This is a revival of the original sandbox made way back when by Joat. This is a casual RP, meaning that anyone, no matter how new or experienced is free to join. Essentially this is to help users to develop their posts and become a better RPer, or for those who don't want to get too committed to an RP, so you can feel free to drop in or out whenever you want. There is no overall plot beyond having adventures or just hanging out with your fellow characters. You can choose to go anywhere you want, or simply stay in the city of Haven. There is no predetermined time period so essentially anything can happen as long as you have your imagination. Don't feel the need to have me spur you on with posts, interact with each other, if I need to step in, then I shall, otherwise, run free!



Now there's only one thing that you must do before you join. You must present a very simple bio.



Yes, that easy. After you post those things, you will be accepted and free to post in the Sandbox.

Accepted Characters

Username: Kiki
Character Name: Dawn
Class: Eternal Guardian of the Sandbox
Appearance: Dawn is 6 feet tall with long blonde hair and amber eyes, that occasionally shift in colour due to her emotions or on a whim. She has a regal appearance, and normally wears a long white sleeveless gown that sweeps the ground, however it never gets dirty. She also takes the form of a dove, a white dragon, or a white panther.

Username: Nextoy
Character Name: Nextoy
Class: Fighter
Appearance: Nextoy has rather unkept hair that go down to his ears on the sides and down the middle of his neck on the back, which is usually kept together by a blue bandana with red swirl-like patterns on it. His build is rather average, obvious that he gets a lot of physical activity but doesn't actively work on his shape, although he does have a near-permanant tan from being in the sun most his life. He wears a tan tunic with a light blue vest over it and sleeveless chainmail beneath. He also usually wears what looks like a cross between swimming trunks and baggy cloth shorts over his legs, and either sandles or water shoes on his feet depending on the occasion, neither being with socks. His eyes are a sea blue, and he as a small scar on his cheek that goes from the top row of teeth to the middle of his cheek.

Username: Master Chief
Character name:Victor Zeledon
Class:Thief
Appearance: Victor is a white male standing at 6"3 and weighing in at 215. He has a muscular build and is athletic. Victor has black hair, blood red eyes, a scar on his right eye running up, and his teeth are a little sharp. He is always wearing pants, and a shirt with a black hoodie that he rarely removes. He has a bow with arrows, a sword, and a kukri knife.

Username: Live Grenade
Character Name: Bartha Iskender
Age: 41
Class: Brawler
Appearance: With a tall, stocky frame, Bartha towers over most people. Her nose is somewhat crooked after being broken several times, and her brow is constantly furrowed. Her complexion is typically quite flush, especially when she is intoxicated. Her deep brown eyes are cloudy, and she wears her black hair in a bun on the left side. A few wayward strands fall over her face. Bartha wears black boots, dark green pants with suspenders and a white button up shirt. Depending on the weather, she also sports a large brown overcoat and a matching wide brimmed hat.

Username: Infinity
Character name: Isaac Hiemer
Class: Mage
Apperance: Standing 6'5", Isaac only weighs 145 pounds. This gives him a lanky appearance. This is because he doesn't often train phsyically for fighting as opossed to training with magic. His skin tone is a light tan color, and is overall fair. He has dark brown eyes that rival his thick hair. He often wears black baggy pants, gray sneakers, with a gray T-shirt. He always carries his bow and arrows with him.

Username: Deciton_Reven
Character Name: Molly
Class: Renascence Cascader (Think Vortigant Lightning-Shooting-Teleport Powers)
Appearance: Molly is a stick figure, however in this world like many others she takes on a human form. She is aged to eleven with long, dark, unkept hair pulled into pigtails. One may argue her hair is black, but she would describe it as "so dark brown it merely seems black", and in the proper lighting, faint browns highlight can be made out. Her eyes are a spectacular green, and are lightly set in an adorable, but mischievous face. As for attire, well, its pretty plain. A grey long sleeve shirt, bell-bottom blue jeans, and a brown leather jacket. Her rapier is also always by her side.

Username: Green Mage
Character Name: Silas Noam
Class: Wizard
Appearance: Silias stands at the slightly below average height of 5'8. However, he gives off the impression that he's taller with his inhumanly skinny build and confident presance. His skin is pitch black, and seemingly made of elastic material. His eyes are simply spots of yellow light, although they can change both color and in shape. Similarly, his mouth is just a line, but can change at will. For clothing, he wears a dark red dress coat, which goes down to the back of his knees, brown brown cargo pants, and a pair of black dress shoes. He also carries a compact black wooden wand.

Username: Nextoy
Character Name: Nextoy
Class: Fighter
Appearance: Nextoy has rather unkept hair that go down to his ears on the sides and down the middle of his neck on the back, which is usually kept together by a blue bandana with red swirl-like patterns on it. His build is rather average, obvious that he gets a lot of physical activity but doesn't actively work on his shape, although he does have a near-permanant tan from being in the sun most his life. He wears a tan tunic with a light blue vest over it and sleeveless chainmail beneath. He also usually wears what looks like a cross between swimming trunks and baggy cloth shorts over his legs, and either sandles or water shoes on his feet depending on the occasion, neither being with socks. His eyes are a sea blue, and he as a small scar on his cheek that goes from the top row of teeth to the middle of his cheek.

