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Alright, first post up. I think I left it open enough for everyone to find a place. If you feel something is missing, feel free to assume/add/do whatever you need to. This is the first time I've introduced and RP and I apologize if it's lacking, heh, it's 11pm and this is my first time. In any case I hope it's alright and I hope to see some replies when I wake up! Goodnight!
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child of the storm
I had a baby! :D
If you're interested in some short completed pieces of mine beyond my regular RP posts, feel free to rifle through my filing cabinet here.
About me:
- Birth year 1998
- Female
- Canadian
- Married!
- Mother!!!
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Neworth University, Or Allen James University depending upon how old you were, was really a lovely place. It was a gorgeous green campus with blanketing willows, fertile gardens, buildings that had seen all of Neworth’s history. The dormitories, though not for the faint of assets, had once housed heads of state, generals, and the wealthiest of merchants whom had ever crossed its path. The lecture halls were converted ballrooms, courtrooms, even theatres, with lush gold panelled walls, solid oak desks, and lavish chandeliers, to name a few accommodations. It was a sight that could ignite the mind of anyone, from the most dedicated professor to the least motivated student. It was truly enchanting.
That was, of course, in any course outside of Western Philosophy. Taking a two-hour slot every Tuesday and Thursday in a grand courtroom of a lecture hall, it was the most sought-after class in the university’s registry; of course, it was a mandatory course. The school was strict about the class, intent on moulding well-rounded individuals into its future graduates. A good plan, if Western Philosophy weren’t the dullest and least engaging class in the registry. Many students found the teaching pretentious - more still simply found it bland.
Aaron Maevyn was no exception. Even as an open-minded second-year medical student he simply could not find it in himself to take the class seriously. Most days, he used the class like a two hour study hall, spending the time picking through his text books and catching up on assignments. Unfortunately, today happened to be one of the few during which the Philosophy professor, Professor Hans Glemin, required the students to take notes.
So far, it had gone as well as anyone would expect: it was five P.M. on a Thursday, and Glemin was preaching to a congregation of over-worked and exhausted young adults in semi-formalwear that, at this point in the day, could probably use some ironing. There was no small amount of chatter as the professor droned on, and Aaron could have sworn he’d seen a paper bird take flight. As for himself, well, there was a reason Aaron sat as far back as possible - there was no one behind him to see what he was doing.
As Glemin spoke, his every notable point was jotted down into a notebook on Aaron’s lap. This wouldn’t be strange, of course, had Aaron not been holding a different notebook on the desk in one hand, flipping through the pages with the other. The pen writing away on his lap was no ordinary fountain pen, but also his equivalent to a ‘wand’. Of course, witches never used wands these days, but everyone had some kind of talisman through which their spells were stronger. Often, it was the first object they’d cast a real spell on, and in his lucky case, it was a tool that had written more essays than he ever would have on his own. He could only hope no one would see it; it was a trick he’d performed multiple times, in multiple classes, without fail. Still, it made him anxious - after all, his family’s reputation was thin enough already, he didn’t need more suspicion - but something about the risk was invigorating enough to keep him from stopping.
@Karamonnom @ArenaSnow @Aphelion @YamiCuoreLaroux
That was, of course, in any course outside of Western Philosophy. Taking a two-hour slot every Tuesday and Thursday in a grand courtroom of a lecture hall, it was the most sought-after class in the university’s registry; of course, it was a mandatory course. The school was strict about the class, intent on moulding well-rounded individuals into its future graduates. A good plan, if Western Philosophy weren’t the dullest and least engaging class in the registry. Many students found the teaching pretentious - more still simply found it bland.
Aaron Maevyn was no exception. Even as an open-minded second-year medical student he simply could not find it in himself to take the class seriously. Most days, he used the class like a two hour study hall, spending the time picking through his text books and catching up on assignments. Unfortunately, today happened to be one of the few during which the Philosophy professor, Professor Hans Glemin, required the students to take notes.
So far, it had gone as well as anyone would expect: it was five P.M. on a Thursday, and Glemin was preaching to a congregation of over-worked and exhausted young adults in semi-formalwear that, at this point in the day, could probably use some ironing. There was no small amount of chatter as the professor droned on, and Aaron could have sworn he’d seen a paper bird take flight. As for himself, well, there was a reason Aaron sat as far back as possible - there was no one behind him to see what he was doing.
As Glemin spoke, his every notable point was jotted down into a notebook on Aaron’s lap. This wouldn’t be strange, of course, had Aaron not been holding a different notebook on the desk in one hand, flipping through the pages with the other. The pen writing away on his lap was no ordinary fountain pen, but also his equivalent to a ‘wand’. Of course, witches never used wands these days, but everyone had some kind of talisman through which their spells were stronger. Often, it was the first object they’d cast a real spell on, and in his lucky case, it was a tool that had written more essays than he ever would have on his own. He could only hope no one would see it; it was a trick he’d performed multiple times, in multiple classes, without fail. Still, it made him anxious - after all, his family’s reputation was thin enough already, he didn’t need more suspicion - but something about the risk was invigorating enough to keep him from stopping.
