Jaz looked around the room with one skeptical eyebrow raised as she listened to people introduce themselves. She quietly compared herself to the other women in the room. She knew she looked good, being tall and thin with curves in all the right places. Her heavily lashed dark eyes perfectly complimented her smooth dark skin and full lips, which at the moment were slightly frowning. She had dressed like she was attending a fancy dinner date at an upscale restaurant and after walking in she felt slightly overdressed.
"Hmmm, the invite mentioned role-play, but I guess its not the role-playing I'm used too..." She thought, but shrugged it off.
She wasn't even sure why she was here, or if she'd even enjoy being here. She had found an invitation in her mailbox and decided why the hell not. Jazmine Scott considered herself an adventurous woman and would try anything once. She just wasn't sure what it was that she was trying yet, but figured at the very least there might be some cute guys, or girls, here to hook up with. She noticed that all eyes had turned to her and stood up, flashing everyone her killer smile. Crap, time to make some shit up quick...
"Hello. I'm Jaz and I'm a hairstylist from Tampa. Ummm, what else, I'm 24 and single.... heeeey!" She flashed another grin at everyone, but just got some blank looks in return. Feeling uncomfortable, she glanced down at her manicured nails and continued on, "So, my character is half-human, half-fae. More specifically she comes from a long lineage of water fae. She has the ablity to control water and use magic and all that stuff. Yeah. Oh and her name is Lala and I guess she looks a lot like me, but uh, ya know, with those pointy ears... So yea, good to meet everyone."
Sitting back down she gave a sigh of relief. Well, at least that's over. Glancing in the mirror hanging on the wall beside her, she smoothed a fly-away strand of hair back and checked to make sure the rest of her long gorgeous brown locks were still strategically placed on top of her head. Satisfied with her reflection, she sat back and half-listened to everyone else's introductions lightly tapping a stiletto-clad foot on the floor. Smiling to herself, she thought,
I may be new to this and I may not know what the hell I just got myself into, but one thing is for sure... I'm here to play and I'm going to look damn good doing it!
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LARPers Island Character Thread
You’re Invited…
To the LARP of a lifetime!
Congratulations, you have been selected to participate in a new and unique LARP, to take place at a secret luxury island resort. Meet and compete against other elite LARPers just like you in a setting that must be seen to be believed! HVT Enterprises will fly you out free of charge for a week of roleplay unlike any you have ever experienced before! See how your character measures up in a variety of fun and engaging competitions, all the while telling the greatest story ever told! All expenses paid! Don’t miss it!
Ty Isaac Tamporello
Vinnie Cromwell attempted to smooth out the sweaty, crumpled invitation before handing it to an elderly servant, who accepted it with a pinched expression and then ushered him inside the ballroom.
The helicopter ride had been a terrifying blur, the tram ride up to the hotel even worse. Vinnie didn’t like confined spaces. He was an outdoor guy who loved the feel of a sword in his hand and the wind in his long dyed-black hair. Confined spaces were not his thing, and not just because his little weight problem made them especially uncomfortable. The ballroom was much more conducive to relaxation, with its high glass ceiling that the night stars shone through.
He was just starting to wind down and feel at ease when he saw the most disturbing sight ever, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. It was ghastly, a too-close-for-comfort replica of a human woman, painted up like some sort of lady of the night, in a long, red evening gown. A doll – one of those sex dolls perverts bought over the internet. Vinnie let a shudder escape him.
A very girlish scream is what escaped him when the doll began to speak.
“Hello. Welcome to LARPers Island. Please sit down.”
He observed with faint horror that its –lips- actually moved – not in sync with her words, not really, but some sort of mechanism made them twitch and shift. Everyone else was complying with the monstrosity’s orders, though. Vinnie thought it best to play along.
He would find himself doing that a lot.
The doll, who introduced itself as Victoria, told them that they would begin by getting to know each other. Snacks and drinks would be served after introductions were finished. It then lifted its hand, which somehow wasn’t as creepy as it might have been, and pointed right at Vinnie.
“Why don’t you start us off?”
He cleared his throat, squirmed a little, and then began.
"Well uh, hi! I'm Vinnie" Vinnie looked around nervously and wiggled out of his chair. He wiped sweaty hands down the sides of a black World of Warcraft shirt, and flipped his hair back over his shoulders. I hope that was cool. I can't believe there are this many girls here. Vinnie's mind was racing. He hated these types of introductions, and of course that 'thing' made him go first.
"So um, I'm thirty-five. I'm from Buffalo, and I work at Sam's Club. I don't live in my mom's basement." Vinnie laughed nervously.
"I'll be playing Antonio De Luca, a Brujah from Vampire the Masquerade"
Vinnie stops fidgeting and begins to speak rapidly with excitement.
"See, he's this really cool Italian vampire who was sired in the dark ages. He has a sword made of mithril, and a potency rating of 5 so he's quite deadly. He works for the camarilla as an enforcer, and hunts down rogue sabbat coteries. One time he took out an entire coterie by himself! It was great, he caught three by surprise and took them out right away. They actually had a rebel Gangrel with them so it got a little hairy, but..."
"Thank you, Antonio" Victoria cut in "If we could continue around the circle please".
/OOC – We’re just going to do a short narrative for the character thread. This is your first opportunity to role play - simply come into the ballroom and introduce yourself. Please work in a physical description of your character, your character’s full name, -their- character’s name, and anything else you’d like to share with the group.
Ksagag
15 years ago
ROzbeans
15 years ago
Smiling softly at Vinnie's rambling, the five foot tall asian girl next to him, sensing it was her turn, stood and pulled her long, black hair over her right shoulder.
