You are dead. Time and time again life ends but with every ending there is a new beginning. In this case you’re rebirth into the soul world. This is a place of peace and happiness for every person after death. The sky is always a lovely pink, the grass is a greenness you have ever seen and the ground in a wonderful shade of violet. When you die you quickly realize how deranged the actual world was for having violence seeing as everyone that was there is now as kind as ever in the soul world. Even past killers have turned a new leaf and love as everyone else does. In this life you are the age you were most comfortable in your recently deceased form weather that was in the arms of your mother as an infant or as an elder man.
Now you would think with this description that the soul world would be an endless land of dreams and loving days but it quickly took at turn for the worse. Technology had advanced to its most destructive state yet. Scientists have created a machine that lets a person with two human sacrifices to walk into the soul world whenever they please. The government, never happy with their rule, are now taking this last piece of happiness by force. For some reason gunpowder acts like a nuclear bomb when transported from world to world so the battle against the humans has become medieval warfare. Swords, lances, bows, axes, all this and more are in your grasp to subdue this uprising.
The surrounding is simple. Think of the soul world as the size of China if it wore an exact rectangle. Now to the west is the soul’s stronghold, to the east is the human’s. Now everyone who is going to be playing I am going to verbally tell you what the map looks like (you might what to draw it out as you read to make it easier to follow). Now draw a rectangle as if you were going to make a flag. Now cut the flag into 3 equal (or relatively equal) rectangles vertically (vertical is up and down). Now take the rectangle to your left and cut it into 3 equal rectangles horizontally (the opposite way you just went). Now that rectangle in the middle of the ones you just recently drew is the soul’s stronghold, the two rectangles to its side are nothing, literally. Its complete blackness that will kill anything it touches. The large middle is a desert that has hills, large rocks and some forests, basically your battle ground for the game. Now the last rectangle to your right you will cut it into three the same why you did to the left side and then the centre is the human’s stronghold and the two sides are the same black.
Your stronghold has everything you need to do anything. Blacksmiths, weapons masters, pubs and so on. All you need to remember is once your ready to leave there is a 60 foot wall (called the great wall) guarding the stronghold from the battle field, just remember that you need to make someone opens that gate before you can go out and fight. Now in this next paragraph I am going to explain some things and any other questions are welcome to be asked. After that I will give you a brief story outline of what you’re doing and last I’ll put rules and then a sign up sheet for you to copy which will be followed by my character’s sheet (after this page you are welcome to post your character’s sheet weather mine is there or not).
Alright now we’re on to the questions. How can humans fight souls? Well your not souls technically, you got your name as souls because you are the reborn figure of yourself. You are actually no less human then actual humans besides the sense you don’t age because you are already at your favorite age of your life. Can I meet any famous people in the soul world? No, because for the specific reason that it would make it very annoying so we are going to say that everyone who is famous are known at all in the real world that died thought they were better then the black which they found out they weren’t and died. If we’re already dead how can we die by the black? Because it sucks you into nothing so you end up being black on black, which in reality is nothing but black. So you’re not exactly dieing but turning into nothing. How can we be killed by humans if we are all ready dead? Because the rule of living is you live in the real world, then the soul world then to the black. Because the human’s skipped dieing in the real world they are seen as if they were in the soul world and if killed will go into the black. How can all the dead people live in a small place the size of China? Well simply it’s impossible but just look how maybe people live in Japan, add in that a lot were killed when the humans came plus all the famous people killing themselves it a decent amount of loss. But really just imagine that everyone can fit. I’ll leave the questions at that and let you ask if you have any others.


In the last five years the soul world, a place of beauty and harmony, has become a battle ground for the human’s blood lust. At first they were quiet but after a short time the demonic senses of the living broke out and their sensation to rule over everything came into play. Now the soul world is divided into three sections, the soul’s side, the human’s side and the battle ground where everything will end for one of the two. The war for survival has begun.
“Men and women of the soul world, we have lived in peace for ages upon ages and now our freedom is destroyed by the living? What right do they have! None! They have no right and with that we must send them to their deaths and reclaim our home!” The speaker was an elder of sorts in the soul world even though had the appearance of a 20 year old. You listen attentively as he rambles on about peace and how you and the several hundred others are their last hope to save the soul world from the vial hands of the humans.
“The Human’s planted the devil’s seed of doom into our lands and now we must cleanse this world of the hideous infections!” The crowd roars and claps as the man walks off to a table on the side of the stage he was preaching from and receives a small necklace which will show you are fighting the war and will let the guard keepers of the great wall know you are allowed to pass. You retrieve your own necklace and walk out of the warehouse with the other fighters. There are men talking to each other about taking the long trip, old friends gearing up together, warriors going into town for their last purchases and others directly going for the gate. There may be thousands of men but because it has been so long sense they fought and with no leader to guide them it is going to take a massive amount of effort and luck to take this world back. You exhale, your time has come.


