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The RMS Titanic

The RMS Titanic

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You're a passenger on the Titanic, will you make it to dry land or will your fate be a watery grave?

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Introduction

Titanic


The Titanic was one of the largest vessels that man had ever built. It took just over two years to complete and was built in Ireland. It took 15,000 people to build the ship that was 882 feet in length and 92 feet wide. The Titanic set sale on the 10th of April 1912 and within five days...she had sunk.


The Ship


Image The Titanic was deemed practically 'Unsinkable' it only had 20 life boats - four more than people thought necessary.
The ship was the grandest that anyone had seen, beautifully decorated inside and well constructed: it was supposed to with stand anything.

The Titanic had it all, it had three different classes, barber shops, dining halls and even an indoor gym. Most first class passengers had maids and servents to bring them food and even do their laundery...


Plot



The plot is character driven. There is no set storyline as I want people to have freedom to interact with who they want to and make up their own storylines. Of course the only thing set in stone that the Titanic will sink. Please do not rush through the days to the sinking, build up relationships with other passengers, create crimes, drama and tragedy. Only I (the GM) will be able to make time changes from one day to the next so in order for it not to run too fast.

Characters


There will be four character positions that you can choose from:

First Class:
-Annaliese Blackwood Hale
Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton

Second Class:
-Beverly Brighton
-Abia Crane

Third Class:
- Tommy O'neil

So If you join, please tell me what class you desire to be in. Please keep the range diverse so there is not an over crowding in Third Class and too little in second class. Please also be aware of what your rooms looked like, how you were expected to act and how much money you would of had if you were in a class. Please do not strut around in fine clothes and lots of money if you are travelling in third class. Keep it real please :)

Describe your characters well please, and if possible please try not to use Anime pictures.
This is mainly a mature roleplay (I hate to use the world Adult as some people are mature than most adults) following themes such as love, crime, murder, tragedy and drama. Not everything will run smoothly. People will steal things on their bid to get rich and do anything for it. Others will have dreams they will never see.

At the end of this roleplay, you will play out whether your character dies or survives.

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The agitated look on Tommy's face had disappeared once he had swam through the wave of people clustering near the great ship's port, waiting for their turn to board the large ship that sat before them, her funnels already steaming black smoke as the engines warmed reading for her departure from the docks. The air was full of voices, the grumbling of the few Automobile's there and the clatter of horse's hooves against the cobbles; each sound echoing in the ears of the people there adding towards this buzzing atmosphere that was present that late morning.

A small smile flickered onto Tommy's unusually clean face, making sure he looked his best to board a ship of this caliber. His eyes scanned the rest of the crowd with a happy glint in them, he'd been part of making this ship...no matter how small and he was now about to board her, setting off on his new life to America to follow a new life. A large knot of nerves fastened in his stomach, he'd probably never see his parents again and he wishes he could of brought them with him; but he was not able to. Tickets weren't cheap and his parents were reluctant to go and had tried many times to stop him from going but once Tommy had forged a dream he would have a good shot of it.

Barging his way through the sea of people, he pushed himself to the wooden bridges, for each class. Exchanging a few words with the ship's attendant, he was directed along the narrow wooden bridge and hurrying along he made his way onto the low decks of the ship trying to keep his bag slung over his shoulder as he did so, finding it hard to while weaving in and out of the bustling passengers crowding through the narrow halls.

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It had felt like forever before Millie and her brother parted their hug, "Don't hurt yourself. There are thieves in this ship, I'm sure of it," her brother cautiously reminded her. She made a small chuckle and playfully rolled her eyes. She ignored the sentence soon after, "I'll write to you and Clarissa everyday," Suddenly a horn blared, indicating the passengers to aboard the ship. Her brother gave a small peck on the cheek and a goodbye before sliding it his automobile. Millie waved as her brother drove off. She had feelings of regret and selfishness but she would try to ignore them as long as possible. Maybe she could visit once everything was settled.

