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 Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:11 pm
To Whom This Is Recieved,
You may know who I am by now, if not then you didn't see the grand destruction of Parliment yesterday. You may know who I am because we have met within the year of the destruction of the Bailey and Parliment. You know who I am because we got to know each other a little, we talked pleasantly, and you did me a small favor, and this is my way of thanking you.
I have no name. You may call me V.
It comes to my attention of the current chaos in the streets of London, the people cannot sit still as their government continues to starve them of their freedom. There are riots in Britol, Islington, everywhere. But the people do more than revolt. They attack, they kill, rape, steal, kidnap, destroy, and so many other terrible deeds. They do as they will, they control as they see fit and have decided there should be no control at all.
I had a vision of a place called The Land of Do-As-You-Please. Perhaps it sounds familiar to you as well. Maybe you have envisioned it as well, or maybe you also read one of my favorite fairy tales. Otherwise, you know what I mean. A land where a man is his own man, a place where there is order but no authority. Not completely peaceful, but at terms with itself and a place of absolute freedom.
I hoped London would become The Land of Do-As-You-Please. Instead, it has become The Land of Take-What-You-Want; the hell of Do-As-You-Please, if you will.
Take-What-You-Want is only the foundation of Do-As-You-Please. I have chosen you as well as others who recieve this exact same letter to build the land of absolute freedom that I have envisioned. With this letter should have been a package. Within this package, my robes, my wig, an assortmant of knives but more importantly...an all too familiar mask. You may or may not take these, but these are your tokens of authority, your badges, your priveleges. You will soon meet with others at your own pace with the same tokens and you must decide to keep the peace and order that is true freedom.
It is your choice, my friend. Will you shape the Land of Do-As-You-Please? Or will you become a part of the Land of Take-What-You-Want? This freedom is yours.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:39 pm
November 6, 2021: The day after the destruction of Parliment. A shadow government is formed in London after the disapearance of High Chancellor Adam Sutler. However, there is little they can do against the growing waves of anarchists crashing and flooding the city in revolution. The entire city is in chaos, and the rest of the country is going with it. The new government called on the aid of foreign troops to try and control the outbreaks of crime, killings, and the new reign of terror that will inevitably begin.
On that day, however, certain people recieved letters from V, whom the public failed to hear from on the fifth of November, and rumors circulated that he was dead. Within the letters contained a request: to become central figures among the chaos and point the people in the direction of order and peace. The letter didn't instruct how, so the recipiants are left to their own devices. A similar letter was found by Evey in the Shadow Gallery where she could find it, and is also left to her devices.
Okay, I'll try to lay down some rules:
Do As You Please (but be fair)
-You may play whoever you like, but keep in mind the RP starts the day after the movie ends. So there's no V, but here's your chance to fill his shoes.
-Godmoding is not permitted, no one is invincible.
-Mary Sues/Gary Stus are tolerable, but remember that no one is insanely perfect
-You cannot kill a character who isn't yours without another player's permission.
-If your character attacks another, the other must decide the damage.
-Have fun! Shape the story as you like!
If your character has recieved a letter...
It's up to you if you want to play a character who recieved one of V's letters. However, the character's background must include meeting V and doing something (no matter how small) for him. But you aren't Evey, and most likely you haven't seen or heard of the Gallery. And he wouldn't have kidnapped you and taken you to his place. And he wouldn't have left London. I'd like for this to stay cannon with the movie. Also, a package comes with the letter. Here's the contents:
-Basic V costume
-Hat, wig, mask, clothes, cape, boots
-Six close range knives & shieths with utility belt
The rest of the character is up to you.
Evey gets her own letter and specialized equipment:
-Full V costume
-Hat, wig, mask, clothes, face coverings, cape, boots, gloves
-Fifteen close range knives & shieths with utility belt
-V's vanity: makeup, hair care, large variety of costumes
-Voice altering device, easily worn under mask
-V's personal writting works (carefully hidden and guarded, useful for getting into character)
And if Evey likes, she can give any of this equipment or access to the Gallery to any player.
If your character did not recieve a letter
Suppose you'd rather not be one of the lucky ones, but maybe like to end up an aquaintece of one instead. Perfectly alright. More freedoms for you, make your character as you see fit. But it's likely your chracter didn't personally meet or see V, and is fairly cannon to the movie. Go wild.
If you are a character from the movie
Two openings so far are Evey Hammond, and Inspecter Eric Finch. If there's any minor characters you'd like to play (or any from the comic, which would be smashing), bring them in by all means. However, they'll be cannon as usual, and V gave his own letter to Evey (see below) and own request.
