Rtron and I have PAD 2 for a medical collab between Serena and Vellios, at least. I want to get that collab cranked out so I can get Vellios sorted out.
Fallenreaper
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STATUS: Yes, I'm an oversize child. Deal with it. :P 7 yrs ago
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Yes, I'm an oversize child. Deal with it. :P
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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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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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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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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
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It's more that I'm not sure I should be involved at all, rather than time or situational constraints.
Sending PM hun.
So I may need to drop out of this, sorry all.
Instead of dropping out, you could delay your entrance and just have your Jedi on the side lines until you're confident you can officially enter the RP.
In addition, currently we're in serious need of more Jedi Rescuers, Strike and Prisoners as we've gotten a high number of Sith as it is.
@Arista
Nice to meet you. If you're interested in the rp, there's a IRC link for discord where you can pop in and say hello. We don't bite, I promise and it might give you a chance to see how you mesh with the current cast. ^-^
Nice to meet you. If you're interested in the rp, there's a IRC link for discord where you can pop in and say hello. We don't bite, I promise and it might give you a chance to see how you mesh with the current cast. ^-^
@Arista: *waves at*
Kriv watched her with curiosity. His muzzle let out a subtle yawn and his hand raised to hide it, his eyes then noted where he had left his pack. It was still slumped against the booth bench. It had completely slipped his mind and immediately, Kriv began to bend down to scoop it up by the strap. He had just secured it across his shoulder when he noticed Jen notch an arrow, drawing his eyebrow into an arch. Her statement was enough to cause him consider she had a point.
When she moved past him, his figure tensed when he felt Jen’s hand trail along his midriff. His knuckles briefly tightened about his staff end causing his eyes to snap to her instantly. She hadn’t seem to notice his reaction to her gesture, much to his relief, and continued onward, her exotic floral scent filling his nostrils. Inhaling, he quickly walked in her wake.
His hands held his quarterstaff at the ready as she pushed the stone door open, then edged in. It looked like any kitchen backspace with ovens, cooking spaces and a block stained with blood for butchering meat. The rustic, iron scent of the crusted blood grew stronger the closer they walked toward it as they made their way deeper in. His scales tingled with awareness over the staff’s looks, likely wondering why two customers were wandering into the back and poking around. Despite the discomfort, Kriv kept close to Jen’s figure. At the creak of the sturdy, aged trapped door, his head looked toward the source and had been about to bent down to help when the woman’s warning reached his ears.
Kriv smiled warmly and stepped into her path, his larger figure blocked her path. “Don’t worry, that’s why we’re here. We’ll take care of the rats.”
He let Jenphira handle the rest as she warned against opening the trapdoor before they returned, something he agreed with. When Jen vanished into darkness of the cellar, he quickly followed and shut the door behind him. His feet smacked hard into the ground while he caught his balance, prepared for fall down, then nodded at Jen’s words. “No turning back now, uh? I hope the rats’ descriptions are just exaggerated and not accurate.”
It was undeniably a storage area when he entered the area. His scales shivered from the cool, his hand pulled his tunic tighter about him and kept close to Jen. A musty air, filled with a foul odor, reached his nose and immediately he fought a sour taste budding at the back of his throat. He thought for a moment he was going to throw up as he managed to swallow it down, then hear the faint scratching of something alive ahead of them.
His eyes stare at the door, his voice commenting on Jen’s statement. “I don’t know, but I know the monastery’s didn’t. I assume that’s not normal.”
When she moved past him, his figure tensed when he felt Jen’s hand trail along his midriff. His knuckles briefly tightened about his staff end causing his eyes to snap to her instantly. She hadn’t seem to notice his reaction to her gesture, much to his relief, and continued onward, her exotic floral scent filling his nostrils. Inhaling, he quickly walked in her wake.
