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HITMAN

"πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš›πš˜πš˜πš–, πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš‹πšžπš•πš•πšŽπš. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ'𝚜 𝚊 πš‹πšžπš•πš•πšŽπš πšπš˜πš› πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πš˜πš—πšŽ. π™°πš—πš 𝚊 πšπš’πš–πšŽ. π™°πš—πš 𝚊 πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ. π™°πš— πšŽπš—πš. 𝚈𝚎𝚜... πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšœ πš‘πš˜πš  πš’πš πš‘πšŠπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ. π™Έπš—πšœπš™πšŽπšŒπšπš˜πš›, 𝚒𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 πš˜πš‹πšŸπš’πš˜πšžπšœπš•πš’ πš•πšŽπšŠπš›πš—πš 𝚝𝚘𝚘 πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ πšŠπš‹πš˜πšžπš πš–πšŽ. 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš—'𝚝 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš. π™½πš˜πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš’πš— πš–πš’ πšπšŽπšŠπšπš‘."

Who I Am

Just some scrub nerd who happens to RP on this site. While I tend to gravitate more towards building worlds and GMing and all that, I join RPs from time to time as well. I tend to stay in the casual section of the Guild (though I am open to trying other things) and my preferences tend to lean towards slice-of-life RPs and superhero RPs, along with the occasional fandom RP, depending. I enjoy trying new things, though, and I'm willing to hop onboard any genre if I find it appealing.

I consider myself fairly lax and friendly, so if you wanna chat, my PMs are always open.


Where I Am


Currently Running
γ€ŠH.E.R.O.》
Fast-paced, fun, vibrant, quasi-anime superhero RP about an organization that employs superpowered people to defend the fictional city of Castleburg, USA.
Currently Accepting! PM me for details if you want to join.

Currently Participating
n/a. Maybe it'll change? ;)

Honors

"He's a two-faced bastard of a GM."


"He's American. Enough said"


"He abuses us with lenny faces"

Comment: ( Ν‘Β° ΝœΚ– Ν‘Β°)

"He hates the gays"


"Wait, since you're a hitman, can't you just scan the bar code on the back of your head and just bring your post back?"


"I have never met a more horrible, selfish, ungrateful human than Hitman. I wish I didn't have to live inside his body 24/7 for the rest of my pathetic, meaningless existence."

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Some Years Later...


β€œCHARLIE!”

Over the city streets of Watervale, a young girl soared over the streets, blasting past confused pedestrians and soaring over cars. The girl looked, for the most part, like your average pre-teen girl. She was wearing a navy-blue, fur-lined jacket with jeans and a pair of Uggs. Her hair was wavy and caramel brown in color, and fell just past her shoulder blades in length. She had chocolate brown eyes and beige-colored skin, and a pink Starbright backpack slung over her back. The girl looked just like your average teenage girl, outside of the fact, of course, that she was flying. She eventually rose up a bit higher into the air, allowing some breeze to ripple through her hair, as she looked across the vicinity, her eyes narrowed.

β€œCharlie! Where the hell are you, you stupid-...there you are!”

The girl rapidly descended towards the Earth, feet landing down unsteadily on the sidewalk. She ran off the sidewalk onto the grassy area of what appeared to be a public park of some sort. Standing nearby were two young men. The younger of the two kids- around the same age as the girl- looked very similar to her as well, with similarly-colored skin and brunette hair, though his hair was swept messily out of his face to show a pair of bright green eyes. He was wearing a King Kong vs Godzilla sweatshirt, jeans, and basketball sneakers. The other young one was clearly a bit older, probably around 16 or so. He had fair skin and scarlet-colored hair that was currently styled into a mullet. He was wearing a letterman jacket with a large β€œH” symbol patched onto the chest. Most concerningly, both of these youths were holding what appeared to be electronic cigarettes.

β€œCharlie!” the girl very nearly screeched, running over and lifting her hand. As if by magic, the vape pens flew out of the hands of both boys, flying directly into the girl’s hands. She promptly threw the e-cigs to the ground and stomped on them, the crackling sound of the device breaking resonating through the grassy area. The girl’s attention then re-focused on the two boys, with special attention towards the younger one. β€œSmoking?! Seriously? Mom said that we could go try out our powers. Not smoke!”