Profile structure is coming soon.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:55 pm
Dearest Evey,
November has begun, but I can't lose hope of never seeing you again. I miss our conversations, I miss your face, feelings, everything about you. I suppose you could say I fell in love with you after wondering if I could ever feel love at all. But I must keep these feelings aside for now as I write. There's something I must tell you in writing, for I won't be able to say it in person.
The government should have fallen, Parliment should be a large pile of rubble, and the people should be free. However, I see dark times for London as well as England as a whole. Mankind will be thrown into disarray, and no one will be competent to lead them. As much as I don't want to ask anything drastic of you, Evey, there's a favor you must do for me while I'm gone.
Could you lead the people of England to the Land of Do-As-You-Please?
It is a large, daunting task. But I have faith you can do it. You've become strong, you've learned to live without fear. You're also very intelligent and understanding. You told me you've only seen the world change for the worse; but you now have the chance to change it for the better.
However, I understand if you wish to decline. You probably still hate me for torturing you. I have given letters to others I have met with a similar honor, just in case you were afraid of being on your own. But I doubt you are.
So I leave you with my tools, home, and masks as you see fit. I did ask you a favor, but you needent fullfill it. In the Land of Do-As-You-Please, the freedom to live is yours as you will it to be.
Please remember that no matter what, you are always in my heart.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:08 pm
You may now post. Please PM me your profile and I will post it here.
Profile Structure (prefered)
Cannon: (movie/comic/original)
Alias (if any):
Real Name:
Age:
Birthplace:
Birthday:
Ethnicity: (white/black/asian, etc)
Occupation (if any):
Orrientation: (straight/bi/gay)
Skills: (weapon skills, everyday skills, survival and/or criminal skills, tech skills, etc)
Useless Skills: (ie: french braid hair, eat five cheeseburgers in two minutes, name all movies portraied by one actor...)
Personality: (hobbies, accomplishments, addictions, criminal record, etc... who is your character?)
Apperance: (do not say "avi" or something along the lines of "look at my avatar." If your character is your avatar, describe it.)
Recieved a letter?: (yes/no)
Background: (Recommended. If character has recieved letter, must have met/talked to/done something for V in the least and this must have been done during the timeframe of the movie. Feel free to be creative.)
Likes (if any):
Dislikes (if any):
Vehicle (if any):
Weapon of choice (if any):
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:36 pm
Played by LadyMasquerade
Cannon: original
Alias: (none)
Real Name: Ashley Roberts
Age: 23
Birthplace: London
Birthday: October 20, 1998
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Arabic
Occupation: Unemployed
Orrientation: straight
Skills: somewhat good cook, some acting, street fighting, medicine
Useless Skills: Piano and singing, bad French, professional of the evil eye, can escape from a straight jacket
Personality: Usually quiet and brooding, likes to sing to herself when she's bored, doesn't make friends easily, has a short temper and frequently turns to violence
Apperance: Light brown skin, black eyes, short and straight black hair, has multiple surgery scars along her stomach and back. Dresses in light clothing: a cotton shirt and jeans with sneakers, maybe a jacket when she's cold.
Recieved a letter?: Yes
Background: Ashley grew up the illegitemate child of a white mother and a Muslem who was capturned and killed before her birth. She and her mother lived in a flat in London, which came to an end when her mother was arrested for stealing money from her low income job. Blackbaggers discovered Ashley was a "mixed breed" and brought her before the courts. She was ruled "unstable" due to her "unholy mix of DNA" and was institunalized as though she was a homicidle maniac. For the next twenty years, the once sane Ashley has lost a good deal of her sanity. But one day in 2020, the security shut down and the emergancy systems were not activated. Inmates and patients took the chance to escape, and anarchy reigned over the facility. Ashley had also escaped her cell, and killed some of the doctors and orderlies, but also happened on a man dressed in black and a Guy Fawkes mask. She attacked the man, but was bested after an intense fight. He promised to not force himself to hurt her further if she helped him leave the building. She did, letting V vanish into the city. She did the same, but started training herself to live normal life. She was among the many who watched Parliment blow up, and the next day recieved a letter and package.
Likes (if any): Motercycles, music, movies with lots of gore, guns, sharp pointy objects, V
Dislikes (if any): Police, Muslems, politics, total silence, doctors, straight jackets, herself
Vehicle (if any):
Weapon of choice (if any): Any form of small or consealable gun
Played by Blood_Goddess
Cannon: Original
Alias:
Real Name: Abna Ayres
Age: 27
Birthplace: a small farm town.
