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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 10, 2006 19:14:52 GMT -5
Cryptozoology:Cryptozoology is the study of animals that are presumed (at least by the researcher) to exist, but for which conclusive proof is missing; the term also includes the study of animals generally considered extinct, but which are still occasionally reported. Those who study or search for such animals are called cryptozoologists, while the hypothetical creatures involved are referred to by some as "cryptids", a term coined by John Wall in 1983.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 10, 2006 20:43:28 GMT -5
Throughout the ages, myths have played a huge part in human culture. Fascinating, amazing, and sometimes disturbing stories of creatures that couldn't possibly exist. ...Or could they?
Rules
1) Follow the General Rules of the site. 2) All non-human characters must first be approved by the RP Master. It is preferred that these creatures be at least humanoid. 3) Humans may not have any supernatural powers unless possessed or transformed by the bite of a Vampire, Werewolf, or other similar creatures.
More to come.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 10, 2006 21:17:13 GMT -5
Setting
New York City, New York, United States of America 2007, July 15th, Thursday, 8:00 A.M.(Leo hates Thursday)
Intro
Leones hated Thursdays. She really did. She had no work on Thursday, no where to go, nothing to do but sit around and feel sorry for herself, nothing good ever came of the television, and the mail never contained anything but bills which she could not pay. The only good thing about it was that the neighbor regularly took his dog on an all day walk on Thursday, so she didn't have to deal with either of them. With great dread, she went to check her mail. Lovely mail, full of bloody bills which she could not pay, as before mentioned. She shifted through the bills as she walked back up the stairs of the apartment complex to her apartment. Something caught her eye.
To Miss Leones Chimera
From Lord Charles 'Monty' Hailstone
She blinked. Lord Hailstone? What an odd name... Tearing the envelope open, her eyes scanned the letter.
Dear Miss Leo,
Sorry to bother you, lass, but I heard you were out of work.
Leo paused and re-read that part. How did he know her nickname?
If you're wondering how I know your nickname, I shall say simply that I know quite a lot of things.
Leo raised her eye brows, rather perturbed now.
And I'm ninety-seven years old, so my oddness is automatically excused.
Ah, a weird old man, that explained it. Somewhat...
I'm offering you a job. Yes, a job. Not because I particularly like you or that you have good credentials(which you don't), but because I know you're desperate for money and I happen to need someone desperate enough to take this job.
Oh, THAT'S so kind of you, old geezer, Leo thought with a snort. She almost threw the letter away but her curiousity got the better of her and she continued to read.
I want you to research some very remarkable animals for me. Some creatures that are believed by most to be mere legend. I want you to find proof of the world's mythological creatures. And I can pay you quite a lot if you will take the job.
Leo would have laughed out loud if her eyes had not caught on the amount to be payed. It was a small fortune, enough to keep her living well for the rest of her life!
If you're interested, come to the eccentric little blue house on the end of Fifth Street at 7 this evening. And don't forget to drink your coffee this morning, I don't want to deal with you when you're grumpy. Sincerely, Lord Charles 'Monty' Hailstone
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Post by Kuro (Yukai) on Mar 11, 2006 9:24:30 GMT -5
((She reminds me of Arthur Dent, by her dislike of Thursdays. To quote Arthur: "I could never get the hang of Thursdays." I'll be making a character when I get back from Ninjaing))
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 11, 2006 9:26:07 GMT -5
((I never even thought of that, actually. Dang it, now I feel like a copycat. Okies, Krisp, have fun...ninjaing, whatever that is.))
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Post by Kuro (Yukai) on Mar 11, 2006 9:58:12 GMT -5
(( Don't feel like that. Leo's awesome, yo. And reminds me very little of Dent. He's a jerk. A total kneebiter. XD Ninjaing: The act of being a Ninja. Tae Kwon Do: My cover for my real ninja ski--- My favorite Martial Art. ))
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 11, 2006 10:00:54 GMT -5
((Aw, I like Arthur. He's meh favorite character. Ah, I see. Well, good luck with your secret ninja ski- ahem, Tae Kwon Do.))
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 12, 2006 17:56:21 GMT -5
((I call Chemist, of course, and possibly psycologist.....))
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 12, 2006 17:57:26 GMT -5
((Chemist is all yours, Zi. I don' know what we'd use a shrink for, though.))
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Post by Kuro (Yukai) on Mar 12, 2006 18:04:43 GMT -5
((Practically nothing. And I can't stand Psychs... Not like it matters. =3 ))
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 12, 2006 18:29:03 GMT -5
((Exactly..... And he wouldn't be a shrink...... ))
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 12, 2006 18:46:14 GMT -5
((Sooooo.... Is my character going to find a similar letter?))
Dean McCoran, a young research Chemist for a near by colledge, scratched under his shaggy dark hair. It was only minutes before he would have to take his monthly concoction to ward off strange symptoms that seemed only natural in fairy-tale books. He couldn't take the disgusting liquid a moment too early, or his wolf-form would turn viscious a few moments before sunrise, and go on a terrible rampage. He shuddered at the thought of the last time that had occured, a mere two years ago. No human-being had been harmed, and he thanked what God there might be for that, but when he had reached consciousness, he found a small dog terribly wounded that he had seemed to have nearly killed. He shook his head in thought, and glanced at the atomic clock on his wall. Twenty seconds. He had the needle pressed to his arm now. Fifteen seconds. The bubbleing lquid was slowly turning green as equilibrian was finally established. Ten seconds. Nine... eight... seven... six... five. Dean's hand clenched in preperation. Three, two, one. He pushed down, and the liquid surged through his bloodstream.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 12, 2006 18:49:31 GMT -5
((Yeah, I meant to edit the rules to include the following: Your character will most likely recieve a letter from Lord Hailstone, inviting them to his home. You may write the letter yourself, just be sure to make it Hailstone-ish(eccentric).))
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 12, 2006 19:32:58 GMT -5
Dean flinched. "Good," he said, rubbing his arm, "Three hours till moon-rise exactly." Dean yawned, as he reached the door, seeing his mail spread out all over the floor from where the mail man had pushed it into the flap. He reched down to grab his favourite magazine (National Chemistry Monthly) when something caught his eye. "What the devil?" he asked, ripping it open.
Dear Dean McCoran, The letter read. I was a colegue to your late adopted mother, Shaleena, Dean blinked. Late? What did he mean by late? Was Miss Dawson dead? He gulped. No, she's not dead, you silly boy. I just wanted to mess with you. "What the hell?" Dean asked, grabbing his heart. "You bastard!" I'm going to give you a job. This changed Dean's views on the mystery man emidietly. Jobs were good. His current one sort of sucked. It wasn't that he didn't like Chemistry, and labwork, it was his boss. The Proffessor was a heel. I knew that would change your mind. Shaleena tells me you're a swell young man, despite your monthly rampages. Dean's eyes went wide, as he reread that sentence. Why would Shaleena tell this stranger about his condition? It's nothing to worry about boy! Lots of people go on monthly rampages... mostly women... but I'm sure it's no problem. But that isn't important. What is important is your research. I won't go into much detail. I know tonight is the full moon, so I will have a driver pick you up at 6:45. She's very good with dogs, so you should be fine. I take it, you've taken your medicine? Fantastic! See you then. Dean was speechless. How in the hell did this man know about anything? He sighed. Well, Shaleena clearly trusts the stranger. He migth as well too.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 12, 2006 19:58:57 GMT -5
((*dies* That was a great letter. I'm gonna' have so much fun playing Lord Hailstone... Anywho, now we wait for more people...))
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