Soliel Posted March 29, 2006 Share Posted March 29, 2006 [color=navy]It was late night at Lake Lawn Cemetery. A student from a local high school was snooping around, trying to prove whether someone really died or if it was just some elaborate hoax. The boy had reason to doubt the mysterious legion that had floated around his school for almost 50 years. This story told of a perfectly healthy, star football player that suddenly dropped dead on the playing field one game, and now his ghost haunted the school, pulling random and mysterious pranks from time to time. Now the student had no trouble believing that this person actually existed; his picture, stats, and a district championship trophy with his name on it, were all displayed in the front lobby of the school. It was whether he was truly dead. ?The administration probably faked his death just to get some free publicity,? he said quietly as he walked along the grassy isles, a shovel slung over his shoulder. ?They were probably as much out for the spotlight half a century ago as they are now.? He stopped in front of a fairly aged, moss-covered grave stone. The stone read: [CENTER]Chad Baker June 5, 1988-March 20, 2005 Our Teddy Bear #66[/CENTER] A picture of a teddy bear was engraved in the stone below the writing. Well, here it is, he thought as he took the shovel off his shoulder. ?I wouldn?t do that if I were you,? a female?s voice echoed from the darkness. ?Wh-who?s there?? the boy asked nervously as he whorled around looking for the source of the voice. A gust of wind blew through the depressing old graveyard. He sighed, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. As he turned back to the grave, the boy toppled over out of shock and fright. Sitting on top of Chad?s headstone was a young woman who didn?t look a day over 25. She was dressed in a pure white, ninja-like outfit, her silky brown hair pulled back into a high pony tail. An intricate gold cross hung from a thin gold chain around her neck. This mysterious woman almost seemed as if she had a spot light shining down upon her, but as far as the boy could see, there were no other lights in the cemetery. ?Wh-wh-who a-are you?? He finally managed to stammer out a question. ?Hm? let?s see,? she put her finger to her chin in thought, then leapt down to face him, placing one hand below the hilt of her katana strapped to her waist. ?I?m just someone who doesn?t want to see the resting place of a kind young man defaced.? She slowly drew her sword. The boy, with a look of both fright and shock, immediately got up and high tailed it out of the grave yard. ?What a baby,? the woman laughed to herself as she sheathed her sword. ?Come on, Ally. You know you?re not supposed to do that.? A large teenage boy, who stood over six feet tall, appeared behind Ally. He was wearing grey slacks and a white football jersey with the number sixty-six printed in maroon lettering. He also seemed to be admitting the same unearthly glow. ?You can?t let yourself be seen by the living unless it?s to protect someone from mortal danger.? ?Well, I?m sorry, but I had to make an exception in this case. He was going to dig up your grave.? Chad sighed, ?I know. Without my grave intact and maintained, I can?t descend from Heaven.? ?Yup! And we can?t have you stuck in Paradise for the rest of eternity. Not when there are still people down here who need your help.? ?But there seems to be lesser need for guardian angels as there used to be.? ?You?re right,? Ally?s smug grin faded to a serious expression, ?We?re down to just reducing petty crimes. There hasn?t been any major conflict in the world in almost 40 years.? ?I guess ?World Peace? has come at last,? Chad added, smiling. Ally just sat down on the cool grass and gazed up at the clear starry night. ?Yeah, but at what price??[/color] [CENTER]* * *[/CENTER] [COLOR=DarkRed][I]The year is 2058. After much reform in the US and world governments, the nations of the World now stand on the verge of real peace. Many believe this is the perfect time to live. However, the balance of Yin and Yang is off. The Light greatly outweighs the Darkness, and this balance must be restored, even if it is by Satan himself?[/I][/COLOR] [CENTER]*~*[/CENTER] [color=green][font=Comic Sans MS]Welcome to my very first RPG, The Guardians? Plight. Today (3/29/06), marks exactly one year since my brother?s friend, Chad Barcia, passed away due to sudden cardiac death. I originally came up with this story as a way to help myself deal with the pain, but eventually came up with the idea to turn it into an RPG. In case you didn?t figure it out, this story takes place about 50 years in the future. There is an Underground thread [URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=52826]here[/URL] that contains much more detailed information, please read it before signing up. Also, just because you sign up, doesn?t mean you?re automatically in, but don?t worry, I?m not too strict, just make sure you at least put some effort into your sign up. If you have any questions regarding the sign up or the story in general, feel free to PM me. Now onto the [U]Sign Up:[/U][/font] [B]Name: Years Lived:[/B] (birth year to death year; being as your character?s grave is what allows them to descend to Earth, their birth year shouldn?t be earlier than 1850). [B]Age at Death:[/B] (just for reference) [B]Personality:[/B] (optional) [B]Location of Origin:[/B] (Country or general region where your character lived) [B]Appearance:[/B] (picture or description) [B]Weapons:[/B] (optional, no more than two, please) [B]Type of spirit:[/B] (Angelic or Demonic, if Angelic, please specify guardian, mercy, or conscience) [B]Life Bio:[/B] (short story of your character?s life) [font=Comic Sans MS]I?ll post my sign up later. Good luck and have fun![/font][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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