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5 yrs ago
Current It's been like 5 years since I last logged in here, but I've finally finished college. Howdy!
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10 yrs ago
Do spambots dream of electric sheep?
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10 yrs ago
Hopal for more Opal <3
11 yrs ago
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11 yrs ago
👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there
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Name: Luz Wells

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Role: Cook

Personality: Normally friendly and polite, but she's easily irritated and snaps/talks back a lot. She makes a lot of food that would be considered exotic (bushmeat, strange plants, insects, grubs) and hates it if anyone complains. In the event that there is a complaint...well, you're going to have to go out and forage, because she won't feed you unless she's forced to. When she is not cooking or directly planning meals, one can usually find her testing the plants on the island to determine whether they're poisonous. Finding natural salt deposits makes her practically swoon! Although she usually just gets it from distilling seawater. She likes cookbooks with strange recipes. Funny enough, her favorite food is fish (uh oh!). But she wouldn't be unfriendly to a mermaid; she might make a joke about calamari.

Bio: Luz grew up on the main continent, and she was a preteen when the dictator took over. Her mother, the only parent she had, after a year of this madness, told Luz of her plan: they would commit suicide together. Luz, too terrified to say no, agreed to the plan, but when it came to it she didn't have the courage to drink the poisoned water. Her mother, having already downed the whole glass, died slowly in front of her, so she just left.
She lived a few years on the street after that, carefully avoiding other people, and was very nearly recruited into sex trafficking at 16. Luckily, a few rebels picked a fight with the shady creep who'd found her sleeping under a bridge, and they got Luz out of there. Not wanting a useless new teenage crew member, they taught her multiple trades; the one she loved the most and was best at was cooking, and she's been getting better and better ever since.
She made sure to obtain plenty of books on nutrition, and steal a good number of citrus fruits, before setting sail with the Phoenix Pirates.
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The subway sandwich was good enough, but Dominick ate enough of them that he'd gotten used to the taste and now hardly noticed it. He slunk out of an alley and rubbed his upper arm; it had been a rough night and now the sun was rising. He could relax now, he thought, as he walked out of the small chain restaurant and noticed a girl walking by. He stood still and watched tiredly. She looked vaguely similar to a woman who'd called the police on him last night during a deal and nearly gotten him caught. The hairs on his neck rose, but he took no action.
Dan's got one thing right
It would be interesting if an Uutar pup survived. As for the bad guy, a human hunter would add a ton of good action, and I'd be interested in knowing the motivations of a grizzly antagonist. I don't really have many other suggestions, but a raven would be pretty interesting too since they're usually friends of wolves.
I'd be open to a bad guy. :T
Thank you so much.
Name: Dominick Morton

Age: 21

Skills: Sneaking up on people, taking people 'out' silently, acting natural and escaping the police- usually by lying.

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Bio: Dominick doesn't like to steal; he can pay for food and essentials with the money he gets by dealing drugs (often by convincing teens to raid their parents' medicine cabinets in exchange for money; he then sells the product for a higher price). He doesn't talk much, and when he does he's polite and respectful unless the other person insults him. He prefers running and lying to fighting, and first impressions probably don't give the feeling that he's a drug dealer.

He got into the business when he was eighteen. On his birthday he left his long-abusive parents to start a new life, maybe go to college! ...Except it didn't work out that way. He ended up getting recruited into drug trafficking instead, and now, well, that's just what he does and he can't see it turning out any differently.
@KatherinWinter In that case, here goes nothing.
How fast will posting be? Sometimes I join roleplays and tend to fall behind even if all I've done is go to class or sleep.
Melissa lingered at the door for a moment, glancing from Dimitri to Brutus, then to Cliff as he left. The thought crashed down on her again: she was betting her life that these people were worthy of trust. She swallowed dryly and agreed, "Nightfall. See you then," before quietly walking out and making her way down the stairs. She was already working on a mental list of everything she would pack. Normally food would be on the list, but that could be crossed out immediately. Luckily there was water, and some good heavy metal tools, and her contraband knife...and a few raggedy clothes, and that was it, save for feminine hygiene products that couldn't be considered very high-standard.
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