FateWeaver

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Morgan groaned, quite loudly in fact, as he looked at the pile of clothing arrayed on his bed. Judas was curled up in the center of the mess, looking rather content. Morgan had sworn up and down that he had packed a proper suit jacket, but now that he was actually looking for it, it was nowhere in sight. One hand pushed up into his hair to hold it out of his face, he glared around the room as though his persistence would make the article simply appear. This lasted several minutes before Morgan sighed and slumped his shoulders, resting his forehead against his palm. Giving up, he considered the idea of wearing his usual jacket over his dress shirt for only a second before deciding against it.

Sitting down at the edge of his bed, Morgan pats the top of his familiar's head before reaching down to pull on his black shoes. Once the laces are secure, he stands once more to peer into a mirror hung on the wall. His unruly hair had been rucked up by his fingers, but a few moments of brushing at it with his fingertips had everything looking semi-normal. Adjusting his scarf and studying his own eyes, Morgan contemplates the evening ahead of him. Though it was unlikely that either of his parents would be attending, he expected to see at least one of his older sisters. While they tended to tease him, he looked forward to seeing them again.

Finally breaking away from the mirror Morgan looks around, wondering if his roommate was still around or had already abandoned him for the ballroom. Nearly a full foot shorter and a handful of years younger, Morgan considers Sulley to be quite... intimidating. Especially when he smiles.

RWBY: The Last Dawn

Off to work, I'll check back in and maybe post in the morning.

RWBY: The Last Dawn

Do we have an official name for our first ship yet?

The Wanting World – A Fantasy RP

I made my post assuming unconciousness via blunt force trauma is close enough to count as 'sleep.' If not, let me know. For those curious, Morgan was kicked in the head by his horse when he was unseated, not an uncommon thing at a joust.

The Wanting World – A Fantasy RP

Sound assaulted Morgan's ears, and he shook his head to try to clear it. The sun above was blinding, even through his closed eyelids. The inside of his head still rang and his chest and back hurt from the earlier impact. But he had to get up, and take up sword and shield! The contest would not wait for him to recover.

When Morgan rolled to his side and opened his eyes however, it was not the sand of the jousting field he beheld through the visor of his helmet. Despite the weight of his platemail and the chain hauberk beneath, Morgan pushed himself into a kneeling position in time to note the two figures running off. Before he looked about more, however, he shed the heavy helm and pushed back the padded hood beneath. Forcing himself to stand, Morgan finally took in the others slowly coming to their senses about him and the fiery figure in the distance. Confusion distorted his thoughts at the scene, and his hand drew his broadsword before his mind bade it to do so.

"What new Hell is this?" Morgan whispers under his breath, thinking that he assuredly must have been struck fatally in the joust. Only two minor dents could be found in his armor however, one in the breastplate and one on the side of his helmet. No blood flowed from him, but that could easily be a trick of this afterlife. Turning at last to the flaming figure, Morgan started toward it with a determined stride. So far, it was the only thing he could see clearly native to this place, as the strangers around him wore a motley of clothing and equipment. Even if it destroyed him, it would answer at least one thing about this place.

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Made a (rather minor) change to my CS, in the extra section. It probably pretty much went without saying, but I decided to add it anyway.

Adrift In The Endless Sea

Hmm... I like this. Count me in.

RWBY: The Last Dawn

I'm up now, but unless someone decides to strike up conversation with Orlan, I'll probably let that stand as my last post for "today."

Grimtooth

NAME: Luca Warren

ABSTRACT: The Silver-Tongued Rogue

DETAIL: A vagrant by nature and thief by trade, Luca prefers to leave his past where it belongs. His focus is continually on the present, and typically on where his next bite to eat is coming from. Though good enough at larceny to easily live well, he prefers that his crime does not draw attention. Often he can be found 'begging' in the streets of Pallhallow, liberating rude men of their coin and letting most, especially those who give freely, pass with but a nod and sad smile. Like any human, he makes mistakes, and is sometimes accosted by the law or angry citizens. In these situations Luca relies on his wit and words to get him out of danger, and is quite proud that he succeeds more often than not.

Cryptid Academy Roleplay - College/University Age

@StoneWolf There are currently five players, with eight total characters. That I know of anyway, I'm not the GM.