Welcome to the Guild. What an adorable faceclaim, if you don't mind me saying so!

Brothers and sisters are natural enemies. Like casual RPers and Advanced RPers! Or Free RPers and Advanced RPers! Or Nation RPers and Advanced RPers! Or Advanced RPers and other Advanced RPers!
Damn Advanced Roleplayers! They ruined the Advanced section!



Jesus Christ, imma just flood you with lyrics and let you add them in your own time XD
Most of my friends seem to leave.
The other ones are too young and don't have much control.
I think German would be pretty cool to learn- vaaaay more interestink than Spanish.
And I love rain. Rain makes me happy and cozy, but I prefer just plain cool overcast even more.
And thankfully, I'm a Junior this year. My high school has already taken all the state tests required- and Juniors/Seniors don't have any! Yey! Although, I did sign up for an ACT retest on June 11th.
And I look forward to the post!
For Eleanor, I think I'm going to make a pair of gauntlets with an either small or medium chainsaw coming out of the top of each. I'm still working on what its gun form should be, but I was sort of leaning towards a sawed-off shotgun.
As for Natalie, I'm still unsure about her weapon.
Thanks, Cynd, you precious Oldfuck. #adoptajuliantoday
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til midsummer's day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
That's ok, I understand! There's also no need to apologize for that. And I'm glad as I feel the same way. I stumbled upon your thread randomly, but it was a pleasant surprise. Listening right now:
Crosses - José González
"The streets outside your window overflooded
People staring, they know you've been broken"
I'm afraid I've lost all motivation to write for this roleplay, but I'll happily help out with running it. After all, I have my Co-GMly duties to fulfill. I am open for someone to "adopt" Julian if they believe they can write as him whilst retaining his beautiful, not-at-all-frustrating personality.
I just got home from SATs as well. I'm cautiously optimistic about the whole thing, so hopefully that optimism carries over to how well I actually did.
Sweet dreams, haha! Gotta sleep off all the SAT stress!