A Familiar World: taken over

[luciferian_oath]

Hey guys, its been a while and im happy to finally have time to do stuff... like RP. So lets get straight to work.

Earth; a familiar world on which most of us live (inside joke), but sadly we live a bit too far away from the keyblader's light to save us from our own darkness. Yet the darkness can travel far, and Earth is a giant ball filled with hatred and malice from our sad existence. Basicly ... we're a prime target... Without a keyblader ppl would think we're doomed, but we still strive through pain in search of a way to life, our will to survive. Maybe our hearts are filled with darkness and sin, maybe some of us will give in, but maybe, just maybe, we can repent.. and some may survive.

K well now that u got a story im gonna lay out the rule:
-FIRST OF ALL the will be NO KEYBLADER and NO1 WILL BE SORA RIKU etc
- the only connection with kh is that there are heartless, no nobodies (atleast not yet), and that people will turn int o them
-this is to be a grim horror of pure survival, no just making it, if ur in a fight u WILL be injured, and u can create extra characters to become heartless (BUT they have to become developed, no "as we were walking old man Jumpforliardo [another inside joke] walk up to us and turned into a heartless.. AHHH!!").
- also and equally important, ur all HUMANS no supernatural abilities, altough there can be a conveniently place gun emporium her and there. lol
- u can kill other ppl but u must hav a just reason for it
- if any1 breaks a rule they become a heartless

so if u feel u can keep up with the rules than post and i'll add u to the list:
- luciferian_oath
- ElChad
- Watermelons... <3
- Wolfy
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there's no limit and anyone can join at anytime but cannot just appear in the story they must work their way into our group.

so hows that for a come-back role player hahaha

 

[luciferian_oath]

i will begin cuz im so impacientbut its only a sample he becomes a heartless

He opened his eyes to see nothing but darkness, he closed then again in hope falling back to sleep. It was no use, after what he saw yesterday it was just luck that he fell asleep last night, but in equal exchange he numerous nightmares about the creatures. As gracefully as the preist could, he stumbled out of bed and put on his clergy attire. He walked toward the door and slowly undid each of the 7 locks soundlessly. Yet on the 6 one, the bolt make a lound *klank* as it was undone. worried the darkness would hear hurriedly unlocked the last lock and grabbed the moltovs he had created the other night, a 9mm hand gun and 3 clips for it. The door creeked open and stopped just enough so he could squeeze out, thankfully there was no darkness in the corridor as he walked down to a set of doors almost identical to his room's. He suddenly froze, paralyzed from wat he saw, his hand had reached for a door knob but that was wat scared him... the knob had been scratched off along with the locks. Adrenoline pumping through him, he smashed the door in ready to take on watever was behind it and although he thought he was ready, what he saw nearly destroyed him.
Brother Angelo was completely gone and his ultimate darkness was strapped to a chair. He heard creaking but couldn't see a thing, pure instinct saved him from a stab through him skull.

(ill finish it later cuz im gettin lazier than usual) so plz join!!

 

[ElChad]

(Modern with Heartless, GENIOUS)

Only bullets filled his ears, Blue’s 9mm Micro Uzis with Bayonets welded on were raining bullets on the dark pavement in the middle of the cold streets, the deep emotionless yellow eyes of heartless filled his soul with a fear he cannot control. Suddenly a Heartless jumps out at him, the beast’s arm is pointing towards Blue like a spear, shredding the wind around it. With little time to react he turned his left Uzi over to counter, but was immediately blindsided in the shoulder. Dropping his Uzi’s, Blue immensely regretted forgetting his beauty. The pain seared up his arm, he slinked over on that side, the pain is unforgettable, and it seemed like someone took a hot spike and drove it up his arm. The Heartless, reacting on instinct took this as a sign of weakness and rushed faster. He threw his Uzi towards them; luckily the blade of the Bayonet cut some up. He then immediately ran towards the closest building.

 

[luciferian_oath]

thanks ElChad. I'm glad someone joined, now to finish off the preist's demise..

