Keylo
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Tick…tock…tick…tock…
The sound of various clocks...the scribbling of a pen…the dripping of water… These are the sounds that fill your head as you slowly drift into consciousness, and the only sense you have for now. These sounds, although generally common, possess a strange enigmatic feeling to them when one is denied the remainder of one’s senses. Thinking this, you indulge yourself in this strange feeling for the longest time, almost as a child might explore a new or old toy that has come into their possession. Then, the sense of “touch” returns, and you are able to feel the smooth, cold, marble floor touching your face as you realize you have been laying face down the entire time. A shiver runs through you as your brain registers the frigidity of the room, your body reacting as fit in an attempt to warm itself. Shortly after, your sense of smell returns to you , and you become aware that asides from a faint scent of incense, the room appears to be quite dusty, implying that it’s quite old. Then comes the sense of taste as a salty sensation fills your mouth before disappearing and being replaced with that of saliva. Last but not least, is the sense of sight, which allows you to finally stand up steadily and turn towards the direction in which the sounds are coming from, to behold quite the exquisite sight. There, atop a small desk of sorts, is the only source of light illuminating what would otherwise be a pitch-black room, and behind that was an enigmatic woman dressed in blue, working away at filling out papers with a quill pen. Countless antique clocks ornament the wall directly to the back of this woman, each clock displaying a different time, each clock moving at a different speed. All the mysteries the sole sense of “hearing” had presented before you was answered with this, except for the drops of liquid which continued even now, seeming to come from the same direction as the rest, but invisible to the naked eye. What was this sound’s origin? What purpose did all these things serve? Such questions fill your mind as you approach the lady behind the desk almost subconsciously, as if the sight had been designed to draw you towards her. And perhaps the room had been designed, for this sole purpose, as when you came close enough to her, she lifted up her head almost automatically to address you.
”Ah, another faceless one in need of guidance I presume?... Curious about the clocks I take it?...”
The woman is fluent in her speech, and the tone of voice used is one that a secretary for a large scale corporation might use. However, rather than smiling kindly, or adopting a strict-business type look, the expression on her face could be described as an enigmatic smirk at best, one which she kept unchanged the entire time she spoke.
” These clocks are part of the Lady’s winnings from multiple games with her friends, quite enchanting are they not?...”
When the silver-haired girl looked at you as if waiting for a response, you found your voice lacking and unable to vocalize one no matter how hard you try. But, surprisingly enough, the woman answers this dilemma almost instantly, as if she knew the result from the start.
” No need to speak my dear, you won’t need to until the Lady arrives anyway. For now, take this to keep you occupied.”
It was then, that this blue garbed woman pulled out a golden sheet of parchment from a seemingly endless stack within her drawer, complete with many fields to form out but lacking a writing utensil with which to do so. Once again however, the girl seems to read your mind in advance, and give you the answer you require instantly.
“ Simply use your mind darling, the parchment will do the rest. Simply try to remember as hard as you can in regards to what it asks you and it will fill itself out automatically…
And this, was what the parchment read:
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What is your name?:
How old were you as far back as you can remember?:
What do you look like in your memories?: ((OOC: Please do provide me with a picture if possible, as I believe I will employ a similar “avatar” system as AWMBI to allow for easy visualization. That or a VERY good description on what your character looks like.))
What took place within the past as far as you can remember?: ((OOC: Limit is 2-4 weeks, note this plays a MAJOR role in determining what your “memory skills”/ starting location is in. Your character should have no memory of things not related to things in these 2-4 weeks))
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Amazingly enough, the parchment fills itself with precise details about yourself derived from your memories, some that you yourself were unsure of. Somewhat astonished, as you hand the paper to the blue-garbed woman, you fail to notice a possibly cruel smile that appears upon the girl’s face when you do so, having been too awestruck by the “magic” you had just witnessed. In fact, so great was the shock of coming into contact with such an extraordinary thing, that you remained lost in thought until the silver haired girl began to speak again.
”And that’s everything! Now if I may have you turn your attention to the clock directly behind me…”
Clock? Which clock could she possibly mean? Or so you thought, until you saw her pointing to an enormous grandfather clock towering above the room that you had somehow failed to notice before. How could you have possibly failed to notice such a thing before? Was it perhaps “magic” as you saw earlier?... It is then, that your attention is drawn to the clock face itself.
