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The Greenbriar Miracles

@JackalopeLove

You're welcome to have your character pop into my interactions. My only request is that as you do it make it flow some. Reading over the IC, some of the interactions so far seem forced and awkward.

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@OfWindAndRain

@JackalopeLove

I have started a meme god damnit.

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@Mr Allen J You do you keep calling Audrey white? She's a quarter white, everything else is east Asian.

@Gisk

To be fair it's not mentioned that she's asian at all the appearance section of her sheet.

As a caucasian myself, I will state that her faceclaim looks pretty white bread. It's an honest mistake imo.

The Greenbriar Miracles

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Phil Phillips - Home

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Dexter was at the cliff's face when the lights had shown once again for the first time in eighteen years.

It had started off as a relatively normal evening, all things considered. A cherry read Mazda drove lackadaisically along the dirt road and pulled up a few dozen feet from the cliff's edge at 8:28PM on the dot. By 8:30 Dexter had taken the foldable chair out of his trunk, set out said chair, and was drinking his IBC cream soda while reading The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch to the sunset. The sun began setting at around 8:50, and as night began taking hold his lingering thoughts were drawn away from the book and Alexandra, captured instead by a uniquely beautiful light show that split the sky like a brilliant shining fault line. He sat alone in the dark, leaning into his chair and enjoying the aurora of lights that he had never seen before in his life.

His watch beeped, and he looked down at the lightly illuminated numbers. 9:30PM. He cast his eyes up at the sky once more and noticed small clouds were beginning to roll in. Just more Oregon weather, he had mused. So he finished his soda, packed up his chair, put the convertible roof up, and drove home. He was home by 9:45, hugged his mother (who was tapping away on her computer) goodnight, and went to sleep just as he had since his 6th grade.

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"And god please help me enjoy this, life is more than a sequence of waiting for things to be done." Dexter said, repeating the words on the posted her was positioning on the wall of his room. He stepped back a few paces, nearly tripping over his backpack as he did so (which he still hadn't unpacked). When he steadied himself, he turned his attention back to the poster and closed one eye. He stuck his hand out, making an 'L' with his thumb and index finger as if he was trying to judge how centered the frame was.

"It's off to the left some," His mother said, leaning against the doorway to his room. Dexter jumped, startled by her sudden voice, and whipped around. This time he actually did trip on his backpack. His mother laughed, and Dexter mumbled something about school and how it was still trying to kill him as he got up. He turned his eyes to his mother, his brown eyes clashing against her blue ones in a glare. He narrowed his eyes and waved her off, walking toward the poster and trying to center it again. It stayed for about half a second before sliding back into it's original uneven position.

"Looks like someone's gonna have to make a trip to the convenience store." His mother sing song-ed, walking away from the doorway and back into the living room. Dex furrowed his brow and followed after her.

"Uh, why?"

His mother, who was now on the couch and had pulled up an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians hummed in response, throwing her thumb behind her in general direction of the garage. "Yeah, preeetty sure we're out of nails."

If possible, Dexter's brows furrowed even more, and he walked into the garage and to the tool box. Sure enough, they were in fact out of nails. And super glue. He looked to his car, which was sitting pretty in the garage, freshly waxed and serviced by Springer Automotive. He popped into the laundry room and grabbed his keys off of the key hooks.

"Gonna go to the convenience store!" he called into the house. "Do we need anything?"

"Just some nails. Pick me up a coffee while you're there!" his mother called back. "Oh, and take an umbrella with you! Weather says it might rain today!"

And so, with that, Dexter was off to the convenience store. It was a short drive, as it was a small town after all.

