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LordofthePies
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STATUS: Taking a break so I can figure some stuff out. See you in a few days. 8 yrs ago
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Taking a break so I can figure some stuff out. See you in a few days.
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Just gotta check in 10 times before bed.
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Herpetology is not the study of STD's. The more you know.
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I share Ron Swanson's love of breakfast food.
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"Did you eat the entire pizza?" "...Yes"
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Norix had entered the bar a few minutes ago and already had a drink and a meal. She was amazed. She basked in the lights and the noise, something that she had never experienced back home. In her hometown, things were always quiet. There were no places like this where she came from, everything was entirely new. Nori flipped through a notebook she had recently bought and had written down some notes. She wanted to remember this place, with its new colors, sounds, and people. She had drawn some of the things she thought interesting, things like the android that served food. Norix wondered how many creatures in this bar were not made of flesh and bone, but instead were made of metal.
As Nori strolled through her noteboo as she ate small bits of her meal. It was leg of... something. Whatever it was, it was delicious. She tore off chunks with her left hand and scribbled down notes with her right. She wanted to know more about these creatures. She wanted to know everything. Where they came from, their culture, their names. She wanted to remember their faces and their stories. The only trouble was, she didn't want to talk.
Norix sat nibbling on her dinner, brow furrowed. The most talking she did today was order her food. She put her book away and took a drink of a familiar ale. Even if her town didn't have bars and the like, they still had parties. One of their exports was alcohol made from the desert fruits. For most it would be abhorrently sweet, but to Nori it was perfect. It was labeled Bekilk Naushindcal ale, a rather uncreative name. But then again, the desert lizards weren't known for their creativity. They took most things literally, making puns and other wordplay difficult. Nori had picked up the habit of taking things literally and it had already scorned her a few times. It seemed most creatures were fond of hyperbole and odd sayings. On the boat here, one of the men talked about capturing a giant fish. A story Nori took seriously and, in turn, made a fool of herself. The Dracons did have one saying, "Embellished stories are just decorated lies."
Norix was remembering the fish story. It was an embarrassment she wouldn't forget. She tried hard to fit in with these creatures, but the Dracons were a secluded race. The Dracons were completely different from anything she had seen so far. Even the desert nagas of her homeland were entirely unlike her kind. Nori felt like she would never understand. She came from something too different, too strange.
Another thing that bothered her about this place is that it seemed next to no one had magic. For her, magic was a part of everyday life. For these people, magic was an oddity. A blessing or curse, either way it was something no one really wanted. On her way to The Queen of Hearts, she heard children pretending to be witches and wizards. She knew it was a joke. Norix was more than an oddity here, everything about her was alien. She had magic when they didn't, she had different customs, and to top it all off she was a completely different race. The people here poked fun at her race, comparing her to small lizards that ate bugs. She was not a gecko, nor was she an iguana. She was a dragon, pure and simple, even if it was only half of her.
As Nori strolled through her noteboo as she ate small bits of her meal. It was leg of... something. Whatever it was, it was delicious. She tore off chunks with her left hand and scribbled down notes with her right. She wanted to know more about these creatures. She wanted to know everything. Where they came from, their culture, their names. She wanted to remember their faces and their stories. The only trouble was, she didn't want to talk.
Norix sat nibbling on her dinner, brow furrowed. The most talking she did today was order her food. She put her book away and took a drink of a familiar ale. Even if her town didn't have bars and the like, they still had parties. One of their exports was alcohol made from the desert fruits. For most it would be abhorrently sweet, but to Nori it was perfect. It was labeled Bekilk Naushindcal ale, a rather uncreative name. But then again, the desert lizards weren't known for their creativity. They took most things literally, making puns and other wordplay difficult. Nori had picked up the habit of taking things literally and it had already scorned her a few times. It seemed most creatures were fond of hyperbole and odd sayings. On the boat here, one of the men talked about capturing a giant fish. A story Nori took seriously and, in turn, made a fool of herself. The Dracons did have one saying, "Embellished stories are just decorated lies."
Norix was remembering the fish story. It was an embarrassment she wouldn't forget. She tried hard to fit in with these creatures, but the Dracons were a secluded race. The Dracons were completely different from anything she had seen so far. Even the desert nagas of her homeland were entirely unlike her kind. Nori felt like she would never understand. She came from something too different, too strange.
Another thing that bothered her about this place is that it seemed next to no one had magic. For her, magic was a part of everyday life. For these people, magic was an oddity. A blessing or curse, either way it was something no one really wanted. On her way to The Queen of Hearts, she heard children pretending to be witches and wizards. She knew it was a joke. Norix was more than an oddity here, everything about her was alien. She had magic when they didn't, she had different customs, and to top it all off she was a completely different race. The people here poked fun at her race, comparing her to small lizards that ate bugs. She was not a gecko, nor was she an iguana. She was a dragon, pure and simple, even if it was only half of her.
Name:
Gabriel Kubiak
Age:
15
Grade:
10
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Skin: That kind of, "I never go outside," pale. He has soft skin.
