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STATUS: I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya 11 yrs agoStatus
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I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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Oh, kudos for blood donation! Your helping someone somewhere!
And great posting everyone ^_^ There is a lot to respond to...
... so I posted myself!
And great posting everyone ^_^ There is a lot to respond to...
... so I posted myself!
“What the hell is that?!” The samurai yelled at Hibiscus. As she scratched the inside of her ear, he approached and changed his tone. “How cute, so affectionate to you. What do you feed it?”. The samurai smiled at her, then knelt and reached out toward the hound.
She sat back, keeping her face a mask. She considered intervening, thought about answering his questions cordially and politely. She might have said something in a soft but shrill voice such as:Wait, he’s sleeping and doesn’t like strangers! Oh and I feed him flesh tee-hee. Instead, Hibiscus decided that experience was the best way for anyone to learn not to pet strange-sleeping dogs.
Instead, the intercom interrupted the action, the samurai drew back before he got to close to the dog.
He left her before Hibiscus could say anything, the samurai was cursing the boy and giving new orders.
She let the others file out first. When Hibiscus stood so did her dog, the hound looked around the room with empty eyescokets, and kept closely to her right side as she walked.
When she opened her hands to receive her own Vert, the samurai said “Come with me after you gather your equipment.”
’Is he impressed by my dog?’ she wondered.
She followed the others to their lockers. “Let’s see what kind of equipment a magical peace corp requires…”
“Let’s see… Armor made from Carbonadium, Dura-Ceramic AND fate silk? I’m impressed, this operation is well funded…” She struggled with the armor for a few minutes, unsure of how to wear it. When she was finished she felt like a caterpillar strapped into a too-tight cocoon. The hound sat a few feet away from her and waited. “Does this make me look fat?” She asked him. The hound said nothing, regarding her without eyes or opinion. The tip of his tale wiggled ever-so-slightly.
“What else do we got in here. A few instant seeds, interesting. Medi-Gel, hm. Mana batteries.” These stored energy in beautiful blue gemstones. “Pretty.” She put the gems and gels into the various pockets and pouches provided by her armor.
When she was done she and the hound met up with the samurai and a small group of students. They entered a smaller ship called the Glyph.
Hibiscus sat, and her hound occupied a seat beside her. She buckled him in and then herself. She was surprised to see the Samurai connect his Vert to the ship, his personal artificial digital lady appeared instantly before them, and began to ‘assist’ with the takeoff and navigation.
’These are more than just training devices. She thought to herself, and wondered at what their deeper purpose and function might serve. She closed her eyes to ponder the matter, and remained that way for the rest of the rather-rough-ride.
[/i]“OUT OF MY SHIP!”[/i]
Unbuckling the hound gave Hibiscus the excuse to, once again, be the last out. He handed her a gun.
The cold metal felt awkward in her hand. “Yes, we come in peace.” She muttered, quickly tucking the thing into a holster.
She thought it odd to ‘train on the field’, however, perhaps the man was speaking in jest or sarcasm. Her fellow ‘students’ likely had their own experiences and talents, even Blueberry seemed to know how to use a sword. These recruits were not unskilled novices, they were only new to one another.
The other possibility is that the Corps had no choice, the situation here was so bad that they had to arm and send out the newest recruits at the drop of a hat.
Hibiscus set her eyes on the horizon and held out her hand. The hound’s nose touched her palm instantly. Reassuring one another with this brief connection.
The Glyph left the group alone to face the trouble ahead.
Blueberry and his friends, gathered and talked in a jovial manner.
The necromancer tuned them out, she stooped, placing her left hand on the ground. The soil was uneasy, the dead within it did not rest. Hibiscus imagined that they would rather itch, scratch, and pick at themselves, they were hungry, they could smell the living that dared to tread above them. It was as if the weight of the dirt itself was the only thing keeping them still…
“Has this place become a shadowland?”
She sat back, keeping her face a mask. She considered intervening, thought about answering his questions cordially and politely. She might have said something in a soft but shrill voice such as:Wait, he’s sleeping and doesn’t like strangers! Oh and I feed him flesh tee-hee. Instead, Hibiscus decided that experience was the best way for anyone to learn not to pet strange-sleeping dogs.
