The Invasion - Redux

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:22 pm

What you need to know-

This is a role play based on the invasion of our planet. The main location for this role play is a small suburb not too far from Atlanta, Georgia; in Lawrenceville to be more exact. We all play our daily roles, humans.
Be original, but be real! Even if you have to act like your normal ol' self. This may be a futuristic style role play; but we need to be as true to ourselves as possible.
Our president, as of the start of the role play, announced that aliens exist. Along with other global leaders, they all welcomed the 'Visitors'. It was their mistake. As these aliens very closely resemble us. Perhaps they are why we are on this planet. Their only known features that differ from ours, are pointed ears; they all seem to have necklaces that are implanted on their necks.
You only know as much as your character can theorize. My character happens to be a lot like me. He runs a large online community. He researches all kinds of useless information. Aliens happen to be one of his favorite, or used to be. He has more proof than he needs to know that these are what put us here, and potentially why.
The year is 2012. So electric cars and things of the nature are welcome, but flying or hovering, not so much.

What I need to know-

Basic character information, who they may know and what not as well. I don't need a major amount of history behind them. Only what they would probably let their friends know.
Any examples of previous role plays on this website.
Where/how you plan to enter this role play.

Please do not post in the IC thread until I give you the go ahead. All site rules apply to this role play and OOC.

Click here for the IC thread!

Sweet Angel Jocelyn · by **Sweet Angel Jocelyn** on Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:45 pm

Alright. Here we go for me. ^.^

Name: Storm Rainwolf
Age: 19
Information: She is friend with the man that runs the online community, though she doesn't know that he runs it. She is a college student who really doesn't want to have to deal with these 'visitors' and her exams. All she knows is that aliens actually do exist, though she always believed that, and that they are there to be friends. She doesn't quite believe that they mean no harm, but she will see what becomes of this whole think.
Appearance:

Example of my writing from X-men Rise of the Heros.
" Heaven walked around the streets of New York, highly amused. She had never been around so many people! Her long blond hair brushed around her shoulders as she walked with the steady grace of a girl just coming into womanhood, and the curious look of a woman who had yet to forget her girlhood. She attracted looks from various people, mostly men who liked the idea of the innocent girl to corrupt. But there was also the occasional observant woman who noticed that her lighter flame was bigger than usual. Her blue jeans clung to her small waist as she walked slowly, her hips swaying, mesmerizing the man behind her. She noticed people admiring her royal blue tank top, or at least that was what she thought that they were looking at.
Heaven had decided earlier that day, that she wanted to go to the park, since she had heard so much about Central Park. She had found out how to get there, and at that moment was entering the park, curious of what it was that was so special about it. It was big, obviously, and beautiful, but she didn't see why it was so famous. Sitting down under a tree, she took out her lighter, looking at the Celtic design before flicking it to light. She smiled and made that design with the fire, finding it all the more beautiful with the red orange color.

Jolene Black drove her mustang to the pizza place that she was known to frequent, and got out. She patted the soft top, smiling. Every Native American needed a couple horses, and this baby had enough to suit her. Walking in the beautiful woman approached the counter, ordered a large supreme and sat down at her usual booth. She pushed her long black hair out of her face before taking out a leather breifcase, that held her plans for class the following day. Being a kindergarten teacher wasn't as easy as most people thought, and though she planned out her days, only the beginning of the list got done, so she was forced to reorganize every day. "

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Sat Apr 18, 2009 8:35 pm

Welcome to the game Jocelyn.

You would know my character only by Ace for now, he appears to be around 22; but you've never really known for sure.

You may post whenever you are ready!

Traziel · by **Traziel** on Sat Apr 18, 2009 9:13 pm

I was a bit unsure as to how I would implement "who I may know" into the profile. Am I supposed to know the other characters beforehand or will an event occur that leads to us crossing paths? (Like living close by,etc.)

