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RP Training ground, or the Tavern.
Topic Started: Aug 28 2007, 07:48 PM (490 Views)
Inyx
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One of the ways that I learned how to RP was in chat rooms and forum "taverns". Where there is no story line, just people coming and going in character.

Perhaps we should start one, or several for locations in the Generator, like a Mess Hall, or the Lab.
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harry8989
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Harry8989 ran out of the Lab, coughing. Ever the mad scientist (or Sciencefictionist, as he called it) he had been experimenting with volatile chemicals again.
"Mental log; do not add enhanced hydrogen to baking soda" he said. It would be a few minutes before the automatic ventilation units finished clearing the lab, so he visited the deserted mess hall. He was reflecting on how sad it was that so much of Dynami was empty when he noticed someone (i.e. the next person to post) walking in...
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kire10
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Kire walks into the mess hall and sees another Dynamian.
"Harry what have you done this time."
Kire sits and gets a z-token feeding it to Adam.
"well we realy need to find a way to get people to help you Adam dont we. "
Kire turns to Harry.
"This place is really desewrted."
PPH for the democrazy.

whos intimidating who now big city
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harry8989
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"Yes, it is" Harry replied. He looked at Adam. "Shouldn't he have evolved by now? I told you to feed him one of my Conductive Energy Storing Crystals if his evolution didn't happen. They're very safe. Atleast, much safer than that crystal the glacius member fed him. I mean, he was awesome looking and now he's a rice dish."

He changed the subject then. "I remeber when Dynami was first discovered. What a flurry of activitie there was. But now it's dripped down to nothing. Just the same people, a new one every two months. What's happened to us? Oh, and by the way that incident with the smoke wasn't my fault. Or atleast entirely mine."
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kire10
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"yes the tide of activity has seemed to drip out of this place but one good thing has come of it. All of our members our devoted to the clan. This 'rice dish' has an imense amout of power. And being a ricemancer i can change his form. (in lower voice.) If only dynami would help me decide on whjat to change him into.(end lower voice) Wel any new devices. Have you finished that weapon for me you know the scythe. I really need to harvest my rice crops. (yes dynami has rice crops)
PPH for the democrazy.

whos intimidating who now big city
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
An idiot named Fishtank then promptly stubled into the room, tripping over a bucket.

Finding the current convorsation boring, he gave Adam a Z-Token, then walked out, tripping over the exact same bucket.

Outside, he turned the corridor and made sure nobody was watching, he then ducked into Harry8989's lab. Closing the door behind him...
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harry8989
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(Note: I do not make schythes. I make extremely hightech technology (see the official forums). Thus, I am uncreating your scythe remark.)

Harry's wristwatch blinked. "Hmm, that's odd. It seems someone has entered my lab. But the only person who ever does that is..."
He paused, the yelled and ran towards the lab. "FISHTANK!!!!!"
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kire10
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(of course I mean a hightec sythe with a laserblade)

Kire groaned and followed HArry to his lab.
"FIshtank get out of there now you know what happened last time."
PPH for the democrazy.

whos intimidating who now big city
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Fishtank
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
An explosion of intense proportions followed promptly.

Fishtank had, fortuatly escaped, along with the prototype "fast shovel", which was so lame he threw in a ditch, he then reentered the Hive. Teleporting in, he found himelf faced with harry8989, and a breathless kire10.

Fortunately, he anticipated this, and had a disguise = :ph43r:
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kire10
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Kire turned and from his cloak drew pie and some punch. He then drew his old laser scythe.
"fishtank come out come out wherever you are."
PPH for the democrazy.

whos intimidating who now big city
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Fishtank
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
....................

Fishtank then booked it.
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harry8989
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And unfortunatly ran into the same bucket from before. He then slipped into a teleporter and activated it, sending him to a random location of Paxia.

Harry, amused by this whole event, went back to his lab, leaving a bewildered Kire staring at where Fishtank just was.
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Fishtank
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
Fishtank lay sprawled on the blackened hole where the harry8989's lab had once been, ironically, the lab was the destination assigned to the transporter, Fishtank stood up and laft the lab.

Fishtank then left to the Nautican PF! (we also have a RP section!), where Fishtank was an admin, and now, because of the tech stolen from harry8989's lab, whenever you scroll over the big red button, something stupid pops up.
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Then ozzynator runs into the room and asked,
"where is Fishtank?!"
"He has been hiding everyone's left sock again!"

Ozzynator then jumps into the teleporter to further search for Fishtank.
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Liveman Ieb
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I sound like a geezer and a geek when I start this, but it has to be said. D:

You're not doing so good. Honestly, and bluntly, said.

Short posts, which aren't actually not much different than normal forum posts. You just write something short of an action, which doesn't even look that good(to read), and you keep on doing it.

