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Mimic
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The Table. The Door. The Chair. The Mimic.
STATUS: I am and have been busy, my apologies. 8 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
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- Mimic 8 yrs ago
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I am and have been busy, my apologies.
8 yrs ago
Any fellow delvers around?
Bio
Name: L J R
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Location: UK
Active around 7 to 9 AM and 4 to 11 PM weekdays.
Weekends are mostly free.
Likes:
Intellect.
Food.
Writing.
Long walks on sandy beaches, decorated with the skulls of my enemies, with nothing but the screams of the dying on the breeze.
Crappy jokes.
Dislike:
Morale injustice and things.
Closed opinions.
PM for a chat :)
Do be sure to leave a visitor message on your way out!
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Location: UK
Active around 7 to 9 AM and 4 to 11 PM weekdays.
Weekends are mostly free.
Likes:
Intellect.
Food.
Writing.
Long walks on sandy beaches, decorated with the skulls of my enemies, with nothing but the screams of the dying on the breeze.
Crappy jokes.
Dislike:
Morale injustice and things.
Closed opinions.
PM for a chat :)
Do be sure to leave a visitor message on your way out!
Most Recent Posts
Looking for a partner to RP with along the lines of a fantasy world, with exciting races and deep dungeons etc. Not sure footed for the setting yet, as I think we can work on it together, should a challenger approach.
Male or Female, though as a male myself, I always think there is more to go with in any RP with a mix of gender/race/beliefs. IE a female would be slightly more cool than a male RP pal.
Heads up, I'm not looking for any kind of sexual thing here when I say I'd prefer a female RP partner, just an entirely opposite individual to myself would, I feel, bring something more to the metaphorical role playing table...or is it a mimic?!
Thanks for reading.
Male or Female, though as a male myself, I always think there is more to go with in any RP with a mix of gender/race/beliefs. IE a female would be slightly more cool than a male RP pal.
Heads up, I'm not looking for any kind of sexual thing here when I say I'd prefer a female RP partner, just an entirely opposite individual to myself would, I feel, bring something more to the metaphorical role playing table...or is it a mimic?!
Thanks for reading.
@timelord1101
Honestly, I've not been looking too much - in wait of you or @Dark Light.
EDIT: A lot of conversation, drinks ordered and drank, a few new faces through the door. (As far as I can see)
Honestly, I've not been looking too much - in wait of you or @Dark Light.
EDIT: A lot of conversation, drinks ordered and drank, a few new faces through the door. (As far as I can see)
@Pineappletumble@Alisdragon911
Zyrid gave a humble nod to the abnormally large creature with fey appearance, admiring the twinkle of its wings and the small accumulation of saliva (or its equivalent) dripping from the things mouth as it drunkenly slurred some vowels from its largely uncontrolled lips.
He would take great pleasure in experiencing the merriment of a race he had not yet encountered, rather, in a physical sense. For of course, over Zyrids many years of reading, he had come across countless novels and the odd brochure that detailed the fey and similar fairy-like creatures. However he did recall that the alchol section and its effects on their anatomy was particularly lacking.
Perhaps Zyrid would make notes as he sat with this one, but for now he waited, for he still needed an ingredient from this tavern, be it via the barmaid or the owner...
Himself.
Zyrid felt a sense of masculinity to the energy and being sat alone, an emptiness was present also as they sat there alone, strangely absorbant of the surface buzz around them.
Zyrid waited patiently, as was his way.
Zyrid gave a humble nod to the abnormally large creature with fey appearance, admiring the twinkle of its wings and the small accumulation of saliva (or its equivalent) dripping from the things mouth as it drunkenly slurred some vowels from its largely uncontrolled lips.
He would take great pleasure in experiencing the merriment of a race he had not yet encountered, rather, in a physical sense. For of course, over Zyrids many years of reading, he had come across countless novels and the odd brochure that detailed the fey and similar fairy-like creatures. However he did recall that the alchol section and its effects on their anatomy was particularly lacking.
