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Current Desu before dishonour.
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It's days like today that I truly believe this ADHD is both a blessing AND a curse.
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Hi everyone, I'm Rabidporcupine, and this is pretty much a copy paste of my introduction, because I summed everything up already in there. For those of you who didn't see it, I'm a clear example of what happens when a person lets their degeneracy overtake their humanity. My most well known feature is my encyclopaedic knowledge of anything related to anime, and the fact that its pushed out any knowledge that could actually considered important for my survival. Well, that and the fact that I don't know how to entertain people without ruthlessly insulting myself...

Anyway, now on to the important stuff. I'm new to this site, but I've been taking part in the RP forums over in Nationstates since just after the beginning of the year, when my computer broke and I desperately needed to find something other than Crusader Kings to entertain me. Over there I go by the me of Granis. I tend to enjoy fantasy stuff a lot, but I've found that I honestly seem to enjoy just about everything I join.

Other than that... Well, I'm not sure. I enjoy writing, which I guess is kind of a thing with most people who join RP forums. I use to write a lot more actual story type things, but like I mentioned before, my computer broke. I even wrote a fanfiction, which starts off garbage and doesn't get a whole lot better.

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I'm gonna try to start working on Glasses Boi soon, because this pack of crazies clearly needs a straight man to shout-ask what the hell is happening when the shenanigans spiral out of control.
Hey, haven't gotten much of a chance to read all the lore yet, but I just wanna ask something first. Would there be room for a character who wants to be the best blacksmith in the world and create legendary weapons? Like Excalibur, or Gae Bolg, the kind of weapons that are remembered alongside the heroes who wield them for millennia to come. From what I can see, he probably won't be able to be in both the Blacksmith and Enchanting guilds, but he'd be good at both. Hell, he might not even be in either.

Nick was taken aback for a moment, realizing that he'd definitely made a less than optimal first impression on the woman. However, he only let his surprise show for a moment before recovering, stepping back on to solid ground and getting closer. As he walked, he made himself look calm, letting out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, because if there's anyone who people think of when they think 'throat slicing murderer', it's me!" He laughed, before taking a closer look at the woman's face.

And then, after a few moments of intense study, he jumped back, pointing at her with a shocked expression on his face.

"AH! It's you! You're the scary mercenary lady with the teeth and stuff!" He shouted, before a grin took over his face. "I haven't seen you in ages! Nice to see you're still alive!"

He watched as she spoke to the blur.

"Oh yeah that's... I never actually got a name, so I'm gonna go with Blitz!" He gestured from Blitz to the woman, deciding he might as well try to perform the introductions. "Blitz, Teeth. Don't piss her off, 'cause she'll rip you in half."

Much like she had before, he said that in a way that made it sound like a joke, rather than something he'd actually witnessed happen.

However, he paused when she asked why they were there, before hopping back over to Blitz and whispering to him.

"Yeah, 's actually a pretty good question. Why're we here again?"
Jeremy Lindall blinked awake, the sound of the doorbell easily breaking through the light sleep he'd drifted into. Yawning, he lifted his face out of the puddle of drool that had begun to pool on his desk, sitting in the middle of...

"Ah, shit."

Even though he'd heard the bell, he delayed answering the door in favour of sprinting to the bathroom. Within seconds, he was back in the study, towel in hand, and wiping it over the puddle so the water wouldn't damage any of the machinery scattered just a few centermeters from the edge of it. It wasn't until this task was done that he decided it was safe to leave, turning his attention back to the door.

Stumbling over to the door, he realised how he must've looked. He hadn't shaved for a few days, there were probably bags under his bloodshot eyes, there was sure to be some oil smudges on his forehead or cheek or something and he mayhave still been a little drunk, or at least hungover, from the night before. Add to that his usual lack of social skills, and this was gonna be a hell of a first impression.

After what seemed like ages, he made it to the door, and opened it to see... a girl? A pretty girl too. That was unusual. Pretty much any member of the female gender who wasn't related to him tended to avoid him. Vaguely, he had a tiny inkling that he recognized her somewhere at the back of his mind, so maybe they'd met at some point before.

"Hello?" He said, not quite intending for it to come out as a question, but whatever. "Sorry, my memories kinda shit, but do we know each other?"

Oops, thought I'd already replied to this. I was actually planning to try and put out another post yesterday, but I got distracted. I'll try to get something out at some point today.
Right now? Nervously optimistic. You?
Sounds interesting. I reckon I'll probably be keeping an eye on this.
I have no idea why the picture is so small by the way, the one on the website is actually pretty big.

Edit: Fixed it.
Alright, so I've finally come up with a basic idea for a character, but just wanted to run it by you.

Basically, he was your standard dumb delinquent whose unusually good muscle memory and attention to small details made him great at fighting, but he failed out of or got expelled from a few different high schools, eventually getting kicked out of the house, and wandered around until he eventually got to a shinto shrine. The priest decided to let him stay there for a little while, and after about a month, he started feeling guilty for leeching off the shrine and offered to help out. About five years pass depending on how early into high school he and his family gave up on it, and the now twenty-two year old is actually on the way to becoming a proper shinto priest, although he's still an impulsive fighty idiot with vices-a-plenty. Then he dies through as of yet undetermined circumstances, and gets reincarnated as an Oni, the pinnacle of impulsive, angry hedonists, and shenanigans ensue.
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