Charlie shook his head, an annoyed look on his face. β€œYou’re such a loser, Jenna. I was just trying them, anyway. And second, I was testing my powers!” Charlie waved his hand, and an indigo-colored portal opened next to him, swirling mischievously with a slight glow. "How do you think I got here, you dork?"

Jenna looked like she was about to sock Charlie in the jaw, but luckily the older teen stepped in, grabbing both of them by the head and pulling them apart. "Cut it out, OK? You guys both are dorks. You still go to school," the teen said, making a face at the mere mention of the prospect of higher education. "Anyway, Jen, your brother was with me the whole time, so he was perfectly safe. No need to worry about it. Why don't you fly home and do math or something?"

Jenna glowered at the two of them. β€œHe was smoking. And smoking is bad!” the girl said angrily. β€œHow do you even have a vape pen, Danny? You're not 21 either, last I checked.”

"I have my ways," Danny said mysteriously, waving his hand through the air and leaving a trail of sparks. "Anyway, that shit is perfectly safe. I asked and everything." He yawned. "Aren't you two nerds supposed to be at your nerd hero school or something?"

"Day off," Charlie explained. "And Mom and Dad are at some sort of HERO meeting or whatever, so they said we could go practice our powers and stuff, so long as we were safe. I was gonna try and throw some sort of cool party, but everybody else is stuck in regular school. Except you."

"Ah, gotcha. Makes sense," Danny said with a nod. "Well, anyway, nice talkin' to ya, you twerp. Can you open a portal back home? Aunty Eliza and Aunty Patricia are also at that meeting, and I'm supposed to be babysitting the kids. Gotta make sure they didn't burn the place down."

As Charlie snickered and opened up a larger, indigo portal, Jenna gaped. "Ohmygod, I am soooooo telling!" she said as she snatched her phone, beginning to type up a message. "If they find our, you are so screwed, it's not even funny. You're gonna be- HEY!" Before she could even finish typing the message, Danny had snatched the phone straight out of Jenna's hands and chucked it, sending the device whirling across the park and into a bush. Danny winked as he stepped halfway into the portal. "Nothing personal, kiddo, just don’t want to get Aunty Patti mad. You know how she is." And with that, Danny vanished into the portal, with Jenna angrily staring at the empty space where the portal once appeared in his wake.

β€œWhy’d you let him leave?” Jenna asked her brother angrily. β€œI was gonna crush him.”

"Yeah, sure, you’re gonna beat up the guy that’s 3 years older than you, more than a foot taller than you, and is also a professional hero. Good luck with that one," Charlie fired back sarcastically.

Jenna crossed her arms.β€œYeos meog-eo, Charlie.”

”Woah! Mal josimhaseyo. Watch your language,” Charlie said back, running his hand through his messy brown hair. ”Let’s go look for your phone, OK, sis?”

The two siblings made their way over to the bush that Danny had callously deposited the phone, digging into the bush. Jenna winced as she stuck her hand into some brambles. β€œThis sucks.”

”You know what else sucks? School. Why did Mom and Dad sign us up for that school?.”

β€œYou’re just stupid. Mr. Lindell is a great teacher,” Jenna said defiantly. β€œWhile you’re busy trying to sneak out of class with your portals, I’m actually gonna be doing big stuff. Mom said she can get me a job at Polamor Inc if I do good in school. She knows the guy that owns it. Rumi. Sir E. Brum. Very famous, you know? And his wife os a robot-...Ouch, a thorn...” Jenna winced as she slowly pulled her phone from the bush, with Charlie helping to move the brambly parts of the plant away. β€œAnyway, point is, you’re dumb.”

”You don’t have to call him Mr. Lindell in private, you know.”

β€œIt’s a respect thing, Charlie.”

”You’re just a teacher’s pet.”

β€œAm not!”

”Are too!”

β€œAm not!”

”Are to-”

”Ahem."