Frozen in shear terror from his near death, he fell to the ground as he was surrounded by those without hearts... the.. heartless. Breaking the silence he heard a shreiking scream, was there someone in the church, if so then he had no clue who it was. He noticed his gun was out of reach and if he was to save the girl then he would have to take care of these things quickly. he took a few moltovs and lit them with candles conveniently place every few feet throughout the entire chapel. then he put the gun clips on the ground near the moltovs in hopes that the explosion would shoot some bullets. Then sense came ofer him and he sprinted through the hordes of heartless and then up two flights of stairs asthe explosion went off. as he reached the last step, a door opened and she fell out........ dead!

It was too late it was all for naught and all he had was two moltovs and a derringer with one, single, powerful bullet.... he knew what he had to do. He could see why Angelo's heartless was strapped to the chair, Angelo knew that his death was inevitable so he stopped himself from hurting others... itwas too late to tie himself down to anything so he lit and threw the remaining moltovs down the stairs, heard the explosion, took the gun from the inside of his jacket, put it to the side of his head, said a quick prayer, and finally pulled the trigger with minimal hesitation.....

Wow! What were the chances... the one bullet, his one way out... a dud..... how pitiful he thought he even laughed at himself. How sad, he resorted to suicide, hehehehe and it didnt work. He began to laugh out loud, at first at himself but slowly it became maniacle... he was giving in.. darkness slowly overran him, with the last ounce of control in his body, he threw himself over the edge. As he fell he prayed for forgiveness and hoped that God would save others from the torture that he was going through.... he hit the tiled floor and died instantly, trauma too the head crushed the left side of his skull. And even though he was dead... his lips moved with finality.

His last words were "amen..."

Father Bernard George Simin
Died: sucidal jump over a banister on the second story, death on impact
Time and Date: around 3:00 am, Friday, April 14

 

[Wallflower]

"Beat Rush!" Chaos yelled, running at a blacklike thing. He began pelting it with punches from his gloved hands, and spun around to encounter two more. He punched one, kicked the other, and landed to face the last heartless. He brought up his fist, and brought it down on it. He cracked his fingers through his Black leather gloves, and looked around. There were a hell of a lot of heartless around... This would take a while.

 

[Ashes Remnant]

OOC: So we just post? No PM or template or anything like that?

 

[luciferian_oath]

umm sorry i havnt been on a forum for a WHILE... but i looked in my old rp's and found wat my formats usually were... and then i thought screw it lol

but no joke, who needs them? BUT u must describe your character thurouly.
id ont want new rpers or ones who just cant write for their lives.. i want description, like mine about the preist. of course it wasnt tru perfection but it was beter than, "Bob was a man in his late 20s and had brown eyes and hair and a shirt and a pair of pant and a pair of kswiss." (wich was actually something like wat someone post a while ago on a different forum) the most I got from that was that bob had k-swisses and wasn't nude hahaha!

but for those who need it heres a template(not to be used as is but to be used in the posts):

Name-
general age- doesnt hav to be descriptive
some kind of backround-
wat he or she looks like-
(if u can think of anything else just put it in)

now post with all of your might!!!

 

[Jack London]

Taran was walking through a dark hallway inside of an abandoned factory. He knew a lot of weird stuff had been happening lately and wanted to look around. A faint noise came from behind him and he quickly turned around. He saw nothing. He grunted silently and continued down the hallway with his spear in his left hand. He started to grow nervous with a strange feeling that someone was behind him. The same sound was heard again only this time it was much closer. He stopped and turned around again, looking in the direction of the sound. Again he saw nothing. He took out a handgun from his holster and shot in the direction of the sound, scaring it into moving. The sound from the gun shattered the silence. He put his gun away and held his spear tightly, expecting something to charge at him, but nothing came.

