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8 yrs ago
Current Distractions.
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9 yrs ago
"Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.."
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9 yrs ago
"Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me, oh?"
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9 yrs ago
"Why don't you love me baby? Open up your heart tonight 'cause I could be all that you need."
9 yrs ago
"I would burn in the fire to see you on the other side, put my heart in your hands, to be beside you!"
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Bio

>>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB

The Land Of Music And Sunlight, LOMAC for short, was BORING. There was practically no imps here, much to your utter despair. To your knowledge, everyone else had imps. Both your moirail Katana and your matesprit Coboli reported that their lands were overrun with the little monsters, but you had yet to find one single thing you could kill.

That did nothing to dampen your permanent optimism, however, and you gleefully wondered through your land before coming across your first temple. Finally! Something exciting. According to the others, there should be puzzles and treasure within it's deep recesses. With a big smile and your trademark giggle, you made your way inside.

It was there that you discovered three ogres, each the size of the staircase that your server player had built for you to reach your gate. In other words, tall and fucking monstrous. They occupied the entirety of the main room, one level down from where you've entered. You had a feeling they must have eaten a good portion of the smaller shale imps who you should have been fighting all along.

A wicked smile plays over your lips as you summon your FLOWER POWER SCALEMATE POUNDER from your Strife Specibus! You wasted no time in charging in, leaping off the high platform that was the entrance, your hammer raising high as you prepared to strike. You practically oozed excitement and fucking optimism as you began to utterly DESTROY those ogres, all the while giggling like a lovestruck school girl.

You finished them off with a squeal of excitement as you landed in the middle of the grist piles. "Hell f-f-fucking yes!!"

You are Poppii Dweler, and you just Fucked. Them. Up.


===> BE THE AUTHOR
Well, hi there!

As you can clearly tell, if you've read this far, I started this off with a Homestuck style character introduction, and a small bit of my typically writing. There isn't that much to say about me, honestly.

Most people refer to me as Stitches. This is the first site where I haven't based my username around some form of Stitches or Threads.

I identify as Rainbow Dragon Kitty, pronouns be fucking damned.

As of this September of 2016, I shall be twenty-one years of age.

I mostly enjoy writing Fantasy, Science Fiction (to a degree), and Slice of Life roleplays, though I can be convinced to try anything at LEAST once.

I've been writing, in roleplay style, for roughly six years. I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but I pride myself on the quality of my posts, even if it occasionally takes me FOR-FUCKING-EVER to respond.

Other than writing, my hobbies include traditional and digital art (both realism and anime styles. It depends on my mood), video games of the mostly RPG nature and an occasional FPS, and music. Music is kind of the THE REASON FOR MY FUCKING EXISTENCE ON THIS MISERABLE AND FORSAKEN PLANET the reason I live.

When it comes to music, I am eclectic to the max. My playlist includes everything from Maroon 5 to Silversun Pickups to Editors to Avenged Sevenfold to Nightwish and all the way to Enya. It would be pointless to try to list all of the music I listen to. There are not enough available characters on this bio left.

I am also an avid reader, and I am particularly fond of Laini Taylor, James Patterson, Terry Pratchet, Neil Gaiman, and Cassandra Clare.

My favorite movies are The Crow, The Labyrinth, Stardust, and literally anything Marvel.

I am part of several fandom's, the most prominent being Homestuck, Marvel, DC, and The Black Jewels series.


Most Recent Posts

@UnknownScarlet4@Leslie Hall@Nerevarine@KiltmanBagz

I need you guys to describe the symbols you picked for your characters. The symbols don't show up on my tablet, and since I'm doing art of them.... Well, it would help. XD
In Masked 10 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
@Eviledd1984.... It might just be me, but your post confused me. XD She flew all over the city, and wasn't really running from someone, so why did he say that?
@KiltmanBagz@Leslie Hall No worries to both of you. I look forward to it!
I'm able to do Pesterchum, PM, Piratepad, Skype... Whatever really. You guys just need to let me know what you want to use.
Absolutely! I have no problem with that.
In Masked 10 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
And I have posted! Now we can try to get this really going.
Poppii would be willing, but she's pretty far.
However, Plutus does need to talk to Alvaro! So enviousCalamity, dear.~
@potatochipgolem That's okay, because it is an obvious reaction.

And absolutely. Just make sure he pips up in a bit when she suggests that Sky comes back with her.