Both the preteens shouted in unison, and Jenna promptly dropped the phone back into the bush as they wheeled around to face the threat, their powers ready to go. However, they quickly dropped their guardian. Standing before them was an elderly, dark-skinned man, wearing a tan linen suit, a matching hat, and a pair of small, round sunglasses. In his hand he clenched a wooden cane. He slowly lifted his cane, before jabbing it directly into the bush, cleaving a hole directly to the core of the bush, and allowing Jenna to easily grab her phone out. The two children respectfully nodded, and Charlie spoke, as Jenna was a bit too starstruck to do so. ”Thank you, Director Powers,” he said as politely as possible.

”I don’t really get around to too much directing anymore," the elderly Director Hugo Powers said wistfully. ”That’s up to Director Stewart to manage." He winced at the idea. ”She’s doing a great job," he lied through clenched teeth. ”Anyway, you two, come here."
The two obedient children followed the elderly ex-Director has Powers guided them through the park, down towards a large stone obelisk erected in the center of the park. Powers reached up, gently tapping the engraving on the plate. ”Not many heroes in this city get one of these," the old Director explained. ”And your parents are two of the very few to make it on the list."

β€œWoah...Mom and Dad are here!” Jenna said, as if this was information the elderly Director Emeritus had not just repeated. β€œAnd Uncle Blake and Auntie Angelica...and Auntie Eliza and Auntie Patricia...and Mr. Polamor, and Auntie B and Uncle Will...and Ms. Stewart too! Wow, I didn’t realize they were so famous!” Jenna said, in awe.

”Yeah, yeah, but who the hell is Joseph Moore?” Charlie cut in. ”Feel like I should know who that is. And Pandora? Isn’t that the music company or something? Oh, and who is Christina Lavender? Wait, is that the actress?!”

The Director chuckled. ”That’s neither here nor there,” he said introspectively. ”Maybe one day, if you two are good, you can be added to this list. Jenna and Charles Rees. You have a lot of potential. I’ve never seen anybody master their powers at such a young age."

The two children nodded eagerly and thanked the Director profusely. It was true- the Rees twins were prodigal at their superpowers, in part because of their very capable lineage.

”Now hurry along, and keep working hard," the retiree said with a nod to the two children, who both ran off across the park as the former Director took a seat in a park bench, looking up at the sky. In the distance, a small whirling torrent of clouds swirled across the sunny spring Castleburg sky, almost like a bird soaring through the sky. The Director shook his head as he saw this, tapping his cane against the ground anxiously.

”The forces of calamity never really go away...we need more people to fight them," Powers said as he looked down at the ground, before taking another look up at the sky. The strange moving cloud had vanished, the Castleburg sky as clear as ever once again.

”But in Castleburg, there will always be another hero."

Looks fun. I'm interested.


Sounds good! Feel free to pop into the Discord!
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β€œI believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?”
John Lennon


The Primordial Ones

β€œFrom the end springs new beginnings.”
Pliny the Elder

We've all heard legends, myths, tales of old. Of how gods and goddesses alike ruled our world. These ancient fables have been woven into the threads of history, teaching of ancient morals and values and showing us the ways of our ancestors. But are these ancient tales really just fiction?

The answer is no. Every mythology has its truth, and every pantheon has its power. All of these mythos draw from the power of the Primordial, an endless well of magical power. In the olden days, the many Pantheons ruled their respective regions uncontested and wielded absolute dominion over the world, but the rise of monotheism soon deprived the old pantheons of their undisputed power. Gradually, these β€œpagan” religions dissolved in strength as their followers abandoned the ancient creed in droves.

That is not to say that these old Gods are gone, however. The once-almighty pantheons of the old world formed a pact together, the representatives of the major religious sects forging an alliance of sorts to combine their waning powers. Perhaps they would not be worshipped as they once were, and that they were destined to be remembered only as stories, but the Gods and Goddesses of the old order decreed they would not fade from power. They would combine their powers and watch over humanity from behind the scenes, and they would train and empower the next generations of humans to act as vessels for them. Through these humans, these mortals, they would find communicators, mouthpieces of the Gods to the rest of the human world, and to fight against the forces of evil that the Gods were no longer strong enough to defend against.


The Communicators

β€œThink like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.”
William Butler Yeats

Every God and Goddess of the old order would choose a mortal to invest their powers in. This mortal would then use their new, Godly powers to help reshape the world in the image of the once-almighty old gods. They would be trained in the usage of their incredible newfound abilities and then cast off into the world to represent the olden order from behind the scenes. It was quite the genius plan, allowing the Gods that could no longer use their powers to influence the Earth to still make an impact on the planet and help protect it from the darkness that lived on.