Perhaps Zyrid would make notes as he sat with this one, but for now he waited, for he still needed an ingredient from this tavern, be it via the barmaid or the owner...
Himself.
Zyrid felt a sense of masculinity to the energy and being sat alone, an emptiness was present also as they sat there alone, strangely absorbant of the surface buzz around them.
Zyrid waited patiently, as was his way.
@Pineappletumble@Alisdragon911
"I have no idea, friend." Zyrid replied, eyeing the wings of the creature he saw previously. The magic that pulsated within them was gentle but wild, untamed but none the less restrained. Though, it seemed their owner was some what of a drunkard.
"Why? Do you need him?" Zyrid could sense this one did not want to be within a galactic zip of the Lycan 'Clay', but he was curious as to the response he would receive. It was always funny to watch the minuscule responses to stress and anxiety in different species.
Looking away from the one sat alongside him, Zyrid tapped on the bar again, right on top of the scratched surfaced and addressed the lady behind the bar as he looked beyond the walls and people to the slight ebbing energy alone by a table.
"Any chance the owner has any Galactic nuisances?"
"I have no idea, friend." Zyrid replied, eyeing the wings of the creature he saw previously. The magic that pulsated within them was gentle but wild, untamed but none the less restrained. Though, it seemed their owner was some what of a drunkard.
"Why? Do you need him?" Zyrid could sense this one did not want to be within a galactic zip of the Lycan 'Clay', but he was curious as to the response he would receive. It was always funny to watch the minuscule responses to stress and anxiety in different species.
Looking away from the one sat alongside him, Zyrid tapped on the bar again, right on top of the scratched surfaced and addressed the lady behind the bar as he looked beyond the walls and people to the slight ebbing energy alone by a table.
"Any chance the owner has any Galactic nuisances?"
@Alisdragon911
Zyrid smiled kindly to the young woman, lifting an eyebrow along with a smirk as he contemplated the beverage he wanted, as some would not be possible in this plane, and others may kill him in human form. There was always the Drunken Drunk Drinker, but Zyrid was always fonder of the Yellow Eyes when he wanted the, what humans call, 'shit face' effect. Perhaps this tavern could assist with his requirements. Or maybe he was being too demanding.
Either way, Zyrid was looking for pleasure not loss of memory and motor functions, so he placed a crystal coin upon the bar top. The coin had materialized in his palm as his eyes flared blue, a magic trick to most, though in truth a genuine way of payment - somewhere in Zyrid's library, a small leather notebook burst into purple flames, though he had already read it, he would morn its loss later. Pushing the coin forward to the girl, he asked in a querying tone.
"Do you happen to store galactic nuisances in this establishment? A sun child will do otherwise."
Zyrid smiled kindly to the young woman, lifting an eyebrow along with a smirk as he contemplated the beverage he wanted, as some would not be possible in this plane, and others may kill him in human form. There was always the Drunken Drunk Drinker, but Zyrid was always fonder of the Yellow Eyes when he wanted the, what humans call, 'shit face' effect. Perhaps this tavern could assist with his requirements. Or maybe he was being too demanding.
Either way, Zyrid was looking for pleasure not loss of memory and motor functions, so he placed a crystal coin upon the bar top. The coin had materialized in his palm as his eyes flared blue, a magic trick to most, though in truth a genuine way of payment - somewhere in Zyrid's library, a small leather notebook burst into purple flames, though he had already read it, he would morn its loss later. Pushing the coin forward to the girl, he asked in a querying tone.
"Do you happen to store galactic nuisances in this establishment? A sun child will do otherwise."
@timelord1101@Alisdragon911 (And any others by the bar)
Zyrid shifted off of the bed, the sheets tugging at his clothes as he did so, curling up into waves along the materials edge. He had felt the motion of existence and life during the few silent minutes, or at least what felt like that long, while sat upon the bed beside the preoccupied mind of the white haired female. It was time for exploration, a small stretch of his muscular material legs for once, perhaps even a drink or twenty.
