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when will the holy taco god return to remove the banner i wonder
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8 yrs ago
@POOHEAD189 didn't know it was your birthday. happy birthday, poo. :D
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8 yrs ago
imagine a school RP but it's an actual school where you and your character needs to learn things or fail the next big test. nothing big, nothing cheesy. just good ol' boring school
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8 yrs ago
WE ARE BACK ONLINE, PEOPLE. THE SACRIFICES TO MAHZ WORKED
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8 yrs ago
a reality where dogs still love us but they can tell us about it by verbalizing it
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Hi! I’m Mac!
…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…
…Obviously, none of these is my real name, (and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before) so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before “IC =/= OOC”
IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as a 4th year an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being supposedly fluent in English.
Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?
Okay. Now for credibility.
I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.
If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?
So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:
／ﾌﾌ ム｀ヽ
/ ノ) ∧__∧ ） ヽ
/ ｜\ \ (✿uwu ) ノ⌒(ゝ.\
/ ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく＼ ／
丶＿ ノ ✩ ノ､ ✩ |/
`ヽ `ー-‘_人`ーﾉ
丶￣ _人’彡ﾉ
／｀ヽ _/十\
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…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…
…Obviously, none of these is my real name, (and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before) so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before “IC =/= OOC”
IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as a 4th year an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being supposedly fluent in English.
Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?
Okay. Now for credibility.
I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.
If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?
So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:
／ﾌﾌ ム｀ヽ
/ ノ) ∧__∧ ） ヽ
/ ｜\ \ (✿uwu ) ノ⌒(ゝ.\
/ ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく＼ ／
丶＿ ノ ✩ ノ､ ✩ |/
`ヽ `ー-‘_人`ーﾉ
丶￣ _人’彡ﾉ
／｀ヽ _/十\
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The man did not respond to the calls towards him. He was too busy being with his thoughts. Soon enough, they had made their way up the stairs and away from the others.
Enso said
It's quite all right, I'm glad to see you're still interested. I apologize and I'll be sure to use them in the future.
no it's alright. thank you for not cutting me off
The man was talking again, continuously droning on about biological oddities that he has encountered and heard of in his job.
“See, M-mister Carnaby. T-there is a thing ca-called a Blobfish. It’s a deep sea fish that l-looks like those blob m-monstrosities that you see on TV. Only that it is s-smaller and l-looks more... Um... Less intimidati--”
“W-what? No, of c-course n-not! I’m not m-making it up.”
“Really, n-now? Are you telling m-me that I’m a liar? Heavens, how c-could you accuse me of-of such things? You know f-full w-well that I’m n-nothing like that.”
“I’ll have to r-remind you that I-i am a legitimate s-scientist. I do not m-make up such things, no matter how imp-probable they might seem to be.”
Die made his way through now opened tower doors and passed through the two men, completely oblivious of their presence despite the conversation that they seem to be having. The only person that he senses at the moment the doll he’s clutching on his chest.
“W-well have you heard of this neat m-meat-eating plant? It’s call a Venus flytrap a-and it—“
“Oh… Y-wou could’ve just said that in a n-nicer way, Mister Potty Mouth. But really, it’s interesting it has these s-sensitive hairs i-inside…”
“See, M-mister Carnaby. T-there is a thing ca-called a Blobfish. It’s a deep sea fish that l-looks like those blob m-monstrosities that you see on TV. Only that it is s-smaller and l-looks more... Um... Less intimidati--”
“W-what? No, of c-course n-not! I’m not m-making it up.”
“Really, n-now? Are you telling m-me that I’m a liar? Heavens, how c-could you accuse me of-of such things? You know f-full w-well that I’m n-nothing like that.”
“I’ll have to r-remind you that I-i am a legitimate s-scientist. I do not m-make up such things, no matter how imp-probable they might seem to be.”
Die made his way through now opened tower doors and passed through the two men, completely oblivious of their presence despite the conversation that they seem to be having. The only person that he senses at the moment the doll he’s clutching on his chest.
“W-well have you heard of this neat m-meat-eating plant? It’s call a Venus flytrap a-and it—“
“Oh… Y-wou could’ve just said that in a n-nicer way, Mister Potty Mouth. But really, it’s interesting it has these s-sensitive hairs i-inside…”
hello. i'm sorry for not being social. i'm still here though. um. kindly resort to gender neutral pronouns (they, them, theirs) for me. thanks.
"W-what was that, M-mister Carnaby? You want to s-stay inside?"
There was a voice coming from one of the many worn-down establishments in the dead landscape. Though solitary, the voice seemed to be talking in a conversational tone, quite cheerful, and maybe a little parental.
"Ah, y-yes. We have none l-left t-to eat and the store had r-run out. It's sad but we have t-to go..."
"Oh come n-now. D-don't raise y-your voice at me. I-i've said it before and I'll s-say it again, do N-NOT cuss."
