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Xeios You WANKER!         Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days |
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| This is an RP based loosely off the series "Lost" on ABC. The essential plot will be that of the television show except it is taking place on a different "Island" but with the same mysterious qualities of the television show. The characters from the show will not be incorporated into this RP, as it is only based off the idea of "Lost."
EVERYONE is playing a human, and there is no magic. This will be pretty interesting to show almost an everyday life sort of RP after a tragedy where there is almost no hope for the survivors. I want people to make their character's interesting and give them personality flaws and vices, as well as virtues. A Xeios production at the forceful push of Clockz to get off my ass and do something RP-tastic, while waiting for Comet Saga at least. XD Background: "American Airlines Flight 278B is now boarding." A gentle spoken flight attendant speaks over the intercom in the Airline lobby. A crowd of people, diverse and proclaiming many different tastes and personalities, move slowly towards the gate, handing their tickets to the Flight Attendant at the front. Everyone is welcomed onto the plane with a lei. A kind farewell from the Island of Hawaii. The passengers begin taking their seats, the time is precisely 10:23, the plane is leaving in seven minutes. People are still crowding on, trying to fit their luggage into the overhead compartments. Everything begins quieting, a few stragglers bring up the rear, keeping the plane a minute late from their departure. Slowly the plane backs up, and makes its way to the runway. The captain is informed of an error, but it appears to have fixed itself minutes later. The plane begins it's steady movement to taking off. Gathering speed and making liftoff. Everything is going well, until a thousand miles off the coast of Hawaii. The right engine begins sputtering, but once more, it fixes itself shortly thereafter. The radio shuts down on the pilot, and he loses all transmissions with the Air Traffic Control Center. The pilot knows this is not a good time to be flying "blind," and begins turning back towards Hawaii, the closer stop for him. He thinks not to alarm the Vacationers as of yet, as he is sure they will not worry too much about spending another day in paradise. About 500 miles later, he announces to the passengers that they lost radio transmission a little while back so they were making a return to Hawaii hoping to beat out a bad storm that was going to be hitting the California Coastline in a few hours time. As he finished speaking to the passengers, the pilot picked up a strange signal, a mayday signal of sorts. Confused the pilot thinks only to try and contact the signal, and not Air Traffic Control. "Can you hear me, what's your location." *intelligible static* "Mayday" *static* "Lost.....Transmissions...Storm" *intelligible noises. "Repeat, repeat transmission." A storm rolled in in brilliant speed and the plane was assaulted with rain. "Can.....See.....Me?" "I can't see shit out here, state flight number please, I'll try and bounce your signal to ATC." The pilot began fiddling with switches, trying to find a signal on the transceiver, a signal of someone in charge. "Northbound......flight....67.......34000ft....Bearing northeast........" Something clicked in the pilot's head, it could have been the direction, but was most likely the height. They appeared to be heading in opposing directions, and at the same height. Thinking quickly, the pilot turned to radio the passengers. "Hold on tight!" Was all he had time to get off as he turned the plane downward and west, hoping to avoid the potentially oncoming aircraft. The passengers began to murmur about this sudden outburst and were driven to a panic as the oxygen masks dropped. The Pilot's brow was covered in sweat as he noticed a glimmering peice of metal amidst the lightning. Despite his best efforts, the plane was still heading towards him, in a directly straight line. A small personal plane, heading at this height, or...was the height incorrectly read? All the pilot knew was that these were potentially the last moments of his life. CRASH! It appeared the small aircraft collided directly with the tip of the airliner's wing. Sending off pieces of metal everywhere, damaging the hull of the plane. With little choice left and about to pass out from the loss of pressure, the captain aimed for a bit of land he could barely make out when lightning struck what appeared to be a mountain. Flight 278B, bearer of 143 passengers crashed late one December 29th. This is the tale of it's survivors. *bows* Thank you, thank you. Uhhh, character sheet is in due order. Oh, and guns, guns are a big no-no without good reason and approved by me. Guns must be in the hold, and must be kept in a locked bulletproof case, as with Airline regulation. This goes along with the regulation of all other weapons.(knives etc.) Also, with guns, you will be severely limited in Ammo, and the bullets shot will count against that total. Name -- Age -- Nationality -- Country you originate from. (in parenthesis, put what different types of nationalities made the character) Appearance -- (What you look like, give details on any extraordinary features or things that stand out. Comment on body type and build, clothing when they wake up after the crash. Hometown, State/Country -- Occupation Pre-Crash -- (Hoping to get some useful occupations here. These useful occupations include: Doctor, Construction Worker, Fisherman, Chef, Gardener, Police Officer(you'll see a reason why when on the island), etc...) Back story -- (Include reasons fro traveling to Hawaii, Business, Vacation, Relatives, Love, Need to get away, Running from something, Looking for something.)(Anything really big that you would want to kept hidden from people please include in the "Secrets" section below.) Virtues -- (Qualities others will find that they like, a key force in what will drive your character and what will draw others towards you or push them away.) Vices -- (Qualities others will find that are not so favorable, a key force in what will drive your character, and what will either draw others towards you or push them away.) Secrets -- (Note, DO NOT fill this section out and post it here, if you could, please PM me with these, make them interesting. If need be, use examples from "Lost" like the character Charlie who is addicted to Heroine. Can be character Traits, Vices, Virtues, and Back story) Possessions -- (Anything of note or value, something important to your character. Whether in their overhead bags or in the hold. Some of this stuff will be retrieved now and throughout the course of the RP. Clothes are a given, and should not be mentioned in this section.) Let's hope this is a big one and let's all make this good. (Last edited by Xeios on 01-28-07 07:27 AM) |
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Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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That's a good point, because, avoiding the awkward possibility you could be referring to a condom, the city of troy was infiltrated and everyone inside was murdered, not a good way to advertise amazing protection. |
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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I guess I should post my character.
