Nyther
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Savage Narcissist
STATUS: It was a dark and stormy night. I had just taken a creative writing course. 5 mos ago
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It was a dark and stormy night. I had just taken a creative writing course.
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5 mos ago
When I donate my body to science, they will be like: "Wow. I do not want this.".
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If you sneeze, fart and burp at the same time your heart will explode. In fact, that's what killed the dinosaurs.
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Work's been crazy. Should have all replies out by tomorrow.
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@Gravity Bounce they were wanting "important" RP'ers to be upset they left.
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I'm posting something tonight.
I figure it wont be too much mushy love stuff. A half demon and dragon shifter would prob be more Mr and Mrs smith than twilight.
I'll post up something later. If need be we'll just turn it into a 1x1
I can also see some struggle with my guy being half demon an evil wizard getting into his head. But anything like that ill run past you first darkstarlove since he's your character.
I'm working so I only have my phone. Ill post later today. If pathfinders okay with it I have no problem merging story lines.
I think it's just the main room.
Ronin, in full gear, was sitting in the corner. Legs folded and arms crossed. He was deep in meditation. As he meditated he began to teleport in place incredibly fast. It made him appear as if he was hovering just off the floor. The sound of Ultiman busting in the room made Ronin take pause. He teleported high enough so he could unfold his legs and stand. He sauntered over to the table and grabbed a decanter of whiskey. He slowly poured himself a half glass and shot it back. He then poured himself a full glass and sat down.
"Mutants?" He said in between sips of whiskey. "You can count me in. I haven't had a real challenge in awhile. Hopefully this will provide me with one." He could hear in his ear bud multiple radio reports about the mutants and how they were demolishing the city. "Are we leaving now, or just let them level the city and go after them when they get bored?"
"Mutants?" He said in between sips of whiskey. "You can count me in. I haven't had a real challenge in awhile. Hopefully this will provide me with one." He could hear in his ear bud multiple radio reports about the mutants and how they were demolishing the city. "Are we leaving now, or just let them level the city and go after them when they get bored?"
I didn't really want to be an officer. Well damn it anyways.
So then there was no Air Force after 1942?
Name:Arnold Rimmer
Rank: Captian
Age: 28
Nationality: American, Wyoming
Aircraft: F-100 Super Sabre
Description:
Arnold joined the air force at a very early age. Incredibly patriotic. He is a above average pilot, not great, but damned good. He is a pilot through and through. Feeling more at home in the air than anywhere else. He loves women, cigars, a good scotch and his country. Having proved himself time and again, he rose to rank very quickly. However, his problem with authority has prevented him from rising past the rank of Captain.
Rank: Captian
Age: 28
Nationality: American, Wyoming
Aircraft: F-100 Super Sabre
Description:
Arnold joined the air force at a very early age. Incredibly patriotic. He is a above average pilot, not great, but damned good. He is a pilot through and through. Feeling more at home in the air than anywhere else. He loves women, cigars, a good scotch and his country. Having proved himself time and again, he rose to rank very quickly. However, his problem with authority has prevented him from rising past the rank of Captain.
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