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6 yrs ago
Idea: Superhero rp but every superpower has to be a unnecessarily specific fetish taken from a 1x1 thread
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6 yrs ago
joining a roleplay can have the same stress of applying for a job except its better cause instead of bagging groceries you get to be a cute gay anime cat girl who goes to magic school
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6 yrs ago
*tackleglomps u and nuzzles* X3 *notices bulge in ur pants* OwO wats dis???
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6 yrs ago
does anybody in this thread smoke weed
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6 yrs ago
The thrill of doing seventy different code edits without saving and then not knowing whether your post looks cute or like an exploded cumbox
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I like rats, jalapeño poppers, y2k aesthetics and idol games. I am pretty extroverted on the internet due to how easy it is to connect with people with similar interests. My personality may come across as aggressively friendly or over the top at times and I apologize in advance for that, whoops.

As for my strange signatures and profile pictures, a lot of them are a part of a specific aesthetic I´ve developed over the years that's basically 2000s aesthetics with a focus on the technology that explore themes of loss, abandonment, filth, and hopelessness, rather than the optimistic and mainstream view of the future that was common during that period of time.

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In Terra 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


WIP, missing some stuff teehee






The man’s wink and smile combination turn Cerrad’s teeth into grindstones. While an authentic magical letter would have made most people happy, any traces of joy on his mind immediately rotted like a sweet fruit as soon as the man concluded his one word speech. The man paid no attention to Cerrad as he hatefully stared at him. No explanation as to where I am or why any of that magic just happened or why there’re others around me! Unbelievable!

Cerrad glared around him and confirmed that he was nowhere near Tembrot. None of the men around him were built like brick walls and instead matched Cerrad’s thin frame. It was a momentary relief, before doubt and envy set in. He was clad in a traditional robe while most of his rivals sported contemporary clothing, which made Cerrad resume grinding his teeth in irritation. Tch, they probably see me as an old man just because I’m dressed in robes but it makes sense in the context of performing traditional magic so if anyone has a problem with that I’ll just say that it’s…..

….and that other male also has long hair and even though his is black it’s still something I have to be wary of and that other one has pink hair and bunny ears, which is frankly ridiculous but manages to be a unique charm point which in turn gives him the advantage when it comes to situations where…


The others began to grow restless for answers as well, prompting Cerrad to snap out of his mental rant. His insecurities that stemmed from the unknown molded the earth magician into a defensive stance. He quietly took his luggage and stiffly walked closer to the gateway. Few others seemed to have packed any, increasing his unease.

Cerrad Toh

Cerrad began another day of work.

He attended the customers, organized rolls of fabric, jotted down orders, patched up torn clothes, lost a needle, took inventory, found a needle, updated the catalogue for the current season, attended more customers, prepared orders for supplies, got mistaken for a woman, lost the same needle again, hesitantly said a few goodbyes, closed up shop, and sighed, before his eyes darted to a corner of the store. He found the same needle again.

The members of Tembrot village ate an enormous meal once a day with as many of their kin as possible, and today Cerrad shared his daily feast with his mentor, like he had every other day for the past several years. They ate from a large wooden bowl of assorted nuts and dried fruits, before moving on to salted corn and bread. Meat was the centerpiece of every Tembrot meal, but the two barely made enough money; they’d have to skip it again.

Cerrad gingerly sipped from a bowl of tea and spoke in an annoyed tone as he had done many times before. “The Tatteks stopped by this morning, their child tore his uniform playing with the bulls again. I even reminded him to be more careful the last time we met, can you believe that? I just think that they should stop being so lenient with that sort of behavior. In a few years I bet he'll star—“

His mentor grumbled and raised his head all the way up, a sign that he was going to begin his pre-sleep nap. Sir Abiert was an old man who spoke an average of ten words a week, and the two rarely had conversations beyond Cerrad listing off the orders that needed to be finished for the day. Cerrad swallowed his words, relaxed, and stood up with their bowls now that dinner was unceremoniously over. “May I go outside to practice?” He said, in a gentler tone than usual, “I’ve recently reduced the number of coils that need to be created in order for a successful summon of my familiar, which will undoubtedly hel—“

“Go ahead.” The old man grumbled.



Cerrad had finished his explanation for the letter in his hand after a long and painstakingly detailed account of what had happened when he stepped foot outside, with bits on his childhood and the importance of magic peppered in for good measure. He ended it by glaring for the first time in his life at his mentor, hoping that he would reject the letter and point out how stupid it was.

“Go ahead.” The old man grumbled. Again.



