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4 yrs ago
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Character Summary

Name: Call me Natsu.
Aliases: There are those that call me Roger. It's not my real name buuuut...
Age: 19
Birthday: 29th of April.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Location: Western New York.
Gender: Non-binary, male pronouns.
Major/Minor: Software Engineering.
Occupation: Student, Upcoming Google Intern this Summer.
Languages: English, C, Java, Ruby, Python, HTML, CSS.
Current Bio Theme: I'm a sucker for FFX.
Years Rping: At least 7, mostly not here though.
Preferred Rp Section: Casual for sure.
Rp Level: Casual to High Casual.
Dedication Level: Pretty high, I like to think.
Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: Oh god world building without GM permission. Moderate grammar errors I can take, but I'll lynch you if you overstep your bounds.


Height: 5"11'
Weight: 270 pounds
Build: I have a bit of a stomach bulge, but besides that pretty even everywhere else.
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone: Kinda just pale?
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Hahahahaha No
Personal Style: Whatever I pull out of my drawer in the morning, irrespective of temperature. I don't feel cold or get hot in the same way you do, so I can dress however I like year round.


Logical * Cold * Intelligent * Obsessive * Protective * Defensive

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Oh god um shit. Well.
Hi there, I'm an asshole. Gonna put That one up front. I'm also a nerd, and sadly those thing can go hand in hand a lot of the time. I often say things i don't mean, especially around those who know me well, so if you've just met me and I'm nice, give me like... a month. I say mean things, probably as some kind of defense mechanism to stop me from getting close to people. I try to fight it, but it's there. I promise I rarely mean to hurt you, and if I do, let me know. Please. Outside of warnings though, I'd say I'm a pretty decent human most of the time. I have some necessary struggles with morality that are interesting. Now don't worry, I'm not a murderer, but I think a lot about the nature of right and wrong, to the point of infuriating those around me. I don't like to take things at face value, so I may openly question the nature of the morality of murder in front of you, and work through logical implications of different stances. My current state on most moral beliefs is not knowing, in fact. Subjective morality to me is pretty obvious, I think killing and stealing and torture are all things I don't wanna do, but that all stems from me not wanting to go to jail/ not wanting to hurt people. Whether or not there's some ultimate morality that's true independent of me, is what I want to know more about.

Outside of internally and externally debating the nature of the universe, I also spend a lot of time doing homework because hahahahahaha STEM majors. I can get into the "I have more homework than you" game. Watching my engineering friends die doing Thermo is almost painful. A lot of my not RPing free time is spent up either on games, programming, or math. Yes I'm one of those weird fuckers who likes math. Some might think this weird, but honestly until you see the beauty of complex exponentiation, or modern number theory, you just don't understand man. Look into it, I promise you'll cry when you see the light. Besides that, I cook a lot when i can, I live in dorms now but you should see what I can do with a gas stove and a knife. If I have an art, it's food.
Habits: I don't drink water from the tap. Ever. I don't care if it's cold or not, I'm going out in shorts and you can't stop me.
Hobbies: Cooking, Programming, Overwatch, Magic the Gathering, Math, Rubik's Cubes, DnD.
Fears: Being left Vulnerable, Failure.
Likes: Fluffy animals, When the dice favor me, Games, Scaly animals, Math.
Dislikes: Sad doggos, when the dice hate me, outside, cruelty.

Cards On The Table

Rp's Currently Gming: None
Rp's Currently Enjoying: Breakfast University of Magic, Darker than Black, Our Game.
Other Places Of Interest: I used to bounce around on the Nerdfighteria Vanilla Forums and it's various predecessors.
Favorite Posts: Still the best thing on the guild.


What Brings You To Role Player Guild: The death of my first Roleplay Site
Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild: Oh Jesus. So there was this site, orignally known as Your Pants. It was wonderful, and any Nerdfighters probably know what I'm talking about. My first Roleplay's were on that site, and I was S H I T. The worst you could imagine. Oh god part of me is glad that the old site is buried and lost to time, in a data shredded pile that can't ever be recovered (STAY AWAY FROM THE WAYBACK MACHINE IF YOU LOVE ME). Any way, that site when through a couple iterations, from site death to revival to death to revival. The people rotated and left and returned until one day, we all were gone. I found the site somewhere between my departure and the overall death of that site's RP section. Good friends were made, lost and died there.
Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild: Bit less Nostalgic and more cheery for this part then. Guild's been nice, and I've been on and off as life got harder or easier at different points, but I think I've stabilized on something good where I am now.