Birthday: 9/12/1994
Ethnicity: white
Occupation (if any): she Travels, sometimes being a merchant with items she picks up.
Orrientation: Straight
Skills: Skilled motor bike rider and mechanic, knows how to fire weapons and basic defense hand to hand skills,
Useless Skills: good observer, can make own clothes/farley decent sewer, good with animals and kids. Knows how to care for plants, can pitch a tent faster then anyone she knows.
Personality: Abna is a traveler, not to accustom in staying in one place for to long, but still can, always seems to have energy, expects a lot out of herself and sometimes to much out of other people. When things turn violent, she will step back and observe the situation, then act on what is logically the best decision ((either by picking the ?right? side or trying to stop the fight all together? or just flees)) big on common sense. Feel somewhat protective of women and children.
Apperance: Shoulder length blond dreadlocks, and gray eyes, usually always has a pare of traveling goggles over her eyes or on her head, fingerless black leather gloves, a heavy black coat for riding, and leather blue pants, black boots. Undershirt is long sleeved dark gray turtle neck,
Received a letter?: yes
Background: Abna grew up quite alone in her age group, living with her mother and father, and many other older people in there small town. It was stressful all the time, but at the young age Abna could not understand why. She worked out in the small field with her parents, until she was 18, where she met a young man and fell in love.
They got married and where going to have there first child, but she had a miscarriage, and lost the baby, it was painful for her, both physically and mentally.
After that, she could not seem to love her husband quite like she used to. She would spend hours sitting at her window just staring out at the world, and wondering what she was going to do with her life. Finally, she packed all her essential things, said good-bye to her husband, and taking his motorcycle she drove off to do some traveling. She always had her ID on here if anyone asked, she sometimes had hard times in the big cities, but she always managed to talk her way out of troublesome situation, especially with the fingermen.
Abna always finding time to stop at parks, to watch and play with the children, and meet with other mothers, it always seemed to comfort her to be around children. She first met V when she was driving down the dark streets of London, a place she had always wanted to visit, she was starting to regret it, the people here looked strange to her, even more so then the people at the other towns and cities she visited. She was looking for an Inn to stay at for the night before curfew when something flashed out in front of her. She did not get a good look, but what she saw, was a black mass with a glowing white face. It started her and she swerved out of the way, trying to get control of her bike, she stopped it and looked around to see the black figure standing across the street looking over at her. She was alarmed to see that the figure had the mask of a man smiling over his own face, but even if she could not see his expression, the way he stood was apologetic, and as if asking her if she was all right.
Next second she heard yelling and someone slammed into her and her bike, they toppled over and looked up to see two men tangled up in her things. It happened to fast for her to react, one of the men yelled at her for getting in the way and she felt something hit her hard across the face, she was knocked off balance but she swung back up, her body responding to the attack before her mind could, swinging her fist into her attackers face, and in the chest with the other fist. He staggered away from her, she saw the other man advancing on her and braced herself, when something dark darted past her and engulfed the man, throwing him back into the Allie and following after him. She stood stunned for a moment as she heard screams coming from the ally, but she could not dwell on that to long, for her original attacker was running toward her again. Raising her foot as he charged she caught him right in the stomach. She felt him grunt, but wrap his arm around her ankle, yanking hard and pulling her to the ground, Reaching forward his hands found her neck and wrapping his powerful fingers around it. Next thing she remembers was her hand swinging up and something hard striking him in the side of the head, he fell off of her, a bleeding cut on his head, and in her had, her revolver she has used to pistol-whip him. Quickly getting back up she looked into the Allie where she saw the masked figure starting to walk out. Quickly running to her Bike she picked it back up and got on, not looking back she took off again, zooming down the street as fast as she could.
As well as some supplies that had fallen off of her bike, she found that her ID was also missing. Knowing she was no longer safe without her ID. She tried to stay hidden, when one day it turned up, sliding under the door of the inn she was staying it. Someone had returned it. Not waiting any time she had left to the next city in a hurry. Only to return having heard news out this terrorist. Now more interested in staying in one aria, and watch the changes there.
Likes (if any): Motorcycles, good food, Children, gentlemen, being outdoors.
Dislikes (if any): disrespectful men, pointless arguments, standing still, small places
Vehicle (if any): a Motorcycle that she had modified to fit her needs. Its perfect for traveling
Weapon of choice (if any): a revolver.
