Wolves of the Valley « Result #1 on Nov 1, 2009, 6:27pm »
http://www.wolvesofthevalley.proboards.com Come in to Wolves of the Valley, a wolf roleplay based off warriors. Join one of the four packs that reside inside a circular mountain range that is well guarded from human eyes. Don't think there isn't any danger, though. The packs aren't exactly...friends. Battles can occur anytime... CURRENT PLOT (as of 10.23.09): Fur-shed is under way, and with it --drought. Foxheart has her paws full with constant patrols on Pack Waterfall's river territory. Her pack owns the deepest, coolest, and most shady sections of the river. This territory looks mighty enticing to the other packs, especially Illusion and Shadow, as they have territories in open land. The Wolf Moon Gathering is coming up, however, so maybe the leaders will sort things out then... Come in and join one of the four packs of WOTV... Waterfall...
Heroes Exodus « Result #2 on Jul 1, 2009, 4:03am »
Welcome to Heroes Exodus, an Alternate Reality RPG Forum, where a small group of people are forced to rationalize a brewing storm of unexplained phenomena.
"It starts right after 'Volume Two: Generations' ends, and before 'Volume Three: Villains' even begins . . ."
March 20, 2007
• Hiro Nakamura, Nathan Petrelli and Matt Parkman try to stop Adam Monroe and Peter Petrelli from releasing the Shanti virus. • Nathan and Matt reveal Adam's true intentions to Peter. • Adam releases the only known specimen of Strain 138. • Hiro avenges his father, Kaito's death by burying Adam alive. • The first case of the incurable virus is reported. • Nathan contracts the virus in the first outbreak and dies shortly thereafter.
• Gabriel Gray a.k.a. "Sylar" holds Maya Herrera, Dr. Mohinder Suresh and Molly Walker hostage to get his acquired ability, Telekinesis, back. • Maya is shot by Sylar but is restored back to life by the rapidly regenerative blood. • Elle Bishop attempts to get back into her father, Robert "Bob's” good graces by saving Maya, Mohinder and Molly from Sylar.
• Claire Bennet's plan to reveal her ability, Rapid cell regeneration, hits a road bump with her adoptive father, Noah's return. • Claire watches in shock as her biological father, Nathan is rushed to the hospital on the news.
• Sylar comes across a dossier on the Level 5 prisoners and takes it for himself. • Mohinder returns from the airport, having placed Molly on a plane somewhere "safe."
• In Tokyo, Hiro and Ando Masahashi are settling into executive management at Yamagato Industries.
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A serial drama that follows the lives of ordinary people who thought they were like everyone else… until they woke with discovering extraordinary abilities and incredible powers. Save the Cheerleader, save the world… are you on the list? Some people are born to be extraordinary, someone flies... someone dies, no one is safe… how do you stop an exploding man?
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Aquaman, *Script Form* « Result #3 on Apr 15, 2009, 6:14pm »
This was posted up a while ago, but than I found out I put it in the wrong place and a couple writing errors, so I’ve decided to repost it.
I have little drawing talent, so I'll put this out as a script and hope someone with talent will one day animate it. I'll probably only write in this once.
Prelude/5 Sec. summary:
In this version of Aquaman, he's a 16 year old prince named Arthur, (At least in Aqua-people's view and physical appearance... Whoever understood that, please raise your hands.) who will possibly inherit the Atlantic kingdom, largest of the six kingdoms. Before he can do that, he has too complete a Vir'Erevna or Hero quest. He has until his father's death to prove himself a hero and worthy of rule over the Atlantic Ocean. During that time he will be faced with many challenges. Can he handle it, or will he fail to prove himself a hero?
Beginning: First few pictures are of an underwater Kingdom, made of stone. It is completely submerged, and everything is a bluish green tint. There are few lights on, and there are people outside doing normal run-of-the-mill activities. The view than goes to three figures on an underwater cliff overlooking the city. A young floats underwater over a cliff overlooking the Kingdom of the Atlantic He appear to be sixteen, and his short hair flows around him, a muddy blonde color. Two guards stand next to him, both holding spears. Guard one: Prince Arthur... it's time to go. Arthur closes his eyes, turning away from his home. Aquaman/Arthur: Will I ever see it again? Guard 2: Who can tell the fate of any journey not yet begun? Guard 1, reassuringly: Prince Arthur, don't add more salt to the ocean. Be brave, and prove that you have strength to face the unknown. Arthur's shoulder's slump for a moment, a lost look on his face. Than, his features harden into a determined expression and he squares his shoulders. There is steel in his eyes, a glimpse into the future man this boy might yet become. Arthur: Let’s go; there is nothing left for me to do but leave. Arthur and the two guards leave, heading toward the surface.