Quotes or Sayings: "What do you mean I can only have 7 shots of Espresso?"
Theme Song: I'm a sucker for jazzed up versions of childhood songs.
Advice To The World:
Anything Else: I think people shoot for happiness, and while that's good, I don't think you should ever achieve it. You need to keep upping your standards, and never become complacent.

Most Recent Posts

Arthur Stanford

Arthur ran along with Athanasia, as it seemed they were finally getting a break. Their friends had gotten over the window, and the path was clear ahead. That was, until the wall came crashing down. As he was pulled forward, he was surprised by just how tightly she could pull him. "Don't look back just keep going running forward." These creatures had to be incredibly strong to be able to do that, far stronger than any human. If this was average for the things that wanted them dead, it was a miracle that they'd lived this long.

Then he saw the flying horse. If he weren't in fear for his life, he might stop and stare, but he just made a sound similar to Athanasia, though not quite as squealish "Wooah." This seemed totally unreal. He tugged on Athanasia's hand though, saying "Don't stop, they're still behind us!" He tried pulling her forward, looking nervously behind them. "We gotta keep moving, okay?"

Bartholomew Rosecliff

Location: Sitting Room

Bart blinked at Siduri's comment on Alexandra. That concerned him, and he piped up, "I'm sorry, what do you mean, "opted out""? He asked. That didn't make sense to him. He knew things were difficult for her recently, but even if she could, he never thought she would leave. He knew there were probably more important things to worry about, the end times being apparently around the corner, and Faith needing to throw herself into the "in-between" to stop Eve from becoming a "Destruere", but she was his friend. He needed to know what had happened, or at least, know that Alexandra was safe. His gaze lingered on Siduri for a moment as he waited for a response.

Faith needed him now to though. He aligned himself next to her, and met her gaze. He needed to be concerned with what was in front of him, that was the only way to manage this many problem. He knew that she probably wouldn't say it, but she needed him. He figured it couldn't hurt to ask, so he said, "Would she have to go alone? Could some of us maybe accompany her?" It'd probably be dangerous as all hell, but the idea of her handling something like this on her own didn't sit well with him. Even if she had to go alone, he was sure there'd be a lot to do in light of this new information. He just wanted to be able to help in any way he could, and protect what had been put in front of him.
Arthur Stanford

As he was hoisted out the Window, Arthur briefly considered protesting, but opted not to. The sooner he was away from these monsters, the better, and he honestly didn't believe he had a good chance of being useful in this fight. Landing on the ground outside the shed, he looked above him, waiting for them to join him. Getting separated now wouldn't help them, but he felt anxious standing around and waiting with the Cyclopes around. He leaned against the back of the shed, keeping the path clear for the next person who'd come down.

Once Athanasia grabbed his hand, he looked nervously behind then, before nodding. "Let's go." He said. They had to assume the rest would make it out fine, and get away from the monsters while they could. She brought a good point, and said ,"Maybe they just haven't awakened yet? I don't know..." He trailed off. Hedge had mentioned that their godly parents had to claim them, maybe they wouldn't have anything special about them until they did. "Let's just get away, and worry about that later." He said quietly.

Bartholomew Rosecliff

Location: Carnival Grounds -> Sitting Room

At first, Bart started to smile at what he thought was going to be a compliment from this most ancient of beings, but he had to keep his face from souring at her dissection of his motives for questioning. Sure, he had a bit of pride about himself, and he wanted to impress people, but that didn't make him selfish for asking an important question, did it? Her words left him uncomfortable, and in a kind of introspection that seemed ill placed at the time. While this was surely somebody of great wisdom, he didn't have the time to do the mental gymnastics to properly process what had been dispensed at him.

Walking along to the sitting room, he decided instead to listen along to the discussion of the End of Times, as Siduri put it. Most interesting, he thought, was Faith's question about the impact such a thing would have in the context of multiple timelines. He assumed the Destruere would have something to do with it, which, given his understanding, would have multiple timeline ramifications. However, he decided, given how Siduri last responded to him, he would keep quiet, and trust the Emendators and his fellow Paradoxes to ask the proper questions surrounding this topic. He also looked forward to a potential explanation of what she meant by Faith having some potential ability to locate Eve. He had no idea how something like that would happen, but there were obviously mechanics of this universe he was unfamiliar with.
Melody Winters

Melody squealed with glee as the treant picked her up. She kicked her legs off the ground, and looked down at Poly, finally being able to see above other people's heads. This was a new feeling for her! "Thank you so much! You know, nobody every picks me up, it's so mean!" She said and before Violet grabbed her attention for but a moment, "There are so many things I wanna know! How often do you get mistaken for trees? How old are you? How old do you live to be? Oh did you-" Melody stopped for a brief moment to draw breath, quite literally running herself ragged, "Did you know Headmaster when he was a student?" She ceaselessly barraged the treants with questions.