A number of Communicators would become well-known, though not necessarily as Communicators, but as society’s new leaders and pioneers, renowned for their ingenuity and wit, though the superhuman powers certainly helped. Some of the more notable Communicators in history include Teddy Roosevelt, (a Communicator of Hercules, whose supernatural abilities allowed him to survive a normally-fatal bullet wound to the chest and continue his speech), Joan of Arc, a Communicator of Athena, Wild Bill Hickok, a Communicator of Sekhmet, Leo Major, a Communicator of Thor, and a number of others.

Every great mythological figure would choose a Communicator to represent them in the world, and their imbued magic would serve to allow these new Communicators to flourish in their new roles. Communicators have been around for hundreds of years now, with the concept starting as early as the 1200s with the end of β€œpaganism” and lasting to the modern day. The Communicators, along with the lingering magical presence of the Old Order of Gods, have since taken refuge in a sacred home called the Sky Palace, a large castle ripped straight out of fairy-tale books nestled in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, veiled from the rest of the world by a mystical eternal blizzard. It is in this castle that the new representatives for the elder Gods will gather for the first time to begin a quest of fighting against the many perilous evils of the world.

The Sky Palace

β€œWell...it'll do.”
The Old Deus

After their fall from omnipotent power, the peaks of Mount Olympus or the halls of Asgard were no longer an option, especially with the Communicator plan to be put into motion. The Gods wanted a place that was close to the Earth, but isolated. The first location of the Gods was an oasis on the Western Sahara. The second, Ciel Terrestre, was a great manor located in the midst of the Camargue in France, surrounded by fog so dense that no mortal could ever cross it. With the rise of the New World, however, the Communicators were moved abroad to the Americas- namely, into the White Mountains of New Hampshire towards a spectacular palace nestled in the crags of the snow-capped peaks called the Sky Palace.

In a valley surrounded by dense forest, jagged mountains, and lots of snow, the Sky Palace serves as the home base for the Communicators. Surrounded by a veil of magic that, to mortals, manifests as howling winds and brutal blizzards, the Sky Palace is the only place on Earth where the Gods have a fraction of the power they once wielded, and as such is a safe haven for the Communicators. Young Communicators live at the Palace for a few years before being allowed out into the world, while older Communicators will come back to the Palace just to report in or to crash for the night.

Though technically the center of the mingling of the many Gods, the pantheons only get along begrudgingly, out of mutual necessity. The pantheons have separated encampments scattered across the misty valley of the Sky Palace. However, the Communicators from all the Pantheons work together as a cohesive unit and almost always forge bonds beyond their respective deity groups.

The logistics of the Sky Palace are historically run by Thoth’s Communicator, and the education of the new Communicators by Chiron’s. Heimdallr’s Communicator is typically responsible for the defense of the Sky Palace, though the home of the Communicators has never been under any threat since the previous millennium.

A New Life

β€œFire! Fire! Oh my God, I'm on fire! I'm on actual ****ing fire! What the hell?! How do I turn it off?!”
Julia McGinnis, Communicator of Hestia (1994)

Selection
Communicators are chosen based upon compatibility as the driving factor. The Gods use their powers to scope out and select youths of roughly college age (though that is far from a rule set in stone) and appear to them in a dream to recruit them to the cause. As it happens, Gods can be very persuasive. While compatibility is the most important factor, a couple of Gods have taken to choosing their Communicators based on family lineage, though this is far from a universal rule as well. The key for a God/mortal pairing is the functionality and similarity of the pair that makes the duo actually work effectively, more than any bloodline obligations.

Powers
Communicators typically wield powers that relate directly to their overseer God. These powers do take some time to get used to, hence the brief period spent at the Sky Palace in order to hone the powers. These powers, while not necessarily world-bending, are quite significant, enough to make Communicators formidable combatants.

