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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 5:05 pm
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It is the eighteen hundreds, London.
There is now what some consider to be the greatest orchestra in the world at a concert hall, and they have been touring all over Europe, collecting the elite at playing whatever instrument they play, and the final song of the night is reaching its climax. The music gets louder and louder, and then...
They're gone.
Orchestra, conductor, instruments, and all just disappear. Nobody in the concert hall remembers what happened, or that the orchestra even existed. Same thing outside, in fact, nobody remembers any of these people existing.
But they do.
They've been taken to another plane, a place where music is more than entertainment, it's a form of magic. They don't know why, but here they are, and now they've got to figure out how to survive in this new world. It doesn't help that they all speak different languages, and only the conductor can understand them all. But he can't be everywhere at once, so the few bilingual people have to act as go-between, and even then there are still many people who can't understand each other. But, somehow, they have to unite against the force that has made them change planes, and in the meantime, figure out what the heck they can do with that beyond overstuffed songbook.
Character Skeleton:
They pull the strings: (Gaia username)
But my name is: (Character name)
I'm a: (Female/Male)
I am: (How old are you)
My Weapon: (What instrument do you play, only one)
My Tounge is: (Where you're from, what language you speak. You can't be more than bilingual (that means no more than two languages))
Home is Where the Heart is: (Original Country)
Persona: (Personality)
Bio: (Past events that need to be mentioned)
Hope you can Recognize me in a crowd: (Appearance. Picture or description)
Rules:
1. Follow the Gaia TOS (should go without saying)
2. Romance is expected (and encouraged!) but keep it PG-13 for the sake of the rules.
3. Don't be immature. This should apply to everything, but just don't.
4. If you speak another language, you must type only in that language (use translators, it's what I do for French I can't type myself), but please post what you said in English afterwards, so that even if our characters don't understand, we do.
5. There are Americans in this, feel free to make one, but I will limit the amount of people who speak one language for confusion's sake. (If everybody speaks English then what's the fun?)
6. If you post a character, post in the RP. It's that simple.
7. Oh, don't forget to let us know if you're going to be gone for a while, so we can move along in the plot without worrying if you're going to get pissed or not.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 7:00 pm
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They pull the strings: MercuryMadness36 But my name is: Henry I'm a: Male I am: 23 My Weapon: Piano My Tongue is: German (Will be typed in green)Home is Where the Heart is: Germany Persona: Youngest and most talented in his profession (that he knows of, anyway) Henry is sarcastic and just a little bit arrogant. But he's not cruel or particularly rude. Henry generally gets along with people (or at least tolerates them), but will immediately let it be known if he dislikes someone. Out of habit, his fingers trace over the keys of whatever piece he has recently been practicing. Even if there isn't a piano to play on. Bio: His father is, in fact, not German. But that's of no real consequence because the man left Henry and his mother before he was born. His mother died when he was very young, and Henry was raised in an orphanage until a wealthy family saw his potential as an artist and adopted him. Hope you can Recognize me in a crowd:  (Please disregard the eyes in the picture, for his are dark brown (almost black)) |
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:36 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 8:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 9:39 pm
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Possibly the only thing stranger then randomly getting transported out of the concert hall in the middle of a piece is having the piano you were playing on be transported with you. Or so Henry thought as he looked around at his-their/i]-surroundings. "What the-?" He began, before clamping his mouth shut and rubbing at his eyes.As if he could make the sight go away. But no, when he opened his eyes again, he was still there, in the middle of the fields, instead of back in the concert hall surrounded by the marveled crowd he had been a second ago. He swore, eyes narrowing, as he stood from his seat. Where in god's name were they?!
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Eleanora, herself had nearly fainted. Wouldn't you, if you suddenly found yourself in a strange place surrounded by people who could hardly speak the same language? "Oh no!" She cried out in surprise, when her eyes were fully open. In a ladylike and girlish manner, her hands flew to her mouth and her pretty silver flute fell to her lap.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 10:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 3:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:01 pm
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Eleanora was looking around her in a sort of panicked manner, now clutching her precious flute to her chest. "Can anyone speak Italian?" She attempted to call out, looking around. But, of course, her quiet voice was drowned out by the even louder, more panicked ones of the people around her. "Hello?"
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At the same time, Henry was gathering up his music (because if that got lost, he'd probably go crazy) and moved away from his piano. He didn't know if anyone spoke German. He hadn't heard anyone, so he assumed not. Damn his parents for never paying for French lessons. Henry scowled and looked around, trying to make sense of where he was, and how to shut up the growing hysterics of the people around him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 11:28 pm
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((is it too late to join??))
They pull the strings: Azula Mai 101 But my name is: Anastasia I'm a: Female I am: 17 My Weapon: Harp My Tounge is: English (will be written in orange if thats okay) Home is Where the Heart is: England Persona: She is shy, quiet and isn't very social as she would rather keep to herself. Bio: Even as a young child, she has always been fasinated by music and so when she became entranced by the music of the harp she began immediatly. She has never really been social with those around her and it always seems awkward around her as she never really speaks. Hope you can Recognize me in a crowd: 
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:25 pm
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They pull the strings: ~Masquerade Of The Night~
But my name is: Lipumira Sizer
I'm a: Female (Though everyone thinks she is a male since that is the illusion she created)
I am: 22
My Weapon: Guitar
My Tounge is: English/German
Home is Where the Heart is: Hesse, Germany
Persona: Lipumira is a very fiesty female. She isn't delicate in any way, shape or form. When she is scared, she often acts like a feral animal and can be on the psychotic side at times. She's also known to spit out words in her own tongue while in the middle of a sentance.
Bio: Lipumira grew up as a tomboy in her home of Wiesbaden in the state of Hesse in Germany. She often got in trouble alot as a child, so to channel her feelings into something else, she was given a guitar. She loved it immediately and practiced everyday. When she was old enough, she played for others in the streets until she was accepted into the London Orchestra. Ever since she went to London, Lipumira has dressed and acted like a man so she won't be treated like women normally are. So no one knows that their comrade is actually female. When everyone was wisked away to another dimention Lipumira found herself alone. Even though she never acted like it, she dislikes being alone, but is determined to find the others.
Hope you can Recognize me in a crowd:
 What you see
The REAL Lipumira
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:39 pm
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