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STATUS: Yes, I'm an oversize child. Deal with it. :P 7 yrs ago
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7 yrs ago
Current Yes, I'm an oversize child. Deal with it. :P
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8 yrs ago
That moment you've got too many rp ideas floating in your head, but you don't want to overwhelm yourself? Yeah... I'm right there, suffering in silence.
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8 yrs ago
RP hunting is like finding the rare toy in the cereal box. Doable, but the time and effort is nearly more than I can bare!
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9 yrs ago
That amazing high when you realized how far you've come in improving your writing. It's impossible to describe, but drowns you in a positive glow.
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9 yrs ago
I love being a terrible person by making my PCs' lives miserable, it's art form that never gets old or boring.
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Username.....Fallenreaper
Nicknames....Fallen (preferred), Reaper, Devour of lost souls, etc.
Gender..........Female
Sign...............Libra (true to sign surprisingly)
Occupation....Wandering and exploring the caves of my insane mind
Location.........USA (Lost in the Cornfields!)

Status............Stable.



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Advance RP

Create-A-Hero
Accepting: GM/Co-GM Nitemare Shape, Hound55, & Dedonus


Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies
Still Accepting: GM TheDuncanMorgan


Casual RP

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising
Accepting: GM Almalthia, Co GM Pilatus


Legacy of Heroes: The New Age
Accepting: GM Jessie Targaryen, Co GMs Alfhedil and Apollosarcher


Nation RP

None

Arena RP

None yet.

Extra Stuff Featuring: Flight Rising.

Most Recent Posts

In Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
“I’m not the one that spends gold like it’s water.” Kriv replied back to her counter, noting Jen’s little habit. His head leaned in and formed into an accusing face, his eyes narrowed and stared directly at her. If it wasn’t for his softer edges, his youth easily seen, than he could’ve made an intimidating figure. Living on the basics wasn’t completely terrible as back at the monastery, he had nothing considered elegant or unnecessary for substance. This gave him little experience with luxury, something that Jen had more familiar with.

Until his traveling with the troupe, he had only seen a gold piece a few times in his life and that was when travelers repaid the monks in whatever they believed was fair. Feeling bad for seeming to accuse Jen with the truth, his breath sighed again then apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m just...worried. It doesn’t help I haven’t had much of an appetite since we left and I worry a bit about our next step.”

He slouched back into his booth end and stared at his ale for a moment. His eyes peered up when she spoke again, her lips moved in what he usually assumed was a prayer, then dig in. His eyes averted into the crowds and allowed her to finish her meal in peace without hovering, hungry glances on the untouched rolls. Kriv listened when she laid out her plans for their future, trying to ignore the aromas making his tongue water within his muzzle. For a moment, he regretted not requesting something and tossed the thought away best he could.

“I don’t want to put you out,” Kriv piped up when she mentioned staying in the tavern for free, her attention turned to the patrons. It wasn’t hard to tell or at least guess what Jen was thinking in the young Dragonborn’s mind. When she finished, he commented. “Through if you’re sore, I could try to work out some of the kinks in your muscles. As for who to contact to get information, I’m going to have to leave that to you. However, we could likely ask our current server for information over work. He might know some place fitting for our talent or at least some local gossip?”

He was hesitant on his idea. It was obvious in his voice to his body language, his doubt lingered in his words since he didn’t know the damage it might cause. “Unless you have a better idea where to start?”

In Over → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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Experimental Team

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Cade was trying to hold himself together. His sense of orientation gave away at realizing he was upside down and his figure froze in place, his heart edged into his throat where it was choking him. For a few moments he tried to register what was happening. Sadly, his mind had difficulty grasping the truth. His knees felt weak and he half expected to be falling toward the floor where his neck would crack, killing him. His eyes snapped close to shut out the experience while he swallowed the fresh bile wave edging toward his throat. For a moment it helped. His legs straightened and kept firm, allowing him to remain standing. Cade sensed Samad draw near, his voice sharp and irritated, him when he spoke.