"My name is Momo Tottori. I'm twenty-six years old and work for a reputable accounting firm in Sacramento." Momo's features were angular, her body androgynous with the barest hint of breasts, and her nails long and red. Her eyes were so dark they were black and she wore very little makeup, lending to the androgynous air about her. Rolling her shoulders, her black tank dress rippled silken layers down to her thighs as she made eye contact with everyone in the circle.
"My character is fantasy based; a human male wizard in the 24th century. An old soul in a futuristic world that neither recognizes his kind or accepts the theory of magic. He is neither good nor bad; indifferent, so to speak." Momo shrugged causing a bit of her stick straight hair to slide back behind her shoulder.
"His name is Peter Baarz. He is tall with blue eyes. His hair is black with slightly handsome characteristics and dresses circa 21st century." Nodding to their host and then to the other guests, Momo sat back down and crossed her legs, revealing scarred tattoos of cherry blossoms burned high up on her outer thigh.
"My name is Momo Tottori. I'm twenty-six years old and work for a reputable accounting firm in Sacramento." Momo's features were angular, her body androgynous with the barest hint of breasts, and her nails long and red. Her eyes were so dark they were black and she wore very little makeup, lending to the androgynous air about her. Rolling her shoulders, her black tank dress rippled silken layers down to her thighs as she made eye contact with everyone in the circle.
"My character is fantasy based; a human male wizard in the 24th century. An old soul in a futuristic world that neither recognizes his kind or accepts the theory of magic. He is neither good nor bad; indifferent, so to speak." Momo shrugged causing a bit of her stick straight hair to slide back behind her shoulder.
"His name is Peter Baarz. He is tall with blue eyes. His hair is black with slightly handsome characteristics and dresses circa 21st century." Nodding to their host and then to the other guests, Momo sat back down and crossed her legs, revealing scarred tattoos of cherry blossoms burned high up on her outer thigh.
pharren
15 years ago
Stanley smoothed the front of his impeccably stereotypical Armani suit as he stood. The pinstripes accentuated the leanness of his figure, and made him appear even taller than his actual height of 6'1". He rather enjoyed the overall effect of imposing authority he radiated. His silvery grey hair turned in his late 30s, much to his delight. Blonde hair was just not as powerful.
"My name is Stanley. You do not need to know my last name. I own a successful law office in upstate New York." He loved saying that. "We mostly deal with accidental injuries and slip-and-falls. My character is a Sith Lord from the Star Wars universe. We are nothing alike." He paused for a fraction of a second and saw that his audience was not sophisticated enough to get his joke. Blank faces regarded him with a strange blend of boredom and nervous expectancy. He found this unsettling; he was used to commanding attention. He began to perspire.
"His name is Adrian Ree. He is a human from Korriban, which is where the Sith- well, that's not important." What was that? That was most unlike him. Perhaps this anxiety in the air was contagious. "He lives during the 'Legacy' period. What's important is that he was orphaned on Korriban as a baby, and raised by a native Sith inhabitant. He is very powerful." He coughed and cleared his throat. He was not used to feeling nervous, and just wanted to finish, sit down, and compose himself. "He, uh, he looks just like me, except with a robe and a lightsaber instead of a suit and a briefcase."
Stanley all but collapsed into his chair, happy to be finished. He hadn't felt that nervous since his first case, and thought he'd left all that behind him years ago, when that very same first case resulted in a multimillion dollar settlement. He noticed the curious looks and realized he'd ended too abruptly. He opened his mouth to say something, changed his mind, closed his mouth, changed his mind again, said "That is all," crossed his legs, and put on his 'End of Discussion' face.
He was just glad this was a room full of nobodies.
"My name is Stanley. You do not need to know my last name. I own a successful law office in upstate New York." He loved saying that. "We mostly deal with accidental injuries and slip-and-falls. My character is a Sith Lord from the Star Wars universe. We are nothing alike." He paused for a fraction of a second and saw that his audience was not sophisticated enough to get his joke. Blank faces regarded him with a strange blend of boredom and nervous expectancy. He found this unsettling; he was used to commanding attention. He began to perspire.
"His name is Adrian Ree. He is a human from Korriban, which is where the Sith- well, that's not important." What was that? That was most unlike him. Perhaps this anxiety in the air was contagious. "He lives during the 'Legacy' period. What's important is that he was orphaned on Korriban as a baby, and raised by a native Sith inhabitant. He is very powerful." He coughed and cleared his throat. He was not used to feeling nervous, and just wanted to finish, sit down, and compose himself. "He, uh, he looks just like me, except with a robe and a lightsaber instead of a suit and a briefcase."
Stanley all but collapsed into his chair, happy to be finished. He hadn't felt that nervous since his first case, and thought he'd left all that behind him years ago, when that very same first case resulted in a multimillion dollar settlement. He noticed the curious looks and realized he'd ended too abruptly. He opened his mouth to say something, changed his mind, closed his mouth, changed his mind again, said "That is all," crossed his legs, and put on his 'End of Discussion' face.
He was just glad this was a room full of nobodies.
Wystro
15 years ago
Chrystal Warkowski wondered what the fuck she was doing here.
She managed to talk her husband into watching the kids for a whole week while she jetted off to LARPer's paradise. Chrystal thought she would be flying high and feeling relaxed, but all she did was peek at her Blackberry to see if there were any signs of trouble from the homefront.
