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Thread: Dragon Rider: OOC

Here we will go over ideas, askanswer questions that any and all who are involved in this RP has. Lets start! Question away! In terms of business first item is the Title.... Dragon Rider just seems so blah.. can anyone think of any other title?
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Under the Auspice of the Dragon?
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XD I like that... anything more? whether its Nihilistic or someone else I like options
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Is there a preferred form for anyone in terms of Character Profiles? Here is my preference for this RP, we can add or subtract as needed. Name Age Race Hair Eyes Skin Height Weight Marital Status Occupation Dragon Dragon's Color Distinguishing Features History Pictures are optional, I prefer description personally.
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That character sheet seems fine by me. I was thinking as far as the King's motivation for wanting to kill all the dragonsriders goes is perhaps he was born with the mark, but without a dragon. Instead his mark gives him the ability to absorb the essence of dragonsriders, augmenting and adding to his own power, with the end result being immortality and perhaps divinity. I'm not really sure how that power would manifest itself, beyond maybe particularly powerful sorcery, unnatural physical strength, gradually changing physical appearance etc. etc. If he were older, then perhaps my character is his son or some such, explaining why he would serve a King hellbent on dragon annihilation in the first place. Like his father, his own mark may be unique. For example, maybe he has two, reflecting the fact that his dragon has twin heads. What do you think?
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I kind of like that idea Phunkenstein. I would think that the best way to do that would be that whatever changed his mark made him need to absorb or feed on dragons and others with the mark, in order to sustain his power and life force. So the more he absorbs the more powerful, and the longer he can sustain himself. Maybe as he absorbs more and more his mark twists and increases to where it starts covering his body or something like that. Just throwing a few ideas out there. As for the character sheet that seems fantastic! I do have a question. My knowledge of dragons is limited to a few sources i.e Dungeons and Dragons, The Elder Scrolls Skyrim, and The Hobbit and a few other sources. With that in mind, what were the thoughts that people had about dragons and their colors? Was it purely a cosmetic thing or was it more inherent in determining their nature?
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Perhaps the old evil king was born and partnered with a dragon that died but he didn't die and after years of battling survivors guilt was twisted into the current monster that he is?
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Nihilistic, that already happens in Eragon, I'd think it would become too much like ti.
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That would work too. I wonder if there isn't a way to combine the two ideas together? For example when his dragon died, he absorbed the remainder of its life force into his own body and then that knowledge that he could do that made him strive for godhood or something like that.
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Never read the books so I didn't know that.
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I would like to join in on this...
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I think those are all pretty solid ideas. I'm not too worried about anything seeming too much like Eragon, mainly because we're gonna make it way more badass. So, just to sum it all up for the King. He was born with the Mark but lost his dragon. He could have lost it in battle or something similar, or since he's supposed to be an evil sum'bitch we could say he learned how to use his mark to consume the power of his own dragon. It could be that spellritual that first warped his mark to allow him to do so to others. As a repercussion however he will die if he does not continue to absorb the souls. So while each makes him more powerful, and perhaps brings him closer to lifting his curse and ascending into godhood, the longer he goes without souls the deeper his power may wane, until he eventually withers and dies. Basically, his mark and nature as a dragon rider have become vampiric. I also like the idea of the mark spreading out to cover his body, perhaps gradually giving him a more demonic appearance.
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I kind of like the fact that he consumed his own dragon. Like he's willing to go to any length to obtain power. All of that sounds fantastic so far. Any thoughts on magic or the like? I would imagine for the purposes of the RP we would want to limit magic as much as possible, but should we still have it? And if so what were people thinking about how its used?
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O.O wow. ya'll have been busy! lol. I like all of the above ideas, what I had in mind in terms of Marks though is that it is unique in every single rider. My character for instance, her mark will look like a tattoo that covers her entire back. Others could be something similar, a scale or two upon their body, dragon eyes instead of human, so on and so forth. In terms of the old king who shall henceforth be referred to as Conor until someone can come up with a better name for him , I like the idea that whatever his mark his, will grow as he consumes more and more of the life force of Dragons and their Riders. It looks as though I've more than enough people for this RP, I'll make up a Profile thread, and a IC thread, order of posting will depend upon the order of the profiles. I'll PM everyone the link. NihilisticImpact said Perhaps the old evil king was born and partnered with a dragon that died but he didn't die and after years of battling survivors guilt was twisted into the current monster that he is? Click to expand... -points up- Sorry hon, this is a bit too much like Eragon and since I want this RP to be quite different from it, we'll be going with the idea that he never had a Dragon, though he was born with the mark.
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-points up- Sorry hon, this is a bit too much like Eragon and since I want this RP to be quite different from it, we'll be going with the idea that he never had a Dragon, though he was born with the mark. Click to expand... Ah, so no killing his own dragon? as opposed to losing it by accident? Anyways, Redking also brought up the coloring of dragons and if they determined their heirarchypower. I don't know how you all feel, but personally I always felt that was kind of lame. This way, our dragons can appear how we want them to. Thoughts? I was going to go ahead with the idea that my character is the son of Connor that name works for me, however I'm not quite sure if I want Valerik my character to start off as openly against the other riders or masquerading as their ally. Probably that latter, since so far it looks like I'm the only villain and this way I'll be able to interact with the other characters off the bat. And it'll be a slap in the face when he shows his true colors. I was going to say that Connor's history is largely unknown and that he took the surname Dragonsbane when he stole his throne. Thus, no one save perhaps a rare few know of his son, Valerik Einmendes. Probably won't have my profile up until tonight, busy day today.
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Dragons will appear how we want them, in color, shape and size. Phunkenstein We'll see how that works out, but I do like the idea of not many, with the exception of a few, know that he has a son, this way, you would be able to interact easily with everyone else's characters. With this in mind, everyone else We are not to play off that there are suspicions, unless Phunkenstein purposely makes our characters suspicious of him, and none of our characters know of the existence of Conor's son. I probably shouldn't have had to say it, but I've found in the past, that regardless of the RP, when you bring a group together, you often risk becoming involved with folks who like to play Know-it-all characters, I really don't want that to be the case please. Thanks! And I sincerely hope I didn't offend anyone.
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Indeed. If we would have gone with only enemy dragons, maybe. And will they, next to having longer lives, and an awesome mount, have other extra's?
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Magic. There are limits however. The usual kind. It'll be much like using physical muscles, after a bit, especially with using muscles that aren't used to exertion, you will become fatigue. Same with magic, the greater amount used, therefore greater amount of energy used, the more fatigued you and your Dragon become and the longer you will recuperate. The more experienced the Dragon and Rider are, the more they can do in terms of magic. I'll steal a page from Eragon too, as I rather liked the limitations he put in for the series. If you do not use the energy that comes from yourself or that you have stored in gems as they are most common wherever you go, then it has to come from somewhere, life around you. Armies of ants could die, smaller animals, plant life, so on and so forth, I'm sure you get the picture that the more energy is required for whatever magic, the more you risk lives to being taken.
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Alright, so I'm finally forced into making a character. Let's see... -muses-
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Well geez... don't sound so enthusiastic about it lol
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Heh, well I have an idea. Thinking of doing a character who instead of fighting to survive is fighting to conquer. So jaded and sick of the petty affairs of the lower creatures he wants to bring them under the power of the dragon.
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o.o basically be the good guy version of Conor? Speaking of Conor. We can't kill him unless we have another bad guy to face.. and I'm just wondering if anyone can be sick, twisted, sadistic and narcissistic? more than welcome to play Conor if you can.
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Good version? No, the smarter one, yes. -invents Naptha-
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lmao, so another villain then? good because we need them
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I would be completely up for playing a villain I can even make one of my existing ones one, or Conor.
Thread: The Girl Who Lived (cevl and Occlumency)