Name: Vincent DuValle
Age: 23

Vince was never too big on friends. He had a select few that he choose to hang out with during the week, but more than often he kept to himself. As an atheist, his life's purpose is to simply enjoy it. With a steady stay-at-home job, Vince is often glued to his computer. What he does on there is anyone's guess, but he does frequent sites others may find weird or inhumane. The recent public announcement of aliens peaked Vince's interest and thus sparked a never-ending search for information on who they are, what they are, and where they came from. Supernatural events often grab his interest and has led him to have a plethora of literature and movies based on such. As a person, Vince is very down to earth and a pure intellectual. Despite his secluded nature, he is very open towards those he finds interest in. Anyone who knows him knows that Vince is also writes great poetry and has a deep voice that can be very harmonic. Life is a day-to-day event with him and he takes them as they come. Minor trifles and senseless bickering are things he ignores. His dislikes stem from conceit, and other shallow mindsets, to klutziness and people of low intelligence by choice rather than circumstance. Any side information would consist of his minor smoking habit, fondness of alcoholic beverages, a very rational way of handling situations and emotions, and a liking towards most if not all women. Status wise he would be placed in the middle class, with an Associates degree in both Psychology and Information Technology. He lives in a moderate sized home, with an all black 2000 Mustang in the driveway.

Appearance: Physically Vince is very lithe at first sight, but underneath his apparel is a well toned form from his former years of playing football throughout high school. His eyes are a light brown that is very visible in broad daylight, and they match the dark caramel tone of his skin. His hair is cut low due to his disliking of the nappy appearance his hair gets when grown out. His attire may consist of a t-shirt of any color with no logo, and jeans of varying blues and blacks. His shoes, always Air Forces (Nike), always match the shirt that he's wearing.

This post sample was taken from "Hellgate: The Dream (Ch.1)"

"Master Zxeis? Master Zxeis, are you alright?" the words echoed in his mind but they were masked by his own thoughts. The dream was so real, and even to this very moment that feeling of energy could still be felt throughout him. He couldn't focus, it was becoming too much to take in. "Zxeis!" a female voice bellowed. The sound rung through his head and instantly snapped him out of his daydreaming. "If you're going to have such noisy company then do at least pay attention to them." she said before trailing back into the inner halls. Her gait was elegant, as if she were floating. Zxeis nodded in response and then returned his gaze back to the two mistresses nestled underneath his arms. "I do apologize for such an inconvenience. My mind is slightly riddled with thoughts. Some time alone may be of need." he said softly. Without question the two young ladies each gave a kiss to either cheek before rising to their feet. A moment's curtsy and they would take their leave from the center area.

The scenery looked different through his eyes this morning. Despite the luxurious beauty of the gardens, the heavenly serenade of the large fountain's rushing water, the elegant statue of a lady holding a bucket in a pose much provocative. It all was to his liking, but beneath every object, within every corner, was the darkness. With every glance different scenes of his dream continued to replay in his head. The shadow's embrace was cold yet it soothed him into a state of ecstasy. The worst being that his own shadow seemed to grimace at him, its shape being distorted and more satanic than usual. It seemed to be alive, and that alone sent chills along Zxeis's spine.

Zxeis wanted his guests to stay, their company made him feel safe, but even their shadows reacted to this unholy aura that emitted from him. Zxeis brushed away a few strands of his hair out of his visage and pressed his back against the white bench he was sitting on. His eyes rose to the sky, where at least there there was no darkness... And then he remembered nightfall. All the while these countless thoughts found refuge in his head, his attention was drawn away from the event that seemed to be occurring without his permission. Suddenly Zxeis's chills grew more sharp but he couldn't move as he felt someone nestled back underneath his arm.

The shock prevented Zxeis from yelling out but it was true he was more than weirded out. The dark matter that formed his shadow had now taken the form of his mistress. Though the image was very faint, the feeling was more than real. His shadow had somehow copied the girl's figure and created an illusion as if to comfort him. "Of all the dreams, the dream in which I am endowed with the power of darkness itself turns out to be real." Zxeis moaned to himself. The enigma emitted a giggle of sorts, as if it were directly in tact with Zxeis's emotions before melting back into the cobblestone path in which his shadow had originally resided. "I don't fully understand what you are, but I'm assuming I have no choice but to adjust and find out." Zxeis said with a light smirk. In all reality he was still a bit startled but it was more reassuring that this power did not want to overtake and consume him. I mean, it is darkness.