The young earth mage sat on the floor with a pair of scissors in his shaking hands. Part of him was excited at finally being a talented magician, yet another part of him refused to believe that angel-women falling from the sky distributing magic pamphlets was a suitable form of recruitment. His plan was to snip the corner of the letter, pretend that nothing happened, and continue with his life, even if the letter addressed to his family and the packed bags around him told a different story. He cut a sliver of paper and shut his eyes as hard as he could.


Is it too late to express interest for this rp?
Here is the character sheet I said I was gonna make, let me know if anything sucks 8)




Age: 28

Sex: Male

Appearance

Chester has spent the better part of his life receiving a steady stream of hand-me-downs and obligation clothing gifts from his many, many relatives and has never properly learned to dress himself. Ever since his rocky entrance into fatherhood Chester has stopped trying to figure out what being fashionable is, content with seeing himself as an older man who doesn't need to take part in those things. Anything baggy is a welcome addition to his closet as a break from the stiff and formal getup of his job as the manager of a pretentious waffle joint.

Bio

There is a sense of weight to the life of Chester. It's in the way the pale sky hangs above him every morning before work, the 3 a.m. excursions to corner stores, the silence and smoke in between the battered concrete and rows of strip malls. He´s a suburban reject with the heart of a city kid, with all the shadier parts of the city memorized better than anything high school ever threw at him. He´s no criminal, just broke.

Chester´s parents chased the american dream decades ago and got it, to an extent. Though the worn out suburban labyrinth might have been claustrophobic to most they only saw opportunities and got to work as a small chinese buffet. Of course, no one in their family had a drop of foreign blood in their vietnamese ancestry, but would anyone really give a shit?

His childhood slipped through him in a blur, consisting of being worked to the bone to keep the struggling family business going by all means necessary. It was by no means an awful way to live, although it was hard not to feel like his whole life was set up for him. Dozens of teachers came and went in his life failing to leave a lasting impression beyond being scolded for never trying too hard. Effort outside of home economics was kind of pointless when your entire life was wrapped around Little Dragon Buffet. Then came financial success.

What started off as simple renovations and finally having seats without holes in them grew to eventually setting up shop in a place that was a far cry from before. It was larger than a classroom, for one. The menu that he knew by heart doubled and then tripled and then multiplied some more and pretty soon more than half of the employees stopped having the same last name as him. His family was by no means wealthy but he was now independent. And so he ended up in yet another eatery.

The twenty-eight year old current Chester now works as a manager to an overpriced waffle joint, earning him plenty joking-but-also-not-joking scorn from relatives. He's gone through job after job, unable to escape the iron grip of the food service industry. A few relationships happened in between, starting off with arranged stints with the children of his parent´s friends and continuing on with wilder affairs before stagnating and realizing that serial monogamy was the way to go. He's gone through these strained relationships pretty roughly, earning him a daughter of his own after a particularly long and awful mess of one. He even had a thing going with another guy at one point, though that's a long story.

He continues to manage a Golden Waffle while leaving his home turf in the hands of his younger, actually ambitious brother. His daughter and him live in a fairly comfortable apartment. She has an enormous network of cousins her age and older folk with candy, so life is never boring. There is a definite sadness that she can sense from her father but she´s still too young to put it into words. It´s fine to brush things off for now.

Power
Extreme Resistance

Chester's power gives him the ability to ingest things that others aren't able to. This encompasses a wide range of things. Moldy food, raw meat, motor oil, cyanide, swamp water, snake venom, if it can shred the insides of a human chances are Chester and gulp it down with no serious side effects. This also includes solids like plastic and broken glass, as the soft tissues on the inside of his mouth are resistant to anything that gets shoved in there. There are, of course, drawbacks. Does Chester enjoy the taste of things that were never intended for human consumption? Unsurprisingly, no. Is he doubtful and hesitant of his abilities? Absolutely. The worst drawback of them all in his opinion however, is his inability to get drunk. This extends to all drugs, but he is especially angry about being eternally sober against his will.


I'll create a character sheet as well 8)
I FORGOT THEIR NAME LOL @Raddum

In keeping with the theme of this thread, I'd like to give thanks to everyone in the discord for making me shart myself on a regular basis with a constant stream of buffoonery. If it weren't for @Poi greeting me in the introduction thread I would have never signed up for his roleplay and consequently would have never met you wonderful people, so I'd like to thank him for that

Also, a thread being named "Let's Gush!" is stirring some things within me and I'm not sure how to feel about that

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