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Current what kind of question is that though? xD
7 yrs ago
None of my active characters are incredibly sociable, it makes hangout threads difficult.
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"And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who He was, none could tell, but He was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw Him, yet could not say why. He said He had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that He had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology – and gave exhibitions of power which sent His spectators away speechless, yet which swelled His fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare."



Hello!
I'm actually a returning member from a time long enough ago I can no longer recall my account info. At the time I was apart of many advanced rps ranging from Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Dark, Dragon riding fantasy and whatever else I felt mused enough to dip my fingers into. I started roleplaying consistently 10 years ago, but have been on a couple year hiatus at this point. I've lost most of my writing partners/friends in that regard simply to time.
I'm here to keep my new flame kindled as much as I am to rehone my writing skills and hope to ease back into my advanced lit with casuals for now. Feel free to hit me up as I lurk out of curiosity or with potential roleplays, until then here are some interesting facts about myself!

- You can call me Tep for convenience, Brie (as is my actual NN) any moniker that tickles your fancy really.

- I am 21 and lucky enough to live in a legalized state where I am paving a career in it.

- I've been with the same dude for 7 years now! We use to roleplay together, but he retired a few years ago. We met in Shaiya OS and live together now. :)

- I am a new and obsessed fan with HP Lovecraft and the genre he inspired after his premature departure :'(

- I'm going to have 20 Ferrets one day. Believe it.

- I (lovingly) call my ferret the crawling madness.

- I had 4 pets until recently, two of my oldest passing close together.

- My Ferret is named after Al'Diabalos,The Prime Evil Lord of Terror

- And my rott/shep mix is named after Nasus.

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Scarletta
Dralshy'a

Streets > Main Floor

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"Oya manda!"


Drayshl’a honestly couldn’t decide on who had looked more terrified by the presence of the unassumingly small Mandalorian - the di'kut* now scrambling to the other side of the street to avoid their paths crossing or the unfortunate Hutt she had painstakingly decollated not even 10 hours prior to finding herself loitering before the phosphorescent tavern. The Hunter followed his discomfort with ample amusement, noting the longer she trained her glare on the poor fellow the faster his feet hit the ground.
Di’kutla.*
The entirety of the exchange lasted no longer than a minute before he found the next corner, but she hadn’t needed to probe the aruetiise* to know it felt it had lasted him a lifetime. She sneered. Even without the elements of prestige and secrecy Mandolorian helmets always seemed to afford the warriors as it lay shielded betwixt the side of the her torso and arm, most were still wise enough to give the Bounty Hunter a generous birth.
With the past time walking down another street she lolled her head from side to side, feeling the contents of her Cigarra finally begin to seep in. After a childhood of Slavery, years at the academy and what now already felt like a lifetime of picking up contracts - little could ultimately unwind her muscles, but every blunted edge helped... The hunter mused on how many might've hurled themselves at the Echani Half-Breed for a handout if she hadn’t adorned her traditional Beskar'gam* returning the pre-roll to her lips, noting its sudden reluctance to deliver on the cloying aroma in the sodden weather. The constant drizzle from the sky had been as insistent as Dralshy’a had been on ignoring it running haphazardly through the ivory strands draped across her breastplate but now the Bounty Hunter gawked at the dampened Cigarra as the onset of acrimony seized her chest.
Chakaarycs!* Her conscious growled, they make nothing for themselves but expect others to pave their way! She found the concept as disgusting as Slaves idly remitting their lives waiting to be freed by another.
“Haar'chak!!*”
She snuffed the cigarra out in the torrent below with a bellow, forgetting it to fizzle to its end as quickly as she did the bothersome sentiments trying to burn their way to the forefront of her mind as she straightened. “Pah! I need a Beer,” Drayshl’a huffed out in her last expiring lungful of smoke, but she barely swayed from her position in the drizzle. The ire grasping the womans chest seemed to wash away with the rain and she shivered as the somber nostalgia of Aay'han* crept over her heart to replace it instead. She wouldn't be finding comfort in the dry for a few minutes longer. A sense of sobriety washed over Dralshy’a’s conscious in recognition of the upcoming ritual and she found the names of long lost loved ones and felled comrades already marching across the forefront of her mind listlessly before she could begin reciting. Every day she revisited her most beloved in her mind as she continued to endure, in true Mandolorian fashion.
Gathering the locks of snow from her armor she returned her black and gold helmet unto its proper perch, assuming an attentive position as the memoir began to solemnly loll off the Echani’s lips.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.* O'dain. Zandoran. Runose. Orinth. Val." The drone faded into the hush of the rain and nearly two minutes later ended as abruptly as it began (in true mando fashion) with a final name.
Satisfied the hunter turned her stride towards the entrance of the Tavern, sparing the azure haired Anya stumbling out no more than an menacing acknowledgement from behind the ambiguous visor. If by chance Anya witnessed the personal inspection before she turned her sights to the keep, she may have noted the unmistakable glow of the Dark sides influence in the Mandolorians eyes radiating from inside the helm.
"Ni copaani T'ad Ne'tra buy'ce Gal!"* tearing her disinterested gaze from Anya the words left her mouth before she could fully assess the main floor in its new dappled lighting, demanding two pints of Black Ale in her own Mando’a tongue. She had never needed to translate for a bot before, and hopefully for the keeps sake this wouldn’t be the first.

