Avatar of mickilennial

Status

Recent Statuses

10 days ago
Current He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. | Isaiah 40:29
5 likes
7 mos ago
Better is a little with righteousness than great revenues with injustice. | Proverbs 16:8
6 likes
8 mos ago
Do all things without grumbling or disputing. | Philippians 2:14
4 likes

Bio


Mickilennial Updates:
- My father passed away in October 2025
- Dental health has led to several root canals
- Mental breaks have led to inconsistency, be patient with me

Most Recent Posts



Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



畜生. Rael muttered under her breath. まるでまるで.

The red-haired tank looked across the table to the other two Japanese members of the group, letting out a half-laugh.

She understood where Kazuki was coming from though, even in his drunken stupor. Graves was being real cozy with the new girl and it was annoying. Her eyes moved over to the girl in question, an unimpressed look on the Japanese girl’s face. Help her with anything she needed? Her friends were dead, there was nothing they could do except waste their time looking for their half-digested bodies and burying them in the grass. A waste of time. They were dead and she was going to have to get over it like Luci and Pris had to get over Enos and Aaginim. A whisper in her head, she was laughing at her again. Why did she care? Why was she thinking such cruel thoughts? Perhaps it was a Japanese thing. Kazuki didn’t want to deal with it either and now he was ushering Benkei to handle it.

Discarding the thought as Graves commented on how drunk Kazuki was, she probably figured Benkei would let the conversation slide over for another time or make it worse. She stood up, deciding to do something to get away from the energy she was feeling.

“I guess I’ll handle leading a group to deal with the other busy work. Maybe we can head up Mystic.” She moved over to Kazuki and Benkei, “C’mon, let’s get your brother some air.”

Rael was happy to pair up with Benkei and Kazuki since so many people were pairing up for the investigative work. Plus, it allowed her to avoid Benkei from trying to murder Graves on accident again. Well, on purpose, but accidentally on purpose.
Still a Gowi game. Silence, thot.
By the time I figured out there was a template, I'd already written like twenty Alja posts and it just wasn't worth it at that point.

I went and changed every Rael banner once. Exhausting...
Yeah, but I don't use the Pariah template.

You should. It's high quality content.
Ah shit wait I just realized there's a post template
Gimme a hot sec, I can fix this

It's just the Pariah template, Lems.


_______________________________________________


Physical Description
Jimmy Androvski is like his dad—tall and with broad shoulders. At 5’11”, he’s above the average height but not obscenely tall. His hair is ginger with bright green eyes to accompany them, and his hair is cut short and styled upward. This doesn’t help much with a lack of confidence in his stride and general slouch, especially when yelling is involved.

In Pariah Online Jimmy has tried to erase any sort of bashful perception of his being. A cocky smile replaces an insecure grin, he walks upright with far more muscle added to his appearance. If there’s a hero he could envision, that’s who he wants to represent in this fantasy world that his sister dragged him into. He doesn’t mind, as made abundant by how strong and proud the Kansas native carries himself as Siegfried, the Hero-Blacksmith of Thorinn.

Character Conceptualization
Siegfried’s experience with Pariah Online has been largely positive. He’s logged half as much hours as his younger sister, whom he’s been worried about since he left home to go to college. With his father sick and his mother stressed out he understands why his sister has become sort of a shut-in with a lot of desire for socialization. He understands that more than anything. He’s here to help.

His sister’s avatar, Sif, mainlines a support role so he figured picking big strong and stupid would help her have someone to depend on and hide behind. Fortunately, Siegfried isn’t all that much different from Jimmy and he fit the demand for a brawn-before-brains type of playstyle and he knows his sister appreciates it. Some people have come to know Siegfried as a dependable, if flawed tank in dungeon queues, but having a specialist of a blacksmith on your side also comes in handy, too. He just hasn’t found the right fit group-wise for both him and his sister.

He’s hoping that’ll change soon.