Played by Ruby Hayashi
Cannon: Original
Alias: Huxley
Real Name: William Fabian
Age: 25
Birthplace: Ennis, Ireland
Birthday: June 17th, 1996
Ethnicity: White
Occupation: Once a Fingerman, snapped and went rogue
Orientation: Straight
Skills: Proficient with firearms and Navy survival training before becoming a Fingerman.
Useless Skills: Ambidextrous (writing only), played the violin as a boy.
Personality: Once a caring and shy man, he joined the Navy to serve his country then became a Fingerman. It changed him into a ruthless merciless killer until he had a break down. Then after he was tormented by his demons and now suffers from bouts of depression. Before his work in the Navy, he spent much of his time reading and doing solo outdoor activities.
Appearance: Tall man with long lanky build. He has green eyes, square framed glasses and short wavy brown hair. Usually is unshaven and scruffy looking but otherwise would be considered handsome. Has a scar on his stomach from being shot in a riot.
Received a letter?: yes
Background: Before moving to London, as a boy he grew up in Ennis Ireland with his father and mother until his mother died of the Bubonic Plague when he was 14. Soon after, his father decided to go back to his native London and brought William. The London that his father remembered was no more and they were thrown into the totalitarian dictatorship. Brainwashed all his young life, William believed the propaganda the media fed him and soon he followed like a sheep. When he was 19, he joined the Navy and served for two years until he was appointed a Fingerman. His father was Black-Bagged only months after his son was appointed a Fingerman for reasons of ?conspiracy?, this did not even faze William. For three years he served his country through his murderous acts against the people until one night he was ordered to Black-Bag a woman and her infant child. William snapped and ended up killing the other two Fingermen who were with him. He renounced his evil acts and went into the underground to escape his wrong doings. Although plagued by depression and suicidal thoughts, he still wanted to make a difference in the world and went on nightly raids with other like minded folk. One night, William came upon some Fingermen bullying an old man and murdered them too like he had done to his former comrades. It was then that he met V, who at the time William thought a psychotic delusion brought on by his unstable state of mind and the broadcast V made weeks before on the BTN. V simply nodded to William as if he had completed a job well done; no worlds were exchanged, and disappeared as quickly as he had appeared to him.
Likes: Collecting old photographs of his mother and childhood, the occasional beer and his collection banned books.
Dislikes: Himself
Vehicle: 2007 Bentley Continental GTC (An old beater car by the year 2021)
Weapon of choice: Handgun, hand to hand combat.
Played by Kate the Curse
Cannon: original
Alias (if any): none
Real Name: Zoe Donnhail
Age: 22
Birthplace: Cobh, Cork, Ireland
Birthday: April 21
Ethnicity: white
Occupation (if any): metalsmith
Orrientation: straight
Skills: problem solving, upper body strength, fire building, treating most injuries.
Useless Skills: how to make almost anything look pretty, how to crush a can on her forehead, yoga.
Personality: Laid back and pretty in touch with nature. She loves to laugh. She considers herself an artist and her mind is in a constant state of motion. She will always pick what "feels right" rather than give in to logic.
Apperance: She is short and pale, of a muscular build and has strange green eyes that could be grey or brown, depending on the angle. She dresses in carpenter jeans or overalls normally coupled with a feminine top. She usually has finger nail polish on that's chipped at the tips.
Recieved a letter?: yes
Background:Zoe left Ireland at 17 to persue her passion of making fine jewelry in England with the help of her uncle who owned a silver shop in London. She did quite well there for a year or so, selling jewelry and fine silverware to the wives of influential Englishmen.
One day after work, she was cleaning out the basement of her uncle's flat and found some old encyclopedia books. She began reading through them and under "forge" found a symbol, a hammer. She read that the hammer belonged to Thor, the patron of the forge. The next day, she fashioned the symbol out of brass, textured and patinaed it until it looked like an artifact just like the picture from the encyclopedia. She put it on black ribbon and tied it close to her throat.
After closing the silver shop that evening, Zoe was almost immediately jumped and black bagged and convicted before the courts for being in posession of a pagan icon. Her uncle had turned her in along with the encyclopedias, thus giving him clemency.
Zoe stayed in jail for nearly a year before a noisy and violent jail-break attempt burst through the monotony in the prison, lit bright white. A prisoner from down her hall, a tall woman with short blonde hair used a bloodstained keycard to open Zoe's cell, then stabbed it with a broken glass medicine bottle. The woman handed Zoe a length of metal plumbing and told her "Hit them with this and then run."