Hair: Mouse brown hair that's relatively shaggy and curly.
Eyes: Emerald green. His eyes mirror the color of the city in Oz.
Features: He still has his child cheeks and has soft features. A small button nose
and a small mouth. Nothing about his face sticks out, it's all perfectly
proportional.
Clothing: He's always wearing a brown coat that hangs just above
his knees. It has chocolate buttons. He is very fond of his hand
knitted scarf and wears it wherever he
can.
Personality:
He's a shy but smart boy that seems to always be getting up to mischief. He gets
rather easily bored, but when he puts his mind to something he will stick with it to
the very end.
Supernatural Ability(s):
Enhanced reflexes.
Main Weapon(s):
Silver butterfly knife. It was his father's, and he enjoys fidgeting with it.
Strengths:
Intelligent and great at solving puzzles.
Sneaky
Observant
Cons:
Fitness, he can run but nothing else. Even then, he can't run far.
People. He is bad at social interactions and prefers to stay quiet.
Cooking. This boy was never taught how to cook and whenever he tries, he burns it. He
could burn water.
History:
He was born in Poland and was raised there until age 12. The rest of his family lived in the town he lives in now. He had a rather good home life until his mother had gotten cancer a few months after his twelfth birthday. She moved both him and his father to Delmarva to live out the rest of her days with her entire family. Her family hated him, their Christianity not allowing them to see past his bastard upbringing. They never learned to love him and always went about the, "one bad apple ruins the bunch," way of thinking. So, when his mother died, he and his father were kicked out of the home. His father killed himself out of grief, and he was left to fend for himself. His grandparents still have legal custody of him, but don't give him shelter or food. He chooses not to report it because he doesn't want a foster family being stuck with him.
Note:
He has only learned basic English and often forgets words. Translations will be in parenthesis.
Gabriel Kubiak
Age:
15
Grade:
10
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Skin: That kind of, "I never go outside," pale. He has soft skin.
Hair: Mouse brown hair that's relatively shaggy and curly.
Eyes: Emerald green. His eyes mirror the color of the city in Oz.
Features: He still has his child cheeks and has soft features. A small button nose
and a small mouth. Nothing about his face sticks out, it's all perfectly
proportional.
Clothing: He's always wearing a brown coat that hangs just above
his knees. It has chocolate buttons. He is very fond of his hand
knitted scarf and wears it wherever he
can.
Personality:
He's a shy but smart boy that seems to always be getting up to mischief. He gets
rather easily bored, but when he puts his mind to something he will stick with it to
the very end.
Supernatural Ability(s):
Enhanced reflexes.
Main Weapon(s):
Silver butterfly knife. It was his father's, and he enjoys fidgeting with it.
Strengths:
Intelligent and great at solving puzzles.
Sneaky
Observant
Cons:
Fitness, he can run but nothing else. Even then, he can't run far.
People. He is bad at social interactions and prefers to stay quiet.
Cooking. This boy was never taught how to cook and whenever he tries, he burns it. He
could burn water.
History:
He was born in Poland and was raised there until age 12. The rest of his family lived in the town he lives in now. He had a rather good home life until his mother had gotten cancer a few months after his twelfth birthday. She moved both him and his father to Delmarva to live out the rest of her days with her entire family. Her family hated him, their Christianity not allowing them to see past his bastard upbringing. They never learned to love him and always went about the, "one bad apple ruins the bunch," way of thinking. So, when his mother died, he and his father were kicked out of the home. His father killed himself out of grief, and he was left to fend for himself. His grandparents still have legal custody of him, but don't give him shelter or food. He chooses not to report it because he doesn't want a foster family being stuck with him.
Note:
He has only learned basic English and often forgets words. Translations will be in parenthesis.
Name:
Gabriel Kubiak
Age:
15
Grade:
10
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Skin: That kind of, "I never go outside," pale. He has soft skin.
Hair: Mouse brown hair that's relatively shaggy and curly.
Eyes: Emerald green. His eyes mirror the color of the city in Oz.
Features: He still has his child cheeks and has soft features. A small button nose
and a small mouth. Nothing about his face sticks out, it's all perfectly
proportional.
Clothing: He's always wearing a brown coat that hangs just above
his knees. It has chocolate buttons. He is very fond of his hand
knitted scarf and wears it wherever he
can.
Personality:
He's a shy but smart boy that seems to always be getting up to mischief. He gets
rather easily bored, but when he puts his mind to something he will stick with it to
the very end.
Supernatural Ability(s):
Enhanced reflexes.
Main Weapon(s):
Silver butterfly knife. It was his father's, and he enjoys fidgeting with it.
Strengths:
Intelligent and great at solving puzzles.
Sneaky
Observant
Cons:
Fitness, he can run but nothing else. Even then, he can't run far.
People. He is bad at social interactions and prefers to stay quiet.
Cooking. This boy was never taught how to cook and whenever he tries, he burns it. He
could burn water.
