NEW Harry Potter RPG -- Advertisement « Result #1 on Aug 10, 2009, 7:18pm »
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a BRAND NEW Harry Potter RPG, just opened a couple weeks ago. I've spent a lot of time on it and I'm ready for members. My site is set about 19 years after Voldemort's defeat. Hogwarts isn't the only location on this site, the Ministry of Magic, St. Mungos, Azkaban, Godric’s Hollow, Diagon Alley. Hogsmeade, and Knockturn Alley can also be found on this site! On this site you can join as a student, a Hogwarts Staff Member (this includes teachers), a shop keeper, a Ministry Employee, a St. Mungo's Employee, a ghost, or even a former death eater. You can even join the Quidditch Team, or the Dueling Team. There's also lots of fun games, contests, and polls in our out of character board. If you would like, you could even sign up to be the Daily Prophet writer! All the members on my site will be sorted into a house, student or not, and you will have the opportunity to win and lose house points. Even non students can effect house points by winning games and contests, or they can lose points by breaking the site rules. Last but not least, you can even create your character's own home outside of Hogwarts! So come and check out my site if you're interested and please consider joining. I think it could be a great site once we get some members!
Plot:We started out with something really simple. Since Voldemort and Dumbledore have both died, many people are starting to form opinions on which side they're on. Given that lots of stuff was said about Dumbledore, that he may not have been as good as everyone thought, many arguments are starting to occur about the two. Some people are still supporters of Voldemort, believing that he shouldn't of died, others are still faithful to Dumbledore. Even the students are starting to get into this.
More stuff is happening now, however. A group of students have recently discovered a book in the library, published only a month ago. It says that past Death Eaters have been spotted in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts! The students decide they can't tell the teachers, but they need to form a group to learn some spells, so they're protected, much like the DA when Harry was in school.
Since then we now have three villains on the site: Maria Lopez, Azure Chancy, and Anton Marx. None of these are former death eaters, but villains who have joined the ranks of the Former Death Eaters in the forest. Anton Marx is actually the leader of this group of villains, and he's pretty evil. We'll see what happens next, and what they decide to do!
Signature techniques- Gravis: (From a standing position, or in air) A backwards, overhead moonsault strike, utilising Arans' heavy legs to strike downward in a wide arc. Relatively fast for such a hard hitting move, Aran likes to be blunt with his stylish sense of heavy handed combat. Quick startup/High recovery/Heavy damage.
Gravis Spectacular: (Super/Desperation) A combination of Gravis attacks, which should knock the opponent away, followed by a dashing boomerang kick to the head. V.Quick startup/High recovery/V.High damage.
Point of origin: London, England, the Crow and Cradle inn.
Biography: Aran is a young contender in the world warrior tournament. Whilst his style is unrefined, his passion for the fight lead him to win more matches than he perhaps should, exhibiting boundless energy as he strikes with wide, fierce, but precise blows. Not an overly powerful fighter, Aran attempts to make up for his lack of raw physical might by literally throwing himself into almost every attack. This can leave him in some very bad positions, but the payoff is that he can sometimes end a fight in moments.
His aim is to one day meet Sagat for a match. So far, he has not progressed far enough to garner the Kings' attention.
Height:5.87 ft. Weight:158 ib. Picture: Signature Techniques: Ice Blast, it works kinda like an "Ice Hadouken" Point Of Origin: Los Angeles
Biography: Ryashon is the son of a chinese woman with an american FBI detective. Ryashon grew up learning the art of Wu Shu from his grandphather, Wu Fei, and being Ryashon his grandson, he was sometimes hard on him, and expected a lot from him. But Ryashon was talented. his mother was a cientist, and her speciality was the study of the mystic energy Chi, and she was very wise about this subject. His father lived in the USA and Ryashon used to visit him once in a year. he had to stay most of the time on China because of his training and school stuff. Ryashon always wanted to follow his father's steps and become a police agent, and little after he finished his Wu Shu training, and learned the Ice Blast from his grandpa and master, his mother suddenly "vanished". Everyone suspected she was kidnapped. Ryashon then traveled to Los Angeles to study rights and laws on the university, and to try and work with his father on the case of his mother kidpnapping. He soon found out that his skills on Wu Shu, and his ability to channel his Chi to turn air into ice would help him on the Street fighter circuit, and therefore to find out more about the underworld and crime organizations. He has a strong sense of justice, and will not measure efforts to find his mother at all costs. He doesn't work officially for the police, but he helps his father in the street fighter circuit.
zhengjieAxeDee « Result #7 on Jun 21, 2009, 8:07am »
Axe Dee 14142 (Keep our time line in mind) Male: Singaporean
1m24cm 59kg Picture:
Axe+D=XD (Depending on how old your character is, you usually start with one, but learn more as you progress)
Asia (This is the location which your character begins their journey in)
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Name: Zane Tika Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: African
Height: 5,10 Weight: 120 Picture:Nothing
Signature Techniques: Guarno:Bring someone in the air, and spirally grab him and bring him to the ground.
