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The Impatient Patience of Fulfilled Nothingness
STATUS: I decided it was time for a new look. How do you like it? 10 yrs ago
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I decided it was time for a new look. How do you like it?
10 yrs ago
Weekend was busy, hot, and tiring. I have stuff to do, and this week is looking to be a difficult one. This is going to be a VERY uncomfortable part of my life.
10 yrs ago
DAMMIT! SON OF A-! One of my favorite fanfics is stopping, because apparently it's breaking rules. Not only that, The fanfic I'm working on will have to stop too, since it's similar! This sucks! T-T
10 yrs ago
Must...finish...fanfic...Must...not...look into the YouTube comment section of Death Battle...Must...not...get...sidetracked...
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10 yrs ago
I got into another online argument about shipping again! I said that I ship Blaze with Silver, and they said that she'd be more likely to be in love with Sonic. I can't see how.
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Bio
Hiyas! I'm Otomos. OTOMOS THE CRAZY! HYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I've got a handful of years experience Roleplaying here and elsewhere, so don't think me a rookie! My Avatar once looked like a part of some sort of time-theme, but that's just Chronos after he was brought back to life and upgraded! My more favored avatar is either Dimentio or the Azure Flame God, but how does one resist a clock face?
But that's in the Past. Now it's a pic of Gwyndolin, the Dark Sun!
Prepare yourself for the Persona of the week/Month/Minute/Whatever! Try to guess which Persona it is when you see it in my Signature! This little tidbit starts within a week!
My return to The Guild could mean many things! A new RP, a revival of an old idea, my participation in the arena as a Low-Rank Grunt, but most likely my return means that I'll participate in the more recent RPs!
With that said, remember to eat your porridge and limit your fire usage (we are drowning after all)!
SEEYA'S!!!
I've got a handful of years experience Roleplaying here and elsewhere, so don't think me a rookie! My Avatar once looked like a part of some sort of time-theme, but that's just Chronos after he was brought back to life and upgraded! My more favored avatar is either Dimentio or the Azure Flame God, but how does one resist a clock face?
But that's in the Past. Now it's a pic of Gwyndolin, the Dark Sun!
Prepare yourself for the Persona of the week/Month/Minute/Whatever! Try to guess which Persona it is when you see it in my Signature! This little tidbit starts within a week!
My return to The Guild could mean many things! A new RP, a revival of an old idea, my participation in the arena as a Low-Rank Grunt, but most likely my return means that I'll participate in the more recent RPs!
With that said, remember to eat your porridge and limit your fire usage (we are drowning after all)!
SEEYA'S!!!
Most Recent Posts
@Banana
Claire allowed herself a moment to recover after her sister, Xoxi, the skeleton, and the literal new kid fled the scene. There was a number of things rushing through her mind at a rapid pace, and all of them were actually bothering her enough to sit her down. A bad move to make in the middle of a battle that seemed to be expanding its active conflict radius further from its starting point and towards the house. In all fairness, however the stress of the importance of the situation only served to add to growing chaos within her.
It didn't help that her and her sister's clones just walked in...
"Wait, wha-!"
The music goddess wasn't given a chance to finish her sentence or even react before she was bound by twilit constructs produced by her own clone. She could feel the internal music of the constructs play within. She tried to hijack control, but there were two problems that prevented her. The first was that creating the child took a lot out of her. The second was Yukiko showing off a bit of her "Tough Love", palming Claire in the gut.
"Hello, Claire." said Clarice.
Claire simply glared at her, unable to even speak due to the clone's constructs. As Clarice walked toward her counterpart, Yukiko danced away, giggling. Clarice caressed her counterpart's cheek the way those creepy villains do when they plan to...Claire's eyes widened as her clone smiled gently.
"Let's just get to the point."
The energy summoned by Yukiko immediately crafted a circle behind Claire, and a chained spear shot out, impaling her.
Claire couldn't even scream in agony.
