So, I recently read a very enlightening rant about Rp's by Loki... and I want change in how we do rps. I'm pretty much a newbie at it myself but, the old way to do it seems a lot more fun really, and I want to try it. If anyone here would like to try it with me, I'd really appreciate it, especially if you're an experienced rp'er who can show me the ropes a bit. I'm going to post up a few sentences that could be used as a plot, and we can work off of that, OR you can post your own plot starter of a few sentences max and we can use that. Depending on how many people decide to join, we can vote on which starter to use or simply pick one at random. Before you enter a character though, I'll have to ask that you take this quiz. I don't want to know your score or anything, but I think it might help you create a character that's easy to use and that you can connect with on some level. I'm being kind of confusing now, so I'll just cut to the chase already. My plot starter:

The third world war has broken out, and it is on the verge of destroying the world. Children from countries all over are banding together to try and stop this Using their own souls as collateral, they are making deals with demons, to find the cause, and try to prevent, total inhalation. 

Again though, you may suggest your own plot as long as it does not get to specific. It must allow for a large range of freedom. You may create a character before or after the plot is chosen, it does not matter to me, but just be sure that you create a flexible character if you do so beforehand, as not every character can fit into a certain plot.

I have three "golden rules". Yes I know I have rules and it is annoying, but since everyone follows the two important ones anyways I'm not worried about it.

1. No god-modding. It's obvious.

2. Play nice. See, it's not even really a rule, it's just here.

3. One character per person, it's confusing if you have too many. One allows you to bond with that character and prevents personality/placement mixups. (it isn't really that important, but it does make it easier to keep a good plot.)

Thank you for your time, can't wait to Rp with you all!

(Should I post my bio?)

((Lol, hey der! :D I must say, I was surprised to see my name on someone's thread, although it's a plesant surprise and I'm quite happy to see people taking action because of my words.

I will be joining this. :3 I quite like the theme you have written out already.

Also, links to blogs don't seem to work. Ever. It's a bit of a pain. >.>))

Name: Sumnor Pegagnyx

Age: Unknown, though rumoured to be well over 24,000 years old.

Country: England.

Appearance:
Sumnor stands at around 5'9" When stood perfectly upright, a ridiculously slender build for a boy his height - boy because he still appears to be 13 or 14. His hair is a shocking white, and is grown to around his waist. He is usually seen in a well tailored suit, the trousers and jacket the darkest black you are ever likely to see, the shirt a crimson red and the tie white. Over that he occasionally wears a long, tan-coloured trenchcoat with the collar usually propped up.

His eyes are a bright red, with shapes of a darker shade floating around in the iris. His appearance is flawless, other than a predominent scar running down the right side of his face, running from his forehead, missing his eye, and down his cheek to the side of his mouth. He usually wears black leather gloves made to fit his hands perfectly. Also, his shoes are constantly shined to perfection.

Personallity:
Sumnor is a generally uncaring soul, never liking to get involved in human squables or wars, preferring to sit by the sidelines and watch them fight it out. He can get along with people as long as they aren't too aggressive, enoying company whenever it is available. He finds it difficult to remain with company for too long however, as his immortality leave him out-living whoever he gets close to, leaving him only with pain when they leave their mortal chains.

History:
Sumnor is the only remaining vampire in his bloodline, the sole survivoir of a raid on his family home by demons, collecting on what they called a 'deal,' leaving him alone just a decade after his birth. He found his way to a clan, however, and grew into his more vampiric appearance, and was ran out of the settlement once his white hair and red eyes grew in, being shunned as the rest of his night walking race were.

