Well, I once played in a harvest moon RP where all the players took the spots of the townspeople. Like, there were jobs for all the characters that usually appear in Harvest Moon.
Inn owner
Carpenter
Fisherman
Farmer
Doctor
Nurse
Apprentices
Blacksmiths
Chef
Mayor
Secretary
All sorts of stuff like that! It was really fun, taking the perspective of the townspeople!
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Finally finished editing that transcript. At this point the only person I'm rooting for in this case is the judge.
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"Boy I sure am feeling harassed after I bullied someone else and people pointed it out to me"
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"A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making the truth itself appear like falsehood." - William Shenstone
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I'm a 24 year old college student with a "tragic past" and a series of flunked schools and medical bills. Roleplaying has been my one escape from a harsh reality while growing up, and I really appreciate this site and everyone on it.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
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Major harvest moon fan here, I LOVE this idea! Count me in!
Probably one of the better things of the cushy lifestyle of the American teenager was that they got to sleep in. The fact that it was not pressing for him to get up until eight in the morning seemed like a dream to him. It had been a hard adjustment the first few weeks, he wasn't used to sleeping naturally. Going for so long without an actual sleep cycle and instead relying on long periods of hibernation had done horrors to his inner clock.
He got up when his alarm went off, doing his usual morning routine, a quick workout, brushing his teeth, showering, starting coffee and toast, and watching the news while he ate. All seemed to be rather normal in the world, at least according to the skewed views of the media. Switching to local, he saw that his handiwork had been found rather quickly, and the police had assumed the murder to be the work of unusual gang violence. Well, clearly they were confused, but they could bumble around like idiots all they wanted. So long as it never came back to him.
Getting dressed, he sorted his laundry and put it in the wash, it would clean while he was at school and when he returned home he'd dry it. He pulled on a black turtleneck, seeing as the weather was somewhat cold and drizzly that morning. That was fine for him, he liked the cold. He would have looked rather strange wearing a long shirt if it was hot. And there were only so many more weeks before the weather started getting warmer, and he would have to bring out the bandages again.
He walked to the bus stop, greeting some of his 'friends' on the bus and sitting with them. They were all talking about the party, regardless of whether they had actually gone or not. He smiled. Of course, it wasn't like the high school world would stop on a dime because some criminal had been shot and burned in an entirely different neighborhood. They probably hadn't even heard, and most likely wouldn't. It wasn't like the media to pick up on such cases, and even less like people to be suspicious of him. He was Alex Middleton, an exceptional student, likable guy, and a charitable goody-two shoes. An all-American prodigy.
He got up when his alarm went off, doing his usual morning routine, a quick workout, brushing his teeth, showering, starting coffee and toast, and watching the news while he ate. All seemed to be rather normal in the world, at least according to the skewed views of the media. Switching to local, he saw that his handiwork had been found rather quickly, and the police had assumed the murder to be the work of unusual gang violence. Well, clearly they were confused, but they could bumble around like idiots all they wanted. So long as it never came back to him.
Getting dressed, he sorted his laundry and put it in the wash, it would clean while he was at school and when he returned home he'd dry it. He pulled on a black turtleneck, seeing as the weather was somewhat cold and drizzly that morning. That was fine for him, he liked the cold. He would have looked rather strange wearing a long shirt if it was hot. And there were only so many more weeks before the weather started getting warmer, and he would have to bring out the bandages again.
He walked to the bus stop, greeting some of his 'friends' on the bus and sitting with them. They were all talking about the party, regardless of whether they had actually gone or not. He smiled. Of course, it wasn't like the high school world would stop on a dime because some criminal had been shot and burned in an entirely different neighborhood. They probably hadn't even heard, and most likely wouldn't. It wasn't like the media to pick up on such cases, and even less like people to be suspicious of him. He was Alex Middleton, an exceptional student, likable guy, and a charitable goody-two shoes. An all-American prodigy.
He didn't like taxis, they made him feel uneasy. He remembered too many times where he had shot his target in the back of a taxi. Those were probably the easiest kills he had ever made. People were always so trusting of their drivers, it made it disgustingly simple. So he took the bus instead, getting off three blocks away from his home.