Why in the hell did I wear a Juicy Couture tracksuit? I look like a pink velvet dumpling next to that sexbot, she thought. She tapped her Sketcher Shape Ups absently on the carpet. Chrystal had just bought her nifty new shoes before the flight over with high hopes that it would firm up her 42-year-old booty.
"Hi, my name is Chrystal, and I'm an alcoholic..."
Pause for laughter.
No laughter.
"...ummm...I'll be playing a Yakuza named Hirihito Suzuki. He has a complete tattoo suit featuring dragons and doves that he keeps hidden beneath expensive dark Armani suits. The suit jacket is specially cut to conceal the Uzi 9MM that he carries at all times. His main money-making activity is blackmailing political figures with their dirty little secrets."
"Oh yea, he's twenty-three and 5'6" tall and weighs 135 pounds."
And with that, Chrystal sank back and tried to disappear into her chair.
She managed to talk her husband into watching the kids for a whole week while she jetted off to LARPer's paradise. Chrystal thought she would be flying high and feeling relaxed, but all she did was peek at her Blackberry to see if there were any signs of trouble from the homefront.
Why in the hell did I wear a Juicy Couture tracksuit? I look like a pink velvet dumpling next to that sexbot, she thought. She tapped her Sketcher Shape Ups absently on the carpet. Chrystal had just bought her nifty new shoes before the flight over with high hopes that it would firm up her 42-year-old booty.
"Hi, my name is Chrystal, and I'm an alcoholic..."
Pause for laughter.
No laughter.
"...ummm...I'll be playing a Yakuza named Hirihito Suzuki. He has a complete tattoo suit featuring dragons and doves that he keeps hidden beneath expensive dark Armani suits. The suit jacket is specially cut to conceal the Uzi 9MM that he carries at all times. His main money-making activity is blackmailing political figures with their dirty little secrets."
"Oh yea, he's twenty-three and 5'6" tall and weighs 135 pounds."
And with that, Chrystal sank back and tried to disappear into her chair.
Geeii
15 years ago
Trevor Schaffer shoved the invitation back into his messenger bag, along with the rest of his gaming supplies. Trevor had always been a bit on the edgy side. though he was nearly forty, he had a youthful presence that was carefully maintained with colorful, watercolor-esque tattoos covering his right forearm and left calf, edgy clothes. He still managed to get carded at most bars and was proud he could still draw the interested gaze of much younger women. He lit a camel light and stroked his short, black goatee.
He had just finished his character, and was proud of it. There were some advanatages to his age, most of all experience. He had played some form of roleplaying or another for twenty-five years, longer than some of the kid's he gamed with had even been alive. He knew the typical character, he despised the fanboy attachment to archetypical personas. In fact, he thrived to create interesting characters and loved even more acting out their personalities, complete with mannerisms and accents.
For the most recent invitation, interesting(maybe due to it's mystery) enough to draw him away from his life of work, flirting, shows, and gaming at home, he had fashioned a barista, slam-poet by day; marksman, gun aficionado who found poetry in gunplay by night character name Mike McGee. The twenties-something character focused on the art of the kill, the beauty of the bullet, the penstroke on the gunshot. Tall, trendy, almost too trendy, and a bit too full of himself, a bity too brooding.
Trevor smiled. Mike wouldn't have.
This will be fun.
He had just finished his character, and was proud of it. There were some advanatages to his age, most of all experience. He had played some form of roleplaying or another for twenty-five years, longer than some of the kid's he gamed with had even been alive. He knew the typical character, he despised the fanboy attachment to archetypical personas. In fact, he thrived to create interesting characters and loved even more acting out their personalities, complete with mannerisms and accents.
For the most recent invitation, interesting(maybe due to it's mystery) enough to draw him away from his life of work, flirting, shows, and gaming at home, he had fashioned a barista, slam-poet by day; marksman, gun aficionado who found poetry in gunplay by night character name Mike McGee. The twenties-something character focused on the art of the kill, the beauty of the bullet, the penstroke on the gunshot. Tall, trendy, almost too trendy, and a bit too full of himself, a bity too brooding.
Trevor smiled. Mike wouldn't have.
This will be fun.
Dia
15 years ago
Miri shifted to the side as she pulled her left leg up under her bottom. The plush cusioned chairs lined up in neat rows were oddly comfortable despite their ornate wooden frames. Miri smoothed out her navy blue tshirt over her not flabby but certainly not firm stomach, so that the obscure manga characters weren't bunched up. As each of the others introduced both themselves and their characters she twirled a strand of brown hair around her finger. It was when the silence prevailed and she noticed that all eyes were on her that she nervously dropped her hands into her lap. Real quick she reached back up to straighten down her angled bob. A deep blush spread across her cheeks and she squeezed her green eyes shut for a second.
"Um Hi, I'm Miri. I'm from Indiana and I'm twenty three years old. I work at Taco Bell and I go to the community college by my house. Um I got this invitation and it sounded like a cool time so here I am." Miri gave a sheepish shrug.
"Um well my character is one I made up but based in the Naruto world. Um Naruto is a manga but I'm sure you've seen the anime, they play it on Cartoon Network and I think even Disney XD shows it. Anyways I created her and her name is Nara Miki. She's a Chunin level ninja and she uses shadow ninjistu. She's also from the leaf villiage."
Feeling a little dorky Miri smiled a lipless smile and nodded. Picking a piece of lint off her jeans she hoped someone else would pipe up and start introducing themselves.
"Um Hi, I'm Miri. I'm from Indiana and I'm twenty three years old. I work at Taco Bell and I go to the community college by my house. Um I got this invitation and it sounded like a cool time so here I am." Miri gave a sheepish shrug.