She brought several bags for her trip. Five were filled with clothes, Three were her toys and books. One was for her jewelry and make-up, carefully placed in a box. She had her violin case slung over her shoulder and an art file, a bag where she kept her canvases, paint brushes and paint. She had a small bag she had brought along. It was simple with lace and pearls as decorations. She had her purse in it. Wads of money and other valuables she kept close. She picked up her bags using a stroller and walked across the crowded port. She felt a small speck of Independence each time she took a step to the ship. It would be her first time outside of England and America would start be the start of a new life. She touched her mother's necklace, reminding herself to achieve her goals.

She exchanged words with a stranger, one of the ship's workers, to direct her to the first class. She walked to the halls and smiled widely, the hall was luscious as if it was for a princess. Something in her gut tried to warn her but her amazement eclipsed it.

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" Annaliese!"
The young woman, still almost a child in her parents eyes, raised her head at her name and quickly stepped forward, knowing her mothers impatience quite well. " Coming!" She called back calmly as she glanced down at her younger brother whose hand she held within her own at that very moment. " Come along James," She said down to him with a soft smile on her lips as she gently pulled him through the crowd and reached her parents. Both had worried looks on their faces but this soon vanished and was replaced by slight irritation and perhaps even embarrassment.

" We must get on the ship now if we are to depart on it," Her father said with a smile, his tone so obviously kind and joking. Anna smiled at her father as her mother took James' tiny hand and picked him up into her arms. The maid and nursemaid, along with a manservant, carrying their bags behind them as the family boarded the large ship known as the RMS Titanic.

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Millie opened her cabin door. The room was beautiful before she calmly walked into it and assembled her things. She had gotten bored of the luxury life, a reason why she ran away so the room was completely mild for her tastes. In truth, she felt like exploring the second and third classes. Once she was done, she dressed herself into a more suitable dress and left, locking the door on her way out.

"This is amazing," she said, her eyes glinting once she saw the Third Class' cabins. She walked along the halls, greeting everyone with a hello. At times, she would look into the cabins to see how they looked. Wooden and plain but it still amazed her.

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Abia smiled as she looked up at the magnificent ship. With four smoke stacks and what seemed like a hundred levels, she truly was the most elegant ship ever built. She stood amongst a throng of people, all jostling and pushing, some shouting to or at each other. Abia herself was rather confused, but did not show it. This was her adventure and she must embrace it. Life was hard-she knew that. But being an independent adult was better than any place she could go or be as a child.

"America, here I come," she whispered as she began to walk towards the great vessel. She carried three bags-two large ones and a smaller, purse like one. In the first large one, which she carried in her right hand, was an assortment of clothing. The bag was tightly packed, meant for a weeks worth of travel. The second, in her left hand, also held clothes, as well as a few personal items such as the few pieces of jewelry that she owned. The last bag, which she carried awkwardly over her shoulder and kept slipping off, was filled with all of her favourite books, as well as two to read on the way. She doubted she would read them though, as this would be an exciting adventure.

Unaware of somebody lurking behind her, she asked a worker where Second Class passengers were to board. He pointed her to one of the bridges to board the ship. It was larger than the third class, but smaller than the first class bridge. Thanking the man, she boarded the ship and searched for her room.

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William grinned, taking in all the sights of the crowd. He had already determined which bridge he was supposed to go across, but he stood, watching the first class passengers board. Many had numerous, luxurious bags and dressed in clothes much more fashionable than he. Will was supposed to have been in second class, like his father had promised him, so that he could 'watch' Abia. However, the liar had demanded he buy his own ticket after realizing just how much Abia's ticket had cost him.

I am now stuck with the filthy and poor. Perhaps one will have a priceless family heirloom? he thought. He soon spotted his sister heading into the mess of people, her long brown hair tied up into a loose ponytail. He followed her, dragging his tan, filthy bag behind him. He was not an experienced packer and had only brought with him some of his best clothing.

William Crane watched his little sister board, then decided it was his time to board also. Walking to the bridge, he was nearly pushed into the water by a man. Will mumbled to himself as he boarded and then found his room. It looked like he would be sharing it with four to five people. He set his bags down just as a beautiful girl came wandering down to third class, passing by his room.

He smiled to himself and stepped out of the room, watching as she explored the lower levels of the ship. "What is such a lovely lady doing down here?" he asked her, standing in the doorway to his room.