(edited to make the ending a little more open to interaction.)

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*Terminology*
Dralshy'a - stronger, brighter. Scarletta's Adoptive Mando'a name. (for now)
"Oya manda!" = Expression of Mandalorian solidarity and perpetuity: emotional and assertive.
Aruetiise = Outsiders to Mandos, Foreigners, Traitors
Di'kuts = Idiots
Di'kutla = stupid
Beskar'gam = Armor
Chakaarycs = Lowlives
Haar'chak! = God damn!
Aay'han = Bittersweet perfect moment of mourning and joy in remember loved dead
"Ni copaani T'ad Ne'tra buy'ce Gal." = I want Two pints of Black Ale.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum" = "I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal." Daily remembrance of those passed on followed by repetition of the loved ones' names.
@NalloreI've only read a couple comics unfortunately u.u I've played and have most the games floating around too, I've been intending to buy wars 2 as well but it hasn't happened yet. I know people were unhappy when collection first came out as far as their playlists went but they sorted it out quite a while ago and I loved it until I switched over to 5.
I don't know what is is about halo but it's what got me into the competitive scene in gaming, I looooooove its pvp/Swat especially. It also eased me into the sci-fi genre as a younger kid/teenager which I'm forever grateful for.

I have the statue too lmaooo Besties?
Darguns are life.
Welcome! Maybe we'll find each other in fantasy rps sometime.
Same here, hope you find the muses you're looking for! Welcome back.
@Nallore thanks for the welcome!
I see you're a Halo fan? ;) It's one of my main games xP I've been a small break the last two seasons but I placed plat in swat before quitting. It's one of my favorites and I'm always looking for more to play with :D
Hello!
I'm actually a returning member from a time long enough ago I can no longer recall my account info. At the time I was apart of many advanced rps ranging from Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Dark, Dragon riding fantasy and whatever else I felt mused enough to dip my fingers into. I started roleplaying consistently 10 years ago, but have been on a couple year hiatus at this point. I've lost most of my writing partners/friends in that regard simply to time.
I'm here to keep my new flame kindled as much as I am to rehone my writing skills and hope to ease back into my advanced lit with casuals for now. Feel free to hit me up as I lurk out of curiosity or with potential roleplays, until then here are some interesting facts about myself!

- You can call me Tep for convenience, Brie (as is my actual NN) any moniker that tickles your fancy really.

- I am 21 and lucky enough to live in a legalized state where I am paving a career in it.

- I am a new and obsessed fan with HP Lovecraft and the genre he inspired after his premature departure :'(

- I'm going to have 20 Ferrets one day. Believe it.

- I (lovingly) call my ferret the crawling madness.

- I had 4 pets until recently, two of my oldest passing close together. (My family chih not pictured here.) My Ferret is named after Al'Diabalos,The Prime Evil and my rott/shep mix is named after Nasus, Curator of Sands.
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