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2 yrs ago
Current Someone out there vividly remembers something you said, which you have completely forgotten.
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4 yrs ago
They call it science "fiction" when there are currently more planets inhabited by robots than planets inhabited by humans.
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4 yrs ago
"Writing about magic is harder than writing about spies because you’re dealing with something that doesn’t really exist."
5 yrs ago
If you're ever lonely, dim all the lights and put on a horror movie. After a while, it won’t feel like you're alone anymore. Problem solved.
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5 yrs ago
“Before you marry a person, you should first make them use a computer with slow Internet to see who they really are.”
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HITMAN

"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚎𝚜... 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑."

Who I Am

Longtime RPer that has not RPed in a hot second. Pondering a return from a self-imposed exile.


Where I Am


Currently Running
Nothing at the moment, but maybe keep an eye out.

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: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"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."

老吾老,以及人之老;幼吾幼,以及人之幼

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Maddie's eyes were drawn to the building that she was supposed to be staying at. In a way, it both stood out and blended in. The building was a metallic, cool-looking platinum black rectangle, not elaborate to attract unwarranted attention, and looked quite like an average flat, but at the same time there was something about the building that stood out to her. Something unique about its sleek design was charming to the future spy.

As Maddie was examining the building, she heard the sounds of footsteps on the pavement, growing louder. Maddie immediately swiveled towards the source of the walking to see a young lady standing near her by the building. Maddie's eyes immediately went about registering information about this girl. As her father would always tell her, "Every drop of information you learn will grow to become a waterfall of power."

The girl, Maddie noticed, appeared fairly youthful, and so Maddie either assumed she was one of her peers, or some type of student-teacher, perhaps. She also noticed the girl was quite stocky, very well-built, with a domineering look about her. This information, combined with the fact that she was standing alongside Maddie outside this square box building, led her to believe that she was a student as well.

Before Maddie could speak if she wanted to, another girl approached, wearing strikingly loud high-heels and toting a variety of goods, before immediately asking, "I guess you two are students as well?" Maddie could tell the girl, another one roughly their age, had a clear American tone and once again made the assumption she was yet another spy, albeit a slightly more social one. Made sense; this one didn't seem to be quite as muscle-bound as the blonde-ish girl, making Maddie assume her field of expertise lied somewhere in the area of support or communication. Maddie cleared her throat.

"I think so," she said, her English highly polished and spoken with an audible English accent, a product of her tutelage under several English-born teachers. She then added, "At least, if you both are here for the reason I imagine you're here for."

She extended her hand. "Maddie Lau. And you two?"

@sassy1085@Infernal Flame





Despite the roaring of the helicopter blades, the sounds of air being sliced around her, the jarring of the helicopter controls and the incessant chatter of the pilot and co-pilot, it couldn't be any more quiet inside Maddie's head as she sat inside the chopper. She was sitting back in a small, cushioned chair, her arms folded, as she waited for the helicopter to land at long last. Her deep, dark brown, chocolate eyes scanned the room, examining every nook, every cranny, every angle of the small helicopter's interior. As her father would always tell her, "Every opportunity you have awake is one to observe your surroundings. Hone your awareness. There is no use for sunlight if is not being focused." She would spend hours on some days just observing scenery, observing rooms, observing people and recalling information about them. She thought back to days when her father would take her to restaurants on the Eastern district, and would ask her to close her eyes and recall details about patrons from memory, their clothing, their positions relative to each other, and more. Maddie enjoyed those experiences, these simpler tests of wit and memory over a dish of gu lou juk as opposed to being smack-dab in the middle of an enemy base, surrounded by hostiles, looking for anything that can get you out of that situation.

"And here I am, drifting away again," she mumbled to herself, looking up again. While it wasn't the first time she had been away from home, it was the first time that she would be this far away from home for this long, and it was taking its toll on Maddie's mental state ever so slightly. It wasn't like Maddie lacked the ability to take care of herself in any sense of the word, nor was she afraid of the challenges that awaited her in Oxford, England. As both a longtime student of espionage and near-native English speaker, she was confident she would adjust well to her new life. But sometimes emotions do not act rationally, and indeed, Maddie believed the strange "butterflies-in-stomach" experience she was currently undergoing was related to the strange way that emotions sometimes work.

There was suddenly a loud bump as the helicopter landed in Oxford, giving Maddie a sudden jolt. She stood quickly as the pilot emerged from the cockpit, peaking his head out as he spoke in a thick drawl. "Aye, we're 'ere, love. Ye can ged off 'bout now. Ye ain't a far walk 'rom the 'dress ye gave me. Just a few blocks 'round the corner and ye'll be right o'er there."

Maddie quickly stood, grabbing her bag, and gave the pilot a curt nod. "Thank you, sir. Your services are well-appreciated."

The man gave a nod back. "Take care." He gave another glance, now suspicious. "Ey, who are ye, walking 'round London alone with a private 'elicopper ride? Who sent ye here? What mischief 'ya up to?"

The girl was already long gone.

Maddie walked away from the helipad down the streets of Oxford, her eyes once again buzzing alight in a new environment. She wore a choker top, white with pale blue flower imprints winding around it, underneath a black Broome leather jacket with gold highlights. She also wore a pair of black jeans and a pair of matching knee-high black boots. Around her shoulder was a dark blue satchel with silver trim and silver dragon emblem sewed onto the center, a gift from her mother a year earlier.