Now, I know that RP'ing can be fun as long as everyone who is in it is having fun, but when someone other tries to join the RP and writing "normal" length posts, it doesn't really work out if all the others keep on writing the four lines long posts, nonstop.

Just like they say in every RP'ing forum ever, one which emphasizes on the "good" styled RP'ing, I will now throw some examples of what to consider when writing your posts.

1: Description. Don't just tell us what your character looks like and leave it at that. Make him live more. He doesn't always look the same in different situations, right(unless he is a golem or similar automaton)? Describe the character through the story, but don't overdo it. How he moves while acting normal, while cautious, how he moves in a fight. How the expression of his face changes during different situations. Of course, describing the surroundings is an important factor as well. Where are you at, what does your character think of it, and so on.

2: Make sense. Human's generally aren't geniuses on both Melee, Magic, and Ranged styled attacks. Remember that when you are in a fight, or pretty much anywhere, you're not the only one that is moving. For example, if you are in a fight, don't expect to hit anything if at first you shot a crossow, then pulled out a sword, lifted it in air and awed on the blade for a moment before lowering your gaze and re-entering battle. That all takes, what, four, five seconds? Maybe seven, but in those seven seconds, depending on the situation, the enemy would have enough time to flank you. And that's not bad. Another thing to make sense with: Don't change your character personality to "fit into the theme". Like, if he is a pacifist and a Dragon sympathizer, don't make him join a Dragon hunt to kill one. That's what the Eragon guy does, and despite popular opinion, it doesn't make sense.

3: I forgot. There was something, but whatever it was, I forgot. D: That's what you get for giving instructions in 8 AM. Anyway, have some examples from a RP'ing forum I go to.

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He could feel the rhythmic beating on the stands as the crowd went crazy as the challengers slowly filed into the arena one by one. There was a grin on his face, not of happiness, not of arrogance but the sinister leer of someone sick in the head. His eyes were wide, and with every step on the ground the upper half of his body thrashed around inside of his white straight jacket, his hair being flung around wildly. The stands on his side – everyone around gate C – were suddenly hushed by his outrageous behaviour.

“What, WHAT?” He turned around and faced the people behind him, his limbs obviously twitching and moving uncontrollably around inside of the sleeves that were wrapped around him. “You… Y-you all don’t like me-e-e-e?” As soon as he muttered those words he doubled over and vomited out the contents of his stomach in front of himself, but all that came out after moments of gagging and dry heaving was a thick black liquid that looked like tar. Eta groaned and shooks his head wildly afterwards and by this time everyone who had been standing were now in their seats near his section. Somewhere inside he was infuriated for the silence, but it only seemed to push him on. Drive him farther.

Slowly he shuffled backward, still facing the crowd, still twitching with every step as his abnormally long tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips, curling over it, running over it quickly, licking up the tar that didn’t quite make it to the floor. His eyes seemed to swirl with insanity, a disheartening gaze that could chill to the bone. Those deep green eyes of his… One was covered with a tattoo, many Greek letters stationed around it with lines of varying sizes leading to the eyeball itself where the last and final symbol rested within his pupil – the sign of eta where he also derived his name. It was a seal, something that allowed him to see through the illusions of others, though in this state of mind he was not fully aware of the true capabilities of such a mark.

How long had he been like this? Been treated like this? They all stared. WHY DO THEY STARE? He hated that. When he could use his arms, before a few months ago, he carved out their eyes. Ate them afterward and then spent the rest of the night purging his stomach from their sickness, from their blindness. He wanted them to see what they saw in him, but it didn’t help. Why would it? The blind don’t see – they never see. In his outrage he took all of those that were still downstairs in the inn and carved them open with the knife he once had, a present from a time he didn’t remember. A time before his mind was lost.



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"This bloody weather is murder for the skin. Someone liberate me from this hell."

"Here's your drinks."

The pandemomium of Kylesh was everyday business, as was the scorching heat, but both were still a topic that everyone could have complained about on and on. Wild and hostile, the planet and its inhabitants were living like it was their last day. The hostile conditions, and the scarce areas of land that one could actually live in comfort drove many to the path of villainy, a path strewn with hundreds of corpses of those with not enough skills, luck, or guts.

She wondered sometimes if she was any better than those unfortunate fools. "Thanks." The bar was not a good one, neither was the drinks they served really good, but for a thirsty throat after a hard work, it was a blessing. There had been a lot more room in the bar, but it was so humid that getting burnt by the sun seemed a better option. That was why the two of them had squeezed their way onto the terrace.

They mixed in well with the other customers, who were no better than the two of them, warriors for hire, thieves when a price was negotiated. Mercenaries. Hunters upon the weak, stray dogs of society. A dangerous occupation, but when it was about money, the Guild was just as greedy as they were.

She took a sip from the glass handed by the scrawny young male. The scar he had was from a bar fight a few years ago, which had cost him his left eye, and the attackers life. It just proved that no-one living on the edge around here should be taken lightly.

