any idea when the cs or ooc are going to be ready?
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i like to rp. that's really all there is to say.
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i got the mail girl =p
favorite types are probably water, psychic, and dark, in that order. i guess i'm looking for… lol idk, fun character interaction? it's kinda hard to pin down what i want from any rp.
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The EWIP- Fantasy RP
Mirror, Fox, Key
Name: Meryn
Abstract: The quiet, roof-hopping delivery girl.
Detail:
Meryn is a twig of a girl. Short, thin, and physically unimpressive in almost every way, people can often mistake her for a young boy, rather than a full-grown woman. She has sandy brown skin, long, straight black hair that she often keeps in a braid, and pale green eyes. Meryn also wears a small wooden pin with her name engraved on it, stuck to her jacket.
She was born without the ability to speak, but she rarely has any trouble getting her point across. Though she carries herself with a subtle confidence, she's acutely aware of what she is and isn't capable of, and is constantly trying to push that boundary. Independent, fearless, and just a little bit spiteful, telling her she can't or shouldn't do something is usually the quickest way to get her to do it. Although she seems aloof and closed off, Meryn is more soft-hearted than she first appears. If someone comes to her asking for help, she can't help but comply – even if she does roll her eyes and drag her feet along the way. It's easy for her heart to override her head, and her naivety can sometimes get her into trouble.
Though she grew up as a street urchin, and was generally looked down on by the majority of society in the first few years of her life, it wasn't long until she discovered a hidden talent: if she wanted to get somewhere, there was very little that could stand in her way. She could scale walls, leap from rooftop to rooftop, slip between bars. Soon enough, the entire town became one big playground to her. Eventually, the townspeople recognized her skill at getting from one point to another quicker than anyone should rightly be able to, and she began delivering notes and parcels for change. Today, Meryn is the most trusted delivery system in town for all sorts of letters and goods (that aren't too big for her to carry). When she's not swinging around the town like a monkey, she enjoys all sorts of music, and has recently started picking up different instruments from her customers and experimenting, with varying degrees of success.
Mirror, Fox, Key
Name: Meryn
Abstract: The quiet, roof-hopping delivery girl.
Detail:
Meryn is a twig of a girl. Short, thin, and physically unimpressive in almost every way, people can often mistake her for a young boy, rather than a full-grown woman. She has sandy brown skin, long, straight black hair that she often keeps in a braid, and pale green eyes. Meryn also wears a small wooden pin with her name engraved on it, stuck to her jacket.
She was born without the ability to speak, but she rarely has any trouble getting her point across. Though she carries herself with a subtle confidence, she's acutely aware of what she is and isn't capable of, and is constantly trying to push that boundary. Independent, fearless, and just a little bit spiteful, telling her she can't or shouldn't do something is usually the quickest way to get her to do it. Although she seems aloof and closed off, Meryn is more soft-hearted than she first appears. If someone comes to her asking for help, she can't help but comply – even if she does roll her eyes and drag her feet along the way. It's easy for her heart to override her head, and her naivety can sometimes get her into trouble.
Though she grew up as a street urchin, and was generally looked down on by the majority of society in the first few years of her life, it wasn't long until she discovered a hidden talent: if she wanted to get somewhere, there was very little that could stand in her way. She could scale walls, leap from rooftop to rooftop, slip between bars. Soon enough, the entire town became one big playground to her. Eventually, the townspeople recognized her skill at getting from one point to another quicker than anyone should rightly be able to, and she began delivering notes and parcels for change. Today, Meryn is the most trusted delivery system in town for all sorts of letters and goods (that aren't too big for her to carry). When she's not swinging around the town like a monkey, she enjoys all sorts of music, and has recently started picking up different instruments from her customers and experimenting, with varying degrees of success.
Hey sorry, my laptops been out of commission for a while. I ordered new parts for it to fix it up but that could take a few days. I'll try to get a post up Monday from the campus computers.
Hey sorry, my laptops been out of commission for a while. I ordered new parts for it to fix it up but that could take a few days. I'll try to get a post up Monday from the campus computers.
Waiting on a post from our glorious leader
Meryn's expression morphed from irritated to baffled at the queen's explanation. Magic… water? Confusion written plain on her face, she looked from the queen, to Diego, to the others gathered around as she tried to process everything. Everyone else seemed to take this information in stride. Some were already changing into their new clothes, while others were voicing their agreement to go to the magic people-eating water. Meryn had no doubt such water existed in this world – it seemed bizarre enough to fit. But everyone just seemed so… normal about it.
Her eyes were drawn once again to the nine bags resting on the ground. Three people were still left behind. People that the Alchemist had so casually thrown into this strange world filled with mystical rivers and crumbling castles. Meryn turned back to scan the roof again, hoping to see some movement from the chimney, but all was still. What if they couldn't climb? Or didn't fit? What if they'd been left to the Claws of Anarchy to fend for themselves? Worry clawed up her throat as she glanced between the people around her, memories of bloody bodies strewn around the room flashing through her mind. Looking back at the bags, she counted again. Two men and a woman.
Ignoring everyone else, Meryn balled her hands into fists at her sides and pushed past Diego. Her stride turned into a jog, and then a sprint back towards the ramp. She knew this was likely the stupidest thing she could possibly do in this situation, but what else was there? Abandon them completely? The people who'd dropped them all here didn't seem to care about them enough to give real information about why they were here – or even give them a choice.
The ramp was trickier to climb than it was to descend – especially since all the traffic from before had no doubt weakened it. But if there was one thing Meryn knew how to do, it was getting from one place to another as quickly as possible. Soon enough, she found herself back on the roof. The sounds of chaos reverberated from inside the castle (their room, especially), and uncertainty crept through her – but she grit her teeth against her fear. Going back down the chimney would take too long and she'd be dropping down into an unknown situation. And so, she began looking around the roof and castle walls for some other entry point.
Her eyes were drawn once again to the nine bags resting on the ground. Three people were still left behind. People that the Alchemist had so casually thrown into this strange world filled with mystical rivers and crumbling castles. Meryn turned back to scan the roof again, hoping to see some movement from the chimney, but all was still. What if they couldn't climb? Or didn't fit? What if they'd been left to the Claws of Anarchy to fend for themselves? Worry clawed up her throat as she glanced between the people around her, memories of bloody bodies strewn around the room flashing through her mind. Looking back at the bags, she counted again. Two men and a woman.
Ignoring everyone else, Meryn balled her hands into fists at her sides and pushed past Diego. Her stride turned into a jog, and then a sprint back towards the ramp. She knew this was likely the stupidest thing she could possibly do in this situation, but what else was there? Abandon them completely? The people who'd dropped them all here didn't seem to care about them enough to give real information about why they were here – or even give them a choice.
The ramp was trickier to climb than it was to descend – especially since all the traffic from before had no doubt weakened it. But if there was one thing Meryn knew how to do, it was getting from one place to another as quickly as possible. Soon enough, she found herself back on the roof. The sounds of chaos reverberated from inside the castle (their room, especially), and uncertainty crept through her – but she grit her teeth against her fear. Going back down the chimney would take too long and she'd be dropping down into an unknown situation. And so, she began looking around the roof and castle walls for some other entry point.
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