Yuki began to scream. The ones around her may or may not know why she was screaming, but she screamed regardless. She felt pain. Strong, agonizing, almost deathly pain. Thing was, it wasn't hers. It wasn't even true pain. It was sort of like an alarm system, indicating when her sister recieves a fatal wound. Claire too had a similar sense, only much broader, allowing her to know when Yuki is injured in even non-fatal ways. She was just better at hiding it.
The music Claire placed within the child stayed within it, but that was because the child's sentience had made it their own. It was part of their existence, so Claire would have to dispel it herself in order for it to leave. Still, it reacted to Claire's wound, shaking when Claire recieved it.
Claire allowed herself a moment to recover after her sister, Xoxi, the skeleton, and the literal new kid fled the scene. There was a number of things rushing through her mind at a rapid pace, and all of them were actually bothering her enough to sit her down. A bad move to make in the middle of a battle that seemed to be expanding its active conflict radius further from its starting point and towards the house. In all fairness, however the stress of the importance of the situation only served to add to growing chaos within her.
It didn't help that her and her sister's clones just walked in...
"Wait, wha-!"
The music goddess wasn't given a chance to finish her sentence or even react before she was bound by twilit constructs produced by her own clone. She could feel the internal music of the constructs play within. She tried to hijack control, but there were two problems that prevented her. The first was that creating the child took a lot out of her. The second was Yukiko showing off a bit of her "Tough Love", palming Claire in the gut.
"Hello, Claire." said Clarice.
Claire simply glared at her, unable to even speak due to the clone's constructs. As Clarice walked toward her counterpart, Yukiko danced away, giggling. Clarice caressed her counterpart's cheek the way those creepy villains do when they plan to...Claire's eyes widened as her clone smiled gently.
"Let's just get to the point."
The energy summoned by Yukiko immediately crafted a circle behind Claire, and a chained spear shot out, impaling her.
Claire couldn't even scream in agony.
Meanwhile...
Yuki began to scream. The ones around her may or may not know why she was screaming, but she screamed regardless. She felt pain. Strong, agonizing, almost deathly pain. Thing was, it wasn't hers. It wasn't even true pain. It was sort of like an alarm system, indicating when her sister recieves a fatal wound. Claire too had a similar sense, only much broader, allowing her to know when Yuki is injured in even non-fatal ways. She was just better at hiding it.
The music Claire placed within the child stayed within it, but that was because the child's sentience had made it their own. It was part of their existence, so Claire would have to dispel it herself in order for it to leave. Still, it reacted to Claire's wound, shaking when Claire recieved it.
Name: Kinjabal
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Troll
Rank: Second-in-Command
Personality: Despite being what some would consider an adult troll, there was always one particular trait that Kinjabal never let go from his younger years. That trait would be a desire to experience the excitement of life, which is often visualized as thrilling adventures and epic battles. The trait has dulled, as he no longer thinks that the world can provide either adventure or epic battles, but it still resonates within him with enough influence to have him seek some sort of conflict.
Aside from that, he's usually very competent in his personal decisions, and rarely goes against Tribe Leader's proposals and plans. That being said, he is still very arrogant and cocky, boasting about his skill and strength whenever not discussing anything that would affect the tribe as a whole. He's also driven in whatever goal he or his tribe has decided on, and is almost too stubborn to be convinced that certain decisions that have been made are bad.
Other: He tries to hide it, but when a woman tries to flirt with him, he gets really flustered.
Appearance: Despite the picture, it really only shows off his physique, rather than the normal clothes he wears. Casually, he wears large jeans and and a tank top, covered in large coats with large hoods, and inner pockets that hide smaller weapons like his pistol and tomahawk. He also wears boots and fingerless gloves. When hiding among the humans, he's usually avoiding large crowds or anyone that may get close enough to see past the shadows of his coat's hood. To hide his hair, he slicks it back with water before pulling the hood over his head.