History:
He was born in Poland and was raised there until age 12. The rest of his family lived in the town he lives in now. He had a rather good home life until his mother had gotten cancer a few months after his twelfth birthday. She moved both him and his father to Delmarva to live out the rest of her days with her entire family. Her family hated him, their Christianity not allowing them to see past his bastard upbringing. They never learned to love him and always went about the, "one bad apple ruins the bunch," way of thinking. So, when his mother died, he and his father were kicked out of the home. His father killed himself out of grief, and he was left to fend for himself. His grandparents still have legal custody of him, but don't give him shelter or food. He chooses not to report it because he doesn't want a foster family being stuck with him.
Note:
He has only learned basic English and often forgets words. Translations will be in parenthesis.
Gabriel Kubiak
Age:
15
Grade:
10
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Skin: That kind of, "I never go outside," pale. He has soft skin.
Hair: Mouse brown hair that's relatively shaggy and curly.
Eyes: Emerald green. His eyes mirror the color of the city in Oz.
Features: He still has his child cheeks and has soft features. A small button nose
and a small mouth. Nothing about his face sticks out, it's all perfectly
proportional.
Clothing: He's always wearing a brown coat that hangs just above
his knees. It has chocolate buttons. He is very fond of his hand
knitted scarf and wears it wherever he
can.
Personality:
He's a shy but smart boy that seems to always be getting up to mischief. He gets
rather easily bored, but when he puts his mind to something he will stick with it to
the very end.
Supernatural Ability(s):
Enhanced reflexes.
Main Weapon(s):
Silver butterfly knife. It was his father's, and he enjoys fidgeting with it.
Strengths:
Intelligent and great at solving puzzles.
Sneaky
Observant
Cons:
Fitness, he can run but nothing else. Even then, he can't run far.
People. He is bad at social interactions and prefers to stay quiet.
Cooking. This boy was never taught how to cook and whenever he tries, he burns it. He
could burn water.
History:
He was born in Poland and was raised there until age 12. The rest of his family lived in the town he lives in now. He had a rather good home life until his mother had gotten cancer a few months after his twelfth birthday. She moved both him and his father to Delmarva to live out the rest of her days with her entire family. Her family hated him, their Christianity not allowing them to see past his bastard upbringing. They never learned to love him and always went about the, "one bad apple ruins the bunch," way of thinking. So, when his mother died, he and his father were kicked out of the home. His father killed himself out of grief, and he was left to fend for himself. His grandparents still have legal custody of him, but don't give him shelter or food. He chooses not to report it because he doesn't want a foster family being stuck with him.
Note:
He has only learned basic English and often forgets words. Translations will be in parenthesis.
Rules
Be kind and respectful to everyone.
Keep the drama in the IC.
Characters should be individuals, if you have personal relations with another and your character doesn't, don't act like your character does.
Do not God Mod.
If you don't understand something or are unsure, ask first.
Do not skip time without permission.
If your character can tell the future, are making plans regarding the roleplay, or going to kill someone, ask me first.
Do not kill another's character without permission.
When fighting another character, please make a collaboration post to prevent 1-2 line posts.
If you are bowing out, taking a break, or if you feel unable to post, please let me know. I will work something out.
Be kind and respectful to everyone.
Keep the drama in the IC.
Characters should be individuals, if you have personal relations with another and your character doesn't, don't act like your character does.
Do not God Mod.
If you don't understand something or are unsure, ask first.
Do not skip time without permission.
If your character can tell the future, are making plans regarding the roleplay, or going to kill someone, ask me first.
Do not kill another's character without permission.
When fighting another character, please make a collaboration post to prevent 1-2 line posts.
If you are bowing out, taking a break, or if you feel unable to post, please let me know. I will work something out.
The council was in a panic. Elves, humans, and beast folk shouted and debated, fury and fear the topic of choice. Bandits, or at least that's what the news called them, attacked and pillaged a farmer town. Corpses littered the streets, but they weren't from villagers, they were guards. Guards sent from the capital to protect the town either fled or died. Houses and fields burned to the sound of rebellion, and many either fled towards the surrounding towns, or joined the cause. The rebellion had no name, but it had power.
They are nameless, faceless, but they are not brutes. They have a cause, and that cause is not only rebellion, but revolution.
They are nameless, faceless, but they are not brutes. They have a cause, and that cause is not only rebellion, but revolution.
Welcome to the roleplay! In this world there are fantasy creatures, mythical beasts, and unbelievable magic! Basic races are the normal fantasy (elves, orcs, dwarves, etc) but there is room for creation. There are two main factions, the Captial and the rebellion. The Capital believes in order, but not in justice. Whoever is in charge can change the rules to the way they like, and in this case, the leader has taken away religion. The new leader doesn't believe in godly nonsense, but instead they believe in science. They feel everyone should feel the same. Most, not surprisingly, did not accept this. The first spark of fight started that day, with the walls and windows of government covered in slanders and curses. Today, is the first fight. Today, the rebels take a town.
Your choice, be a rebel or stand with the Capital. Either way, the attack is today, and you'll be there.
Awesome, I'll move her over :D
I'm thinking I could make a Nuckelavee, but I'm not sure how that would play out. <.<
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