Name: Michiko “Michee” di Liberta

Age: 14 years

Height: 4’7”

Country: Italy

Appearance:

A slim, frail-looking young girl who has somehow gotten herself caught up in this whole mess, Michiko, or Michee, is one who just loves to dress up. Her normal outfit is a very frilly, Victorian-style dress with a simplified bonnet and flats. The dress’ corset is white with red ribbons woven into the seams. The skirt of the dress is black with a red, frilly under-la
yer and white ribbons. Her bonnet is like a headband that ties around her neck, which is red with black lace underneath and a white ribbon across it. Her shoes match that same red with black soles. Michee’s hair is a medium red and is down to her knees in terms of length, kept back by just her bonnet as it is too much hair to tie up properly. She has hazel-green eyes that become more hazel when she’s excited or inquisitive, and greener when she’s scared or lonely. Her prized possession that is always kept on her person is her father’s medal of honor, engraved with the words: Dulce et Decorum est, Pro patria mori, as well as the emblem of the Italian republic. It is made of silver-finished bronze attached to a faded red, white and green ribbon. She also has three runes on her body, they were burned or branded onto the skin and so they scarred over and the skin is raised and blackened. There is one large rune on her back, and one on each shoulder. They are supposed to symbolize her demon pacts, with each rune being that demon's mark. The runes fade to become almost invisible when the pact ends or is broken.

Personality:

Despite the fact that she possesses a very mature sounding voice, she is extremely childish and a bit short-tempered. She speaks what she thinks and won’t hold back, even if what she thinks is insulting. Her belief is that you should never sugar-coat the truth or it will be like pouring salt in the open wound, in which case she believes whatever she thinks is the truth. Michee’s headstrong attitude can often lead to fits and pouting, should she not get what she wants or thinks she deserves. Although you wouldn’t believe it your first time meeting her, she is extremely intelligent and able to problem-solve better than most educated adults in their own fields. She is also very good with large groups of people, being able to get anyone and everyone’s attention using her shrill whistle and naturally loud voice. When she’s not dealing with something up the utmost importance to her, she is most often reading, eating sweets, or reading while eating sweets, her favorites being red licorice, taffy and fudge. It should be noted that, Michee gets lonely easily, and needs to constantly be with a trusted companion to feel at ease. When this condition is not met she gets moody and unpleasant, throwing insults, yelling, and every once and a while outright ignoring anyone who comes near. Like any other young girl, she is quick to trust, fast to love, and falls too hard when betrayed. Her emotions are amazingly fragile, and she can get very flustered when trying to explain her emotions to others, or even about others to herself. She needs a protector, and yet, she needs someone who can match her strong personality with one of their own. This way she can be in perfect balance and that person will know the best that Michee can be. Also, one should know that Michee cannot and will not sing, but she can play the synthesizer remarkably well. She is also quite the talented artist, and although she won’t admit it, she likes to design clothes when she gets inspiried.

History:

Michee was born in the city, but rejected by her father for having eyes like that of his deceased sister. She was raised in the background of her parents’ busy life by their maids and butlers, learning how to behave with respect and stay off to the side when other people were around. Living as a shadow in her own house for 10 years until her family hit a financial crisis and had to fire all their staff. It broke Michee’s heart to see them all leave, for they had raised her more than her own parents. But what was the most hurtful of all, was that her real parents fired her as well, forgetting that she was their daughter, and that she had nowhere else to go. Feeling very little attachment to her “parents” anyway, she went to live with one of the maids named Shana who adopted her. They lived happily together for three years before Michee realized she was only making trouble for Shana, who could barely scrape by on what she was making now, much less care for both of them. Michee left not long after that, she was able to sue her parents for a small fortune, all they had left, and hired a few of the staff again, Shana included, who was now engaged to an old man twice her age who had money enough for them to live in comfort. After a lot of work and stress, Michee managed to make more money than her parents had originally, through stocks, selling old belongings, and jobs of all sorts. At this point she was quite proud of herself for accomplishing what her “parents” could not, and she brought back as many of the staff from her childhood as she could, even their children were given jobs if need be. Somehow, she’d managed a miracle, making all her dreams come true within a year’s time. Even the many people that raised her were baffled by what her efforts had accomplished, but asked no questions as they knew she’d done it for them, no matter the method. It was around this time of utter bliss, that the world erupted in war, and Michee was unquestionably and irrevocably, drawn into the center of it.