The man kept walking away yet curiously and kept conversing as he traversed the empty area. Though he's seen skeletons and other antrophomorphic objects here and there, he found himself glaring at them and stabbing at least two of them because they were giving him the stink eye and was bad-mouthing him.
"H-heavens! People t-these days are so r-rude and ill bred. Didn't t-their parents e-ever t-teach them manners?! T-this is why we don't go out of-often, don't we, M-mister Carnaby? N-nonetheless... W-were a-almost near so h-hang tight." The man says as he grips his companion and approach the tower.
There was a voice coming from one of the many worn-down establishments in the dead landscape. Though solitary, the voice seemed to be talking in a conversational tone, quite cheerful, and maybe a little parental.
"Ah, y-yes. We have none l-left t-to eat and the store had r-run out. It's sad but we have t-to go..."
"Oh come n-now. D-don't raise y-your voice at me. I-i've said it before and I'll s-say it again, do N-NOT cuss."
The man kept walking away yet curiously and kept conversing as he traversed the empty area. Though he's seen skeletons and other antrophomorphic objects here and there, he found himself glaring at them and stabbing at least two of them because they were giving him the stink eye and was bad-mouthing him.
"H-heavens! People t-these days are so r-rude and ill bred. Didn't t-their parents e-ever t-teach them manners?! T-this is why we don't go out of-often, don't we, M-mister Carnaby? N-nonetheless... W-were a-almost near so h-hang tight." The man says as he grips his companion and approach the tower.
ahah... okay here's the guy
Real Name: Marcus Damien Heller
Chosen Name: Die
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has black hair, pale skin, skinny body, and sunken green eyes that seem to stare through a person's soul under his mask. He carries around a creepy plush toy that he made from portions of his favorite "companions" throughout the years.
Special Skills: Gifted with speed and agility, Damien is capable of slitting throats or stabbing men in impressive speed. He is also has a decent reflex reaction and is quite good with hand-to-hand combat as he got himself trained out of sheer paranoia. Non-combat-wise, he's a decent tailor. But that's just about it.
Tools: An Eickhorn Advanced Combat Knife and a medium-sized bag pack full of items he hoarded while wandering around.
Real Name: Marcus Damien Heller
Chosen Name: Die
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has black hair, pale skin, skinny body, and sunken green eyes that seem to stare through a person's soul under his mask. He carries around a creepy plush toy that he made from portions of his favorite "companions" throughout the years.
Special Skills: Gifted with speed and agility, Damien is capable of slitting throats or stabbing men in impressive speed. He is also has a decent reflex reaction and is quite good with hand-to-hand combat as he got himself trained out of sheer paranoia. Non-combat-wise, he's a decent tailor. But that's just about it.
Tools: An Eickhorn Advanced Combat Knife and a medium-sized bag pack full of items he hoarded while wandering around.
ah. this is interesting. ahahaha i'm... gonna make one, i guess. hhh. i'm gonna try and make my CS now...
Sirius seated himself on one of the many chairs in the vicinity. He was waiting for the time to run out as instructed, though he’s still not sure what he should do after the others were lined up. He supposes that he’ll just ask them later. What’s with the hastiness of the others though? Were they to go somewhere? The others somehow looked at him funny when he didn’t know what to do, other than watching the clock and wasting the time that was passing him by.
A couple of minutes later, he hears small metallic noises of worn armor and perhaps small muttering. He could barely understand what was being said given that it was being muffled by the stone divisions. He hoped it was the Holy Knight earlier though. Then the door finally opens to show the Holy Knight earlier. Only that this time, he had company that was in the form of a smaller and more feminine feature with… pink hair? What? That can’t be real, can’t it? What’s with people and their choice of hair color these days? What’s next? Green? Purple? Why can’t people be content with the usual hair colors anyway? He knows white is a normal thing but wow… Whatever…
Anyway, she got off of the knight and glanced at him. He offered her a smile, much like what he did with the others, only to see her take a glance then dash towards the men’s room. A voice was heard, sure, but she exited all giggly and flustered. She said something about finally knowing what it looked like. He would’ve been confused but her reaction says it all. He wonders who she saw though. Still, none of them are doing much at the moment anyway and it seems that she’s more open than the others so he approaches her. “Hello, miss. Did I do something to make you run?”