With such a short shopping list, it wasn't exactly a time consuming venture. A little box of nails, two cheap convenience store coffees, some windshield wiper fluid for his car since he was running low, and a banana because he still hadn't eaten. He paid the Arabian man, who had given Dexter a friendly but incredulous look once he was presented with the items Dexter had wanted to purchase. Dexter had simply shrugged and smiled in response. As he walked outside, he noticed that light rain was beginning to fall on the parking lot pavement. He sighed, and rushed into his car, putting the coffee in the cup holders and his items of choice into the passenger seat. He pulled his keys out of his pocket was about to start the car when he noticed an old classmate of his smoking under the overhang of the convenience store roof. He hesitated in starting his car, and his eyes drifted down to his umbrella. His features softened into a small smile, and he grabbed umbrella. He opened the door of his car and opened the umbrella to shield him from the rain, which wasn't getting stronger but showed no signs of lulling any time soon.

"Hey, Zoey!" He said, recounting her name without seemingly any thought. They weren't close friends, and for most people remembering a name could be hard. However, Dexter wasn't most people. He showed her his yellow umbrella, as if signaling that he didn't want to leave her to getting wet. Just in case though, he tacked on, "Didn't want to leave you to the rain."

He sucked in a breath of the humid air and looked out at the rain, then back at her. "Uh.. how've you been?"

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

But what I'm concerned about is not that people are voicing their opinion about a particular post, but that so many people are saying the same thing. I don't think that level of repetitious criticism is warranted on the first post in an RP, certainly not before the "offender" has had a chance to confirm if they are going to take the criticism to heart or not.

@BrokenPromise

Oh, I totally understand your qualm with the repetition. I was attacking the notion of the criticism itself being too aggressive. I can state that I have only seen that once or twice on the Guild thus far, so if my experience is anything to go by then it is not normal behavior.

Am jealous of your experience with Marvel. I've worked a few times with the editors of a few small authors, but nothing of that level. What an opportunity.

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H-hey everyone.

@Mr Allen J endorsed me to @Gisk, and our lovely GM liked my character enough to accept him despite it being closed.

Here's his sheet for everyone interested.

Dexter Manny Quinto

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Name:

Dexter Manny Quinto

Appearance:

Dexter takes pride in his presentable appearance and overall it's no wonder he took home the "Best take home to parents" senior superlative. Dex always dresses with a 'smart-casual' look to him. He tends to gravitate towards henley shirts, plaid button ups, and jeans or khakis that come in a variety of colors. During the colder days, he tends to like to dress with tasteful use of leather. He's renowned for oftentimes shopping with his mother (sometimes earning him a title of a 'mama's boy'), but it has paid off with well fitting clothing and a top notch sense of what looks good and what doesn't. To top it all off, the guy even manages to smell good regularly. Fancy that?

Dexter stands at around 5'9, putting him comfortably in the average range for a male in the USA. While he might not stand out as the most straight up attractive man in town, he is certainly doing well for himself and often makes an effort to be presentable on the daily. He's not jock-muscular, but he's got a masculine and youthful physique, which certainly earns him some bonus points. Catching Dexter looking mussed up is like spotting a unicorn, and oftentimes if he is off his game, everyone else is too.

Personality:

Among the group, Dex has always been the 'golden boy' to his peers, the parents, and in part to the town. It's not anything he's doing that's specifically good, but he's always been what most would consider normal. Had he been in different surroundings in a different school, he would have been one of those really popular kids that are popular purely because they've always just kinda gotten on pretty well with everyone. Some would say that he's the Jay Leno of Greenbriar High because he doesn't bother anyone, and that's usually a spot on argument. Dexter just doesn't have any reason to piss people off. He's somehow managed to have pretty good or neutral relations with just about everyone and avoid the drama that inevitably comes from high school.

Dexter is a people person, and the reason why is that almost every part of him is generally genuine. He tends to have an aura of trustworthiness because as far as most of the town is aware he's never gone behind someone's back. Dexter's persona in conversation is humble and quietly intelligent, preferring to act ignorant rather than show his knowledge of things. He's not the smartest person in the school but if his ability to dress is anything to go by he's certainly a candidate for one of the hardest working. He's gotten through high school seemingly without outward seniorits or procrastination.

Overall Dexter would be defined as 'good kid' to the adult population, but as with most popular people 'good kid' isn't the best description. A better one would be: 'Good kids' are 'bad kids' that don't get caught. This statement applies to Dex as with any other young man. He likes girls, goes to parties, participates in youthful shenanigans, and drinks socially. He refuses to do drugs though, for reasons that are relatively unclear to most of the populace. However, usually those who see him in such environments don't care enough to put much thought into it.