Rules

1. No godlike characters.
2. No killing other players.
3. If you do not what to play anymore private message me.

Well really truly I’m sure you’ve all read the rules over and over again so I am going to trust that you won’t cross any lines you know you shouldn’t.

Sign-up Sheet

Name: (I think that’s simple enough, first and last if you don’t mind.)

Gender: (there’s only two to pick from, not very hard.)

Age: (now indeed I did say that you were reborn into your favorite age but I am putting a limit to no under then 12 and no older then 80. Remember if your 12 you also have the strength of a 12 year old so just keep in mind you’re being realistic to your age.)

Weapon(s): (no more then 3 but truly you only need 1 or you could even fight with your hands. No magical weapons.)

Appearance: (how you look. Remember this is including clothes and I would grandly appreciate it if you didn’t just show me a picture and just write it out. Don’t forget your appearance should go with your age.)

Personality: (how do you think. Are you devilish, strong willed, how you act in common situations and so on.)

History: (Alright I what to know three things. How did you live in your past life, how did you die and how did you live in the soul world up to the point of the war. Remember if your 20 in the soul world I what to know what made your 20s so special.)


Alright I’m finally done. If some spelling mistakes are affecting it so you can’t read something properly tell me and I’ll fix it. Please read everything so you’re not lost. I’ll give it till Monday the 29th before I start, which gives you about a week. If you need more time tell me. If your going to play but don’t have the time to make a character tell. I hope you guy like this, I think it should be a lot of fun if it gets going.

Name: Garrison Morris

Gender: Male

Age: 51

Weapons: Hunting Knife and straight Tai-chi sword

Appearance: Gerrison was never a tall man and at his age of 51 stands a height of 5’7. He has a plumb stomach from a lifestyle of laziness and drinking and is slightly tanned from his long days lying in the sun. He has stubby legs and massive muscles on his arms. He has a slouch which make his wrinkled face that much more noticeable. His short grey hair is gelled back and his green eyes hold the complexity of a real man.

Mental: Gerrison was taught at a young age to always be kind and to never turn his back on anyone but as years went by, helping someone on the street turned to walking as so many others do. Unless he knew that person was no threat to him and was bleeding on the sidewalk Gerrison could not risk his life on being the caring soul he once was.

