blackbird97
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Post by blackbird97 on Dec 28, 2011 20:12:29 GMT -5
The Bliss isn't a place; it's a state of mind. The Bliss is where anything is possible. Where we dream, forget ourselves and Everything can happen. You might be saying, When we wake Only half remembered Fragments of Smiles, Eyes Linger in our minds The Bliss doesn't want you to slip away from its thick, twisted, gnarled fingers. And sometimes You Can't Escape And The Bliss Keeps you. Forever. But, You can become one of us A Waker Fight to get your life back Because we all know This Isn't Real.
The Bliss doesn't like it, When you leave. It likes to keep you It entrances you with its wonders. It grasps you with its beauty. It holds you with its promises So you would never Want to leave. But, Why would you want to stay? ~Welcome to The Bliss, where anything is possible...literally~The Rules- All posts need to be at least two sentences long. Beyond that, there is no limit.
- No profanity; I find it offensive and I would like all posts to be relatively clean.
- Although anything is possible, your character is not perfect, godly, or capable of all things.
- A maximum of two characters per person, please.
- Be imaginative!
- Have fun!
Form: Must be completed for each character [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Hair Colour:[/b] [b]Eye Colour:[/b] [b]Height:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b] [b]Likes/Dislikes:[/b] [b]Habits:[/b]
[b]Mementoes:[/b] [b]Items:[/b] [b]Status:[/b]
Player List~all players involved in the RP will have their names posted here~ blackbird97 Kiena Tessara
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Post by blackbird97 on Dec 28, 2011 20:25:25 GMT -5
I'll clarify this quickly...
Name: What they go by, not necessarily their real name Age: about how old they are/appear to be Gender:obvious
Hair Colour:what it appears to be, not natural Eye Colour: what I said above Height:again, what it appears to be
Personality: nice, mean, smart etc. Likes/Dislikes: also obvious Habits: things like talking to themselves, fidgeting
Mementoes:characters can have one memory/ thing they have from reality, like a picture or the memory of going to a concert Items:things they have from the Bliss, like a pack or even animals Status:whether they rebel against the Bliss (Waker) or accept it (Blissful)
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Post by blackbird97 on Dec 28, 2011 20:33:23 GMT -5
Name:Junk Age:15 Gender:Female
Hair Colour:Dark brown, almost black Eye Colour:Green Height:5"3
Personality:A bit loopy or obsessive, very strange. She is smart and a thrill-seeker, which is what originally appealed to her in the bliss. Very sweet, but has a very deep mean streak. Bossy and stubborn, scatterbrained as well. Likes/Dislikes:Loves music, books, art and dinosaurs. Hates bad grammar and people who think they are 'so cool' Habits:Always singing songs to herself and often is off in her own world.
Mementoes:Her music; has an Ipod that she is constantly listening to Items:Survival supplies (food, water, bedroll, medical kit etc.) and a trained velociraptor named Rigby. Status:Waker, last of the originals.
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Post by Ohermichi on Dec 28, 2011 20:48:59 GMT -5
Name: Ink Age: 20 Gender: Male
Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Bright Orange Height: 5'8"
Personality:Cheerful, Stoic in any other mood, doesn't look people in the eye, sometimes states the obvious Likes/Dislikes: Likes - Sneaking up on people, sitting at the edge of water Dislikes - People sneaking up on him, blondes, swimming Habits: Spacing out at certain times
Mementoes: Memory of sitting on a beach next to a girl who's face and name he can't remember Items: Pocket sewing kit, flashlight, broken watch Status: Blissful
((:3 this good?))
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Post by blackbird97 on Dec 28, 2011 21:00:22 GMT -5
(awesome! I'll start)
Junk had to admit, it was a beautiful day, even for the Bliss. Something about it tugged at something she couldn't grasp, and it was driving her insaaane. So, maybe it wasn't a beautiful day; another sunrise, another stupid memory she couldn't recall. Life goes on.
A small smile had worked it's way onto Junk's face. there was a certain amount of pride that came about with the creation of a cliff. She looked tentatively down at the forest that clung to the base, and taking a deep breath, hurled herself at it. While listening to Under Pressure by Queen.
Awesome.
Expertly, she tucked herself into a ball seconds before there would be a Junk-shaped splotch on the forest floor, rolling to safety. She stood up and glanced around. Brushing a wisp of her dark hair from her face, she whistled for Rigby. Her familiar friend rushed out of the shrubbery a nuzzled her in the arm. She smiled, and the two took off through the forest in a gait best described as 'frolicking'.
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Post by Ohermichi on Dec 28, 2011 21:09:59 GMT -5
Ink just sat there looking over a body of water, glancing up at the sky then back to the water. He sat a bit back from the rising and falling tide, watching the white water caps roll back and forth repetitively. With his arms wrapped around his knees, he turned his wrist to look at the broken watch around his wrist. The time was stuck at two fifteen, it never moved or budged, almost like time never passed.
Sighing he looked back up to the water getting lost in an old memory, one that seemed that it wasn't real to him it was so vague. But it was still there, that memory of sitting on the beach with some girl. Some faceless girl that had faded from him mind. As his mind tried to better grasp that memory his eye's seemed to stare out endlessly as if he had drifted away from the place he was sitting.
