The Dark world of Nekos

[Katty]

A man walks down a silver hall. On the sides of the hall are 1 way windows to many rooms. In these rooms are many catgirls. All who were once normal human. But they now serve his purpose. Or will soon enough. Alot of them have yet to be brainwashed. He is soon found by his scientist, or atleast his current one.

(Here is the real role play. It is free to join, just make sure you follow these set up rules:

1) A normal life back story. No warriors or fantasy stuff. Just modern day.
2) Age has to be kept between 15 and 28. Reasons for this will be seen in the roleplay
3) Come up with a back story that would explain why you are now in a white room with no door.

Enjoy. =^-^= )

[Azathoth]

Riley wakes up with a start... he is in a white room with no doors, and a mirror over to the side. The last thing he can remember was pulling an all-nighter to get his research paper done for Mr. Mills, his english professor at the Davillion State College. He looks around, and comes to the conclusion that he must have fallen asleep at the keyboard... and this was just an odd dream.

Riley had been meaning to do this paper for weeks... he wasnt bad at english, far from it. He was a talented writer, and had a grasp on the english language few could boast of at 18. But he was also a procrastinator, and his schoolwork suffered for it. If he only took the time away from his manga, science fiction and fantasy novels, anime, and videogames, he could do so much better. But he finds required work to be incredibly boring. So he ends up turning in hastily completed essays, getting C's and B's where he could have gotten straight A's.

He stands up, if this was a dream, it was an incredibly boring one for him. Usually his dreams are wild and bizzarre, filled with incredible dreamscapes conjured from his active imagination. He thinks about yelling out for someone... but that is silly. In a dream like this it usually dosent matter what the participant does.

((woo hoo! And for those wondering... YES I took the last name of my wierd swordsman from the Dark Castle RP and made it into the name of the university... sue me XD))

[Alissa of Someday]

((Aha! I totally called it!))

People had described Mr. Raven Midoris as arrogant, but he didn't agree. It was common knowledge that the world was full of idiots, and perhaps he wasn't always as patient as he could be, but then, as one of the few truly intelligent people that he knew, it was often very difficult not to lash out now and again when he was barraged with moronic questions.
At the age of 22, Raven had became a fairly sucessful businessman, graduating from a prestigious school, and entering directly into the field.

One day, after a finally closing a big deal, Raven was humming to himself contentadly walking home, imagining the shocked faces of all the buffoons who hadn't recognized his awesome talent when they found that they were scraping out a living while he, Raven was well on his way to becoming wealthy beyond dreams of avarice...

The only thing that could have made the day better, was if he hadn't suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head from adbrubtly being struck from behind with a blunt object and woken up sometime later in an unfamiliar white room. That tended to spoil things.

[Snow Dragon]

"This is far from ideal."

Ray Tamal was 20 years old, thin, and bespectacled, having a tall and lean body without a hint of muscle and relatively long hair tied in a ponytail.
He was also stuck in a white room for reasons that completely escaped him.

It had started out innocently enough; hoping to escape the debt collectors that had finally found out his actual address, Ray had decided to lay low for a while, taking refuge in the garage of one of his "friends" (who were more like people who hadn't learned to hate him yet). Eventually the careful web of lies that had granted him a dramatic enough sob story to live in his "friend's" garage had broken down, and he was thrown out onto the streets.

After that, it was obvious he needed some quick cash. Otherwise, he'd never be able to afford the tools he needed to break into his locked-up apartment and get his stuff out before the repo men came and took it all.

In retrospect, however, he shouldn't have gone with such a sketchy offer. Cash for being an experimental subject? It didn't seem like it would be too hard to cheat the money out of the subjects as they left, if they were dumb enough to sign up for such a thing. He began to reconsider once he realized that the experiments seemed to be taking an awful long time; nobody who entered the dang place ever came out in the whole three hours he had waited for them. In fact, NO ONE came out.
So he figured it must have been a long-term experiment or something. And obviously anybody who'd volunteer for something like that must be nearly as desperate as he was.

So, he'd decided to skip the middleman, and entered to see if he could cheat the center directly out of its cash reward by claiming to be a former experimental subject who was waiting for his check. If not, then hopefully they had some equipment that he could "permanently borrow" that would be useful for prying open a window without causing too much noise.

Ray wasn't sure exactly what sequence of events led him to be led into the white room he was currently in; just that the man who had met him seemed extremely receptive to his lies, even taking into account that Ray was a SPECTACULAR liar. He had been told that all they had to do was check on his vitals, and he'd get his check.
After being in the supposed "Waiting room" for five more hours, he was beginning to suspect that something was amiss... or that the man went on break.

"Half an hour more. Then I'm outta here for real."

[Kether]

Jack Olav, was many things but probably the most defining part of him was his laziness. As a child his teachers were quite assured that he'd be great, become a scientist or doctor. Of course those things required work, and while he could to an extent in the end work he didn't like he just couldn't do.

