яeverse [PG-13] [Accepting; not started.]

[Snitch]

[align=center]Ever looked into a mirror and seen something else there? Something inviting?

The Reversal...

 

Two weeks since Kate White disappeared. News say dead. Police say missing.

We? We're another story.

 

They call us hooligans; we call ourselves Reversers. Some people say we're just a bunch of f**ked up teens from Hogwarts - hah, that's only the start. While Hogwarts is a joke, we're not. We look into mirrors and see no reflections. Only hell.

 

Kate White? The name means nothing to us. Where she went? Now, that's the bit we go after.

 

There's a world inside the mirror, on the other side. Not everybody can step through it, and those who can can't always. There's a specific time when the world itself stops turning - time freezes. 1:04 AM. At this time, most stop, yet some walk. That's us. We push into the mirror, and we step through. In the Reversal. Not quite a mirror of our world, no, if that's what you were thinking. Much worse than that.

 

Anything can happen in the Reversal. It's clearly the mind of something or somethings - ever-expanding, ever-increasing. They take ideas from our world and improve them. And now they've taken a human.

 

What's our job? Getting her back, of course. Once in the Reversal, time plays out the same as do the rules - you can only leave at 1:04 AM. So, twenty-four hours to get in, get the girl, and get out. Our chances are low. Our hopes are high.[/align]

 

[spoiler=Application]Character Name:

Date of Birth, Full:

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality:

Biography:

Noticeable Features:

Worst Nightmare:

Other:

Roleplay Sample:

 

Make each part as long and with as many details as you like; add or remove anything you need or don't need, but be wary that I might not accept you if I don't believe your standards are high enough.

 

As a note: For Roleplay Sample, do not copy and paste something from another roleplay (anyone that has done so will be declined). Your roleplay post will be giving your application to a Reverser; you can choose to describe them or not. Just be wary this may decide your result.

 

 

So, yeah. Rules should be obvious if you know what not to do. >_>

 

My application will come soon, like always.

 

I will be accepting 5-7 max, unless I reserve secret spots for people.

 

So, yeah. There we go.

[Guest Lily]

Character Name: Camilia Darkheart

Date of Birth, Full: Friday 13th June 1993

Gender: Female

Appearance: A rather tall woman with long pitch black hair that usually hides her emerald green eyes. Her ripe red lips usually make people think that she is a rather beautiful specimen of a woman. She usually wears a crimson dress that manages to slither down from her shoulders to her shins, making her body covered in the dress.

Personality: Couldn't care less about other people, she nearly always loses it when someone insults her. Although she seems to be cold and uncaring on first greetings, she slowly opens up to people and trusts them, but not enough to be kind to them. Even when in the face of death, she will remain one of the darker reversers.

Biography: Camilia is one of the darker reversers and never cared that she was also one of the most hated. After discovering her powers at a young age after she got up for a glass of water, she told her parents nearly straight away, but they did not believe her. When Camilia tried to show them, 1:04 am had already passed and her parents saw nothing. After a few months, they sent her away to live with her uncle & aunt after thinking that she was insane. Even though she did hate her parents, she did have a generally good childhood with her aunt & uncle. That was the last time she saw her parents again, as 5 days afterwards her parents were reported missing. Now she is a grown woman, she helps the reversers so that she can prove her sanity. She would like the rest of the reversers to call her "The Darkheart Vampire" because she likes the name.

Noticeable Features: Her eyes have red pupils instead of black.

Worst Nightmare: Meeting her parents again.

Other: Nothing

Roleplay Sample:

 

The room was dimly lit and the dust parted as the female figure stepped inside. 3 people looked up at her as she entered, though not being able to see much as the shadows caused her to be nothing more than a silhouette in there eyes. "Vhy hello gentleman..." The figure spoke, stepping out of the shadows to reveal the long black hair, ripe red lips and emerald eyes of the female in front of the 3. "I am Camilia and this is now my room. You better go now or else I vill kill you..." Camilia warned, now showing her fangs past her ripe red lips. Immediately, the 3 people ran out of the room and Camilia laughed maniacally. "It's good to be cruel..." Camilia said to herself, her ripe red lips curved into a smile as she sat down upon a chair.

