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Post by Rojo on Apr 5, 2009 19:20:54 GMT -5
In a dark, cold universe there is a dark cold world and on that dark cold world there is a dark cold hut and in that dark cold hut is a packet of half-eaten Doritos and an oldman snoozing in an armchair-- sorry, I mean a flight of dark cold stairs and down the dark cold stairs is a dark cold room and in the dark cold room lie the characters who never came to be. Some are too wild to work, some were forgotten, some just didn't fit, some were given up on and some just never came to be...
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Post by Seven on Apr 8, 2009 19:56:51 GMT -5
((All of my characters that never came to be really suck though. Probably because they wound up under-developed from not rping them. Oh well.))
A kelpie walks into the room.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 9, 2009 10:25:30 GMT -5
Lying slouched in the corner is a man with brown curly hair and a lot of black angsty clothing. He looks up at the new arrival and then lowers his head to his chest again. One might think he was a asleep.
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Post by Seven on Apr 9, 2009 13:36:00 GMT -5
The kelpie walks forward. It felt strange being on land for so long, and he felt he was going to dry up at this rate. "Answer me, where can I find a body of water? I am parched."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 9, 2009 13:42:21 GMT -5
The man points a finger to one of the corners of the small room. There is a puddle of water made from a drip coming from the ceiling. His gloves are strange, covering only his fingers on the outside, but the two in middle left to the open air.
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Post by Seven on Apr 9, 2009 14:04:00 GMT -5
The kelpie frowns. That couldn't really be considered a body of water? He supposes it could. At least it would help a little. At least he wouldn't dry out. Swallowing his pride, he goes and sits in the center of the tiny puddle.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 9, 2009 14:09:39 GMT -5
The man drops his arm woefully, staring at the floor again.
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Post by Seven on Apr 9, 2009 14:14:03 GMT -5
The kelpie looks around the room. This was going to get boring fast. "So....what's the deal with you? How come you never came to be?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 9, 2009 14:36:51 GMT -5
"I," he begins dramatically "was going to be one of the main characters of a story about what if all the ghosts and ghoulies you read about were real and hiding under society's nose. I'm an Irish Vampire. Didn't get much further than that before the Author gave up because he thought he wasn't good enough.
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Post by Seven on Apr 10, 2009 12:05:08 GMT -5
"I see. Too bad. I'm also Irish. A kelpie."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 10, 2009 13:33:01 GMT -5
"Oh yes?" the man tries to fake interest "what were you going to be in?"
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Post by Seven on Apr 10, 2009 13:47:16 GMT -5
He shrugs. "A role play. Except the admin meta-gamed right off the bat, trying to act all chummy with him. Normally something I would murder for. But trying to be a little nicer than normal, I just argued with him. And promptly got banned for being too mean. Wuss." He sighs. "And now it's been so long, most all of me has been forgotten, including my name. I have none nowadays..."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 10, 2009 19:00:04 GMT -5
"Ouch. Did you have a backstory? It is something I lack..."
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Post by Seven on Apr 10, 2009 20:53:57 GMT -5
He shakes his head. "Not really. I had an introduction, depicting me drowning some human, but other than that, no. I had been on for less than an hour, and the profiles of that site did not require a backstory. Thus, it was supposed to be made 'along the way.' Which, as you are aware of, never happened.
"Probably why we both never came to be. If we had the depth given by a backstory, we might have ended up reused in some other story instead."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2009 9:00:10 GMT -5
"Yes...well, here's to hoping one day our creators will be so bored and lazy one day they'll take us back and put us in something..."
The vampire pulls out a bottle of whiskey from his coat (As the unspoken Irish law dictates) and took a drink.
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