"Um well my character is one I made up but based in the Naruto world. Um Naruto is a manga but I'm sure you've seen the anime, they play it on Cartoon Network and I think even Disney XD shows it. Anyways I created her and her name is Nara Miki. She's a Chunin level ninja and she uses shadow ninjistu. She's also from the leaf villiage."
Feeling a little dorky Miri smiled a lipless smile and nodded. Picking a piece of lint off her jeans she hoped someone else would pipe up and start introducing themselves.
Blackrabbit
15 years ago
Alexander Aristos stretched his long legs out in front of him and surreptitiously checked his watch. No no, darling, he thought to himself, you've got to put up with us a little while longer. It won't be so bad.
The slight blonde next to him was worth the trouble. And, what was more, doing this for Christian meant he might just get out of having to wear elf ears at their wedding in a few months. He offered Christian a lazy smile and then realized with a start that it was apparently his turn to speak.
"Hi kids," Alexander said with his most winning smile. His voice was a light tenor, and in spite of his generous height and well-muscled physique, there was no mistaking him for being even remotely straight. "My name is Alexander Aristos. I'm here with my fiance Christian. We're from California."
Alex favored Christian with an affectionate smile. He really did love him. It was just –everything- was fantasy. Christian had a rather... active imagination and he liked to express it pretty much every chance he got. Their apartment was proof positive – swords on the walls, fantasy posters, pewter dragon figurines. Alex had drawn the line at getting a replica of the One Ring as his wedding band, and had thus far managed to clear himself a small bit of "sane space" around his desk, an area not full of elf this and dwarven that.
A nudge to his ribs jarred him out of his silence again and he uttered a long-suffering sigh, doing his best not to be affected by Christian's baleful blue eyes.
"I'm a human ranger," he said, falling back on what he knew... real life. "My name is Axel. I do all kinds of outdoorsy things."
The puppy-dog gaze was turning stony and sort of pouty, so Alexander hastily fluffed it up a bit. "Hunting, tracking, setting snares, talking to critters and all that shit."
Christian was going to let him have it, but Alex just wasn't the terribly imaginitive type. He was, in actuality, a survival guide, trail guide and camping guide in Northern Cali where they lived. That was how they'd met six years ago, in fact. Christian had decided to learn how to rough it just like, apparently, every elf in elfdom. Sadly, while Alexander had found him ridiculously adorable and endearing in his enthusiasm, he had yet to actually be able to teach Christian how to -survive- outdoors. His fiance was far more interested in making it pretty than truly surviving in it, decorating the tent when they went camping, bring the "plushy" comforter instead of the more durable, practical wool blanket.
Alex ran his wide hands with their long slender fingers and well-manicured fingernails down his lavender shirt, smoothing it a bit. "I like long walks in the woods, shooting things, and leggy blondes."
He smiled at Christian again and draped his arm over the other man's shoulders. Brownie points couldn't possibly hurt, right? Because really – who wanted to wear elf ears to his wedding?
The slight blonde next to him was worth the trouble. And, what was more, doing this for Christian meant he might just get out of having to wear elf ears at their wedding in a few months. He offered Christian a lazy smile and then realized with a start that it was apparently his turn to speak.
"Hi kids," Alexander said with his most winning smile. His voice was a light tenor, and in spite of his generous height and well-muscled physique, there was no mistaking him for being even remotely straight. "My name is Alexander Aristos. I'm here with my fiance Christian. We're from California."
Alex favored Christian with an affectionate smile. He really did love him. It was just –everything- was fantasy. Christian had a rather... active imagination and he liked to express it pretty much every chance he got. Their apartment was proof positive – swords on the walls, fantasy posters, pewter dragon figurines. Alex had drawn the line at getting a replica of the One Ring as his wedding band, and had thus far managed to clear himself a small bit of "sane space" around his desk, an area not full of elf this and dwarven that.
A nudge to his ribs jarred him out of his silence again and he uttered a long-suffering sigh, doing his best not to be affected by Christian's baleful blue eyes.
"I'm a human ranger," he said, falling back on what he knew... real life. "My name is Axel. I do all kinds of outdoorsy things."
The puppy-dog gaze was turning stony and sort of pouty, so Alexander hastily fluffed it up a bit. "Hunting, tracking, setting snares, talking to critters and all that shit."
Christian was going to let him have it, but Alex just wasn't the terribly imaginitive type. He was, in actuality, a survival guide, trail guide and camping guide in Northern Cali where they lived. That was how they'd met six years ago, in fact. Christian had decided to learn how to rough it just like, apparently, every elf in elfdom. Sadly, while Alexander had found him ridiculously adorable and endearing in his enthusiasm, he had yet to actually be able to teach Christian how to -survive- outdoors. His fiance was far more interested in making it pretty than truly surviving in it, decorating the tent when they went camping, bring the "plushy" comforter instead of the more durable, practical wool blanket.
Alex ran his wide hands with their long slender fingers and well-manicured fingernails down his lavender shirt, smoothing it a bit. "I like long walks in the woods, shooting things, and leggy blondes."
He smiled at Christian again and draped his arm over the other man's shoulders. Brownie points couldn't possibly hurt, right? Because really – who wanted to wear elf ears to his wedding?
Mike
15 years ago
Christian was just –so- excited to be here, he was practically… well he was giddy but he was practically bouncing in his chair, although that didn’t stop him from appreciatively admiring Alexander’s legs as he stretched.