[Soul Legacy]

Character Name: Yuri Volte Hyuga

Date of Birth, Full: 26 August 1984

Gender: Male

Appearance:

None of the wings, just the person himself.

 

Personality: Dark, cocky and witty. Does know what hes dealing with but can sometimes easily misjudge and useually takes a second attempt to get things right. But he isn't the man to dissapoint.

 

Biography: Yuri Volte Hyuga was born in Inugami Village, Japan. He is half Japanese half Russian, his mother Anne Hyuga being Russian. His father, Jinpachiro Hyuga (nicknamed Ben) was a general in the Japanese Army but he died in action. Yuri's mother died two years later when Yuri was only 10 protecting him from some street muggers. He was found by a elderly woman who found him with his mothers body. She raised him until he turned 16, when she died of old age. After that Yuri just looked after himself.

 

When he turned 20 his life became tough. He sat there on the street curb with a bottle of brandy that he was given for free from the local off-licence. One day a beautiful woman called Alice Elliot walked past him and stopped. She looked into his eyes and said, "Oh you poor thing, come on..." She then grabbed Yuri's hand and led him to her hotel room in Japan. At first Yuri couldn't beleive it, somebody actually gave a damn and took him into there arms. But after she took him back to her home country America he began to come close to her.

 

She immediatly went out and bought him some new clothes. She fed him and let him sleep in the guest room. Yuri asked if she wanted anything in return, she refused but he promised her that in return that he would protect her. She wasen't the strongest of woman, but she does have a strong will. He went to the local gym every day and began to become a very powerful man. He stayed with Alice for 4 years until that fateful day in October.

 

On October 3rd 2008 Yuri and Alice were doing there normal routine. They were out buying some food and supplies. Yuri had something planned to give Alice once they got home. But once they did get home Alice said that she had to take Yuri somewhere else. She took him to the main city to meet up with some of her friends. But, sadly just like his mother, she was killed by street muggers. They demanded that they give there money but Yuri punched them. One then pulled out a gun and shot at Yuri. But Alice stood infront of him and took the bullet. The muggers ran before Yuri could catch them.

 

With her bleeding to death in his arms and an ambulance on its way, Yuri tried to keep pressure on the bleed and keep her warm at the same time. He then told her there what he had planned. He was going to ask her to marry him. And the even more dramatic thing is, she said yes. She then died in his arms. He had broke his promise, he failed to protect her. He couldn't fight back the tears as he picked her up and carried her lifeless body off. Not caring about what the others around him thought. He took her body to the park that they often walked through on there journeys in the city and sat under the tree, crying with her body.

 

The police found him and asked him to give them the body, but he refused. He finally let her go when he could really cry no more. As the police took her body he gave her a last kiss, which was actually only there first and walked off without doing anymore. The police tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen. Eversince he doesn't really talk about Alice or about his past in general. He just lives his life with the doubt that his life was supposed to be crap. Which it had been so far. All he has from his past is the clothes Alice bought him and her cross.

 

Noticeable Features: His dark, sad red eyes.

 

Worst Nightmare: He dreamed that he was walking through a graveyard. He began to get tierd and weak. He then fell to his knee's and looked up. It had began to rain so he thought he should begin to move. But when he stood up and took a step he fell into a pit. It turned out to be a grave. He felt something underneath him and rolled off it. He then looked back to see something that made the sweat drip out of every pour, Alice's dead body. He then felt dirt being chucked on him. He looked up to see someone shoveling dirt into the grave. As much as he screamed the person wouldn't stop shoveling. He tried to move but he couldn't and eventually got fully covered in dirt.

 

Other: The dream was on the night of Alice's death. Also Yuri and Alice are based of the same game characters from the Shadow Hearts game series.

