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The Red Death
NarutardDate: Tu, 28.February.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 1
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A plague has struck the New World, taking thousands every week, every day...The governments, all humans have turned against the supernatural, blaming them for the deaths that are befalling the war, ignoring the fact that their people are dying too. Now, they are run from their homes, trying to find shelter from the Red Death themselves. How do you fight?

What is the Red Death? Good Question:
The fingernails turn blue then gray then black, followed by skin turning to a dead white. The eyes then become bloodshot and pupils fully dialated, leaving no iris visible. Red circles begin forming in random places and then sickness sweeps in. The mark of death is when the deepest red circle appears on your chest above your heart, you die within two days after that

Race Choices:
Human(derp)
Cherub(Humans with wings,granted minor 'abilities')
Vampire/Werewolf(herp-derp)
Shifter(like a werewolf but can change anytime)
More when I can actually think-Spetsnaz
CS:
Name:
Race:(a selection of available,no original races
Age that you appear:
Actual Age:
Appearance1:
Appearance2:
Ability:
Personality/Bio:


Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
NarutardDate: Th, 15.March.12, 10:32 PM | Message # 2
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(Cools! Ugh, forgot to post Race list...)

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NarutardDate: Th, 15.March.12, 11:00 PM | Message # 3
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(It's good, accepted)

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Creation100Date: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:09 AM | Message # 4
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[How about a fairy which fights the affects of the disease, though can't actually cure it. ^^]

She had a smile that could light up a room.
 
DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 4:49 PM | Message # 5
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(Why not...I'm probably out of practice...)
Name: Steve Terra.
Race: Shifter.
Age that you appear: 17.
Actual Age: (Not too sure...So...) 58. A bit young for a shifter.
Appearance1: (As a human, i guess.) He stands 6 feet, and is skinny, weighing in at 90 pounds. His skin is a pale white, he never got out much. It also burns easily. His eyes are green, and he has dirty brown hair, slightly shaggy. His normal attire consists of a pair of worn jeans, a purple shirt and a large, checkered orange jacket. His sneakers are in really old condition, dirty and thin, but he really doesn't seem to mind.
Appearance2: (As a wolf man, i take it.) His wolf form is rather smaller than most, but it can still send terror down someone's spine. His red fur is tinged with slight brown highlights, and his tail is slightly longer than the average wolf. His legs are more developed than his arms, giving him more power to jump, sprint and run. His eyes remain the characteristic green.
Ability: Aside from being able to change at will, he can run extremely fast, as a human and a wolf, for short periods of time.
Personality/Bio: Born into the "clan", a group of shifters, he slowly grew up among more powerful shifters, who towered over him. He learned how to hunt from his mother, who passed away when he reached 18 in shifter-years.
Steve is a tinkerer at heart. After his mother died he spent days and days studying manuscripts of war machines and weaponry. He even experimented with a longbow, much to the dismay of a passing elder, who suddenly found an arrow in the asphalt below him after a miscalculated shot. While the other shifters trained their body muscles, Steve built his way into respect.
Then came the Red Plague.
Steve suddenly found himself lost. After humans attacked some of their members, the Clan declared violence and vengeance. Steve wanted no part in that, he just wanted to not to the plague.
The clan moved out, leaving Steve behind. He is currently alone, roaming the now abandoned streets of London(Or wherever this takes place.)
Isolation is changing him. He discovered his ability to run after being chased by a mob of humans with torches and pitchforks. His mind is now a whirling storm of anger, mistrust and loneliness. He is also prone to arguing with himself.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 4:55 PM | Message # 6
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(Wow...)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:01 PM | Message # 7
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(Did i go overboard?)

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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:02 PM | Message # 8
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(No, it's good)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:04 PM | Message # 9
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(:D)

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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:07 PM | Message # 10
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(AND HEY BUDDY!!! I'VE MISSED YOU!)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:10 PM | Message # 11
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(I'm pretty sure i'm back to stay now. :D)

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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:20 PM | Message # 12
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(YAYYYY!!!!)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:21 PM | Message # 13
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(I know, i feel so good now. Although i am a bit rusty on this.
Should a few other people join?)


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:27 PM | Message # 14
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(Yeah, plus Spetz and I stil have to make CS')

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 5:32 PM | Message # 15
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(Ok. I'll wait.)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:11 PM | Message # 16
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(!
Actual wolves? I apologize for my ignorance.
As a Wolf, he had red fur with brown highlights. His teeth are slightly curved. However, he is weaker than most other wolves and is mainly adapted for running.)


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:14 PM | Message # 17
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(Curious, are there elves?)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:16 PM | Message # 18
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(Why not?)

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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:22 PM | Message # 19
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(Was that an answer to my question...?)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:23 PM | Message # 20
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(Yes...
There can be elves...Wait, didn't you make the RP?)


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:29 PM | Message # 21
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(explanation as in...?)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:30 PM | Message # 22
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(I'm taking it as:
You are asking us if there should be elves in the RP.
I agree.)


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:39 PM | Message # 23
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(like an elf? slightly stronger than humans with a high agility rate, possibility of magic but quite calm, pointy ears...)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:41 PM | Message # 24
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(The elves should be quite short.)

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:49 PM | Message # 25
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(K.)

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