00 World

[darknesspawn]

Name: does not have to have a last name. Please include Nick-names


Appearance: picture and/or description


Zero Appearance: picture and/or description


Age : must at least be 13, the oldest is 30.


Gender : only male OR female, please no 'mystery' ?? here.


Occupation: student? employee at a shop somewhere? head of a company?


Device ID#: A six digit code that those who run the world call you by.


Demonic Weapon : remember to say if its magical or parasite and give a small description of it to describe how it's used. ( if magical describe what element it uses ; ex: a fan that can 'throw' fireballs ) ( if parasite describes what makes it 'animated' -or if it morphs - remember it cannot morph into 230492834 forms. if its focused on something like a gun changing form it can have only up to 3 forms. if its a scarf that has hands that grow, it can grow to any size then -but has a limit - ) No weapon should be able to summon a monster or etc that will fight for them ( or has a mind of its own ) .


Personality :Remember to include negative as well as positive traits. They are human. Just because they killed someone doesn't mean that they have to be 'unstable, psychotic , very emotional' and etc. They CAN have those moments where they are overwhelmed with remembering their crime, but mostly we want everyone to have relatively normal/diverse personalities and not everyone being the sterotype 'killer' kind.


Zero Form Personality Difference (optional): Yes your character can develop a different personality in their Zero form ( different traits appearing / acting differently while still remaining the same person ) but it is encourage to develop this part via through RPs. It is fine to make some notes down about the difference but overall we would like you to be open about this and rely on character development to shape a personality change if they were to have one in their Zero form versus their normal form. You might want to also add in reasons for why they act differently in their Zero form.


History : MUST include:who they killed / how they killed them / how they covered -escaped after killing / and reasoning to why the committed the murder. Please do not just say 'he hated his father, so he took a knife and stabbed him in the heart one day at dinner time. Murder can have as simple of a reason as that, however we want you to 'explain' more about it and not just sum it up in one or two sentences.


Include their past , (ex: how did they grow up , who is their family, what zone are they from, etc etc ) any important things about their history that affected why the committed the murder, please include ! History should not include into participating in the World yet. It can go up to receiving the device and their eyes changing but not actually participating in a game yet.


min of 60 words. Just to make sure people aren't only writing a few sentences of their history. We do want people to grow as the group goes on but they need to have a back story too that tells us why they are how they are.


Likes & Dislikes :


Other/Etc :

 

[Framelilac]

Name: Abigal (Abi)


Appearance:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_03/image.jpg.222bcbaa9c65c5c2d00f34487465fbf7.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="15296" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_03/image.jpg.222bcbaa9c65c5c2d00f34487465fbf7.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


(She's the girl not the goose)


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Age: 19


Gender: Incase you can't see from above, she's female


Occupation: College student, works part time in a clothes factory.


Device ID: 334374


Demonic Weapon: A silver bracelet that can transform into a knife that she can throw, stab, or pick locks with. The bracelet's weakness is being in the dark and strength is being in the light. It is a parasite weapon. She transforms it by takin off the bracelet and holding it in her hand. Then the bracelet glows white and molds itself into a dagger<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_03/image.jpg.843b6841a0cce710f08071c42feef1ea.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="15297" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_03/image.jpg.843b6841a0cce710f08071c42feef1ea.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


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Personality: Sweet, cute, funny, and


Romantic like most 19 year old girls


Hates drama and just likes to curl up and sleep. Can be a little awkward, and sometimes makes up corny jokes. Is shy when you first meet her and it takes time for her to open up.


Zero Form Personality: Curious, brave, and adventurous. Can be a little too pushy and asks a lot of questions. Always looking for an adventure. She still has her Girly attitude though.


