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9 yrs ago
Current Isn't it great when someone blames their Rp issues on you when it is truly their fault?
9 yrs ago
Note to self:Eating Blazing Wings from BWW is not a good idea if you don't want to feel like you are dying.
9 yrs ago
I'm sorry for not posting these last few days. I was dealing with some issues.
10 yrs ago
I have seen the signs and portents! I fear another guild crash is coming.
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10 yrs ago
Always fun to have two 1x1 rps die before they even start. Gotta love being ignored.
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Jack



The mess hall always was a source of such fun these days. There usually was some sort of fight or argument breaking out here. Then there was the super fun issue when one of the people there got mouthy. Usually this source of delightful fun came from one Mari Greyson. His mother used to tell him all about the Batclan and their weaknesses. Batman was the total package because Mother still kept her crushes close and was a bit biased. Nightwing/ Robin One was never known for his intelligence and brains. No, Nightwing was known more for his heart than his brains. That would explain a lot with his daughter. For some reason Mari Greyson was so very similar. She did not seem very good at the old detective skills. “Your lips are looking awfully plump these days Jackie, whatever is your secret.” She said to him with some sort of smirk on his face. Jack faked looking hurt before he answered her. "Aww Cheeto, you wound me! Why, pray tell, would I steal your lip gloss? I am good looking already. I do not need your makeup to help me look better. " He said as she walked off. He really did not like that girl. She never really thought with the old grey matter.

Jack would have kept thinking like this except for he was having that dream again. The one with two different Fen's making out. He could not look away as they did what they did. He would have broken into Fort Knox just to be the object of that attention. He watched as the Fen did all of that. It was shockingly sexy as he did what he was doing. Jack could not move which was not a terrible thing honestly. Sure it was not like he could be stopping it but that was amazing. He smirked at Fen when he stood next to him. "So Wolfie," He said using his new nickname which was oddly fitting since Fenris meant Wolf in old Norse. Yes Jack could read and he did it often."What would it cost me for that kind of attention?" He said only half joking about that. It would have been nice to be in position. "So now that everyone here wants to jump your bones, what are you going to do?" He asked as joke. He then watched that insane Martian kill himself to try and freak out Fen. Oddly, it did not really affect Jack. He had spent his entire life in Gotham and that meant he had seen some things that would turn a grown man white. But to Jack it was Tuesday.

"Ignore him Fen. He once "showed me" throwing myself off of a building. It was fun to see my own death. Course I am from Gotham and just about nothing scares me." He said as the Martian pouted and left. "He was jealous about that all that attention." He said jamming his elbow into Fen's side.

Jack looked over at the new guy who had come over. Jason was his name. "Why kill a poor jellyfish just to punish him. Course your idea is better than what I would have. "Also I would not like to see his underwear. He would probably kill me if I did that." Jack said smiling at Jason.
Well time to post again! A few reactions to the different stuff.
In CLOSED. 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jason Kent


Location:
The Kent Penthouse Library
Then Constance Billard
Interacting With:
| Autumn Pruett via text@spooner
Jennifer McGowin via text@HushedWhispers||


When some people were feeling sad or down they would think of their favorite things. Then, according to the song, they would not feel so bad. Rain drops on roses and whispers on kittens really did not have an effect on Jason. Jason's idea feeling happy meant reading very old novels that would make different people depressed. No one in their right minds would read any of these books when they were happy. There were definitely perks to being an insomniac with a long reading list. Last week he had finished Cicero's Tusculanae Disputationes and had found it quite interesting. There was definitely something to be said for stoicism. It was as if the whole world could be understood just by reading about it. Also being able to quote long dead philosophers really helped with his "game". Some people swooned at the idea of Aristotle or jumped his bones after talking about Descartes. It was funny that Jason would really and truly like reading this topics. Most people only saw him as either that manwhore or that Kent boy. Neither were very fun to be known as. So he kept the bookish part of his nature to himself. Very few people knew about it.

Currently Jason was reading a very fitting book, Les Liaisons dangereuses or Dangerous Liaisons, in its native French. It seemed that his mother's lessons to try and make him a gentleman were working out. Jack was fluent in French and Spanish thanks to her. The latter had helped when he had been reading Don Quixote. However now he was reading Les Liaisons dangereuses. The book for some reason really resonated with him. The tale of the Vicomte de Valmont discovering how wicked and beyond help he was seemed like a cautionary tale for Jason. Valmont learned that he was so wicked that he could never gain true happiness. So he eventually killed himself in grief to try and fix what he had done so wrong. There also was the fact that it showed how corrupt and immoral high society could be. That really got to him since he had seen how rotten his society was. Then there also was the idea that everyone had a cruel plot against their other man. People were just pawns to certain people. Jason definitely not above doing this so many times. His Most people would smile as they jammed forks into their hands. Jason had learned to act that way around the people he met. Smiling through the pain of all of this

Jason would have kept going to on this happy note had he not gotten a text from his ex. Usually he would ignore it but he figured he needed to be civil so he jammed the metaphorical fork into his hand.