The Holy Cow Bakery and Deli was probably the last place a highschooler would be heading to in the middle of the night, if not for the flat above it. His flat, to be precise. The elderly Indian couple who owned the building no longer had any need for the extra space, as their children were grown up and on their own now, so they rented it without question to the boy.
Kicking off his shoes, he decided it would be best to finish up the whole Ella business rather quickly. Opening up his laptop, a present from Juan, he went to his school's main page, then to the online yearbook. Ella, Ella... There she was. Her home phone number was also put along side from the teacher's view.
Pulling out his normal cell, he punched in the number, waiting patiently for someone to pick up. He got her answering machine on her cellphone. So she either wasn't home yet or wasn't answering. Well, this would be fun.
"Hello, Ella? This is Alex Middleton. We met at the party. I hope you haven't forgotten me. I had fun that night, I really hope we can meet up and do it again sometime. Maybe do some shots? Haha, just kidding. Anyways, you're probably curious about what I'm calling about. I was really concerned with that guy we saw before. I just hope you don't do anything to end up like that. Well, you're a smart girl, I know you'll do the right thing. See you around."
Hanging up the phone, he looked out the window over looking the street, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. Well, that should keep her quiet. But he'd have to keep his eyes and ears on her. If she started talking about what happened, he would have to kill her. An accident or a suicide? He couldn't decide, he was really too tired. Maybe he'd let her choose, if she sought him out again.
Getting out of his nice clothes, he put on a comfortable pair of shorts and a grey shirt, lying down on his bed. Glancing down at his left fore arm, he lifted up his sleeve, running his finger over the numbers. 24869... It was still there, and it always would be. His reminder. His chains. His name. Closing his eyes, he blocked out the memories that haunted him. Honestly, why couldn't they let him be for one night?
The Holy Cow Bakery and Deli was probably the last place a highschooler would be heading to in the middle of the night, if not for the flat above it. His flat, to be precise. The elderly Indian couple who owned the building no longer had any need for the extra space, as their children were grown up and on their own now, so they rented it without question to the boy.
Kicking off his shoes, he decided it would be best to finish up the whole Ella business rather quickly. Opening up his laptop, a present from Juan, he went to his school's main page, then to the online yearbook. Ella, Ella... There she was. Her home phone number was also put along side from the teacher's view.
Pulling out his normal cell, he punched in the number, waiting patiently for someone to pick up. He got her answering machine on her cellphone. So she either wasn't home yet or wasn't answering. Well, this would be fun.
"Hello, Ella? This is Alex Middleton. We met at the party. I hope you haven't forgotten me. I had fun that night, I really hope we can meet up and do it again sometime. Maybe do some shots? Haha, just kidding. Anyways, you're probably curious about what I'm calling about. I was really concerned with that guy we saw before. I just hope you don't do anything to end up like that. Well, you're a smart girl, I know you'll do the right thing. See you around."
Hanging up the phone, he looked out the window over looking the street, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. Well, that should keep her quiet. But he'd have to keep his eyes and ears on her. If she started talking about what happened, he would have to kill her. An accident or a suicide? He couldn't decide, he was really too tired. Maybe he'd let her choose, if she sought him out again.
Getting out of his nice clothes, he put on a comfortable pair of shorts and a grey shirt, lying down on his bed. Glancing down at his left fore arm, he lifted up his sleeve, running his finger over the numbers. 24869... It was still there, and it always would be. His reminder. His chains. His name. Closing his eyes, he blocked out the memories that haunted him. Honestly, why couldn't they let him be for one night?
Rhee looked over at the bird-woman in surprise. How did she- Oh, right. She must have read about it in their file. He nodded his head, signaling that she was correct, though now he didn't know what to talk about. He was embarrassed when she said it was a fascinating mutation. Now he felt like some sort of specimen at a zoo, like everyone was looking at him when she said that.
He ignored Thaddeus's greeting, instead returning to his seat by the table. He now felt rather anxious about this whole meeting, glancing over at Keilan.
"Um... I-If you don't mind... I don't really like people talking about us like we're something special. I don't really like the attention..." he murmured under his breath, not even sure if she had heard him.
Deciding it would be best if he just pretended to be sleepy again, he rested his head on the table, staring lazily at the empty chair across from him... Which was soon occupied by yet another newcomer. Averting his eyes, he gave up on trying to isolate himself and pulled the bowl of salty snacks towards him, ignoring the sharp pains in his head as his sister threw another fit, complaining he would make them fat.