History: Abi grew up in a rich family. She was kinda spoiled, but was never happy. Abi wanted to explore and yearned for her life to become like the life in books. Abi constantly snuck away to explore when she was 11. When Abi was 16, her parents were divorced because her mom constantly was high and smoked a lot after Abi's aunt died of cancer. Abi lived weekdays with her mom and weekends with her dad. Abi's mom's boyfriend had a son the same age as Abi called Clark. They never got along well, and were constantly fighting. One day Clark's dad proposed to Abi's mom. They became engaged, but Clark and Abi hated it. They got into a really hug fight over it, and Clark threatened Abi at the end if the fight and ran away. Clark snuck in a week later with a knife and went to Abi's room to kill her. Abi woke up when Clark crept in and tackled him to the floor making him drop his knife. Abi then strangled him to death, once she realized what she did she burst into tears and ran away. She was then arrested and is now like then other Zeros living in the 00 World and Reality.


Likes: Star gazing, cuddling, star bucks, sleep, and being a normal girl.


Dislikes: Rude people, alchoholic beverages, working constantly, and HATES plain coffee


Other: acts like a normal girl in reality. Is a complete adventurer in 00 World.

 

[darknesspawn]

【 General Information 】


NAME :


Beate DieNullte


D.O.B :


November 25


AGE :


18


GENDER :


Male


HEIGHT :


5’10”


OCCUPATION :


Part-time worker as a faculty assistant at a nursery school


After becoming a Zero, he completely left home and was given a place to stay by a friend he met through his study of the discipline. The rent was free but in exchange, he had to work in the Nursery school his friend was teaching in.


Device ID#


567432


【 Weapon 】


DEMONIC WEAPON :


Parasitic Arm


In Zero form, his arm transforms according to his needs. It has three forms, each with its own uses.


Claw – The claw is the default appearance of his weapon(as seen in the app). He is able to move smoothly and efficiently with it, but could only cover an average amount of damage. It is more defensive than offensive. Rather than blocking, the host can revert the attack, unlike in the two other forms wherein he could only do so in special cases.


Scythe – The second form of the weapon, the scythe is much lighter but more fragile than the other two. It lets the host move and attack in a faster rate but does less damage than the other forms. With the scythe form, it is made possible to cut through air.


Hammerfist – The last form of the weapon, it is far heavier and drags the host’s speed down. It is however highly durable and could sustain attacks unlike the other forms. It strains the host from long jumps and movements but its weight itself covers a high amount of damage.


【 Personality 】


LIKES :


Bikes


Silence


Spicy Food


Video Games


Music


Reading Music Sheets


Rain


Cold


DISLIKES :


Noise and disruption


Crowds


Household chores


Children


Seeing people cry


Independent | Patient | Observant | Attentive | Quiet | Calm| Distrustful | Detached


Beate appears as an indifferent young lad, often striking an intimidating stare as he observes people very carefully. He has very few words even to people he trusts and even more so to strangers. He often keeps things to himself and dislikes useless chatter. Often, he would stay quiet to subjects he is not interested in, or something that does not concern him. However removed he may seem, he listens to everything that is said and will try to draw a conclusion on his own. This does not help his unhealthy suspicion about his surroundings that may sometimes be compared to paranoia. Despite this, he still has a calm demeanor.


Independent and determined, Beate can accomplish things on his own and will do his best in tasks given to him. He is passionate and is absolutely hard-working. He doesn’t want to disappoint his comrades and therefore he is very much attentive to their needs. It is despite the fact he is often seen as not having care about anyone. He is very patient and tries to extend his understanding though it is not always effective as he is often cynical. He remains as a lad who could forgive, but never forget.


【 History 】


The white noise sounded as I stared on the blinking screen. There has not been a sound in the household for a few days now.