As Zyrid's weight moved onto the floor boards below him, his shoulders swayed through the air to tilt his neck, a brief smile flying back towards his equally brief carer. He had appreciated her effort to check his health, but it was unnecessary, he was in no real danger from a little inter-dimensional torsion. It's peculiar, the mortal mind and its body that comes with, though he had always prefered it, despite the belly button.
Such thoughts scaled over his mind and into his eyes, so he blinked them away and shook his head as he broke past the door way. Taking the few steps towards the stairs, Zyrid adjusted his silk collar and the leather cuirass over it. Presentable was all that he aimed to be, in both appearance and intellect of course, the later being the primary objective - though it didn't hurt to stimulate the eye. Zyrid took the last step with a small skipped step and strolled slowly over to the bar, waving his hand through the air in one swift and calm motion.
The ring upon his hand surged brightly for a moment, purple sparks cutting through his nails in jagged patterns, one leaping inside the veins of his arms and crackling about his body. His eyes brightened up in their grey blue fashion as the energy dissipated and a lush stool materialized in the place before him by the bar, purple silk decorated its vaguely oval top and a deep grey wood was its foundation.
Throwing his leg around and hopping on top of his favorite bar stool, Zyrid snapped a finger in a playful manner toward the general back-bar area, not lifting his head from a small scratch on the wooden top, the sound fired like a small explosion from his finger tips, echoing slightly across the Taverns bottom floor. He smiled, a glint of light catching his teeth and the white of his eyes as he lifted his head up an inch, rushing his hands against the torrent of hair on his head, pushing it back into its slicked-back place.
"Right here!" He said confidently to the world around him, pressing his index finger down onto the scratch to indicate his position, were it not obvious enough by now. He continued with a tone of one who had just realized the meaning of a statement, or perhaps discovered the humor in a joke "oh, you're going to need something to write this down,".
Zyrid shifted off of the bed, the sheets tugging at his clothes as he did so, curling up into waves along the materials edge. He had felt the motion of existence and life during the few silent minutes, or at least what felt like that long, while sat upon the bed beside the preoccupied mind of the white haired female. It was time for exploration, a small stretch of his muscular material legs for once, perhaps even a drink or twenty.
As Zyrid's weight moved onto the floor boards below him, his shoulders swayed through the air to tilt his neck, a brief smile flying back towards his equally brief carer. He had appreciated her effort to check his health, but it was unnecessary, he was in no real danger from a little inter-dimensional torsion. It's peculiar, the mortal mind and its body that comes with, though he had always prefered it, despite the belly button.
Such thoughts scaled over his mind and into his eyes, so he blinked them away and shook his head as he broke past the door way. Taking the few steps towards the stairs, Zyrid adjusted his silk collar and the leather cuirass over it. Presentable was all that he aimed to be, in both appearance and intellect of course, the later being the primary objective - though it didn't hurt to stimulate the eye. Zyrid took the last step with a small skipped step and strolled slowly over to the bar, waving his hand through the air in one swift and calm motion.
The ring upon his hand surged brightly for a moment, purple sparks cutting through his nails in jagged patterns, one leaping inside the veins of his arms and crackling about his body. His eyes brightened up in their grey blue fashion as the energy dissipated and a lush stool materialized in the place before him by the bar, purple silk decorated its vaguely oval top and a deep grey wood was its foundation.
Throwing his leg around and hopping on top of his favorite bar stool, Zyrid snapped a finger in a playful manner toward the general back-bar area, not lifting his head from a small scratch on the wooden top, the sound fired like a small explosion from his finger tips, echoing slightly across the Taverns bottom floor. He smiled, a glint of light catching his teeth and the white of his eyes as he lifted his head up an inch, rushing his hands against the torrent of hair on his head, pushing it back into its slicked-back place.
"Right here!" He said confidently to the world around him, pressing his index finger down onto the scratch to indicate his position, were it not obvious enough by now. He continued with a tone of one who had just realized the meaning of a statement, or perhaps discovered the humor in a joke "oh, you're going to need something to write this down,".
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