He ignored Thaddeus's greeting, instead returning to his seat by the table. He now felt rather anxious about this whole meeting, glancing over at Keilan.
"Um... I-If you don't mind... I don't really like people talking about us like we're something special. I don't really like the attention..." he murmured under his breath, not even sure if she had heard him.
Deciding it would be best if he just pretended to be sleepy again, he rested his head on the table, staring lazily at the empty chair across from him... Which was soon occupied by yet another newcomer. Averting his eyes, he gave up on trying to isolate himself and pulled the bowl of salty snacks towards him, ignoring the sharp pains in his head as his sister threw another fit, complaining he would make them fat.
Okay! I'll get mine up!
Name: Aria or Ari
Nickname: Crowfoot
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species: Human
Appearance:
Presonality: Ari has a very carefree and humorous nature on the surface, but underneath he is as sly and cunning as a fox. When he sets his sights on something, he doesn't stop until he gets it, and will use any means to achieve his goals. A clever trickster, he prefers to have people give him what he wants rather than take it by force. He is very resourceful, and can change his plans on a whim, so that he cannot be anticipated.
History: No one knows very much about the mysterious thief Crowfoot. An unusual character, he carries out requested crimes for hire and for fun, causing trouble in between. He has never been captured, and no one knows his true face. His requests are brought to him by tossing scraps of paper detailing the job into a dry well. Crows and rats he has trained then bring them to their roosts, all over the city.
Markings: The only identifying mark on him is the tattoo of a bird's wing on his shoulder.
Family: None
Friends: Besides the rats and crows, he has a number of contacts and friends among the poor and fellow thieves.
Personal Attachment: He carries around a strange white coin for "good luck", and when unable to decide on something, he flips it, taking whatever path it gives him.
Other: Is scared of and allergic to dogs.
Name: Aria or Ari
Nickname: Crowfoot
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species: Human
Appearance:
Presonality: Ari has a very carefree and humorous nature on the surface, but underneath he is as sly and cunning as a fox. When he sets his sights on something, he doesn't stop until he gets it, and will use any means to achieve his goals. A clever trickster, he prefers to have people give him what he wants rather than take it by force. He is very resourceful, and can change his plans on a whim, so that he cannot be anticipated.
History: No one knows very much about the mysterious thief Crowfoot. An unusual character, he carries out requested crimes for hire and for fun, causing trouble in between. He has never been captured, and no one knows his true face. His requests are brought to him by tossing scraps of paper detailing the job into a dry well. Crows and rats he has trained then bring them to their roosts, all over the city.
Markings: The only identifying mark on him is the tattoo of a bird's wing on his shoulder.
Family: None
Friends: Besides the rats and crows, he has a number of contacts and friends among the poor and fellow thieves.
Personal Attachment: He carries around a strange white coin for "good luck", and when unable to decide on something, he flips it, taking whatever path it gives him.
Other: Is scared of and allergic to dogs.
Electric Velvet! Yay! You're back! Did you bring back the fried catfish?
Rhee blinked in surprise as the door reopened, and the pale, dark haired woman pulled him inside the room. Seeing her back, he saw the dark, feathery wings sprouting from her back, something he hadn't noticed before. Huh, how unusual. Then again, he probably shouldn't be the one talking here.
"No, no, no. You're in exactly the right place. Am I addressing Lilu or Rhee this morning? Please, sit down and enjoy some snacks... maybe some coffee?"
the woman welcomed him with a pleasant voice. Rhee was startled, quickly taking his hand back, fidgeting with the hem of his skirt.
"Oh. Um, I-I'm Rhee. Lilu was up late last night, so she's resting now. Um, coffee sounds great, right now." he introduced himself shyly, quickly moving out of the way and sitting down. He nodded to the other person in the room, reaching across the table and moving the coffee pot closer. After pouring his drink, he pulled the hairband off of his wrist, using it to tie his hair up into a much neater ponytail. He was a little annoyed with how long their hair was getting, nearly to his waist now, but Lilu threw a fit every time he brought up cutting it. She liked having long hair, and while he found it a bother, she filled their bathroom with all sorts of shampoo and hair products.