That goes for Greg too, @Fetzen
In Masked 10 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
@Eviledd1984@Gentlemanvaultboy@RBYDark

Sally's reaction was immediate. She spun on her heels, one leg lifting and swinging as she turned. Her heel swung at head height before returning to the ground after she completed her spin. She wasn't quite sure if she had hot him, desensitized as she always was when fighting, but she didn't give herself time to find out. Her primary goal was finding those who she had called. After a moment, she corrected herself. Her first goal should be to locate the one Power she knew hadn't been captured by Sulfur's gang; Sammy.

The kid might be a menace of great proportions, though harmless due to his nonlethal attitude, but he was still a decent asset. Without waiting to see if the person she had swung at was alright, or even conscious, she did a back flip off the building, diving upside down into the air a few dozen feet before lighting up the air currents and taking off in search off the impish kid. Man, did she have a lot to tell him. He was probably worried to death about where Witch was. He might even be looking for her, odd thought that it was.

Her thoughts drifted a bit as she searched the ground for his head of black tangles. Well, for whatever neon clothing he happened to be wearing for the day. Her thoughts drifted to the Justice hero's who had been taken from the surrounding cities. The reason she had called for help in the first place; every single one of the hero's that she and Witch knew in the surrounding areas were missing. And they knew a lot of people. As far out as South Beloit, Powers were missing. And now that she knew what had happened to them, after so many weeks, she could finally get to work on fixing it.

Out of the corner of her eye, just as she was turning to search a different part of town, she saw him. Him and... What.. What was that? She quickly did a tunnel roll in the air before allowing herself to spiral toward the ground. As she got closer, she could begin to hear some of the conversation. She gave a small snort as she halted herself silently about ten feet above the three Powers in the street. How lucky for her that they were already gathering together.

"I wasn't on fire. What you saw was the super heated air current that I use to fly and float. I can set myself on fire if you'd like, but I'm kind of fond of my hair." Without waiting for a response, or likely ignoring any given, she allowed herself to land just in front of the small group, her eyes taking in the two newcomers briefly before flickering to Sammy. "Didn't Witch ever elaborate on the dangers of talking to strangers?"
==> BE THE LEADER THEY NEED.

Your name is ALVARO CALLOM, and you are so fucking fed up with this bullshit. If your RODENTBEAST LUSSUS goes into your respite block one more time when you are out, you might actually Strife with him.

You are a 8 SWEEP OLD CINNAMON BLOOD, and you are so STOIC that it legitimately freaks out others. Something about your heavy, browsing grey gaze just makes everyone uncomfortable when you want it to. Usually, you're rather RELAXED DESPITE YOUR SERIOUS ATTITUDE. You have a strangely open air about you, and many TROLLS FEEL AS THOUGH THEY CAN TALK TO YOU. It makes you a very natural COORDINATOR AND LEADER. You follow your INTUITION, even when others question you.

You live near the outer edge of a hive cluster, in a rather straight, tall hive with complexly shaped floors and walls. Your LUSSUS is a GOLDEN BROWN KILLER RODENTBEAST, and she in no way respects your privacy. She has a tendency to sniff through your belongings, so you get a lot of STRIFE PRACTICE.

You have a variety of interests, that include COLLECTING DISCARDED HORNS FROM DECEASED TROLLS, SOLVING COMPLEX PUZZLES, AND DEVELOPING ELABORATE BATTLE STRATEGIES. Your horn collection includes a wide range of sizes and shapes, and even includes some very rare fully grown troll horns from the years of the rebellion.

Name: Alvaro Callom

Age: 8 Sweeps

Gender: Masculine

Blood Color: Cinnamon

Appearance: Tall in height, nearly six feet and four inches, with slender, backward bent horns adding another four inches to his height. He tends to stand incredibly straight and stiff, making him look even more tall. His hair is straight and choppy in length, the rough strands blocking out segments of face. His eyes have begun to colour in their iris, and have a strange grey brown colour. He has sharper nails than the usual.

Symbol: A glyph that resembles a music note.

Lussus: Killer Rabbit. (Rodentkind)

Moirial: Poppii Dweler

Sylladex: A very direct and simple to use modus called Thing-In-A-Bottle. It captchalouges his items into labeled bottles and shrinks them to fit in a canvas satchel. The satchel contains thirty-two slots and bottles, that allows for thirty-two items. To use on of these items, he simply needs to uncork the bottle and retrieve the item with a set of tweezers. It will then maximize to it's real size.

Strife Specibus: Chakramkind. His spinning circular blades of death are painted a wicked bronze.

Handle: enviousCalamity

Typing quirk: //He has a tendency to speak with supreme severity.//

God Tier: Heir of Light

Moon: Derse

Land: Land of Fog and Gold.
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