Tanko:Strike rapidly at a person with legs and fists, then send a strong blast of energy.
Point Of Origin: Unknown
Biography:When Zane was born he was unloved by his whole family.While growing up he was getting hurt and teased by his siblings. At the age of 14 he was seriously injured by his brother, Cratos. Once he had gotten out of the hospital he had a berserk with an energy blast. He had killed his whole family out of hatred. By the age of 15 Zane was a fugitive. He had realized his power, and had become stronger every day with no trainer. Now he fights the world to take his hatred out. He plans to rule the world by fighting everyone in his path.
Signature Techniques: Bass Blast: Plays a quick bass riff that shoots out a wave of sonic energy
Point Of Origin: Leeds, England
Biography: Born and raised in Leeds, Simon was a naturally gifted and brilliant young child. Unfortunately, he was made a target and constantly bullied because of his intelligence. He would come home with bruised and bloodied every day. His father urged him to fight back, but Simon just couldn’t bring himself to. He believed that if society was to become a better place, he would have to show compassion and pacifism to work towards that goal. He couldn’t bring more violence to the world. The beatings grew worse and worse. But on a seemingly typical day, when being picked on by a group of three other boys, something happened to Simon. He stopped caring. He didn’t care what happened to these boys, or anyone else. He no longer cared about society or the world. He only cared about himself. He was the only person who was at all worthwhile. Everyone else was simply a waste of his time and space. No one mattered but him. He had been pushed to the edge. He had snapped.
Suddenly, Simon fought back against his aggressors. All the pent up rage and anger he had been harboring all these years was unleashed. By the end of the day, the boys were broken and beaten, with one even having to be hospitalized. Simon was twelve. After that, Simon didn’t take shit from anybody. Anyone who so much as tried to talk to him would be beaten senseless, including his teachers. He was arrested several times for assault over the years but it didn’t seem to change anything. Soon people got wise and simply avoided him, too scared to even make eye contact. Even his parents became fearful of him. Simon never laid a hand on either of them though. He simply ignored them, as if they weren’t there at all. One day, while Simon was walking home, a man carrying a large case in his hands accidently bumped into him. Immediately, Simon turned on the man, hitting him square in the jaw. The man proceeded to set down his case and wiped the blood off his chin… and stood there. Just stood there. Simon hit him again and again, each attack growing more fierce. But the man didn’t move or defend himself. He merely stood there as the blows bruised and cut him. Eventually, dusk came. Simon kept on fighting, throwing punch after punch. But the man continued to take the abuse. Simon threw another punch. He was exhausted. He looked at the man’s face masked in blood and bruises. Simon couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He slowly keeled over and darkness overcame him. Simon awoke in a dimly lit room. He was lying on a rather uncomfortable couch. Then he remembered what had happened before he passed out. Tears welled in his eyes. He wasn’t important anymore. If that man could resist him, then he was no longer the center of his own universe. He was nothing. And if he didn’t matter, then nothing did.
The man walked into the room. Simon quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. He sat in a chair across from the couch. There was a long silence. Suddenly Simon spoke. “What’s your name?” Knowing this strangers name was the first thing that Simon had truly cared about in years. “Andrew Knightly. Or just Andy. I prefer Andy”, said the man. Another silence. “Simon. I’m Simon” “Nice to meet you Simon” Again, silence. “…why couldn’t I hurt you?” Simon asked, almost choking on the words. “Oh, you did. Quite a number on my face I might add.” Simon squinted through the darkness. He only now saw that Andy’s face was very swollen and covered in bandages. He appeared in his mid-twenties with a rather gaunt face and short blonde hair. “…sorry”, Simon said quietly. “No you’re not”, replied Andy.
Simon was quiet for a while before speaking again. “Why didn’t you move? Why’d you jus’ stand there?” “I didn’t want to interfere with you”
It was not the answer Simon had expected. But then again he hadn’t really expected any particular answer. “Why did you take me here?” “Couldn’t very well leave you on the street” Now the silence lasted longer than it had before. “What do I do now”, asked Simon, the tears beginning to well up again. “You go with the flow”
Simon sat up. “What are you, a philosopher?” “Nope… I’m a musician. Guitar mostly” He continued. “You go with the flow. Continue on. Move on with your life.” “What life? I don’t have anything. I never did. As a genius I’m scorned. And as a punk I realize I was simply ignored and unimportant… so wha…” He was cut off. “Damn right. You’re unimportant. That’s why you just move along in life. You’re here to observe life, not change it. So you don’t interfere. You just stand and watch” “How am I supposed to do that? You expect me to just accept that I’m a nothing, that if I was gone nothing would change, that life will still go on normally for everyone?” There was a note of anger and frustration in Simon’s voice. Andy stared at him for a bit, then got up and walked out of the room. “Wait here” A few moments later Andy returned. In his hands he held a bass guitar. “Take this” Simon did. “Come back every day after school for lessons” “Wh…” “Now leave”
Simon returned to Andy’s flat for lessons. He was an extremely quick learner. Soon, with Andy’s instruction, Simon had become a skilled and talented player. He had also become much calmer and mellow. Since he had begun to play the bass, he hadn’t raised his fist against a single person. Though he was no longer openly aggressive, Simon did however remain quiet and still kept to himself. But no instead of thoughts of rage and violence in his head he could only focus on creating new basslines and playing techniques.
