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Current Pokémon. 'Nuff said.…
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@Bondye And if I feel that way without the vaccine?
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Mucho bored, but mucho uninterested in literally everything. FeelsBadMan.


uhhhh, hi there

I am here and I sorta exist so yes this is my ‘bio’ and it will probably be rather brief and suck and be sloppy, just like me.
So, without further ado..

stuff about me

Most people call me Barti or Bart as well as a few other things since it’s just easier or meaner than the actual thing - I invite you to do so as well.

I’m a 21-year-old (bday June 20th!) Texan who enjoys thunderstorms and rain far too much, and likes anime, running, metal music, and copious amounts of DRUGS candy, among many other cool things - like DnD and MTG.

I enjoy group rps as well as 1x1s. For groups I have what I think is a decent array of interests, most of it being profusely weeb-y. I like Fantasystuffs (Modern especially), supernatural themes, pretty much all Japanese stuff - including historically accurate settings - as well as general dark/grim themes, comedic slice of life trash, academy rps, unique plots, etc. etc. As for 1x1s I pretty much do romance, but I can do non-romantic stuff too if you give me something to work with xP
The only genre I find myself not entirely comfortable with is really sci-fi stuff, but, if the plot/idea catches me enough it can hold my interest. Oh, and my writing level is high casual to low advanced.

I’m a sarcastic, snarky, bipolar-depressed, degenerate garbage can, but generally people seem to like me (I don’t know why in the hot hell you would) - but if you would also like to be my friendo lemme know.
I don’t bite.
Usually owo xd rawr

welppp...I guess that’s okay for now
thanks for reading, you potatoes

Discord: Bartimaeus, Depression Miser#7904

Most Recent Posts

In Grimm Noir 28 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mentions: Heather (@Cello)
Location: Haven Academy

Dune found her thoughts wandering once again. It was easy for thoughts to wander when all you had to keep you company was your own thoughts. It perhaps sounded weird, sure, but despite the crowds around her, Dune felt even now that she was alone. Not that that was a bad thing - she may have preferred it that way, even if it hadn't been the only thing she had known in a long, long time. Her idle gaze followed the slowly, gently twirling shape of an irregularly deep orange leaf falling gently from a high perch. The leaves didn't seem to mind being alone, they were beautiful nonetheless - perhaps moreso for it.

But that's not what Dune's wandering mind was leashed to, no, she had long grown accustomed to keeping to herself. Instead, she thought more about what was lying ahead for her, rather than what or who was currently beside her. If an entire village shoulder-to-shoulder couldn't save her parents, what could she expect to gain from a simple singular acquaintance? No, this was a journey she planned to take on her own. Of course she knew from here-say that the academy put prospective huntsmen and huntresses into teams - but it was a temporary arrangement. After graduation, a huntress could carry on by their lonesome, if they so wished. Admittedly, when Dune had tried to think that far ahead before, it seemed like a distant dream - but was different. Reaching the point where she could finally take a true step towards becoming a huntress was so much more real now.

She was so distracted by the roaming of her thoughts that she didn't even notice another girl tramping over to the very tree she was posted up against herself. It was the exasperated sigh that snapped the Faunus from her absence of mind. Dune turned her head to look sideways at the auburn-haired girl, her arms crossing across her chest as she caught just the last half of whatever it was she was saying to herself. She raised a brow at the measurably shorter girl's...mature-sounding curses, reckoning that someone had gotten the better of her for her to get so worked up.

Dune watched her expression as the other girl turned and seemed startled by her presence, the red-head's face flushing in surprise as she shot to her feet. The girl was quick to try and change the subject as the Faunus just watched her coolly. Dune turned her gaze away and looked around them, the soft breeze and equally as soft sun smiling back at the attention.

"It is, isn't it?"

Her eyes unfocused for a moment. Those were the first words she'd said to someone her age in.. a while. Usually she just ignored anyone who tried making small talk with her - not out of rudeness, moreso out of tunnel vision to whatever she was actually doing at the time - which if it wasn't training, it was reading in most cases. Why now did she opt to engage with a complete stranger? Well, if she were ever to do it, at the academy would probably be a better place than nowhere. After all, this girl might be a future "teammate" of hers, even if unlikely.

Her gaze turned back to the flustered girl. She studied her for a brief moment, the cogs within her head turning stoically as she looked her up and down shortly. Her lips parted slightly, as if to begin speaking, but after a slight pause, she silenced herself again, turning her golden eyes back to watch the crowds once again. She considered offering advice to the girl regarding whatever it was that ailed her, but decided against it - she had never been good at giving advice, usually just regurgitating things that her grandparents or tutors told her - plus, she had no idea what the girl's problem was. It was simpler to just let it figure itself out.
In Grimm Noir 29 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mentions: None
Location: Haven Academy

Today was finally the day.