Miss R. Potter The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey There had to be some mistake. It couldnt possibly be a letter for her. But here it was, large as life, a thick yellowish envelope with the spidery writing in bright green ink. Rose turned the envelope over in her hands, feeling the smooth paper crinkle beneath her fingertips. She padded back into the kitchen, handing her uncle a bill and a postcard and sat down, easing her index finger under the red wax seal rather than breaking the rather splendid symbol stamped into it. Dad! Roses got something! came a loud, bullying voice and the sheet of vellum that Rose had just eased out of the envelope was snatched from her hand by her horrid cousin Dudley. The fat blonde boy was surprisingly quick as he thundered over to his father and grinned nastily at Rose. Thats mine! said Rose, following Dudley and attempting to take back the letter but Uncle Vernon moved with the same prissy speed and took the letter from his son. Who on earth would be writing to you? he sneered at Rose and unfolded the thick creamy paper. His eyes scanned the ink, slowly widening until Rose was certain theyd just fall out of his head like marbles and roll across the floor. PETUNIA! he shouted, and a tall, thin woman with a pinched and sour expression appeared, and Vernon handed her the letter. Oh my goodness! Petunia said as she read the first line, and turned an accusatory, goggling look on Rose which made the girl shrink back against the wall. I want to read the letter, announced Dudley. I want to read it, as its mine anyway, said Rose. GET OUT! shouted Vernon, and swept the two children out of the room, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Rose pressed her ear against the door, but Dudley shoved her out of the way and polished the keyhole with his ear instead. He neednt have bothered, Rose could hear her aunt and uncle even through the door. Look at the address Vernon, said Petunia, They must be watching the house. They know where she sleeps! Watching, spying, maybe following us, said Vernon. What shall we do? Well do nothing, we dont want anything to do with those people. Well just ignore it. But Vernon- Were not having one of those freaks in this house! Didnt I say I wouldnt have any your sisters nonsense here when we took her daughter in? Rose frowned and wanted to continue listening but Dudley got bored and chased her into the garden, carrying a stick he used to occasionally thwack her with when he caught up with her. After breakfast Rose asked for her letter but Uncle Vernon told her hed burnt it and she wasnt to ask about the contents unless she wanted to go without supper that night. Rose had gone outside again and kicked an old tin can down the road in frustration, earning herself an evil look from the old woman who lived next door. She entertained herself with the image of Dudley falling into the snake pen a few weeks earlier and reminded herself that she snake had talked to her, actually talked. But apart from that she was convinced nothing exciting would ever happen to her.
Thread: Domming, Futas, Guns, and MILFs