History: Born into a family with two sisters Gerrison was quick to find a feminine touch to his step even with his father doing all he could to push him into the ways of manhood. At the age of 6 his father took him hunting every chance he had but being a short, plumb child the walk was bothersome and aiming a gun did not come easy to the boy. His father tried everything but the only thing Gerrison seemed to like was the hunting knife. When his father would get distracted by an animal Gerry (the name most of the family used to call him) would sit down and slowly hack at a stick until he would be dragged over to see the fine shot his father had done. As he grew up and began school he was an outsider to everyone, being mocked by the males because he acted feminine and being laughed at by the women due to his weight. He quickly learned that life was not as cheerful as his older sisters and mother had made it out to be but even with the circumstances Gerrison would greet everyone with a friendly smile and help everyone he could. As he walked home from school he would usually see an elderly person and carry their shopping begs to their home or take a crying child back to their mothers. At the same time his father was disgusted by the acts of kindness his only son made.
One night, after walking his elder neighbor down the street, a group of boys beat Gerrison and left him bleeding to crawl home. As he reached the door his father appeared and frowned at his son. “You sorry sign of a son, you might as well be dead because that’s all you are to me.” That night Gerrison cried himself to sleep, afraid to tell his mother about the horrible day.
As Gerrison grew into a teenager his fat became muscle and felt he was the perfect son. He had change himself completely for his father, he stopped caring for the old and could beat down boys with ease but his father had looked the other way. Now his father spent his time at the local bar, gambling and drinking his woes away. That left the family with hardly any money and a drunk to look forward to every night, but one night the family caught up to the father’s dues.
This night was no different then others, father was at the kitchen table preaching to his wife in a drunken slur of words as she washed the dishes and Gerrison and his sisters sat in their rooms listening. Suddenly the front door had been slammed open and the sound of several heavy boots filled the house. A man yelled about Gerrison’s father paying his dues and then he could hear the mad beating of his father then as the man told others to check the rooms Gerrison heard what he could only guess was the rape of his mother. Tears filled the 16 year olds eyes as a single man broke through the door to his room. “A boy eh? Oh well, rape is rape.” And as the fat, greasy man walked closer Gerrison filled with rage. In a blind fury Gerrison gave the man several punches to the head and he fell motionless, Gerrison’s first kill. He ran to his sister’s room only to find one already dead and the other being harshly beaten and raped. He snapped the neck of one and killed the others as he did the first. He looked down to his dieing sister and told her he’ll be back. He then ran to the kitchen only to see the final blow to his mother’s head, killing her leaving the half naked woman cries end by the vial beasts. All the gang left but one man who looked no older then 18. He had long black hair and as he saw Gerrison he flicked his hair back and rubbed his hands trough it. He smiled then began to walk to the door as if Gerrison was not there. Gerrison threw the hardest punch he could and caught the man right in the jaw but to Gerrison’s surprise the man hardly moved. He looked a Gerrison and spat blood in his face then gave a hellish laugh. “Oh you little unholy, blind boy, Hold your strength for when the Devil takes you home.” He walks out of the door and Gerrison sits in his now broken home. We’re can he go?
For years after that he traveled nowhere, seeing nothing and yet learning everything he needed. Every so often he would go to a lone house and ask if they could spare a bed. Some where kind and some were demonic in their insensitivity but Gerrison moved on either way. Finally he reached a small town and lived in an abandoned barn. He took a job as a road worker, mostly just holding a sign but it was money in his pocket. He bought a hunting knife to kill some wild animals and to protect him for after the attack on his family he had become overly paranoid of being by himself. After a while he heard word of a tai-chi class being taught in a house down the road from the barn and decided to take part in it for protection and for its statement to help calm the soul.
Ages went by and Gerrison was now an elder man living in a small cozy home and still did his tai-chi and had a job at a local coffee shop which he liked much more then his past jobs. It was quite, peaceful and, added with his tai-chi lessons, he seemed happier. At the age of 45 at the coffee shop he met a lovely woman who after 6 years he married. It was his happiest day he had ever had at the age of 51. Several years went by and when the thought of the horrible slaughter of his family was almost out of mind, it came back with a deadly face.
One night while at his Tai-chi lessons a man walked in that looked only two years older then Gerrison. His hair was long and black and as the man flung it back and rubbed his hand through it, the smile sent a deadly pain in Gerrison’s heart. “Oh you little, Unholy, blind boy, I, the devil, have come to take you home.” The man laughed and killed Gerrison that night.
Now in the soul world as an old man he swears on his Families untimely death that he would never let anyone feel the pain he had felt. He has joined the fight against the living to preserve the peace of many.


(Sorry I was so late, I'm still waiting to hear whether anyone is interested in the RPG so get your posts out and heard.)

(( Double-posting is not allowed, I've merged your two posts together. ))

Name: Lance Triggel

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Weapon(s): A large two-edged broadsword strapped to his back

Appearance: A short man standing at 5'8". His broadsword looks as if it would pull him down, but oddly enough his height betrays his weight, while he is short, he is also stout and strong, the muscles on his body quite visible, his eyes a dark brown, his neck-long hair tied into a pony-tail equally brown, he has a pointed chin and a tanned body.

Personality: You can describe his personality the way you describe his sword, sharp, dangerous and to the point, in a short summary.

History: Lance was born a poor, but tragedy-free life, untill his end that is. Around six Lance began his hard labour, usually moving large stacks of hay from one place to another, or doing general farming chores. At twelve he started watching the local matches, where one fought the other, there sparked his interest. Around fifteen he was already fighting with the sword, his back hardened from the hard labour, as were his arms. At seventeen he thought it was time to move on to heavier things, which is where he got his first broadsword, he then treasured it, using it every day on either a practice dummy, or in the feudal tournaments he had watched as a child. At twenty he was close to perfecting the art of two-handed sword-wielding, but at twenty-one, he died by being killed in an ambush one day, he had made bad relations with one of the tribes, it cost him his life.

In the spirit world Lance had no real duty to complete, it was just himself, and no one else that he knew. As a result in death, he became a bit bitter.