The boy sat down by the end of the stairs, staring down at what seemed to be a now empty living room. The laughter echoed in his head as the memories now seemed like a fuzz of black and white noise. The deafening silence was only broken by the soft tapping of footsteps as they came one after another, getting louder and louder. Behind the woman he called mother, her baggage rolled and for each step she made, the boy’s heart seemed to just sink deeper into an abyss of anger, of frustrations and questions: a broken symphony. She stopped in front of the doorway and looked back at him. Her eyes like it never was: they were swollen, and there were trails of tears, but she was still beautiful with her locks draping the sides of her face. “Do you want to come with me?” She traced with her lips but did not utter a single word. He just looked at her and for a moment wanted to run to her but he didn't. He hugged his knees and buried his face in between them. In a few seconds, the only thing he heard was the continuation of the footsteps. He looked up at the man, ‘Father’, he called him, as he slammed the door closed. Since then, he has never looked at the boy with the same care he had back then. The space he once called home became quieter and quieter, and by each day the gap between him and his father became greater.


Only a few moons passing, the quiet nights became filled with a new laughter—it did not come from the young one, but from another woman who seemed much younger than the boy’s mother. In only a few more months passing, he already got used to the new complete ‘family’ his father was introducing him. Though the boy was still as quiet as ever, the woman made an effort to reach a hand to him. He did not ask for any attention but it was given to him without hesitation. He did not dislike it, the new music that was starting as the woman was kind and loved him as if she were her own. She tried her best to be the mother that the boy has been missing… but it was never enough. Sometimes the boy would find himself at the place where he knew he’d find his mother, but in the end he would return home to the empty space he has been living in.


Instead of burying himself in his anger, he disciplined himself by training under a Martial Arts temple and for the first time, he found what he excelled at. For years, that was what kept him and his step-mother applauded his every accomplishment. It was different however for his father who never paid attention to what he does. Sometimes he thought that maybe he’d forgotten his name, or maybe forgotten his existence. He loved his step-mother but couldn’t help but still feel alone in a space with no real family.


Time passed for him, and as a growing boy, he was still as quiet and detached as ever. He completely got used to everyday living with the same two people but it wasn’t until there was another addition to the family, just a few months after his step-mother and his father got married. The child was small and frail and had a weak body. Even as a baby, it was sickly and needed more care than other infants. This kept his step-mother away from him as she became busy taking care of the child. What bothered the boy most was how his father seemed extremely happy and how he praised even the littlest accomplishment of the child. It left the boy with questions and an even greater abyss than what his mother has left him.


The boy found himself one day sitting across the woman he called ‘Mother’. She still had that twinkle in her eyes and she was as beautiful as ever as her locks fall down her shoulders. Though they parted in a bitter manner, their reunion was much happier. She had tears in her eyes like back then, but she was smiling. He felt her strong desire to just go over to him and lock him in her arms… but she didn’t. She sat patiently across him. “Beate,” in a loving manner, she called her son’s name. “How have you been? You’ve grown.” A beautiful smile filled her face and with just that, he felt a little bit better. The years they have not even met each other was made up that day, and all his anger and questions just faded away. She seemed to know more than what he told her. All these time, has she been watching from afar? He did not ask but he knew she never left him… There was only regret that he never had the courage to walk up to her back then. The seldom meetings became more frequent, and ultimately it lead to him watching her from afar. Often he would see her with a young boy, a brother he never met. Though they were different, they had a lot of things in common. “Do you want to meet him?” She asked. A shake of his head and a simple “No,” he answered.


“Then perhaps I could tell him about you?”


He was happy that way—the way his mother comforted him. He enjoyed each second they talked, and he didn’t mind at all how she would tell about his younger brother each time. “Rhymu,” she would always start their small talks with. It was the only source of comfort he had, those meetings.


But those did not last, for every last goodbye he bade her, he welcomed himself to that empty space again. It was always the same sight, a family where he didn’t belong to. The child, though steadily growing up, was as weak as ever and needed all the attention he could get. There were times the child’s parents left him to Beate, and this wasn’t rare at all. He would just stay inside the same room and wait until the child’s parents finally arrive. However, patience didn’t last as long as he wanted to.