That's one damn fine map.

Thanks <3 Lotssss oooofff brusheesss

Also, accepted Nextoy! Though btw when I was referring to class I was referring to mage, warrior, etc.

Cool map.

Username:Master Chief
Character name:Victor Zeledon
Class:Thief
Appearance:Victor is a white male standing at 6"3 and weighing in at 215. He has a muscular build and is athletic. Victor has black hair, blood red eyes, a scar on his right eye running up, and his teeth are a little sharp. He is always wearing pants, and a shirt with a black hoodie that he rarely removes. He has a bow with arrows, a sword, and a kukri knife.

Oh, woops. I'll fix real quick. Thought you were talking about something else cause of the profile tutorial that got posted right before this, haha...

Username: Live Grenade
Character Name: Bartha Iskender
Age: 41
Class: Brawler
Appearance: With a tall, stocky frame, Bartha towers over most people. Her nose is somewhat crooked after being broken several times, and her brow is constantly furrowed. Her complexion is typically quite flush, especially when she is intoxicated. Her deep brown eyes are cloudy, and she wears her black hair in a bun on the left side. A few wayward strands fall over her face. Bartha wears black boots, dark green pants with suspenders and a white button up shirt. Depending on the weather, she also sports a large brown overcoat and a matching wide brimmed hat.

OOC: All accepted~

A simple red ribbon floated in the darkness that was the void of the universe, that is, until a woman, young in appearance though through her eyes you could tell that she had lived for many millenniums. The woman's name? Dawn, for she represented the dawning of a new universe with unlimited potential and wonder. She opened her hand and a pair of golden scissor promptly appeared, which she used to cut the ribbon with a simple "snip"

And with that, an entire world came into being, the Sandbox.

"Welcome all to the Sandbox" she exclaimed, her voice reaching out to the very corners of the world.

The woman stirred from her slumber, called to wakefulness as if by a very faint, distant voice. Her mind felt like a blank slate, and she had no recollection of where or who she was. She clumsily stood to her feet and took a look at her surroundings, but was greeted only by blinding white. She was thoroughly perplexed. Suddenly, the woman's shaky legs gave way under her, and she fell on her rear. The simplest of actions seemed difficult and her movements were as clumsy and uncoordinated as those of a newborn child. She couldn't imagine for the life of her what was going on.
Gradually, the woman began to see more clearly. Outlines and shadows slowly came into focus, revealing peaks far in the distance. Everywhere she looked, frost covered the landscape like a freezing blanket of snow and ice. Suddenly aware of the cold, she folded her arms tightly for warmth. On the ground in front of her was an impression in the snow the shape of her body. It was pretty clear that that was where she had been snoozing. Oddly enough, though, she couldn't recall falling asleep in the snow. It was a miracle that she had survived, much less awoken.
Another quick look revealed a very faint trail of footprints leading off in one direction. Hers. They didn't go very far, as the snow had been covering them up behind her. It didn't tell her much, but it at least gave her an idea of where she had been headed. Steeling herself against the chill, she made off in the direction opposite the footprints. It was difficult, of course. Her body was almost entirely numb, which accounted for why standing had been so difficult for her. Even now her movements were wavering and unstable. However, why she couldn't remember anything was a mystery.
The woman took quick, shallow breaths of the crisp, frigid air, and the cold painted her extremities a blush pink. She pulled down her wide-brimmed hat to cover the tips of her ears. Greatly agitated by the chill, the woman withdrew a flask from her coat pocket and prepared to take a hearty swig of what she could only assume was alcohol, but was disappointed to find that it was empty. She returned the flask to her pocket, when suddenly her memories came flooding back to her.
Her name was Bartha Iskender. Born and raised in the Northern tundras, she had always hated the cold. At the age of 25, she had taken over her father's job as the bartender of a quaint little pub on the eastern side. She did her job well, though some would say that she was perhaps too involved. She had seen a good share of bar fights, most of them ending badly for those unfortunate enough get in her way. Many good times were had as well. That pub was her pride and joy, not to mention the only thing keeping her tied down. After it had been burned to the ground in a tragic accident, she had no reason to remain. Alcohol proved to be very flammable, and the dry air in the north did little to discourage a blaze. The accident had been unfortunate, but Bartha had risen from the ashes with renewed resolve and a vision. Now that she was free to move South, she could begin life anew. Perhaps one day, she could own another bar in the midlands, where there was less snow. She dreamed of bringing authentic Northern brewed liquor to the rest of the world, whether they wanted it or not.
That brought her to where she was now, trudging through inches of snow on her way South. It seemed to her that she had had a bit too much to drink and fallen unconscious in the snow. The alcohol explained why her memory had been so foggy. Coherence and coordination regained, Bartha looked off into the distance to see what lay ahead of her. From her perch on the side of the mountain, she could barely make out a large, grassy area on the horizon. Between her and her destination was a thick carpet of coniferous trees. The forest. She was closer to the midlands than she had expected. With any luck, she would arrive within the day. With renewed vigor, Bartha resumed her trek toward the distant grasslands.

