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Current Shu this is a “no justu” zone.
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@Stormflyx Thank you! Typically I use those cleansing wipes and a face wash, but mine are premenstrual sites caused by hormones. @Dark Cloud Hear that prick? Premenstrual hormonal zits.
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I swear to God, zits around my lips or in the corner of my nose are my bane. Hairline zits are a bitch too.
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@Multimind The only video game characters I've cried over was losing Tali (Mass Effect 2), Beleram in LOTR War in the North, and Kara in Red Faction Armegeddon. Maybe Deimos in Jak 3...

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I once got a week’s worth of lunch detention for running across the playground.

“Oh I have plenty questions.” Sam said, her voice noticeably unsteady. Without warning she turned the gun barrel over in a quick snap, pointing it at the mystery woman’s thigh. A gunshot there wouldn’t kill her, nor would she likely wreck. Her most likely impulse would be to clench her thigh muscles and maybe push her ankle and foot downward. If anything it would just cause her to hit the accelerator harder, and currently, “too fast” was an inapplicable phrase.

“First I want your real name,” Sam demanded, her voice steadier but still on edge,”second I want to know why I’m with you? And most importantly, why are the police after me with a warrant to my name?”
Sam gripped the gun tightly, her right index finger resting loosely on the trigger while her left hand gripped just short of the barrel.
@Rawk@NorthernKraken@Lumiere

I plan on releasing the official thread in the next 18-24 hours.
Could you all please like this if your legit onboard so I’ll have an idea. :D If your not/no longer interested, no hard feelings.


CHARACTER UPDATE


Races and classes for the Roleplay are specified. Characters can choose between four different character classes-or types-and between six different races.

CLASSES
-Warrior
-Ranger
-Barbarian
-Rogue

RACES
-Human
-Wood Elf
-Dark Elf
-Moon Elf
-Dwarf
-Orc

(Half bloods/Half Breeds are also acceptable.)
“But I-“ Sam didn’t finish her sentence. She couldn’t fire on police officials. She couldn’t! She had worked with law enforcement for years. She followed this woman though, this “Gaurdian”, a pseudonym no doubt. Sam was torn in her mind. Why was there a warrant out for her? Why were the police after her, and how did she come to be in this woman’s company?

And the lack of Ether, the fact that her strange accomplice had no ether, this above all made her mind spin. It was then that she had an idea. A simple one and easy to execute. All she had to do was obey and follow, for now.
She slipped the magazine from the gun she carried out into her hand. After ensuring it was full, she slipped it back in with a click and followed Gaurdian.
Feel free to ask me any questions!


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Hey! And welcome. So this is a concept for an RP that I’ve recently concocted. It’s called Darkmoor Chronicles: Isle of Dementia. As the title states. It is a kind of sandbox dark fantasy roleplay set on the mysterious and terrible Isle of Dementia. Players will create a character and try to survive the twisted perils of the island while looking for a way to escape from this isolated hell.

This is technically just an interest gathering OP, and I do have some edits to make as well. Below you will find a basic plot description as well as a little about the island itself. It’s origins and elements and whatnot. I will continue to work on this and roll out the final version, and if I see ample interest, I will have it publicly released no later than Saturday. ^-^

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BACKSTORY


Our story begins out at sea. A passenger ship was sailing across the Sapphire Sea when it is beset upon by a terrible storm. The ship is thrown and casted about, and many of the crew and passengers are thrown overboard into the perilous waves. The storm eventually subsides and the ragged, damaged ship strikes land. The ship is hanging by mere threads and splinters, and is in no shape to be sailed. It is beyond repair in fact, and the survivors soon realize that they are stranded on this island. This eerie and twisted island, beset by ominous fog and plagued by screams and wailing. Where the dead walk and monsters lurk in the shadows.

The survivors are not without aid however, as they are not the only ones stranded on this island of madness. Will they survive the endless terrors and escape with their lives? And their sanity?

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THE ISLE OF DEMENTIA




The Isle of Dementia is a pulsating core of madness and terror. It is a child’s story and a sailor’s worst fear. It’s roots are twisted and abnormally intertwined. Those that die here do not stay dead. Beasts and monsters like never before seen skulk the ravines and dead forests of the island. Strange sounds and bizarre sights riddle the island’s face, and what lies beneath the ground is no kinder.

Shrouded behind a curtain of mist in the Sapphire Sea, the island is not on any map. It can only be found by those who do not look for it. It is everywhere and nowhere in the seas. Normality is null and naught in regards to this rock of insanity which plagues the otherwise beautiful Sapphire.
At once instance you may see a flesh eating beast, and the next a jester having brunch with a knight. And then the jester having the knight for brunch.
The Isle of Dementia is eternal, and there is no escape.

“What are you-“ Sam had no time to finish her sentence as the blue-haired woman, identifying herself as “Guardian”, dragged her along in a hurried sprint. Nor did Sam have time to call out or scream as this stranger yanked her down onto the top of a failing police drone. This is insanity! Sam thought frightfully as the two landed narrowly on the drone.

Her stomach leapt as her accomplice drew another weapon and blasted away into the top of the drone. She gritted her teeth to a painful extent and felt her toes curl tightly, fearful of the machine exploding or instantly collapsing and sailing them down to their demise.
Fortunately, neither happened.

Sam realized she still gripped the gun the woman had originally given her, with both hands still. Sam instinctively left one hand to hold the weapon, her left, and her right to grab and hold tightly onto the midsection of this “Gaurdian”. “This is crazy!” Sam stated sharply as the pair descended far beneath the rooftop edge. Having caught a glimpse of the arriving units, she prayed they hadn’t seen them, and prayed further that they didn’t begin blindly firing on the two. In their exposed position, they would surely die, be it by gunshot or the fall.

Speechless. Sam Enduro was absolutely speechless. Her mind raced yet she seemed to have so little time. Who was this strange woman? Where were the two of them? And most importantly, why were law enforcement closing in on them? Sam was in fact law enforcement herself. She had never committed a majorly dishonest action in her entire life.

And then there was the lack of Ether over this strange woman’s head. This of course was a major red flag. Sam had never encountered this before. Everyone had the Ether hovering over their heads, a sort of public hub representing a person and a all that they were. So why does she not have it? Sam demanded of herself.

Of course she did not know, nor did she have the time to attempt at understanding this all. Sam stood before this woman, this armed stranger who now presented her with a firearm. An illegal non-civil model no less.
Sam simply stood, unable to move, but only briefly. Before she realized it her own right hand was grasping the stock of the heavy caliber weapon, followed by her left.

Sam pulled the gun from the blue-haired woman’s grasp and slowly held it before herself, the barrel pointed to the left as she held it in her hands.
Realizing time was short, heralded by the circling police drones, Sam could only muster forth a single question as she stood there with this strange woman and held a restricted model firearm.

“Who are you?”

In Hi! 5 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
Welcome! And good wishes to you!

Seems like you already have a great handle on the coding, I look forward to seeing some of your beautiful posts around the guild :)

Enjoy yourself :)


Thank you. ^-^

Wilkommen! I’m not German, I just like how it sounds :D. Have fun, and if you’re interested I might want to do some cyberpunk RP?


I do love Cyberpunk. Steampunk too ^.^
Message me then if you’d like.

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