Melody looked down at Polyanna with a giggle. "I'm sorry Polyanna, but how could you not be excited?" She chirped. It was a brand new school year after all, "Besides, I'm never calm." She did consider the option for new classes though. She'd love to actually learn a thing or two this semester, and there would always be time to run around the grounds. "Thanks for letting us know though! You're as sweet as your candy!" She punned, laughing after. She looked back at the treant, and gestured downwards, "I need to go back down, now please." She requested.
Arthur Stanford

Arthur nodded at Kiera, and started to help spread out the balls. As he walked along the shed, he couldn't help but feel a bit of fear. His arms felt heavy, his heartbeat was quickening, and he could start to feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat. He felt like he could throw up at any moment, but he couldn't afford that right now. Time was a resource more precious than anything right now, and he knew there was a very good chance that something like that could cost everybody their lives. Breathing deep, he focused on the task at hand, knowing that the best way to keep himself calm, was to hyper focus on that.

The thing he was scared most about though, was Athanasia. He considered her a friend, and her putting herself in danger was something he necessarily felt uneasy about. He knew she was small, quick, and had run away from things before. There was no way somebody could pull as many pranks as her and not be an exceptional runner. There were literal monsters though, and they would almost certainly kill her if they caught her. He'd never experienced any kind of stress like this before, and all he could do was look at his friend, smile, and say "Don't get yourself killed, I'm not ready to become president of Hell Raising Committee." He wasn't a very huggy person, and that was good, as he was quite certain they didn't have time for anything like that.

Bartholomew Rosecliff

Location: Carnival Grounds

Tapping his fingers against his side, Bartholomew pursed his lips. None of this was any good at all. Eve was stuck in Limbo, potentially about to become a Destruere, her ability to make Paradoxes was hallowing her out, and the only way to solve this problem involved going back to where Faith and he fucked things up. Why couldn't surprises ever be pleasant? Rubbing his temples, he looked at James, surprised at the eloquence he's displayed. He'd never thought him much of a speaker, but color him impressed. He did think he laid it on a little thick though, seeing as the Hat could summon literally whatever refreshments their guests may want. Exhaling, he nodded at Andromeda's question. The only reason he could think of for her sudden appearance would be that things are seriously messed up.

He liked the idea of getting inside, if only to break up this information dump and give them all a chance to process what they've just been told. He rubbed the back of his head, and looked around at the residents of the Plantation. One thing did concern him, maybe it was his misunderstanding of things, but the course of actions sounded dangerous. "I'm sure I'm out of my depth here, but I've read a good deal of science fiction," He said, and cleared his throat, "and wouldn't going back and interfering with Eve's most pivotal events cause some kind of butterfly effect? Interfering with our own timeline and all that jazz?" Doing that sort of thing sounded like it would consequences, and being aware of them before getting into any course of action would probably be a good idea.
Melody Winters

Seeing a group starting to from on the edges of the woods of all places, a young Melody Winters couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be going on. It was far too early in the year for something to be happening, wasn't it. A smile stretched across her face, she decided to investigate. as she started her steps forward, a blur rushed past her. Before she could react, it was gone, and she was left spinning, laughing as she went, trying her best to keep her balance. This was what she missed from school: You never knew what was going to happen! Reorienting herself, she looked back towards the group, and continued forward.

As she got closer, her face left in surprise as she saw one of them was hoisted up by a Treant. She deemed to be fine though, regardless of precarious situation. Positively beaming at the situation in front of her, she closed the distance completely, and said, "What's going o-" She started to say, before her eyes fell on Polyanna. Recognizing her wasn't easy, but between the uniform and the face, it was far from impossible.. It was at this moment her brain finally put together that, perhaps, these people might not be supposed to be here. Not one to shy away from adventure though, she leaped at the chance to say hello to the amazing Miss Saccharine.

"Hi Poly! Did you enjoy your summer? Oh god, I almost forgot to introduce myself, I do that sooo much. I really need to get better at that." Melody made a mental note to try to say her name when meeting new people from now on. Before giving the head of security a chance to respond, she turned over to look up at Viola, sucking on a lollipop above her. "How did you get up there? Can I try? Pleeeeaaasseee?" She looked up at the Treant expectantly. It looked fun, and as long as they were doing it, she didn't see a reason not to go for a ride. The forest was not somewhere she ventured frequently, under the impression that it was mostly off limits.

I assume little Melody is okay? @TheHangedMan
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