The journey to becoming a huntress was, in truth, long underway for Dune - but today was the day it finally felt like the ship would leave the port. With every step she ascended she felt the excitement building up within her - but she knew she had to stem the flow of emotions within her that would surely be felt by everyone else as well. Even though the events that brought her here had been unfavorable, to say the least, she couldn't help but admit to herself that the aspects of becoming a huntress found a place in her heart that stirred more than the desire for vengeance. The training so far, although basic, just made her feel stronger. The weapons fed her curiosity. The trek to her true goal had only just begun, but it had already helped to make her feel something. But she knew it would only be temporary until she did finally achieve what she started this journey to achieve.

But for now, as she ascended towards the assembly area of Mistral up the seemingly endless stairs, that goal was a far ways away.

Dune shook away her thoughts and spared a few glances to the people around her. She wondered how many of these prospective students would really make it as huntsmen and huntresses. It was hard to judge just off of idle demeanor, but there were a few who seemed pretty composed. Others.. not so much. She wasn't concerned about her own success - success was the only choice for her. She simply had no other options.

Eventually she reached the peak of the stairs, which opened into a wide, populated plateau upon which rested the renowned Haven Academy. It was the visage of this academy in the distance that had helped spur her to train harder and harder each day as this moment came closer and closer. While she wasn't entirely fond of crowds, hopefully she could manage to limit the number of people surrounding her - but even if she couldn't, that wouldn't dissuade her from taking in this momentous occasion. She let an idle hand move to feel the leathery case that was clasped to the back of her waist. Of course it would still be there, but just feeling that her weapon was nearby comforted her.

Dune closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she stood at the top of the steps, the soft breeze brushing her tail as she took in the mountainous air as if for the first time, despite having lived there for years. Her eyes opened again and scanned the area for somewhere for her to await the assembly's commencement soon. She wandered around for a short time before finding a tree to post up against, leaning to it and letting her eyes wander from underneath the coverage of her sleek black bolero hat.
The shadowed figure nodded slightly to himself, as if the responses offered were as he predicted. He waited to go on until Tick returned, the only one seeming content to refresh themselves at the moment. "As charming as the whole damsel-in-distress act might be, that's not quite what I had in mind." He began, seeming slightly amused by the prospect nonetheless. He shifted forward in his seat slightly, leaning in, though still remaining shrouded in darkness. "Let me make it very clear that I chose you all because of how efficient you can be, given the right objectives. 'Girl power' is all fine and dandy, but the mind is unaffected by the body - and your minds very much overcome anything muscle could produce. You can be sure that each of the ladies next to you is very capable in some regard. But enough of the flattery. Where you fit those capabilities into your work ethic isn't up to me. But I can help you find that out while we undergo our mission."

As he began to speak his next few sentences, the Senior seemed to become enthralled by his own thoughts before they even came out of his mouth. "Any blind person can see that every community - every monopoly - every government - every-fucking-everything is run by greedy sons of bitches who have no regard for anyone under them." He went on, one of his gloved hands slowly constricting into a clenched fist as he spoke, his tone even becoming a little stressed. "They horde wealth and only spare enough to keep those underneath them in line. Maybe you don't feel trampled on - not everyone does - but trust me when I tell you you are." There was a short pause as Senior's gaze shifted downwards, and he visibly relaxed himself, unclenching his fist. "..but in this narrative we're going to remedy that. We're bad people, but we can do good things through that. Of course, we can line our pockets as well - as a commission fee, you could say."

He shifted his gaze to the side once again as his hands tapped at the keyboard in front of him. There was a short moment of silence before he turned his attention back.

"But I'm sure some of you don't care very much about the why. The how and the when are more concerning details for most in our line of work. Which is why I've planned something of a test-run for our group here. Something simple, to see how well you ladies can work together."
One of the slightly larger screens next to the Senior's began to flicker to life.

All the while Sable listened intently, subconsciously taking note of their new boss' behaviors. She wasn't sure if he really considered himself their boss - the way he spoke made it sound as if he would be working alongside them, but she very much doubted he would be putting himself next to them in the flesh - or he probably would have already done so. Regardless of how interested she was in what he had to say, she couldn't help but spare a inconspicuous glance at the other women in the room every once in a while. It was just a hard habit to break.

But when the screen flickered on and displayed the blueprints of some sort of compound, she really focused in on it. The image was...complicated, to say the least. There were so many numerics and angle notes, layers of architectural details and even more that Sable had no hope of deciphering.
"This," The Senior began, gesturing to his side towards the monitor. "is an unnamed scientific facility located in Massachusetts. I have a client who is very interested in extracting certain files from this facility - for reasons unknown to me, not that it matters much. Coincidentally, I wouldn't mind acquiring a select few materials from such a facility myself. There is, however, a slight catch. Not only does the facility have its own security team, because of course it does, it also seems to have a couple military personnel wandering the premises. Ironically, this enhanced detail of guards led to my interest in the facility's contents. What you should be interested in though is my client's target files - as he will be paying quite a sum for their retrieval - which is where you ladies come in." The Senior finished, coming to a halt as his eyes scanned the faces of each of them. "So.. any questions?"