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Millie heard a question coming from a young man. She turned around, "Exploring," she said politely, "After all, it is a large ship," she gave a polite smile before walking away. Though she may not look like it, she knew not to talk to strangers. She knew about all the stories of men luring young girls. The man was still a stranger. Her eyes took one glance at him before looking at the other cabins.

She lightly touched her mother's necklace as she saw a family together. Though she just saw her brother, she still missed them. Her bumbling yet power-hungry father, her caring but easily confused brother and his wife, her naive younger sister and especially her mother.

For some reason, she felt eyes on her. Instinctively, she turned swiftly to the boy, "May I help you with anything?"

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Abia quickly found her room, sitting down on the single bed inside. On the other side of the room was a bunk bed, so she guessed she would be sharing a room with either a couple or two single travelers like herself.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of her father, who had stayed at the store instead of seeing her off. She knew that he loved her dearly, but he was always expecting so much from her. Her thoughts weren't on him for long before she thought of her brother. He had said his goodbye the night before, right before running an errand for their father.

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William considered her question before answering. He shook his head. "I would like to know your name miss, if it isn't a bother to you," he said, contradicting himself. Knowing that he sounded like a no-good beggar or even worse he decided to restate what he'd said. "I mean, it would be nice to know somebody on here. It seems that the individuals I will be staying with have not arrived yet," he explained, chuckling. "I am sorry if I sound rude in any way." He was attempting to sound somewhat intelligent, instead of the street urchin and thief that he really was.

This was how things worked in Will's mind. Flattery was a good start, but adding to it would eventually push one away. Not too much, but not too little. He needed to be careful with this girl, who obviously outshone anybody in third class. Rich people were either oblivious-which was the type he liked, easy to steal from- or they were actually one step ahead of him. He knew he shouldn't make assumptions about this young lady yet.

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Millie eyed the boy, looking at him carefully from head to toe, "It's alright. I've met dozens like you anyway," She didn't quite explain more on her last sentence. She had only met him and didn't know what he was. She shouldn't exactly put names on him first.

She considered telling him her name but not her last. Her family came up in the papers and were very well-known in England, "Millie Gerald," She never liked lying, she was a terrible liar but this wasn't a lie exactly. Her middle name was Geraldine after all, "And you are?"

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Stepping into his cabin after five minutes of wandering the halls looking for the room '62', his face told exactly what he had been thinking all along while he had been admiring the splendid build of the ship his eyes actively sweeping the walls and floors ignoring the hustle and bustle of the people bumping past him.

The room was not yet small but compact in a homely manner. The walls were painted a fresh bright white and the smell of the freshly laid paint still hung in the air. The floor was highly polished and a small wash basin attached to the wall between the two bunks looked like it had never been run. The beds, neatly made the sheets folded expertly and tucked under the corners of the mattress it was nothing that Tommy had never seen before in his life.

Tommy walked in, in awe gazing up around at his new home for his travel to America. His cabin mates had not yet arrived there and he chose the bottom bunk on the right, not having much favor towards top bunks. He set his rugged brown bag down on the shiny floor and drummed his fingers rapidly against his knee's looking around. He didn't want to touch anything in fear of breaking or ruining it's high finish; if he had seen what First or Second class looked like then he may just have been stunned into shock.

A few moments later, a burly and tall man with one other man stumbled into the room throwing their bags to the floor, acknowledging Tommy sitting there they broke out of their hurried conversation a bright crooked smile appearing on the first man's face.

"How ya' doing? Michael is the name." He said with a think accent, familiar to Tommy as he instantly recognized that he too was from Ireland which eased Tommy's nerves a little knowing there was some other familiarity with home boarding this ship.

"Tommy." He replied with a short smile as they shook hands, they continued this process twice more, once with the much shorter man whose speech rang heavy with a Cockney accent known as 'Stropper'. He didn't use his real name and Tommy did not care much for it so he accepted that was his name and asked no more questions. The other man shuffled in few moments later with a timid disposition about him who seemed somewhat intimidated by Michael's outgoing and loud nature.

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"Millie Gerald... And you are?" she asked politely.

