Test RP: Birth of a Star

[Erya Singer]

Name: [Insert Here] - Birth of a Star

Participants: [Insert Here] - Three (3) Fullbringers

Location: [Insert Here] - Karakura Town, Market District, Japan

Difficulty Level: [Insert Here] - Easy-Extreme

Setting: [Insert Here] NDE/OOC

Plotline: [Insert Here] - Its a normal, average, everyday sort of an afternoon in Karakura town. The hollows attacks have been at a minimum, and even ordinary crimes have been at an all time low. Coincidentally, a local superstar, Atake Nohomoshi, is putting on a concert today. All of Karakura town showed up. It made record sales. However, it was not to end well, for unbeknownst to her, and everyone else, a sinister plot was revealed. Halfway through the concert, a pervasive smoke invaded the area, knocking out all those in the area. When they woke, Atake was gone, and the stage destroyed. A single letter was in its place: an 'A', written in red chalk.

Afterwards, the town rioted at the loss of there local hero. The RPC attendants must find Atake, defeat the criminals, and stop the riot. However, be warned: Not all is as it seems. Traces of mutilated and twisted reiatsu was found at the scene of the crime, leading through town to the suburbs.

Estimated Enemy Strength: 7-1

Estimated Time Until Completion: Unknown

Starts: [Insert Here] - Upon First Post

Special Conditions: All characters will be Class 1, with Maxed-Out stats, techniques, and abilities. Upon first post, stats and abilities must be posted. When a power or custom ability is used, it must be explained, along with strengths and drawbacks, in an OOC Post. RPC's are allowed three items. Only one may have powers. Potions or the sort do not count. Rules may be added or changed, upon acceptance by participants of the thread.

[Erya Singer]

What should I wear today ... ? The white-haired female pursed her lips, her left hand on her hip, her other holding the door of her immense closet door of her suburban house open. The two story house stood on a perfectly ordinary suburban street, in a perfectly ordinary neighborhood, housed a most extraordinary girl. Suddenly, a squeal broke the monotony of the morning. I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS! OMG! EEEEK! She slammed the closet door shut and held out her catch: an incredibly short silk blue skirt, and a tight silk belly shirt. Both had green glitter through it, and dark green frills fringing the open areas, e.g. the sleeves and the bottom of the piece of clothing. She giggled happily. This is perfect! I wonder if Atake will notice me ... She cocked her head, considering. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers. I got it! She pulled out of the pocket of her short shorts a black mask. She then wrapped this mask around her neck. She clapped happily. Putting her chosen clothes on over her tube top and short shorts, she ran to the bathroom to prepare.

---Four Hours Later---

OH, COME ON!? WILL YOU ALL HURRY UP?! She threw her arms down by her side and stamped her foot. She hated waiting, and waiting in a line behind a smelly fat guy was even worse. Of course, it WAS an Atake Concert ... so it was worth it. Still, she couldn't repress the occasional annoyed grumble. Fuck! Her voice carried over the crowd, sounding rather odd coming from her feminine voice. Fuck it ... I'm not waiting in line. -wip

[Takeo Arashi]

Takeo slummed about his loft apartment, peering down through the large window. His room was located on the top floor in a rather expensive looking complex. Takeo was lazy this morning, moving about in a sluggish fashion. He was to attend a concert later in the day, but all he wanted to do now was sleep again. He figured waking up this early was only suppose to happen on days he needed to attend class, but he had no classes today. He'd simply awoke at this time due to a rather patterned sleep schedule. He would usually stay up until midnight, unless of course there was a party that night, and wake up around seven.

But he now had several hours to kill before the concert. Oh well, might as well get ready for the day since it was, sadly, here. After sliding across the soft carpeted floor, away from the window and back to his bedroom, he slid open a closet door that stood nearly two feet higher than he did. Though for being such a large wardrobe, it was rather bland. The majority of the closet consisted of black t-shirts, all with the same appearance, and black or blue jeans. Of course there were several pairs of shoes, jackets, and other... more stylish items, but today Takeo felt was nothing to really dress up for.

He slid his hand between several of the black shirts, pulling one from it's hanger and threw it on the bed behind him. He pushed the remaining shirts aside, removing the gap from the shirt he'd just taken, and pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans. Before closing the large mirrored door he yanked out the final piece of his garb for the day; a black leather jacket. He slipped out of his bland red shorts and traded them for the dark jeans. The were an extremely snug fit, compressing against his lower body. From there he pulled the black shirt over his shoulders and across his body, finally revealing the entire image. On the front the words "Fear the Reaper" stood out in bold, jagged letters.

Takeo moved from his bedroom to the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out a box of leftover ramen from the night before. He slithered to the living room, turned on the large flat screen and plopped down on the jet black leather sofa. It wasn't long before the ramen was gone Takeo had managed to pass out again.

-Several Hours Later-

Takeo awoke from his sleep, stretched his arms across the leather couch and clicked the center button on his T.V. remote. He was startled to find that the concert was less than an hour away. He jumped up, grabbed the leather jacket, slipped on a pair of black shoes, and ran out the door. Takeo lived only a few minutes from the location of the concert so he simply walked there from his apartment. He'd of course already gotten his ticket several weeks in advance, so there was no need to wait in line. Which was probably a good thing he noticed after scanning the lines, one of which contained a rather fat man, behind him, a small female.

In fact, Takeo noticed the female first, he was drawn to her, his senses picked up on it instantly. Fullbring. He could almost smell her aura, but it didn't matter, so long as she wasn't here to cause trouble, which judging by her most impatient gesture, she was just another woman waiting in line to enjoy the show. Luckily, Takeo slipped through another set of doors. He entered the large building, peered across the massive crowd and decided to wait. He had no need to jump into a seat, he'd already purchased front row seating, or rather standing. And if some jerk-off decided to take his stop.... well there would indeed be hell to pay.

[WiP]