Jabberwocky

Fog of Torvelt

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Having caught most of the conversation between the little half-elf - Imalessa, she reminded herself - and the bull, Brynan found herself fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Unsurprisingly, she failed miserably.

"Gods, girl," she growled, running a hand through her short-cropped hair. "You came here to offer your bow in service and you didn't even bring it with you? We don't have time for you to be pussyfooting around like this. You've signed up to fight, not to talk about your feelings and have your hand held while the rest of us do the dirty work." Taking long, angry strides, she threw open a small side door nearly hidden by a hanging tapestry. Outside there was a narrow hallway where a fresh-faced young human shot to attention and tried to look like he hadn't just been standing with his ear pressed to the door.

"Millnos," she barked. The guard seemed apprehensive. "Bring this fool a bow and a quiver of arrows. No, make it two. Quickly now!"

"Sir!" Millnos wasted no time, turning on the spot and jogging down the hallway towards the armoury.

Shadowrun: The Big Easy

Getting in here real quick to call dibs on an elven shaman rogue type character.

Daydreaming

Nightfall WIP

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....................	Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall. Welcome, weary traveler. It appears you've stumbled onto an original medieval fantasy roleplay. Big beasties, dangerous magic and a post-apocalyptic world are just a few of the tasty treats waiting for you. Add to that a sense of realism, balanced characters and more grit than you can shake a stick at and you've got yourself a little something called Nightfall. Read on to find out more. Setting Morbi vitae neque urna. Curabitur in efficitur nunc, ac egestas justo. Nam vestibulum rutrum dui, nec tincidunt turpis dignissim non. Suspendisse ultrices pulvinar purus eleifend ornare. Nam sed sodales diam. Sed sapien enim, bibendum eget aliquet nec, euismod eu tellus. Integer a nisi a metus lacinia sagittis vitae vitae ligula. Nunc laoreet eu velit fermentum sollicitudin. Curabitur suscipit, ex nec fringilla tincidunt, quam massa suscipit justo, mollis malesuada ex odio quis enim. Praesent non dui enim. Pellentesque congue mattis libero quis pellentesque. The Plot Text here. Lore Text here Characters Text here. Rules ◆ Play nice. This is a blanket rule that covers everything from harassment and discrimination to basic dick-ishness. Don't do it. ◆ Character creation; ◈ All characters must be over the age of 18. ◈ For their appearance, an image and text description is required. Real-life face claims or realistic art only. ◈ When creating your characters, keep a balance between power and weakness, success and failure. ◆ Posts must be a minimum of one paragraph long, written in third person, past tense. There is no maximum length, but I value quality over quantity - especially in fast-paced scenes when it's more important to keep things moving at a steady pace. ◆ For now there is no posting order. Simply make sure that at least 2 people have posted in the IC before making another post yourself.	....................

Disney D&D 5e

If by some miracle this gets revived (or somebody else decides to make it themselves) I'd like to throw my hat in the ring as well.

Atlantis Again: A Harry Potter RP

Of course, you're absolutely welcome to the idea. But do me one favour; link me if you decide to post it somewhere. I may be disgusted with Rowling, but I'm not with the idea that my husband and I dreamed up for this roleplay. I'd love to see what you do with it.

To answer your other question, yeah ... She's doubling down on her transphobic statements and now has decided to go after people who take medication for depression and other such issues. As a member of the LGBT* community and someone with severe depression, all I can say is fuck her.

Atlantis Again: A Harry Potter RP

After a lot of internal debating and back and forth, I've decided to close this roleplay. For those of you who are unaware of the hateful and damaging statements being made by JK Rowling, I ask that you take a moment to educate yourself. While I believe in separating the art from the artist, in this case I cannot. I'm left with an overwhelming sense of betrayal and disappointment that the fandom I used to love so much has become something that, to me, now signifies only hate.

To everyone who made characters or were in the process of applying, I apologize.

Beware the Jabberwock

Bea

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Info

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Name: Bea
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 25
Sexuality: Bisexual
Home planet: Voss
Occupation: Anthropologist (sort of)

Lightsaber: (Leave blank for now) I don't want to :c

The Force

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Awakening: (Describe the moment you realized your connection to the Force)

Alignment: Grey
Force Aptitude: Relatively powerful (in certain aspects). Her ability to sense the force and its many nuances with as much clarity as she does allows her to 'see' better than she would have with just her eyes.
Force Trait: As mentioned, Bea essentially uses the force as her eyes, much like a bat uses sonar to map its environment. Not only that, it grants her enhanced reflexes which sometimes appear so sharp and accurate that they border on glimpses into the future.
Force Powers:

• Sight - the ability to 'see' through her connection with the force.
• Visions - frequent and mostly accurate flashes of insight into the future.
• Push - the ability to move and manipulate small objects telepathically.

Personality

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Empathetic - Flexible - Independent
Strengths:
Vulnerabilities:
Dreams:
Fears:

History

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Foundling / Padawan 8yo / 22 years since the fall of the Republic /

Annulus: Darkness Rising [Runic war RP]

Consider my interest checked.

Fog of Torvelt

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Brynan leaned slightly towards Nathaniel, her own height nearly matching his. "I don't know why the king has chosen to trust you, spellcaster," she said lowly. "But make no mistake, your flowery words don't fool me. I'll be watching you."

With that she straightened and turned to address the room in general. "My name is Brynan Ianyre, and first and foremost I am the chief bodyguard to the king. While it's my responsibility to keep him safe, it's also my duty to oversee the safety of his family. The prince ... He was taken because I wasn't there to stop it." Emotion welled up in her voice - a mixture of anger and shame. But she continued, speaking more to herself than anyone else. "I have no interest in being the one to lead you. All that matters is seeing this mission through to its end and returning the prince to his family. If that means working together, so be it. I am ... gladdened by your presence." She finished somewhat awkwardly, unaccustomed to expressing herself in such a way.

Crossing her arms, she stood back and scowled at the world in general while she listened to the others say their piece.

What Are You Listening To?