That's why at 28 he was at a do nothing job in The Department of Education. To him this was heaven a job that essentially let him sit around all day and play games, or read what he cared about... of course occasionally he had to research real things but that was done so quickly as to barely be noticed..


As he was leaving work late one day, he always stayed late since it didn't really matter much and ironically it was why his supervisors always wrote he was a "hard worker" he unfortunately missed the subway forcing him to wait another half hour. He headed to the top of the station to see if maybe one of the buses was around vaguely remembering they pulled out afew minutes after the train. No such luck.


While he stands outside looking around a car drove past the station, a woman sticks her head out of the car and asks, "miss the bus?"

Jack nods

The woman opens up the passenger's door, "get in I can drive you at least ot the next station"

"Alright,"He responds heading over. He's not exactly attractive or particularly repulsive, he's abit over weight, and but decently tall so generally he accepts this is one of those rare acts of charity in the modern age.


That false assumption would lead him into the car where the woman just so happens to inject him.... sometime later he wakes up in the Room.

[Stellar]

A man at age 27 wakes up in the corner of a white room. Why is he just a man? Because no one bothered to ask his name. In fact he was simply napping on the bench outside this complex when he was suddenly awoken by two creepy men in lab coats then knocked back into an unconscious state.

"AH! My head!" he grabs at the mentioned cranium as he stands up, "Hey! Why not fight fair next time you freaks!" He shouts in no particular direction, since the only sence of direction he gets from the room is... a mirror. He chuckles to himself as he moves near the mirror and shakes his head, "This is like... horror type stuff... Cause I know I couldn't be thrown in a mental assylum for sleeping on a bench." With an aggrivated sign he taps on the glass with the idea it might be like an interrogation room of sorts with one way glass. For now he keeps that all in speculation and sits on the floor beneath the mirror, awaiting... anything to happem.

[Katty]

OOC: I am waiting on Guendolen. She is going to help me run this rp, and she is the scientist I talked about in the first post. So just be calm and I will move this rp on soon enough. =^-^=

[Sasha]

Kevin Sits up rubbing his head and looks around the room. " Oh boy thats the last time I drink my self to sleep." He leans on the wall. Kevin stands about 6'4 and 190 pounds with short brown hair and brown eyes. He looks around the room." Ether I'm dreaming or I'm in the crazy house." he mumbles to himself.

[Sam]

15 year old Arthur Willingburg had just woken up. He had been living with his grandparents for a while and they had told that his real parents had dissapeared years ago.

He began reasearching where they were last and discovered that they were taken away by a man who was said to have lived in a house that was a center of expirimentation.

He went home and played his favorite game siren because it was about a group of people banding together to survive after a brainwashing siren had turned their friends and family into zombies.

The next day when he walked outside, some man came behind him and knocked him out. He had now just woken up and is wondering where he is

[AshK]

(OOC: Okay here is my character:

Name: Steven T. J. Stanton

Age: 19

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 210

Gender: Male

Occupation: Kitchen Helper. Also currently attending the local community College and majoring in Web Design. He is also a First Degree Black Belt in Okinawan Karate.

Bio: He had recently moved out of his parents' house into the Student Housing at the Local Community College. One night while he was sleeping in his Dorm, he somehow was taken from his bed and ended up in a strange white room. He would be missing quite a bit of work. He would also miss a lot of Karate as well. (How's this for one?))

IC:

*19 Year old Steven T. J. Stanton woke up in a strange white room.*

"Whoa what is this place? How did I get here? Where did that mirror come from?" Steven asked as he looked around the strange room eyes resting on the mirror.

[Shadowmaster]

Joe Mills sat up. He looked around and noticed he was in a white room. What in the world? How'd I get here? Hold on...yesterday, I went and picked up some stuff at the store. Then, I went out with my friends. We were out late, and I was on my way home when I got hit from behind, and now...here I am

[AshK]

*Steven continues to look around the strange white room.*

"Um is there anything to eat or drink here?" Steven asked still surveying the Room.

(OOC: Good Night everyone.)

[Sam]

*Arthur begins walking around the room he is in*

Hello, is there anyone here?

[Azathoth]

Riley sits quietly on the floor. So far this dream has been extremely boring. As he sits down, he feels his Gameboy Advance SP in his jeans pocket, which he had left there while working on his paper.

"Awesome... this will be fun at least until the wall melts and some tentacled thing comes at me... since this is my dream and all."

He takes out the Gameboy and starts playing Pokemon Leafgreen. He smirks as he begins crushing the Elite Four.

"Heh... who says you need to evolve dragonair? It looks way too awesome as it is, and dragonite looks like puff the freaking magic dragon."

He grins as his dragonair, which is holding an everstone, thunderbolts Lance's gyrados.

[AshK]

I'm still hungry and thirsty, but I will wait. I know what I'll do. I will play some Pearl Version." Steven says as he takes out his DS and begins to level up his Pokemon so he can beat Cynthia the Champion and Elite for of the Sinnoh League. That way he can transfer his Legendary birds to Pal Park and capture them.

"I guess I can wait for a drink and something to eat." Steven said as he begun to play his Pearl Version.