neogreggory

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

My god, of all the ways for the reaper to die he had to go and drown in some cold water.

At least every single living tribute is sleeping together in shifts. If I was there I would make use of those explosives that the sponsers have been handing out like candy but whatever.

Supervillainy 101

May I admit a great sense of glee at what has transpired thus far? Anyways I've two points to spend.

Throwing Cards (1)
Eric carries a deck of playing cards which he can be used as weapons. The cards are, on impact, about as strong as bullets. Eric doesn't have the best aim with them yet, though he can hit somebody in the chest at twenty five feet with some degree of confidence.

Luck of the Draw (3)++
Eric can tell what the top card of a deck of playing cards, because he decides what the top card is. Within a ten foot radius around Eric all standard playing card decks are in the arrangement he desires. While clearly not very helpful in a fight, Pann promises Eric that it can be helpful, and of course Eric would have a hard time losing at any card games ever again.

There, little helpful plus marks to show where I put the points.

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Arthur, being the peaceful man he is, just walks around and meets up with random groups, hunting with them, singing with them, story telling as well. Got into a fight with a dragon at one point but got spared.

So, place your bets ladies and gents, who's going to win the First Annual Liseranna games? The battle hungry Oni? The halfling Alucard? Or perhaps a unforeseeable victory from one of the meeker combatants?

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Nothing like singing merry songs with those that decided to not kill you the previous day!

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

I am quite curious to see how this survival/hunger game goes.

Masters and Padawans of The Clone Wars - Star Wars RP -- Open

"Indeed." Eric said to his apprentice. "Hmm... could you go check on the barracks? Make sure it is... barracks like. Maybe mingle with the troops if you can." The Knight would then walk off to examine the base further. The base was located on a hill overlooking a lake. A wall of metal plates reinforced with dirt and stone gathered from nearby surrounded the base, the base for towers beginning to get set up. There was one entrance into the fort, a gap in the wall, on which three turrets were set up and ready to fire. Alongside the turrets were several metal barricades. Outside the fort clone engineers with the help of basic infantry were already digging a trench.

"Productive aren't they." Eric said to himself before a voice behind him spoke up, That they are sir. Behind Eric was a clone, yellow markings adorning his armor. ER-1201, clone commander in charge this division of the clone engineer corps." "Eric Betorn." The Jedi replied, holding his hand out to shake with the clone, who after a moment shook the Jedi's hand. "Everything well I take it?" Eric asked, "Yes sir. The men are looking forward to fighting the droids."

The Jedi excused himself form the clone commander. The barracks would be his destination, Eric needed to find out where he was to sleep, and if his padawan had found anything or one of interest yet.

Masters and Padawans of The Clone Wars - Star Wars RP -- Open

I'll post something before the night is out.

Supervillainy 101

@Ophidian

Different Snake

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Hider

I don't want to take up too much space, and someone said it was alright for me to write, so I shall write. As far as version of D&D I played, well I own a bunch of 3.5 books however I don't play that version often. All my D&D took place in a place called Jobcorps, a training program for young adults. More precisely a jobcorps called Wolf Creek. There I met people of similar interest. They all were in love with 2.0, and due to a lack of anyone else to play with I grew acquainted with the version, even if it was at times, frequently, backwards and stupid with it's use of 'logic'. During my time at jobcorp however people came and went, and due to that the playing group changed. There was other versions, or even custom versions used.
Stars Without Number, Rifts, a custom 2.0 overhauled to cater interesting magic on magic battles. House rules established over the time spent playing.
I had fun, and did many foolish things. I accidentally helped resurrect the dwarf god Morridan by having him suck power from Talos, the god of man from Skyrim. I fought for the entertainment of thousands in the arena, while the godlike Mister Popo blinked around the arena, the judge to ensure fairness. I assassinated planets with an army of battle droids, receiving a fortune and getting even more money by threatening my employer that I would destroy the planet if they didn't pay me more. I burnt chieftains to ash with perfectly placed fire blasts before taking their position and their bandits as my own. All of these things I did with that feeling I mentioned before in my gut, but victory was not the only thing I knew.
I was held down by the magic of a vile drow priest, and while the crowds watched, snakes were made to enter my every orifice until I died. I did combat with an OP GM character AI, and with boldness then attempted to forcefully take power from a weaker AI attached to an orbital station, that AI using the station's immense amount of electricity to overload the ship my physical form was on.

Honestly my opinion of drow was forever marked since that point was forever negative, I honestly can't like drow anymore.
Man it has been too long since those times.

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

If you want to hear me rant about mostly random things you can open the hider below. If not then I put my miniature rant in a hider so it doesn't have to disturb you.

Hider

I've begun something. I'm to be playing a game. I've walked into it with a feeling in my gut, the feeling I get when I know something is going to happen. A feeling I get while RPing or playing D&D. When I get this feeling within me I act boldly, and in most instances, foolishly. The last time I felt this way and acted upon this feeling my character died, then exploded. However he also came back five times stronger. Robot assassins are hard to put down but that's not the point. Other times I've felt like this, other times I've had this feeling I've conquered villages and executed those that stood in defense of the town without regret, without problem.
I am forced to wonder if this game I am to play will end like the assassin droids game, or the candles? I suppose only time shall tell me.

I think I'll put most of my posts like this in hiders, I understand if people don't care what I've done in the past or how my mind thinks.