“You know… you’ve never told me one thing Andy” “What’s that?” “How you withstood my attack without as much as a flinch” Andy smiled. “I was curious when you’d ask” Andy explained to Simon that when you accept that life is unmoving and flowing, then you become the same way. By harnessing that energy you are able to do anything almost. Even form that energy to your will. “Watch”, said Andy, still grinning. Andy stood for a second his eyes shut. He moved his finger over his guitar, strumming out an expertly played riff, smooth and flowing. Suddenly a shockwave of energy shot from the bass, shattering a lamp in the corner. Simon looked on in total shock. It seemed impossible, yet somehow… Alex continued to explain why he had decided to teach Simon the bass. He told him that when you have a focus, a purpose in the vast scheme of life then you can focus your energy into that focal point and carve your own private little niche for your energy, rather than using it to fight against the stream of life. The calm and smooth style of the bass seemed like the perfect counter to Simon’s chaotic and rash attitude. “You try. Take it all and focus it. All of your energy. Feel it and channel it through your body. Go with the flow.” Simon closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt it. All the energy radiating throughout him. He felt it all flowing forth, to the very tips of his fingers. He began to play. *Ba-bum-ba-ba-bum-ba-bum-bum-BUM!* On the last note the energy left Simon’s hands. It flowed along the strings of his bass, gathering in the head of the neck. Then a massive beam of light shot out of it. The ray of energy blasted a hole through the wall. The blinding light was so intense Simon had to look away for fear of going blind. Soon the beam faded, leaving only the craterous opening in the flat’s wall and a deadening silence. Suddenly Simon felt extremely tired. Like he had just had the wind knocked out of him. Andy stood in awe for a moment before letting out a chuckle of laughter. “Well, I think that’s enough for today. You’ve got barely any energy left anyways, you released it all in that blast. I doubt you’ll be able to produce an energy beam of that magnitude for a LONG time. You should go home and rest. But I still expect to see you tomorrow.”
Simon thanked Andy as he always did and closed the door behind him. Andy looked at the gaping hole and thought to himself, “I better teach him how to control his energies better. Don’t want the poor kid to get hurt…”
It was late at night. Andy was still up, playing his guitar. He took a sip from a nearby glass of water. A voice came from behind him. “Hello Mr. Knightly. I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself in through your new… window. I must admit I never thought I’d find someone capable of unleashing such a display of energy like you did this evening. I probably would have never even detected you had you not been so foolish as to use such powerful energy.” Andy sat down his glass. “I didn’t know I was using up so much of my willpower. Least of all that YOU were nearby.” “Well, it isn’t really important anymore, I’ve found you and the past is the past. Now I give you a choice. Either join my organization or die. Choose.” “I shall never interfere with the course of life, and that is precisely what your entire “organization” does. I won’t interfere.” “Very well. I think I may make that even easier for you. You won’t have the chance to interfere if you’re dead. Goodbye, Mr. Knightly.” Andy began to strum a soft melody on his guitar. “Farewell, Mr. Bison”
The following day Simon found Andrew Knightly’s dead body lying on the floor of his flat, surrounded by his blood and shattered guitar. He was gone. The one who had shown him his path… gone. Simon turned away not able to look at the body. What will he do now? Where to go? “Now who do we have here?” Simon wheeled around. Before him stood a man adorned in a red military outfit and purple cape. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am M. Bison.” He motioned at the dead body. “You knew him I assume?” “…did you do this” said Simon. “Yes, I did as a matter of fact. Quite unfortunate. He would have made a useful minion. But I can’t have someone with that kind of power not on my side. Far too risky. Thus my only cho…” He has interrupted by a fist to his face. Simon felt familiar feeling of rage, angst and anger rising in him. And this time he didn’t want it to stop. “Impudent brat!” said the M. Bison. It was only a blur, but it felt like a sledgehammer had nailed Simon square in the chest. He was hurled backwards to the ground gasping in pain. Bison slowly walked up to him. “Hmmmmm… your energy is weak. I was hoping that he had allies with similar strength but you’re just a snot-nosed punk. Not even worth my time. I’ve wasted too much of it here at any rate.” And with that M. Bison disappeared in a flash. Simon pulled himself to his feet clutching his chest. “M. Bison…” Rage continued to course through his veins. “This is my purpose”, he thought. “To take revenge for Andy’s sake. I won’t let him die in vain. Screw harmonizing with life. This man wrecked mine, so now I’m going to end his”
And so Simon set out to kill the man who had killed his only friend and mentor. Feelings of hate and anger filled his being. And he let them stay.
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