“Are you happy now? Look what you being human did.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t.” Samad snapped, his eyes penetrating into his partner’s idiocy, his tone lowering to a hiss. “Why didn’t you just stop when I told you to? Was it that hard to trust me?”

“Yes, and you know why.” Cade said through gritted teeth.

“They were already dead, Cade. I did what I had to and honestly, it was more merciful than you wanted to.”

“I wanted to give them a chance, you took that away from them. They were just children. They could’ve been saved, I’m a doctor, and I know how long a body has before-”

“You’re fooling yourself. You wanted to believe the children had a chance, but did you really look at them? They would’ve died even if we let ARMO get to them. Personally, they were much more lucky than you were.” Samad interrupted with a harsh reality, an event neither wanted to remember and divided them from the beginning. The Iranian’s head turned to the door but didn’t go through it, knowing Cade’s stupidity got them both into a messy situation earlier and he wasn’t about to repeat it. It wasn’t a guaranteed it would lead them to the same room as before so their best option was to wait.

As predicted, the world righted itself abruptly. A little too abruptly cause Cade’s weak knees to give out from under him, his figure immediately fell into the pavement and landing on his ass. He hissed in pain while he pulled his hand up to see he had slightly scraped himself. Sighing, the blonde raised his arm to Samad and telepathically tried to get his attention. ‘Help… Samad, I need some help.”

Annoyed he was being ignored, Cade looked toward his partner.

Samad had been unfazed by the whole experience, but he had become distracted. Curious, Cade turned to look at the direction Samad was. He spotted the Kian patriarch, his wife and Lei Gong, the couple looked rather rattled by an event they all had missed. Something odd was noted by the blonde as he spied the woman hold her waist protectively. As if… his curiosity vanished when Samad roughly tugged him finally.

“Oww.”

“Stop being a baby, if I wanted to rip your arm off than I would.” Samad stated plainly, letting go of Cade.

Huffing under his breath, Cade rolled up his sleeve as revealed his wound. “Just hand me my bag, please.”

Samad handed him the bag without another word, allowing Cade to sterilize the wound and wrap it up. He could’ve used alchemy to mend it but it would gradually cost him his sanity, a fact he aimed to delay for however long he could.
In Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kriv looked confused for a moment at what she referred to, then it dawned on him. Gingerly, his finger raised to trace the area around his eye. A slight pain edged into his attention and caused him to hiss in reaction, his head drawn away from his claw. Gently he set it back down with an answer, his muzzle’s smirk turned into a sheepish one. “Yeah, better than myself I’m afraid. I encountered some bandits on the road and… well, I didn’t do too well and took off. Thankfully, they didn’t manage to follow me.”

He was a bit embarrassed by the situation to be honest. His horned head turned to the barmaid coming their way and folded his arms upon the table, watching the man place the tray down. Kriv chuckled a bit at the comment about Jen eating like a bird. As long as he knew her, Jen had never eaten more than half her weight in anything. Then again, the troupe always had a massive stew pot with meat, vegetables, and spices mixed in to give it a rich, hearty flavor he found tasty. Through his appetite had gradually returned when Jen arrived, he knew their funds would dwindled if they were careful and he wasn’t about to help them. He let Jenphira handle the dwarf and kept quiet. He kept his attention on his ale, stirring it a bit before venturing a taste.

The flavor was bitter and harsh on his tongue. When server finally left, he spoke. “You realize our funds will run dry if we’re careless.”

His oxidize eyes stared back at her with concern and worry, softening his usually hardened curves. He sighed than thoughtfully asked the very question that likely on both of their minds. “Umm, any idea what to do next?”
In Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kriv had arrived first. His hooded cloak, a simple grey one, hid his features under its wide covering as he had moved into the city and sought the tavern Jenphira told him about. He regrettably requested directions from a few individuals, most gruff and grumbled about his nativity before they moved on hastily. Racism was never present within the temple, all the monks had treated him as an equal. Within traveling with the troupe, their whereabouts likely locked within a dungeon within Kethorn, did he realized the real world wasn’t like the temple he was raised in. People found Dragonborn frightening and his appearance put them at unease, namely due to the fact he resembled his dragonkin so well in humanoid form.

