Avatar of Pathei Mathos
  • Last Seen: 0-24 hrs ago
  • Old Guild Username: A Tattooed Girl
  • Joined: 12 yrs ago
  • Posts: 1406 (0.31 / day)
  • VMs: 2
  • Username history
    1. Pathei Mathos 1 yr ago
    2. █████████████ 2 yrs ago
    3. ██████ 2 yrs ago
    4. ██████████████ 2 yrs ago
    5. ███████████ 3 yrs ago
    6. ███████████ 4 yrs ago
    7. ███████████ 4 yrs ago
    8. ███████████ 4 yrs ago
    9. ███████████ 5 yrs ago
    10. ████ 7 yrs ago
    11. ███████████████ 12 yrs ago
  • Latest 10 profile visitors:

Status

Recent Statuses

29 days ago
Do not let loneliness make you forget your chains. Allowing someone back into your life who disrespected you is a disrespect to the old you who suffered.. remember that.
12 likes
10 mos ago
MY GIRLFRIEND IS CANCER FREE AND I GET TO START MY TESTOSTERONE!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! 🗣️🥰💚🖤
11 likes
2 yrs ago
I hope when Death finally comes that it feels like it used to when dad used to carry me inside after falling asleep in the truck.
5 likes
2 yrs ago
If the gods didn't want me to commit fatherless behavior, they should have given my mother better taste in men.
7 likes

Bio

˗ˏˋ𔘓ˎˊ˗ 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒲𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝐸𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 ˗ˏˋ𔘓ˎˊ˗
@Sadie

Most Recent Posts

мcĸenna avery ĸnowleѕ


Interacting With ☬ @TalijaKey's Fabbro@Klaykid Arnaud@Pilatus's Cole


"Have any idea where we are?"

'Somewhere in China,' she thought sarcastically to herself. Guy didn't seem like he'd be much help on any of this that they were about to face. The young girl from before had fallen silent, and Knowles started to wonder if she was okay. She had a lot of blood on her, but hadn't heard whether it was hers or her neighbor's. Knowles was suddenly surprised by the guy before her that she was helping as he began to speak in full sentences. 'That's a good sign,' she thought. Pulling her torn up shirt back over her head to cover herself back up, slipping her sweatshirt and jacket as well to get warm again. It was quite chilly throughout the cabin, now.

"I hope we are still on planet earth in 21th century and in the right universum, if so we are most likely somewhere in Tibet."

... he was right. From where they'd taken off, to how far they'd traveled, they would have crash landed somewhere in the very wilderness he spoke of.

"Does anyone know if this plane has," his hesitation told Knowles he probably hadn't watched many movies of crash landings, or actually been in one before, for the matter. Or maybe he was just still shaken up from the whole incident, she couldn't tell, "-an S.O.S. beacon, or something?"

Almost immediately following his question, a semi-familiar voice sprang up. The pilot. “We’re about two-hundred miles west of Lhasa.” He stepped through the wreck, looking towards the lot that were barely conscious themselves. He didn't look so good but somehow seemed to look quite a bit better than the rest. “Our transponder and GPS are still active, but will only last as long as the batteries allow." The pilot continued, answering all of our questions almost at once. "We need to get everyone out of this aircraft as soon as possible until my first officer and I can check it over... And whatever you do," he seemed to pause as if they were standing there doing a movie shoot. Dramatic effect. "Do not smoke around this aircraft." As much as Knowles kind of wanted to smack him for the Captain Obvious demand he had, she couldn't really argue. Some people just didn't have common sense these days.

Knowles huffed a slight laugh and rolled her eyes, turning back to the guy she'd helped to tenderly touch the top of his head before she moved on to find her belongings in the mess surrounding where she had been sitting. Coyote sat in the middle of the isle, sitting nearly right on top of her duffle bag. But where was her carry-on? Knowles grit her teeth rather frustratingly, picking things up and tossing them out of her way, even gently moving a couple of the deceased to see if they hadn't fallen on top of her back. Struggling to move a fairly heavy-set gentleman out of her way, to her luck, there it was. Although smeared with blood, Knowles ignored the fact and reached into the back concealed pouch to retrieve her Beretta. Pulling up the back of her shirt, Knowles stuffed the handgun into the waistband of her jeans, covering it back up as she snatched her duffle bag up to wander back over towards the shy guy. She'd managed to carry both her carry-on and duffle bag with ease, knowing at some point she'd have to get into the duffle bag to get rid of some excess weight. Reaching the guy, she grabbed a hold of the bag he'd been eyeing above his seat before, holding it out towards him. "As the captain said, we need to leave. Grab whatever you need." Looking back at the other man, she called over the loud noise of both the wind and what sounded like a fire somewhere on the plane. "You heard the man, let's go!" Knowles looked over at Coyote and whistled, "Git!" Coyote bolted out of the plane without hesitation, causing Kenna to grin a little bit.
Bump
нogwarтѕ: a new age ιn wιтcнcraғт and wιzardry
wнere one rιѕeѕ, anoтнer ғallѕ

