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5 yrs ago
Current New beginnings mean an end to old starts, and that is never a bad thing.
7 yrs ago
Finger Nails or Toe Nails???
8 yrs ago
RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!
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Bio

This is my second profile on here, and I have been Play-By-Post RPing for about nine years now. I do my best to see every RP to the end or at least let my character come to his/her own dramatic conclusion when I feel like signing off. Just like novel writing in real life, I tend to find myself on long hiatuses. Since writing is a great way to work out your brain, I try stay engaged as much as possible.

My favorite genres include futuristic worlds, mysteries, and super powers. Any mixture of these three elements will peek my interest.

Most Recent Posts

@Dark Light
Specter never heard the door crashing. When the boy went toppling into his seat, Specter couldn't help but smile in confused amusement.

@DancingEagle
Turning around, he saw what had startled the boy, a girl toting around a big ass gun. Her goofball presence did not intimidate Specter one bit. Her mind was filled with innocent thoughts at the moment.

@Dark LightWhile the boy had never finished speaking his name, it did escape his mind as he was preparing to say it.
"Sorry Arlen, I don't mean to take amusement in your discomfort. When you're as old as I am, you tend to take things lighter." As Arlen spoke his last statement about dying, Specter sensed something... more. "You make it sound like you know what it's like to die. How would you know? I'm just curious."
@Dark Light

Hiding scars, this was something that Specter could understand. After all, he changed his entire persona in order to look less intimidating. Specter wasted no time; with a wave of his hand the scars upon the boy's face disappeared.
"Remember, it is just an illusion. You can still feel them. Also, when I'm not around anymore, the illusion will fade." Specter leaned against a nearby chair... well... pretended to lean. "So I have a couple questions. For starters, what is your name?"
I'm gonna be at a convention for a few days so Willows gonna be away, she's left pretty much a robot to take care of watress/bartender duities so no one has to wait for drinks or food from an actual person to role play.


Dragon Con!!!
@Invader Len. Wow! You just sent Andy toppling into the lava!! You are crazy! Your body is going to deteriorate and regenerate at the same pace. It's going to be unimaginable torture. More than the barbed wire and coals!
It looks like it is my turn already. But of course, @Invader Len, you may post as before me, since you're looking to catch your exp points up.

I'll have something up as soon as I have a bit of time. Maybe tomorrow night.
@Balthazar007
Sorry I didn't get a post! I've only got like 3 measly paragraphs typed from mobile x . x


It's okay. You will post in due time. No worries. :)
@Dark Light

The boy reached out to touch the collar of Specter's suit. Specter moved too late. The boy's finger had already moved right through the collar before he could back away.

"You caught me... It's an illusion... In fact, all of me is an illusion." Specter tried to smile as he looked down in embarrassment. He would never be anything more than an illusion. That fact would always be disturbing. Living on his own plane of existence got old many millennia ago. He would never feel the touch of another person. He would never feel pain... or pleasure.

"If you like my style of clothing, I can make you appear the same, but it will be an illusion. Everyone will see it as real though! Is that what you want?" Specter tried to speak in an excited tone, but his heart was not in it anymore. The boy seemed to be as interested in material gain as anyone else. He was starting to become just as interesting as the most basic of life forms, only concerned with status and wealth.
@Invader Len@Airalin@Classpet

That being said, I also believe there's never too much harm in multiple christmases, so if you think we need one more, sounds good to me! The more the merrier, right?


I agree; we are moving at a slow but respectable pace. It would have to be a unanimous decision before we let anyone else join.
@Classpet@Airalin

Thank you both! There is no rush. I'd rather everyone write at their own pace.

If @Invader Len or myself want to speed up, we can always draft one more writer. Personally, I could go a tiny bit faster, not much, just a little.
Specter's plight for an entertaining story didn't seem to be well received. It seemed as though anyone with a story worth sharing had some reservation on the matter. But there seemed to be something more to the young man in tattered clothing. 'Millions of stories' the young boy thought. 'How in the world could a boy have millions of stories?' Specter pondered.

@Dark Light

Specter walked to catch up with the boy. As he approached he tried his best to improvise something to say, "Hi, I'm Spec! How are y-"

@Varicke

The sound of crashing clay interrupted Specter. Both he and the boy turned to face the shadow creature. The creature seemed to be quite embarrassed, very peculiar for a creature of it's kind. The boy called out to comfort the shadow. It seemed to work well, as the shadow was already making a B line for the bar.

@Dark Light

'So this boy is not taken aback by shadow spirits?' Specter began to wonder. 'That's even more interesting!'

Quickly, Specter finished closing the gap between himself and the boy. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything else besides to finish his earlier thought, "How are you?"
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