Thousands of years ago, the ancient peoples believed in animal Talismans. These spirits guided them and helped them throughout their life. Today, those spirits have become part of us, coming to us in our dreams.
An age-long conflict rages between the Hunters and the Innocents. Each side does whatever it takes to gain the upper hand.
In a small, southern Canadian town called Noatak, the struggle continues. Whom will you join?
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Re: Freeloader [open] « Result #1 on Nov 28, 2009, 11:04pm »
Onji had passed the point where she even bothered to care about what the woman was throwing at her. It was all reflexes now, regardless of what turned up next. As long as she was on autopilot, she could probably take on anything.
It was what she'd done in Toronto, what she'd done in Baltimore when she knew where too much thinking could lead her. Sometimes it was better just to feel your way through a situation.
When the tiger appeared, she didn't even blink, only caught herself as she rushed past Raven and pivoted, letting the dagger swing downward at the tiger's face. Even autopilot couldn't keep the surprise from her features when the blade tore through the creature easily and Onji, carried by momentum, stumbled right through the tiger and nearly into Drama Lady.
It was the closest she'd been to the woman thus far, and probably the only chance she'd get. Yanking her scarf off, she whipped it around Drama Lady's neck and pulled, a slightly manic gleam in her eyes.
"Take what?" she said, grinning a little too widely for comfort as she tightened her grip on the scarf. "Mist shaped like a tiger? It's only shaped like a tiger, you know, not built like one."
Life Must Go On - A 'DW' and 'Torchwood' RPG « Result #2 on Nov 15, 2009, 3:06am »
Life Must Go On – A ‘Doctor Who’ and ‘Torchwood’ RPG
”Torchwood: outside the government, beyond the police. Fighting for the future on behalf of the human race. The 21st Century is when everything changes -- and Torchwood is ready.”
Torchwood is currently looking for two new members to join their team in addition to their ‘unofficial’ bodyguard, Arwen. Owen and Toshiko have been killed, and the crisis with the 456 has been adverted. The Rift is acting up, and spilling alien life-forms and artifacts into Cardiff. The team is busier than ever, and become surprised when the Doctor visits.
"Doctor, you take care now." ... "You too. Chops and gravy, lovely!" ... "No. But you be careful because your song is ending, sir." ... "What do you mean?" ... "It is returning, it is returning through the dark. And then, Doctor... Oh but then, he will knock four times."
The Doctor had learned that he was not the only survivor of the time-locked Time War, and had taken on a Time Lord orphan of that war, Elita. However what Carmen, a low level psychic, had told him during his adventure to the Planet of The Dead gave him the chills. He too had sensed the Rift’s increasing activity and decided to investigate with his charge in tow.
Based on the television shows called “Doctor Who” and “Torchwood”, this RPG explores new possibilities provided by the unknown factors in the series. So please take a look and I hope you will stay!
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Time Lords and Ladies – This group is limited. Time Assistants – This group is limited. Aliens Torchwood – This group is limited. Humans
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CHASE THE MORNING: MARAUDERS POST GRAD « Result #3 on Nov 14, 2009, 4:23am »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The year is 1979. All of England seems to be at peace. However, in a secret world just past the English population's line of sight, a dark and horrible cloud has been cast over the quiet country. A group calling themselves Death Eaters have been wreaking havoc throughout the Wizarding World. Countless witches, wizards, and muggles have gone missing; some turning up dead, some never being heard from ever again. There is, however, hope on the horizon. The members of the Order of the Phoenix have dedicated their lives to the obliteration of the Death Eaters and their leader, Lord Voldemort. But what happens when the members of the Order start shrinking as the number of Death Eaters seem to grow? Members of the Order are starting to lose their jobs, homes, and are forced to go into hiding. It seemed that no matter what they did, the Order of the Phoenix could not vanquish the Dark Lord. Will they get lost in the darkness or will they take a stand and CHASE THE MORNING? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HOME!| RULES!| CANONS!| REQUESTED CHARACTERS!| LISTS!| APPLICATION!
