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6 yrs ago
Current All the guy did was change his pic to a swastika, say some entry-level /pol/ bytes, and changed his bio to basic slurs.
6 yrs ago
You know exactly who.
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6 yrs ago
I don't know why we can't blast both zoophiles and pedophiles at the same time. Two birds one stone.
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6 yrs ago
idk who needs to hear this but if you like women then you're gay, no ifs ands or buts
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7 yrs ago
I'm back.
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Bitch, I'm the best.

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Sorry I couldn't get a post up today, but I'm really tired so I'll respond in the morning.
Except swim.
Mary Boyce


The Flower Queen was brought out of her train of thought when a young couple approached her stand. They were noticeably younger than her, which was kinda cute, but Mary was already familiar with how this played out. The guy would pick "the prettiest" flowers for his girl and then compliment how they don't look nearly as beautiful as the girl. This was rarely the case, as Mary felt her flowers were often plenty more beautiful than most women, but nonetheless she would bite her tongue out of politeness. Most often the guy would be alone and get flowers for his girl later, but it wasn't uncommon for both to be there. Boys really liked giving girls flowers, apparently.

But before Mary could answer the younger man's question he proceeded to continue talking with a noticeable change in tone. His mocking joke didn't go undetected, prompting an unamused frown from Mary. "Oh, you're a new face," she remarked, keeping her head propped up with her palm. "Probably think you're cute, don't ya? But I wouldn't want to keep you up past your bedtime." Now that she knew Goldas was a Harpy she felt no reservation in insulting him. While she didn't know him he clearly knew her, so perhaps her fame combined with a bit of banter could goad him into trying to fight her. It was fun fighting with Harpies but Mary already felt an extra desire to pummel this specific one.

That was when another girl approached the stand, clearly more timid and seemingly unaffiliated with Goldas and his girlfriend (Mary assumed). "Oh, the flowers are always free," Mary answered. "Beauty like this deserves to be shared, not sold." Then her eyes drifted back to the blonde fellow with the scar on his face. "But for Harpies it isn't free." A cheeky and mean-spirited grin formed on her face as she finally sat upright and crossed her arms under her bust. "Harpies have to prove to me they are worthy of such beautiful flowers. If they can't match the beauty in some other way then they don't deserve to have some of mine. Perhaps in the beauty of art, perhaps in song or dance... perhaps in the beauty of battle..." While she was unaware of Phoebe's status as a Harpy, Mary was equally unaware that both of the two were considered S-class at their guild. Though that would be largely irrelevant information to her anyways; Mary would just assume that she is still stronger than Goldas should he choose to fight her. She always assumed that she was not only the most beautiful in the room but always the strongest. There had been very few times it was proven not to be the case, after all. With her grin now a smirk, Mary leaned back slightly on her floating leaf chair as she awaited the decisions of her potential customers/opponents.

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Reinhardt is best waifu
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Mary Boyce


On bright, sunny days like this it was never a challenge to find Mary. The green-haired woman would be outside, wandering around the town or tending to her garden at the local orphanage. Even on the days she took jobs there was a good chance that one could find her enjoying the sunshine, given that her jobs are usually wrapped up very quickly and she travels fast. But today it was even easier to find the Flower Queen for it was a day of festivities. It was only natural that a mage of Golem's Hand would be enjoying their dedicated day of celebration. It was an anniversary, after all, and Mary was one of the mages that had joined the guild when it was in its early days.

She had built her own booth near the town square. Calling it a "booth" is a bit of a stretch, as she magically created a hedge with flowers on it and then sat down behind it on a floating leaf. Either way it fit her objective: giving away free flowers. Behind, next to, and on top of her stand were many bright and vibrant flowers of many varieties. Some were in pots, others in bouquets, but every one of them was perfectly healthy and vivid with color. She probably could sell them for a hefty price but the idea never occurred to Mary. She did this for fun, not for profit. It would be a crime, in her eyes, to put a pricetag on such beautiful sights to behold as these flowers. And while one would assume that she had simply created them with her magic they would be quite wrong. Despite having the capability to do so, Mary had always enjoyed tending to plants. She grew all these flowers on her own time for the express purpose of giving them away today.

While she enjoyed seeing the looks on people's face as they gazed in wonder at the flowers she had grown, she was also hiding her energetic giddiness behind her calm and friendly smile. It wasn't just Golem's Hand's anniversary but it was also a good opportunity to fight with Harpy's Wing mages. Mary wasn't vindictive or hateful toward the other guild but she always enjoyed a good brawl. She had fought with her fellow Golems many times and she can fight them whenever she pleases with little to no consequence. Harpies, on the other hand, aren't as easy-access for combat. But of the five previous anniversary festivals every single one of them saw a fight break out between Harpies and Golems. Mary wasn't a part of all of them but she's always known that today was one of the rare chances to tumble with the opposing guild and be largely immune to any consequences for it. Everyone is usually so light-hearted and friendly during this day that the fights had always seemed as something playful, not something horrible.

So as she did her self-appointed duty as a flower maiden, Mary kept her impatience hidden. I've been out here for three hours now and no Harpies have shown up yet, she thought to herself as she rested her head in her palm with her elbow on the booth. Normally there's been one or two that I'd see by now. If less of them are coming to the festival then I have a smaller chance at goading one of them to fight me. Have we done anything to offend them lately? I don't think we have. With a sigh she let herself glance towards the giant tree at the center of the lake. The home of Harpy's Wing. It was a beautiful tree, but Mary could never get over how insolent someone would have to be to defile such a majestic and ancient thing to build a guild hall inside it. If she had her way that tree would've been preserved as a national landmark, a tribute to the power of plantlife. If there was any gripe Mary had with Harpy's Wing on a personal level, their guildhall would be it. She looked away before she could get angry, as she knew she surely would be if she continued to think about it, and brought her attention back to scanning the passerby and seeing how many of her flowers she could hand out.
According to my career profile, my top four are Reinhardt, Genji, Torbjorn, and Mercy.

And I'm damn good with all of them.
Symmetra is only good on Payload on defense and Lucio is only good on Payload on offense and maps with cliffs.

Mercy is good on all maps on all sides. Heal/Buff beam stick works wonders and "Heroes never die!"
This seems like a really interesting roleplay! What are any critical specifications I'll need to know if I want to put in a character application, if any? Restricted species types, for example, or general things you just can't have exist in this established world?


This is entirely irrelevant but Mercy is best support.
Or you can just fly.
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