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Name -- Vladimir White Age -- 20 Nationality -- American (Romanian) Appearance -- 5'11", extremely thin, weighing in at 87lbs. Black swept backwards hair parted in the middle, reaching to approximately the bottom of his ear in the front. His face is rather gaunt, cheekbones noticeable, as well as jawline. Generally wears tight black jeans, Chucks, and tight T-Shirts of gray-scale colors. A hoodie of black and dark gray is worn over his clothing unzipped. Hometown, State/Country -- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Occupation Pre-Crash -- Author of several well-known fiction novels. (will make up titles later so they can be either used as conversation in the storyline, or used in the story for development.) Back story -- Traveled to Hawaii to write a novel, particularly one of his favorite style, horror. Virtues -- Friendly, Creative, Well-spoken, Natural Leader, comes off as harmless, Sweet, and attractive. Vices -- Very Vindictive, holds grudges, has a sharp tongue. Secrets -- Lots and lots of secrets...Juicy secrets. Possessions -- A metal suitcase filled with blank ring-bound notebooks (10) and (35) Black pens, a leather-bound folder holding his "greatest work yet" his editor called it. (Last edited by Xeios on 02-01-07 02:18 AM)
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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I thought what lobster said was funny. Simply because it was a poor insinuation with the pause and such. If you read it like someone saying it then the delivery is perfect.
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Dragon skin is a terrible name, you just can't go around naming things fantasy names, we'd be the laughing stock of the world, they'll call our armor the "unicorn" or something effeminate like that.
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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Name -- Joshua La'fleur
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Age -- 46 Nationality -- America (French) Appearance -- Josh is about 6'2" and weighs 232lbs. His hair is graying and is cut short so as not to influence it's amount, he has a hooked nose and a roundish head. Not noticeably muscular and has a beer gut. Will currently be wearing a Hawaiian shirt, with khaki shorts. Hometown, State/Country -- Mars, Pennsylvania Occupation Pre-Crash -- Cardiologist Back story -- Joshua was in Hawaii for vacation from his job, he needed a break from life in general so he left alone without saying anything to his family. Virtues -- Dedicated, Good-hearted, always ready to help someone. Vices -- Alcoholic, takes his work too personally, Hard-headed. Secrets -- Cha cha cha, charmin. Possessions -- Medical bag filled with emergency medical supplies, never can be too safe. Bag filled with clothing. In his harry-on he had a new medical journal and a surgery textbook that he had worked on for the college classes he was planning to teach that summer.
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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I'm gonna start this RP up tonight!
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I know all of you are tired of waiting for RPs to start and stuff, so this one is going right up. Oh, another thing, I GREATLY ENCOURAGE more entries to be made, remember, just because there are faceless survivors with us, doesn't mean they can't turn into actual characters. Post new characters you want to play whenever you feel like it. Enjoy!