For each meeting Beate had with his mother, she grew weaker and weaker, and her voice softer. He always told her to at least take a break from her work but she would always say that his brother would worry, and she needed to work for both of them. Sometimes, he couldn’t stop himself and just drops by her work place to make sure she was doing alright. Mother always wears that beautiful smile… but I knew there was something wrong.


One day, as the child’s parents were away, the child was especially sick and as usual, he just stayed in the same room, waiting patiently. A beep from his mobile alerted him and reading the message, he didn’t have time for any hesitation and stood up. He was just informed that his mother had collapsed. That time, he didn’t know what to think, he couldn’t stay calm and he just ran towards the door… only to be stopped by the small hands of the child. A tight grip by his clothing and the loud crying filled the room. Patience didn’t last as long as he wanted to. He pushed the child away, but he knew he needed his medication that time. Without thinking, he grabbed what medicine that was available and left as soon as the child took it. He didn’t care; he needed to see his mother now. Thoughts filled his mind, but midway to the hospital, he stopped and turned his back. It wasn’t right; a child shouldn’t be left alone like that.


He swallowed his sinking heart as he ran back. To Beate’s surprise, the child lied down, fever rising as heavy breathing came after. He picked the child up, noticing his skin starting to have dark spots. He stared down, his calm demeanor fading as he stood up and ran out, towards the hospital where he was heading to just a little while ago. What did he do wrong, what was happening? Never had he before, but he held the child close to him. Before they arrived at the hospital, most part of the child’s body was covered in dark spots, and he himself couldn’t recognize him.


The young man stared down his mother’s face. He was losing two people right at the moment. He gritted his teeth, held her hand one last time before he went back to the child. There was almost no trace of how he used to be; the people in white all around the child as the frail body started to collapse. He had poisoned him with the wrong medicine.


Time continued to pass as the beat of the child's heart continued to wane and vanish. The empty halls echoed with a couple of footsteps coming closer. Leaning on the wall by the door of the child's room, he couldn't even raise his head up to see the agonized look on his step-mother's face. Much to his detriment, he swallowed his growing guilt and looked at them as they approached. They didn't even see him; they passed him by as they attended to the child with the fainted heartbeat. He had killed his own brother. Just like that as she knelt beside him, the doctor's lips traced the time; tracing the time that his father looked at him and will be the last time that he will. He remembered that he existed--and for that moment, both him and his father had wished he never did exist.


"For the sake of those you've killed, you have to live for them."

 

[Framelilac]

【 General Information 】


NAME :


Beate DieNullte


D.O.B :


November 25


AGE :


18


GENDER :


Male


HEIGHT :


5’10”


OCCUPATION :


Part-time worker as a faculty assistant at a nursery school


After becoming a Zero, he completely left home and was given a place to stay by a friend he met through his study of the discipline. The rent was free but in exchange, he had to work in the Nursery school his friend was teaching in.


Device ID#


567432


【 Weapon 】


DEMONIC WEAPON :


Parasitic Arm


In Zero form, his arm transforms according to his needs. It has three forms, each with its own uses.


Claw – The claw is the default appearance of his weapon(as seen in the app). He is able to move smoothly and efficiently with it, but could only cover an average amount of damage. It is more defensive than offensive. Rather than blocking, the host can revert the attack, unlike in the two other forms wherein he could only do so in special cases.


Scythe – The second form of the weapon, the scythe is much lighter but more fragile than the other two. It lets the host move and attack in a faster rate but does less damage than the other forms. With the scythe form, it is made possible to cut through air.


Hammerfist – The last form of the weapon, it is far heavier and drags the host’s speed down. It is however highly durable and could sustain attacks unlike the other forms. It strains the host from long jumps and movements but its weight itself covers a high amount of damage.


