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A Long Walk (Aisling and Bloonewb)

"Alright, I'll be a cousin," resigned Jacquelyn. She made a mental note to now refer to herself as Jacquelyn Zoraida. It wasn't a very good feeling, having your last name taken away.

Kobold Roleplay (Open!)

Kutur was never comfortable discussing his training with people, especially other wizards. He thought back to what he knew the others think when he admits he has no master. 'Wow' they think. 'He must be some sort of reject'. "Well, it's all I got," responded Kutur, more to the other people he's thinking of than to Arjun.

A Long Walk (Aisling and Bloonewb)

As she followed Bridget to her sleeping quarters, she decided to speak up about her name. Faeyoon didn't roll off the tongue perfectly right, and she had no real claim to it, but it was the only surname she had. "What's wrong with Faeyoon as a last name?" she asked.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

The North remembers . . . unless they see a butterfly or a shiny object. Then they completely forget and go back to rolling around in the snow.

Kobold Roleplay (Open!)

"You see, the scrolls have words on them. The words represent knowledge. I read the words, and I obtain the knowledge. It's not so hard," Kutur explained in a patronizing tone. However, he noticed something that isn't there that was before. "Hey, the tea disease is gone . . . my head's alright now."

A Long Walk (Aisling and Bloonewb)

Jacquelyn turned obediently, feeling as if everything that made her her was being stripped away by the woman. "This lunar cycle is Kordaine's Rising, right? Well then my birthday is in 10 lunars. That would make me 7."

A Long Walk (Aisling and Bloonewb)

"I'd rather be a cousin, thank you," answered Jacquelyn as she changed from the pink dress (thank the Council) to the blue one. It fit better, but she'd be most comfortable in her regular clothing, a loose shirt with flowing sleeves with an even looser pair of pants.

The Beast of BlackBirch

Testran

Name: Testran Beele
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Cowardly, disloyal, submissive, quiet
Class/Occupation: Traveling Minstrel

Appearance: Most certainly not tall, his height would be roughly attributed to 5'3". He is brown of hair, and his eyes are strangely extremely deep blue. He dresses in very common looking brown attire, but with one exception. He has a cape that drapes down to his waist and is a very bright yellow, which he is very fond of. Insulting his cape means insulting him. He likes to wave the cape around when preforming or storming out of a bar, and no one's ever seen him without it except himself.

Bio: The Beeles were never a lucky group. Testran has had many interesting ancestors leading very glamourous (but not fortunate) lives. If you get a few drinks in the young fellow, the first story he would divulge is the story of his great-great-grandfather, Morris. Supposedly, Morris Beele was once conned by a great king in times past, in which the king promised Morris land "as far as the eye could see" if Morris would take up arms in his name as a knight. Who's eye? The eye of the king's secretary, who was a severe myopic. Therefore, Testran inherited from his ancestor the knight roughly 9 square yards of land. After that, it was bad turn after bad turn for that family.

Kobold Roleplay (Open!)

"Yeah. In trade, I get scrolls equivalent to up to 1 month of formal training. It's a pretty big deal. I hear one of them was copied from an Ashras warrior, from the midland plains."

A Long Walk (Aisling and Bloonewb)

Ok. Are you good at designing wagons?