One random beach on the coast of Ireland
Scene: Still underwater, but water is shallow enough that they are standing on sand. Guard 1: This is where we leave you, Prince Arthur. Arthur nodds in understanding. Arthur: Send my mother and father my love, and my brother a broken stick. Guard's laugh, and young Aquaman smiles. Guard 2: Good luck... future king. Both swim away leaving Arthur alone for the first time in his life. Taking a deep gulp of water, he turns around and begins walking, his head breaking the surface.
Flashback:
Scene: Fish dart in and out of pillars of marble, and there are two figures seen. They are talking and swimming around what must be an audience chamber of some sort, though it is not currently in use. The architecture is similar to Greek and Roman versions above and etchings have gold in the cracks accenting the ancient feel to them. One of the swimming figures is wearing a simple golden crown, a cape and is holding a trident. Long yellow hair and a beard float around him, but there is no doubt of the authority this merman wields. A young boy swims next to, and would seem to be fifteen years of age. His own hair is golden, though it is a darker shade. There is no doubt these two are related though. King: Remember my son, that when you first breath in air, your body will have to readjust itself in order to regulate a new life supply. It will be painful and your body will automatically shut down in a few minutes. The same amount of time it would take a human to drown in our waters. Young Arthur: Won't there be people to help me? King: Your guards are ordered to take you to the shoreline. They will go with you no further. I would suggest coming up at night, for many reasons. Passing out is not a good way to make an impression, and more importantly, it will leave you vulnerable. Arthur: Are there no good air-breathers? King Laughing: There are as many good air-breathers as there are wicked: The same as our people. Yet, do you believe it wise to find out the difference between the two by putting yourself at risk? Young Arthur visibly nervous: This is going to be rather... difficult isn't it? King, puts hand on Arthur's shoulder: Most things in life hard... It's part of living, part of growing. How can we change if we are never pushed too? Swords don't magically appear- They must be crafted from iron ore and coal. If no one were to take them from the land, than how would they ever be forged into the strong durable steel used in battle? Young Arthur nods, looking down still, nervous despite his father's reassurances. End Flashback:
Arthur head breaks the surface, and his eyes open wide as he remembers what his father told him. To late though, as he begins to gasp and cough out water. He sees the shore, and it is not far. He struggles to swim, unable to breathe in the water or air as his lungs undergo a change in its normal routine of bringing life to Arthur's body. Arthur practically claws his way to shore, sighting the ocean that has been his constant companion all his life. Finally he reaches the sandy shore, where he falls down, still gasping and coughing. The sun is in his eyes, and the brightness of it all quickly gives way to darkness. Arthur's eyes open to see several older faces peering down at him. (A/N: I have no idea how to write an Irish accent of any kind, but considering this is a rough draft, it shouldn't be too much of a problem...) Man #1: He's awake. Tell me sonny, what do ya think ya doin' swimin' in the ocean with only a handful o' people abou' an' no one ta care for ya in case ye' nearly drown? Man #2: He very nearly did! Man #3: Aye, lucky thing he got ta' shore as quick as he did an' we was there to get him out o' tha' mess. Man #1: Aye, it twas. Say Laddy, what's ya name. Arthur: Arthur, sirs Man #3 laughs: Haven’t been called sir in a long time! Man #1: Well Arthur, I'm Marty, that man over there is my cousin Ralph, Man #3/Ralph: Pleasure to make ye' acquaintance Man #1/Marty: My son Donald Man #2/Donald: *Grunts in acknowledgment* Marty: An' there are various other folk, but I don't think we need ta' go into all that righ' now. Tell me, who should I get in contact with for this lil' misshap? Arthur attempting to copy their accents: Ah, don' worry ye'selves over it. Me home tisn't far from 'ere. By chance do ye' know of where I could find a jewelry shop? Donald: Ya nearly drown in the ocean, an' now ya want ta go off ta' buy somethin'? Arthur: It's for my girlfriend. It's 'er birthday an' I wanted to suprise 'er wit' somethin' nice an' all, I tried ta' find a nice shell, but seein' as it nearly cost me me life, I'm a thinkin' I'll jus' get her somethin' shiny the safe way. Arthur grins sheepishly. Marty looks suspicious of this story: Aye, there's one down the road in town. What's the name o' tha’ place? Ralph: There's a couple o' places. I recommend the one on the corner. Eric works down there, an' he's a reliable sort. I think it's called "The Golden Corner" or somthin' like that. Donald: I think his wife named it that. She always liked making things sound cuter like tha’, God rest her soul. There's a pause as all agree and look into the distance, lost in thought. Arthur breaks silence: Err, I shoul’ be goin.' Ralph: Here laddie, take this. Gives Arthur some money. For the bus. Yer still a little unsteady, an' ya should save ya money. For yer lady friend. Arthur nods: Than ye kindly sir. He stands up and wobbles out the door. The people watch him leave. Donald: Think he was tellin' the truth? Marty: Not a chance.
