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       #Post#: 169833--------------------------------------------------
       Painted Worlds. [OPEN!]
       By: RiloRii Date: April 20, 2012, 5:06 am
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       [center]A story, a world, a new beginning, or a dark
       end?[/center]
       [pre]Painted frames of new worlds unleashed caressed the walls
       of many places.
       The cobblestone paths all twining to a simple castle in the
       middle.
       A town shrouded in darkness, hope lost, but then found.
       A girl that was a single survivor of a slaughtering.
       An evil wizard that wanted to rule the kingdom and keep it
       shrouded in the shadows.
       This little one chased by the darkness that threatened to eat
       her whole.
       A butler that kept her safe, broken, but not useless.
       The story begins, where it should have never happened.
       A little boy who painted a door that should have never been
       opened.
       In this story, you can paint and create your own paths.
       Use your tools of art and imagination to create bridges and
       doors.
       Fix the painted worlds to find the girl and light the beacons!
       Without your help, without your hope, the little girl cannot
       become queen![/pre]
       [right]Across the town you'll find clues and drawings. You'll
       help characters in paintings to find their way and repair their
       things, repair their homes. The wizard has destroyed everything!
       The little boy has been kidnapped! Hurry! I have to find the
       young boy first! Once you find him, you'll be able to lock the
       wizard away! But don't be so sure it will be so easy! You have
       to light the beacons, for if you don't, the wizard will return!
       Help the little boy, his creative imagination will paint new
       worlds! So vivid they become reality! The young princess will
       become queen and shall keep the Wizard away by destroying him
       with the light and joy of the hearts of people! Restore hope!
       Restore the light![/right]
       [center]You will start off in the destroyed tower of the little
       girl's home. Where the butler saved her life and kept her hidden
       from the wizard. There rests a red sash that says,"I'm in the
       library! Hurry! I'm trapped!" From there, you must find the
       list. Once you have found the list, you must ask the broken
       butler for hints and clues on where to find the objects that
       will give you other items. The drawings will give you other
       things as well! The butler may be broken, but he's always by
       your side! So you may always ask him questions and he will give
       you hints and clues! For even he doesn't know
       everything.[/center]
       [left]The first round:
       The list: Two tears for a tiger's eye.
       A lever for a broken toy.
       A painting of an orange.
       A dry paint brush.
       A page with the hint of an outline for a wooden plank bridge.
       Ink splattered across the ground.
       You must find these items and figure out what to do with
       them![/left]
       [center](Open positions for set characters: The young boy, The
       Wizard.)
       [I'll be playing the young girl and of course the butler to help
       out with the clues and such. x3 Any other characters, go ahead
       and join! But once we have more than three people, we'll have to
       devise a posting order! :D]
       Fill this out!: Character Name:
       Character age:
       Wizard or Young Boy: (Only open till filled and it's first come
       first serve.)
       GO GO GO!!!![/center]
       #Post#: 175872--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Painted Worlds. [OPEN!]
       By: Zuerel Date: April 29, 2012, 7:47 pm
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       Character Name : Izazel Reast
       Age : Lost to Time
       Character : Wizard
       Class : Necromancer
       Powers : Life Drain - Drains the life of enemies. making them
       nothing but bones, and allowing Izazel to absorb his powers.
       Tendrils - Ability to create tendrils from the
       ground, and to consume the life of enemies, basically an
       alternate Life Drain.
       Reanimate - Can bring the dead back to life to
       serve him until death.
       Havoc - This is the ultimate power, he causes
       everyone around him to be reanimated, and to become warriors at
       his disposal.
       Reign - This is a near death power, Izazel will
       sacrifice himself, but harness the power of the Painted World!
       May sound like a god power, but luckily it  takes 10 posts for
       it to activate, which is plenty of time to finally erase him in
       the final battle.
       Background :  Izazel was supposedly born in the Medieval ages
       and was the servant of Faldor, the wizard of war and death.