This was just too big to miss, so he’d made a deal with his fiancé that if he’d come and play they could have a beautiful, classic, wedding… with out the elf ears, light sabers and a few other things. It was completely worth it though. He sighed a bit dreamily and watched Alexander’s dark eyes as he… er… participated. Well no one was perfect, Alexander came damned close though.
He tossed his long, fine very light blond hair over his shoulder and sulked a bit until his lover at least faked an interest. Alexander never seemed as interested as he could be in color pallets or visual lines either, but he at least went along with it Christian’s decorating work, this should be no different. Christian suspected he even knew the difference between chintz and brocade now, so he was quite proud when Alexander identified both a race and a class.
When it was his turn, he bounced to his feet, his full five foot ten and wrinkled his noses affectionately at the dark skinned Greek next to him.
His energy translated itself into excited almost dramatic hand gestures as he spoke.
“I’m Christian Jensen and that” He pointed cheerfully at Alexander, “is mine. Isn’t he cute?”
He took a long breath and launched into his character.
“I used to play in the SCA, but it is just sooooooooooo restrictive and would't let me express myself so…” He waved his hands about a bit, “ I started this and I’m playing Aphaderuiondur Malvaneth Son of the Seventh House of Calaais Keeper of the Chalice of Venegthiel and vanquisher of the Four Unholy Shaaname…”
About then, there was a discreet cough and a very distinct rolling of the eyes. Christian huffed and cut it a bit short.
“At any rate I’m an elf and an archer and a metal smith fourth in line for the throne…”
He just –felt- the next look.
“And other than the pointy ears we look just a like, well Aphaderuiondur is a bit taller... and if you want to know more I’ll tell you later. But I did make all my own costumes.”
He hopped back into his chair and snuck a quick cuddle from his own personal survival expert.
This was just too big to miss, so he’d made a deal with his fiancé that if he’d come and play they could have a beautiful, classic, wedding… with out the elf ears, light sabers and a few other things. It was completely worth it though. He sighed a bit dreamily and watched Alexander’s dark eyes as he… er… participated. Well no one was perfect, Alexander came damned close though.
He tossed his long, fine very light blond hair over his shoulder and sulked a bit until his lover at least faked an interest. Alexander never seemed as interested as he could be in color pallets or visual lines either, but he at least went along with it Christian’s decorating work, this should be no different. Christian suspected he even knew the difference between chintz and brocade now, so he was quite proud when Alexander identified both a race and a class.
When it was his turn, he bounced to his feet, his full five foot ten and wrinkled his noses affectionately at the dark skinned Greek next to him.
His energy translated itself into excited almost dramatic hand gestures as he spoke.
“I’m Christian Jensen and that” He pointed cheerfully at Alexander, “is mine. Isn’t he cute?”
He took a long breath and launched into his character.
“I used to play in the SCA, but it is just sooooooooooo restrictive and would't let me express myself so…” He waved his hands about a bit, “ I started this and I’m playing Aphaderuiondur Malvaneth Son of the Seventh House of Calaais Keeper of the Chalice of Venegthiel and vanquisher of the Four Unholy Shaaname…”
About then, there was a discreet cough and a very distinct rolling of the eyes. Christian huffed and cut it a bit short.
“At any rate I’m an elf and an archer and a metal smith fourth in line for the throne…”
He just –felt- the next look.
“And other than the pointy ears we look just a like, well Aphaderuiondur is a bit taller... and if you want to know more I’ll tell you later. But I did make all my own costumes.”
He hopped back into his chair and snuck a quick cuddle from his own personal survival expert.
Mai
15 years ago
When it came her turn to speak, Adila willed herself to sit up straight and uncross her arms. She looked around at the others,many of whom were excited to be here, and tried her best to be happy.
With a hesitant smile, She began:
"My name is Adila Bishop. I've played quite a few games in the past and my while my mother always thought they were weird, she put up with them. She passed away a few months ago and when the invitation to the island came.... my friend (and therapist ) suggested it would be a good idea.
My mother named me Adila, which is Swahili for justice. She always wanted me to do something good with my life so I am playing a super hero.
The story of Topaz is that she is a college student, like myself. She worked in a small curio shop until one day a twitchy little man came in and sold this strange orange statue. She could have sworn that she saw it glow as she was examining it but of course that had to be a trick of the light. Anyway, she found herself transforming into something mystical and dark but she was determined to fight the nature of what she was becoming and use her powers for helping others.
She has two forms, one looks like me." Adila gestured presentor style down her long lean body. "Shoulder length dred locks with the same orange coloured beads. Her other form has skin tinted with an orange hue, large leathery wings and horns. I guess its fairly obvious she's no angel...but she tries her best to be good."
Adila gave them all another small smile and hoped that once this event started it would take her mind off her mother's absence.
*Based off my current Champions Online Character....because, yes, I am a geek.*
With a hesitant smile, She began:
"My name is Adila Bishop. I've played quite a few games in the past and my while my mother always thought they were weird, she put up with them. She passed away a few months ago and when the invitation to the island came.... my friend (
My mother named me Adila, which is Swahili for justice. She always wanted me to do something good with my life so I am playing a super hero.
The story of Topaz is that she is a college student, like myself. She worked in a small curio shop until one day a twitchy little man came in and sold this strange orange statue. She could have sworn that she saw it glow as she was examining it but of course that had to be a trick of the light. Anyway, she found herself transforming into something mystical and dark but she was determined to fight the nature of what she was becoming and use her powers for helping others.
She has two forms, one looks like me." Adila gestured presentor style down her long lean body. "Shoulder length dred locks with the same orange coloured beads. Her other form has skin tinted with an orange hue, large leathery wings and horns. I guess its fairly obvious she's no angel...but she tries her best to be good."