Equipment/weapons:
History: Kinjabal was born and raised in Manhattan...well, raised the way trolls are raised anyway. His life on its own was always filled with a sense of longing. Like other trolls, he wanted to live out in the world as an equal, but he was raised to believe that humans would treat him and the rest of his kind either as barbarians or even monsters. As a child, he thought that it was foolish of humans to think that way, when most had probably never have seen one for themselves at this day and age. As an adult, he carries a bit of that thought process, only with a better understanding behind the reasoning behind it.
Unlike what most would believe, Kinjabal didn't train all his life to become a warrior. In truth, he's was more a mischief maker. Instead of lifting rocks and boulders and bags of produce and all matter of other idiotic sounding strength "exercises" to become strong, he focused more on annoying and enraging others. He started off by tossing pebbles, then moved on to a slingshot as he got older. By the time he was considered a teenager, he was one of the most skilled marksman in the tribe, and proud to boot.
He joined the ranks on a whim, as mischief had become boring to him back then. Other trolls managed to train and discipline the young Kinjabal, and influence his views on the state of things. He became aware of the general wellbeing of the tribe, and found a responsibility to fulfill their shared dream of living out of the hiding. Though he still have a bit of his mischievous self, his first and foremost thoughts belong to his loyalty to his people.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Troll
Rank: Second-in-Command
Personality: Despite being what some would consider an adult troll, there was always one particular trait that Kinjabal never let go from his younger years. That trait would be a desire to experience the excitement of life, which is often visualized as thrilling adventures and epic battles. The trait has dulled, as he no longer thinks that the world can provide either adventure or epic battles, but it still resonates within him with enough influence to have him seek some sort of conflict.
Aside from that, he's usually very competent in his personal decisions, and rarely goes against Tribe Leader's proposals and plans. That being said, he is still very arrogant and cocky, boasting about his skill and strength whenever not discussing anything that would affect the tribe as a whole. He's also driven in whatever goal he or his tribe has decided on, and is almost too stubborn to be convinced that certain decisions that have been made are bad.
Other: He tries to hide it, but when a woman tries to flirt with him, he gets really flustered.
Appearance: Despite the picture, it really only shows off his physique, rather than the normal clothes he wears. Casually, he wears large jeans and and a tank top, covered in large coats with large hoods, and inner pockets that hide smaller weapons like his pistol and tomahawk. He also wears boots and fingerless gloves. When hiding among the humans, he's usually avoiding large crowds or anyone that may get close enough to see past the shadows of his coat's hood. To hide his hair, he slicks it back with water before pulling the hood over his head.
Equipment/weapons:
- Barreta 90
- Iron Tomahawk
- Earbuds that are synched to a radio frequency that only the Trolls of Staten Island have access to.
- Knife
History: Kinjabal was born and raised in Manhattan...well, raised the way trolls are raised anyway. His life on its own was always filled with a sense of longing. Like other trolls, he wanted to live out in the world as an equal, but he was raised to believe that humans would treat him and the rest of his kind either as barbarians or even monsters. As a child, he thought that it was foolish of humans to think that way, when most had probably never have seen one for themselves at this day and age. As an adult, he carries a bit of that thought process, only with a better understanding behind the reasoning behind it.
Unlike what most would believe, Kinjabal didn't train all his life to become a warrior. In truth, he's was more a mischief maker. Instead of lifting rocks and boulders and bags of produce and all matter of other idiotic sounding strength "exercises" to become strong, he focused more on annoying and enraging others. He started off by tossing pebbles, then moved on to a slingshot as he got older. By the time he was considered a teenager, he was one of the most skilled marksman in the tribe, and proud to boot.
He joined the ranks on a whim, as mischief had become boring to him back then. Other trolls managed to train and discipline the young Kinjabal, and influence his views on the state of things. He became aware of the general wellbeing of the tribe, and found a responsibility to fulfill their shared dream of living out of the hiding. Though he still have a bit of his mischievous self, his first and foremost thoughts belong to his loyalty to his people.
@Banana
I'll stick with "He/She." You do whatever you're comfortable with. Also, i apologize for the lack of quality in my latest quote. I'm slightly tired.