Thankfully, a human woman took pity upon him then directed him to the Horse’s meadhall. He thanked her before strolling in, his body pressed about and shoved during the noon hour. Among all the tables, the one in the back remained untouched and in his thoughtlessness, he sat down into it. Circumstances didn’t seem to care if he was taught better.

As he waited for Jen, he stared into the opposite booth.. His eyes glazed in thought and tension spread through his scaled hid, obviously a nervous wreck on the inside. Each time he heard a clatter of chairs, his figure jerked in alarm and nearly rose out of his seat to flee. Upon acknowledging his idiocy, he gradually slide back down with a forced mental order to relax echoing in his head. His knuckles were white from his grip about his untouched mug, the liquid stirred slightly from the rumbling in the tavern.

When Jen slid into his peripheral vision, Kriv flinched. His horned skull wiper about and pure panic flooded his features, his right eye slightly purplish from a skirmish on the road. Naturally, he ran from it being inexperienced in combat and no shape to truthfully fight. His heart beated within his chest hard as he gradually loosened the worry in his figure, relaxing slowly back into his seat when he realised it was Jen. A smirk crossed his snout.

“Jen-” Kriv started to say then stopped himself, barely, from blurting out her full name. His expression became apologetic as his hand clasped over his muzzle, ceasing anymore sound. Lowering it down, he began to speak in a quiet tone. “Since noon and I don’t think so… From what I was shown, no one seems to the least bit interested in me. I tried to get another table, but this was the only one left and I was more worried if you would be able to make or I would have request a room.”
In Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Hey folks, internet was a little spotty on my trip so I didn't have as much access as I thought I would. I'll be home sometime tonight.


*hugs*
In Tirasea - Brave New Worlds (Closed) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay


Kriv's Journal

In Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
THE NEXT MORNING


Location: Raptor Pack’s home, Albany NY
Time: Near Noon (Day after the Soulstone creation)



Ben snored against the cushioned surface where the metas left him, a couch. Under the scratchy blanket, he curled into a ball and shifted subtly into a new position. The dull ache of last night edged into his awareness. He didn’t want to get up as he twisted on the narrow sofa, his arm pulled the blanket with him along the way. His figure sank into the cushions a bit more causing his eyes to snap open. This wasn’t his bed came the deep, dark realization. He jerked upright, his muscles cramped with each movement, as he panned the living room’s scenery. A twitch of his skin at the air’s chill made his eyes tilt down and found himself naked, much to his chagrin. Hands collected then wrapped the scratchy blanket tighter about his waist and pelvis, his weakened figure edging off the edge of his makeshift bed.

He paused there as his right hand wiped away the grit collection in his vision, clearing it up finally. This wasn’t good, he thought bitterly. He was visibly rattled when the memories of last night poured into his mind and shivered, his head shaking off his nerves. Inhaling slowly, Ben pushed off the sofa carefully then stabilized himself upon his two feet. His left hand flipped down to fist a section of the blanket over his bare hips and called out, his voice scratched and raw with each word.

“Hello… anyone there? Shit-”

Ben let out a curse as his right leg twitched then folded underneath him. His form crumbled instantly and caused him to lean against the edge, his expression soured by his own weakness. He was so tired that it wasn’t funny. It was then he noticed his appearance. Namely the blood and grime that still stained his white surface, then caused him to grit his teeth in anger. This wasn’t suppose to happen, he thought in fury and confusion. Why? Why did it happen now instead of tomorrow? The question was answered by silence as he sighed, his arm reached for the sofa arm to pull himself back up. His fisted hand kept its position to reserve some modesty in the situation when his attention turned to the sound of footsteps padding into the room.
In Calling All Jedi and Sith! → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
So, what exactly has changed from the last incarnation? Because I'd love to play Talija again.


  • 1. The Sith, Prisoners, Rescuers/Strike Team are all going to be starting off in different times during the intro posts, but quickly merge into the same timeline this time.
  • 2. Timestamps still exist, but instead of going minute by minute it will pretty much be hourly at least. Giving some much needed slack for events and looser time.
  • 3. The location isn't on a ship, but on a planet compound owned by Darth Nyiss.
  • 4. There will be GM made guides and resources for Players to reference, namely over the Jedi early life-Knighthood and Sith early life/Acolyte-Apprentice including information over Lords and Darths.


Those are a few I can list off the top of my head. @Ellri & @Sundered Echo can likely add more if they wish on what I said.
In Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
MENTAL IRRITATIONS


Location: Bak May’s home within ChinaTown, Lost Haven ME
Time: Near Sundown



Racheli hated the daytime. She couldn't sleep without something nagging at her mind and pulling it from slumber, gradually edging back into awareness. She didn't fucking need it, truthfully. However, the restlessness was gradually getting to her. Icarus’ explanations over her changes unfolded into her focus and drew a irritated sigh. She scratched head, more in habit than need, before she slipped from the temporally cot Bak May offered earlier.

It was actually a bench, the surface had been hard and stuff against her back. This likely didn't help her to relax in the least. Cracking her neck, she let the spine give a sharp pop then loosen from its tensed posture as she looked about.

Several young men, a few much older than their teens, proceeded to bat at wooden dummies. Their fists, arms and more became blurred gestures while they protected their torso and avoided attacks. It naturally caught her attention as she stared, watching them spar and train their bodies into weapons. Still sitting with her arms upon her thighs, Rach wiped at her eye then examined her hand.

Not a speck of grit in it.

A deep, male voice chucked in her mind. Her skin bubbled with fear and her skeleton tensed in instinct. She bother looking to her right when the virus projected itself once more. Michael materialized gradually. His shape outline formed first, then sharpness in his image and finally a solid feel to his presence.

He was grinning at her through her peripheral vision causing her to snort in disgust. Her vision returned to the fighters while she tried to ignore him and enjoy the scenery. The virus wasn't that easily discouraged by her display. He stepped quietly toward her then lowered himself, settling into a free spot beside her. He matched her posture until Racheli shifted, her figure leaned back against the bench’s wall and right foot pulled up under her left.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Racheli ignored his attempt to chatter. Her lips pressed tightly as fingers dug stubbornly into her jeans, her head remained straight ahead.

“you can't ignore me forever… Baby girl.”

Heat, a coiling and writhing fury, edged from her body’s core and through her figure. It caused her to tension up and turned her vision, red dancing along the edges, before she spoke. Her tone became dripping with spite in every word. “Don’t you ever call me that again.”

“Then stop ignoring me or I'll choose another form you can't bare to look at.” Michael hissed quietly, his figure leaned in slightly then pulled away. He was starting to think this form was an ill choice but he didn't have other options. If he face claimed Gabriel, Justine or another than likely Racheli would've triggered even more. Not something that helpful in the end for his goals.

“What the hell do you want?”

He sighed then continued. “Just to talk. You're no long human, as Gabriel puts it, so why still try to act like one?”

“I am human because I chose to be. Something you never were.” Rach spat, then pressed her back more firmly into the wall.

She tried to enjoy the display of fighters but it already fucking spoiled and nothing she did would change that. With her mood spoiled Rach moved off the bench, her hand reached for her discarded jacket near the exit. She swing it about where her right arm slid into the sleeve and was followed by the left, her hands securing it in place. She inhaled then touched her bicycle chain choker. Immediately the metal melted and liquified before snaking its way onto her face, where it formed her mask again. Through the thick material she turned to Evergreen and Bak May. Her tone was deep and difficult to make out, but her meaning was clear. “I’m heading out early, I need to move .”
In Calling All Jedi and Sith! → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
@NarcissisticPotato: Both versions, but keep in mind that there's been notable changes to location and other aspects of the rp. The GMs have been adapting this rp with each version and it's only gotten better and better with each attention, the base player group gradually and steadily growing over time.

After Guild fall: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83-star-wars-coruscant-sacked-aftermath/ooc
Second Version: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/81070-coruscant-sacked-aftermath/ooc
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