He has, almost habitually, visited the cliff face from 8:30-9:30PM to read if weather permits.

Likes:

- Music (Classic Rock, Alternative)
- Children
- Dogs (most animals actually, but he especially loves dogs)
- Parties
- The ocean
- Quiet sunsets
- Reading
- Alexandra Bell
- Broccoli

Dislikes:

- Bad weather (It means he cant fly and cant read)
- Sudden, loud noises
- Angry drunks
- Talking about 'certain things'

Hobbies:

Aviation in general.
Playing his acoustic.
Driving his car.
Reading.

Background:

Dexter was raised under a set of ideals: A warrior's spirit; a servant's heart; a fun-loving attitude.

Dexter was born into a middle class home in Greenbriar, Oregon to a fairly youthful marriage. Due to the unfortunate circumstances that had seemed to be plaguing the town, a year after Dexter was born, his little sister came into the world. Unfortunately his sister was born with many of the problems several of the babies had faced. As Dexter grew up, he was taught many lifelong lessons by his family and sister. Namely, patience and empathy. His sister's various disabilities and sickly predisposition made it impossible for him and his family to live a conventionally normal life for a long time. Just when things were starting to even out at the start of middle school, Dexter's father passed away while commuting home from work- killed in a car crash. Worse yet, his sister's breathing apparatus suffered a malfunction only a few months later. With her brain starved of oxygen, Dexter's sister had been left brain dead. The already broken family was forced to make another heart wrenching choice, and then the family of four had been down to two.

The family was never the same after that. Him and his mother bonded over such a time of trial, and he deeply cares for his mother as a result. He picked up his dad's dusty old guitar and began reading like his sister. It didn't fill the void they left behind, but it was a coping mechanism that worked and helped. Neither Dexter nor his mother let their loved ones' passing slow them down forever, choosing instead to live on happily in their names. Dexter and his mother still live relatively happy and somewhat normal lives all things considered. Due to health and life insurances his family had put in place before any of the incidents, what was left of his family was left very financially stable. They still remain in the same house, but as a result Dexter has been given the opportunity to get his Private Pilot's license through high school and plans to attend a renowned flight school for college. Due to the necessary evil of commuting (since Greenbriar does not have any flight schools in the town), he and his mother purchased a car for his own personal use.

A cherry red Mazda Miata from 2013. It's a lifestyle, baby.

So, yeah. Shit happens, and sometimes he wished it had happened to someone else. Life dealt him some shitty cards and he focused more on mastering his hand than complaining about a cruddy deck. He was pretty happy through high school- made easy friends with most people, got a car, worked hard, got good grades, found a passion for music and work, and noticed that 'hey that Alexandra Bell girl is actually really cute.'

Yeah, I'd say he's doing pretty alright so far too.

Power:

Weather Manipulation: He has a strong influence on the flow of air currents, cold/warm/storm fronts and precipitation.

Clouds tend to follow him, and will collect until he forces them to disperse. There's no such thing as an isolated weather pattern, anything he does can have far reaching consequences. If he tries to get rid of a storm, all he can do is put it somewhere else. Creating a storm is much easier, but that's not always a good thing.

@Gisk

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@Mr Allen J

Kill yourself.

And remember, horizontal for attention and vertical for results.

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Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

In particular I'm talking about 4 comments down were everyone and the GM take turns picking apart a user's post. I read the post, and their criticism isn't wrong, but it feels a little excessive? Wouldn't this have been better taken to PMs where everyone involved could have saved face?

@BrokenPromise

I wouldn't really call that picking apart the post. The 4th comment in mention is really only on one thing. So is the followup by a different person saying "Yeah he just about summed it up". The GM's response is a debatable, but that's not for me to say.

It's fairly basic writing etiquette that was neglected in context of the criticism. Maybe it's because I have thick skin at this point, but the comment comes off fine to me.