Winding through the streets of Oxford, observing all the way, Maddie approached a large, almost out-of-place black building. She looked down at the scrap of paper she held in her hand before looking back up at the building.

"Seems...about right," she said quietly, in English, to herself. Despite having learned it at a very young age, Maddie still was not entirely confident with her English skills, perhaps from a lack of practice opportunities. She gave a nonchalant shrug. "Guess I'll wait."
No problemo amigo
Man, I remember playing those games! I'll throw some interest into the pool myself
Hey yo, I see some inspiration here :p

I'd be happy to do a role switch and join this as a member
@Hitman So, should I finish my CS or drop it here?


Yeah, sorry, it seems there isn't quite room left. I'll let you know if a spot opens up
Act I
"The Lurking Evil"

"We all have a Monster within; the difference is in degree, not in kind."
-Douglas Preston

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Austin Kilgour

October 21st
Death City, Nevada
Joint Lion-Kilgore Apartment

Inside Austin's small, untidy room, the small alarm clock on his nightstand began to chirp.

Austin had set his alarm clock to play the sounds of tweeting birds not because of a dislike of music, but because of a fondness for birds. Birds were small creatures, many of whom were insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but their wings gave them a certain freedom to be, to do. Birds could go anywhere, whenever they wanted, just on a whim. They simply followed the wind, spreading joy with their voices, travelling away from the blistering cold, returning to their nests to raise their young, and then traveling off again. There was something so inspiring about the small bird and its liberty.

Unfortunately, and perhaps ironically, the bird sounds emanating from the alarm clock were not an indication of freedom or anything of the sort. They were an indication that the most dreaded being of every man, woman, and child in the entire galaxy had arrived- Monday.

Indeed, it was Monday, which meant another day of classes had come about, and that the blissful, bird-like freedom the weekend had brought about had to leave for another week, and that grueling classes on the nature of Souls, complex fight techniques, and more on that nature. On top of that, the Death Festival, a slightly-more-competitive-than-friendly competition on Halloween, was coming closer, and the pressure had slid up a level because of Professor van Helsing's sudden Friday announcement that placement in the Tournament would count as a grade, with higher-rankers scoring solid As, while the scragglers would earn Ds. Never before had this been the case, and Austin couldn't read if the Professor was bluffing or not. He never could tell.

And moreover, there were still missions to complete to try and reach those 99 Kishin Eggs and 1 Witch Soul necessary to make a Death Scythe. What bliss.

These types of thoughts were usually suspended by the joy that the weekend brought about. However, the gloomy Monday had once again allowed these thoughts to re-surge, these anxieties to re-implant themselves.

Austin rubbed his eyes, trying to banish these nervous thoughts back to the hellish place they came, before slamming his arm down sideways, snappily turning the chirping alarm of his alarm clock off. After a couple breaths and a long yawn, Austin quite literally rolled out of bed, landing softly in a pile of clothes at his side. Austin's room was not exactly neat- indeed, his desks were full of cluttered papers, old notes, and more; the small, cheap, plastic chandelier hanging atop his room had several belts and spare shirts hanging from it, and his bed was perched in the middle of a mound of clothes much like a throne atop a grand hill. Austin slowly stood, giving his arms a good stretch. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of striped flannel pajama pants, not very formal clothes at all; he'd have to change later, but for now, he wanted to expand his time of comfort as long as possible for engaging in whatever mundane activity van Helsing had planned for the day.

He exited his train-wreck of a room and into the shared kitchen, a small but homely kitchen area that had all the necessities of food preparation and featured a nice, meeting-suitable table in the center. Too lazy (or more likely, too untalented) to cook a good breakfast, he instead grabbed a box of cereal from a shelf and poured himself a sizeable bowl of Fortunate Spells™, before then following with a healthy dollop of milk. Placing the bowl on the table and grabbing a spoon, he slowly ate the makeshift breakfast as he stared out the large window of the shared apartment. Viola wasn't there- she was either still asleep (most likely) or perhaps out on a morning adventure (not so much). Either way, she had time- Austin had set his alarm earlier than absolutely necessary to give him a little time to enjoy the morning before school stripped away his freedom once more.

He stared out the window, looking at several robins that had landed on a small tree near the apartment and were now chirping hello. He smiled at the sight, but that smile quickly became confused as a much larger bird fluttered over, landing atop the tall maple outside Austin's window. Austin stared out the window at the raven that had just landed, and the raven strangely enough seemed to stare back, giving Austin shivers down his spine. After a few moments though, the raven simply gave a loud 'caw!' and with a strong flap of its wings took off, soaring into the distance.

Austin shrugged. "Weird," he said to himself, before sighing and taking another spoonful of cereal.

It was probably nothing, after all.

Yo @Jasper19 are you in the Discord? If not, it might be beneficial for you to pop in, a lot happening there

And if so, sorry I'm tired
@Hitman
I edit my character bio, I add more into her personality and deleted the scene with the monster


Looks better already! I do see a little more room to improve still, but overall, it's a good enough character for sure! Accepted.
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