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A wanderer who is actually lost
STATUS: Is he back? Is he going to show up for 2 days and leave forever? Who knows! 5 yrs ago
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Is he back? Is he going to show up for 2 days and leave forever? Who knows!
7 yrs ago
This account is dead
8 yrs ago
Gonna be real slow during finals time
8 yrs ago
Gonna get all my replies out friday. Life hit me like a brick this week
8 yrs ago
Just cleaned out my Pms. Got a little sad seeing how many old friends are gone.
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A little dude trying to write some fun things with other people. I love to talk with people (especially about different media such as movies, books, comics, art and cartoons).
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Sig's head shot up at the word breath and from a bag on the back of his pet he pulls a steaming bag that smelled of various grains and starches, and tints of other herbs it was clear what he had brought in the wrapped up hot mess that began to unraveil. "haha, I happen to have brought my own, and it's only fair that I am entitled to share of course" he said stepping to the boy asking questions only to trip and fall, leaving his assortment of breads on the group and a face of pure depression on seigfreid as he lay on the ground. "well... help yourself I guess, hehehehe" he nervously joked in a lower tone as he lay on the ground. " there goes lunch" he whispered, before his dragon nudged him to get up and reluctantly he did so,
Sig stood up and wobbled around before his dragon stood behind him to work as a seat which the boy gladly took to keep himself up right. "oi, looky harb, it's terra" he spoke, now getting his vision back as walked towards her off his seat as his dragon followed suit. " hows the lizard?" he asked looking to her dragon hoping she'd not get a wiff of his sent from working earlyer.
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Name: smaghed algeroth (just called smag or smog by the nobles)
Age: 27
Gender: male
Race: orc
Personality: simple and single minded, he seems to do as he's told and not ask questions but never was one to take kindly to rude and cocky people, refusing to bow down or boot lick. he has a very large throughout system of pride as an orc that would often get in his way if he wasn't one ready and capable of a good fight,
History: traditionally orcs were strong and powerful fighters and seen as a scourge to all as they plundered those they pleased. Unfortunately they were small in numbers and when a growing militia rose to take them out the orcs were overwhelmed and taken as slaves to there hardy bodies and resistance to pain and sickness. here they created many rebellions with no eval until the the rise of the elvan and human battles, were as many as they could ran away while a select few would stay to fend of any left soldiers, smaghed was one of the few behind, and in his style of beating anyone to attack but not to kill he was taken in as a slave yet again while the others were put in harsh labor or to execution he remained in the farms of the humans, but now sent to the small elvan town to work as an underling to the nobles there.
Crush/ relationship: none, and he'd never say
Name: smaghed algeroth (just called smag or smog by the nobles)
Age: 27
Gender: male
Race: orc
Personality: simple and single minded, he seems to do as he's told and not ask questions but never was one to take kindly to rude and cocky people, refusing to bow down or boot lick. he has a very large throughout system of pride as an orc that would often get in his way if he wasn't one ready and capable of a good fight,
History: traditionally orcs were strong and powerful fighters and seen as a scourge to all as they plundered those they pleased. Unfortunately they were small in numbers and when a growing militia rose to take them out the orcs were overwhelmed and taken as slaves to there hardy bodies and resistance to pain and sickness. here they created many rebellions with no eval until the the rise of the elvan and human battles, were as many as they could ran away while a select few would stay to fend of any left soldiers, smaghed was one of the few behind, and in his style of beating anyone to attack but not to kill he was taken in as a slave yet again while the others were put in harsh labor or to execution he remained in the farms of the humans, but now sent to the small elvan town to work as an underling to the nobles there.
Crush/ relationship: none, and he'd never say
Sig now rode on his dragon at a suprisingly fast pace, his entire body clenched as tight as he could to the glider of a pet he owned. He had yet to get a stable and useful saddle to there was no more then his arms and legs keeping him on. As they rode his head was in the clouds, in both ways. As they flew his mind stayed on the others, there dragons much more suitable and amazing than his own, more than the rest he thought of the girl terran, she seemed to be of the only people he thought would be more than just another patient. Suddenly he felt the air in his body escape him and a sharp pain in his chest as he looked down to see that he had landed, but much less graceful than his pet, now on the ground hitting a post perfectly before slumping off. "I guess I really know how to stick a landing" he joked.
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Seigfreid whipped his brow and breathed heavily as he looked up to the sky for just a moment, seeing a young girl on a large reptilian that zoomed past him, but to the boy siggy, it was slower, majestic, and perfect, giving him a sudden motivation to finish the harsh labor giving to him, pitching hay was hard as it was, even with a large dragon like his own, a dragon to busy toying with sheep than to work at his side. "aye, harb, the day you quit fooling with the whelps is the day I'll quit fooling with my mind" he spoke before realizing the time, he needed to get to the academy soon. "HARB, TOSS THESE STACKS INTO THE PILE" he yelled as his work ethic increase.
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Jax lay on the ground in defeat, wishing he would never get up again. He stays limp despite the breathed heavily with legs and arms sprawled around as of dropped. His eyes closed in regret and failure, he would not let this go uncalled for. Tomorrow they'd fight again, perhaps he'd get a better surrounding or a lucky shot, and if he lost tomorrow then the next day, if not then the next, he'd fight until he was better than she. Now with a goal he knows that he must beat others to get stay here, something he'd do easy to low lifes and idiots. Now with anger in his eyes and blood boiling, Jax runs out to pray on the weaker links, hoping to rise in the ranks. "she'll see, I'm going to be the damn best, better than everyone here" he growled in a merciless, repetitive grudge.
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