11:59, a few seconds before 12:00
That’s an odd number…if perhaps a frightening one should a person be a horror buff. “Midnight” was almost always an ominous time, the end of a previous day and the beginning of a new day. Yet why had the girl pointed this out particularly?...
Ding…Dong….Ding…Dong…
Upon the bell striking twelve, the world suddenly begins to shake around you, and you begin to feel horribly nauseous, and are forced to your knees by all of the vibrations. There, kneeling on the floor, you look up to see the blue garbed girl with the same enigmatic expression as before, explaining to you in regards to what was happening.
” Rejoice oh faceless one! Everything you need that was taken from you shall now be returned to you, upon the arrival of the Lady. Everything shall then go in accordance to the Lady’s wishes as you play upon a most delightful gameboard she has prepared for you, one which will certainly be quite entertaining!”
The vibrations caused by the tolling of the bell growing stronger with each passing second, you find your vision beginning to blur as your head is suddenly filled with immense pain. Vision blurring, and your senses beginning to fade once more, you can barely make out the silver-haired woman crouching down to your level in front of you, a sadistic smile on her face, as she leaned forward and whispered into your ear in an oddly soft but stimulating tone.
” Welcome to the game little pet, I do look forward to day when we meet on the board itself…
And with that, your vision blacks out, the last thing you hear is a sinister laugh mocking you as your mind fades away…
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And now for the actual character sheet you'll be using (feel free to fill out the IC one as well for RP purposes):
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Level:1
Power: 1
Dexterity: 1
Mind: 1
Endurance: 1
Stamina: {[(End*2)+Pow] *2} + 10 = 16
Orgasm: {[(End+ Mind] *3} + 10 = 16
Speed: [(Dex*2) + Pow] *2 = 6
Purity: (Mind * End * 4) + 10 = 14
Willpower: (Mind/2 + Endurance/3) = 0.833333 = 1
Skills:
Memories:
Unused Memory points: 10
Tick…tock…tick…tock…
The sound of various clocks...the scribbling of a pen…the dripping of water… These are the sounds that fill your head as you slowly drift into consciousness, and the only sense you have for now. These sounds, although generally common, possess a strange enigmatic feeling to them when one is denied the remainder of one’s senses. Thinking this, you indulge yourself in this strange feeling for the longest time, almost as a child might explore a new or old toy that has come into their possession. Then, the sense of “touch” returns, and you are able to feel the smooth, cold, marble floor touching your face as you realize you have been laying face down the entire time. A shiver runs through you as your brain registers the frigidity of the room, your body reacting as fit in an attempt to warm itself. Shortly after, your sense of smell returns to you , and you become aware that asides from a faint scent of incense, the room appears to be quite dusty, implying that it’s quite old. Then comes the sense of taste as a salty sensation fills your mouth before disappearing and being replaced with that of saliva. Last but not least, is the sense of sight, which allows you to finally stand up steadily and turn towards the direction in which the sounds are coming from, to behold quite the exquisite sight. There, atop a small desk of sorts, is the only source of light illuminating what would otherwise be a pitch-black room, and behind that was an enigmatic woman dressed in blue, working away at filling out papers with a quill pen. Countless antique clocks ornament the wall directly to the back of this woman, each clock displaying a different time, each clock moving at a different speed. All the mysteries the sole sense of “hearing” had presented before you was answered with this, except for the drops of liquid which continued even now, seeming to come from the same direction as the rest, but invisible to the naked eye. What was this sound’s origin? What purpose did all these things serve? Such questions fill your mind as you approach the lady behind the desk almost subconsciously, as if the sight had been designed to draw you towards her. And perhaps the room had been designed, for this sole purpose, as when you came close enough to her, she lifted up her head almost automatically to address you.
”Ah, another faceless one in need of guidance I presume?... Curious about the clocks I take it?...”
The woman is fluent in her speech, and the tone of voice used is one that a secretary for a large scale corporation might use. However, rather than smiling kindly, or adopting a strict-business type look, the expression on her face could be described as an enigmatic smirk at best, one which she kept unchanged the entire time she spoke.
