Lugubrious

The Crystal Tower RP

I think I'll be keeping an eye on this. No doubt the site problems threw a wrench into the works, but if most of the people that expressed their enthusiasm in the interest check follow through, there should be a good cast for this.

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With Gren's arrival, Abel lapsed into a sort of bland silence once more. He received his share of the cake dully, muttering thanks and not smiling. His mind was elsewhere; it pondered upon what responsibilities he's be shackled with on a team. On guard duty back home, his family and friends were on call should he need them, but they operated independently for the most part. A splatter of desert trickled through the unorthodox chopsticks, near useless in his rough hands, and exploded on the floor. The event brought him back to the present.

Not wanting to spill any more (or potentially scarf it down all it once if he figured out how to use the chopsticks, lest he miss someone saying something that elicited a reaction from him) he set the cake down on a cabinet a few steps away. Abel then turned back to his teammates, leaning back on the furniture using his hands. Nobody had really spoken for a few moments, making the guardian wonder if they were having an emotional silence. In the course of this interlude, his eyes met those of Kuhaku, and he found a strange sort of emptiness there. He looked at Abel as if he were a stranger. No warmth, no satisfaction, no worrying, not that Abel deserved it. When Kuhaku's lips parted to speak, he was quick to listen.

The ensuing confused words made Abel's eyebrows shoot up. “Know...?” He repeated, befuddled. Did the faunus not remember them? An irritated look then passed his face. “Huh, good one. I'm not a big laugher, you know.”

A School for Deities.

This time, waking up was like clawing a way out of a warm, comfortable mass of feathers. As much as Phobetor wanted to leave this enveloping sublimity behind, it was terribly hard for him to rouse himself. Gradually, though, the soft whiteness came under the influence of his dark aura, gradually blackening until the soothing trance was nothing more than a bad dream and one under Phobetor's control. He kicked the inkstained blankets and pillows away and the dream receded.

He opened his eyes blearily. While every muscle in his body begged for him to stay on the ground and fall asleep again, he pushed himself to his feet and made to walk away. No sooner had he tried this than he tumbled, grunting confusedly, to the unkind floor. Head swimming, Phobetor struggled until he found his knotted shoelaces. When his clumsy fingers proved unable to set his feet free, he pointed a finger at the threads and drew a line through he air. A tiny wave of darkness pulsed from his fingertip and severed the shoelace cleanly. It took a few moments for him to discern that it had also cleaved in two a paper that had been left beside him on the ground. Sitting up, he did his best to read it, but the words danced around the page thanks to his groggy peepers. For the moment, his encounter with Bobakharna escaped him.

“Classes?” He finally made out. “What...ever.” Putting the two pieces of paper into a pocket, he rose to his full height on unsteady feet. The world was beginning to return to focus, and with it came a new goal for the God of Nightmares: nourishment. Phobetor dimly recalled a cafeteria or some such room being pointed out to him on the way in, so he started walking in the way he felt was best. In the interest of not tripping on his longcoat and stumbling, he banished it with a wave of his hand.

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Site was down for a whole day. Pretty funny. Pretty annoying.

Back to business folks.

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Jangel13 said
@lugubrious hate to ask but how I get the picture on my profile just copy and paste?

Use the Copy Image Url tool on my picture and then replace it with the url in your sheet.

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The chainsaw dude has more to him than meets the eye I think. He's clearly got it out for the Schnee line, indicating that something more horrid was done to him and his family by the Schnees than most other Faunus involved in their laborforce. This guy has a vendetta; he's not just some braindead thug.

RWBY - Haze

So is the beast going to react?

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Well, I think he would have beaten Blake/Sun if that fight had continued.

Here

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Here you are.


@Asura, Laura's image hasn't yet been added to her character sheet. If you didn't have a problem with her shoes, I'd recommend putting it there for future reference.

jangle said
light Caramel skin, 6 ft tall, obsidian black hair, kind of a bed head that reaches just above his eyebrows, sorry of a skinny muscular look so he can carry his huge blade. And wears a green cloak that goes down to the back of his knees.

@Everyone, this kind of information is okay, but if you want a really definitive character, please give me all the details you can. Is the kind of person to stay up late all the time? I'll give him gray spots beneath his eyes. Would he be more likely to grimace or grin for a photo shoot? What other clothes does your character wear, does he have a certain theme, like 'fancy' or 'torn-up' or 'revealing'? Think about what it takes to make a unique character, factor in personality, and dream up words that I can use to bring it to life. This is not a criticism; merely a suggestion.

For instance, my character is a steadfast, protective, proud individual. Armor and ordinary clothes suited him fine, with a heavy emphasis on darker tones of the color blue. He's also seen some crud, so he has a scar, and while he's a defeatist, that didn't really factor into much of anything but his slight frown. Some nice armor but nothing really fancy here, and his emblem shown big on his coat for all to see.

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Sure, just give me some description about Grayson and I'm good to go.