I'll do an Assassin's RP with you .
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Either the super hero or the military rp sounds good to me. I will pm you
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Do you have any particular ideas for MW3 or MW2?
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I'll do a Futa x Futa pair with you
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And so the bumping begins.
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I think I've PM'ed you and we talked for a bit, I haven't gotten a response from you.
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B u m p .
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I sent you a PM and here is also a free bump
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An RP in the Alpha Protocol universe might be interesting.
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Here's another bump.
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I am still up for the rp if you are.
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Are we still doing our Saint's Row 2 roleplay?
Thread: Furious Angels (HowAbout & Pygalgic)

It was hovering above the city. People were on the ground, transfixed, staring at this androgynous golden being with its wings and its whale deep voice. Thin, attenuated fingers splayed open as it babbled in some primordial alien tongue, humming and trumpeting. The angel's four wings of fire were splayed open, burning with a nearly blinding radiance. Empty eye sockets bled above its melted wax nose, its thin mouth working. A horde of locusts erupted from its wings with all the fury of an old testament plague, flying into a great figure eight holding pattern above the mad angel. They sounded like a fleet of Mac trucks growling before the gesticulating angel finally stopped and pointed down to the mass of people. A few of them were smart enough to run. At the time Remmy was standing across the street from the woman he had been following for long decades. After all the bodies he had walked over--some skeletal remains and others quickly cooling--he noted with an abstract coolness that she no longer mattered. Chances were, she would not matter for a long time. Problem one there was a divine incursion in the public eye. That was anathema. That was the big rule in the Cold War that had developed after the Fall. It was supposed to be kept out of the eyes of most of the mortals. That had made things a little more subtle in the last fifty or so years, but only a little. Problem two Remmy could understand what the angel was saying. It was madly babbling nonsense about wiping the slate clean from the Lord's most profound mistake . From the way it sounded, the fallen angel got the profound impression this meant life itself. Which was bad on a variety of levels. Problem three the locusts had just moved into a broad wave of fire and descended, crackling, upon the stunned watchers. It was then Remmy snapped into action. He shrugged out of his bridge coat and dropped it to the ground with a wince. The angel had won it off a Naval lieutenant in WWII. There were few others like it. It had managed to survive since 1945 and the things were just coming into fashion with pea coats and all. With a wince he moved his hand and willed his Sword of Fire into hand, the accessory no angel could go with out. At that he jumped off the ground, his two wings of light unfurling from nowhere and flew at the mad angel, completely ignoring the demonness he had spent so long tracking.
Thread: Furious Angels (HowAbout & Pygalgic)