"William Crane," he responded, bowing. "I'm traveling to Americas to see family. You?" He tilted his head slightly, curious as to why she was here. He found it odd to be trusting this girl, after all, she had just insulted him a few moments ago. At least he took it as an insult, whether it was intentional or not. Looking her over, his eyes lingered on hers. They appeared to be golden.

As he waited for her answer, he thought of Abia, who was somewhere up in second class. He could only imagine how much better it was than down here.

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Millie hesitated and bit her lip. She knew someone would ask a question like that. She thought for a moment then decided that to tell. She was leaving England for New York anyway. "I'm running away, Will" she said bluntly and straightforward, "England is too stuffy and boring for my taste," she gave a polite smile to hide the small lie. She loved England, it was the people.

Millie held her purse close to her, it was encrusted with pearls and silk given by her father. She reminded herself of her father, looking down on the wooden floor. She did miss him but she had to move one. She looked up to see the boy. She noticed his eyes were blue.

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Will was surprised by her answer. Running away? Had he heard her right? He was stunned and was certain that his face showed it. Running his hand through his hair anxiously, he glanced at the small purse she held in her hands. It was silk and covered in pearls-more expensive than anything he could ever afford. "Running away, huh?" he asked. "I admire your braveness in doing so, but what class are you staying in?" To him, it didn't make much sense for a run away to be in such fine clothes.

He was highly aware that he was not dressed to impress. He wore a simple suit-brown trousers, a white shirt, and a brown jacket along with some hand me down loafers. He wondered if he looked like a street rat to her.

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"I assume you're in third," Millie noted. She figured hew as he did step out from one of the cabins. She brushed a strand of dark hair from her face. She was dressed- in what she thought was- a simple white dress with lace and embroidery hand-sewn by her tailor. Then again, she had never walked through several streets in London. She had always been denied to leave home, always ate her meals alone and everything she wanted in a snap of her fingers. So maybe she was clueless about the real world. She was just too excited.

"I'm first if you didn't catch the snobbishness," Millie joked with a small chuckle.

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Will smiled, liking her sense of humor. Sarcastic, nice, he thought. He chuckled also. "Of course," he said. "Enjoy your stay then. I'll let you explore some more now." He bowed and walked back into his room, wondering when his roommates would aboard. Maybe they weren't living here, but in another country?

He sat down on the edge of his bunk, kicking his bag under it. He hit the back his head on the top bunk and cursed. He looked around the room, a fresh coat of white paint was on the walls. The wash basin was to his right and the door to the cabin to his left.

William wondered what this journey would bring, as he lay down on his bunk. He'd have to take a trip up to the second and first class cabins. Who knew what kind of treasures could be on this ship?

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Millie smiled a bit wider, "Well, a pleasure to meet you," she nodded as a goodbye. She turned her heel and left to explore the second class. She thought William was formidable but a bit questionable. A handsome charmer. She shrugged the thought out as she stopped by the second class cabins.

They were much more better than the third class but not quite as luscious as the first. she did exactly what she had did in the third class. Stare in amazement, smile and feel the walls and occasionally the floor.

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Abia stood up and left her room, quietly closing the door behind her. She figured that she should become familiar with the second class accommodations. She walked down the hall to her left, past numerous rooms. Some had their doors open where she was able to peek in and see a happy family or a few people just meeting each other. A smile crept onto her face. It was a lovely scene and feeling, becoming a family on this trip with somebody you never knew existed.

As she continued down the hall, she spotted a worker. "Excuse me, but are we permitted on the upper decks?" she asked the man, who nodded in response. "Stairs are that way miss." "Thank you," she said politely and hurried in the direction he had pointed.

She walked carefully up the stairs, so as not to trip and fall. After climbing a few flights she emerged on the boat deck of the Titanic. She looked around and noticed that the ship had not yet departed. It seemed that there were still some passengers arriving. Looking over the edge of the ship, she looked down at the people saying goodbye to loved ones.

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"Should be long before we set sail now, can't wait mate used all my life savings for this ticket." Michael chirped along happily as he slung his bag on the top bunk with a small smile turning to his friend Stropper.