Outside of their unique Communicator abilities, there are two other universally shared abilities that Communicators possess. One of them is the gift of condition: all Communicators will find their linguistic abilities expand dramatically after selection, as well as their physical capacity improving immensely. The other ability is much more of a failsafe and is termed Invocation. Invocation allows a Communicator to call their representative God into a physical form for a brief period of time, using their own body as a vessel. While a very powerful ability, the usage of this technique is immensely taxing and even dangerous. After all, very few mortals can stand to even look at a God in their native form directly without bursting into flames- to take one into your body is close to suicide.

Gods that possess Relics may also pass down their weapons or other tools to their Communicators. After all, being stuck in New Hampshire, they have very little need for them. Might as well hand them to the next generation. The same can be said for familiars- certain animal companions may also attach themselves (perhaps a little too much) to their new Communicators. These sacred Relics generally are linked to the Communicator's powers and can thus only be wielded effectively by said Communicator, their respective God's bloodline, or another God. The Relics will painfully sear the flesh of anybody else that tries to hold in, Communicator or regular mortal. While this burning effect can be mitigated with lots of layers, the item still cannot be used to its fullest potential in the hands of another.

Demigods
Demigods are still a concept that exists even in the modern day. As it so happens, being relegated from your status as Universal Overlord to just being a voice in some kid’s head is not enough to douse the libido of many of the Gods. Some of the Gods have briefly taken mortal forms to go elope with the local country folk and have produced a few demigod heirs. That being said, despite being genetically more Godly than Communicators, demigods are looked down upon as tainted and unworthy. This type of treatment certainly won’t affect the Demigod population of Earth and make them seek revenge though, right?

RP Application

➼ Basic Rules Apply: I think beyond any level of skill as a writer is the importance of being open and friendly to other people. Paramount to anything else I could say is the importance of amiability. Mean-spiritedness is not an option.

➼ Flexibility: I'm not looking for strict posting timetables as much as I'm looking for people that are willing to be open and communicate about the entire process of writing. If you're open with me, we can work things out. If not, then I can't be expected to read your mind.

➼ High Casual: This does not mean that I'm going to tally up your word count for every post or do a detailed analysis of each piece of writing you submit. Rather, I'm just looking for thoughtful characters that demonstrate personality, flaws, and room to grow. Having a well-balanced cast of well-rounded characters is far more important than the number of words you can type out or the quality of your coding (not to say either of the latter is discouraged!)

➼ Character Creation/Pantheons: For this RP, I'm looking for a group of new Communicators to replace some of the retiring Communicators of the past and fill in their shoes. Communicators would tend to be roughly college-age individuals, but that is not a hard-and-fast rule. As for their respective aligned Gods, I will be operating a list of Gods from which you can reserve your choice for a character. So long as the God of your choice doesn't come from Hinduism or Abrahamic religions and isn't taken by somebody else, I will be more than happy to add it to the list! The tables will be kept in the Discord. Speaking of which...

➼ Discord: While the RP will be taking place on RPG, joining the Discord is going to be very, very important for the purposes of the RP, just because it is vastly easier for me to be able to keep all the running tallies in one place. The Discord is not 100% mandatory but it will definitely make your life a lot easier to join. And plus, I think it tends to be good fun as well!

Click on the picture of the Halycon below to join.

Discord Link above. Click the bird to join!

RP STATUS: Open for Applications!

Please leave your CS applications in the OOC first before moving them to the CS tab after approval from the GM. Thanks!



This looks interesting. I have a few ideas already.


Sounds great!
HoNk


Honk indeed.
Interested!


Thank you stranger




β€œI believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?”
John Lennon


The Primordial Ones

β€œFrom the end springs new beginnings.”
Pliny the Elder

We've all heard legends, myths, tales of old. Of how gods and goddesses alike ruled our world. These ancient fables have been woven into the threads of history, teaching of ancient morals and values and showing us the ways of our ancestors. But are these ancient tales really just fiction?

The answer is no. Every mythology has its truth, and every pantheon has its power. All of these mythos draw from the power of the Primordial, an endless well of magical power. In the olden days, the many Pantheons ruled their respective regions uncontested and wielded absolute dominion over the world, but the rise of monotheism soon deprived the old pantheons of their undisputed power. Gradually, these β€œpagan” religions dissolved in strength as their followers abandoned the ancient creed in droves.