       Reast had been serving Faldor for quite some time when Faldor
       asked for the same items needed now : Two tears for a tiger's
       eye, A lever for a broken toy, A painting of an orange, A dry
       paint brush, A page with the hint of an outline for a wooden
       plank bridge, and Ink splattered across the ground. Izazel had
       brought the items to Faldor, and Faldor had created the Painted
       Worlds. However Faldor had decided to keep them to himself. He
       had banished Izazel to the realm of the Painted Worlds. Izazel
       has now vowed his life to destroy all that is cherrished in the
       Painted Worlds, and shape it into a his own kingdom for him to
       rule and control. He started off by preventing the girl from
       becoming queen. To do this he slaughtered everyone in her
       village, or at least he thought he did. Izazel had then taken
       control of the kingdom, and with his skill in Necromancy,
       created the kingdom Faldor had always wished to create. Izazel
       had vowed to this day forward, that the Painted Worlds would
       become a colorless world, shrouded in darkness, and the very
       best of all... It's all his!!
       #Post#: 175880--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Painted Worlds. [OPEN!]
       By: Faustine Date: April 29, 2012, 8:08 pm
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       Name: Faustine
       Age: 400
       I needed a new RP and this looks quite interesting.
       #Post#: 176152--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Painted Worlds. [OPEN!]
       By: RiloRii Date: April 30, 2012, 8:43 am
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       XD Okay, Faustine is accepted.
       The wizard: The painted worlds was created by the butler.
       Another thing, the wizard's powers part- The wizard is an
       artist. One that hailed from the door the boy created. XD He
       himself, is a painting brought vividly to life because of the
       little boy. His powers are alright, but what he does is he
       destroys the paths to get to the beacons. He uses his powers to
       turn things back into paintings to rip the canvas. Destroying
       the world by taking needed things and hiding them in different
       areas. Think of this as a hidden objects game with a story line.
       This is a pretty much PG rated RP. XD So killing wont happen,
       just turning people into posters, paintings, etc. Which he can
       do by the tendrils. The reanimating is basically him painting a
       person and pulling them into the painted worlds. But, he can't
       do an army because it does take a lot of energy to turn
       paintings into reality. Simply because he himself, is a
       painting. He's trying to take over the painted worlds, not
       destroy them completely. If he did that, he'd die anyways,
       because he's a painting. He kidnapped the boy because the boy is
       the one that created him and can add things to him.
       There's different chapters to this story. The first one is the
       first painted world, Agrathia. Where the tower is and where you
       have to search underground in the tower for the things on the
       list. There's also hidden messages that will be hinted at as
       well. o.o Damn, I should've clarified all this earlier. ^^;
       Sorry about that.
       #Post#: 176430--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Painted Worlds. [OPEN!]
       By: Zuerel Date: April 30, 2012, 3:21 pm
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       Oh ok! ^_^ PG rated, got it! I have a question, can the boy also
       remove parts of the wizard or not? Or does he require all the
       pieces for it?
       #Post#: 176611--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Painted Worlds. [OPEN!]
       By: RiloRii Date: April 30, 2012, 7:03 pm
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       Forgot to clarify on that.
       The Boy CAN erase the wizard, but he's sealed away |How ever you
       choose to do so| and all his utensils to create art were taken
       away. Though at the end of the first part, the wizard will only
       be locked away. Then he will break free |How ever you choose to
       do so again.| and wreak chaos, putting out the beacons and
       slathering the painted worlds in darkness again.
       #Post#: 304770--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Painted Worlds. [OPEN!]
       By: aquietanthem Date: December 12, 2012, 5:34 pm
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       Black hair fell across her face as the wind blew, startling the
       young girl out of her day dreams. Her fingers played with the
       strands trying to place the feeling of wrongness that nagged at
       her. Was her hair always black? It had been ever since she was a
       little girl. Despite that fact she could never get over the
       feeling that this colour was wrong, that it was supposed to be
       something else. With a forceful shake of her head she looked
       back out at the world that sat in front of her, trying to choose
       the right path that would take her home. Never did she choose
       the right one. Always was she taken to some strange land, or
       town, whose tongues never failed to be as foreign as their ways.
       Her feet carried her, her mind wandered around playing over all
       the possibilities of where she needed to be and where she was
       going to be next. With a sigh she continued the never ending
       following of a pre-set path, one that always brought her to the
       same place and to the same people no matter how many times she’s
       tried to leave it and them be. Mearad may have wanted to go back
       to the little ranch styled home in some other far away land, but
       instead she found herself walking amongst the world of strange
       creatures of beings. A world where many humans wished for
       without knowing that it could be found if looked for.
       #Post#: 304774--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Painted Worlds. [OPEN!]
       By: TakuraMonimi Date: December 12, 2012, 6:25 pm
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       [center]You have responsibilities! Why do you always do this!? I
       told you not to bring that harlot here and look at what
       happened! The voice rang in his head, he was dizzy enough, he
       didn't need to be nagged. "How was I suppose to know she'd try
       to eat me?! I thought I was clear enough when I said she wasn't
       suppose to even get near me! I was just trying to help for
       fuck's sake!" A gasp as he drew himself up into a sitting
       position, rubbing his head. Watch your language! You're suppose
       to be a proud pureblood! Not some wretch out on the street! He
       shot the woman a glare with cold silver eyes. "I am a proud
       pureblood, but you are the wretch. Now get out of my sight
       before I make you know who the pureblood in this room is." With
       a disgruntled huff, she left the room. Sighing deeply, he shook
       his head and regained his composure. Some people never learned
       to leave their old ways behind. It was vulgar and absolutely
       horrific, he hated his own kind. His own family. Yet he bit his
       tongue normally, so he continued to do as he was told unless it
       was too much. White locks fell over his face as he gave a yawn
       and pulled himself out of his bed.
       Today was a day he'd go for a walk, he wouldn't bother with
       telling anyone. There was no need, he didn't have to be watched.
       It was exhausting, the types of hell these people put him
       through on the daily. He had earned a little reprieve. Pulling
       on his deep blue shirt, he buttoned it up before pulling on his
       white slacks and jacket. Something felt off for him today, he
       wasn't sure what, but he'd probably figure it out later. Yet
       even as he walked through his home and out of the doors, he some
       what dreaded the beginning of his decision. Girls and women
       alike started towards him and he sighed. He couldn't ever get
       rid of them, but it wasn't like he wanted to be a play boy or
       anything, so he posed no threat to their hearts while he simply
       conversed. It was all his parents fault for spreading it around
       that he looked handsome enough to eat. Or something like that.
       Smiling a little, he pushed his left hand in his pocket while
       his right clutched a wine glass filled with the crimson liquid.
       "Hello ladies.." He drawled in that crush velvet tone, trying
       not to look as irritated and depressed as he already was today.
       Greeted by squeals and greetings, he nodded before he began
       walking, only to be stopped by a familiar batch of bouncy and
       crazy curls. Blinking a few times, he looked down to see the
       bushy headed girl, her green eyes staring up at him as she
       hugged his leg. Chuckling a little bit, he crouched down and
       pecked her cheek. "And how's my favorite girl doing today?" She
       giggled and blushed, telling him all about her ride on the
       ponies and how she got to spend time with daddy. It pulled at
       his heart when Madeline spoke of her father, considering
       visiting him meant visiting a grave. Plucking her up from the
       ground, he smiled as she nuzzled into his neck. Though this
       usually brought jealous groans and aws of them being cute from
       the other women, he didn't mind. Madeline was his favorite
       little one. His poised stature of walking always kept him from
       moving quickly, but he'd rather be poised then lacking in
       posture which caused problems for the back. Especially when
       carrying a six year old girl. Soon enough though, he finally got
       away from the crowd and settled her down. "Go play with the
       other kids, I'll be back soon and we'll play, okay?" He was met
       with a pout and he frowned a bit, it always got to him, those
       puppy dog eyes.
       Yet she nodded and hugged his neck before running off. Sighing a
       bit, he straightened up and continued to idly sip on his drink
       while he walked. It wasn't until he nearly walked into someone
       that he was paying full attention to where he was going and
       where he ended up. Looking down to see a girl with raven locks,
       he quirked a brow. "Pardon me, I wasn't watching where I was
       going and almost ran into you miss." Those sterling silver eyes
       were intense as he looked down at her. For some reason, she
       looked some what familiar. Maybe it was just a simple similarity
       or something. She some what looked like the woman in his dreams,
       the same one that was always confused. Shaking his head at the
       thought, he smiled to her. "You don't look like you're from
       around here..." Maybe she didn't speak english? Then again, he
       did have a rather thick accent of czech to him. [/center]
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