"Ha, I got top bunk." He beamed and they both erupted into a humorous banter arguing why one or the other should have got the top bunk.

A few minutes later Tommy emerged from his cabin taking to exploring the vast ship set on knowing the passage ways because he knew for sure he was going to get lost more than once throughout the winding corridors and decks. He scanned the signs pointing to the different stairs and decks and tried to memorize each of them. There was a cheerful air about the place and he knew that he would most likely become friends with Michael, especially if he shared the same passion for poker and drinking like Tommy himself did...

[OOC sorry for this bad post but I'm a bit short of time]

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"The ship hasn't sailed yet?" Millie stepped out on the deck of the titanic. Passengers were still entering the ships, some were waving to their families and others were chatting to the person next to them. It was almost kind.

She walked to the end of the deck. She grabbed the railings and smelled the salty sea. The scenery was beautiful and she wondered what was to become of her.

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Abia tapped the shoulder of a girl next to her. She couldn't have been much older than herself. "Excuse me, but do you know when we'll be departing?" she asked rather curious. The woman looked at her, then spoke with an accent Abia couldn't quite place. "I do not know. That is up to the captain right?" Abia nodded and turned away from the girl, looking back over the railing at all the people below.

She couldn't imagine how it must be for them, watching people they've known for perhaps their whole lives just... leaving. Maybe that was how her dad felt and why he'd stubbornly refused to see her off. It was too hard for him, she realized. His little girl is all grown up and leaving the nest. But I'm not little. i can take care of myself.

Just for fun, Abia decided to wave to the people standing below on the dock. Even if they didn't know her, she still felt she owed a goodbye to somebody. She hadn't even informed her friends of her departure. Had she? She couldn't remember the last time they'd written to her or even spoken. So they obviously wouldn't care anyway, right? She sighed.

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Millie put her hands on her face, the wind blowing in her eyes and hair. She smiled widely. Shy put her hands one saw others waving . She was too excited that words couldn't describe the feeling. She suddenly put her hands up in the air and screamed, "I'll miss you England!" she laughed happily. This caused several onlookers to stare at her but she didn't notice it.

The feeling of regret and guilt washed over her, leaving her with only a small smile. She knew her father would be heartbroken but one day, she promised, she would come back. Not soon but will. She glanced at everyone, waving with a smile. She was so excited, half her body was over the railing and when she lifted her feet from the floor. Her body lost its grip.

"Oh god," she attempted to balance herself from falling overboard.

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"Oh my! Somebody grab her!" somebody near by called out. The woman who had yelled was pointing to somebody about Abia's age who had leaned too far over the rail. A number of people rushed forward towards her, trampling Abia. She pushed herself back against the railing in an attempt to get away. She herself was close to being thrown overboard, but grabbed somebody near by to balance herself.

She rushed with the others to the girl who was about to fall. She watched as somebody helped her to balance again. As the crowd began to disperse, Abia made her way towards the girl and her rescuer. "Are you ok?" she asked, concern etched all over her face.

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Suddenly, Millie felt two arms wrapped around her and pulled her back on the floor. She sighed in relief, thinking she would fall from the ship, "Thank you," she said happily as her rescuer balanced her on her feet. She heard a girl's question.

"Are you ok?" the girl asked. It was from a dark-haired girl who was about Millie's age.

"I'm fine, thank you," she answered with a smile Her gold eyes showed happiness, still happy she was alive. She turned to her rescuer, thanking him greatly as his savior. She would've given him all her money if she could. She looked at his face and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Do I know you?" she asked, noticing his eyes were blue.

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The rescuer, none other than Will, shook his head. He wore a bowler hat which he had stolen from somebody a few levels down. He had decided to see if the ship had departed yet. He was growing impatient just sitting there in his cabin, though he had met one of the people staying in the same room. He had tried his best to position the hat so that nobody could really see his face, but he guessed that he had failed horribly. Millie obviously recognized him. He smiled as she thanked him, then walked away quickly. He would have stayed to talk to her if his younger sister hadn't been standing near them.

"Well, that's certainly good to hear," Abia said as the rescuer, who looked vaguely familiar to her, walked away. As he merged into the crowd, Abia turned back to Millie. "I'm Abia," she told the girl, who seemed to be about her age.

