Cath
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- Old Guild Username: Catharyn
- Joined: 13 yrs ago
- Posts: 2299 (0.50 / day)
- VMs: 0
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4 yrs ago
Need two more people for our Fantasy + Sci-fi roleplay - we have angry burning trees!
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4 yrs ago
New interest check is live, check it outttt
4 yrs ago
If i could go back now, i wouldn't change a thing
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4 yrs ago
You've got red on you
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4 yrs ago
Its just me, you, a pile of Chinese food and a couple of f**k off spreadsheets.
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Bio
New roleplay: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189457-the-eye-of-the-needle-where-fantasy-and-sci-fi-collide/ooc
Hey, I'm Catharyn! I joined the Roleplayer Guild on 2nd Feb 2011, then rejoined on the 17th Jan 2014 after Guildfall.
I was active every day until late 2015, accruing (i think) around 7k posts across dozens of roleplays. Then, I started working and had to gradually slow down my RP schedule. In 2017, I officially went on hiatus when other commitments got fully in the way of roleplaying.
This continued until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, when I suddenly realised I had a lot more free time in lockdown! So in mid-2020, I returned to the Guild with a vengeance. I also managed to get The Cradle 1x1 off the ground - a story i've had percolating for almost a decade.
My posting schedule has slowed down a bit now that the world has opened up again. I still love science fiction, fantasy and espionage themes, and generally aim for around 300 words per post.
Hey, I'm Catharyn! I joined the Roleplayer Guild on 2nd Feb 2011, then rejoined on the 17th Jan 2014 after Guildfall.
I was active every day until late 2015, accruing (i think) around 7k posts across dozens of roleplays. Then, I started working and had to gradually slow down my RP schedule. In 2017, I officially went on hiatus when other commitments got fully in the way of roleplaying.
This continued until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, when I suddenly realised I had a lot more free time in lockdown! So in mid-2020, I returned to the Guild with a vengeance. I also managed to get The Cradle 1x1 off the ground - a story i've had percolating for almost a decade.
My posting schedule has slowed down a bit now that the world has opened up again. I still love science fiction, fantasy and espionage themes, and generally aim for around 300 words per post.
Most Recent Posts
Where is my post? :'((
Read that as 'Halo 2: Be Good.' 
Business skills, network marketing, motivation etc 
Aw that is so cute!
Fainne, reading personal development books
Fainne, reading personal development books
Pew pew
Posted! Sorry i've taken so long! I promise i'll improve! <3
Freyr cringed slightly as Indy dropped a clanger. Is everyone alright? Of course everyone was alright, apart from the bit where a young woman bludgeoned her sister to death with the vase she had bought from Bed, Bath and Beyond. Freyr bit her lip. She knew saying that wouldn’t help, and just managed to contain herself as the woman broke back down into sobs. Instead she suppressed a chortle and looked at the embarrassed face Indy had on. He moved over to the TV and switched on the national news. The news reader revealed that initial vaccinations had failed, Freyr deduced that said vaccination must have been what Dr Nguyen wanted her to come in for. She also recalled the horrendous racket going on when she phoned the hospital. Freyr imagined hordes of shambling wrecks like Tiana overrunning the health service, bodies hidden in rows under white linen sheets outside.
Her jaw clenched. Wriggling free of the distraught woman’s vice-like grasp, Freyr coaxed her husband to take action and basically arranged him around her neck like a particularly troublesome bouquet of flowers. Shooting a glance at Indy, Freyr marched back into their bedroom. Clothes still littered the floor and the kitchen was still plagued by food wrappers. Normally her OCD would be demanding she cleanup for their guests but circumstances seemed a little different than normal. Getting down on her hands and knees, Freyr pulled a dark green box out from under the bed. It had gathered dust over several years and some of the felt which coated it had been ripped off. Carefully undoing it’s little latch, Freyr pulled it open to expose the M1911 handgun.
After a few false starts Freyr determined it was in fact loaded so she made sure the safety catch was on, tucked the handgun into the back of her jeans and grabbed the four spare magazines. Shoving the green felt box back under the bed, Freyr got into some strong boots (just in case) before striding back into the living room. The family who had made their home on their couch seemed engrossed in the news whereas Indy was looking pensively into the distance in their kitchenette. Hugging him from behind, Freyr kissed his shoulder. “You okay?”
Her jaw clenched. Wriggling free of the distraught woman’s vice-like grasp, Freyr coaxed her husband to take action and basically arranged him around her neck like a particularly troublesome bouquet of flowers. Shooting a glance at Indy, Freyr marched back into their bedroom. Clothes still littered the floor and the kitchen was still plagued by food wrappers. Normally her OCD would be demanding she cleanup for their guests but circumstances seemed a little different than normal. Getting down on her hands and knees, Freyr pulled a dark green box out from under the bed. It had gathered dust over several years and some of the felt which coated it had been ripped off. Carefully undoing it’s little latch, Freyr pulled it open to expose the M1911 handgun.
After a few false starts Freyr determined it was in fact loaded so she made sure the safety catch was on, tucked the handgun into the back of her jeans and grabbed the four spare magazines. Shoving the green felt box back under the bed, Freyr got into some strong boots (just in case) before striding back into the living room. The family who had made their home on their couch seemed engrossed in the news whereas Indy was looking pensively into the distance in their kitchenette. Hugging him from behind, Freyr kissed his shoulder. “You okay?”
Watching the World Cup! Shh
I love it! It's going to get better as well, because i hate it when roleplays peak too soon.
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