 

Roleplay Sample: Could you explain in more detail what I have to do here? If its describing Reversers then here it is:

 

 

"Reversers. They call us hooligans or misfits. A bunch of f*cked up teens from Hogwarts. But we just ignore them and even laugh at them if they are juding us with total idiocy. We technically fix stuff in a normal human prospective. But we don't really fix things, we oversee and work with them. We go into the Reversal. The Reversal is the Parallel Universe to this world; except not. It is similar to earth, except that it always expands. It takes are ideas and makes them better. And keep adding on and adding on.

 

They now have finally took a human, Kate White. On earth she is suspected to be dead or just plain missing. But no, only we know the true story; the true face that hides behind the façade. For what reasons they have took her we do not know, but thats not are job. Are job is to get there, grab her and get out again in the space of 24 hours. Why you ask? I'll explain.

 

You see the only way to get into Reversal is enter it at the time when time freezes, 1:04AM. Only we Reversers can move during that time, so thats are time to act. To get to Reversal at 1:04AM you must enter a mirror. Now for you a mirror is nothing more then a reflection of your own image, for us we don't see are image. We see hell, or what we areselves see as hell.

Why are we the ones doing this? Simple, because we see the truth. We breath the very air of life and use it to are abilitys. Servents of god? There is no god, not where we walk.

 

Are life is in are hands everytime we step into the Reversal and out. We are not aliens but we are not quite human either; were Reversers. There are only a certian few of us, because as I said before only a few of us can accept what life truely is. But to be honest life is many things and cannot be sumed up in one word. In Reversal it can; Hell."

 

 

Hope that was good =/

[Enrise]

Character Name: Haemon Dracul

Date of Birth, Full: February, Friday 13th, 1987

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Somewhat tall, Haemon has been the tallest of everyone he knows, for years. His silky smooth and shiny black hair is tied back so his hair doesn't get in the way of his eyes. His eyes are naturally silver color, even though some think they are contacts even after he tells them. Somewhat muscular, he tends to wear clothes that aren't really tight, but are somewhat tight, which usually shows his supposed, "sexiness" off, as told by some people. His skin, is quite pale, and is sometimes ghost white in certain lighting.

Personality:

Usually keeps to himself, but if there are times he talks to others, it's either to stay away from him, or someone else that doesn't like that particular person. He sometimes ignores some people who he doesn't like, or know, or is pissed at.

Biography:

At the age of 6, Haemon started to go through some, "changes", that weren't normal. His skin started to go pale, his senses started to go whack, increases, decreasing. His body would move on it's own, and sometimes, in the dark, he could see the spirits of those that died. At age 15, the changes started to ease down, with his senses going back up, higher than the normal level, his body not acting up, and etc. At age 19, he got into a fight with some adults that were around age 25 or more. He got a scar in the fights, and a gunshot wound in his right hand. The gunshot wound healed remarkably fast. The scar, remained. At age 22, with the changes he had, he became a Reverser, not by choice of course.

Noticeable Features: The scar over his right eye, origin is in the last few sentences in the Bio. His eyes are also quite noticeable, shining brightly in even some of the darkest lighting.

Worst Nightmare:

Haemon's worst nightmare, was the time after he was asleep, he was surrounded by a number of priests, each chanting some spell. When he got up, chains busted from the grounds, and tied him back down. As the priests continued to chant, spears fell from the ceiling, piercing the flesh and bone of Haemon, blood oozing out. Afterwards, each of the priests took a crucifix out, and placed it on Haemon, burning the skin, and imbuing inside. Afterwards, they chanted a sealing spell, forever chaining him to teh ground, with memories of his past life that he didn't wish to remember.

Other: His reasons for helping the Reservers are unknown. He also has a tendency to act sexual towards some he knows can establish a bond.

Roleplay Sample:

Really? You know me too well.

But if I have to, I'll either edit this post, or whatever.

[Soul Legacy]

--- Im sure we'll get accepted guys, we just have to wait...