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Millie recognized her rescuer as Willl. Her eyes managed to get a fix on his face, "Will?" Before she could get a better look, he walked away into the crowd. Millie was left confused until the girl greeted herself.

She introduced herself as Abia. She never heard that name before, "Millie," MIllie introduced herself, "I guess I got too excited," she joked.

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Abia grinned. "We all are. Lucky for you though, we're still close enough to the dock that you probably would have been fine. In the middle of the ocean though, that might not have been so good." She reconsidered the statement she just made and hoped the girl had the same sense of humor as she did. "It's nice to meet you. What class will you be traveling in?" Abia, desperate to make conversation with almost anyone now, hoped she did not sound as though she always talked on and on.

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Greg McDonald

"The women are beautiful and full of class but you are just you. I, on the other hand...."

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Lilian Midori

I want to find true love...

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Devon Martins

"I don't need you as my watch dog."

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Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton

"Despite my upbringing, I am not a fool. I would rather earn than to receive,"

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William Crane

"Why, what a lovely purse..."

Character Portrait: Abia Crane
Abia Crane

"Father, I'm not a child anymore."

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Tommy O'neil

You seem tense...Have a drink!

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Character Portrait: Tommy O'neil
Tommy O'neil

You seem tense...Have a drink!

Character Portrait: Greg McDonald
Greg McDonald

"The women are beautiful and full of class but you are just you. I, on the other hand...."

Character Portrait: Abia Crane
Abia Crane

"Father, I'm not a child anymore."

Character Portrait: Lilian Midori
Lilian Midori

I want to find true love...

Character Portrait: Devon Martins
Devon Martins

"I don't need you as my watch dog."

Character Portrait: William Crane
William Crane

"Why, what a lovely purse..."

Character Portrait: Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton
Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton

"Despite my upbringing, I am not a fool. I would rather earn than to receive,"

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Character Portrait: Tommy O'neil
Tommy O'neil

You seem tense...Have a drink!

Character Portrait: Greg McDonald
Greg McDonald

"The women are beautiful and full of class but you are just you. I, on the other hand...."

Character Portrait: Devon Martins
Devon Martins

"I don't need you as my watch dog."

Character Portrait: Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton
Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton

"Despite my upbringing, I am not a fool. I would rather earn than to receive,"

Character Portrait: Abia Crane
Abia Crane

"Father, I'm not a child anymore."

Character Portrait: Lilian Midori
Lilian Midori

I want to find true love...

Character Portrait: William Crane
William Crane

"Why, what a lovely purse..."


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Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Hey, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to join up? Like, would I be intruding at this stage, is it too late? Just so I know.

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

I'm going on vacation from this Thursday (July 21st) until July 31st and won't be able to post as often. :(

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Alright, I'm choosing Leonard DiCaprio!

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Is it alright if I make a male?

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

I made a character. :D I can't wait to start. ^^

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Don't worry about long posts, I actually don't mind how long they are just as long as they aren't boring and just babbling on about nothing. sometimes I do that myself so I'm a bit hypocritical there but hey ho :P

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Alright y'all.. I've already talked to Tayah12 but I still won't be posting for a little bit longer. He knows why and unless you all want to be bothered with a long story (because I haven't quite figured out how to abbreviate it) then just await for my return :)

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

It's kay. Like they always say, 'Stories are like skirts, long enough to cover but short enough to be interesting,"

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Finally back and posted! :D Sorry my post is so long though. :/

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Yes, I'm just about to write a starting post so you can all follow on afterwards. I may also make another male character to balance the roleplay out a bit ^^

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Oh, well, hopefully we can start soon. I have to go sleep now.

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

No it's fine ^^ When you said that I thought you meant the character itself was not going to be realistic. Sorry sometimes I'm a bit slow ^^

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

I hope you're alright with her, not being a real-life person.

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

All done ^^ Thanks for the character, I hope to start soon

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

Right...Well when you make the character I'll take a look at it anyhow ^^

Re: [OOC] The RMS Titanic

They're not manga. It's CG-drawn pictures. Realistic paintings.