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Post by Tessara on Dec 30, 2011 15:52:49 GMT -5
Name: Consuelo Age:19 Gender:Female
Hair Colour:Strawberry Blonde Eye Colour:Green Height:5'9"
Personality:She is bubbly and adventurous. She can be a bit nosy but is very kind. She is very true to her friends and quite cunning. Likes/Dislikes:She loves to read, write and draw. She likes dancing (she can do a mean salsa). She hates arrogant people and people who are cruel just to be cruel. Habits:She bites her fingernails. She daydreams when she looses interest in a conversation. Will talk to inanimate objects
Mementoes:She remembers dancing in the rain, one night with a boy. Items:She travels with a dog. Its heritage is mixed but it gets its size from Irish Wolfhound stock and has a wolf like appearance. His name is Pantalaimon. She carries water, dried food, iodine tablets, a bow for hunting and a dirk. Status: Blissful but on the verge of Waking
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Post by blackbird97 on Dec 31, 2011 15:58:47 GMT -5
((It's great, Tessara))
Rigby thrust his muzzle into the air, breaking Junk from her reverie. 'What is it, boy?' she asked resignedly. He turned his head towards her, fixating on her face with a large eye, her own widening. 'I can't believe it!' she exclaimed with joy, 'You mean, there's a person nearby? Like, a real person?' She pumped her fist into the air, her eyes shimmering with excitement. It wasn't often that you found a person this far away from civilization.
Junk brushed a strand of her hair away from her face as she picked up a running pace, following Rigby in the direction of the human scent. As they raced through the forest, the foliage slowly began to change. Tall, reaching pines blended into lazy palms until the forest ended, leading to an empty expanse of sand surrounding a great expanse of water. Junk let out a low whistle as she scanned the relatively empty beach until she found what she was looking for; a lone figure, sitting in their solitude by the edge of the water.
She turned in the direction of the person, signalling Rigby to remain behind her in the brush of the forest. As it turned out, velociraptors were very intimidating to a vast majority of people. Junk slowly made her way through the sand until she was near the person, when she let out a tentative 'Hello?'
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Post by Ohermichi on Dec 31, 2011 16:08:38 GMT -5
As he sat there he continued to stare of into the distance. Ink had heard faint footsteps in the sand behind him but his brain hadn't registered it as another person coming up behind him. What pulled him out of it though was when the girl who had come up from behind him spoke up. He jumped from the sudden sound in such a quiet place, biting his lip as he did. "Ow."
Ink blinked as the pain slowly dulled away and tilted his head back to look at who had startled him. His short black hair moved from in front of his face as he looked at the woman upside down. "...Hello."
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Post by blackbird97 on Dec 31, 2011 16:24:01 GMT -5
Junk's face exploded into a huge smile. She held out a hand to help him stand up, her eyes glittering with excitement. ' You know,' she said, slightly jittery, 'It's not very often you run into people out here. I think I was starting to go a bit crazy!' she laughed wildly, adding substance to her point. 'Well anywaays...my umm... pet smelled you and I came over here and I was curious to whether you would like to join my cause.'
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Post by Ohermichi on Dec 31, 2011 16:31:30 GMT -5
Ink hesitated before taking her hand and standing up. He brushed the sand off the back of his pants before looking up at the girl again. But like he normally did around people he wouldn't look at her eyes, everywhere else but. "Uh yeah, i thought i was alone out here. ... what cause?"
This girl seemed so cheery, even just having to have found him out here on the beach. It was weird how cheerful she even was.
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Post by blackbird97 on Dec 31, 2011 16:51:21 GMT -5
Junk shook her head at his Blissfulness, a smile still gracing her lips. 'The Waking Cause, of course!' she laughed. She was getting the feeling that she was going a bit overboard on the happy scale, but she couldn't contain her joy. After months of fruitless searching she had found a person. A living breathing person, one who hadn't sunk so far into the Bliss that there was no escape. All without going to close to one of the cities; there was no reason for her not to be so happy.
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Post by Ohermichi on Dec 31, 2011 16:58:49 GMT -5
"...That waking cause? If you don't mind me asking what is that?" Ink played with the sand using his feet, moving it around and over his other foot. He kept his eyes on the girl though, being a bit confused and still a bit spooked by her startling him.
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Post by blackbird97 on Dec 31, 2011 17:16:55 GMT -5
'You don't know what the waking cause is?' Junk laughed, but stopped abruptly, 'Do you have any memories, or things that don't really seem to fit into your life? Things that don't make sense?' she didn't check to see if he replied, 'This is because these are things left over from Reality. You might be thinking this is real, but it's not. Right now, everything around us, from the sand between your toes to the sun above us, is fake. Not real. Every single thing you can see is nothing but the shared imagination of millions of people. Right now, we are in the Bliss.
'The Waking Cause is dedicated to escaping from the Bliss. When we came here, we left behind our real lives, real people and places and things waiting to be done or discovered or created. We need to return, to gain back our lives and memories. To gain back the people we left behind.'
Junk looked at him expectantly. 'So what do you think?'
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Post by Tessara on Dec 31, 2011 19:52:08 GMT -5
Consuelo sat on a tree branch, lazily dangling her foot. Pantalaimon was curled up in the roots of the tree, his enormous body dwarfed by the even larger trunk. She giggled, it was absurd thinking that Pan was dwarfed by anything. Last night's hunt had been successful, she had managed to shoot a goose with her bow and had fed herself and Pan quite nicely. The remaining meat she had dried and placed inside her pack. Now she stretched in the tree, dozing lightly in the afternoon light.
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