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9 yrs ago
not gonna be around from the 12th to the 17th of august 2017
9 yrs ago
dying under exams so please pardon the lack of posting
10 yrs ago
I'm back and that's that
11 yrs ago
Pulling out from roleplays for a while, hopefully not for too long
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If that's alright.
Hurray :D
Just tell me if there's something that needs changing.
Name: Kole Edmund Coburn
Age: 19
Appearance:
Personality/History: Curiosity at its best. Kole is logical and methodical when it comes to finding something new, running through lists of possibilities before coming a conclusion, and even he will double check it just to be sure. But of course he does have a playful side, otherwise he’d be a boring old man with no reason to be here, and absolutely loves the possibilities of there being other worlds with different rules and people and ideas and just everything!
But of course mainstream media only gave him the same old, same old. With very little choice Kole began to create his own little worlds with his friends working with them to create stories, characters, world and gods, writing or drawing them all down into immortality. But as the years progressed the conversations they had drifted away from the little worlds they had made and left alone forever stuck in a moment. But soon enough a number of searches on the internet during an especially boring day brought Kole to the Guild. While he had had a shaky start he managed to settle quite comfortably in the casual section of the guild, with eyes resting hopefully at the advanced area, Kole happily began his multiple adventures.
He then decided to try dying his hair blue and instantly regretted, but hasn’t gotten around to getting a different colour dye.
Roleplaying Preferences: Sci-fi, fantasy and maybe a smidgen of steampunk.
Other: He has a phone on him but all it shows now is just the word “NO”
Just tell me if there's something that needs changing.
Name: Kole Edmund Coburn
Age: 19
Appearance:
Personality/History: Curiosity at its best. Kole is logical and methodical when it comes to finding something new, running through lists of possibilities before coming a conclusion, and even he will double check it just to be sure. But of course he does have a playful side, otherwise he’d be a boring old man with no reason to be here, and absolutely loves the possibilities of there being other worlds with different rules and people and ideas and just everything!
But of course mainstream media only gave him the same old, same old. With very little choice Kole began to create his own little worlds with his friends working with them to create stories, characters, world and gods, writing or drawing them all down into immortality. But as the years progressed the conversations they had drifted away from the little worlds they had made and left alone forever stuck in a moment. But soon enough a number of searches on the internet during an especially boring day brought Kole to the Guild. While he had had a shaky start he managed to settle quite comfortably in the casual section of the guild, with eyes resting hopefully at the advanced area, Kole happily began his multiple adventures.
He then decided to try dying his hair blue and instantly regretted, but hasn’t gotten around to getting a different colour dye.
Roleplaying Preferences: Sci-fi, fantasy and maybe a smidgen of steampunk.
Other: He has a phone on him but all it shows now is just the word “NO”
This looks really cool. Is there perhaps any room for one more?
Narral eyed the vicious bird whilst she rubbed her scalp. “I hate birds an’ they hate me, so keep that beast away from me and we’ll all be right as rain.” Narral called her reply over the cheers of the others, all the while with a giant grin plastered on her face.
It wasn’t often that some old sod came in waving about a bag of coins offering everyone a round of drinks, and even less often that they were able to uphold their offer. Taking hold of the tankard that had quite politely appeared in front of Narral, she gave Ted a great big grin, she took a swig of the delicious mead savouring its taste. With a deep contented sigh Narral wiped away the dribbles of the drink that had escaped her. Turning to her new friend she had been about to ask if she had any requests, seeing as Nipples had finished to pay attention to his own drink when the place fell silent at the Clerics declaration of that place. Eysein.
“And quite a story it is too.” Narral spoke, spinning around on her stool to face the man with her grin nowhere to be found. “Not many books on the cursed Island, even less refer to it by name.” Looking over the man she couldn’t see any weapons but there was a necklace with the holy symbol of Amtris meaning he was probably a Cleric of some sort. She frowned in thought. “So who’s the poor lot that are going on this adventure of yours then?”
It wasn’t often that some old sod came in waving about a bag of coins offering everyone a round of drinks, and even less often that they were able to uphold their offer. Taking hold of the tankard that had quite politely appeared in front of Narral, she gave Ted a great big grin, she took a swig of the delicious mead savouring its taste. With a deep contented sigh Narral wiped away the dribbles of the drink that had escaped her. Turning to her new friend she had been about to ask if she had any requests, seeing as Nipples had finished to pay attention to his own drink when the place fell silent at the Clerics declaration of that place. Eysein.
“And quite a story it is too.” Narral spoke, spinning around on her stool to face the man with her grin nowhere to be found. “Not many books on the cursed Island, even less refer to it by name.” Looking over the man she couldn’t see any weapons but there was a necklace with the holy symbol of Amtris meaning he was probably a Cleric of some sort. She frowned in thought. “So who’s the poor lot that are going on this adventure of yours then?”