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Re: Freeloader [open] « Result #4 on Nov 13, 2009, 6:01pm »
The woman's tone mocked as she inquired about Raven's sister. Anger boiled inside her as her eyes turned blacker then the blackest of black coals and it felt as if a volcano was about to go off. Raven was in no way at fault for her sister's death, it was all of this woman's kind; the Hunters, they were the maniacs responsible for all the wrong in the world.
Of course, it was a given that Raven was never at fault for anything. She had the serene grace of a walrus in the water. Though she could be a bit clumsy at times, it was a charming, fall-into-boy's-arms type of clumsy. Her sister wasn't even as awesome as she was, and that was saying something. Of course, she would stay modest about it, and had no idea why people would rain compliments down on her.
This Yueying Huang woman, who was still obviously using a fake name, had her weapon now. The weapon, however, belonged to her and only her and as a result, it was only sharp when it was her. The magic dagger obeyed no other, and its magic would work with no other as well. Especially not with Hunters, those loathsome creatures of the earth.
Then she lunged at Raven, but she easily spotted it and jumped aside. Using her almighty powers passed down to her from her ancestors before humans even existed, she summoned help, and help came a moment later. Help came in the form of a large white tiger made of mist that could be controlled by her, with glowing orange eyes and the softest pelt ever felt. A few words in an ancestral tongue and the beast leapt at the Asian woman, fog swirling around it all the while.
"Take that!" Raven was already planning the victory.
Re: Sunrises and New Beginnings [Aras] « Result #5 on Nov 12, 2009, 4:45pm »
It was beyond maddening, the way Aras's face seemed frozen in place, expressionless. Melissa said nothing for a short while, since it seemed her best option for the moment. She was still worked up, thanks to her talisman, who was only feeding the blazing fury that was her anger. If someone had asked, she wouldn't have been able to pinpoint a specific thing that had pushed her to be so angry; it was a combination of many things, and Aras had just been the spark that started the fire.
It tempered slightly, mostly because of Aras's expression. He didn't look frightened persay, but he did look nervous. If she hadn't been so angry Mel would probably have laughed at his expression. It was one of the few times someone had looked at her with any degree of uncertainty or nervousness, as though she was . . . dangerous. Of course, Mel would never even consider hurting Aras, both because he had saved her life once, and because whether he thought of her as a friend or not, she thought of him as one.
His expression became less nervous and tense, and more angry. Finally, he reacts! It's about time we got something from him. The talisman's smugness wasn't helpful to Mel's attitude, so she ignored it for the time being. It was difficult, as the cheetah refused to shut up, mentally smirking at Aras's now cloudy expression. His tight, "No." didn't help the cheetah either, since his anger was plainly evident in his tone, for which the cheetah happily took responsibility.
"No? Then how do they find you?" The cheetah was pushing her now, wanting so badly to take control, but Mel pushed back, trying to keep it in check. It was difficult, for they had never before conflicted this badly; most of the time their opinions travelled on similar paths. The cheetah's prescense was made obvious by the roughness in her voice, and she cleared her throat after speaking in the hopes that it would clear her of her talisman's connection. No such luck, unfortunately.
One thing that both Melissa and her alternate identity caught was the look in Aras's eyes at the word 'master'. It was one that Mel instinctively was telling her that she was close, if not exactly correct. "Why would you choose to serve them?" The word 'serve' was spoken in much a similar way to the way 'master' had been. "How could you let them tame you, force you to do . . . well, the things that you do?" The second question was forced out by her talisman, against Mel's will, but it was out there now. She had edited the end so that it didn't sound quite so rude, but there was no telling how Aras would take it. His reactions were almost always a surprise to her.
Aras had been relaxed for about a minute . . . until she mentioned Vicky that is. The muscles in his shoulders subtly tensed, and Mel knew then that there was no friendship -or anything else for that matter- between Vicky and Aras. Perhaps that would work out in her favour. “I wish I could.” The cheetah was slightly appeased by his expression, noting the stressed look in his eyes, as though their problem bothered him. Of course, it could all simply be a big act, a performance that they were supposed to believe, but Mel always thought the best of people. No matter how sinister their intentions, she always trusted someone until they gave her reason not to; it was just her way.