A couple of minutes later, he hears small metallic noises of worn armor and perhaps small muttering. He could barely understand what was being said given that it was being muffled by the stone divisions. He hoped it was the Holy Knight earlier though. Then the door finally opens to show the Holy Knight earlier. Only that this time, he had company that was in the form of a smaller and more feminine feature with… pink hair? What? That can’t be real, can’t it? What’s with people and their choice of hair color these days? What’s next? Green? Purple? Why can’t people be content with the usual hair colors anyway? He knows white is a normal thing but wow… Whatever…
Anyway, she got off of the knight and glanced at him. He offered her a smile, much like what he did with the others, only to see her take a glance then dash towards the men’s room. A voice was heard, sure, but she exited all giggly and flustered. She said something about finally knowing what it looked like. He would’ve been confused but her reaction says it all. He wonders who she saw though. Still, none of them are doing much at the moment anyway and it seems that she’s more open than the others so he approaches her. “Hello, miss. Did I do something to make you run?”
He noted that he was being studied so finally pulls his things and himself inside and lets the other’s eyes wander his person. It’s… uncomfortable to be studied this outright. Perhaps it’s part of the process? Yes? No? Can he try being charming? No? Yeah that’s probably the best thing right now.
“It w-“ He was intending to somehow try and cut the man off. But what made the cut instead was something shrill and ear piercing that it managed to echo inside the cold stone room. Great. A screech. Rius perked, alert, facade faltering for a moment. First day in and someone’s already having their bones broken. Probably. The place is odd and inconvenient… Hmm…
His mind wandered off for a moment, leaving him open and panicked when the clock was handed to him. Or maybe it was more of a shove for the seemingly thinner man. Sirius dropped his supplies with a loud clatter and quickly answered with a “Y-yes!” that faltered in tone while his hands fumbled with the clock that seemed more like a freshly caught and struggling fish than it is as an inanimate object.
After the Holy Knight left, he sighs and finally drops the fool act, holding the clock properly and facing the others, he looked somewhat nervous. His façade was back up. “I… Uh. Hello. Please do what you were intending to do…” Whatever they were…
Sirius stood there, awkward and unsure as to what he himself should do in the meantime. But for now, he supposes it wouldn’t hurt to carry his supplies to a corner and just do what was instructed to him. It’s just a few minutes more anyway.
“It w-“ He was intending to somehow try and cut the man off. But what made the cut instead was something shrill and ear piercing that it managed to echo inside the cold stone room. Great. A screech. Rius perked, alert, facade faltering for a moment. First day in and someone’s already having their bones broken. Probably. The place is odd and inconvenient… Hmm…
His mind wandered off for a moment, leaving him open and panicked when the clock was handed to him. Or maybe it was more of a shove for the seemingly thinner man. Sirius dropped his supplies with a loud clatter and quickly answered with a “Y-yes!” that faltered in tone while his hands fumbled with the clock that seemed more like a freshly caught and struggling fish than it is as an inanimate object.
After the Holy Knight left, he sighs and finally drops the fool act, holding the clock properly and facing the others, he looked somewhat nervous. His façade was back up. “I… Uh. Hello. Please do what you were intending to do…” Whatever they were…
Sirius stood there, awkward and unsure as to what he himself should do in the meantime. But for now, he supposes it wouldn’t hurt to carry his supplies to a corner and just do what was instructed to him. It’s just a few minutes more anyway.
There was a couple of knocks on the door before a face, a young man peeks out from behind it and briefly lets his eyes wander around their quarters, given that the other man before did not actually lock it when they entered in the first place. The first thing that comes out of his mouth was a small "Hello?" that wavered in what can arguably be considered as a tone of shame in his voice.
"Hello sirs, madams." He started before going inside halfway through where he could be seen wearing nothing but a commoner’s clothes, a knapsack and another large handbag that lets out a metallic noise whenever he moves it. "I'm afraid I'm lost. My name is Sirius Kyros but others call me Rius for convenience’s sake. The door outside says Libra so... Yes. Anyhow, I'm sorry for intruding but may I ask if it's still too late to sign up? The other squads were apparently full and I was referred here." His voice was soft but not necessarily hushed and his face held that of a child-like innocence as well as a smile that would be seen on someone that’s, as popularly called, a person that cannot hurt a fly.
Looking around, Sirius notices the others and he keeps the ashamed but friendly face on as he tried to take in the features of each… person in the room. They all look amiable and nice so he nods at them as he muttered a small hello for each of them under his breath.
"Hello sirs, madams." He started before going inside halfway through where he could be seen wearing nothing but a commoner’s clothes, a knapsack and another large handbag that lets out a metallic noise whenever he moves it. "I'm afraid I'm lost. My name is Sirius Kyros but others call me Rius for convenience’s sake. The door outside says Libra so... Yes. Anyhow, I'm sorry for intruding but may I ask if it's still too late to sign up? The other squads were apparently full and I was referred here." His voice was soft but not necessarily hushed and his face held that of a child-like innocence as well as a smile that would be seen on someone that’s, as popularly called, a person that cannot hurt a fly.
Looking around, Sirius notices the others and he keeps the ashamed but friendly face on as he tried to take in the features of each… person in the room. They all look amiable and nice so he nods at them as he muttered a small hello for each of them under his breath.
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