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    1. Lord Santa 12 yrs ago

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11 yrs ago
Current Opening a jar of honey didn't go so well. Washed most of it off, but my wrists are still sticky for some reason.
11 yrs ago
Summer is sooooo sheeeeeeeeeeeet
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11 yrs ago
Finally have decent internet. Got connected to the National Broadband Network, see. With this speed, I can finally rule the world.
11 yrs ago
You know that rabbit I mentioned? Turns out there's 3 of them.
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11 yrs ago
So, there's this rabbit outside my house, and I'm not sure what to do with it. It sits there sometimes, eating grass and staring into space. It isn't mine, though, so it runs off when we approach.
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So here's my CS. It's pretty WIP right now, so a lot of things are subject to change. Well, his appearance, age, gender, personality and phobias are set in stone, and the rest are kind of like set in clay, but tell me if something's wrong with it.

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“Can’t someone else do it?”

Name: Victor Blanc
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Victor’s around 5’6 and weighs around 65 kg. Most of the time, he wears his old school uniform (standard blazer, black with white highlights) and converse shoes.

Personality: So damn lazy. That’s practically all you have to know. Victor is very intelligent, but is weighed down a lot by his nihilistic views of the world. He basically believes that things anyone does ultimately amount to not that much, so we should just do what we want to and it’ll end up as the same thing. With that said, he also respects the rights others have to do the things they want and may sometimes go along with them if he has nothing better to do or he’s bored or something. Also kind of cynical but in a bored sort of way.

Biography: Victor was born to a reasonably normal family to a reasonably normal upbringing. The normalcy was marred a tiny bit by the fact that he could see the ghost of his great-great grandfather manifested as a flaming skull only he could see. It didn’t do much a lot, really, but early on in his life, Victor realised that whatever you did in life, you’d still wind up dead, unless you successfully became immortal. But he also realised that even being immortal was pretty pointless because you don’t have anything to do after that. He didn’t really have any goals in life and his biggest dream was to retire at a young age and not have to bother with life. With that in mind, he picked up pickpocketing because it seemed interesting. He had some interest in being fast for a while and had a penchant for running away. And then he died, which was kind of a bummer.

Death Scenario: He was walking down the street one time when his grandad’s ghost told him to save some girl who was about to be run over. And by told, I mean annoyed excessively for 20 straight hours about it. He did and was perfectly fine. Unfortunately, it turns out that girl really wanted to kill him as he’d stolen something important to her. He ended up with a knife in his chest for his trouble. And so he died, and he figured that it was good enough. Shutting his eyes, he slowly died, content that it was as good a time as any to disappear. And then he woke up in hell. It turns out it was his grandpa's plan to get Victor in hell so that Victor could go fight the anomalies at which Victor was really pissed off at his grandpa for forcing him to do so.

Phobias: Spiders, goats and falling

Skills: Good at running fast. Good at pickpocketing. Good at hiding and stealth.

Power: Third arm

Theme Song: Can’t think of a good one right now, can’t think of any right now. Anyone got suggestions?
Well that's a little excessive...
I want in on dis

I post pretty often and I don't really leave, so yeah
Say, what do I find on the bodies?
Loki stood back confused slightly as several events unfolded in front of him. It was a rather swift course of events, all things considered. He stood back, volleyball in hand, as people gathered, notes were stuck on foreheads (Alto's forehead) and lasers were fired (from Alto). But hey, he had the volleyball, so... It evened out?

"So uh, we should probably make teams for volleyball if everyone's still up for it..." Loki said cautiously.
He was still a bit confused, but volleyball was volleyball. It was time for beach volleyball, and nothing would stop it.
oh.

I'm not in on that.

damn, now I don't know stuff
"No money? Bummer." Victor said, swinging his jaw back and forth.
It was a little loose and fun to play with, but it probably wouldn't do well to lose it so he slotted it back into place.

"I wonder if can find some money..." Victor muttered.
His lust for gold was truly odd, but he had nothing else to go on. Acting on his instincts, his surveyed the equipment of the others around the statue. Some of it seemed to be extremely valuable and Victor would've liked to have it.
No stealing, though. Victor thought. Stealing is rude. Hmm....

He turned his attention to the various corpses that hadn't gotten up. Perhaps he would find something of worth among the cadavers.
"Alrighty then," Victor said, walking over to the nearest un-moving corpse and rifling through its pockets.
Why is everyone detecting magic?
Isaac felt a malevolent force on the move as he walked further into the island and dodged, enough to avoid his clothes being taken away but not enough to avoid having the bikini put on him. He tore it off quickly in rage and grabbed his face, trying hard to suppress the anger. He didn't want to be here, he really wanted to be somewhere else. He could certainly kill a lot of people with the sharp end of the parasol, but his logical mind exercised restraint.

Isaac began walking deeper into the foresty part of the island. Half out of habit and half as an attempt to suppress his anger, he started breaking dead twigs off of a tree and piled them up in a pile. As his thoughts swam around (mostly of murder) and warred with other thoughts (mostly of the repercussions of mass murder), one thought sailed clear of the tangled storm.
Let's start a fire.

Pretty soon, he had a decent pile of dry sticks and leaves. He took off his glasses and the sun streamed through them, focusing on the leaves. Smoke appeared soon after, and small orange flames licked the wood. It grew quickly, burning up the pile of dead twigs. It was soon burning heartily. Isaac stood up, took his parasol and swung at the pile, flinging the burning twigs into the trees.
Good enough. He thought, walking away as the fire slowly grew.

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Loki ran up to Blitz, some dude he didn't know. He needed his ball back, after all. Isabella and Alto were there, but he didn't know what Alto's deal was. What kind of person stole a ball and threw it at someone? A heartless person, surely.
"Thanks, whoever you are." Loki said, arriving in front of Blitz. "Can I have the ball back?"

@Raijinslayer
Well, I'll go through their pockets then
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