She was about to protest, when she almost choked on her own words. It was a possibility, however she didn't want to leave Noatak. Being in a small town allowed her to fly under the radar, and moving to the city would only make it that much easier for her father to locate her. Seeing as she'd already been recieving phone calls from him on her cell phone, she didn't want to let him find her. He wouldn't understand what she'd been going through since the day of her first transformation.
[b]"I wish I could." She echoed his words, still distracted by his statement that he had no influence. As much as the cheetah didn't want to believe it, Melissa was becoming more and more convinced that Aras wasn't acting of his own free will. Everything he'd said up to this point had been as objective as a third party's opinion, something that a warrior passionate about their side would never be. He wasn't offering any clues however, and she wasn't about to ask him.
Avada Kedavra (new) « Result #6 on Nov 12, 2009, 2:09pm »
A unique site that contains all three generations! Don't worry, all of the generations have their seperate schools, claims list, and plots.
Welcome to the magical world of Hogwarts!
Times may change, but the dramas are always the same. There is always the heart breaker; there is always the girl with too many problems. Magic can’t solve every problem, but people can try. Journey around the school and try to feel at home, after all, seven years is a very long time.
Marauder’s Era Voldemort is gaining power, slowly but surely his influence is spreading into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. Muggle borns are the victims of harassment and even recently? Rape, torture and death. The pure bloods who have been infected with Voldemort’s cunning charm are taking over the school. No one is safe when a mad man is in charge.
Present Era He is back and no one believes it. Harry watched the rise of the Dark Lord and can’t do anything to make the public believe him. The general public thinks he is crazy, and the school treats Harry as a leper. Only the DA will back him up, but with Umbridge in charge, can a group of school kids really make a difference?
Future Era The Dark Lord is dead, has been for years. Hogwarts has changed with the new century and became a posh boarding school with powerful magic. Money and wealth runs everything. Houses no longer matter; it’s about what’s in the bank. The richest families run everything. Sixteen year olds Potter, Malfoy, Flint, Goyle and Nott, or better known as The Execution Squad run the school and do what they want with it. The new rules of Hogwarts? Party hard and stay out of their way. [/size]
James Potter 16 / 6th year pb: Steven Strait gryffindor <3's Lily Potter full plot - here
Ron Weasley 15 / 5th year pb: Rupert Grint gryffindor <3's Hermione, but isn't sure about it
--- Kim Son of Cho Chang and Kyubok Kim 15 / 5th year pb: Kim Bum ravenclaw <3's Phoenix Malfoy (only daughter of Draco and Asteria Malfoy) full plot - here
Re: Sunrises and New Beginnings [Aras] « Result #7 on Nov 12, 2009, 1:42am »
Melissa was obviously none too happy with his answers, but the only way he was going to elaborate was if she had him held at gunpoint or something equally dramatic. Even the most patient of people would have begun to get frustrated with this conversation, and Melissa was no exception. From her eyeroll, it was plain to see that she had had enough of failing to get straight answers from anyone.
Though before, he was anything but relaxed, Aras tensed when Melissa let out an animalistic growl. This aggressiveness was so atypical for her that he could only assume that her talisman had taken control. Instinctively leaning back when she stood up, he unconsciously put more distance between the two of them. It was oddly uncomfortable—he couldn’t recall ever having had to look up at her. Intimidating wasn’t quite the right word to describe it, but seeing this side of Melissa was somewhat… unnerving.
His expression darkened at her angry words. His talisman hissed, and it was difficult to allow it no verbal outlet. The vulture had quite a lot to say to her, but Aras limited his response to a terse “No.” Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t keep the sharp edge out of his voice.
What bothered him the most was not the harshness of Melissa’s words but the thought that she was, in one fundamental way, correct. His ‘masters,’ as she’d sardonically put it, could find him whenever they needed. Hadn’t he been sent on a mission in the middle of the night just a couple of weeks ago? He was essentially at their beck and call twenty-four seven, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Deciding that he’d rather not be looking up at her while having this sort of conversation, Aras stood. Melissa turned around when he did. He couldn’t see her face, but the hand she ran through her hair was shaky and unsteady. When she turned back to him, she appeared to have calmed down somewhat. A closer look revealed that her eyes were the cheetah’s amber, but at least she wasn’t snapping and growling as her talisman seemed wont to do. While she hadn’t reverted to her normally introverted self, her apology sounded sincere enough.