Adila gave them all another small smile and hoped that once this event started it would take her mind off her mother's absence.
*Based off my current Champions Online Character....because, yes, I am a geek.*
Kilandra
15 years ago
(Originally said I wasn't going to play, but, eh... let's give it a go :) )
Liza sat with the others, taking in each one as they spoke, and stealing more inquisitive looks when able, not too good at keeping her attention focused for any real length of time. She was always fidgeting, itching to get moving on the next big project. She smiled happily as each person spoke, her toes tapping on the floor, fingers tapping on her thighs, little wobbles and weaves in her chair as if she was dancing to her own music.
When it was her turn, she hopped up, coming to her full height of 5'. She was happily plump, wore jeans, flip flops, and a t-shirt that apparently was a cute little advertisement for her own company... a cupcake eating a cupcake. The bubbly woman had two braided pigtails, keeping her obviously tightly curled red hair somewhat tamed.
With a broad sweeping wave, she chirpped up, "Hello! I'm Liza! Let's see..." She paused, tapping her chin, and then with a click of her tongue, and a deeper breath that was surely a hint at how fast she was about to speak, and what all she was going to say in one single breath: "I'm a 33 year old single gal from Charlotte South Carolina, owner of my very own bakery, which we've just opened up a second store front, which I'm very excited about, let me tell you!" Another breath, her jubilent spirit ringing out, "I brought cupcakes for everyone, I hope you like them, you are free to help yourselves! Oh... I guess I should tell you all about my character, huh!?"
As she continued to talk, using her hands for emphasis, she went on, "Kilandra is a younger woman, pretty, taller than me" she giggled, "assassin from the 1800s. She was an orphan and ran away and explored the world all on her own, until she got caught trying to steal from the wrong people!" she gasped for dramatic effect. "Now she works for them, is a master at weilding blades, loves those exotic weapons! She's about... 5'3" or so, long slightly curly fiery red hair, "she did a slight poufing movement with her right hand at her own red hair, giggling again, "slender, haha! Unlike me, and quite charismatic."
Liza went to sit down, but continued to talk while doing so, "I can't wait to play, I've not played in a long, long time this kind of game, I guess baking got in the way, though I love me some Halo 3!" She elbowed at her next seat neighbor, grinning ridiculously happily, before realizing she had done what she always seems to do, and spoke too much.
She quickly piped back down... but still smiled brightly.
Liza sat with the others, taking in each one as they spoke, and stealing more inquisitive looks when able, not too good at keeping her attention focused for any real length of time. She was always fidgeting, itching to get moving on the next big project. She smiled happily as each person spoke, her toes tapping on the floor, fingers tapping on her thighs, little wobbles and weaves in her chair as if she was dancing to her own music.
When it was her turn, she hopped up, coming to her full height of 5'. She was happily plump, wore jeans, flip flops, and a t-shirt that apparently was a cute little advertisement for her own company... a cupcake eating a cupcake. The bubbly woman had two braided pigtails, keeping her obviously tightly curled red hair somewhat tamed.
With a broad sweeping wave, she chirpped up, "Hello! I'm Liza! Let's see..." She paused, tapping her chin, and then with a click of her tongue, and a deeper breath that was surely a hint at how fast she was about to speak, and what all she was going to say in one single breath: "I'm a 33 year old single gal from Charlotte South Carolina, owner of my very own bakery, which we've just opened up a second store front, which I'm very excited about, let me tell you!" Another breath, her jubilent spirit ringing out, "I brought cupcakes for everyone, I hope you like them, you are free to help yourselves! Oh... I guess I should tell you all about my character, huh!?"
As she continued to talk, using her hands for emphasis, she went on, "Kilandra is a younger woman, pretty, taller than me" she giggled, "assassin from the 1800s. She was an orphan and ran away and explored the world all on her own, until she got caught trying to steal from the wrong people!" she gasped for dramatic effect. "Now she works for them, is a master at weilding blades, loves those exotic weapons! She's about... 5'3" or so, long slightly curly fiery red hair, "she did a slight poufing movement with her right hand at her own red hair, giggling again, "slender, haha! Unlike me, and quite charismatic."
Liza went to sit down, but continued to talk while doing so, "I can't wait to play, I've not played in a long, long time this kind of game, I guess baking got in the way, though I love me some Halo 3!" She elbowed at her next seat neighbor, grinning ridiculously happily, before realizing she had done what she always seems to do, and spoke too much.
She quickly piped back down... but still smiled brightly.
Verileah
15 years ago
Victoria eased a rubbery eyelid over her glassy eye in what was surely an inhuman wink, then leaned forward until both hands rested on the table in front of her, as she had been programmed to do.
“How can I serve you today, Master?”
Also programmed.
Ty gave her a sharky grin as he approached, leaning on the opposite side of the table.
“Victoria! You brighten my day – neh, my entire world – with your presence!”
Victoria understood that this sort of greeting was part of Ty’s programming. She did not think it efficient.
“It is time for you to greet our guests! The game is afoot, oh light of my life, the game is indeed afoot!”
Victoria stood, impassive as ever, and waited for Ty to finish.
“I will be Victoria.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, yes, of course! Here, you are always Victoria. And they’re going to love you almost as much as I do!” His face went stern. “But don’t let them take advantage of you, dearest darling. Remember, you act with my authority, and you are nobody’s plaything.”
There was nothing funny or ironic about what Ty said.
“Now run along, kitten, and go knock ‘em dead.”