Sable's own eyes still attempted to study the blueprints of the compound, not really being able to figure out how to read most of the details. She wasn't exactly an architect. "Simple, he says.."

Ayana & Arlo
Mentions: Yes.
Location: Panmia Island - Base Camp

Arlo clutched the Pokedex to his chest as the others talked amongst themselves. He found himself just daydreaming about all that was ahead, the comments of his group members weaving even more possibilities into his reverie subconsciously. He held back a wide smile at the thought of catching his first Pokemon. He'd never even tried before, being that his current Pokemon was a gift from his parents and was a perfect companion for him. But having more friends could never hurt!

Arlo was broken out of his trance by the others talking about how to go about starting their trek. He looked down at his Pokedex. The map showed a fine outline of Panmia island and the other, larger islands of the region, but aside from that the detail was limited. It did provide elevation analytics for most of the region though, it seemed, so finding elevated landmarks would be easier, were there any. Honestly to him it didn't matter much whether they had a plan or not.

It seemed on the other hand Ayana wasn't entirely looking to provide her own input either. She listened to the group discussing amongst themselves as her eyes finally left her brother and explored their surroundings as she stood with her arms across her chest. Her Rockruff wandered around nearby, sniffing the shoes of their new travel partners.

Arlo turned his glance back to the Pokedex wondering how exactly they were going to get across the bay of sorts to get to what looked like the mainland island north of Panmia Island. But soon his thoughts were interrupted.

A lanky, middle-aged man pulling along a large cart filled with cases, boxes, tarps, and all manner of things approached the group, adjusting his glasses as he looked over its members. "Hello there young people! I don't believe I've visited your group yet." He said, interrupting the conversation and setting the wagon still as he shifted his heavy, overflowing backpack. He did a short spin and stepped around the side of his wagon before he began digging through the contents intently. "Don't mind me I'm just here to provide you a few travel gifts, curtesy of the Exploratory Office!" There was a short silence from him apart from his rummaging as he struggled to gather the gear he was trying to find. "Ah, here we are." He said, fishing out a few last items and tucking them into a travel bag. He thrusted the package forward to the person he was closest to, that happening to be Ayana, before returning to his wagon and reaching into a box for two specific items held in each hand. He approached again and handed an item each to two others, those being Isla and Felix.

He smiled to himself, seeming content with the gifts before he began speaking. "These two here are very special items." He went, tapping the black top-hinging box that Isla held, and tweaking a small antenna on the radio-esque device he'd given to Felix. "This here is a revival-synthesizer-" He continued, tapping the black box intently. "-useful for generating a few revives per few days, in case your Pokemon become quite injured and you find yourself stuck without being able to heal them to consciousness! Take care of it- it's expensive and you won't get another." He said, the last bit developing a serious tone. But the excited quality of his voice quickly returned. "And this here is a universal tracker/inventory request device. You can use this to request a small supply drop of a couple items from most surface-level areas in the region. The supplies can take quite a few days to arrive and not every request is guaranteed though, so don't rely on it all the time, alright?" He finished looking at their faces to make sure they understood what he was saying. Seeming content, he returned to his wagon and hoisted its pulley over his shoulder. "Welp, it seems like you younguns are all ready to explore this new world-" He said happily. "-I wish you the best of luck!" He finished, and began rolling his wagon away just as he had before, his eyes scanning for other groups.

Ayana seemed a bit surprised with the briefness of the gift-giving, but looked down at the bag thrust into her hands anyways. It seemed a bit full and peeking inside she saw an assortment of Pokéballs and other basic gear.

Arlo chimed in happily as the man left. "Well then! It looks like we're all ready to go, huh? I reckon it doesn't matter too much where we start off, the other islands are so huge there's no way we end up running into another group too often, right? Might as well just head straight onward! Maybe to the Northern Coast?" He asked excitedly, looking at each of the other group members.

“The Grimm give us no mercy. They deserve none in turn.”
Dune on fighting the Grimm

Ayy, let's go. I look forward to getting into it with you lot.
Personally I've only had good experiences with discord involved in RPs. Just allows for extremely quick communication in comparison to posting in ooc imo. It's not for everyone tho ofc.
I'll just throw my WIP here cuz am sleepy.

Mmm, yes, indubitably 🧐
I don't know much about Persona, but I've always enjoyed some pieces of its premise, so I may be interested.

Plus Yam and BC are here, so that's pretty cool.
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