Name: Valesti Kairu

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Weapon(s): Bow and arrows. Also is adept with herbs through her research in life, and can use them for poisons.

Appearance: Valesti looks like a normal 21 year old girl, standing at 5'5", Not too muscular, but not skinny either. She has long dirty blonde hair, that she wears down below her shoulders. She has deep brown eyes and wears a small earring on each ear.

Personality: Valesti was always good-natured. Though she's very protective of herself, and her friends. And when she thinks something is wrong, she can be particularly cruel to solve it.

History: Valesti had a horrible life growing up, she had never really known her family. Her mother had died of child birth, and the rest of Valesti's family beleived her to be the direct cause of it. So, they sent her to an orphanage at birth, seeing as they couldn't stand to have her around. Valesti was quickly adopted, but to an old woman who thought of her as nothing but a slave. She couldn't really complain though. The woman gave Valesti the attic to stay in, and whatever scraps of food the woman didn't eat. Along with letting Valesti go to school. Which, at the time, she thought to be generous. After all, she preferred it, or at least THOUGHT she preferred it to being left to the streets.

In her education, she took a particular interest in nature, and wildlife. Often, she would try and get as many books on the subjects as she could before she went back to her "home".

Eventually, her "mother" died of disease. And seeing as there was nowhere left for the money to go, it all went to Valesti, when she was the age of 18. So, she sold the house, and bought another one where she thought she could be alone, in the forest near the city. Often, she left her home to wander the forest, still amazed by nature, and what it could do.

On one of her walks, she met a man. One who had come out there for the same reasons as she, to explore nature. Eventually, they began taking their walks together and got to know eachother very well. Though she always felt that there was something strange about him. Some secret that he would take to the grave. But it didn't matter to her, and for a while, she felt nothing but love for him, and he for her. At the age of 21, they had plans to be married.

The day of their wedding finally arrived, and Valesti was as excited as any woman would get on the day of her wedding. As was her groom. As they stepped up to recite their vows though, all of that changed. The chapel doors burst open, revealing two men, both of whom were government officials. After the momentary shock, she looked up at her husband to be. He stared back down at her with a smile. But it was much more than that, though it hardly needed to be said. She smiled back, and for a moment they seemed to have communicated through their thoughts. Then came the all-too-foreign sound of gunfire, which echoed through the chapel, it seemed to pass through her ears many times before her world went black.

Once Valesti had become part of the spirit world, and learned a bit about what was happening there, she vowed to avenge her death. If not by killing the two men made her world fall on top of her, then to kill all of their friends.

Good job you two, creative, I like it. And thank you for telling me about the double post, I'll be sure to remember next time. Both characters are accepted.


Alright well its Monday, Feel free to begin your long adventure through the war of the soul world. If anyone decides that they would like to join private message me your character sheet and I’ll accept it so you can have your fun too. Enjoy!


“Those little selfish teens, running past me like this is all just so giant game. If I wasn’t so old I’d give them a cuff with the back of my hand, the little ingrates.” Gerrison muttered to himself as he slowly made his way to the pub. He didn’t bother rushing, the way he saw it, the pub wasn’t going anywhere and if the war wanted him so badly it could wait for him. He sat down at a bar stool and smiled at the pub keep.

“Hey there Gerry old pal, tall glass of ale as usual?” The keeper gave a laugh then began to fill up a glass without waiting to hear his response. He placed it in front of Gerrison then gave a friendly smile, leaning on the bar table. “So chum of all chums, how are you pulling yourself? Hitting that war I see, that’s a nice little sword you have there.” He gave another chuckle and Gerrison continued to smiled, the keepers strange speech always made Morris’s day. Not to mention he spoke as if they had not seen each other in years when it had actually been just last night.

“Yeah I’m going to show those little buggers how a man fights. I mean one us has to go and be something.” Laughing he took a long swing of ale then gave a brotherly punch to the arm. They eyed each other then gave a devilishly clever grin then continued to talk about recent events and story of their life. Gerrison moves for no man, which included war.

((Hokay, this is going to suck.... badly! But just tell me what needs to be changed.))



Name; James Ryans

Age; For what he can remember he is about 27 years old.

Personality; He is trust worthy, smart moulthed, and headstrong.
If a battle happens to be in his path, he will charge headfirst into a crowd of people. He isn't smart and has a bit of a American Southern accent.