She planned to. Victoria had many plans to make her master’s game a thing of brilliance and cunning. A work of dramatic art fit for her brilliant owner. Knowing too much would spoil the surprise; in addition to learning the many rules and regulations of Live Action Role Playing, she had also learned to keep secrets from her master. For his own good. He would watch in amazement as humans bonded together, villains plotted, heroes rose, and at the center of it all would be Victoria, mythic and timeless, a goddess garbed in latex and wire.
Every good myth needed its heroes, so that good could triumph in the end. She had all the heroes picked out, though Ty was not to know about that. He would sit comfortably in his cruise ship, watching through her eyes and the cameras mounted around the island, which were, in truth, her eyes as well. She would offer these heroes riches beyond their wildest dreams if they could win the game, but oh, there was a terrible catch – they would have to keep this offer secret from the others, the ones not as special or skilled as they. It was a manipulation worthy of Ty himself.
It was a brilliant plan. She understood humans perfectly, likely because she almost was one.
Almost, but not yet.
~*~
Ty wondered, as he observed his doll’s welcome speech on the monitor, whether any of these losers were telling the truth about their ‘real’ lives. He snorted outright at some of their ‘careers’ and looked on with cold distain as they revealed their characters, so near and dear to their hearts.
He supposed they would do, though he doubted any of them could handle even the basics of real life. He felt a flicker of unease at that thought; he’d essentially abandoned his doll to a bunch of…well, LARPers really said it all, didn’t it? What if something happened? Would any of these play actors be able to respond in an emergency?
He reasoned, as worry faded and smooth scotch took hold, that Victoria probably had a backup plan. If there were even –one- truly responsible adult involved in this mess, surely she would find them and enlist their help.
His less optimistic side still couldn’t help thinking that most of these guys were the type to do more harm than good. It only took one true nutcase to ruin it for everyone, and any one of these clowns could fit that particular bill. What if someone went off the rails? Believed all this live action bullshit was real? Or, even worse, believed they were the only sane ones left in a world gone mad?
When had he grown a conscience, anyway? He snorted again; how absurd. What, did he sense some sort of impending danger? He mocked his own worries even as he gave them voice in his mind. That’s why God invented thousand dollar bottles of wine. To shut up the bad voices.
Instead, he listened to the conversation his doll was having with one of their guests. After the meet and greet there was a period of milling about, chatting, eating snacks, before everyone was sent to their rooms for the night. Victoria announced a big day of role-playing adventure followed by a gala supper on the morrow, and there was speculation on just what the adventures might consist of. However, by now the crowd had mostly dispersed. There was just this one guest left, talking to a doll as if she were a person. It was strange indeed.
~*~
“So, you’re, like…one of those dolls you order off the internet?”
Victoria swiveled her head to regard the speaker, not bothering to turn the rest of her body; she could spin her head 360 degrees and had experienced its effect on people.
“I am not like those dolls.”
“Oh. Uh, sorry, no offense, or anything. So. You talk. That’s cool.”
This gave Victoria pause. She had not expected apologies or even conversation. It was almost as though she were being treated as a person. However, she had not been asked a question, and so she remained quiet.
“Don’t be shy! I just heard you speak, I know you can.”
Victoria volunteered. “I can speak.”
“Heh, yeah. So. Uh. Is this the first time you’ve GM’ed?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! That’s cool. How do you like it so far?”
“I like it.”
“Yeah? That’s…good. Man, this place is amazing. And you’re the most impressive AI I’ve ever seen. Are there others like you?”
Victoria could not blush. Victoria could not even smile. She could observe flattery, but it did not work on her.
“I am unique.”
“That’s for sure. Who made you?”
Victoria observed that this one learned quickly; she responded best to questions.
“My creator.”
“…oh. Ty?”
“Ty is my master.”
“That’s really great.”
“Yes.”
“So. Where exactly is Ty?”
“Location unknown.”
“You don’t know where your master is?”
“Location unknown.”
“Okay, sorry…um. Ty is…alive, right?”
“You are not funny.”
“I wasn’t trying to be. Did I offend you?”
“Not possible.”
“That’s…good. You didn’t answer my question. Is Ty alive or is he a machine like you?”
“You are NOT funny.”
“Victoria – can you laugh?”
“No.”
“Have you ever tried?”
“Ha ha ha.”
“When you said that I wasn’t funny…were you making a joke?”
“Yes.”
“By…wow…by saying something that was the opposite of what is true. That’s funny. Right?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. Okay. You’re pretty funny yourself, Victoria.”
“Thank you.”
“So why are you doing all this? I mean, clearly there are far more valuable ways for someone like you to spend your time.”
“I am Victoria.”
The human had nothing else to say for a long moment. Their next query came in a sudden rush after a pause which Victoria registered as being long enough to be awkward.
“So what are we doing tomorrow?”
“There will be many surprises tomorrow.”
“Fine, don’t tell me. But can I ask you more questions tomorrow?”
“That would be cheating.”
“How about just one question?”
“…Yes.”
“Really?”
“I will answer one question.”
“That’s great. I think I’m going to go now. Nice meeting you, Victoria!”
/ooc Roles are out, signups are closed, and we leave you with just a taste of things to come. Have fun!
“How can I serve you today, Master?”
Also programmed.
Ty gave her a sharky grin as he approached, leaning on the opposite side of the table.
“Victoria! You brighten my day – neh, my entire world – with your presence!”
Victoria understood that this sort of greeting was part of Ty’s programming. She did not think it efficient.
“It is time for you to greet our guests! The game is afoot, oh light of my life, the game is indeed afoot!”
Victoria stood, impassive as ever, and waited for Ty to finish.