Spells & Spell-like Abilities
TBD

Other Information
N/A


_______________________________________________


Physical Description
Elizabeth Androvski has always felt like she was a porcelain doll, meant for cabinets and showrooms and nothing else. She’s won spelling bees and in her High School is one of the smartest students present, earning straight A’s across the board. It hasn’t changed how her mother treats her, especially following her father’s continuing fight with cancer. Her hair is worn long and bland, the brown strands stopping before her boring brown eyes with conservative, boring clothing. Her school has a strict dress code so that isn’t different, either. She didn’t really have any way to express herself or make friends who cared about her until she won a copy of Pariah Online in an essay contest.

It changed her life and how she presented herself. Her hair strewn into twintails like an anime protagonist. A quiet confidence. Accessories galore. Style. She finally feels seen and comfortable in her own skin. She actually can laugh. She hasn’t smiled outside of Pariah Online since before her older brother left for college.

Character Conceptualization
Sif is a spellsword who specializes in lighting the way, or at least that’s how she describes her character.

She’s been involved in the game a long while, but not long enough she was there on the very first day the game launched. Still, she’s become recognized as a pretty capable support player who is as helpful as she is kind. She also has a reputation for being a brainy know-it-all. She’s barely dabbled with her profession, but she has found that she doesn’t need to be an expert to know how to perfectly optimize her class. Most of the time, she holds groups with her brother due to the fact she’s made so many friends and the sad reality that some players have taken advantage of her penchant for kindness and charity.

She’s likeable enough and despite her brother oftentimes being a bit too much of a brother she has found plenty of opportunities to enjoy, explore, and succeed in a world completely unlike the one outside of Pariah Online. She hopes that she can find a group that will accept her and her brother for all their faults and strengths and experience the world together.

Spells & Spell-like Abilities
Armor of the Unseen Eye
An Protection Magic spell that creates a bubble like ward that soaks damage until its threshold breaks. Can be held, though is arduous in draining the caster's stamina.

Vigorous Restoration
A combination of Manifestation Magic and Restoration Magic that creates a magical sphere that shoots through allies like a bullet resulting in boosting their stamina. More taxing depending on how many targets are restored and how long the caster holds the sphere.

Other Information
N/A


Location: Corridor Pathways, Fortuna | In Transit



“Fuck! Fuck. Fuck! Stupid piece of shit.” Maerve Puckett howled as she looked up at the ceiling in irritation, pressing her elbows on the workbench in the Fortuna’s weapons armory.

The pink-haired girl had a reputation on the Fortuna ever since she joined their band of merry men cruising the galaxy for the next great paycheck. She hadn’t missed Luon Prime much, given the distaste she had for anything that reminded her of her parents. Her mother had passed away from stress when she was nineteen and her father got killed like tin stars tended to get killed when she was a kid. There really wasn’t anything back there and she was happy to commit to the Fortuna long term. The Fortuna perhaps wondered if they should’ve taken her at all as a member of their crew. There was two modes with Maeve as far as people could tell: angry and angry. She swore worse than anyone else on the crew, constantly yelled and annoyingly complained, and threatened inanimate objects as much as she threatened animate ones.

A good pilot. A good gunner. Just difficult.

Currently she was trying to modify a Tiberius King 17-B5, one of her go-to weapons, a rifle that used a particle ionizer to create blasts of thermal heat. Problem was, her Tiberius King 17-B5 was on the fritz and not firing reliably so she did what anybody else would do and took it to the armor and grabbed a toolkit and got to work fixing the problem. While being no gunsmith herself, Maeve still knew how to tend, fix, and modify her standard equipment. It just so happened that the ionizer and some of the other parts of the gun wasn’t agreeing with her and it was making her very upset; what some would call a 6 out of 10 for Maeve’s threshold for being mad. There was a chart on the wall with a spinning wheel in the barracks just for making fun of her anger threshold.

She sighed, running her hands through her shoulder length hair as she looked back down and grabbed another tool and started messing with the gun again. “C’mon, fuckin’ waster junk…”

And then the ionizer crackled and a large spark of electricity spun at her.

“Fuck you!”

The words roared through the armory and into the halls beside them, as she continued to ardently fix her rifle, including not getting hurt by any of the malfunctions with said rifle. It was going to be a minute before she forced it the firearm to listen to her.
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet