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9 yrs ago
Current I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one.
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9 yrs ago
I'm honestly sick of updating this. This will probably be ny status for the next four months.
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9 yrs ago
So apparently I have an ear infection as well as some other kind of nasty virus. Fantastic.
9 yrs ago
Okay.. maybe I panic a little when nobody's posted for 10 hours. I have no life outside the internet.
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9 yrs ago
I don't know how much caffeine I've just injested and I'm pretty sure it was all a mistake.

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Earl Alois Trancy




"You know Claude, I think you're my highness..."


Gender: Male

Age: Recently turned 14

Series: Black Butler II


Species: Human, presumably...

Role/Occupation: Earl of the Trancy family and local nuisance

Skills: He learned to be a skilled thief, but is a bit out of practice after having lived in luxury for a while. He also dances. A lot.

Home: He's back in his old home: The streets.

Personality:Alois is a strange boy with a sadistic and manipulative streak, though he often puts on a charming act. He seems to have no concept of social skills, often seeming to completely lack the etiquette suited to his status. He's extremely clingy to his butler Claude, practically idolizing the uncaring demon, but mistreats his other servants terribly. Deep down, he seems lonely and starved for affection. He constantly vies for Claude's attention, though the demon seems more interested in the more mature, enigmatic Ciel. This annoys and angers Alois immensely.
Now that he's been moved to the village and left without his beloved butler, he's been on edge and agitated He often just ends up crying on his own, deeply lonely and attention-hungry. He's a misery, really. He just can't do without Claude, although the only reason he is safe is that Claude is gone.


Backstory: Nobody really knows who his real family is. His earliest memories are of him and his younger brother Luka prowling the streets as orphans in a Victorian-era English village. At this time, he went by the name of Jim Macken and was quite a different boy. After disaster hit and his village burned to a crisp, Jim was sold as a sex slave to the Earl Trancy. Jim quickly became the earl's favorite, and when the earl died under "mysterious circumstances", Jim took his place, posing as his long missing son Alois. Strangely, Alois had a new demon butler in tow around the time of Trancy's death...
As Earl, Alois lived in luxury with his butler Claude and a few other demon servants. However, his time as the previous Earl's sexual partner seemed to have taken a toll on his sanity, and he had become an attention craving, sadistic brat. However, he still maintained some level of charm, and a high level of affection for his butler. As he was nearing a year of being Earl, he was snatched away from his perfect life and placed here.


Life in the Town: WIP

Prized Possession: A ring, which was a gift from the previous Earl Trancy.

Damn it, how far did we go? Thought Ivan, finally pulling himself up onto the branch and into a position where he was at least fairly safe from falling. However, he had nowhere else to go from here. He was completely trapped by the mud, unless....

Ivan was about to do something very, very stupid. He knew it, too. He took a small knife from his pocket, and started sawing away at the tree trunk where it was thinnest. He hoped to cut the tree top down, forming a bridged to the next tree over. This was an unbelievably dumb idea. He was more likely to hurt himself or simply waste time than actually form an escape from the sentient mud. But it was the only possible solution he saw.

The tree finally snapped, a few feet of branches and trunk falling into the next tree over, a sturdy looking pine. Ivan started to carefully climb his way across his makeshift bridge, feeling it bend precariously under him.

He got to thinking as he was making his way across... what was he going to do once he got to the pine? Throw pine cones at the mud until it stopped pursuing him? He growled in frustration, gripping the branches so tightly it made his fingers and palms start to bleed. He had no idea what he was doing.
In fact, if you think you can handle dark themes (will likely include torture of both emotional and physical natures, death, betrayal, etc...) and you're into Star Wars, then feel free to check out our RP, Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath. Its not for the feint of heart, but we judge people only on what they produce, not on parameters like the ones described in the first sentence of this post.


Thanks for the offer! I'll definitely look into it.
Ivan heard a noise at the base of the tree. Assuming it to be some animal, he only wrinkled his nose a bit and closed his eyes, leaning against the trunk of the tree with the intent of getting some rest before Raven arrived with his bow. But the noise didn't stop. Raising an eyebrow to himself, Ivan looked down, then screamed bloody murder.
The mud on the ground was starting to creep its way up the tree, as if it had a mind of his own. Ivan was suddenly glad he'd had the foresight to relieve himself earlier, as he only had the one pair of pants and this would have been the end of their clean state if he hadn't acted earlier.
Though Ivan was light for his age, he quickly got to a point on the tree where the branches could barely support his weight. He knew if he went any higher, he'd just end up falling. He knew what he had to do next. He ran across the long branch, ignoring the ominous cracking sounds, and jumped into the next tree over, just barely catching himself on a branch. He was now hanging by his hands from a branch that was just about to about to break. Not good, to be sure. He tried to see if he could maneuver himself to a different branch, but this tree was sparse and the next few branches over he couldn't even reach. "Raven! RAVEN!! God damn it, Raven!" He cried, barely able to hold himself up.
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I find that if I cannot OOC interact with someone, I am unable to interact well with them IC. I have shoved otherwise decent looking roleplays and roleplay concepts from any hope of my joining simply because there's one guy who I think is an irrecoverable shit. Just the way I am.


Interesting. I tend to distance myself as much as I can from my characters, and distance other people as much from their characters as I can. If I find someone annoying, I can usually still RP with them unless all their characters are shameless self-inserts.
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For this website in particular, this is because roleplaying is a social activity. You have to collaborate with others to create an interesting story. Hard work, is of course valued extremely highly, but at some point you have to consider that it's not worth it anymore. Roleplaying here is like having a conversation; there's give and take, back and forth, and you have to work with the people around you to establish it. You don't have to keep talking to someone who's being a bully. Roleplaying is first and foremost, a hobby. We are under no obligation to feel bad or miserable while engaging in it. If someone is being disrespectful to me, I have the choice to cut them out of my life; and more often than not, I will because it's not worth it.

I personally don't categorize what we do on this site as playing a role, I call it collaborative storytelling.

If compromising and trying to get along with others is not something someone is willing to do, then writing solo is always another option.


Good point.
The thing is, the only way I can really socialize with people is through the internet, and usually in the form of fiction writing and roleplaying because it's easier for people to deal with a character I write than the 'real me', because as aforementioned the real me is a jackass. I have a lot of issues in real life that make interacting with people usually end in them writing me off as a problem for my parents and psychiatrists to deal with.
I get that for most people RP is a hobby, something they do alongside other social activities because they enjoy it. They probably don't have the time or energy to deal with someone who can't stop picking fights. But at least for me, this is how I learn to interact with people. The only reason I ever took up roleplaying was because I thought that the only people who would accept my company were people as nerdy and antisocial as I believed roleplayers to be. But I was pretty wrong, wasn't I? Roleplaying, at least nowadays, seems to be a hobby held by people who are highly socially advanced and are mostly into the creative writing aspect of RP.
And I get that I'm just whining. You can pretty much crunch this whole giant paragraph down into "I'm bad at socializing so I do it over the internet, so just leave me alone and let me be a jackass."
I know that you're not my psychiatrist and you don't need to hear my excuses for being a putz, but the reason I started this topic was to try and get some answers, because more than anything I'm just really fucking confused.
Thanks for all your help, again.
@Oliver

I'm perfectly happy to keep roleplaying with people I may otherwise dislike if they're respectful to me and everyone else, and I show them the same courtesy. And on the other side of the spectrum, if there's a disrespectful person in my roleplay, they're out. I don't care if they're young or old, I don't care if they're a CEO of a successful company. People will accept you as long as you show respect to the roleplay, to the GM, to the players and the other characters. Writing ability will follow that as a secondary thing.


Funny, I keep hearing this from people. I hear this from music directors all the time, that talent comes second to amicability. I hear from teachers that they grade people more harshly on classroom participation than on the actual quality of the student's work.
Why do people care so much about how personally irritating they find a person if their work is good? We came here to RP, not make friends.
I get that I'm only saying this because I'm a jackass and I can't see why other people can't handle it, but still, I think that hard work is undervalued and that people care too much about how much they personally like a person and let that bias whether or not their work is accepted.
Just a mini-rant there, feel free to ignore.

Oy gevalt @Achronum what the fuck
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