She asked no questions, only started swinging the pipe at any security guards and nurses that came close enough for her to hit, which turned into chasing them and beating them down even after everyone else had left. Zoe dropped the pipe to her side and felt her body freeze as she heard gunfire and the screams of women outside the jail. Reinforcements were being sent and she was the only one left, caught on security camera beating jailers to death. The gravity of what she had just done was beginning to set in when she heard a man clearing his voice behind her. "This, I believe, belongs to you." he said, reaching over her shoulder and swinging her hammer medallion in front of her face like a hypnotist's watch. "Follow me."
She never saw his face, she only saw that he was all in black and dressed quite peculiarly, and she didn't really care, because he'd saved her. It had taken her weeks before the press released the information that it was the terrorist V who had saved her.
Likes (if any): peculiar art and language, jewelry, books, laughing, civil debate.
Dislikes (if any): small spaces, bright lights, arguments with no point.
Vehicle (if any): feet.
Weapon of choice (if any): fists or any sort of bludgeon (spiked ball bat? )
Played by Capricorn Sunchai
Cannon: Original
Alias: Omega
Real Name: Kay Omega
Age: 29-31. Doesn't remember her exact year of birth.
Birthplace: A small town outside of London
Birthday: October 31
Ethnicity: White
Occupation: Somewhat of a mercenary- deals explosives
Orrientation: Straight
Skills: Explosives expert. Is a good shot with her pistol. Has some skill with daggers. Has a high alcohol tolerance.
Useless Skills: Can sleep for over 24 hours, plays the trumpet.
Personality: Reserved towards those she doesn't know very well, she's always looking for someone to have a good debate with. Once she trusts someone, she is quite open with them. She's always blatantly honest, which can be a problem, and is loyal to those who pay her for her work. Kay smokes, but can control her addiction to two cigarettes or less a day.
Apperance: http://www.deviantart.com/view/31988103/
Recieved a letter?: Yes
Background: Born in a small town outside of London, Kay's family owned a small farm, where she was raised. At the age of 13, her parents were killed, under the assumption that they were conspiring against the government. She was taken away, and her older brother was left behind. When interrogated about what her parents were planning, Kay insisted that she knew nothing. Not believing her, a hot soldering iron was taken to the side of her face, leaving a silver scar running from her temple to under her chin. Escaping "jail" at the age of 20, she made use of what she had learned as a child and starting making homemade explosives and honing her skills as a fighter.
Lurking in her favorite pub one day, she learned of someone with an interest in her skills as an explosives expert. Kay went as arranged, and met V. Helping him in the creation of the hundreds of pounds of explosives, she earned a small piece of his trust. Making herself known as a revolutionary, V inspired her with his ideals.
Likes: Her trumpet, bars/pubs, her friends, and other things.
Dislikes: The government, people who lie
Vehicle: Imported motorcycle. Make is unknown.
Weapon of choice: DD44 Dostevei. Imported Russian pistol. Also has two daggers strapped to her thighs, in case she runs out of ammunition.
Played by FeowynMouse
((Cannon: Original
Alias (if any): August
Real Name: Augustine Hopewell
Age: 27
Birthplace: Essex, England
Birthday: She doesn't remember the day but sometime in April, 1993
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation (if any): Was a waitress and Black market art dealer
Orrientation: Straight
Skills: Amazing sweet talker, can street fight fairly well, has near photo-graphic memory, and an inate sense of direction
Useless Skills: Can carry five plates in one arm, can screech like a monkey, and has a strong sense of smell
Personality: August is charming when she wants to be but when she's not she's one hell of a b***h. Growing up in poor neighborhoods has given her a rough edge so to speak so she knows how to deal with drunks and the other undesirable types. She also tends to wear her heart on her sleeve, putting all her emotions out front where they can easily been seen.
Apperance: August has dark brown hair cut and styled in a sort of pixie cut (long in the front and short and choppy in the back.) Her frame is slender and thin, but don't let that confuse you, she pack a pretty powerful punch. Green eyes shimmer intelligently amongst a sea of freckles all set against lightly tanned skin.
Recieved a letter?: Yes
Background: August has always had things rough since Sutler took charge. It began with her eldest brother being a victim of St. Mary's and then her dad getting layed off from work. Her mother, being French in birth, was black bagged and eventually killed which is unknown to August.