Next Scene: Night has fallen, and it’s raining as Arthur makes his way up the road. One store is seen, the lights are on but the darkness has blotted out everything else, including the Store’s name. In side the figure of a man can be seen moving about. Arthur quickly makes his way up and into the shop. He walks in, and a bell rings, startling the shop’s owner. The Owner is an elderly man with white hair and a nice suit. Owner: I was plannin’ on closin’ up, but if ye know what you want- He has turned around at this point, and is now looking at Arthur in surprise. This is because Arthur is wearing the traditional ‘Aquaman’ outfit and a green cape. His surprise is understandable. Arthur, oblivious: Can I sell some jewelry here? I have some rather good pieces. Before the owner can object, he produces a backpack from beneath his cloak. It’s an old ratty looking thing, and also green. He opens the top and pulls out the first thing his hand comes into contact with: A golden ruby necklace, the likes of which can only be found in museums. The owner stares for a moment. Owner, eyes never leaving the necklace: Laddie, I know this is a test of God. I know, ‘cause I know tha’ if I was a lesser man and a few decades younger I’d kill ya fer that backpack and all it ‘as in it. As it is, I’m an old god fearing man an’ I’m gonna give you whatever money I happen to have in this cash register an’ on me, an’ I can tell ya righ’ now is’ still cheatin’ ya. Arthur, looking unsure now after that speech: What’? Owner, takes money out of the cash register, than his own wallet and puts it on the counter: There, that’s all I got. I’s all yer’s if ya give me that necklace. Arthur picks up the money and puts the necklace on the counter, where the owner quickly picks it up, examining. Owner: I can offer ye some advice along with that money. Tomorrow go to the thrift store a few miles back, and get somethin’ to wear that looks halfway normal, than get out of town. Words gonna spread quick abou’ you an’ tha’s na’ the attention ye’ll be wantin’ to attract. Arthur: Where should I go? I wanna be a hero… Owner: World needs some heroes, an’ they wouldn’ be so bad to have here… but yer jus’ a young pup aren’t ya, and we don’ need a green hero. No, yer best place would be to go to America an’ find one o’ the ‘eroes there to train ye. Than ye’ll be able to do some real good in the world. Arthur: How do I ge’ ta America? Owner: Use some of that money to get on an airplane, an’ the rest ta bribe yer way through customs. It’ll be ‘ard, but in this world, if one thing talks its money. Jus’ careful not wave it around and you’ll find a way if yer smart. Arthur nods. He’s lived his life among political intrigue: He knows how to bribe people. Owner: An’ don’ go trustin’ anymore people. Luck’s had her eye on ye up till this point I’ll wager, bu’ no more after this. Yer gonna find ou’ na’ so many people in this world ‘ave good intentions or are god-fearin’. Now, ye should be goin.’ Arthur nods, re-shouldering his backpack before leaving the owner to examine the ancient necklace and plan an early retirement.
Morning finds Arthur huddled near the doorway of a shop. A man comes up, and notices him. He gives him a good kick, muttering something. Arthur wakes up, and as the man unlocks and enters the building, he follows him in. Man: If yer lookin’ ta rob me, I’d suggest ye forget it. Arthur: No, I’m jus’ lookin’ ta buy some clothes. Man: Aye, those clothes yer wearin’ aren’t much to look at. Ye lookin’ fer a full set? Arthur: aye, an’ not to expensive. Man: Na too expensive… Leaves, grumbling and returns a few minutes later with some jeans, an orange hoodie, a black shirt and some boxers.Man: It’s all been used before, except fer the boxers. Look to be about yer size. Ye can try ‘em on in the back. Arthur takes the clothes and goes to the back. He returns a minute later, wearing a hoodie that is most obviously too big for him, though the jeans seem to be nearly the right size. The man studies him for a second. Man: If yer wearin’ the boxers, yer keepin’ them. Arthur nods, and looks at the orange hoodie before giving the man a ‘yer-not-serious look. The man shrugs, Man: It’s the cheapest thing here. Besides, isn’t orange a popular color with all ye kids? Arthur shrugs and puts his old clothes on the counter: They’ll do. Man, looking thoughtful: Somethin’s still missin’…. I go’ it. The man disappears only to reappear a moment later with a pair of socks and some old boots. Man: Lets add these to the pile. Arthur, putting on the socks and than the boots: Alright, how much Man, scratching his chin: Well, if yer willin’ to give me yer old clothes, I’ll charge ye 37.96. Arthus agrees, standing up and takes out some money from his pocket. He had already filled up his pockets with some of the things he’d been keeping in his book bag. The man takes the money and the clothes, muttering something about selling it as a costume. Arthur goes to a mirror, and looks at himself, wearing a faded orange hoodie, some old pants and a ratty green book bag. He looks skeptical and even a little anxious. There’s a zoom in on his face, which than changes to a zoom out of him sitting in a plane. The image zooms out once more, and a map is shown of the airplane he’s on and its final destination: Chicago.