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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*Read discussion thread for introduction*
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Vladimir awoke with a shock. What was going on? One minute he was in the plane, the next...He sat up to his surroundings. Chaos. One word that could describe these moments. Fire surrounded them, beaches of white sand, Pieces of burnt metal littering the area in a surreal way. A smile came to Vlad's face, this would make a great story. He noticed his case located a bit away from him. He lifted his extremely thin body and moved towards it, grabbing it by the handle and stepping back a bit into what appeared to be a forest. The sight was truly magnificent, others panicked as they scuttled across the sand, the water, so clear and blue, marred by a large piece the fuselage buried slightly int he water, most of it sticking out. A reflection was caught from the sun off a glinting bit of aluminum. This was just as he had imagined it to be. Standing shakily Joshua noticed the condition they were in. It was fatal. He quickly attempted to make sense of everything, running for what seemed like a same spot to get a better look of what was going on. The plane had crashed, it was submerged partially in the water. People, people were hurt. He noticed one fellow who appeared to have been hit in the shoulder with some shrapnel. Joshua ran towards that man, and slid him across the sand, trying hard to keep the shoulder from getting too dirty. He grabbed a man who passed by and yelled for him to find his leather medical bag. The man did as he was told and ran to where Joshua pointed. He ripped a piece of the man who took the shrapnel's shirt, and prepared to operate. The bag was returned to him and he quickly opened it, he grabbed the shrapnel with one hand and ripped it out with one quick move. He then examined the area quickly. Good, no arterial damage. he applied the piece of shirt tightly onto the shoulder and wrapped it with some medical tape, he frantically fixed this unconscious man up. He needed to catch his breath, he was doing everything too quickly. Joshua barely comprehended the situation they were in he turned to look for any others who needed help.
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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Just because David Bowie had sex with a man...or a couple...doesn't mean he's a gateway to homosexuality! |
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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Hello hello, I remember you, do you remember me?
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welcome backness.
Xeios |
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Joshua turned to the man who he had just helped. he shook his head.
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"No, no, sit down. What's your name?" Josh forcefully sat the man down and began focusing on him it seemed like no one else was in great danger from what he could tell. "I could use some help getting people together and away from the wreckage, other than that, if you see anyone with anything more that superficial injuries please call me. I'm Joshua by the way, Joshua La'Fleur." He stared once again the the man he forced to sit down, and pulled his pen flashlight out, searching the man's eyes for notifications of a concussion. Vladimir took in the beauteous sight. Though he found the fire to be attractive, it was nothing like the sight of the sun rising behind the fuselage, casting an eerie shadow over a large amount of land, leaving the fuselage, the people, and the wreckage, immersed in shadow. Removing the details from a existential point of view, to a completely surrealistic, artistic point of view. Giving a deep wrenching sense of emotion with the colors. Something plopped to the ground beside him, and he heard footsteps. Vlad turned nonchalantly and there standing before him was a monkey. The monkey of light brown fur and long tail, what scientists and other technical people would consider a Spider Monkey. This creature was surely domesticated as it approached Vlad's figure, arm outstretched in disbelief attempting to figure out what these things that came here in the fire were. A finger lightly touched Vlad's waist, and the monkey leaped backwards. It began making some noise, a noise unintelligible as it made off through the woods. were it not for it's touch, Vlad would assume that he was envisioning something because of a head injury. Thinking of possible injuries, Vladimir checked himself, and noticed that he was entirely unscathed, no bodily harm had come to him. This was oddly profound to him, all of what had happened had already sunk in, this experience left him only mentally experienced, the way his life had run in the past. A shocking thought of other people came to mind. Vlad glanced around, noting the state they were in, no one seemed to be in true harm, no physical damage for the living. Those who had taken a serious injury appeared to be dead. Every last one of them. Surprising, yet even more fantastical. Vlad began taking long strides into the area of the carnage, taking everything in. Remembering as much as he could, this was great material. (Last edited by Xeios on 01-30-07 03:58 AM)
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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*slaps*
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Shaduppayouface! I'll have not flame-baiting in my office! Out with you! *thwaps*
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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Vladimir noticed how people were helping each other, while he was simply taking it all in. They appeared safe for now. Well, as safe as possible. He noticed a guy and a girl, the guy had just helped the girl out of what appeared to be a jam. He walked calmly over to them, noticing that they too were not seriously injured.
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"Nice to meet you Kiler, I'm Vladimir, you can call me Vlad if you choose." Vlad smiled. his face was very handsome, and young, but he was so thin, problems with sleeping were the cause. That and his strict diet of eating once a day, only when hungry was his philosophy. Joshua nodded. "Yes, keep still as long as possible. Don't want to put any extra strain on that arm." He took the man's left hand in his own left and shook once. "Nice to meet you Eric. Under such sad circumstances though." Josh stood up and walked around, examining people he came across, no one was seriously injured, it was odd. Everyone who took a serious injury was already dead by the looks of it, there could have been more however. He walked back to Eric, and sat in the sand next to him. Panic setting in, but not letting it show.
Xeios |
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Vlad looked at Kiler as he clearly made advances on Brady. Trying to change the subject quickly he began talking.
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"Don't you think it's odd that we're only superficially harmed, if harmed at all?" Vlad wasn't a good conversationalist sometimes, he was much more poetic on the page.