His hands held his quarterstaff at the ready as she pushed the stone door open, then edged in. It looked like any kitchen backspace with ovens, cooking spaces and a block stained with blood for butchering meat. The rustic, iron scent of the crusted blood grew stronger the closer they walked toward it as they made their way deeper in. His scales tingled with awareness over the staff’s looks, likely wondering why two customers were wandering into the back and poking around. Despite the discomfort, Kriv kept close to Jen’s figure. At the creak of the sturdy, aged trapped door, his head looked toward the source and had been about to bent down to help when the woman’s warning reached his ears.
Kriv smiled warmly and stepped into her path, his larger figure blocked her path. “Don’t worry, that’s why we’re here. We’ll take care of the rats.”
He let Jenphira handle the rest as she warned against opening the trapdoor before they returned, something he agreed with. When Jen vanished into darkness of the cellar, he quickly followed and shut the door behind him. His feet smacked hard into the ground while he caught his balance, prepared for fall down, then nodded at Jen’s words. “No turning back now, uh? I hope the rats’ descriptions are just exaggerated and not accurate.”
It was undeniably a storage area when he entered the area. His scales shivered from the cool, his hand pulled his tunic tighter about him and kept close to Jen. A musty air, filled with a foul odor, reached his nose and immediately he fought a sour taste budding at the back of his throat. He thought for a moment he was going to throw up as he managed to swallow it down, then hear the faint scratching of something alive ahead of them.
His eyes stare at the door, his voice commenting on Jen’s statement. “I don’t know, but I know the monastery’s didn’t. I assume that’s not normal.”
Kriv nodded, inwardly amused by Jen’s reaction to doing what she considered a disgusting job. However, he didn’t state anything about it as he was pretty sure she would not take kindly to it and he had already pissed her off once. Doing it a second time, he wasn’t fully confident she would forgive so easily. His figure leaned in to listen, his hands clasped each other and his chin rested on them. His tail flickered with interest in a slow gait.
“Yes, I am and sounds fair.” He said, answering her question. “Shall we get started then?”
Without waiting long for an answer, he raised from his seat. His hand reached for his quarterstaff sitting behind him and used it for a walking staff while he looked back to Jen, hoping she would lead the way. This little job seemed easy but one thing did worry him. Why hadn’t the woman gotten her staff to eliminate the problem and save her the loss in profits. He shrugged off the thought as something minor, his mind came up with numerous explanations to fit the question’s answer.
“Yes, I am and sounds fair.” He said, answering her question. “Shall we get started then?”
Without waiting long for an answer, he raised from his seat. His hand reached for his quarterstaff sitting behind him and used it for a walking staff while he looked back to Jen, hoping she would lead the way. This little job seemed easy but one thing did worry him. Why hadn’t the woman gotten her staff to eliminate the problem and save her the loss in profits. He shrugged off the thought as something minor, his mind came up with numerous explanations to fit the question’s answer.
“We also had the whole ground where I could easily slide away,” Kriv mumbled, his scales seemed to get redder in his copperish scales. His muzzle bit his lower lip, his conscious feeling wary of this situation and naturally edged into more primal thoughts. He shook it away when he heard Jen shift from her seat. Her chair made a muffled sound as she pulledfrom her seat before heading through the crowd. Her worn cloak drifted off her shoulder revealing her better shaped clothes, looking elegant with her smooth motions, until she reached the bar. She hunched over to speak with the dwarfish woman.
He eyed, from his position, their conversation. At first, the rapid exchange of unheard words looked tense and he feared Jen’s charisma wasn’t enough causing him to edge toward the end of his seat. He slacked from his instinct when Jen and the woman nodded, the prior skirting back to the table shortly. Slowly, he shifted back into his seat. At her words, Kriv frowned. He long ago stopped being surprised at her abrupt mood swings, in his view point, and merely focused on this job. “Alright, what is this job?”
He eyed, from his position, their conversation. At first, the rapid exchange of unheard words looked tense and he feared Jen’s charisma wasn’t enough causing him to edge toward the end of his seat. He slacked from his instinct when Jen and the woman nodded, the prior skirting back to the table shortly. Slowly, he shifted back into his seat. At her words, Kriv frowned. He long ago stopped being surprised at her abrupt mood swings, in his view point, and merely focused on this job. “Alright, what is this job?”