[Hydra of Ages]

Character Name: Nathan "Narcissus" Tiamet

Date of Birth, Full: May 2nd, 1989

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tallish male, with brown eyes, about 6', with long (quite obviously dyed) bright red hair tied behind his back, reaching down nearly to his waist. He occasionally braids it, and other times just ties it back enough as to not get in his face. His face is slightly gaunt and a little tanned, though he is still quite obviously Caucasian. His eyebrows are smaller than usual and colored charcoal black, in contrast to his bright hair. His nose is pointed and fairly obvious, giving him a slightly disreputable look, and his mouth is usually drawn into a weak smile.

He generally wears a normal black T-shirt, with a small band of red over his right shoulder. He wears tan cloth pants, which provide more mobility than jeans, however also are easier to rip. He wears a necklace with a pewter stylized snake on it, representing his sign on the Chinese Zodiac, which he wears as a good luck charm. He often wears an old, large black leather coat with many pockets, one of which containing an old pocket watch.

Personality: Narcissus has an odd personality, and is frequently sent to several psychiatrists, none of which can identify what is wrong with him. He shows signs of OCD, often redoing things, washing often, and finds it impossible to accept certain things, but at other times is completely content to sit and act lazy, ignoring anything that needs to get done and half-assing it. His temper can be volatile, but he usually bottles it up behind a polite and meek exterior, like he does with most emotions. His nickname is a joke by his "friends"; Narcissus is obsessed with his aesthetic appearance, but is never satisfied with it, leading him to dye his hair, or try several different styles, before more often than not just returning to how he looked before.

Narcissus is often kind to people, but doesn't particularly like to be around them, often finding talking useless and painful noise. He hates being in areas with many people, but also suffers from almost physically painful bouts of loneliness, forcing him to find some sort of medium between the two in most cases.

Biography: Born to a usual family, Narcissus had a usual childhood until he was five, when he was involved in a car accident, in which he was hit by his truck. He was nearly killed in the accident, however he survived, though not without severe brain trauma. He was in a coma for nearly an entire year before he woke up again, his body being affected by the addling of his brain in ways nobody could predict.

His hair turned completely gray and started to fall out. While it eventually grew back, the hair color never returned, forcing him to dye it for most of his life. His muscles seemed to develop at a reduced rate compared to others, forcing him into physical therapy nearly every month in order to ward off atrophy again. His personality changed almost completely, including his tastes and fears, leading his parents to fear he really did die in the accident and this strange person was simply not their child.

It was at this time that he discovered he was a Reverser. He ignored his abilities for the most of his life, never mentioning it to anyone, and keeping it bottled inside. He became nearly depressed, and started eating smaller portions; His parents, having no idea what to do, gradually grew apart from him. His taking of the nickname "Narcissus" was the last straw- the last link that connected him to the Child Nathan, who died in the accident. Though he has friends, he never particularly connects with them, which leads them to usually migrating away from him.

Noticeable Features: A scar on the left side of his head, just behind his ear, from the accident as a child. Though it has mainly healed up, it is still visible. His eyes are usually clouded over and sullen, as if he's lost in a bad memory, the whites of his eyes having a slight bluish tinge.

Worst Nightmare: An anesthesia-induced nightmare that repeated in his mind since childhood, with slight variations in between. He dreams that he is either strapped down, or somehow otherwise is unable to move, while faceless individuals make incisions into him and inject him with syringes of unknown liquid, removing objects from his body and fiddling with his brain.

Other: He is terrified of hospitals, but is almost impossible to scare otherwise. Horror movies never phase him, and he is calm under pressure, generally not worried about things unless his OCD happens to be acting up.

[spoiler=Roleplay Sample]

Mist wafted over the chilled city night, the lights of the day extinguished and only a skeleton crew of inns, shops and restaurants providing the urban atmosphere most expect from the cities at night.

Narcissus breathed the cold air in and out of his lungs, enjoying the slight scent of frost, the very slight pungent scent of decaying leaves, the remains of exhaust fumes from the day of automobiles racing along the city's many roads, and relaxed against a wall.

 

The few people on the side walk avoided him, like he were some sort of gangster or night prowler. While he wouldn't have hurt anyone, the work "Night prowler" did fit him; One who lurks in the night, shies away from the day. One who likes a shroud about them at all times. One who wishes not to be seen, but not to be recluse.