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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Vlad went over to the woman with Brady. He helped pull her out of the situation she was in, what with the near-drowning and all. He at once noted her accent.
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"You're Russian." (Same with me anything in <> is in Russian and cannot be deciphered by anyone that doesn't speak Russian.(My character speaks 5 languages, BTW, Russian, German, French, Romanian, and, of course, English.)) < Do you speak Russian? > Vlad hoped that she could understand him, it would be interesting to meet another person who could speak Russian at this point. (Last edited by Xeios on 01-30-07 06:18 PM)
Xeios |
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(OOC - I honestly don't think I was the cause XD)
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Vlad nodded and leaned down towards her leg, it was caught in a seat. He pulled the handle on the one side and leaned the seat backwards slowly, allowing the opening to get just large enough for her ankle to slip through. He smiled kindly at her. < Intellectual, nah, linguist, philosopher, and artist, at your service. Appears the plane crashed, just as I'd imagined it would be. The living here are...relatively unscathed, the dead are horribly mutilated though. This island, that we crashed on, it's...huge. > He turned and looked at the Island from a different point of view, the Island appeared to be about 7 miles wide, at least as far as he could tell, no way of knowing how deep the jungle would take them. The panic began subsiding, people were huddled together around a Portly fellow. Vlad gestured to the others. < Let's go see what he has to say. > "Let's go see what he has to say." Joshua had gathered most of the people to him, the ones who were injured and unable to be saved, he left behind. He spoke to this crowd now, trying to gain a better understanding of them. "People, listen to me, this tragedy, will be even more tragic if we all die here in a panic. The best thing for us to do, will be to find something that we can work on, and pass the time until we are rescued. We must first worry about a camp, then a signal fire. Now, who will do what!?" Josh was not a great motivational speaker, he was more of a practical man, one who did not dwell on words to fight his battles for him, but instead his actions. He had no time for sentiments for the dead.
Xeios |
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Hey, dude, it's all still there, you have it set so you don't see threads that haven't been posted in for 30 days |
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So, you don't have to rewrite everything, just out basic storyline. Which means I might scrap my character here and bring ou the one I actually wanted to play.
Xeios |
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Vlad repeated the statement in English for Joshua. The portly fellow was going to be looked up to as a leader, for reasons beyond Vlad. He noted muscles and guns over there, he thought there was about to be a showdown, but that was not going to happen this soon. The surrounding of people seemed faceless, they meant little to him right now. Muscles, Guns, Portly, Brady, Marika, and Kiler were all he knew, they were the only ones who stood out. A murmur of the crowd, and everyone realized they needed to do something. Some cleared wreckage, some used existing fires to build up a camp fire/signal fire. The island was warm. Though the fire would keep most animals away. He shook his head and walked towards the fuselage, he was prepared to raid the overhead bags, then try and find the cargo hold.
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Joshua sighed as everyone began moving away from him, people irked him sometimes. Though he was often jovial, he didn't like glamour. It was not him, and he knew that being a doctor he would get enough of it. He had trained in surgery for so many years, Cardiology was a branching from his original passion.
Xeios |
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LOL! The title bar is hilarious
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"Arrest Made After 'Suspicious Packages' Paralyzed Boston..." why was Boston Paralyzed you ask? I have no Idea, I didn't even read the article, just the title bar.
Xeios |
You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 1171 days
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Joshua became alarmed at this, he was a very practical man.
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"No, no, no, no, no, no. No one is to enter the forest until we set up a base camp! We also need a head count. I'll get started on that." Joshua began counting those around him, all those for as far as he could see. It appeared there were 34 or 35 people. So many survivors, especially with the condition the plane is in. Split in the middle it seems, the tail of the plane missing, cockpit stuck in some trees a little ways into the forest. Middle of the plane halfway under water, thrust into the sand there. "I second the plan of going into the forest." Vlad had returned from the fuselage, bearing gifts. A smile ran across his face. "This case was broken open, it appears the owner of this was a hunter of sorts." Vlad opened the case with the broken latches, and there was a sight to behold. Knives, ten of them. Bowie knives in particular, as well as some more appealing to the eye knives. Vlad placed the case on the ground and grabbed an almost silver colored kukri(http://swordforum.com/articles/ams/kukri.jpg picture here) with it's sheath. He strapped it to his belt and smiled. This was going to be a fun hike. "So, what say we go off and have a merry stroll in the forest." Vlad seemed quite happy actually, not nearly beginning to be depressed or saddened by this tragedy. He planned on keeping himself busy, and he would also like to experience as many things as possible here, experience makes the best books after all. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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