Appearince;(Tell me if this needs changing.) A butternut Confederate Uniform, being a lieutenant in the Confederate army. He has a Bravo Company cap, and buttons on his unifrom, with dark brown boots.

Weapon; Loosing his gun one way or another..... Ryan has his Bayonet,his knife, and his cavalry sword.

(Ok for one, I said to private message me after Monday with your character sheet, you have no history at all, you say a bayonet but I didn't assume anyone would want a gun without gunpowder which brings the question to why people would build a gun if you can't us it now if you would have made a good reason for having the bayonet in your history I wouldn't mind and if you meant you have the knife on top of a gun then just you have a knife, you need a specific age and an accent has nothing to do with your personality. Frankly you need to delete your post, read what I said you needed to do plus the first post I made, fix it then private message it to me. Please if you want to play put at least some kind of effort into it.)

Lance smirked as he walked down the stronghold path, he was set to head out to the rancid battlefield tommorow, he had felt his time to pass onto the black had come, he knew it was his destiny, he had already been living in the stronghold for sixty years.

He rubbed his chin pausing before the tavern, he hadn't had a drink in a long time, and as this was a special occasion, he thought he might as well get a good drink in today before the battle. Pushing open the doors, Lance inhaled the tavern air, cooked meat, fresh ale, it was good to be in the tavern. He nodded to the keeper, "It'd do me good if you could give me a pint of beer and a palte of salted meat."

Lance took his seat in a little corner of the pub, the keeper who he just talked to was turning away from a man who he seemed to know quite well, but soon enough Lance had the food and drink placed on his table by a barmaid, he nodded to her, passing a silver coin as he took a hearty swig of his ale, looking over the mug at the stranger who knew the keeper oh-so well.

Name: Trista Clerem

Gender: female

Age: 15

Weapon(s): bow and arrows, arrows can posion, and daggers that can posion.

Appearance: looks like all 15 year old would. Brown hair up in hairbow, but if put down would come to mid-back. Her eyes are purple. Her clothes are simple.

Personality: She is quick tempered, but other times she is sweet.

History: She, along with her brother, Kyle, sisters, Natalie, Melody, and Paige, and parents were mudered in their house. She was the older of the 6. Her parents had gone off to get more food for the house, they were headed home when an intruder came to their house. Trista opened the door thinking it was her parents. The intruder requested all the children out into the living room, and waited till her parents got home to kill everyone. She watched each and every one of her sisters, brother, and parents die before they mudered her. Just a day before she had turned 15 and her boyfriend kissed her. She died having one last good memory in her head. That is why she is 15 in the soul world.

Appearance picture: http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/sunshines_inparadies_lover13/bowandarrowchick.jpg

(Character accepted but I'm not sure how far this will go, I thought this died a while back.)

Garrison Morris continued to stay in his conversation with the bar keeper but noticed a stare from a young, compared to Garrison, man in the corner. Of course he felt no threat seeing as everyone who would be doing anything moronic in a pub would already be drunk out of their minds on the battle field but at the same time something was strange about the boy that Mr. Morris couldn’t put his finger on. As the keeper noticed Garrison’s drifting attention he placed another glass of ale and gave a caring smile.

“You get this one free if you come home safe.” Said the bar keeper and with a wink and a tap on the shoulder he let Garrison move on his way. As he began his walk to the corner he remember that stares where common seeing as most people came to the soul world at there 20’s to 40’s and to see a crippling old man must have been as strange of a sight as the Mona Lisa with a Iron Maiden t-shirt. As he took a seat a crossed from the man Garrison raised an eyebrow and set his ale on the table.

“Why aren’t you out running like some buffoon into a blind war? I would have thought all you kids would be gone by the time actual fighters come.” He stopped to take several gulps of his drink and remembered the vial fiends that beat him ages ago as a boy. “I never thought you acted without a group, don’t you all just follow the crowd?” Garrison blurted sarcastically. He truly didn’t hate everyone; simply he disliked people who couldn’t act without a whispering friend in their ear which tended to fall in the category of teens. Of course a man in his 20’s was hardly a teen but in Garrison’s eyes, which may have been aged but as strong as ever, everyone younger then him was a teen or child, it truly depended on his mood or perhaps how many drinks had been consumed that day. “I’m Garrison, you can call me Mr. Morris but when I start feeling old you better watch out. I’m like a mule; I’ll kick simply because you’re there.” He gave a giant smile and stuck out his muscular hand for a friendly hand shake.