Zxeis stood to his feet and stretched momentarily before leaving the inner garden. Now on the other side of the tall columns that line the corridors surrounding, he began to head towards the front of the luxurious estate. The main doors were tall and their marble furnishing gave them a glossy look that very well matched the exquisite designs etched into them. The double doors would creek open as Zxeis slipped his slender form through and headed down the center walkway. The exotic aroma of flowers hit him once again, courtesy of his mother's taste in decor, as he made one final exit out of the high steel gates. Zxeis personally thought all this extravagance was too much and being around it for too long would poison him. His hazy gray eyes looked off in the distance to the tall wall that separated the commoners from the rich. That was his current destination. He took a single look back at his family's estate,rubbing his hand along the Rorcell name that was engraved on a brass sign, before heading off in the direction of the gates. "All this elegance, accompanied with weird powers, is far too much for me today. A trip to the commoner's market should hopefully block out all these thoughts... Hopefully." Zxeis mumbled to himself. Of course, the moment would have been a bit more satisfying if he didn't look down in response to his shadow giggling once more at his words. "... This is going to be a long day."

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Sat Apr 18, 2009 10:34 pm

Excellent post. As far as your question. We will all meet up, as we all live by each-other, somewhere in this suberb. As far as knowing each other now, that isn't needed. You just need to know that we have been "Attacked" and massive damage has been done. We will all meet under these circumstances.

Script · by **Script** on Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:33 pm

Name: Sky
Age: 15
Appearance: Short ruffled brown hair that matches his dark brown eyes. Smooth boyish features, as well as being quite short create an overall effect of making him look several years younger than he actually is, much to his annoyance. Not strongly built but quite athletic. Wears plain clothing, t-shirts and tops, normally whites and blues as well as jeans with trainers.
Personality and Information: Quiet and shy, but easy to like, takes a backseat role rather than one of leadership. Can be panicky in emergencies. Generally popular at his school but only has a few really good friends, in his classes he gets around average results but gets the work done on time. Lives with his mother who suffers from an undiagnosed illness that restricts her movement one day, but leaves her fine another, on the bad days he has to take time off of school to care for her and occasionally drops behind in his studies because of it. Spends most of his spare time reading or on the internet, interested in mainly fantasy novels. Hasn't put much thought into aliens, and is more concerned about school than impending invasions - until the invasion of course, when it becomes a little hard to not think about it.
Who he knows: Is likely to know most people who go to the local school as well as those who use the local library

Example of RP from Angels vs Demons - The Continuing War:

Alanna strode confidently through the forest, despite the fact she had no allegiance to the demons, her appearance served to fool casual onlookers into thinking she was a demon herself, and her power served to teach any who challenged her a lesson. Spotting a young demon girl training she paused, before turning to the large demonic Felguard that was following her "Stay here and intercede if necessary." she ordered before walking out "Greetings young demon." she said, inclining her head "I have been admiring your skill with blades, such prowess for one so young. But perhaps you are not so young as you seem? My name is Alanna, might I inquire as to yours?"

[not the most impressive I know but it was all I could find - I've done better on other sites]

I'll probably enter in a similar fashion to everyone else, invasion starts, house falls down etc. with the added complication of his mum's condition.

Garibaldi · by **Garibaldi** on Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:44 pm

This is my first attempt at joining a role play on this site, and so naturally I have no idea if I should expect to be able to join in, if I'm breaking some rule I glazed over, or generally messing up somehow.

I also don't really have a sample to give you... I haven't role played in a forum for years. If that's a deal-breaker, let me know.

Donald Chadwick

Don is a 22 year old of mostly wasted potential, living in the basement of his parent’s house. He has an unfinished degree in music technology at a university that he found out too late he couldn’t afford. Now he works as a barista at an appropriately trendy faux-bohemian coffee shop, where his particular brand of sarcasm and “hipster cool” is appreciated. He spends his entire paycheck on more and more musical equipment, mooching entirely off his parents for food and living space. He is an aspiring musician of impressive technical ability but as of yet mediocre creative output. He spends the bulk of his free time slaving over his first album, which he often talks about but never lets people listen to.

Donald usually makes a pretty bad first impression, but despite being "hip", sarcastic and hypocritically judgmental, Don still manages to be liked. At the end of the day, he’s sarcastic out of a sense of fun, not malice. He’s humble in subtle ways, too; he knows that beneath his self-styled elitism he’s a deadbeat loser, and isn’t afraid to admit it.

He’s always thought of himself as looking a great deal like Dave Sitek, but nobody else seems to know or care who that is. People more often liken him to a scruffy Matthew Perry. Don finds this insulting.