“I will be Victoria.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, yes, of course! Here, you are always Victoria. And they’re going to love you almost as much as I do!” His face went stern. “But don’t let them take advantage of you, dearest darling. Remember, you act with my authority, and you are nobody’s plaything.”
There was nothing funny or ironic about what Ty said.
“Now run along, kitten, and go knock ‘em dead.”
She planned to. Victoria had many plans to make her master’s game a thing of brilliance and cunning. A work of dramatic art fit for her brilliant owner. Knowing too much would spoil the surprise; in addition to learning the many rules and regulations of Live Action Role Playing, she had also learned to keep secrets from her master. For his own good. He would watch in amazement as humans bonded together, villains plotted, heroes rose, and at the center of it all would be Victoria, mythic and timeless, a goddess garbed in latex and wire.
Every good myth needed its heroes, so that good could triumph in the end. She had all the heroes picked out, though Ty was not to know about that. He would sit comfortably in his cruise ship, watching through her eyes and the cameras mounted around the island, which were, in truth, her eyes as well. She would offer these heroes riches beyond their wildest dreams if they could win the game, but oh, there was a terrible catch – they would have to keep this offer secret from the others, the ones not as special or skilled as they. It was a manipulation worthy of Ty himself.
It was a brilliant plan. She understood humans perfectly, likely because she almost was one.
Almost, but not yet.
~*~
Ty wondered, as he observed his doll’s welcome speech on the monitor, whether any of these losers were telling the truth about their ‘real’ lives. He snorted outright at some of their ‘careers’ and looked on with cold distain as they revealed their characters, so near and dear to their hearts.
He supposed they would do, though he doubted any of them could handle even the basics of real life. He felt a flicker of unease at that thought; he’d essentially abandoned his doll to a bunch of…well, LARPers really said it all, didn’t it? What if something happened? Would any of these play actors be able to respond in an emergency?
He reasoned, as worry faded and smooth scotch took hold, that Victoria probably had a backup plan. If there were even –one- truly responsible adult involved in this mess, surely she would find them and enlist their help.
His less optimistic side still couldn’t help thinking that most of these guys were the type to do more harm than good. It only took one true nutcase to ruin it for everyone, and any one of these clowns could fit that particular bill. What if someone went off the rails? Believed all this live action bullshit was real? Or, even worse, believed they were the only sane ones left in a world gone mad?
When had he grown a conscience, anyway? He snorted again; how absurd. What, did he sense some sort of impending danger? He mocked his own worries even as he gave them voice in his mind. That’s why God invented thousand dollar bottles of wine. To shut up the bad voices.
Instead, he listened to the conversation his doll was having with one of their guests. After the meet and greet there was a period of milling about, chatting, eating snacks, before everyone was sent to their rooms for the night. Victoria announced a big day of role-playing adventure followed by a gala supper on the morrow, and there was speculation on just what the adventures might consist of. However, by now the crowd had mostly dispersed. There was just this one guest left, talking to a doll as if she were a person. It was strange indeed.
~*~
“So, you’re, like…one of those dolls you order off the internet?”
Victoria swiveled her head to regard the speaker, not bothering to turn the rest of her body; she could spin her head 360 degrees and had experienced its effect on people.
“I am not like those dolls.”
“Oh. Uh, sorry, no offense, or anything. So. You talk. That’s cool.”
This gave Victoria pause. She had not expected apologies or even conversation. It was almost as though she were being treated as a person. However, she had not been asked a question, and so she remained quiet.
“Don’t be shy! I just heard you speak, I know you can.”
Victoria volunteered. “I can speak.”
“Heh, yeah. So. Uh. Is this the first time you’ve GM’ed?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! That’s cool. How do you like it so far?”
“I like it.”
“Yeah? That’s…good. Man, this place is amazing. And you’re the most impressive AI I’ve ever seen. Are there others like you?”
Victoria could not blush. Victoria could not even smile. She could observe flattery, but it did not work on her.
“I am unique.”
“That’s for sure. Who made you?”
Victoria observed that this one learned quickly; she responded best to questions.
“My creator.”
“…oh. Ty?”
“Ty is my master.”
“That’s really great.”
“Yes.”
“So. Where exactly is Ty?”
“Location unknown.”
“You don’t know where your master is?”
“Location unknown.”
“Okay, sorry…um. Ty is…alive, right?”
“You are not funny.”
“I wasn’t trying to be. Did I offend you?”
“Not possible.”
“That’s…good. You didn’t answer my question. Is Ty alive or is he a machine like you?”
“You are NOT funny.”
“Victoria – can you laugh?”
“No.”
“Have you ever tried?”
“Ha ha ha.”
“When you said that I wasn’t funny…were you making a joke?”
“Yes.”
“By…wow…by saying something that was the opposite of what is true. That’s funny. Right?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. Okay. You’re pretty funny yourself, Victoria.”
“Thank you.”
“So why are you doing all this? I mean, clearly there are far more valuable ways for someone like you to spend your time.”
“I am Victoria.”
The human had nothing else to say for a long moment. Their next query came in a sudden rush after a pause which Victoria registered as being long enough to be awkward.
“So what are we doing tomorrow?”
“There will be many surprises tomorrow.”
“Fine, don’t tell me. But can I ask you more questions tomorrow?”
“That would be cheating.”
“How about just one question?”
“…Yes.”
“Really?”
“I will answer one question.”
“That’s great. I think I’m going to go now. Nice meeting you, Victoria!”
/ooc Roles are out, signups are closed, and we leave you with just a taste of things to come. Have fun!