The door opened again, letting another person inside, another man. Happy that the focus of attention would now longer be on him, he turned to his coffee, gradually waking up with every sip. Fully alert now, he was content to simply sit and wait, but his sister, it seemed, was more anxious to move on.
What are you doing, dummy? Go up and say hi to people! If you're not going to introduce yourself, at least introduce me! Lilu pushed him indignantly.
"But Sis! I don't wanna, you always make me say weird things!" he protested. Still Lilu was starting to throw a fit, and the headaches she brought upon him were devastating.
Sighing, he gave in.
"Okay, okay... Who do you want me to talk to?" he asked.
Well, who is there? And try not to look crazy, you probably look like you're talking to yourself.
Looking over the other three, he nodded.
"Okay, well, there's a dark haired bird girl, she offered me coffee. Then there are two men, one of whom seems a little on the hyper side and the other hasn't said a word since he walked in." he described to her.
Okay, try talking to the guys! Which one is cuter?
"... I guess the quiet one? I don't know."
Well, go talk to him then! And try not to make of fool of us!
Groaning inwardly, Rhee stood up from his seat, walking near the new visitor. He seemed rather intimidating to him, and so he stood a good four feet away out of nervousness.
"Uh, hi. I'm Rhee. My sister wanted me to say hello. She's inside my head right now. We kinda do that. Sorta like siamese twins, I guess? ... I'm really not very good at this talking thing. So, uh, what do you do?" he asked, not really certain what else to talk about. He really still wasn't sure why he was here.
"No, no, no. You're in exactly the right place. Am I addressing Lilu or Rhee this morning? Please, sit down and enjoy some snacks... maybe some coffee?"
the woman welcomed him with a pleasant voice. Rhee was startled, quickly taking his hand back, fidgeting with the hem of his skirt.
"Oh. Um, I-I'm Rhee. Lilu was up late last night, so she's resting now. Um, coffee sounds great, right now." he introduced himself shyly, quickly moving out of the way and sitting down. He nodded to the other person in the room, reaching across the table and moving the coffee pot closer. After pouring his drink, he pulled the hairband off of his wrist, using it to tie his hair up into a much neater ponytail. He was a little annoyed with how long their hair was getting, nearly to his waist now, but Lilu threw a fit every time he brought up cutting it. She liked having long hair, and while he found it a bother, she filled their bathroom with all sorts of shampoo and hair products.
The door opened again, letting another person inside, another man. Happy that the focus of attention would now longer be on him, he turned to his coffee, gradually waking up with every sip. Fully alert now, he was content to simply sit and wait, but his sister, it seemed, was more anxious to move on.
What are you doing, dummy? Go up and say hi to people! If you're not going to introduce yourself, at least introduce me! Lilu pushed him indignantly.
"But Sis! I don't wanna, you always make me say weird things!" he protested. Still Lilu was starting to throw a fit, and the headaches she brought upon him were devastating.
Sighing, he gave in.
"Okay, okay... Who do you want me to talk to?" he asked.
Well, who is there? And try not to look crazy, you probably look like you're talking to yourself.
Looking over the other three, he nodded.
"Okay, well, there's a dark haired bird girl, she offered me coffee. Then there are two men, one of whom seems a little on the hyper side and the other hasn't said a word since he walked in." he described to her.
Okay, try talking to the guys! Which one is cuter?
"... I guess the quiet one? I don't know."
Well, go talk to him then! And try not to make of fool of us!
Groaning inwardly, Rhee stood up from his seat, walking near the new visitor. He seemed rather intimidating to him, and so he stood a good four feet away out of nervousness.
"Uh, hi. I'm Rhee. My sister wanted me to say hello. She's inside my head right now. We kinda do that. Sorta like siamese twins, I guess? ... I'm really not very good at this talking thing. So, uh, what do you do?" he asked, not really certain what else to talk about. He really still wasn't sure why he was here.
This looks interesting! Let's see, looks like all the guy slots are taken... Okay! I'd like to reserve one for a girl! Maine or Texas.... Heads Maine, Tails Texas. -le flip- Maine it is! Awesome! I'm from Maine, actually. -puffs out moose chest proudly-
Posted~! Sleepy Rhee may have made a slight misunderstanding about what is going on. I love awkward misunderstandings.
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