Up until recent events, Don has had no interest in extraterrestrial activity. He’s always had a sort of “let me know when this applies to me” mentality about things like that. Ironically.

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Thu Apr 23, 2009 11:13 pm

Welcome to the Role play, I'm more than happy to have you with us! I'll let you post before I reply to the others!

To you others, sorry it's taken me so long to get back; work has had me tied down pretty rough lately.

Garibaldi · by **Garibaldi** on Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:13 am

I decided to keep with the growing theme and have my character black out at the end of my post as well. Heh.

Also, what is the policy here about cursing? I censored myself just in case.

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:21 am

Good idea with the black out as I'll have us all come to, together.

Cursing is allows within context. That means, it's perfectly fine in a role play. I mean, the world is "ending" who doesn't curse?

It's not okay if you are just cursing at someone just because you don't like them.

Edit: I will be posting some time tomorrow as it is 1.21am here, time for bed.

rainyday_smile · by **rainyday_smile** on Fri Apr 24, 2009 8:18 am

Mine ^.^
I hope it’s not too late?

Name: Alexandra (Alex) Veron
Age: 21

Basics: Alex is a plucky young woman with a sometimes dangerous fondness for adventure. She’s eccentric, stubborn and has a large loyalty streak. Working as a bar tender she naturally heard about the aliens within a few hours of the speech. Alex didn’t take much notice at the time, she was intrigued but promised herself she’d do some research when she clocked off. She’s an open and welcoming person, if the aliens mean no harm Alex would coexist peacefully. However if the aliens have the intention to harm, she would make them wish they had not come to Earth. Alex is a fighter when necessary and hates to admit that she loves a good fight. Most of the time she’s down to Earth, intelligent and relatively nice; but she won’t take anybody bossing her around.

Example: ^.^ From ‘Run Away Princess’, sorry it’s kind of long.

Jaiden walked through the small village with her pink hair tucked underneath a hood, it would only cause trouble if people saw the unnaturally vibrant colour. She stopped at stalls set up by the local villagers and pretended to look like an interested tourist, asking about a particular item while she slipped food and change into her pocket while the stall owner was distracted, gushing about their fabulous wares and items. The hustle and bustle of the markets were the perfect place to steal – no, permanently borrow – the food and other necessities she would need to continue surviving another week.

“How much is that there necklace?” She asked the shopkeeper of one of the many vegetation stalls, Jaiden wasn’t interested at all as to why a vegetation stall had a necklace for sale, she was only interested in the apples now making their way into her deep pocket.
The woman she had asked smiled kindly at her and lifted the necklace off of its stand, “For you my dear, free. It has been a curse upon this stall from the moment I got it. Take it dear.” She pressed the necklace into Jaiden’s hand and shooed her away before turning to the next customer.

Jaiden turned the necklace over in her hands, it was a black stone surrounded by gold trim on a gold link chain.
It’s quite pretty, don’t you think? Should we keep it? she asked herself, or more specifically the other conscious inside of her.
If we must. In my opinion we should start heading back anyway, keep it if you like it. Otherwise, trash it.
Jaiden nodded once to herself and stuffed the necklace into one of her many pockets and headed off in the direction of the tree she had made her temporary home in.

She was close to camp when she saw the smoke coming up out of the trees, she had taken her hood off and her pink hair flowed around her, reaching to the middle of her back. Jaiden picked up the pace, her feet not making a sound as they hit the ground in a running tempo, she arrived at her tree moments later. Three people were huddled around her tree and her campfire, she was livid. They hadn’t noticed her yet and one had a sword drawn, oh the stupidity of it all was too much. Jaiden moved closer to the trio, coughing to get their attention before speaking.
“What are you doing in my forest, huddled around my campfire and under the cover of my home tree?” She spat vindictively, she would stop and hear their stories. If the stories didn’t add up, she wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence.

Entry: I think, if it’s acceptable, that I will have Alex return home from work and experience the first few tremors. I’ll then have her be knocked out with a piece of falling debris, seems to be the majority of what’s happening to the characters so I figured it might be the best road.

