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    1. MonsieurShade 12 yrs ago

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9 yrs ago
Current Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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Bio

I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.

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i'm still here, just bidding my time until things happen is all.
Not to come off as "That Guy", but you might want to read the rules on page one of the OOC, specifically rule two. Now, i'm not in any position of power here, so if the others greenlight you then it's all good in the hood. Just though it was something worth mentioning after reading your CS.
Greymont cease fire zone

Of the many people flocked towards the safety of the cease fire zone, a few carried some supplies with them with the intent to sell and trade goods there rather than compete with other merchants in the market places. One of these would be merchants was Sebastion lockleer, who had taken the opportunity provided by the chaos to set up a little trading station on a large tarp. The tarp itself was covered in all sorts of meats, skins, furs, and tools made from bone, "Get your goods here! Half off for the next hour only! I've got pelts from all corners of the globe! Get 'em here folks!" Sebastian called out as he held up a bright red pelt. A few people looked his way every now and then, and one or two even stopped to purchase something, but on a whole Sebastian was largely ignored. "Give it up Seb, no one's gonna buy your pelts right now, too much shit's going down." A coarse voice called out from behind Sebastion. The Aqueous native sighed and turned to face the sneering visage of his older brother, "Perhaps they would be more willing to come for a closer look if you didn't skulk about like some sort of criminal, Jacque.".

Jacque rolled his eyes and spat on the ground, "It ain't my fault that everyone here's fuckin' spinless!" the elder brother snarled, being sure to buck at a passerby to emphasize his point, "I keep telling you, you'll find a hell of a lot more cash in the fighting rings with me. We could split the profits right down the middle.. Sebastian sighed and shook his head, "We've been through this before. You know I don't like fighting, especially not for profit.". "You'll come around in time, trust me. Eventually you'll come to find hunting beasts boring and realize there's a lot more sport in fighting somethin' as smart as you are." "I don't hunt for sport brother, you know that...", "Oh please, don't you sit here and bullshit me. We both know that some part of you enjoys the thrill. Otherwise you would've been an egghead like pa wanted. Just you wait and see, sooner or later you'll be joining me in the ring and making real money.".

As you wish.
Trying to hug Spriggs of all people Zetsuko? You poor poor deluded fool, you know not what wrath you unleash upon yourself. What would you like written in your obituary?
"This has gotta be the most cloak n' dagger type of meetin' i've had to do yet. Ah well...money's money." Adrian crooned around a mouth full of cigar as he entered the RoboTraveler. The dragonborn exhaled a cloud of smoke and walked towards the back door, then looked down at the drunken man skeptically, "Is the job still open?". The man's head snapped up at Adrian surprisingly quickly, "Does a mellow lark sing in the winter?", "Only if it ain't dead.". With a nod from the drunken man, Adrian was allowed to pass through the door with no further fuss. Still under the assumption that this was just another client meeting, Adrian glanced around the people already in the room and blew out another plume of smoke as he waited for one of them to identify themselves as the person he would be defending in court.
Name: "Name's Adrian Corm, Attorney at Law."
Age: "Last I checked I was 36"
Gender: "I'm a guy, keep yer mitts outta my pants."
Race: Dragonborn
Appearance:
Main Weapon: "My good looks and silver tongue of course! A healthy dose of molten hot magma to the face certainly helps too." (can spew magma)
Personality: "First and foremost i'm a professional who's very good at what he does. My client (and their money) come before everything else when i'm hired. That doesn't mean i'm against fun though! As the best lawyer in this realm, I like to kick back and celebrate my victories with drinks, cigars, and women, men, or any other sort of sentient creature of legal age!" (Intelligent, greedy, prideful, hedonistic, and indiscriminately lecherous)

Other: Adrian is the self proclaimed best defense attorney in the realm, and comes with the price to match the claim. For all intents and purposes he's right, though it's more so due to the fact that his volcanic rock based diet and super heated guts let him shower any sort of opposition with magma. He's actually well versed about legal matters, but no one really knows if he's really a lawyer, or even if he went to law school for that matter. Those who question this are met with copious amounts of hot liquified rock in their faces.

How is Dimitri about physical contact? I want to write Kassy giving him a hug. She's shy about it because she isn't human, and her body temp reads 'clammy' to most people.


With the exception of petting or carrying Regis, Dimitri isn't very big on physical contact that isn't revolved around punching, kicking, or head butting something, so hugs are almost nonexistent. He'll do high fives and hand shakes, but if he actually sees fit to hug someone it could be seen as a big deal to him.

Reciprocating physical affection is more or less the same way. If it were anyone but Kassy hugging him he'd likely sock them in the mouth, however given the fact that they've been living together for a while now he'll be more tolerant of her and probably just fuss, try to get out of the hug, and threaten to make her work out twice as hard during their next training session.

Sorry to hear about your cold by the way. If you ever get the chance try to get hold of some lemongrass tea or boil some cut up lemons in water and adding honey and sugar to the mix, does wonders for the throat. Also some cinnamon sticks and black tea to clear out your sinuses. All you gotta do with that is boil the sticks for about ten minutes then add the tea bag to steep for about two to three. Using both teas in succession to one another should at least alleviate the symptoms.
"Hate" is a bit of a strong word here, Wraith. I'm not too fond of the sudden disappearance either, especially considering that the indicator under the post numbers shows that Ghost was on ten hours ago, however "hate" is still a bit much. Taking into account Easter Sunday Ghost had a good reason not to post anything IC today, however given the fact that the "seen" feature under Ghost's post number states that he/she was on approximately ten hours ago a heads up about inactivity would have been nice.
I'm sort of hoping for a response from our GM too considering my post was a direct interaction towards one of their characters. Kind of hard to a roleplay to move on when the last IC post by a GM was four days ago.
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