds, not by what he/she speaks."
    Appearance: Wears the legendary armor made of Kraken's shell, named the Leviathan. Part of it is made from adamantium, making it the mightiest armor ever created. His colossus blade, mythical by appearance, is said to emerge only to the ones, who are very close to dying or are slain by it's burning edge. For the ones who know the ancient runes, on the blade of the sword the following symbols could be read: "VexHelElEldZodEth". Translated half of the meaning is lost, but what remains are the words : "Breath of the Dying". He wears a winged helmet, characteristical for his tribe, with encrusted jewels. In his other hand, he has a shield, which is said to be indestructible. One could not take him for anything else than a warrior coming from the most fearsome nightmares.
    Other: Alrik constantly mutters the word "demons" in his unsteady sleep. It must be that the something has claimed part of his soul when Alrik set on his quest to battle the Prime Evil. Everybody could hear his typical Barbarian cry, which fills everyone with incredible powers, gives them courage and strength.

    More would be understood about Alrik in the course of the RPG.
     
    I've been invited to join, so I will.

    name: Nero Grant
    Age: unknown
    gender: male
    appearance: Wears solid black that hides most of his features.Anything more specific will only be figured out in due time.
    personality: his attitudes range from quiet and solemn to angry and emotional. a ROgue in every sense of the word and does only what he feels like.
    species: Won't say anythign specific, as that would put me in a mold. You'll figure out what I have in store for him as the story moves on.
     
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    i'm sry, i got mixed up XD *edits*
     
    OOC: All right, anyone can still join, but lets go ahead and start it up. Firstly, Though I've said so earlier, I have the right to boot anyone from this RP who does not have the skill to be able to keep pace with the others. this is for the sake of the roleplay, and not anything personal.

    IC: I awoke one morning in my mountain, resting upon my hoard, this morning seemed much like any other at that point. I chose a new form for today, a magnificent pewter scaled dragon, and began checking my spells that gave me news of anyone coming near my mountain... But they were gone, dissapeared without a trace! "Theives!!" I thought instantly, and shot towards the main exit at an amazing speed for a creature so large. I zoomed out of the main gate, ready to incinerate the burglars and the mage they brought to remove my spells, only to find a sight which made me stop dead in my tracks. I looked around, only to find the mountain range I lorded over was gone! All around me there was desert, but my mountain was right here, just the same. It was as though someone uprooted it from my mountain range, and placed it here in this desert!

    "How remarkable..." I remarked, stunned by this turn of events.
     
    I brushed my long opalescent hair out of my face. Where was I? It was a good question. I had been in the middle of a forest last night. I was now in the middle of a desert. That wasn't neccisarily a bad thing; my home had been in a desert. But it had been differet from this one. This one bore signs of life such as the many cacti and a few shrubs.

    I blinked my purple eyes. In the middle of the desert rested a mountian. 'Now how did such a land formation end up here?' I thought to myself. I walked towards the mountain which was still a couple hundred meters off.
     
    "Hmmm..." I said, noticing the 'girl' in the distance. she seemed to be more of a demon, and a cat demon of some sort. Perhaps I could get some information from her about this place, and possibly even get a new piece for my collection...

    I shook my head, getting my mind back to the matter at hand, and used a complete illusion to the point where I became a normal human, young looking, in his late teens, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I simply waited by the gate, as the demon-girl was walking towards my mountain, and would reach it soon.
     
    I awoke in my massive mages tower, bright sunlight streaming in through the small window. That wasn't right. Not in the slightest, the storm the region I was in had promised not to abate for days. Hauling myself out of the massive bed, I flapped my wings and was across the large room in a matter of seconds.. Looking out, I saw no sign of the forst I'd erected the tower in, indeed no forest anywhere. My tower was now perched atop a cliff in a massive, snow-covered mountain range. Cursing, I stalked to the bookshelf containing my most treasured texts (the rest were scattered among the many libraries throughout my tower) and pulled out one containg every known instance of dimensional shift known to wizardkind. I had just sat down in the leather armchair, poured myself a glass of wine and began reading when one of the warning glyhs that detected any significant magical energy unknown to me went off. Cursing again, I strode to the scrying mirror and keyed in to the location the glyph had picked up on. A desert vista opened before my eyes, broken only by a large mountain.
     
    I was flying around in the sun lite my mirror wings shined in the sun but I still looked like a black and red shadow that cast over this nice little day............
     
    I awoke to find myself standing in the middle of a large, expansive forest. Disoriented, I looked about myself to see no signs of civilization. no roads, no signs, no people. "That's odd." I muttered to myself. " I don't recall ever coming here." Shrugging it off, I turned and kept to the shadow of the trees. My long, black cape billowed behind me ominously and Ikep tthe hood down low to keep my face in shadow. Wherever I was, it was too peaceful for my tastes.
     
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