Instead, the intercom interrupted the action, the samurai drew back before he got to close to the dog.
He left her before Hibiscus could say anything, the samurai was cursing the boy and giving new orders.
She let the others file out first. When Hibiscus stood so did her dog, the hound looked around the room with empty eyescokets, and kept closely to her right side as she walked.
When she opened her hands to receive her own Vert, the samurai said “Come with me after you gather your equipment.”
’Is he impressed by my dog?’ she wondered.
She followed the others to their lockers. “Let’s see what kind of equipment a magical peace corp requires…”
“Let’s see… Armor made from Carbonadium, Dura-Ceramic AND fate silk? I’m impressed, this operation is well funded…” She struggled with the armor for a few minutes, unsure of how to wear it. When she was finished she felt like a caterpillar strapped into a too-tight cocoon. The hound sat a few feet away from her and waited. “Does this make me look fat?” She asked him. The hound said nothing, regarding her without eyes or opinion. The tip of his tale wiggled ever-so-slightly.
“What else do we got in here. A few instant seeds, interesting. Medi-Gel, hm. Mana batteries.” These stored energy in beautiful blue gemstones. “Pretty.” She put the gems and gels into the various pockets and pouches provided by her armor.
When she was done she and the hound met up with the samurai and a small group of students. They entered a smaller ship called the Glyph.
Hibiscus sat, and her hound occupied a seat beside her. She buckled him in and then herself. She was surprised to see the Samurai connect his Vert to the ship, his personal artificial digital lady appeared instantly before them, and began to ‘assist’ with the takeoff and navigation.
’These are more than just training devices. She thought to herself, and wondered at what their deeper purpose and function might serve. She closed her eyes to ponder the matter, and remained that way for the rest of the rather-rough-ride.
[/i]“OUT OF MY SHIP!”[/i]
Unbuckling the hound gave Hibiscus the excuse to, once again, be the last out. He handed her a gun.
The cold metal felt awkward in her hand. “Yes, we come in peace.” She muttered, quickly tucking the thing into a holster.
She thought it odd to ‘train on the field’, however, perhaps the man was speaking in jest or sarcasm. Her fellow ‘students’ likely had their own experiences and talents, even Blueberry seemed to know how to use a sword. These recruits were not unskilled novices, they were only new to one another.
The other possibility is that the Corps had no choice, the situation here was so bad that they had to arm and send out the newest recruits at the drop of a hat.
Hibiscus set her eyes on the horizon and held out her hand. The hound’s nose touched her palm instantly. Reassuring one another with this brief connection.
The Glyph left the group alone to face the trouble ahead.
Blueberry and his friends, gathered and talked in a jovial manner.
The necromancer tuned them out, she stooped, placing her left hand on the ground. The soil was uneasy, the dead within it did not rest. Hibiscus imagined that they would rather itch, scratch, and pick at themselves, they were hungry, they could smell the living that dared to tread above them. It was as if the weight of the dirt itself was the only thing keeping them still…
“Has this place become a shadowland?”
OOOH! They can respond to each other in their writings... at some point they could have a debate! We could build up all this tension as they read each others articles and get more and more angry with the other. And when they meet... we will see what happens XD
Category: Annoying reporter! Much in the spirit of the original books I thought. XD
Prints Avoid said
So much talk of helping Muggles. Honestly, the wizarding world should just say, "Hey, go ahead an use all the nuclear energy you want. Let us be and we'll just vanish away the waste for you and set up some protective charms just in case." Or just design a generator that can take advantage of summoning, banishing and duplication spells. If anything, energy companies are probably the people driving this anti-wizard movement. A whole world-wide community of people who can break the law of conservation of energy with a few words and gestures? That's bad for business.
What Wizards *Should* do and what they *will* do is very different. Wizards have not helped muggles out all this time, why would they start now? I don't think ti is about business. There is a DEEP cultural divide between the wizard and muggle world that, despite the incident with Voldermort and the big-reveal, has not been bridged. Even if one CAN solve someone elses problems should they? Can they really? It's complicated to say the least...
... this is a good 'bridge' to intro my new character! A muggle reporter. She will NOT be a consistent character, but I will occasional write up some articles or something by her.