 

That was like him. He liked watching other people, as long as they didn't watch him. He wanted to be the observer, not the observe-ee.

 

He shuffled his comfortable shoes across the pavement. They were a cross between boots and running shoes, designed both to be able to hike, and to run. His hair was tied and braided behind his back, so it wouldn't give him difficulty. To onlookers, he looked prepared for a long voyage. They wouldn't be entirely wrong.

 

He looked at his watch. 11:21 PM. One-hundred and three minutes until he left on that voyage. Until everything changed.

 

Until he was...reversed.

 

He chuckled a little morbidly under his breath, kicking a small little bit of paper refuse from out of the alleyway onto the street. He wasn't sure why he was excited, but he was. This was going to be fun. He felt like he had been waiting for this day.

 

And he was going to milk it for all it was worth.

 

 

[shadowferret]

I like your RP's, Snitch. They're never not interesting.

 

Character Name: Liam Oros

 

Date of Birth, Full: February 29th, 1992

 

Gender: Male

 

Appearance: A boy with short, brunette hair who looks as young as a 15 year old. His contacts make his brown eyes actually look green, and you can only see their true colour when he wears his black, square glasses. He's rather short, being only 5'6", and is pretty thin. His pale skin seems to defy his Latino roots, and the small white hairs found on his body only serve to remind him of where he came from. He can usually be seen wearing either a whire dress shirt with white dress pants, a black t-shirt with black jeans, or any mix of the two outfits.

 

Personality: Liam will do just about the opposite of what everyone else around him does. If he was in a room full of people who talk a lot, he'll stay mostly quiet. If he's stuck with a bunch of quiet people, he tends to be quite the chatterbox. His personality varies depending on who he's with, but if he is with others that he's comfortable with, Liam tends to be a little quiet. He will still take part in conversations, but he doesn't speak unless he actually has something meaningful or important to share. Somewhat intelligent, he also gets bored rather quickly, and has an odd habit of acting like a cat at times, i.e. batting at tassles or strings, sniffing everything in sight, and the odd obsession with milk...

 

Biography: Liam started out as a young boy living in Mexico City. His big sister took care of him mostly, because his parents were always out with the gangs making their money to live. Big Sis Vero always made sure he was okay, and had the tendency to protect him if he was in trouble. On his 15th birthday, she took Liam out to a friend's house, only to become the victims of a gang attack. Molotov Cocktails exploded in a cacophony of fire at the house, and instantly all of the wooden planks were set ablaze. Within the hour the house was nothing but ash, and Liam was left standing over the charred remains of what had been his best friend's house. Eventually, the ashes of each and every one of his friends joined the house as the wind blew them away. His sister was no more, and he had no one else left. The people he calld his parents hadn't even noticed that their daughter was gone, either. How could they, never being home? Everything after that day has just become a blank to him, and he really pays no attention to life these days. Lucky are the people who can actually get him to open up, for most of his conversations only consist of things on the surface of his heart.

 

Noticeable Features: Permanent black bags under his eyes mark a past full of sleep deprivation. They spread out almost onto his cheeks, and at the base of his eyes they are nearly pitch-black.

 

Worst Nightmare: The streets of Mexico City are dusty, indeed. Wind blows across every tree. Dust gets kicked up into Liam's eyes as he runs around the corner. His parents walk slowly behind him, holding pistols in hand. Countless members of the Luchadores De Dinero gang follow behind them, bearing masks of Vero. Suddenly, all of his friends are surrounding him, staring at him with those blank stares. Like dolls, their expressions say nothing. They only sit, seeming to stare at him no matter where he goes. His parents join the circle, followed by his sister, all staring at him. They slowly stand up and walk away, leaving him all alone. He is suddenly sitting in a chair stationed in a dark room, all alone. No matter how much he opens his mouth, no sound escapes. Looking in a mirror, he has no reflection. Looking down at his hands, he realizes they aren't there.

He simply doesn't exist anymore.

Like a hole in the World.

