The year is 2018 and through a tremendous accident, the world of magic was unveiled for the human race. Governments all around the world out of fear of their power, created separate housing and special schools that they are shipped to right after their 18th birthday to learn how to control their powers completely. It doesn't help that there is a small group of worldwide rebels who fight for freedom for all of the arcane. There is also a group of mages loyal to the governments and run the school and the towns thus granting them special privileges. The School is a enormous complex almost large enough to be called a city, it teaches every arcane novice from every part of the world. You are a child with the arcane gift and today is going to be your first day at your new home for the next few years....
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If you wish to be a teacher, ask and I may approve.. You can have two characters if you can handle it
My two: Name: Headmaster Vladimir Stokonov Male Bio: Vladimir was taught magic from his mother in the bustling city of Moscow where his family kept low. He spent many years in the military and almost made it to general when the incident happened. Seeing his loyalty to his country and willingness to follow orders. He was a prime candidate for headmaster. Description: He has black hair with several streaks of gray. Despite his age he is in good shape and stands at a hefty 6' 3" With brown eyes. A large scar goes from his right cheek down his neck. He is kind despite his rough exterior but strict like his military training. His students wear uniforms that reflect his military background. Age:52 Country: Russia
Name: Desmond Smythe Male Bio: Desmond was born in the lower parts of his neighborhood and had ro fend fornhimself after his parents mysteriously died. He knew one day he would have to leave for the academy like all th others had to. He had a bad feeling about the entire idea. He worked where he could until his 18th birthday when soldiers came to his door and without warning, took him away. Description: He is a loner by choice. He has arcane potenial as he parents told him once. He stands 6' 2" with blue eyes and has a muscular build from his physical training. He is a free and often rebellious spirit. Country: Britain
It can start as soon as the first person joins up and there are no late submissions
(Looking through the pages of Forum Games it looks as though the RP has died or becoming a near extinct thing. I know I will still post RP's against the endless tide of RPGs.)
I'll join your RP, but I must warn you that I don't know much about RPs considering I've never really played in one.
Name: Dancin' Rick Daniels Male Bio: Even though he was born long after the disco era ended, Rick has always had an unhealthy obsession with disco culture. This is most likely attributed to his unique ability to magically make an infectious beat play out of nowhere. This useless piece of magic is so far the only power Rick has discovered in himself, but the academy may be just what Rick needs to discover his full potential. Description: Rick is as outgoing as they come, but he's not popular in any crowd even though he thinks he's the man. He's 6 feet tall with a dyed black afro, even though his skin is naturally about as white as it gets (he has a fake tan all over his body). People see him nothing more than an anachronistic joke and nobody has ever taken him seriously. Age: 33 (he was homeschooled by his parents through high school, which he ended up dropping out of, and he had to repeat just about every year at least once because of his severe learning disability and lack of interest). Country: United States
Vladimir was sitting at his desk in his office going through new enlisted sutdents that would soon arrive to his academy. He was reading the last entries on the paper "...Desmond Smythe, England...Dancin Rick Daniels?, United States." He thought he had read that wrong at first "A little old for a student, I may have to keep eyes on this one." He thought. It was the end of the weekend and the new students would be arriving for orientation.
Desmond Smythe sat in a wooden chair in his family's home with a few younger friends but mostly family. His parents tried to make him enjoy his 18th birthday but he knew the next day he would be shipped off to the harshest school in history, the one for 'gifted' people like his family. He wanted to leave the sealed town in which all people with magic are forced to live.
Okay I'll join. The thing with me and RPs, though, is I eventually fall out of them....if I don't appear for a while, you have permission to kill my character. Ooh, I just thought of the perfect character >w< If you get the reference then hugs for you. Anyway.