"It's not so bad. There are a lot worse places out there than our little paradise."

The woman laughed from the thought. "If this is a paradise, I don't want to see hell."

Partners in crime, both of them were wearing light clothing. She, a tank top and green trousers, her hair tied to a ponytail. She took a look around behind the black shades, but saw nothing alarming or unusual. Drunken idiots, someone trying to dance but looking more like he was having a seizure. The foreign music hurt her ears, the highpitched tunes were simply too much.

Her companion wore a sleeveless shirt tucked into beige trousers, he was lucky enough to have a hat large enough to give him ample protection from the sun. A sombrero. It hid his face well, and gave him what he called "cool guy aura".

While she took another sip, the man lifted his head up, staring at her. "When is the next job?"

She shrugged and lowered the glass. "Haven't heard anything. So enjoy this free time as long as it lasts. You never know when it might be your last moments." She began drinking again, as the man sighed.

'Business' had been slow these days. Maybe they weren't as trusted as in the past, but it was understandable. After that failure, their value had plummeted when it was about people skilled enough for difficult tasks of the unlawful side. He drowned down his disappointment along with the glass, burped and stood up.

"Well, I'll be off then. You know where to find me if you hear anything." The woman just nodded as she still was finishing her glass. The man had disappeared into the crowd when she finally finished her glass, and put it on the table.

She leaned backwards on her chair, and stared at the sky. It was blue, cloudless, and there, the relentless sun showered them with its burning love.

"Gods rot this planet." she said, straightened and waited for the bar worker to come take the glasses, she wanted a refill. She was feeling thirsty today.




Also, you are currently RP'ing in the OOC area of RP forums. : \
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kire10
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This area is for practice RP and Im using it to relax and not RP in thr proper sense.
PPH for the democrazy.

whos intimidating who now big city
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Liveman Ieb
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Something bad happened in Paxia? I did it.
Now it's where it's supposed to be if this is a RP thread. :\

..I suck when I try to enforce rules. D:
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Fishtank
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
Yeah, this is just a RP for fun thread, we're not going to the best of our capabilities, well, at least I'm not, anyway, the concept of this is for fun, and maybe to get some new ideas.
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While all this was going on, Tuss was in his room on his bed, throwing daggers at a target he tapped to his ceiling. "Dang I'm bored" he said to himself, hitting another bullseye, "mabye I should see what the other's are doing." He reached up and took the daggers out of the ceiling and put them in his backpack. After checking that he had everything(spear:check,gold:check,daggers[10]:check,potions:check) he went out into the hallway. "I wonder where everyone is" he thought to himself, walking along, "I know we don't have THAT many members, but I should've come across somebody."
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
Fishtank pranced around the corner, in his usual idiotic gait. This time, up to nothing bad.

Nothing good either.

He ended up tripping over the same bucket he always did. That was conveniently situated in the middle of a hallway, he slid over the wet contents running headlong into a bewildered and lonesome Tuss, or the idea man, he dubbed himself.

That would make a great television show.

"Oh, hey Tuss, what's up?" he asked with a hint of malicious intent in his tone, as thought he was about to pull some sort of prank right there, right then, right where he was standing.

Or not, whatever suits him best.

Not waiting for a response from Tuss, he continued down the hall. Yelling behind his shoulder.

"Got to go save the generator from certain destruction that may or may not have been my fault, BRB"

Unfortuatly for the few Dynamians still alive at this point.

This part was true.
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"Knowing Fishtank, it's probably just another prank." Tuss thought to himself. Sighing, he went to a nearby supply closet for a mop to clean up the mess Fishtank made when he tripped over the bucket. After it was cleaned up, he then took the bucket to fill it up again and place it where Fishtank was sure to trip over it.
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Even more Krazyyyy!!!!
Thunder DragonSlayer was in her room, sleeping because she accidently casted a Sleep spell on herself, when the explosion woke her up.
-Can I please sleep more ? Please ? she asked, still sleepy.
Then she remembered the explosion.
She stood up quickly, she put in her backpack : her spellbook, 10 healing potions and 5 mana potions). She took her purse, her backpack, her magical sword, and she ran out of her room.
She ran to the hallsway, saw Tuss, tripped on the bucket and she asked :
-A few minutes ago, I heard an explosion, do you know what is it ?
The three rules that are over everything :
-The best is the opposite of the good
-Everything that can end badly ends badly
-Each attempt to do nothing,so nothing will end badly,ends badly
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Tuss
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"Oh, that was just Fishtank messing up Harry's lab again," He replied, "Nothing to worry about." After picking up the bucket he added, "Also, you should watch where you're going. This is Fishtanks bucket. Yours is over there," gesturing at a similar bucket a few feet away. With that, Tuss walked away to find a less traveled spot to put the bucket.
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