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2 yrs ago
Current Nyeah-hey, there's the high roller.
2 yrs ago
D&D. Am I right, lads?
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3 yrs ago
Victory for Agamaggan!
3 yrs ago
If we could measure and harness the level of stress everyone is feeling this week, we could probably power the country for a long time.
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4 yrs ago
My new obsession: kobolds. Reason: buncha cuties.

Bio

I'll fix up this Bio later to make it real nice. For now, know I used to RP all the time but I had a few years hiatus. I'm back!

Preferred RP types: Fantasy (high or low), sometimes Slice of Life, sometimes Sci-Fi.

Most Recent Posts

Hello! I saw you have an open status for applying, so I'm gonna slip on in and start with some questions if that's cool. I'm not always so clinical when I post, but maybe my headspace is of a character that is ;)

1a: On the CS there is a stats table. Is there going to be any kind of stat check of whether any tasks can be accomplished based on our chosen attributes (whether invisible or known)?

1b: If yes, is there any kind of limit to deter people from just being a 10 across the board?

1c: If no, is this part of their in-character application and how they perceive themselves to be or their actual personality?

2a. Is this a sort of Inception idea where agents (or nurses, in this case) delve into the subconscious of the patient?

2b. If yes, in VR, do our characters look like themselves or can it be a distinguishable avatar?

I really like the idea of cyberpunk and your empathy "divers!"
Friend brought this to my attention. I'm interested, if you'll have me.
I'm withdrawing my interest. Thank you!
Hey all. I withdrew interest some time ago (said so in discord). I appreciate that my character was accepted, but I won't be able to put the time/effort into this RP that would do it justice.

Good luck, have fun, and thank you for thinking of me!
Lea'Nariya






The young noctaeid blushes, a rush of purple flushing her cheeks. A futa-what? That sounds like something else, entirely! Her upper right arm instinctively raises to one of her antennae, pulling on its feathery fibers gently.

"Yoshi-Yoshina?", she stutters, taking the foreigner's hand with two of her own. "I'm Learie. Lea'Nariya, actually. En Barcinna. Of the Barcinna family." With a few quick shakes of the newcomer's hand, she returns her arms to her side and she nods as if a job well done. Her eyes scan over the small group and her wings begin to shudder. A hand finds its way to the mayor's back and she offers him a quick, yet genuine, smile.

"Sorry, mayor. I can't stick around. I've gotta put out the rest of the lamps. But!--" She turns again to face the very red one again. Marge? Maggie? "It's been really cool to meet you! Thanks for inviting me to breakfast, I'll take you up on that later!"

With that, a few strong flutters and Learie hovers from the ground. She gives everyone an individual wave before floating to the nearby lamp post, reaching her hand in and thhip! the heat is absorbed into her hand, leaving it without light. One down with more to go, she takes off to begin her route.
Possibly interested. I'll keep my eye on this. No real ideas yet, but I don't have much interest for playing the prince[ss].
Lea'Nariya


Starring: @Forsythe




According to the Royal Profession Association, some high-collar bureaucratic assembly in an industrial city some counties away, a job like lamp lighting isn't feasible in a small town such as Lorenstad. Too few roads with gas lamps, too little night life activity that warrants protecting the occasional drunken stupor that only lives a block away at most. Yet El'Wenaeo and his spawn respectfully disagree. Passerby could have ill intentions, scheming creatures lurk in the night, and the ol' village drunk will recognize the mayoral manor after passing it for the umpteenth time in an evening. Hopefully.

Relaxing on one of the wooden posts that acts as the outdoor spiraling staircase to her home, Lea'Nariya props her chin on the wooden railing. Dawn arrives, and with it the activity of another full day for the laborers below. The scent of morning meals vaguely make their way to her, and her expression embellishes the coming hunger for her last meal of the night. Though that will have to wait.

She fingers the split wood she balances herself on, a carefully crafted piece that nonetheless will need replacing in the next year or so as it will deteriorate and become a hazard to walkers. With a huff, she grabs the banister and pulls herself up and over the low barrier. Her skirt snags on a weak splinter "ooph!, but the force of her wings allow her to easily break free. Soon she hovers in place, overlooking the roofs of the quaint town.

"Well, let's get crackin'. What do you think for dinner? I dunno -- crackers?" Lea'Nariya speaks aloud to nobody in particular, in fact these audible self-conversations are fairly common for her. With virtually no effort and a grin to herself, she flies to the outskirts of town to begin her route. Starting from the outside during the mornings makes the most sense to her, as by the end she will be closer to the center of town and thus, her home. Also, she's more likely to come across her neighbors and she can spend a few minutes chatting with them before they set up for the day.

With that, her sturdy wings beat and glide her over the buildings, small town farms, and paved roads. Those that are awake and active already may look up and see her, all greeted with a wave from one of her arms as she passes by. All is usual until she spots a woman-- a striking woman, at that-- entering town. This one is very red, definitely a stranger. Likely being the first to spot her, Lea'Nariya alters course and quickly lands near the town sign. Her bare feet touch upon the cut stone softly and she corrects her clothes.

"Hi!" her mouth parts slightly as she listens to the newcomer, two of her hands idly inspecting one of her fluffy antennae as the other two arms smooth out any creases. "A hearty meal, huh? Well, breaky is pretty hearty. Tom's has some great food, but oh! I think she isn't serving this late! Well, that's a place to stay, too, if you need it!" One of the inspecting hands now frees itself to point in the direction of The Other Mine, somewhere behind her. Her lower two hands now settle on her waist as her upper arms cross her chest. She didn't consider the fact that this woman is more than a foot taller, as she's used to people towering over her and slightly craning her neck.

"I'm Lea'Nariya en Barcinna," she says suddenly, extending a hand. "But you can call me Learie. What's your name?"
Lea'Nariya




RP: Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village
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