“Davina Flynn.” She replied with a slight nod of her head in the gentleman’s direction, but did not offer her hand to shake mainly because both of hers were filled with files. “I was just dropping off some files on my daily rounds.” She sighed.
Moving the weight of the files onto one arm Davina proceeded to flicker through the tops of them with her other hand. “A job of a staffer is never done. Once you get through one pile of paper work.” Picking out a file she dumped it onto the over flowing in-tray upon the desk with the obligatory heavy thump. “Another pile appears.” She picked up an assortment of completed forms from the desk.
For a moment her eyes glanced over towards the woman behind the gentleman who was now proceeding to declare her willingness to beat up the Vampire contained in the nearby cell. Davina resisted the urge to roll her eyes at how uncouth she was being and instead turned back to the gentleman himself.
“Now then.” She slid the papers into between the files she was still carrying in order to keep them together. “Is there anything I can help you with Mr…” She paused and waited politely for the gentleman to provide his name.
Moving the weight of the files onto one arm Davina proceeded to flicker through the tops of them with her other hand. “A job of a staffer is never done. Once you get through one pile of paper work.” Picking out a file she dumped it onto the over flowing in-tray upon the desk with the obligatory heavy thump. “Another pile appears.” She picked up an assortment of completed forms from the desk.
For a moment her eyes glanced over towards the woman behind the gentleman who was now proceeding to declare her willingness to beat up the Vampire contained in the nearby cell. Davina resisted the urge to roll her eyes at how uncouth she was being and instead turned back to the gentleman himself.
“Now then.” She slid the papers into between the files she was still carrying in order to keep them together. “Is there anything I can help you with Mr…” She paused and waited politely for the gentleman to provide his name.
Sorry, a sudden family outing happened.
I shall put up a post tomorrow.
very much most likely :3
The doors squeaked and clattered behind Davina upon her entry to the ‘Vampire Crimes’ department of the RBUC headquarters. An absolute masterpiece of architectural warfare against Super Natural beings, the stone brick walls laced with garlic and wolfs bane, and even some traces of the more potent but ever more expensive options such as silver and holy water, in such a way that on the surface the bricks would not either beings but if they dug a little deeper. She smiled at the thought of this building’s ability to be used as a stronghold as well as a prison against the Supernatural, she very much liked assets with multiple uses.
Continuing her stroll down the aisles of many desks and mountains of paper Davina looked down at the newly acquired letter in her hand. It was simply addressed by the name of the leader of RBUC and had been handed to her by a rather pasty looking individual as she was about to enter the building stating that it was of the upmost importance. Turning over the envelope she examined the wax seal bearing the Desmodontinae mark, while she didn’t hate Vampires she certainly didn’t find them appealing.
Slipping the letter onto a desk, currently empty apart from a number of files the owner of the desk had left till they next had the strength to confront them, Davina walked a little taller with triumph. She knew that letters from the more prestigious clans were to be handed directly to the leaders of departments but that rarely stopped her from at least trying to postpone the release of a murdering Vampire, if they didn’t like being held captive then they shouldn’t have committed a crime.
Adjusting the other files in her arms Davina rounded a corner and nearly walked into, who would’ve guessed it, the back of James Gunhammer.
“Oh my!” Davina exclaimed keeping a firm grip on the files, she had already made a fool of herself and did not wish to continue. “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
Continuing her stroll down the aisles of many desks and mountains of paper Davina looked down at the newly acquired letter in her hand. It was simply addressed by the name of the leader of RBUC and had been handed to her by a rather pasty looking individual as she was about to enter the building stating that it was of the upmost importance. Turning over the envelope she examined the wax seal bearing the Desmodontinae mark, while she didn’t hate Vampires she certainly didn’t find them appealing.
Slipping the letter onto a desk, currently empty apart from a number of files the owner of the desk had left till they next had the strength to confront them, Davina walked a little taller with triumph. She knew that letters from the more prestigious clans were to be handed directly to the leaders of departments but that rarely stopped her from at least trying to postpone the release of a murdering Vampire, if they didn’t like being held captive then they shouldn’t have committed a crime.
Adjusting the other files in her arms Davina rounded a corner and nearly walked into, who would’ve guessed it, the back of James Gunhammer.
“Oh my!” Davina exclaimed keeping a firm grip on the files, she had already made a fool of herself and did not wish to continue. “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
You'd never believe where the promise of being mauled can get you.
I'll throw up a post later today, if that's alright?
I'll throw up a post later today, if that's alright?
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