Aras relaxed a fraction—until she brought up Vicky. He was of the opinion that she was a mood-killer when mentioned in any way, shape, or form, but Melissa’s situation was evidently more serious than he’d thought. Vicky had a reputation for being dogged and obstinate, but he hadn’t realized that she was so determined to go after Melissa, of all people. And she clearly went about it with all the subtlety of a brick.
Unfortunately, he was the last person she ought to be asking for help. He held no sway within the Hunter ranks; even if he did, he doubted that anyone short of an Elder would be able to grant anyone immunity. Both the Innocents and Hunters needed all the help they could get, and they would not let a potentially useful talisman go merely because she and a few others wished it.
“I wish I could.” He looked at her apologetically—or was it helplessly? He couldn’t really tell. “I don’t have any influence.” Quite the understatement, but there was no way in hell he was going to explain his situation to her. “Can’t you find anywhere else…?”
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Re: Freeloader [open] « Result #8 on Nov 11, 2009, 9:40pm »
This time Onji kicked a chair within reach and yanked it between Drama Lady and herself, grunting slightly as the dagger tore through the chair back with surprising force. What was the point of throwing a dagger round all day when you had to retrieve it every single time? Granted, it made things easier if you had super special sparkly awesome powers so you didn't actually have to run and get it, but it was a waste of effort, and every time you threw it and you missed, you stood the chance of giving your opponent a free weapon. Like, for example, now.
Onji wrenched the dagger out of the chair, forced sneer still plastered all over her face. She didn't usually like sneering, since it made her look slightly constipated, but it was the idea of it she was going for here. And sneering tended to make people angry, didn't it?
"Your dead sister, huh?" she said, testing the blade. The balance was good, but it was entirely too heavy for her taste; the stupid rocks tacked onto the hilt and the gold encrusting everything made it cumbersome and completely unlike the switchblade she'd forgotten to bring. Besides, if she stabbed the woman here, there would be blood all over the place. The important thing right now was to get the weapon away from her.
"Well, whoever she was, she probably deserved it, if she was anything like you! And now she's dead! I bet it's your fault, isn't it, that she's dead? It's usually your fault when people die, isn't it! Did I mention your sister's dead? I figured I might as well say that one more time!"
She was straying dangerously close to verbal diarrhea now, but it was the tone that counted. Dashing out from behind the chair, she vaulted over the table and lunged headfirst at the girl, hoping to catch her in the face. She had never really liked Andrew Lloyd Webber.
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Re: Freeloader [open] « Result #9 on Nov 11, 2009, 9:07pm »
It wasn't magic shit. (Raven would usually never sully her mouth with such language, but those were the woman's words, not hers, so Raven was absolved of any wrongdoing.) It was an ancient magic, more ancient than the talismans themselves, passed down from generation to generation through only the purest of bloodlines. Only the purest of heart could wield the enchanted blades; she was the first in many centuries to have this power. Even her sweet sister, the angel that she was, had not had the strength to carry such a burden. The task of ridding the world of Hunters fell to Raven, and Raven alone.
The dagger, though it flew straight and true despite not being weighted correctly to be a throwing knife, missed its mark. But Raven had known it would. There had been the slightest hint of a breeze blowing through the open door, and that had deflected the blade from its mark. The woman's evasive manuever would have amounted to nothing had luck not been on her side. The next time, the dagger would pierce her heart and spill her life's blood while Raven stood triumphant and unremorseful over her, knowing that her sister's spirit was proud of her.
And then the woman, the evil monster that she was, defiled her sister's memory. "Don't you dare talk about my sister that way," Raven gasped, eyes flashing crimson and black in rage.
With a despairing wail like a banshee trying to belt Christine Daae's high notes in The Phantom of the Opera that was nonetheless so full of unquenchable sorrow that a rock would have wept at its sound, Raven tore the dagger out of the wall. It took her no effort even though it was buried to the hilt in solid wood.
"You'll pay for everything you've done!" she cried, and the dagger flew out of her hand as straight as a sparrow just about to run into a clean window.
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