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Post by Mitchi-chan on Oct 20, 2008 20:15:14 GMT -5
Another Roleplay Spring board.
This one is a: Death Note roleplay.
The plot is this:
These are the Whammy Children, and their life and Whammy's, telling of how other children besides Near, L, Matt and Mello lived there, including other detective canidates. Technically this is an AU since I am allowing other "L Canidates" with in reason.
Canon Characters: ~L = Mitchi ~Light ~Misa ~Mello ~Matt = crimsonsun [[JT]] ~Matsuda ~Near ~Roger ~Watari ~Others?
OCs: ~Loki [Momo Lyoko] = Loki ~ ~ ~ ~
Please post applications below~!
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Post by Mitchi-chan on Nov 10, 2008 17:31:27 GMT -5
To be fair I'll make an app to xD Aha. L Lawliet "But I am also a sore immature loser..." Basics Name: L Lawliet Nick Name(s): L, Ryuzaki Age: Gender: Male Birth Date: Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black/Grey Sexuality: bisexual Series: Death Note Role: Protagonist Insides Personality: L is a very socially inept character, who has quite the sweet tooth. He prefers to stay isolated, and only takes interest int things with high stakes and a challenging aspect to it. There isn't a single case he can't solve, and he is absolutely bent on winning everything he starts. Losing isn't an option, and he can be rather childish in his detirmination to complete a task he has started. Though he is a bit concieted he is able to back up almost anything he can say, and will only make a claim aloud if he is absolutely sure. He hates being proven wrong and purposely issolates himself in order to be able to focus and maintan an anoymous identity. Challenging L is not a good idea, as he will either completely deny you of acknoledgment or come back at you with an amazing show of objective smarts that will blow you off any standing you had. He is also rather addicted to sweets, choosing them over any other type of food as he entertains his other small quirks, including seating habit and his odd way of going without sleep for prolonged periods of time. Likes: + Short Cake + Solving Crimes + Dark Spaces + White Long Sleeved Shirts + Baggy Jeans Dislikes: - Shoes - Wasting his time - Minor cases - Being ordered to do something - Losing Fears: ~ Being discovered ~ Failing ~ Dissappointing himself Outsides Distinguishing Marks: L's most distinguishing feature is his pure lack of care for apperance. He will go out with messy hair, baggy and unkept clothes and seems to loath wearing any form of socks. Appearance: Sample of Writing: L's thumb nail found it's way to his teeth, a hard obstruction between the two layers of hardened enamel chunks as he looked at the bright screen of his laptop. His wide eyes relaxed some as his toes curled, scratching at the top of his other foot with the nails some. "Watari... get me the phone please." he said, his smooth voice floating across the dark space with a small tinge of command to the warm tone. His mind worked quickly as percentages racked up here and there, assuring hisself that his speculations were correct. This piece of evidance was the last piece he needed, like the final click of a puzzle being completed. "Captian Barraks. This is L." he said into the reciever, an automated voice being substituted on the other line. "I've figured the case out..." he started, the name of the suspect to arrest coming to the tip of his tongue as he smiled some, rocking forward on the chair and reaching for hisfork. This was one of the hundreds of reasons he could come up with, that deserved cake.
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Post by crimsonsun on Jun 28, 2009 23:46:50 GMT -5
Mail Jeevas "You want me to put down my game boy to help you solve a case? Sounds fun, but fuck you."
Basics Name: Mail Jeevas Nick Name(s):Matt Age: Gender: Male Birth Date: Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Hazel Sexuality: Hetero, but he still flirts with Mello Series:Death Note Role: Protagonist
Insides Personality: Mail's really an asshole, but can be extremely shy. His ego online is massive, and his favorite thing to do t to lurk and troll, though not at the same time. He can be nice once he gets to know you, and he's loyal as fuck. He's also a bit of a push over when it comes to Mello and Near, and goes out of the way to help them. He takes his work as a hacker as a big part of his life, and he enjoys playing video games and then scrammbling last minute to get everything done. He normally thinks of himself last, though when it comes to material possessions he's pretty selfish, always getting himself the latest games and then keeping them from other people. Likes: + Cigarettes + Game-Boy + Computer + Playstation + Electronica Dislikes: - LOATHES Light - Spam mail - Not being with his Game-Boy, computer, Playstation, etc. - Rap - Seeing others smoke Fears: ~ Spiders ~ Being stalked ~ His friends being hurt in ANY way
Outsides Distinguishing Marks: Goggles, and his messy hair, other then those, hes kind of normal Appearance: Matt is scene as always wearing clothes that would remind someone of a punk... to a point. He usually wears a striped shirt that usually has black on it. He also is never without his goggles, of which he has many different colors for whatever. His goggles are usually over his hazel eyes. His hair is almost always messy. He's almost always with Mello. It's almost like they're each others shadow. When one is around, you can bet money that the other is nearby. He also has a necklace that Mello gave him for his birthday. The necklace is a simple wooden bead design with a cross hanging from it.
Sample of Writing: Matt sat down in front of his computer in a huff. He had way too many things to do, and he was on the last level of his latest game. His fingers typed in his personal password and when everything was done loading, he began to open all of his hacking programs. Mello told him that someone tried to get into their network, and it was Matt's job to find out who. He was sitting at his computer for all of ten minutes when he got up, walked over to the t.v., picked up his controller, and continued to play his game. Mello glanced over at him. "What are you doing," Mello said, walking over and sitting next to Matt, "I thought I told you that..." "I already figured it out," Matt interupted, never taking his eyes of the t.v., "it was just some punk kid trying his hand at hacking. I sent him a virus that should fry his computer."
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Post by Mitchi-chan on Jun 28, 2009 23:52:08 GMT -5
APPROVED Mail Jeevas "You want me to put down my game boy to help you solve a case? Sounds fun, but fuck you." Basics Name: Mail Jeevas Nick Name(s):Matt Age: Gender: Male Birth Date: Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Hazel Sexuality: Hetero, but he still flirts with Mello Series:Death Note Role: Protagonist Insides Personality: Mail's really an asshole, but can be extremely shy. His ego online is massive, and his favorite thing to do t to lurk and troll, though not at the same time. He can be nice once he gets to know you, and he's loyal as fuck. He's also a bit of a push over when it comes to Mello and Near, and goes out of the way to help them. He takes his work as a hacker as a big part of his life, and he enjoys playing video games and then scrammbling last minute to get everything done. He normally thinks of himself last, though when it comes to material possessions he's pretty selfish, always getting himself the latest games and then keeping them from other people. Likes: + Cigarettes + Game-Boy + Computer + Playstation + Electronica Dislikes: - LOATHES Light - Spam mail - Not being with his Game-Boy, computer, Playstation, etc. - Rap - Seeing others smoke Fears: ~ Spiders ~ Being stalked ~ His friends being hurt in ANY way Outsides Distinguishing Marks: Goggles, and his messy hair, other then those, hes kind of normal Appearance: Matt is scene as always wearing clothes that would remind someone of a punk... to a point. He usually wears a striped shirt that usually has black on it. He also is never without his goggles, of which he has many different colors for whatever. His goggles are usually over his hazel eyes. His hair is almost always messy. He's almost always with Mello. It's almost like they're each others shadow. When one is around, you can bet money that the other is nearby. He also has a necklace that Mello gave him for his birthday. The necklace is a simple wooden bead design with a cross hanging from it. Sample of Writing: Matt sat down in front of his computer in a huff. He had way too many things to do, and he was on the last level of his latest game. His fingers typed in his personal password and when everything was done loading, he began to open all of his hacking programs. Mello told him that someone tried to get into their network, and it was Matt's job to find out who. He was sitting at his computer for all of ten minutes when he got up, walked over to the t.v., picked up his controller, and continued to play his game. Mello glanced over at him. "What are you doing," Mello said, walking over and sitting next to Matt, "I thought I told you that..." "I already figured it out," Matt interupted, never taking his eyes of the t.v., "it was just some punk kid trying his hand at hacking. I sent him a virus that should fry his computer."
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Loki
New Member
Me One Second... You The Next
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Post by Loki on Jul 2, 2009 10:49:45 GMT -5
When Life Get's You Down... Momo Lyoko "Sometimes you just need that extra push...You know, that push the sends you over the edge."
Basics Name: Momo Lyoko; AKA: Mo, Mio, Loki. Age: Thirteen Gender: Female Birth Date: January 1st Hair Color: Ash Brown with blonde streaks. Eye Color: Hazel Weight: 132 Height: 5’ 9” Sexuality: Homosexual
Insides Personality: Momo, or Loki as she prefers, is a very intricate character. She plays many practical jokes on people, but only uses it as a way of getting attention. Unlike her sister [deceased] Loki wasn’t in anyway particularly smart, instead bordering along the lines of creative. Playing make believe, dress-up, house, things like that were her outlets when she was a child, and since coming to Whammy’s she’s discovered that all of her emotions can be funneled into her acting, which she does quite often. Part of her adventurous side leads her to dressing up like other people, wigs included, and trying to make others believe that she is someone else. Loki is also a big sissy. She sticks to playing it safe in most situations, but the slightest little push can send her right over the edge, where she becomes a careless risk taker who will do anything to achieve her ends. However, this has a serious effect on her later, where she will become extremely apologetic and spend days trying to make up to whoever she may have offended. Sarcasm and cynicism is second nature to Loki as well; who, without realizing it, will most likely offer something rude or purely logical in place of sympathy or advice. She can’t understand it when other people come to her for help, since she herself doesn’t particularly like being of help or value to anyone else. More often than not, she tries to push people away, that way she has no reason to feel attached to a particular set of people.
Likes: + Acting + Wigs + Techno Music [Daft Punk Included] + Abstract Acrylic Paintings + Being a bitch
Dislikes: - People - Annoying People - Stupid questions - Being told to shut up - Messing up her make-up
Fears: ~ Achluophobia- Fear of darkness. ~ Agliophobia- Fear of pain. ~ Demophobia- Fear of crowds. (Agoraphobia)
Outsides Distinguishing Marks: basic description Appearance:
Past Family: -James Hardgwick [deceased father] -Mio Lyoko [deceased mother] -Sari Lyoko [deceased sister]
History: Her father was never around, and her mother had kicked him out near the beginning of the pregnancy, tired of the drinking that was eventually his death. Loki had lived with her mother and sister since birth. That is, until the accident… Mio had been driving the girl’s home from dance practice, it was a rainy day. The wheels on the car had been bald for weeks, but her mother hadn’t had the money to replace them; that was a mistake, because as they were driving down the hill on their street, the car hydroplaned, sending them spinning off the road and into the ditch. Mio and Sari were killed instantly as the front end of the clunker car crumpled and twisted, cutting the jagged edges of broken metal deep into their bodies, only increasing the damage from the impact, which had shattered their skulls on the dash. Loki had been sent to an orphanage in the neighboring county, thirteen stitches in her scalp, a broken arm, and a black eye so swollen that she had taken to wearing an eye patch for quite some time. The doctors said that the only reason she was still alive, was because she had been the only one smart enough to buckle up. The money left by her father had finally fallen into her hands, be it because she had finally been found by the man’s lawyer, or because her mother was no longer around to deny the calls, no one knew. But it had been a trust fund, kept from the man’s hands by his aunt, who refused to give him a cent until he went into rehab and spent three years clean. It had never happened, so when he died, his only daughter was the obvious answer. She wasted no time in looking for a better place to live, deciding that if she was to spend her whole life alone, that she would prefer the rest of her childhood be spent in a place that she cared for, not some shit hole with rules and curfews. Whammy had been looking for her as well; she had always shown great skills in the acting arts, as well as the comments in her report cards that drew eyes… “Momo has a gift for listening to conversations she’s not supposed to.” “Momo prefers to call herself by different names, pretending she’s a different person constantly, and even going so far as to make up background stories and new family members.” “Your child is a handful. She is constantly stealing things from other children’s pockets and bags, and not even I notice until she gets bored of waiting and hands it back!” Momo… had a gift. Whammy could make use of it. When she had first joined the prestigious academy like orphanage, Loki had been nothing at all, staying in lower quartile of all her classes, choosing to spend her free time being alone, or sleeping… there was nothing remarkable about her, not even in her appearance. But the drama club changed that. As punishment for stealing yet again, she had been forced to help out in an after classes activity. She chose a play. Only two paths to go with that, join the tech crew where she would only get in the way; or try out. She slaughtered it, melding into every role without a hitch, and even going so far as to changing her voice to match whatever tone she thought they should have. One second she could be Juliet, speaking arily and batting her eyelashes, and the next she was Paris, sweeping maidens of their feet and speaking in a voice as smooth as silk. She had found her skill. And couple that with thieving, costumes, sarcasm and a dancer’s grace, she could quite easily be one of L’s next operatives… Be Someone Else When You Frown... [/size][/color]
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Post by Mitchi-chan on Jul 2, 2009 10:52:19 GMT -5
WOW! Love the Character. ACCEPTED! When Life Get's You Down... Momo Lyoko "Sometimes you just need that extra push...You know, that push the sends you over the edge."
Basics Name: Momo Lyoko; AKA: Mo, Mio, Loki. Age: Thirteen Gender: Female Birth Date: January 1st Hair Color: Ash Brown with blonde streaks. Eye Color: Hazel Weight: 132 Height: 5’ 9” Sexuality: Homosexual
Insides Personality: Momo, or Loki as she prefers, is a very intricate character. She plays many practical jokes on people, but only uses it as a way of getting attention. Unlike her sister [deceased] Loki wasn’t in anyway particularly smart, instead bordering along the lines of creative. Playing make believe, dress-up, house, things like that were her outlets when she was a child, and since coming to Whammy’s she’s discovered that all of her emotions can be funneled into her acting, which she does quite often. Part of her adventurous side leads her to dressing up like other people, wigs included, and trying to make others believe that she is someone else. Loki is also a big sissy. She sticks to playing it safe in most situations, but the slightest little push can send her right over the edge, where she becomes a careless risk taker who will do anything to achieve her ends. However, this has a serious effect on her later, where she will become extremely apologetic and spend days trying to make up to whoever she may have offended. Sarcasm and cynicism is second nature to Loki as well; who, without realizing it, will most likely offer something rude or purely logical in place of sympathy or advice. She can’t understand it when other people come to her for help, since she herself doesn’t particularly like being of help or value to anyone else. More often than not, she tries to push people away, that way she has no reason to feel attached to a particular set of people.
Likes: + Acting + Wigs + Techno Music [Daft Punk Included] + Abstract Acrylic Paintings + Being a bitch
Dislikes: - People - Annoying People - Stupid questions - Being told to shut up - Messing up her make-up
Fears: ~ Achluophobia- Fear of darkness. ~ Agliophobia- Fear of pain. ~ Demophobia- Fear of crowds. (Agoraphobia)
Outsides Distinguishing Marks: basic description Appearance:
Past Family: -James Hardgwick [deceased father] -Mio Lyoko [deceased mother] -Sari Lyoko [deceased sister]
History: Her father was never around, and her mother had kicked him out near the beginning of the pregnancy, tired of the drinking that was eventually his death. Loki had lived with her mother and sister since birth. That is, until the accident… Mio had been driving the girl’s home from dance practice, it was a rainy day. The wheels on the car had been bald for weeks, but her mother hadn’t had the money to replace them; that was a mistake, because as they were driving down the hill on their street, the car hydroplaned, sending them spinning off the road and into the ditch. Mio and Sari were killed instantly as the front end of the clunker car crumpled and twisted, cutting the jagged edges of broken metal deep into their bodies, only increasing the damage from the impact, which had shattered their skulls on the dash. Loki had been sent to an orphanage in the neighboring county, thirteen stitches in her scalp, a broken arm, and a black eye so swollen that she had taken to wearing an eye patch for quite some time. The doctors said that the only reason she was still alive, was because she had been the only one smart enough to buckle up. The money left by her father had finally fallen into her hands, be it because she had finally been found by the man’s lawyer, or because her mother was no longer around to deny the calls, no one knew. But it had been a trust fund, kept from the man’s hands by his aunt, who refused to give him a cent until he went into rehab and spent three years clean. It had never happened, so when he died, his only daughter was the obvious answer. She wasted no time in looking for a better place to live, deciding that if she was to spend her whole life alone, that she would prefer the rest of her childhood be spent in a place that she cared for, not some shit hole with rules and curfews. Whammy had been looking for her as well; she had always shown great skills in the acting arts, as well as the comments in her report cards that drew eyes… “Momo has a gift for listening to conversations she’s not supposed to.” “Momo prefers to call herself by different names, pretending she’s a different person constantly, and even going so far as to make up background stories and new family members.” “Your child is a handful. She is constantly stealing things from other children’s pockets and bags, and not even I notice until she gets bored of waiting and hands it back!” Momo… had a gift. Whammy could make use of it. When she had first joined the prestigious academy like orphanage, Loki had been nothing at all, staying in lower quartile of all her classes, choosing to spend her free time being alone, or sleeping… there was nothing remarkable about her, not even in her appearance. But the drama club changed that. As punishment for stealing yet again, she had been forced to help out in an after classes activity. She chose a play. Only two paths to go with that, join the tech crew where she would only get in the way; or try out. She slaughtered it, melding into every role without a hitch, and even going so far as to changing her voice to match whatever tone she thought they should have. One second she could be Juliet, speaking arily and batting her eyelashes, and the next she was Paris, sweeping maidens of their feet and speaking in a voice as smooth as silk. She had found her skill. And couple that with thieving, costumes, sarcasm and a dancer’s grace, she could quite easily be one of L’s next operatives… Be Someone Else When You Frown... [/size][/color][/quote]
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Loki
New Member
Me One Second... You The Next
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Post by Loki on Jul 14, 2009 21:15:01 GMT -5
Sometimes Love Gets You Down... WOW! Love the Character. ACCEPTED! When Life Get's You Down... Momo Lyoko "Sometimes you just need that extra push...You know, that push the sends you over the edge."
Basics Name: Momo Lyoko; AKA: Mo, Mio, Loki. Age: Thirteen Gender: Female Birth Date: January 1st Hair Color: Ash Brown with blonde streaks. Eye Color: Hazel Weight: 132 Height: 5’ 9” Sexuality: Homosexual
Insides Personality: Momo, or Loki as she prefers, is a very intricate character. She plays many practical jokes on people, but only uses it as a way of getting attention. Unlike her sister [deceased] Loki wasn’t in anyway particularly smart, instead bordering along the lines of creative. Playing make believe, dress-up, house, things like that were her outlets when she was a child, and since coming to Whammy’s she’s discovered that all of her emotions can be funneled into her acting, which she does quite often. Part of her adventurous side leads her to dressing up like other people, wigs included, and trying to make others believe that she is someone else. Loki is also a big sissy. She sticks to playing it safe in most situations, but the slightest little push can send her right over the edge, where she becomes a careless risk taker who will do anything to achieve her ends. However, this has a serious effect on her later, where she will become extremely apologetic and spend days trying to make up to whoever she may have offended. Sarcasm and cynicism is second nature to Loki as well; who, without realizing it, will most likely offer something rude or purely logical in place of sympathy or advice. She can’t understand it when other people come to her for help, since she herself doesn’t particularly like being of help or value to anyone else. More often than not, she tries to push people away, that way she has no reason to feel attached to a particular set of people.
Likes: + Acting + Wigs + Techno Music [Daft Punk Included] + Abstract Acrylic Paintings + Being a bitch
Dislikes: - People - Annoying People - Stupid questions - Being told to shut up - Messing up her make-up
Fears: ~ Achluophobia- Fear of darkness. ~ Agliophobia- Fear of pain. ~ Demophobia- Fear of crowds. (Agoraphobia)
Outsides Distinguishing Marks: basic description Appearance:
Past Family: -James Hardgwick [deceased father] -Mio Lyoko [deceased mother] -Sari Lyoko [deceased sister]
History: Her father was never around, and her mother had kicked him out near the beginning of the pregnancy, tired of the drinking that was eventually his death. Loki had lived with her mother and sister since birth. That is, until the accident… Mio had been driving the girl’s home from dance practice, it was a rainy day. The wheels on the car had been bald for weeks, but her mother hadn’t had the money to replace them; that was a mistake, because as they were driving down the hill on their street, the car hydroplaned, sending them spinning off the road and into the ditch. Mio and Sari were killed instantly as the front end of the clunker car crumpled and twisted, cutting the jagged edges of broken metal deep into their bodies, only increasing the damage from the impact, which had shattered their skulls on the dash. Loki had been sent to an orphanage in the neighboring county, thirteen stitches in her scalp, a broken arm, and a black eye so swollen that she had taken to wearing an eye patch for quite some time. The doctors said that the only reason she was still alive, was because she had been the only one smart enough to buckle up. The money left by her father had finally fallen into her hands, be it because she had finally been found by the man’s lawyer, or because her mother was no longer around to deny the calls, no one knew. But it had been a trust fund, kept from the man’s hands by his aunt, who refused to give him a cent until he went into rehab and spent three years clean. It had never happened, so when he died, his only daughter was the obvious answer. She wasted no time in looking for a better place to live, deciding that if she was to spend her whole life alone, that she would prefer the rest of her childhood be spent in a place that she cared for, not some shit hole with rules and curfews. Whammy had been looking for her as well; she had always shown great skills in the acting arts, as well as the comments in her report cards that drew eyes… “Momo has a gift for listening to conversations she’s not supposed to.” “Momo prefers to call herself by different names, pretending she’s a different person constantly, and even going so far as to make up background stories and new family members.” “Your child is a handful. She is constantly stealing things from other children’s pockets and bags, and not even I notice until she gets bored of waiting and hands it back!” Momo… had a gift. Whammy could make use of it. When she had first joined the prestigious academy like orphanage, Loki had been nothing at all, staying in lower quartile of all her classes, choosing to spend her free time being alone, or sleeping… there was nothing remarkable about her, not even in her appearance. But the drama club changed that. As punishment for stealing yet again, she had been forced to help out in an after classes activity. She chose a play. Only two paths to go with that, join the tech crew where she would only get in the way; or try out. She slaughtered it, melding into every role without a hitch, and even going so far as to changing her voice to match whatever tone she thought they should have. One second she could be Juliet, speaking arily and batting her eyelashes, and the next she was Paris, sweeping maidens of their feet and speaking in a voice as smooth as silk. She had found her skill. And couple that with thieving, costumes, sarcasm and a dancer’s grace, she could quite easily be one of L’s next operatives… Be Someone Else When You Frown... [/size][/color][/quote][/quote] Aha, thanks! When do you think you're going to have the thread up?
Oh wait... you already answered that. Ahahaha.
Sorry about that!
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Ah well, when you get someone to play Near or Mello, tell me! I'm really looking forward to this RP! [/color][/size] It's time to start thinking about sleepin' around... [/color][/size]
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Post by Why not on Sept 30, 2009 16:35:01 GMT -5
You wouldn't happen to need an emo tactician, to scream and write epically in a notebook?
Ive always had a respect and a hatred of Light, but if people still want to do this still, I can run try to be Light
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Post by Mitchi-chan on Oct 1, 2009 20:33:53 GMT -5
xDDDDD lmfao
Well, fill out the application for a existing character the best you can, and we'll see if we can use you! I'm hoping you do him justice! It's not a fun light unless he's a well played Light. [/size][/color]
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