【 Personality 】


LIKES :


Bikes


Silence


Spicy Food


Video Games


Music


Reading Music Sheets


Rain


Cold


DISLIKES :


Noise and disruption


Crowds


Household chores


Children


Seeing people cry


Independent | Patient | Observant | Attentive | Quiet | Calm| Distrustful | Detached


Beate appears as an indifferent young lad, often striking an intimidating stare as he observes people very carefully. He has very few words even to people he trusts and even more so to strangers. He often keeps things to himself and dislikes useless chatter. Often, he would stay quiet to subjects he is not interested in, or something that does not concern him. However removed he may seem, he listens to everything that is said and will try to draw a conclusion on his own. This does not help his unhealthy suspicion about his surroundings that may sometimes be compared to paranoia. Despite this, he still has a calm demeanor.


Independent and determined, Beate can accomplish things on his own and will do his best in tasks given to him. He is passionate and is absolutely hard-working. He doesn’t want to disappoint his comrades and therefore he is very much attentive to their needs. It is despite the fact he is often seen as not having care about anyone. He is very patient and tries to extend his understanding though it is not always effective as he is often cynical. He remains as a lad who could forgive, but never forget.


【 History 】


The white noise sounded as I stared on the blinking screen. There has not been a sound in the household for a few days now.


The boy sat down by the end of the stairs, staring down at what seemed to be a now empty living room. The laughter echoed in his head as the memories now seemed like a fuzz of black and white noise. The deafening silence was only broken by the soft tapping of footsteps as they came one after another, getting louder and louder. Behind the woman he called mother, her baggage rolled and for each step she made, the boy’s heart seemed to just sink deeper into an abyss of anger, of frustrations and questions: a broken symphony. She stopped in front of the doorway and looked back at him. Her eyes like it never was: they were swollen, and there were trails of tears, but she was still beautiful with her locks draping the sides of her face. “Do you want to come with me?” She traced with her lips but did not utter a single word. He just looked at her and for a moment wanted to run to her but he didn't. He hugged his knees and buried his face in between them. In a few seconds, the only thing he heard was the continuation of the footsteps. He looked up at the man, ‘Father’, he called him, as he slammed the door closed. Since then, he has never looked at the boy with the same care he had back then. The space he once called home became quieter and quieter, and by each day the gap between him and his father became greater.


Only a few moons passing, the quiet nights became filled with a new laughter—it did not come from the young one, but from another woman who seemed much younger than the boy’s mother. In only a few more months passing, he already got used to the new complete ‘family’ his father was introducing him. Though the boy was still as quiet as ever, the woman made an effort to reach a hand to him. He did not ask for any attention but it was given to him without hesitation. He did not dislike it, the new music that was starting as the woman was kind and loved him as if she were her own. She tried her best to be the mother that the boy has been missing… but it was never enough. Sometimes the boy would find himself at the place where he knew he’d find his mother, but in the end he would return home to the empty space he has been living in.


Instead of burying himself in his anger, he disciplined himself by training under a Martial Arts temple and for the first time, he found what he excelled at. For years, that was what kept him and his step-mother applauded his every accomplishment. It was different however for his father who never paid attention to what he does. Sometimes he thought that maybe he’d forgotten his name, or maybe forgotten his existence. He loved his step-mother but couldn’t help but still feel alone in a space with no real family.


Time passed for him, and as a growing boy, he was still as quiet and detached as ever. He completely got used to everyday living with the same two people but it wasn’t until there was another addition to the family, just a few months after his step-mother and his father got married. The child was small and frail and had a weak body. Even as a baby, it was sickly and needed more care than other infants. This kept his step-mother away from him as she became busy taking care of the child. What bothered the boy most was how his father seemed extremely happy and how he praised even the littlest accomplishment of the child. It left the boy with questions and an even greater abyss than what his mother has left him.


The boy found himself one day sitting across the woman he called ‘Mother’. She still had that twinkle in her eyes and she was as beautiful as ever as her locks fall down her shoulders. Though they parted in a bitter manner, their reunion was much happier. She had tears in her eyes like back then, but she was smiling. He felt her strong desire to just go over to him and lock him in her arms… but she didn’t. She sat patiently across him. “Beate,” in a loving manner, she called her son’s name. “How have you been? You’ve grown.” A beautiful smile filled her face and with just that, he felt a little bit better. The years they have not even met each other was made up that day, and all his anger and questions just faded away. She seemed to know more than what he told her. All these time, has she been watching from afar? He did not ask but he knew she never left him… There was only regret that he never had the courage to walk up to her back then. The seldom meetings became more frequent, and ultimately it lead to him watching her from afar. Often he would see her with a young boy, a brother he never met. Though they were different, they had a lot of things in common. “Do you want to meet him?” She asked. A shake of his head and a simple “No,” he answered.


“Then perhaps I could tell him about you?”


He was happy that way—the way his mother comforted him. He enjoyed each second they talked, and he didn’t mind at all how she would tell about his younger brother each time. “Rhymu,” she would always start their small talks with. It was the only source of comfort he had, those meetings.


But those did not last, for every last goodbye he bade her, he welcomed himself to that empty space again. It was always the same sight, a family where he didn’t belong to. The child, though steadily growing up, was as weak as ever and needed all the attention he could get. There were times the child’s parents left him to Beate, and this wasn’t rare at all. He would just stay inside the same room and wait until the child’s parents finally arrive. However, patience didn’t last as long as he wanted to.


For each meeting Beate had with his mother, she grew weaker and weaker, and her voice softer. He always told her to at least take a break from her work but she would always say that his brother would worry, and she needed to work for both of them. Sometimes, he couldn’t stop himself and just drops by her work place to make sure she was doing alright. Mother always wears that beautiful smile… but I knew there was something wrong.


One day, as the child’s parents were away, the child was especially sick and as usual, he just stayed in the same room, waiting patiently. A beep from his mobile alerted him and reading the message, he didn’t have time for any hesitation and stood up. He was just informed that his mother had collapsed. That time, he didn’t know what to think, he couldn’t stay calm and he just ran towards the door… only to be stopped by the small hands of the child. A tight grip by his clothing and the loud crying filled the room. Patience didn’t last as long as he wanted to. He pushed the child away, but he knew he needed his medication that time. Without thinking, he grabbed what medicine that was available and left as soon as the child took it. He didn’t care; he needed to see his mother now. Thoughts filled his mind, but midway to the hospital, he stopped and turned his back. It wasn’t right; a child shouldn’t be left alone like that.


He swallowed his sinking heart as he ran back. To Beate’s surprise, the child lied down, fever rising as heavy breathing came after. He picked the child up, noticing his skin starting to have dark spots. He stared down, his calm demeanor fading as he stood up and ran out, towards the hospital where he was heading to just a little while ago. What did he do wrong, what was happening? Never had he before, but he held the child close to him. Before they arrived at the hospital, most part of the child’s body was covered in dark spots, and he himself couldn’t recognize him.


The young man stared down his mother’s face. He was losing two people right at the moment. He gritted his teeth, held her hand one last time before he went back to the child. There was almost no trace of how he used to be; the people in white all around the child as the frail body started to collapse. He had poisoned him with the wrong medicine.


Time continued to pass as the beat of the child's heart continued to wane and vanish. The empty halls echoed with a couple of footsteps coming closer. Leaning on the wall by the door of the child's room, he couldn't even raise his head up to see the agonized look on his step-mother's face. Much to his detriment, he swallowed his growing guilt and looked at them as they approached. They didn't even see him; they passed him by as they attended to the child with the fainted heartbeat. He had killed his own brother. Just like that as she knelt beside him, the doctor's lips traced the time; tracing the time that his father looked at him and will be the last time that he will. He remembered that he existed--and for that moment, both him and his father had wished he never did exist.


"For the sake of those you've killed, you have to live for them."

Woah

 

[Ene Kagerou]

You copied this rp. I hope you know that plagiarism is against the law.