Name: Olesia Darby
Age: 30
Year: N/A
Gender: Female
House: N/A
Magical Heritage: Muggle
Appearance:
Backstory/Personality:
Olesia is a journalist and activist.
She always showed a talent for writing and storytelling. As a child she would write little plays and force her family members to perform them. She particularly liked fairy tales and fantasy. She went to all the best schools, all and all she was a bright and well behaved girl with a promising future.
Everything changed when she was 10 years old. She was orphaned by death eaters during Voldemort's rising. They were one of many muggle victims during that time. The exact circumstances of their death remained a mystery, as well as exactly who the killers were and their purpose.
Her parents were dead and magic revealed in the same day. Her worldview changed drastically.
Olesia was taken in by her other family members. She started going to public schools. She began to question authority and retaliate constantly. It wasn’t simple teenage rebellion, her disruptive actions always served a purpose: feminism, racism, equality, the environment. She kept writing, but instead of fairy tales she began to write angry letters to her principal and senators. She was passed around various family members as she was expelled from various middle and high schools for various acts of civil disobedience.
In college she went City University of London to study journalism. She began to turn her critical eye to the wizarding world among other things. As dissent was growing among muggles toward their magical neighbors, Olesia added in her voice, and perhaps persuaded others to join.
She has won a few awards for her editorials in college. She writes independently, but she has a following and is published in many popular muggle journals, magazines and newspapers. Especially when she writes about Wizards.
She has been called out for toeing the line between activist and radical. Her response is “Call me a radical if you wish, but don’t call me a ‘muggle’, us so-called-’muggles’ need to start asking the hard questions, and asking as loud as we can until we get answers.”
She is currently working on an article titled “Are you a good witch, or a bad witch? And why the question is irrelevant.”
Wand: none
Personal items and pets: Sketchbook, notepad, and tape recorder, and camera are on her person at all times.
Special Gifts and Abilities: A gift for provocative words, riling up the masses to a cause.
Hahaha! Glad you liked it! We will see how things progress. :)
Posted ^_^
Hibiscus sat in the back of the room. Her sunken eyes peering over the heads of the other students. She could hardly see the first speaker, a child. It hardly mattered, he had a loud voice and a large vocabulary.
'Technical pacifism?' She scoffed, thinking to herself 'So much for being a 'peace' corps.'
Behind her, curled up, was a dog. Sort-of. From afar the canine appeared to be a limber and lean doberman. Up close, one would notice the beast had no eyes. The hound was curled up, his back to hers, appearing to sleep.
Next up was the samurai, tall enough for Hibiscus to see clearly. She listened passively as he went over 'learning-types' then the 'verts'. A younger member with blueberry hair asked a question. 'Hah, afraid that he is not-so-clever after all?'
She didn't understand the emotional connection that the samurai had for the 'Verts'. 'Like children? They are only constructs.' She doubted this man had any actual children. Perhaps it was a way for him to fulfill his paternal yearnings.
She didn't know anyone else in the room, she was new to the corps, and she didn't have any questions. So she leaned back, waiting, while her hound continued to sleep.
'Technical pacifism?' She scoffed, thinking to herself 'So much for being a 'peace' corps.'
Behind her, curled up, was a dog. Sort-of. From afar the canine appeared to be a limber and lean doberman. Up close, one would notice the beast had no eyes. The hound was curled up, his back to hers, appearing to sleep.
Next up was the samurai, tall enough for Hibiscus to see clearly. She listened passively as he went over 'learning-types' then the 'verts'. A younger member with blueberry hair asked a question. 'Hah, afraid that he is not-so-clever after all?'
She didn't understand the emotional connection that the samurai had for the 'Verts'. 'Like children? They are only constructs.' She doubted this man had any actual children. Perhaps it was a way for him to fulfill his paternal yearnings.
She didn't know anyone else in the room, she was new to the corps, and she didn't have any questions. So she leaned back, waiting, while her hound continued to sleep.
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I doubt Haven would be invited on the run, I have an idea to get her out there and into the action. She perhaps is supposed to deliver some of her herbal medicine or pick up some of their produce for the inn. She could meet up with them there by 'accident'.
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