Kriv relaxed at her reassurance nothing intimate would occur. His head leaned back against his seating’s wooden back and it pressed hard into his scales. It wasn’t the most comfortable in the world, but it was much better than the hard, cold ground by far. He let the warmth from the meal sink in, feeling content at last, and listened to her words. When she seemed to change her mind, his mind locked in a half sleepy haze, his head jerked upright. Slowly, he noted her gaze and concluded she was talking about another patron instead.
A little breath escaped his lips until she brushed her foot against his leg. Usually such an action was ignored, but she managed to catch the inside of his calf and raise a little high for his comfort. He fought the jerking instinct raising to his attention. His muzzle clamped down and teeth gnashing at each other as he forced himself to remain still. The word room, instead of rooms, was almost missed in his distraction.
His green eyes fixed on her with an expression that screamed disbelief, “You mean rooms right?”
A little breath escaped his lips until she brushed her foot against his leg. Usually such an action was ignored, but she managed to catch the inside of his calf and raise a little high for his comfort. He fought the jerking instinct raising to his attention. His muzzle clamped down and teeth gnashing at each other as he forced himself to remain still. The word room, instead of rooms, was almost missed in his distraction.
His green eyes fixed on her with an expression that screamed disbelief, “You mean rooms right?”
Kriv blinked and stared at the bowl, surprised it had been brought over without seemingly a word. His sights turned upon Jenphira as he realized her little ‘prayer’ might’ve been a spell instead. He briefly looked uncomfortable that she had read him so easily and then obeying her command, he reached for a roll from the plate. His claws easily punctured the soft bread then shifted it to slide into his bowl where it drank up the broth, making it mush and savory. Dipping his spoon to scoop up a potato and chicken chunk, he tried to stop himself from gorging himself in front of Jen.
He watched her flirt in her usual fashion before sending the male off once more. From his taste, Kriv could easily pick out the chicken, potatoes, leek, cabbage, and various other roots piled into the dish’s flavors which satisfied his preference for savory flavor. He took a small swig of ale again, his attention split between the meal and her. He tried the roll next, chewing into the soggy bit as it disappeared down his throat and left a warm, appealing sensation. Gradually his middle stopped rumbling its protests and hardened into a content ball, much to Kriv’s relief. More and more was gone when Jen finished her thoughts over his idea, his hand reached for another roll to sop up whatever remained.
While he chewed on it, Jen’s last comment immediately made him choke.
He coughed and sputtered, his mind naturally dove off into a road ditch of filthy thoughts, as he smacked his chest to clear his throat. After several moments, he quickly replied. “Ah…, n-no I’m fine. I’m good. I promise and you don’t have to.”
His hand scratched the back of his feathery head a bit in a common tick to hide his less than appropriate thoughts.
He watched her flirt in her usual fashion before sending the male off once more. From his taste, Kriv could easily pick out the chicken, potatoes, leek, cabbage, and various other roots piled into the dish’s flavors which satisfied his preference for savory flavor. He took a small swig of ale again, his attention split between the meal and her. He tried the roll next, chewing into the soggy bit as it disappeared down his throat and left a warm, appealing sensation. Gradually his middle stopped rumbling its protests and hardened into a content ball, much to Kriv’s relief. More and more was gone when Jen finished her thoughts over his idea, his hand reached for another roll to sop up whatever remained.
While he chewed on it, Jen’s last comment immediately made him choke.
He coughed and sputtered, his mind naturally dove off into a road ditch of filthy thoughts, as he smacked his chest to clear his throat. After several moments, he quickly replied. “Ah…, n-no I’m fine. I’m good. I promise and you don’t have to.”
His hand scratched the back of his feathery head a bit in a common tick to hide his less than appropriate thoughts.
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