Name: Alice Kirkland Gender: Female Bio: Alice has always seen the world of magic, even before it was unveiled. She'd seen a few denizens; a flying mint-colored bunny, a unicorn, what appeared to be Captain Hook. She's enjoyed rubbing the fact that the magcial world DOES exsist in Alfred's [her younger brother] face. Alice can't cook anything edible for her life, but her magical skill is very strong. She excells at summoning things. Once, she accidentally summoned her terrifying neighbor, Ivan, and his head got stuck in the floor. Description: She's medium height, with two long blond pigtails and she always wears a green dress. She has green eyes, but her most distinguishing feature are her eyebrows, which are perfectly straight stacks of five lines each. If you mention the eyebrows, she'll murder you. Age: 17 Country: Britain
Character Info Name: Tarlac Anderson Male Bio:Tarlac was born into a family of five other children, 3 half-sisters on his mother's (Katarina Anderson) side, and 2 half-sisters on his father's (Charon Dale) side. When he was 14 his father attempted to murder him with a katana. Tarlac was so consumed with fear, that something just took over him. An electrical forcefield developed around him, and electricuted his father. His mother rushed to his side, and Tarlac said some thug had struck him with a tazer. He has never told the true story to anyone. Description: Tall, Long Brown Hair, Pale Skin, Always Wears Jeans and a T-shirt. Age:19 Country: Canada
(Yes, four is good) (To StormWalker) You hear the knocking on your front door, the sound that marks the beginning of your new life. A voice calls out from the outside "Open Up! It is time." He says in a stern voice commonly used by the Academy Guards.
(To Bic) You can hear the screech of tires out on the street, you won't have much more time. You will be escorted like a prisoner to your new home where your three brother have already been training. There is the sound of footsteps, they are right outside your door..
(To S_Man) The loud hum of a engine roars from the street, the sound of doors opening and closing clear. You can hear their heavy footsteps up to your door just as they call out while knocking "Tarlac Anderson, Come out within five minutes or we come in after you." The man's voice boom
(Myself) I celebrate my last few hours of freedom in the happiness of my family. I will surely miss them dearly, especially my younger sister but not for long as she will be joining me next year. I was in a middle of a joke when the dreadful knock sounded from my door and that voice rang out "Desmond Smythe, Be out in five or else we will use force."
(I meant to type Bik, my bad and that's fine if you want to do that) The men look at you in a black uniform with gold stripes down the sides. They don't look at all pleasant as they say to you "Get into the bus and no magic." The man on the right says, a heavy german accent flowing with his words. On the street is a parked dark blue bus that looks more like a tank. There is two coils that are on the top that emit a magic-dampening field.
(Myself) I gather what things I could and rush out the door and the guards escort me to the bus. For a moment I think of escape but that won't do me any good. I see several other children being loaded as well. My mind races to think of any way of getting out of this but there is none. I simply walk onto the bus and take a seat in the very back by myself.
Character Info Name: Tarlac Anderson Male Bio:Tarlac was born into a family of five other children, 3 half-sisters on his mother's (Katarina Anderson) side, and 2 half-sisters on his father's (Charon Dale) side. When he was 14 his father attempted to murder him with a katana. Tarlac was so consumed with fear, that something just took over him. An electrical forcefield developed around him, and electricuted his father. His mother rushed to his side, and Tarlac said some thug had struck him with a tazer. He has never told the true story to anyone. Description: Tall, Long Brown Hair, Pale Skin, Always Wears Jeans and a T-shirt. Age:19 Country: Canada
I don't really want to repost my entire description sheet each time, so I'll just put the character's name. Also, I'm not British, so no slang for you :P
Alice Kirkland: I roll my eyes and tell Mint Bunny to wait to be fed later, and stride to the door, picking up my bag of belongings on the way. I'm not going to let some weirdo who can't even see Mint Bunny intimidate me. And besides, if all else fails, I can always summon Ivan through the floor.
(To S_Man) Three towering men look at you as you open the door "It's time, get your things and get on the bus immediately." He warns. These are obviously men from the Academy. They are known to be violent and have a aresnal of anti-magic weapons.
(To Bic) They take you to th bus where several others are already sitting. The doors opens for you, Nexus Academy painted in Bold letters along the side of the bus. The place where everyone goes to be trained in the arcane arts.
Dancin' Rick Daniels (sitting alone with the one vacant seat on the entire bus next to him): "Man, I hate buses. They're so bogue." Rick would have at that point ignited a beat, but because he had failed his driver's test 17 times already, he had been on enough buses to know that infectious beats and public transportation did not mix well, and he could not afford to get kicked off yet another bus, so he just sat in his seat quietly, mumbling softly to himself in gibberish.