” These clocks are part of the Lady’s winnings from multiple games with her friends, quite enchanting are they not?...”
When the silver-haired girl looked at you as if waiting for a response, you found your voice lacking and unable to vocalize one no matter how hard you try. But, surprisingly enough, the woman answers this dilemma almost instantly, as if she knew the result from the start.
” No need to speak my dear, you won’t need to until the Lady arrives anyway. For now, take this to keep you occupied.”
It was then, that this blue garbed woman pulled out a golden sheet of parchment from a seemingly endless stack within her drawer, complete with many fields to form out but lacking a writing utensil with which to do so. Once again however, the girl seems to read your mind in advance, and give you the answer you require instantly.
“ Simply use your mind darling, the parchment will do the rest. Simply try to remember as hard as you can in regards to what it asks you and it will fill itself out automatically…
And this, was what the parchment read:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What is your name?:
How old were you as far back as you can remember?:
What do you look like in your memories?: ((OOC: Please do provide me with a picture if possible, as I believe I will employ a similar “avatar” system as AWMBI to allow for easy visualization. That or a VERY good description on what your character looks like.))
What took place within the past as far as you can remember?: ((OOC: Limit is 2-4 weeks, note this plays a MAJOR role in determining what your “memory skills”/ starting location is in. Your character should have no memory of things not related to things in these 2-4 weeks))
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amazingly enough, the parchment fills itself with precise details about yourself derived from your memories, some that you yourself were unsure of. Somewhat astonished, as you hand the paper to the blue-garbed woman, you fail to notice a possibly cruel smile that appears upon the girl’s face when you do so, having been too awestruck by the “magic” you had just witnessed. In fact, so great was the shock of coming into contact with such an extraordinary thing, that you remained lost in thought until the silver haired girl began to speak again.
”And that’s everything! Now if I may have you turn your attention to the clock directly behind me…”
Clock? Which clock could she possibly mean? Or so you thought, until you saw her pointing to an enormous grandfather clock towering above the room that you had somehow failed to notice before. How could you have possibly failed to notice such a thing before? Was it perhaps “magic” as you saw earlier?... It is then, that your attention is drawn to the clock face itself.
11:59, a few seconds before 12:00
That’s an odd number…if perhaps a frightening one should a person be a horror buff. “Midnight” was almost always an ominous time, the end of a previous day and the beginning of a new day. Yet why had the girl pointed this out particularly?...
Ding…Dong….Ding…Dong…
Upon the bell striking twelve, the world suddenly begins to shake around you, and you begin to feel horribly nauseous, and are forced to your knees by all of the vibrations. There, kneeling on the floor, you look up to see the blue garbed girl with the same enigmatic expression as before, explaining to you in regards to what was happening.
” Rejoice oh faceless one! Everything you need that was taken from you shall now be returned to you, upon the arrival of the Lady. Everything shall then go in accordance to the Lady’s wishes as you play upon a most delightful gameboard she has prepared for you, one which will certainly be quite entertaining!”
The vibrations caused by the tolling of the bell growing stronger with each passing second, you find your vision beginning to blur as your head is suddenly filled with immense pain. Vision blurring, and your senses beginning to fade once more, you can barely make out the silver-haired woman crouching down to your level in front of you, a sadistic smile on her face, as she leaned forward and whispered into your ear in an oddly soft but stimulating tone.
” Welcome to the game little pet, I do look forward to day when we meet on the board itself…
And with that, your vision blacks out, the last thing you hear is a sinister laugh mocking you as your mind fades away…
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And now for the actual character sheet you'll be using (feel free to fill out the IC one as well for RP purposes):
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Level:1
Power: 1
Dexterity: 1
Mind: 1
Endurance: 1
Stamina: {[(End*2)+Pow] *2} + 10 = 16
Orgasm: {[(End+ Mind] *3} + 10 = 16
Speed: [(Dex*2) + Pow] *2 = 6
Purity: (Mind * End * 4) + 10 = 14
Willpower: (Mind/2 + Endurance/3) = 0.833333 = 1
Skills:
Memories:
Unused Memory points: 10
. So no worries there.