Books never lose there charm, despite how many years they may see....
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Re: Requesting help to write a tv series... « Result #5 on Feb 23, 2009, 8:10pm »
Ok, you're red ranger. Congrats!
Here's Mentor's profile
Name: Aqil aka Mentor
Age: Alien equivalent to 34.
Gender: Alien equivalent to male.
Position: Officially head of team's operations and their caregiver.
Personality: Mentor's personality in a nutshell: A kicked puppy. His life hasn't turned out exactly like he plannned... or even remotely like he planned. He gets next to no respect from the team, no respect from his superiors. Despite this all though, he is incredibly patient, determined and filled with dry humor. He will hold his head high, and do whatever it takes to help the team in anyway they can accept. He rarely gets super angry, though once he does he is scary to say the least. He's adjusting to his role and to the limits of his position, but he's basically a rock of stability.
History: Mentor went through the Intergalactical Academy and majored in Philosophy and Pschology. His past up to that point isn't worth mentioning. He applied for the Power Rangers corp and waited eagerly for a posting. When offered to take up Omega squad, he instantly agreed. He assembled a team and sent them out to battle the bad guys, expecting it was like any other scenario in the PR corp. When only Esti came back, he realized the mistake he'd made. After the funeral he attempted to get pulled from the corp only to discover his superiors were not willing to do that. Apparently they had been looking for some naive fool to take the post at Omega squad and weren't about to let him go. So Aqil was forced to stay. A year after the old team died he sent out several letters to several... special teens. He's also modified the equipment the team will be using to better insure their survival.
Appearnce: Aqil wears a holo projector that shows a twenty or thirty year old man with lightish hair and silver eyes. His true form is a humanoid alien with grey skin and black eyes. He usually wears robes and is often said to look like a monk. He is a pretty dull looking individual when it comes right down to it.
Weapon Preferance: Doesn't usually fight, but is a master of fighting with a short sword.
Other: He has no robotic side kick, and Esti serves as his second. His life isn't the greatest. Also serves time in galactic courts trying to either explain the teams action or get them out of trouble. Through this Aqil has gained extensive knowledge of alien laws and politics.
Books never lose there charm, despite how many years they may see....
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Re: Incredibly Lost « Result #6 on Jan 21, 2009, 8:01pm »
Sorry for lateness about this. Seein' as ya asked for feed back I'll talk about both your site and the affiliation. First of the ad is short, which is always nice, and gets through the main points. Only two things though. 1. You need to put up a link for your site. It just makes life easier. 2. The overall design just isn't attention grabbing. Otherwise it's ver efficent, very nice.
Site: I like that there isn't a whole lot of space being wasted. There's something to see every where. Also, the color scheme is very nice. Only thing is that it looks a little overwhelming, and that might scare some people. Still, it looks cool to say the least.
Re: Incredibly Lost « Result #7 on Jan 6, 2009, 8:42pm »
We still have your affiliate up! I just wanted to make a quick note that our plot has changed substantially. Hope you'll check us out. Always looking for feedback too.
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A Silent Conversation « Result #8 on Dec 11, 2008, 1:38pm »
A Silent Conversation
I realize now there are words I say, That are never said. Words that are kept That I have never kept. How can a thousand thoughts and feelings, A thousand musings, Be said within one word? I am finding to my sorrow that they can’t be told in such a way. So to my bumbling tongue, To thoughtful and thoughtless silence To a fearful Foolishness They are lost. Those many idea turning conversations, Never uttered For a fool’s fear Of being foolish. Words lost not dust But to silence.
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