To: Jennifer M.
From: Jason

Goober? I'll be there.

Jason looked around after he had sent the text. Jason did not really want to talk to his ex who was now dating his best friend. He still thought that Everett had taken the rebound just a bit too fast. There was standard rules with dating your best friend's ex girlfriend. Still he had other pursuits right now and they could do whatever so long as it was not forced on him.

Jason walked through the empty halls towards the elevator. The rest of the Kent family was still in the Hamptons so Jason had the run of the house. He did not even care all that much. Having people here never seemed to have people in it. Jason had always felt like this place was a tomb. Jason knew that he was going leave this place soon for Yale just like his entire family. When the elevator finally got to the ground floor, Jason walked out the door towards the street. The doorman, Rich opened the door with his usual smile. "Morning Mr. Kent. The car should be here soon. " He said as he gave Jason an umbrella. "Thanks, Rich. My family should be coming home soon." Jason said as he got into the car. The driver, Frank, nodded as he set off into traffic. Along the way he sent another text. This time he sent it to Autumn since she seemed to understand him.

To: Autumn P.
From: Jason

Nothing says fun quite like forced school meetings. I hope we spend hours discussing nothing.

Luckily for him, he arrived at the school. Jason opened his umbrella as he got out. Frank squealed off from the street as Jason walked up the steps and inside. He did not care if he had to go in alone. He didn't need any drama right now. Jason sat down on a bench near the doorway inside. He pulled out a book and started to read. It was some dull thriller but it was the kind of book Jay Kent would read.
@FacePunch
So he has a chance then! 90% for changing him!
@FacePunch
JACK WILL CHANGE THAT! Or die trying! Fifty Fifty chances.
In CLOSED. 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@HushedWhispers
Yepers. That's when I'll be at my computer again.
In CLOSED. 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Darn it. Just as I am leaving for work. I should be home around 10:30 CST tonight.
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I'm a sir lol. I remember watching Captain Planet as a kid, I completely didn't pay attention to the environmental messages and just cared about them showing off their powers lol.

Also I won't be able to post until possibly tonight or later today.


I can sing the song...


Name: Darrow
Age: 27
Gender:Male
Race: Oddly enough pure human





Side: Dark

Titles: Defiler of the Tomb of Darkness, The Painted One, He Who Knows the Whispered Names, Head Research for the Dark Lord
Weapons(s):His spell book and a silver dagger. Minions are cheaper.
Abilities/Powers:

Master of Necromancy: Darrow has the secrets of life and death tattooed on his skin. His original master, before his unfortunate death, had secret words placed all over Darrow's body. Now he can raises corpses that are more advanced than your average skeletons. They can be used for simple tasks such as farm labor or for more advanced tasks such as sneaking into an enemy fortress. However the more advance the corpse, the harder it is to control. Skeletons or zombies do not need Darrow nearby to work but his advanced nearly alive minions need him close. He can make monstrous creations out of the flesh and bones of other creatures. However there is a trade off. If he wants a good creation, he must use the best materials such as fresh parts. Also the size depends on what he has available.

Plague Doctor: Darrow gained a new knowledge to plague and death when he got his tattoos. Now Darrow studies plagues. he hopes to someday find a plague that can raise the dead after it kills them. So far he has no idea how to do this.

Talent(s): Intelligent: Darrow always wants to learn and will do anything to learn more. Knowledge of Magic, able to pretend he is normal to sneak into places.

Personality: Calculating, loyal, Easily bored, will hit on anyone.

Biography:
Darrow never really wanted this life. Ever since he was a child he could commune with the dead. They would whisper secrets information his ear. He would use it to get whatever advantage that he could. However when he was ten years old, he was kidnapped by a necromancer who thought that he could use Darrow to boost his own powers. The old man thought he could steal Darrow's body when he was older so he trained to boy in necromancy.

Darrow was taught all of the dark secrets that were needed for one of his trade. So when he was 18 his master tattooed the secrets into his skin so Darrow would be able to truly command the dead.

Then came the final test. Darrow was to enter the Tomb of Darkness and return the power to his master. Darrow spent four days in the darkness and it whispered into his ears. It taught Darrow even more knowledge. Instead of rejecting the power so his master could have it, Darrow accepted the gift and became even stronger. When his master came into to try and find him, Darrow used his newly created zombies and skeletons to capture the man. Darrow then stole the man's powers for his own.

Now Darrow has heard tales of a being that would accept him. So now the Lord of the Tomb of Darkness is heading his call. This world never wanted him so now he will kill all those who oppose him.

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Captain Planet......



I tip my hat sir or madam.
Well time to add Jason to the list.
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