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Ascension: A Monster's Tale

Well it may be more appropriate to move it to advanced if that meets your preferences better, but I don't see a problem with having a certain standard for your RP. As long as you're not overly rude about telling people what you except (like saying 'you suck and are a bad writer with no skill' or something, which as far as I can tell you haven't) and what needs to be changed I think that applying to a RP is kind of the same as accepting the GM's standards. I mean you don't have to keep going if you don't want to but that's just my thoughts on it. ^.^

Ascension: A Monster's Tale

@Alupi Aw don't quit. I didn't put up a character sheet yet because I wasn't very confident on what I could put for history. Like how old can we be? Are we exsisting since Typon showed up or can we do it afterwards? What would life be with us during Typon's reign? Is the shunning more like kill on sight or 'argh we don't serve your kind here'?

The Gamer Squad: Escape The Mainframe

Also waiting, on either a player or a GM post.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

@Ammokkx So I guess the sneak around group is just going to bust into rooms and stuff. Want us to post that we're doing that and you respond after that since we can't describe the rooms or you wanna do somthin else?

Closed. Ignore it.

I bet you haven't even read the manga you fake weaboo.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@harinezumikouken@Lugubrious

Krysthane turned at yet another arrival. Oh, it was Abel. He looked nice with his freshly combed hair. Meanwhile her mane of hair felt rather, rumpled. "Uh, not really. Or if you are everybody else seems to be doing it as well so that's alright." she said with a hint of humor through a half-veiled sigh. She was about to continue when Sepia addressed her crowding attendants and Krysthane stepped forward in surprise. She'd been shot?! Well freaking wonder she wasn't okay. When had that happened? It must've been after they'd split up. What kind of team leader didn't know when a teammates had gotten shot!? Shiro seemed just as concerned as she was, no, even more so. Krysthane was still trying to figure out what to say when Sepia gave her a glance and some surprisingly comforting words. The maid appeared to be extremely concerned for Sepia, understandably so, and something of a nurse as well. And her name was Yue. "Okay." Krsythane said decisively, putting her hands out as if to pause everyone.

"Sepia you need to either let Yue fix you up some or go to Beacon and get patched up." She then turned to Skyra "Pizza and fun yes. Drinking we can talk about later." Moving right along she addressed Abel and Shiro next, "As for you two, our mission was kind of a downer for a few reasons and we plan on eating pizza and having fun. You are welcome to come along." Krysthane looked satisfied for a moment, then quickly turned into the face of someone who knew they'd forgotten something "Ah and Yue! If you wanna come too you can. If Sepia decides she wants to keep going we'll need someone around to make sure she doesn't die or anything." Krysthane gave a confident grin at that, that should be everything. It'd be nice to go out and have some fun, especially with some other students.

Closed. Ignore it.

Once that onepunchnerd guy posts that should be enough to get us started. ^.^

Closed. Ignore it.

The Wise-Man

Title: The Wise-Man

Appearance:

Domain: Wisdom, Advancement, Balance

Alignment: Good

Personality: The Wise-Man is a fairly passive god. He is proud of his race but believes in their self sufficiency.

Symbol:


Method of Worship: The Wise-Man desires little in the form of worship. Three times a day for reflection and meditation.

Race he made: Muliods

Muliods

Race Name : Muliods

Description: Muliods are large than humans on average, the shorter ones standing at 6 feet and the largest at 9 feet when adults. They are humanoid in appearance, with the exception of an additional pair of arms, about in between the shoulders and the waist. This extra pair of arms is slighter smaller and used for tasks requiring finesse or polite gestures. The larger, significantly stronger upper arms, are used for hard work, though both sets of arm may be used simultaneously. Their skin pigment is a dark green generally associated with that of orcs, though naturally the color varies slightly from individual to individual.

Strengths: Muliods are naturally large and powerful, in addition to an extra set of arms that allows them to do many things faster and more effectively.

Weaknesses: Muliods have require more food then an equally portioned race to run their strong, multi limbed, bodies.

Economy/Industry : Muliods rely primarily on agriculture, though they have some skill in the finer arts and tool making.

Buildings

Nusury: A fairly large building near the center of any group of Muliod buildings. It's made out of wood and mud and partly underground.

Council Room: Perhaps the largest building, it is a large circular room with a stone table at the middle where the tribe leader and his council meet.

Farms: Surprisingly large plots of land dedicated to farming of various crops. Each of these has a storehouse close to it. Additionally some Muliod keep smaller farms by their houses.

Trial Stones: A set of small stone tables that allow Muliod's to arm wrestle with both arms simultaneously.

Method of making more of their kind : Mammals

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

Three of my college teachers disappointed me this semester. My late class started today. Now its four.

Magic Apprentices -Private-

Morgana gave the door one last tug and turned around at the sound of the roars getting closer. To her mild surprise there were actual dragons. In three colors no less. Morgana took a brief moment to evaluate what to do. The door was locked. She was too frail to break it down, picking it would take too long and it was probably magicked. Plus there probably wasn't any other way into the cabin, even if there was it wouldn't keep them safe. She couldn't outrun dragons since, you know, they were massive and had wings. Game over. Morgana leaned against the cabin wall nonchalantly and stared down the black dragon. "Chicken." she said flatly, loud enough to be heard across the distance. It occurred to her that she should be trembling from fear and either grovelling, running, or fighting for her life. Perhaps she in shock. Nah, it was just that she had decided if she was going to die here, then she sure as hell wasn't going to make a fool of herself doing so.