-_-'
I'll stick with "He/She." You do whatever you're comfortable with. Also, i apologize for the lack of quality in my latest quote. I'm slightly tired.
-_-'
@Banana
"M-Mom!?" said Claire with surprise.
Claire had done a great many things in her existence. Most of which being music or sister-related, but there were other things too. She made friends with mortals. She played those games that Miriam loved to play so much. She deliberately avoided going to the Merged meetings, as at the time she thought that most other Merged were too close to their predecessors in terms of decision-making. She joined a swimming competition. She failed to finish the swimming competition. She was banned from joining Swimming competitions in 25 states of what used to be the U.S., because of a fight she had with the competitors that were saved on phones and sent out across the internet. in any case, this was a first for her, and not the good kind.
The shadow child, despite originally being just an idea of a weapon to combat their enemies, was now sentient. Not only that, she/he called her "mom"...Which meant that the kid was Claire and Xoxi's...Claire and Xoxi's...Claire was internally screaming at the very thought of what was going on, and it didn't help that they were under attack at the moment as well. Yuki would tear her guts out later, maybe even Xoxi's as well. Claire might have broken if not for the fact that Yuki kept telling her to snap out of it.
Claire spoke to the shadow child again.
"Yes, but please go with Yuki and...Xoxi. Make sure that they're safe..."
Claire had to force herself to end her sentence there, as she realized that she had no idea what to call this new shadow.
Clarice and Yuki nodded as Ixox went off to get her own clone.
The two sister clones looked to each other and waited. They had a feeling that if they rushed anything, they'd just speed up the inevitable, and find trouble along the way. Besides, for them it was much easier to absorb their clones one at a time. It would certainly leave one of them vulnerable, and give them much more of an easier time to trick the others, as they'd be able to disguise themselves as their counterparts perfectly after absorbing them.
So for now, they watched as the bandits and Krieg began tearing through the small army. At first it was going swimmingly, but as it went on, it seemed that the abominations were beginning to become more organized mid-battle. It seemed that their leader was finally with them, and making things much more difficult than it was.
"M-Mom!?" said Claire with surprise.
Claire had done a great many things in her existence. Most of which being music or sister-related, but there were other things too. She made friends with mortals. She played those games that Miriam loved to play so much. She deliberately avoided going to the Merged meetings, as at the time she thought that most other Merged were too close to their predecessors in terms of decision-making. She joined a swimming competition. She failed to finish the swimming competition. She was banned from joining Swimming competitions in 25 states of what used to be the U.S., because of a fight she had with the competitors that were saved on phones and sent out across the internet. in any case, this was a first for her, and not the good kind.
The shadow child, despite originally being just an idea of a weapon to combat their enemies, was now sentient. Not only that, she/he called her "mom"...Which meant that the kid was Claire and Xoxi's...Claire and Xoxi's...Claire was internally screaming at the very thought of what was going on, and it didn't help that they were under attack at the moment as well. Yuki would tear her guts out later, maybe even Xoxi's as well. Claire might have broken if not for the fact that Yuki kept telling her to snap out of it.
Claire spoke to the shadow child again.
"Yes, but please go with Yuki and...Xoxi. Make sure that they're safe..."
Claire had to force herself to end her sentence there, as she realized that she had no idea what to call this new shadow.
Meanwhile...
Clarice and Yuki nodded as Ixox went off to get her own clone.
The two sister clones looked to each other and waited. They had a feeling that if they rushed anything, they'd just speed up the inevitable, and find trouble along the way. Besides, for them it was much easier to absorb their clones one at a time. It would certainly leave one of them vulnerable, and give them much more of an easier time to trick the others, as they'd be able to disguise themselves as their counterparts perfectly after absorbing them.
So for now, they watched as the bandits and Krieg began tearing through the small army. At first it was going swimmingly, but as it went on, it seemed that the abominations were beginning to become more organized mid-battle. It seemed that their leader was finally with them, and making things much more difficult than it was.
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