At first the man merely saw a blur, a blur that gradually cleared until a clear, beautiful blue sky emerged. The man looked to his surroundings, there was large wood sticks protruding from the ground all around him and they were covered in something green. He suddenly heard a voice that uttered just one word, "trees". Terrified, that man jumped to his feet and became aware of his surroundings, but there was no one nearby. An epiphany struck him and he realized that his own body had created that sound. Confused, he decided to clear his head to decipher what was presently occuring to him. At that moment a wave of thoughts and memories flowed into his head as if they were placed there and it became clear who he was. He was a thief, lost, a man who desired to end his actions but darker urges consistently won out. He looked at a knife he had and noticed the stain, blood. He hoped he had not comitted any atrocities but he could never be sure. He made up his mind and set out, not knowing his heading but seeking to find others.

Those who were born of the sea must return to the sea.

Nextoy was always told this, as his village had a tradition of casting off the dead back into the ocean where all things were born. Such had happened to him, but it seems that instead of going onto the afterlife he had washed up ashore in another world.

Perhaps this is the next world? He thought to himself, looking around at the beach brought before him. It was at the mouth of a river, with a beach house in the distance. Maybe I should go over there to ask whats going on. Someone might know.

As he walked over he noticed it was vacant. Furnished, as well as possibly having food and supplies, but vacant all the same. While it bothered him that his spear didn't carry with him to this world, the sword inside the house would prove useful if he got into a fight.

There was also a backpack. Maybe the Gods gave me these supplies for this world? He asked in his head, packing what he can before heading back towards the river. Well I should find people none the same. He decided, following the river up stream to see where it would take him.

OOC: Feel free to keep going, just don't double post. I'm watching and will pop in every now and then.

Victor walked through the forest, wary of his surroundings hoping to find something, a town, people or monsters for all he cared. As he walked he saw a deer likely grazing, a smile appeared on his face but it ended when he heard growling. He realized, he's hungry. Deciding not to waste this opportunity for food, he drew an arrow, readied his bow but just before he released, he paused. Victor noticed a sound, a sound much like a consistent roaring. Lowering his bow, he charged covering a large amount of ground in a short moment. To his happiness he stumbled across a river wide and long. "Finally, if I follow this I could find a village, hopefully, ugh I should rest first". Looking around, Victor found the best spot to rest, a tree branch not too far from the ground. He walked up to the tree and swiftly climbed up. He layed down, rested his head on the bark and dozed off.

Bartha trudged endlessly through the repetitive scenery of the forest. Sure, the thick trees blocked the biting northern winds, and the snow was less dense here, but everything looked exactly the same. Even worse, visibility was cut down to a few meters by the trees and the fog. She didn't even have a way to tell whether she was simply going in circles.
After a few hours of dragging herself through the woods, Bartha decided to climb a tree to get a better look around. Finding a suitably sturdy-looking specimen with lots of branches, she started her way up. After nearly five minutes of climbing, she reached the top. Looking around, she saw the frozen tundras far off in the distance. She turned around to find that she was no further than a stone's throw from the end of the tree line. Gee, she sure was glad she had climbed the tree.
A bit flustered, Bartha made her way back down the tree and continued on her way. Soon, she had left the forest and was standing at the edge of a vast expanse of green. The ground gradually faded from a frosty white to a beautiful jade as she made her way further into the grasslands. The cold became less noticeable, and eventually she took off her overcoat and slung it over her shoulder. The air here was warm and heavy. Breath came and went easily, and didn't dry out her mouth. Speaking of which, it had been a while since she'd had anything to drink, and she was becoming rather parched. Still, she pressed further and further inward.
Before long, Bartha came across a river. Without hesitation, she rushed toward it and dipped her head in, gulping as much of water she could. She came up gasping but satisfied, and filled her flask with the stuff for later use. Her thirst quenched for the time being, she began working her way up the river. Her destination was further inland.

Nextoy continues walking along the river, watching the stream as different fish swam by towards the ocean. He stopped by after a while and thrusts his sword in the water, trying to skewer one of them to eat later. He only managed to get one out of a dozen or so tries, but that would be enough for when he got hungry. He crouched down and smashed the pommel of the sword into it's head once to get it to stop squirming before picking it up, smiling to himself over the catch. As he kept walking he saw a rather tall woman walking by the river.

I wonder who that might be? Nextoy thought to himself, jogging closer to her. "Miss!" He called out to her. "Um, Miss! I'm a little lost, mind telling me where I am?" He asked, still approaching at a somewhat swift pace.