Post by Deviette on Aug 18, 2005 14:58:10 GMT -6
Nobody except themselves knew of the Trigi, they were a secret clan of eleven like people with technology way above the rest of the world. They had used this to clock themselves on an island in an area in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The world around them were in about the stages of the middle ages after a huge time bleep, and the earth’s lifestyle and development being resorted back to how it as at the beginning of time, except for the Trigi who had developed a stopping system for this. Unfortunately for the Trigi, somebody found out about them and sent wave after wave tiring to destroy the race of ‘Warlocks and Witches’.
Even though they were hugely advanced, numbers overcame them and they’re whole race was destroyed. The people of the Earth destroyed all of the Trigi’s weapons and technology. Or so they thought. One mother had saved her 7 year old son; he had a toy boat just the right size for him to fit in with some space left. The mother used the boat for him; she put essences of the technology into his boat and filled the rest of the spare space with food. She sent him off in the boat telling him to keep his culture alive.
Years later the boy grew up in the world around him, he made friends and had a job making custom swords. One day he said to his friend: “I need to tell you something.” He explained all of this but his friends didn’t believe him so he decided to go and show them himself.
You are his friends.
This is a role-play about they’re journey.
Ok this is a very odd RP that I just made up ^_^ I will play the boy, under Talis. And this will be the, as it were, admin account ((Godmod! Jokes)). Sword times please, and no magic ((Might change that later, you may gain some)).
Character Profile:
Name of Character: ((Explains itself))
Age:
Gender: ((Male/Female))
Weapon: ((Swords and such))
Appearance: ((What they looks like))
Personality: ((What they are like as a person))
Background:
Extra: ((Anything I’ve missed))
Even though they were hugely advanced, numbers overcame them and they’re whole race was destroyed. The people of the Earth destroyed all of the Trigi’s weapons and technology. Or so they thought. One mother had saved her 7 year old son; he had a toy boat just the right size for him to fit in with some space left. The mother used the boat for him; she put essences of the technology into his boat and filled the rest of the spare space with food. She sent him off in the boat telling him to keep his culture alive.
Years later the boy grew up in the world around him, he made friends and had a job making custom swords. One day he said to his friend: “I need to tell you something.” He explained all of this but his friends didn’t believe him so he decided to go and show them himself.
You are his friends.
This is a role-play about they’re journey.
Ok this is a very odd RP that I just made up ^_^ I will play the boy, under Talis. And this will be the, as it were, admin account ((Godmod! Jokes)). Sword times please, and no magic ((Might change that later, you may gain some)).
Character Profile:
Name of Character: ((Explains itself))
Age:
Gender: ((Male/Female))
Weapon: ((Swords and such))
Appearance: ((What they looks like))
Personality: ((What they are like as a person))
Background:
Extra: ((Anything I’ve missed))