 

Other: Loves horror movies. He also loves flirting with women, and dislikes being physically close to men. Gets claustrophobic around most people, except for the women he flirts with. Also, likes milk... a LOT...

 

Roleplay Sample:

So then... another day in the life. Another day I get to live in this world.

My skin has gotten paler every day. I've lost all of my colour.

At this point, people are gonna think I'm a gringo.

 

My name is Liam. I don't remember when I became a Reverser. All I know is I woke up this morning, and I resumed my identity from the last time I was awake. I don't keep track of the details anymore. What's the point? It's not as if I have anyone to tell. It's not like there's anyone in my life anymore to ask me "How was your day?"

 

My eyes slowly adjusted to the moonlight. The clock at my side read 00:04. Only one hour until the time comes.

 

How do I even remember that? Even though I don't pay attention to the details anymore, I guess some things stay imprinted into my brain. Such as the fact that at 1:04, the mirror opens into that endless world of unrealized ideas and thoughts. I don't quite know how to explain it. To try and explain it to a mere normal human would be unfathomable... at least, for the average mind.

 

I only had one hour to go before it was time. Perhaps... just maybe... this might be a day worth paying attention to.

 

 

OoC: I was rather confused on that last part, so I hope I got it right...

[Zimiri of the Muse]

Character Name: Chaz Saika

Date of Birth, Full:4-11-97

Gender:male

Appearance: (if not wanted i can take out staffs i didnt know if we needed things like those or not)

Personality: He sinks into a bad mood a lot and when he goes into this mode there is no talking to him. He becomes sad, angry, and depressed all at the same time. But when he is in a good mood he is very enjoyable to be around. He is nice friendly and caring in this state, he also puts others before him.

Biography: When he was thirteen his little brother George and him went to the zoo. A lion was angered and had broke out of its cage. The lion had attacked his little brother and he knew George didn't have much time. He looked around and saw a large stick on the ground. He picked it up and hit the lion with it. The lion stopped attacking his brother but launched itself at him. The lion made a huge gash on his chest. just as the lion came back for another strike at Chaz he pushed himself forward. The claw missed its target but clawed his face almost blinding him in his left eye. The lion thought he had won and returned to its smaller prey. Chaz stood back up twisted the stick around and brought it straight down on the lions back killing it. The zoo staff arrived and took him and his brother away to a hospital. Despite his hard work his brother only stayed alive for another 30 minutes. Just before the George died he told his older brother. "Thank you. I know you tried and I love you." Chaz was devastated. He was also very lucky he sustained no heavy damage and his full eyesight returned. It has been 2 years since the accident and Chaz is still depressed about his brothers death. Then that all change the night he became a reverser.

Noticeable Features: A scar on his face and chest

Worst Nightmare: lions

Other:

Roleplay Sample: Chaz stayed up late tonight. He had alot of homework and studying to do since midterms started tomorrow. Chaz always waits till the last minute to do homework, study for tests, do projects, you name it and he does it late. He looks at his clock and it reads 1:03. He gets up and goes to the bathroom for some water. He drinks heavily and on his way out he trips over a stool. He fall and lands right on the door but instead of a loud crash he heard more of a plopping sound as if something had fallen into water.

He picks himself up off the ground and looks around. He sees a rectangle shape the size of his bathroom mirror. He looks through the space and sees his bathroom. He starts to freak out. He screams and shouts for a good 30 seconds. Then he sees the hole is shrinking rapidly. By then the hole is to small for him to fit through and he really starts panicking. He then thinks its only a dream no way could this be happening in real life. So he decides to go along with the dream. He walks for a while and comes to a town. But something doesnt feel right about this town it is to empty. He then notices a wrist watch on him that he doesn't own. That's when he becomes convinced that he is in a dream. After a while of not waking up he starts to panic again. He decides he has had enough of this and runs into a wall in an attempt to wake himself up. He falls backwards and he finally comes to grips with the reality of this situation. He sees two long rods and a strap for your back sitting on the ground a few yards away. He picks them up and puts on the strap. He then puts the poles in the straps in case of anything that might want to harm him in this crazy world. He then starts walking into the unknown.