@Karamonnom @ArenaSnow @Aphelion @YamiCuoreLaroux
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Whataya mean? ;3 Rynek would totally hate to be king! Not enough killing!
Gimme a break here, it's 11pm and I'm grasping XD
I'm doing my first GM job, and doing it terribly at that. I just wrote what may very well be the worst starting post of my life and I feel like I'm letting the players down :/
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Obscene has the uncanny ability to brighten up any day! :P
#Ijustcan'twaittobeking
Seems rather appropriate, seeing your character roster XD
@Aphelion @YamiCuoreLaroux @ArenaSnow @Karamonnom
Alright gang, I'll write up the first post tonight. I'll assume they all go to the same university, and the story will nearing the end of one of the classes, around the middle of the first semester.
I've also set a very loose setting:
The story takes place in a forested town called Neworth. The town is best known for the large forest which surrounds it and Neworth University, also recently known as Allen James University, after a very generous donor. The ancient campus (standing for over two hundred years now, having begun as a town hall) is situated centrally, with the town having been almost entirely built around it. The school is known for its lush campus and excellent science, law and art programs.
The town of Neworth itself originated as a logging community, surrounded by rich forest of ancient hardwoods. From its humble beginnings as a Christian community of foresters, great suspicions around certain, 'eccentric' families arose. About half a century after the town was founded, a crippling drought hit the region. Desperate, for the second half of the century the superstitious townspeople leapt for someone to blame. This drought ended in several burnings of accused witches, and even after the drought ended, exile and execution of other individuals, sometimes entire families whom locals found suspicious still continued.
In times since then, people have grown far less fanatic and superstitious, though old doubts and rumours still thrive. The year is 1904, and magical beings have improved their tactics to blend in and hide.
It's quick, but I think it works. For anyone who'd like to add to town lore, I welcome it.
Alright gang, I'll write up the first post tonight. I'll assume they all go to the same university, and the story will nearing the end of one of the classes, around the middle of the first semester.
I've also set a very loose setting:
The story takes place in a forested town called Neworth. The town is best known for the large forest which surrounds it and Neworth University, also recently known as Allen James University, after a very generous donor. The ancient campus (standing for over two hundred years now, having begun as a town hall) is situated centrally, with the town having been almost entirely built around it. The school is known for its lush campus and excellent science, law and art programs.
The town of Neworth itself originated as a logging community, surrounded by rich forest of ancient hardwoods. From its humble beginnings as a Christian community of foresters, great suspicions around certain, 'eccentric' families arose. About half a century after the town was founded, a crippling drought hit the region. Desperate, for the second half of the century the superstitious townspeople leapt for someone to blame. This drought ended in several burnings of accused witches, and even after the drought ended, exile and execution of other individuals, sometimes entire families whom locals found suspicious still continued.
In times since then, people have grown far less fanatic and superstitious, though old doubts and rumours still thrive. The year is 1904, and magical beings have improved their tactics to blend in and hide.
It's quick, but I think it works. For anyone who'd like to add to town lore, I welcome it.
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I'm only halfway through. >.> And all the hard ones are next! D;
Remember who you are Simba.
Good luck my son.
When will this be going on the road? :)
Well everyone can throw their characters in the character tab and we can get going tonight, if everyone's alright with that.
Cool! I'll probably see if I can find a picture for that somewhere. If not, I'll give a brief description.
Other than that, I think the CS is about done.
He looks pretty good! I'm sorry that he image thing is giving you grief, I've just seen so many incredibly moe pictures mixed with real life images that I becomes impossible to picture characters.
The only thing I'd say about your character is that the ears and tail may be an issue. In the day and age we're playing in, it's almost impossible for a man to hide a pair of cat ears on his head. It the corpse eating as well would be a serious issue for him. But I'm sure you've taken this into consideration.
I would like more information on how the corpse... Thing works. If for no other reason than curiosity.
Other than that, looking good!
@Obscene Symphony
Hahaha, my characters usually end up determining what sorts of rps I participate in. For example, I'm in the mood to play a more barbaric race backed by creatures that fly.
Idek , I can't decide. >.<
Who's to say you can't play an ambassador of a barbaric race?
Yea, and my last exam was today! I'll post up soon, can't really give an exact time though but soon
Woohoo! Best feeling ever in my opinion. And my exams haven't even been that tough so far. Can't speak to this semester though...
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