That is not to say that these old Gods are gone, however. The once-almighty pantheons of the old world formed a pact together, the representatives of the major religious sects forging an alliance of sorts to combine their waning powers. Perhaps they would not be worshipped as they once were, and that they were destined to be remembered only as stories, but the Gods and Goddesses of the old order decreed they would not fade from power. They would combine their powers and watch over humanity from behind the scenes, and they would train and empower the next generations of humans to act as vessels for them. Through these humans, these mortals, they would find communicators, mouthpieces of the Gods to the rest of the human world, and to fight against the forces of evil that the Gods were no longer strong enough to defend against.


The Communicators

β€œThink like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.”
William Butler Yeats

Every God and Goddess of the old order would choose a mortal to invest their powers in. This mortal would then use their new, Godly powers to help reshape the world in the image of the once-almighty old gods. They would be trained in the usage of their incredible newfound abilities and then cast off into the world to represent the olden order from behind the scenes. It was quite the genius plan, allowing the Gods that could no longer use their powers to influence the Earth to still make an impact on the planet and help protect it from the darkness that lived on.

A number of Communicators would become well-known, though not necessarily as Communicators, but as society’s new leaders and pioneers, renowned for their ingenuity and wit, though the superhuman powers certainly helped. Some of the more notable Communicators in history include Teddy Roosevelt, (a Communicator of Hercules, whose supernatural abilities allowed him to survive a normally-fatal bullet wound to the chest and continue his speech), Joan of Arc, a Communicator of Athena, Wild Bill Hickok, a Communicator of Sekhmet, Leo Major, a Communicator of Thor, and a number of others.

Every great mythological figure would choose a Communicator to represent them in the world, and their imbued magic would serve to allow these new Communicators to flourish in their new roles. Communicators have been around for hundreds of years now, with the concept starting as early as the 1200s with the end of β€œpaganism” and lasting to the modern day. The Communicators, along with the lingering magical presence of the Old Order of Gods, have since taken refuge in a sacred home called the Sky Palace, a large castle ripped straight out of fairy-tale books nestled in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, veiled from the rest of the world by a mystical eternal blizzard. It is in this castle that the new representatives for the elder Gods will gather for the first time to begin a quest of fighting against the many perilous evils of the world.

Roleplay Info

Welcome to Halcyon! This is a re-imagining of one of my first GMed RPs and a concept that I love. A few notes about the RP and the concept:

➼ Basic Rules Apply: I think beyond any level of skill as a writer is the importance of being open and friendly to other people. Paramount to anything else I could say is the importance of amiability. Mean-spiritedness is not an option.

➼ Flexibility: I'm not looking for strict posting timetables as much as I'm looking for people that are willing to be open and communicate about the entire process of writing. If you're open with me, we can work things out. If not, then I can't be expected to read your mind.

➼ High Casual: This does not mean that I'm going to tally up your word count for every post or do a detailed analysis of each piece of writing you submit. Rather, I'm just looking for thoughtful characters that demonstrate personality, flaws, and room to grow. Having a well-balanced cast of well-rounded characters is far more important than the number of words you can type out or the quality of your coding (not to say either of the latter is discouraged!)

➼ Character Creation/Pantheons: For this RP, I'm looking for a group of new Communicators to replace some of the retiring Communicators of the past and fill in their shoes. Communicators would tend to be roughly college-age individuals, but that is not a hard-and-fast rule. As for their respective aligned Gods, I will be operating a list of Gods from which you can reserve your choice for a character. So long as the God of your choice doesn't come from Hinduism or Abrahamic religions and isn't taken by somebody else, I will be more than happy to add it to the list! The tables will be kept in the Discord. Speaking of which...

➼ Discord: While the RP will be taking place on RPG, joining the Discord is going to be very, very important for the purposes of the RP, just because it is vastly easier for me to be able to keep all the running tallies in one place. The Discord is not 100% mandatory but it will definitely make your life a lot easier to join. And plus, I think it tends to be good fun as well!

Click on the picture of the Halycon below to join.


Discord Link above. Click the bird to join!


Thank you for reading, and I hope you join! More information will be available with the creation of the actual thread. Feel free to ask any questions through Discord, PM, or in this thread, and also make sure to express interest below if you'd like to join! Thanks again and Godspeed!
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