Looking forward to writing with you all ^.^

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Fri Apr 24, 2009 8:31 am

Actually I'll let you slip in your post before I put up mine! Welcome!

imogen_22 · by **imogen_22** on Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:47 am

Victoria Langstrom

Age: 22

Occupation: Literature professor at the local high school

Basics: Victoria is a somewhat sassy, opinionated woman, never one to back down in an argument. Her temper, although heated when brought on, is for the most part kept in check. She has a somewhat cynical sense of humor, sometimes causing her to come off as bitter or negative. Despite her frequent use of sarcasm, though, she has her genuine moments, in which a slightly gentler and sweet Victoria reveals herself. Under pressure she does alright, though she usually becomes more prickly and irritable than normal, lashing out with spiteful, sarcastic comments at poor individuals that just happen to have said the wrong thing at the wrong time. She has always loved to read, especially science fiction. This being, her all time favorite novel is A Brave New World.

Her reaction to the discovery of aliens was similar to the majority of the population, though mixed with a giddy bit of excitement. After all, it's like a scene straight out of one of her sci-fi novels, except real. Will she still think that if the aliens prove to be less then peaceful? Probably not.

*Appearance: Victoria is a rather attractive woman with a curvy build, kept toned through jogging and yoga classes. Her face is made up of clearly feminine features; a soft, bow shaped mouth, subtly prominent cheek bones and intelligent hazel-green eyes. Often pulled into a hasty and half falling out up-do, her hair is a copper brown, falling a couple inches past her shoulder blades when left down. She has an olive toned complexion, unblemished for the most part asides from a faint birth mark on her right shoulder.

*Reference: http://hellwoman.deviantart.com/art/Kar ... 3-84973448

Example: From 'The Life Noir'

imogen_22 wrote:"Aw, stop it, Ben. You're making me blush." Marty batted a hand in mock embarrassment before clasping both behind his head, lying across the couch. Upon reflection, he realized that the fact Ben had homemade cheesecake in his fridge was slightly ominous. Not that Marty was an expert, but Ben never seemed to be the baking type.

He was going to make a comment as the man entered the room again, precariously balancing an old silver tray on one hand, but stopped. For some reason that Marty couldn't quite pin point, Ben's expression looked different. Very slightly, yes, but different, somehow tainted with...wistfulness? Marty frowned. He himself had never found cheesecake to be a particularly depressing food, and he certainly didn't think that Ben was the type to be saddened by a dense, cheese based confection. Obviously, he was missing something.

Jo's question cut off his pondering train of thought. Flipping over to face her, he imitated her position, with his head propped up with both hands. "Well, you could say I'm a freelance photographer. But the term freelance constitutes actually working, which I honestly don't do much of," he grinned, "So I think a more appropriate term would be a part-time freelance photographer."

"And how do I know Ben?" he scratched his cheek, thinking. "A couple years ago, we both happened to be working with the same magazine. Some guy, and we've yet to know if he was mentally stable or not, decided to put us together on a project and the rest," he flopped back down again, "is history."

He finally had to sit properly to accept his portion of cheesecake and a much needed mug of coffee. Marty took a bite, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the cake was half decent. "Not bad, Ben. But I'm guessing this," he gestured to the cake, "isn't your doing?"

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Fri Apr 24, 2009 5:59 pm

A Brave New World

Just for citing that, you are absolutely more than welcome to take part in this. I just made another new post; though it is rather short, it would be a great entrance for you if you were among the first of the survivors found.

imogen_22 · by **imogen_22** on Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:11 pm

Yay, I posted. ^^

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Fri Apr 24, 2009 11:16 pm

Aye an' now thur be replies! ARGGHHH

Sorry v.v; Pirate mood.

imogen_22 · by **imogen_22** on Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:29 am

By the way, is there any character sheet for Ace? I just wanted to see how Victoria and he might know each other, if he was young enough to be one of her students or if he was the same age, etc.

Vexar · by **Vexar** on Sat Apr 25, 2009 10:10 am

Not quite, I typically only allow information to be passed out through role playing. He is 22 years old, however. Works in an undisclosed place so far; manages the online community. He doesn't actually know if he has met anyone on his online site, in real life, though. She would have most-likely seen him around after getting home from work, he might be outside on his laptop, washing his car, etc. He lived diagonally to her house's right.

Garibaldi · by **Garibaldi** on Sat Apr 25, 2009 1:54 pm

We're all 22 in this town!

Sweet Angel Jocelyn · by **Sweet Angel Jocelyn** on Sat Apr 25, 2009 2:00 pm

No, Storm is 19 and Sky is 15. Just the majority is 22 lol.

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