She had gone by many different names, taken on different human female forms, usually choosing the one that would please her human prey the most. But her favorite choice was the sweet innocent girl next door look. That was what she'd chosen that night. Long chestnut brown hair pulled up into a bun, dark brown eyes that sparkled with amusement. Dressed in her 'sunday' best, she oozed charm and forbidden sex appeal, even in the g-rated clothing she was currently wearing. It wasn't evil that caused her to cause so much trouble, it was half jealousy and half boredom. She was jealous of the humans that God had given one chance over another at redemption, and deep down -though she'd never admit it, she was hurt that the light or god wouldn't embrace her in the same way. Now add thousands of years of boredom and of course she's going to cause a little trouble.. Her prey that night was a married businessman, but the insane angel distracted her and she let the lucky human male literally slip right through her fingers. She wasn't at all surprised when the 'goodie-goodie' fallen angel that she'd often fought, chose to come out of hiding to fight the insane angel intent on ending human life. End human life? Imagine how boring the centuries would be if there were no humans to toy with and take out her jealousy on? Some of the humans that hadn't run away, were in too much shock to move and were in danger of being killed. Normally Aura didn't care Aura was the name she preffers, but that insane babbling angel had seriously pissed her off. If it wanted those humans dead, then she would just have to ruin it's plans and save them. Or attempt to, this was no ordinary angel. So while the fallen angel was confronting the mad angel with his sword of fire in hand, Aura quickly grabbed the closest humans to her, her dark wings enfolding around them, shielding them from the locusts. It was the first time in a long time that she'd chosen to say anyone human.
Thread: Furious Angels (HowAbout & Pygalgic)

The Sword of Fire acted less like fire and more like a sword transmuted to flame, to pure heat. It was in the shape of a long sword with the curving, cleaving sweep of a scimitar near its top. The core of the sword was white hot fire culled from the nuclear plasma of a sun. Remmy's wings of light gave a single great push and propelled him from zero to a hundred in less than a second, his sword sweeping through suddenly empty air. The mad angel was gone. Somehow, it had teleported while the fallen angel was charging forwardly, recklessly. However, the swarm of locusts were battering themselves against his prey's shadowy wings. Encompassed over the huddled masses of the mortals. Remmy dropped to the ground, his sword winking out of existance and his broad wings disappearing pinion by pinion until only the skeletal outlay of his wings of light were left. They too dimmed to nothingness. He stretched his head and realized what he had just done. He had exposed himself, now, in the era of information as an angel. Bad news. He took a deep breath, concentrated and blasted an electromagnetic pulse out of his torso, frying electronics within a two block radius. Electricity played from his fingertips, thunder cracks sounding as they lanced out and through the locusts. That was draining, true, but it meant the area was safe. Hey! Jezebel! It had been one of the first names he had known the demonness by. We needed to talk! He threaded his way to his jacket and picked it up off the ground. Sixty-six years of use and now it was in tatters, trampled by feet. He dug a small mirror he carried with him and looked over the spider web of cracks. Fuck. His auburn hair was in a disarray, his eyes only now darkening to their normal dark brown. He had assumed a variety of forms, but less than his old opponent, namely due to the fact he generally did not leave vast swathes of destruction wherever he went.
Thread: Armageddon+Slave

Millions of years ago a shadow fell upon the world, a dark and malevolent force created to protect the world turned on them and nearly destroyed the world. Finally as a last desperate act a massive spell was cast by the greatest mages the world had. In the final moments before the spell was completed the entity released its own spell, one to wipe the world slate clean so the world would forget about it. In doing so the world fell into chaos, and eventually turned into a frozen wasteland, and the once great civilizations of the world died off, and became roving bands of small groups, eventually de-evolving into a primitive culture. Present day In Egypt a group of archeologists uncover some tablets that mention a pyramid, one lost and forgotten by most other texts, and one that may have been completely untouched by marauders. Upon uncovering the pyramid they find unusual symbols upon the surface. The entrance, unusual to most other pyramids wasn't hidden. Drawn by a mysterious force they enter and explore the pyramid, but find that there is little to explore, untill they come to a massive door. One of the scientists place a hand upon the door, and it easily opens to a dark room. Upon entering they investigate the room, using flashlights to illuminate the walls, finally they each turn to the center of the room and their strobes of light seem incapable of penetrating a dark mass. One of the scientists steps forward and accidentally brushes against a symbol on the floor smearing it. In an instant the black mass surges forward through the break engulfing the man and killing him in a pit of screams. The door suddenly closes and the mass spreads grabbing at the team one by one, and engulfing them as they screamed till after a series of sickening snaps silence befell them. This continued untill only one scientist remained. Finally the force formed and condensed untill it became the shape of a man, still shrouded in shadows he stood there before the scientist.