Jellybeans

George Roleplay

George is crunchy today. His cheeks are slimy and his nose is gyrating. He climbs. He climbs.

Rohokumbo

Shlop Kleplings

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Shlop Kleplings looked at the minuscule newspaper in her hands and felt obese.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her crunchy surroundings. She had always loved idyllic Mongolia with its spilt, stingy slerp. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel obese.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dregus Drugus. Dregus was a jeaplaeo friend with pink pubes and crispy legs.

Shlop gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a farting, adorable, slug juice drinker with fat pubes and fungal legs. Her friends saw her as a breakable, bumpy bear. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a fried baby flamingo.

But not even a farting person who had once jumped into a river and saved a fried baby flamingo, was prepared for what Dregus had in store today.

The snow flurried like boating maggots, making Shlop hunch over a lot.

As Shlop stepped outside and came closer to Dregus, she could see the quickest glint in his eye.

"I want sand."

George Roleplay

Name: George Georgeker
Age: Georgeteen(haha jk)... 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Aggressive and timid, humble and narcissistic
Occupation: Bartender
History: George grew up an only child to parents George and Georgina. He was born in Florida somewhere. Life was pretty good. His parents were kind and he was always happy. He had a lot of girlfriends in high school. Simple. Easy. He killed his parents and contracted several diseases by the age of 20 then he moved to Chicago to bartend and get away from his past.

George Roleplay

George

Story:

Once upon a time, there was George: an all-encompassing collective and hivemind. Everyone is named George in this universe. No need to even make a character sheet, just jump in, your name is George, you live in Chicago, Illinois. Everyone in Chicago is George here. The bean is even named George bean. Everyone's personality is narcissistic, humble, aggressive and timid. Let's go guys. Let's see how this goes.

Age Of Rising Horrors

Myra

Lapenzan

The fight had been satisfyingly entertaining for Myra, however, she had wished to see more death and blood. It would had been funny if everyone died. She clung to her dragon as she ordered it to fly off away towards Gallowstein City. She hoped to find more fun and trouble to cause. The evil vampires that had joined really interested her. They seemed to know how to have fun and had some great ambitions. She hoped she could perhaps find them there.

Apocalyptic Idea

This is really good idea.

Age Of Rising Horrors

Myra

Lapenzan

@Alivefalling@Polaris North@HumanMusic@Warborn123

"Wow things have taken a turn!"Myra exclaimed in the midst of everything with joy. The owl was off her arm now, perching on a nearby branch. She took the knife that had been bestowed in her hand and spun it in around like it was a harmless twig. She grinned as not one but two vampires joined the group. The best was when the beautiful werewolf with multiple heads emerged. Myra really loved him. She loved all of this. This was true chaos and she loved it. She started to laugh loudly, nearly yelling. It was sudden enough to probably startle even the vampire. "This is so FUN!"She finally said with a grin. "It's like a big party! Isn't this so great? Look at that cute three-headed-dog!" She moved over to her wolf with a kick in her step. "Odin my dear feel free to take a break. You've been doing an astounding job. "She smiled and hugged the wolf's neck. He moved backward into the shadows obediently.

"Honey will be joining us! You all will love her!" Myra said with a grin as she moved away from the spring.
She gestured to the waterfall as a dark purple dragon, with blood-stained scales and orange eyes, began to emerge from out of the waterfall. It was a decent size but nothing overwhelmingly huge. "Isn't she great?" Myra asked as she flapped her wings, loudly, moving over to the edge of the spring. Myra hopped on her back swiftly, clinging to her neck. She took the knife, glancing towards the masked man and licked the blade. "Eh. It does not taste too great."She tossed it, "You should get a new one."

Myra giggled again as the dragon then moved her into the air out of reach over the spring, breathing fire as warning. "Fight my friends! Color the water red and taste each other's flesh and bones!" She bellowed.

Age Of Rising Horrors

Myra

Lapenzan

@Alivefalling@Polaris North@HumanMusic

The one man who made a move to drink the water seemed kind and well-mannered. Myra appreciated that about him and gave him a smile, "Thank you, Odin loves when people compliment his appearance. He's very proud of it." However the other strange man was not as kind. He had yet to greet any of them and was demanding they prove themselves worthy of life to him. An arrogant move.Myra thought to herself. From the way the kinder man had been looking at the knife, she had a feeling it would not end too well if he were to cut his finger.

Myra kept her gaze on the man, not even glancing downward toward the blade. "I have nothing to prove to you."She said simply. Of course Myra was no werewolf, however she wouldn't yield to a stranger's demands. "If you really were that mighty a hunter, you would be able to tell without asking your enemies to reveal themselves, and if so they are werewolves why would they?" She started to giggle as she raised her arm. An over-sized great horned owl swooped in and perched on her arm, his beady eyes setting on Nathaniel. "And who's to say you can effectively kill three strangers whose species are unknown to you?" She continued coolly, her tone trickling with amusement.

Age Of Rising Horrors

Myra

Lapenzan

@Alivefalling@Polaris North@HumanMusic

It was expected that at least one individual would stumble upon her. Myra didn't turn her head as she listened to the steps of the oncoming travelers. "Thirsty?"She tilted her head slightly to glance over her shoulder at the two. "This is one of my favorite springs."She told them in a dreamy voice, "The water is just lovely. Not to mention how pretty the area is here."She slowly got to her feet as she spoke, seemingly not threatened. "Good place to unwind if you boys were looking to rest. "

The wolf familiar did not have the same calm demeanor. He was protectively pacing near Myra, ready to defend her if necessary. She comfortingly ran her hand through his fur, "He won't hurt you unless you give him reason to. Do not worry. " He growled in contrast to her statement, gazing in another direction. Myra followed his gaze along with the female voice that soon reached them.

"Hello friends."She smiled at the girl and her companion, "Are you thirsty?"

Age Of Rising Horrors

Myra

Lapenzan

Myra was knelt in front of a spring within the forests of Lapenzan, gently running her hand over the fur of a large white wolf as it lapped up water. "Drink up my darling."She mused to herself with a smile. She had been in the woods a good two days now despite warnings of it being dangerous. She had been doing this since young. After her parents' sudden passing, Myra had started acted rather strange in the opinions of the other humans in Lapenzan. She had crowned her messy fair hair with a random assortment of flowers and did not seem to care about getting rather pretty dress dirty. The girl was not looking around her much but was listening more than one might think.