[center]Hello! It's been a really long time since my last roleplay and for that i am sorry.
But back to buisness this is a roleplay that i've been thinking about for sometime, drawing inspiration from my cousin who came up with the original idea.
I am really excited to get started again and i hope this roleplay becomes very popular.
So with that, let's get started![/center]
I stood on a skyscraper, scanning the wide viewspace below me. my eyes narrowing as i watched the people below me.
it was buisness as usual in the gloomy city below. Sighing in dissapointment i began to search for a better vantage point.
i stepped back a few steps, taking in the view as i went. then quickly i began running and threw all the force i had available into my leg,
hurling myself from the building. as i did so my hands and feet started disintegrating at the tips and working towards my torso and head.
they didn't simply disappear though, they turned to sand. just floating in the breeze, i now resembled a faceless figure of sand.
my featurless face (excluding the shifting sand making up my head.) scanned the area below me.
my gaze stopped on an alley off one of the main roads, the alley seemed stereotypically suspicious.
i hovered a few meters above the alleyway finally laying eye on what i was looking for.
i saw a dark shadow, though it is not the same shadow you might think...this shadow was not two dimensional stuck to the ground.
this shadow was three dimensional and it was crouching in the darkness of the alleyway.
this one resemble a squat, human-like figure. they can usually take the form of many things, why the shadow chose this he was not sure.
the shadow was rummaging through trash that the wind blew into the damp path.
this one is a stray. i thought. it doesn't have any affiliation with evil forces. strays are usually passive by nature and only cause trouble when bothered.
even then they only play harmless and pointless pranks. such as stealing shoes and such. with another sigh i pushed away from the roof. i'll probably have better luck tommorow. i said to myself as i floated off.[/center]
[center]1.All forum rules apply here.
2.Do not make your character overpowered or invincible.
3. do not kill another character without character owner's permission.
4.Do not overreact or underreact to a situation.
5. be nice.
6. no inappropriate content
7.keep blood and such to a minimum...we want a fight, not a mess.
8.you may swear but not too much.
9.as soon as you make your character you are allowed to post, don't wait to be accepted.
10.A maximum of three characters are aloud and must be assigned a color to make sure there is no confusion.
11.Enjoy the roleplay [/center]
Text Color: (Only if you have multiple characters.)
[center]My Character App.
Appearence:Light skin, Deep Brown eyes,Blonde-Light Brown hair that is spiked up at the front
Clothing:Brown hooded jacket, Jeans, Black tennis shoes, fingerless leather gloves.
Weapons:A Stone,Two-Handed Sword.
Abilities:the ability to control and manipulate sand and stone.
History:Many years in the past there lived a king, who more than anything loved his throne. one day he was visited by a psychic who told him his son would overthrow him should he remain in the country. the king, enraged sent the woman away, but what she said had worried him. when his son was born the king sent the boy to the country that would one day be known as britain. the boy grew up as a scholar due to his adopted family being educators. one day patramusso was explaining a theory to other scholors they laughed at him. patramusso then set out to prove himself right. he came across a ruin that had long since eroded away. the scholar aproached runes upon the stone. which are the runes he had been looking for. he began translating the runes and as he finished he began to hear a voice in his mind. the voice made him to beleive he would become invincible with his help. though the voice had tricked the scholar and he began to fall apart as sand. the voice took pity on him upon hearing the scholars cries of pain. he told the scholar that he will be able to become strong by using the knowledge of the earth. the scholar at first knew not what the voice had meant. though as he concentrated the sand often moved. he began to control the sand and he formed his own body. the scholar being made of stone was immortal. and was difficult to kill.
Other:growing up in britain gave him a pretty cool accent.[/center]