Role play between @Thespian and I through PM messages.









I was a part of this role play a while back that had a Pokemon RP based on events similar to The Holocaust No, we're not RPing THE holocaust but located in the States. Yes, the states. Not Germany. Not regions. The U.S. of A. I want to bring this idea back. I really liked it when I first read the plot (which I will rewrite my own way, but along the same lines) that DarthSeverus394 created.

The role play before only lasted 3 pages. I want this one to last till the very end. If you don't feel you are sure about sticking around until then, please do not apply. I ask this in the nicest way possible. Trust me, I get it. Sometimes the plot gets lost, plans go astray, and sometimes plots just aren't that fun to follow, anyway. It's okay.


If you'd be interested in a role play about pokemon and their trainers fighting in a rebellion, go ahead and reply to this thread. It'd be great having you. :] Here's to the beginning of a great story!
Alright. Been way longer than I wanted, and should have realized Blue hadn't responded yet sooner.. I'm real sorry. I will for sure be posting tonight, guys.
bloop!
Finally got around to fixing my accidental post.
Late reply, I'm really sorry guys. Been busy with a lot, these past few days.. it just dawned on me as I was about to post, though.. @Azaria Blue, are you still with us?
Group One:
Aria Delaney. Oberon Grimbald. Ebony Washinton. Clyde Lee. Thomas Jones. Jacob McKinnon.


I see what you did there




I meant to put this here, and accidentally posted IC. xc I will get a post up tomorrow morning just to give that post in the IC an excuse to be there >. < I'm sorry v__v

EDIT:

@MissCapnCrunch you read my mind. I just barely read your post x) thank you!!
arιa delaney



oυтғιт
locaтιon:
Homeroom
ιnтeracтιonѕ:
No One


No matter how much Aria pleaded with Mrs. Wayne during lunch to let her switch into a different group, the teacher wouldn't budge on her decision. It was final. The day had passed too quickly and before Aria knew it, she was back in homeroom sitting in her seat near the far back-right of the class. Once the bell rang, Aria listened intently to what Mrs. Wayne had to say before releasing them to their own devices. Aria took out the homework folder from her backpack and brought out the science half of it, starting on the packet that had been given in second block. She needed something to distract herself, and Aria still wasn't too sure how the teacher would feel if she brought her iPod out to drown out her surroundings. Instead, she sat with her head ducked down with a slight hunch in her back, hovering over her paper with her hair draped to the side, flowing over the side of her desk. Since she didn't want to risk getting her iPod taken, Aria took it upon herself to be her own DJ, singing Thinking Out Loud in a quiet whisper as she did her homework.






qυιnтen rυмanceĸ



oυтғιт
locaтιon:
Homeroom
ιnтeracтιonѕ:
Lily, Caleb & Jacob @smarty0114


Quinten sat quietly in his seat near the front where he'd been placed. He half wondered if his mom had requested him to be seated up front a ways away from Caleb like she'd done back in middle school, cause she knew he was a talker. The kind of talker that got in trouble for never shutting up in class, who also tended to string his friend Caleb along with him. Sighing softly to himself, Quinten reached down and unclamped his guitar case, taking it out as he stands up from his seat and wanders towards the back of the class. Passing by Aria, he could hear her singing softly to herself and it both made him smile and gave him an idea. Sitting down near Caleb, Jacob and Lily, Quinten slumped down against the back wall with his guitar in his lap. Gently stroking the strings a couple times, Quinten stops to tune his guitar before continuing to play Thinking Out Loud with his acoustic, giving a friendly smile to Aria who had turned to look back at him before smiling back as she returned to her homework. As Quinten kept playing, he looked up at the three of his friends and asked softly, "So, you guys excited to make some volcanoes?" He couldn't contain the chuckle that soon followed his question.

© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet