Post by Phantasm on Jul 10, 2006 17:11:00 GMT -5
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RPG Name: Phantasm
Link: z4.invisionfree.com/xPhantasmx/
Species Allowed: Big cats- No domesticated cats, or hybrids.
Host Type: InvisionFree
Difficulty: Intermediate - Advanced. At least two paragraphs with 6 sentences in each.
Talking Allowed?: Yus.
Activity: Very good / fast- Although there's only 9 members, usually there's at least one member on at a time. That's pretty good, eh?
Plot Type if Any?: Well- Here's the plot/history, written by the admin Lindz: Phantasm. Fantasy. That is what Malik designed this place to be, a dreamland for felines of all shapes and sizes. The land was found when Malik was only an adolescent, during his adventurous, exploring days. It was an unknown continent, uninhabited by humans and other competitors and threats. It was not a very large place, but it was not small either. The lands were spread out, but it would not take more than a day to travel from one end of the continent to the other. The habitats somehow ranged from a dry desert, to abundant rainforests, to lakes and rivers leading to the vast ocean. It seemed to be a whole world compressed together into a perfect place for felines to live, and that is what Malik created it to be.
He explored the land for a year, checking out resources and anything and everything that they might need for survival. It was all there, all they would ever need...and more. The great abundance of everything would make this a sheer paradise for the felines. They would have no competition, and they would live in peace, working together to get what they wanted. It was dream come true...or was it?
While Malik was always intellegent, always keen in mind, he failed in completely thinking over every possible outcome of creating this continent before opening it up and making it known throughout the feline kingdom.
He forgot that paradise, for some, meant harm to others...thus, evil was born on Phantasm.
It was controlled, at first. There were only a few here and there, causing mischief and taking advantage of others, making them annoyed or angry. But it grew, and grew, and grew. The monster began to take over the continent, feeding off of the more tender. Soon, the delightful manner of Phantasm began fading away, food became scarce, and felines started dying by the most hideous and malicious ways. Malik knew he had to stop it, he was the ruler, the leader, the king...but how? It was so much greater than he, what was one lion like himself to do?
Fight Back.
But first, the source. Surely, this forming group was headed by someone, but who? Who could be strong enough, powerful enough to bring so much chaos and pain to such innocent victims? And who could control the ones doing this? Brea was who. The mighty tigress that Malik had watched, in awe, enter the continent. Her beauty seemed to radiate, making everything around her seem hundreds of times more lavishing than it really was. With one twinkle of her eye, she seemed to control everyone in sight. Luckily, Malik was not the type to fall under that kind of deceitful control. But Brea? Evil? It seemed absurd! But oh, Malik could not erase his next memory of her...the hideous sound of her laugh, and the mocking and criticism she she shouted at everything around her, the orders she commanded to the other felines in the immidiate area. Yes, she was the Queen of Evil on the continent...that was the truth.
When Malik had put the pieces together, he began to act, quickly. Those that he knew to be tender were called together, and they began to form an army against the, now, so called Queen of Phantasm. But they're plan was shattered when a band from Brea's side attacked upon hearing about the new army, killing many. The rest of the tenders became frightened, and many began living their lives hiding in fear, while many others left the continent all together.
Malik was alone, not to mention extremely wounded from the attack. He too began to fade into the shadows, sadly watching his beloved continent crumble before his very eyes. The food sources were even more scarce now, they were there, but they too were hiding from the growing evil...and a sad, looming haze seemed to be ever present over the continent.
Two years went by. Malik had turned five. Over the time that he had lived in isolation, he had learned many new strategies, new tactics to survive, new skills, new knowledge. Not only that, but he had also seemingly doubled in size. The bits of fat that encased the body of a normal feline had gradually warn off, turning into huge, intense...powerful muscles. And he knew, the time had come.
Malik, after being thought long gone and dead by Brea, emerged from his place in the shadows and made his presense known. He was large, handsome, magnificent. That day, the skies seemed to open up, and the land was beautiful and clear again, as it had been several years ago when it was truely paradise. Malik stepped forth on this day, proclaiming himself true King of Phantasm.
Brea was furious. Malik had been dead to her, she had had no worries, no fears, nothing...she was the almighty queen forever and ever. But he was somehow back, and she was scared out of her mind...she had no clue what he was capable of.
"Well Malik, if its a rivalry you want, its a rivalry you'll get."
A sinister grin emerged on Brea's face, and a truely evil laugh escaped from her maw.
It was, at that very moment, that all hell broke loose.
---
So you pick your side, tender (Malik), neutral, or dark (Brea) and choose a pride/clan. Very fun and original.
Any Other Info: Members are active, kind, and willing to explain things! Their are a lot of rules, but that ensures no slip ups. I promise a fun experience if you join.
Join!
RPG Name: Phantasm
Link: z4.invisionfree.com/xPhantasmx/
Species Allowed: Big cats- No domesticated cats, or hybrids.
Host Type: InvisionFree
Difficulty: Intermediate - Advanced. At least two paragraphs with 6 sentences in each.
Talking Allowed?: Yus.
Activity: Very good / fast- Although there's only 9 members, usually there's at least one member on at a time. That's pretty good, eh?
Plot Type if Any?: Well- Here's the plot/history, written by the admin Lindz: Phantasm. Fantasy. That is what Malik designed this place to be, a dreamland for felines of all shapes and sizes. The land was found when Malik was only an adolescent, during his adventurous, exploring days. It was an unknown continent, uninhabited by humans and other competitors and threats. It was not a very large place, but it was not small either. The lands were spread out, but it would not take more than a day to travel from one end of the continent to the other. The habitats somehow ranged from a dry desert, to abundant rainforests, to lakes and rivers leading to the vast ocean. It seemed to be a whole world compressed together into a perfect place for felines to live, and that is what Malik created it to be.
He explored the land for a year, checking out resources and anything and everything that they might need for survival. It was all there, all they would ever need...and more. The great abundance of everything would make this a sheer paradise for the felines. They would have no competition, and they would live in peace, working together to get what they wanted. It was dream come true...or was it?
While Malik was always intellegent, always keen in mind, he failed in completely thinking over every possible outcome of creating this continent before opening it up and making it known throughout the feline kingdom.
He forgot that paradise, for some, meant harm to others...thus, evil was born on Phantasm.
It was controlled, at first. There were only a few here and there, causing mischief and taking advantage of others, making them annoyed or angry. But it grew, and grew, and grew. The monster began to take over the continent, feeding off of the more tender. Soon, the delightful manner of Phantasm began fading away, food became scarce, and felines started dying by the most hideous and malicious ways. Malik knew he had to stop it, he was the ruler, the leader, the king...but how? It was so much greater than he, what was one lion like himself to do?
Fight Back.
But first, the source. Surely, this forming group was headed by someone, but who? Who could be strong enough, powerful enough to bring so much chaos and pain to such innocent victims? And who could control the ones doing this? Brea was who. The mighty tigress that Malik had watched, in awe, enter the continent. Her beauty seemed to radiate, making everything around her seem hundreds of times more lavishing than it really was. With one twinkle of her eye, she seemed to control everyone in sight. Luckily, Malik was not the type to fall under that kind of deceitful control. But Brea? Evil? It seemed absurd! But oh, Malik could not erase his next memory of her...the hideous sound of her laugh, and the mocking and criticism she she shouted at everything around her, the orders she commanded to the other felines in the immidiate area. Yes, she was the Queen of Evil on the continent...that was the truth.
When Malik had put the pieces together, he began to act, quickly. Those that he knew to be tender were called together, and they began to form an army against the, now, so called Queen of Phantasm. But they're plan was shattered when a band from Brea's side attacked upon hearing about the new army, killing many. The rest of the tenders became frightened, and many began living their lives hiding in fear, while many others left the continent all together.
Malik was alone, not to mention extremely wounded from the attack. He too began to fade into the shadows, sadly watching his beloved continent crumble before his very eyes. The food sources were even more scarce now, they were there, but they too were hiding from the growing evil...and a sad, looming haze seemed to be ever present over the continent.
Two years went by. Malik had turned five. Over the time that he had lived in isolation, he had learned many new strategies, new tactics to survive, new skills, new knowledge. Not only that, but he had also seemingly doubled in size. The bits of fat that encased the body of a normal feline had gradually warn off, turning into huge, intense...powerful muscles. And he knew, the time had come.
Malik, after being thought long gone and dead by Brea, emerged from his place in the shadows and made his presense known. He was large, handsome, magnificent. That day, the skies seemed to open up, and the land was beautiful and clear again, as it had been several years ago when it was truely paradise. Malik stepped forth on this day, proclaiming himself true King of Phantasm.
Brea was furious. Malik had been dead to her, she had had no worries, no fears, nothing...she was the almighty queen forever and ever. But he was somehow back, and she was scared out of her mind...she had no clue what he was capable of.
"Well Malik, if its a rivalry you want, its a rivalry you'll get."
A sinister grin emerged on Brea's face, and a truely evil laugh escaped from her maw.
It was, at that very moment, that all hell broke loose.
---
So you pick your side, tender (Malik), neutral, or dark (Brea) and choose a pride/clan. Very fun and original.
Any Other Info: Members are active, kind, and willing to explain things! Their are a lot of rules, but that ensures no slip ups. I promise a fun experience if you join.
Join!