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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
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Graduated. And Job Hunting...
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I'm an Interdiscplinary BA, searching for a job in the current market, and this site has been my introduction to role-play. I prefer medieval and/or sci-fi roleplays and am a fan of Star Trek, Star Wars, RWBY, Fire Emblem Awakening, Superheroes, and Fairy Tail.

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Jo-Anne was kind of disappointed to see Livia's sisters leave the camp. Part of her had wanted to talk with them and find out more about the Viera, such as where were the men. The Taguel could ask Livia herself but she hadn't seen her yet and wondered if she were staying with her sisters tonight. Besides, Jo-Anne had promised Erion that she would help him find his bird mount, Arrus had promised to give her human hand-to-hand combat lessons, and she was interested in getting to know Erion's friend, Robert, better. It would be nice to know more about the dogish person she had let ride her. But as she hadn't seen any of them yet and the hybrid probably wasn't going to be able to tell one yellow bird from another, the Taguel sat by the main fire to warm and stretched her tired limbs, listening while the other warriors around her gossiped and argued for one possible outcome or another.
"Well, that seems to answer that question," Jasma said as she observed the Master's impressive handiwork in closing the main doors. Then she rushed over to where Seris and the master were. "Seris, Master Worror, are you alright?" The Twi'lek called out, nodding in the Master's direction as she addressed him."T'ish says there's secret tunnels he knows about. We can probably all get out through there as well as any others we can quickly reach."

Then the padawan noticed another jedi, a Catuman, coming towards the group. A stumble had developed and she could feel from there his blood pouring out. He said, "I've been shot, anything you lot can do to help?".

"I know some healing," Jasma replied. The Twi'lek then started the healing process, removing the cloth around the affected area, making sure it was clean, then placing a sort of bandage on the wound. But then she felt two little ones coming, one of them seriously injured.

A brown-haired human boy was supporting the injured human girl on his side, the blood oozing down from her temple. She seemed even more shocked about this than the boy. She only came out of her reverie, it seems, to report to Master Worror, "Master, I... I think Enrik and I are all that's left of Thantra Clan."

Jasma reached to the girl, "Sorry, sir. This girl has a more serious wound. The bandage should last until we have time to replace it." The Twi'lek then focused her mind on the patient and her non-blaster flesh wound, making sure that she didn't let blood pool by the brain and too much blood didn't get out.
Alright, I was just thinking that no princes have been shown in-game while there are plenty of princesses named Zelda. Sheik was just an idea of a boy name that was passed down. And the psychic thing was that it seemed the only tangible thing a Zelda could pass down to her heirs. If you have any suggestions for an item, I would be most grateful.
Here's my application.

Well, looks like one or two of my RPs are dying off. Mind if I join now?
Ivalice to @Leolycan. Ivalice to @Leolycan. Mayday, Mayday.
The leg slashed orc desperately crawled and reached out for the human warrior's ankle, not wanting it said that a mere human had bested him. But Alice had seen the motion, and prepared. While the other orc still tried to push through her shield, which was surprisingly easier than she expected, she bent backwards and preformed a backwards cut at his neck. Bloodly liquid poured out and the orc collasped in to the snowy ground. The village girl then tried for a belly thrust of her remaining opponent, but he parried, pushed her blade to the side, and tried his own thrust.

The blond girl countered by sidesteping and catching the blade with her shield. Then while the orc was still vulnerable, she turned towards its side and stabbed through the exposed armpit. She then slid her blade up and prepared for a counterattack. But it never came. The orc collapsed from the blood coming forth and rested finally into the snow. Alice breathed heavily, not so much from exhaustion as of something she counldn't quite finger. The sight to the blood on her sword seemed to sicken her. As she tried wiping it off on the snow, Alice reflected upon their fallen foes resemblance to the blacksmith.

But she just kept shaking it off as well as the feeling of repulsion, thinking she shouldn't feel this way. Never hearing about the normal symptoms to killing humans and their kin, even if they acted monsterish most of the time. The village girl then turned to the one Veo had shot and spotted the blue gem. She storde over and picked it up, sheathing her sword and placing her shield as she went. "Well, here's your jewel, Mr. Veo,"Alice said as she held it out to him. "Whoever this is for must be really lucky."
"The clones are streaming through the main doors, guns ablazing," replied Jasma, already glad that T'ish was here now. "Some knights were leading youngling groups out in an attempt to get them out of the temple while others stayed to fight. The Archivists are still in here, seemed like they have now decided to back the drives and take the manuscripts out. Xai was with me, but I sent him to find his master. I saw Seris earlier but I'm not sure..."

Then the Miralukan call was heard, "T'ish? Jasma? Is that you? Can you hear me? Master Worror is with me, can you get to us?"

"That answers that question," said the Twi'lek. "The make it up as we go along plan, the you shield while I extract plan, or do you have something else in mind, master?"
Alright, I'll get a post up soon.
We've both been busy, I move the story slower than you.
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