 

[ElChad]

Blue was managed to get inside the building, he slammed the door shut with a huge bang in which he immidietly regretted, behidn him stood a stall standing heartless which seemed to be awaken, it started limping towards him, it seemed like this was a zombie, the face seemed like a regular heartless with its cold yellow eyes staring him down, but it moved like the greenish "NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD" zombies. Pulling out his Uzi, he leaped forwards and sliced the beast in half only to have its arms claw his back. He fell onto the dark cold floor of what seemed like a store writhing in pain. This isnt a life for a 19 year old.He dragged himself over and found that the owner was a little paranoid. Behind the counter he found himself a Benelli M1 Super 90 Tactical Shotgun. To his luck the claws didnt make a deep cut and he could stand again, but his arm has gone mostley limp, it seemes he can do simple movements and his hand can grip. He got up and found a long brown trench coat and a cowboy hat, he laughed since his midnight black with blue tinted hair far exceed the cover of a hat and walked back outside with his limp hand holding on the far end, and his right hand on the trigger. He realised there was a group of heartless rushing by, but they didn't' concentrate on him. He looked over to the left and saw a lone man fighting them off. He went back inside, hopped over the counter of the store, crocuhed down and foudn that this guy had enough shells to start a small war. He filled every pocket he had with shells and even had to grab a small bag to hold the rest. He exited the store again with a huge bang. He then procceded down the road shooting everythign that got close.

 

[Jack London]

Taran stood there staring at the dark space that the sound came from. It was so quiet the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat which seemed so loud that anyone could hear it. "I know your there come out and fight me" Taran said softly, with anger in his voice. There was no response....only silence. Taran clenched his fist in anger then loosening it, thinking he was over reacting. Maybe he was just hearing things. Or was he? He continued down the hall looking for the exit. Then somthing jumped on his back and made him fall foward. He got off the ground and slammed his back onto a wall, shaking off whatever was on his back. There were four heartless on the floor and they quickly jumped up at Taran again. Taran had his spear ready and sliced at the first one he saw. The other three were behind him and blood trickled down his forehead. Fast little creatures arn't they? he thought to himself as he struck another one down. He heard more noises coming from behind him and looked over his shoulder. There were more heartless charging at him. His eyes widened as he took out his gun and started shooting at them as he ran.

 

[Ashes Remnant]

Kyn quickly spun around and blew the Shadow to pieces with his shotgun. He panted heavily and looked around. He was in the middle of a street. His grey overcoat had been stained by heartless. His hands were worn out from fighting for so long. He looked at the sidewalk and was surprised to see his brother. Being killed by heartless. He screamed out his brother's name as he shot the heartless. He killed the heartless and ran to his brother. His brother's eyes were just glowing yellow orbs. Kyn looked away as he wasted the rest of his ammo. Killing his brother who has been touched by the great disease around the world. Darkness.

 

[ElChad]

Blue kept shooting, shells hit the ground as he runs down the city street, looking for a weapon shop or possibly an armoured vehicle, hoping mostley for the first since the later would be a one in a million chance. He noticed a man screamming, he ran to aid. A hearltess jumped out of the shadow only to meat the shell of Blue's shotgun. Headshot he thought, he grinnned. He slowed down to a walk towards the man.

"Need any help?"

 

[Jack London]

Taran continued to shoot at the heartless behind him as he ran toward an exit. Everytime he killed one ten more would be chasing him. Just like roaches... he grinned at the thought, but it quickly faded when he saw a wall in front of him. He stopped in front of the wall, breathing heavily, then looked behind him. There were so many heartless behind him, waiting for him to strike, that he couldn't even count them. "Damnit now what?" Taran muttered under his breathe. He put his handgun away and held his spear tightly, ready to fight. He charged at them and impaled the ground with his spear, jumping over most of them. He quickly struck the heartless around him when he landed and quickly started running again.

More heartless seemed to be waiting for him at the otherside. Taran stopped again and was about to run the other way when he saw that he was surrounded. He cursed under his breathe and started pointing his spear at any sudden movements, waiting for the first strike. He heard one of them jump from behind him and quickly spun around, striking it down then slicing another one in half that came from his right. Seeing two of them dying from striking first all the heartless seemed to have found their courage and attacked Taran at the same time. Taran fought them off for as long as he could, but was quickly overwelmed and brought to the cold ground.

 

[luciferian_oath]

"Wesley", he heard her say, "get up!" He awoke suddenly, but she wasn't there... He was too worn out to move after all their constant attacks. Wait! that reminded him, where were they. He gathered enough strength to stand up and he was able to move while leaning against the wall. Wes saw his weapon, his sword without a hilt that when in its sheath it was useable as a staff too, a two in one weapon. He picked it up and used it as support so he could walk around... He walk out side, "What the hell are you doing out here?" Wes looked around and was happy to see his good friend, Leonardo, who he just called Leon, cuz he thought it was kewl! "Oh my god, Leon, I'm so hap-" he was cut off by a swift two finger slap to back of his head from Leon. "Get back inside!" he comanded, "We cant lose another one, Mr. Fanzo is out to look fr more weapons and supplies, all we have is your sword staff thing, three of my throwing knives, six shotgun shells with a busted shotgun, and a pistol with no bullets. And don't forget, your in no condition to fight at all!"

"Well... where did Fanzo go... we can help him.."

 

[Jack London]

All the heartless were on top of Taran, beating him down. Taran grew weaker as his cheek slammed against the ground and was bleeding from his nose. Anger and frustration built up inside him as the heartless continued to attack him. He screamed at the top of his lungs, gathering his all of his strength, and got up, slamming himself against the wall to shake off the heartless. The ones that fell off jumped back on him and started attacking again. Taran picked up his spear from off the ground and started slashing wildly at anything that moved. He grew weaker and his vision started to fade slowly. No I cant die here he thought to himself as he desperatly continued to fight.

 

[ElChad]

Blue kept going, he ignored the man's ignorence towards him. running down the road he noticed a line of snipers. They all drew at him, he knew his shotgun woulden't hit them at his range, they all got fired at him. He rushed over towarwds an alley, but unfourntantly one of the snipers figured he was going to go there. The shot skimmed the his heel. He tripped and fell into the alley, his cry of pain filled the street. He dragged himself to the end of the cold dark alleyway, the darkness surrounded him, his arm was stinging, he couldent walk straight, he just sat there with his shotgun pointed out to what he thought was the street and prayed.

 

[Ashes Remnant]

Kyn ran down the street tears flowing out of his eyes, Smashing heartless with the blunt end of his weapon. He looked to his side and saw a dead man with 2 machine guns in his hands. He ran over to him, and when he did he noticed on his jacket was...the heartless symbol. The man suddenly jumped up and his mouth grew huge and he had giant teeth. "Crap..." Kyn did a backflip and grabbed the guns. When he landed the heartless punched him straight up. The heartless jumped after Kyn. In mid-air kyn started to spin while holding the triggers on the guns. As he spiraled down, his bullets flew everywhere, destroying heartless crawling on buildings until the heartless that threw him up there got to him. It grabbed his feet as Kyn pounded lead into it. It swung him around and threw him in the building. Kyn fell from 3 stories up straight down, unconscious.

 

[Jack London]

Taran's vision went blurry as the heartless continued to beat him down. He was just barley standing with his legs trembling. He didn't feel like he could go on. His strength was gone he could barley lift up his spear. He fell to his knees slowly and coughed up blood. Even though the heartless were continuously striking him he couldn't feel it anymore. He couldn't feel anything anymore. Only....hopelessness. There was still a will to fight somewhere deep inside of him he just couldn't find it. His eyes closed slowly as blood trickled down his face. He could almost feel his soul drifting away slowly. He finally fell and was flat against the ground once again. His pulse rate slowly stopped so did his breathing. The heartless took their last strikes at him and jumped off him, watching him.

I can't give up I can still fight them I can still kill them all Taran thought as his eyes snapped open. He looked around. He was looking at his body and the heartless surrounding it. He blinked and stared in shock, not beleiving what he was seeing. Am I dead? he thought to himself as he looked at his bloody body on the floor. Sure looks like I'am...but why am I some sort of spirit if I'm dead?...or is this what was supposed to happen after death? His mind was clouded with questions as he continued to look around. Maybe God has given me another chance... he thought as his spirit quickly fused in with his body.