For many years it has just been her and her father, this went pretty smoothly until she decided to go to college. There simple wasn't money to fund her tuition and she had almost given up until she was introduced to the Black Market. Hoping that her father would never know about her secret dealings in outlawed art, and also hoping that the government wouldn't find out, she also got a regular nine to five soon after she had made enough to support her educational endevors.
While working on the Black Market she had the pleasure to deal with V several times in person. Generally their meetings were short, but he always seemed very grateful to recieve whatever rare painting she had in the vaults. Once the fifth of November had passed and she had switched jobs she recieved a letter from V and nothing would be the same.
Likes (if any): A nice warm cup of tea, a rainy day, and warm slippers
Dislikes (if any): Erm...drunkards and men who use really lame pick-up lines
Vehicle (if any): Bicycle
Weapon of choice (if any): Give her a big intimidating shot-gun and she's good))
Played by MasterNinja1313
Cannon: original
Alias (if any): shadow blade
Real Name: Aron Shepard
Age: 22
Birthplace: U.S.A (but was raised in Ireland)
Birthday: 12/07/99
Ethnicity: White with a touch of Asain
Occupation (if any): none
Orrientation:straight
Skills: Able to weild two custom made kitanas between both hands. expert in ninjitsu and Hapkido fighting styles. And very profficient in theivery and hacking.
Useless Skills: Has ADHD and because of it he can be very hyper and is very good at solving problems.
Personality: He feels fighting is a type of hobby reading books playing games and stealing food suplies for the government and sending them to the U.S.
Apperance: I have a picture I made http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f394/Masterninija1313/freedom-1.png or I might use the one in my sig.
Recieved a letter?:yes
Background: During his younger years he wished to train in different fighting styles but they where banned from England he was cuaght using a fake IP address and training using movies prolected on a wall. Thus he was arestted and tried for three years he was tested on (since he had A.D.H.D.) and the effects scar him turning his eyes to pitch black globes on his face. Standing on a brigde ready to end his life he meet V. He felt that (after havin a tal with V that he had been given a reasin to live. Thus he helped V by hackiing files and filming his speech air before he fifth.
Likes (if any): Sugar, knives,violence his family.
Dislikes (if any): government,men who hurt women, everybody.
Vehicle (if any): any he hijacks at the time
Weapon of choice (if any): Twin Kitanas, throwing knives, and hi fist and feet.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:14 am
Sounds pretty tasty, and I'd always love to play Evey but leading the people to the Land of Do-As-You-Please will be a big task eek
"if your character has not received a letter"
The letter is posted here sothat it can be read by anyone, so how do we decide if "my" character has received a letter or not? eek
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 10:37 am
Azurella Sounds pretty tasty, and I'd always love to play Evey but leading the people to the Land of Do-As-You-Please will be a big task eek "if your character has not received a letter" The letter is posted here sothat it can be read by anyone, so how do we decide if "my" character has received a letter or not? eek The letter in the first post is meant to be an intro to the RP. I guess it wouldn't be any fun to play a character that didn't recieve a letter, but really, what were the odds that a regular person in London would even meet V? I thought it would be interesting to allow average Joes into the story. Your choice completely.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 8:29 pm
I really like this idea, but I'm having a terrible time coming up with a proper character. sweatdrop I don't rp alot anymore, so I guess I'm getting rusty.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 1:53 am
[Swift] I really like this idea, but I'm having a terrible time coming up with a proper character. sweatdrop I don't rp alot anymore, so I guess I'm getting rusty.
That's okay. I figured coming up with a good character would be hard, but I hope this RP is lax enough to let anyone play.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 7:10 am
oh! I'll join..! just wait.. I'll just do that profile structure-thingey...
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:18 pm
I'll join too. I have parts of my profile done, but not completely yet. I'll try to finish it over spring break.
I love the idea for this RP. 3nodding
Haha, it's difficult for me trying to find a way that V met my character. xp
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:25 pm
Crazy Neko CJ I'll join too. I have parts of my profile done, but not completely yet. I'll try to finish it over spring break. I love the idea for this RP. 3nodding Haha, it's difficult for me trying to find a way that V met my character. xp
That's part of the problem I'm having. sweatdrop Coming up with a reasonable way for a character to meet up with and help V.
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Blood_Goddess Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:37 pm
can we start posting? or do we have to wait for something
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:40 pm
I was sort of waiting for more people, but feel free to start posting.
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Death_Valley_Queen Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:52 pm
((umm for the record, I'm stealing the Letter idea but I'm putting a spin on it. Just thought I'd let you know))
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