Exactly two weeks for law school entrance exam. :O
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Prepping for the Round Two of applying to law school. Last year, the entrance exam beat me. #TheLawWon
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Currently enjoying both boxing and Kuroko's Basketball.
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Join the roleplayers, they said. It will be a blast, they said.
Now, I am here. Would you like to know more?
The name's Roland, a recent member of the forum. I've mostly played RPs in video game and tabletop form. As you might have guessed, I am a fan of both the Fantasy and the 40k versions of Warhammer, although if you come to ask did Magnus do something wrong, I please advise you to find new material for memes. I enjoy reading fantasy, history and sci-fi. I also like wandering and trekking in the woods and forests, and learning new things and trivia. I was awarded "Mister Trivial" award by my friends, and rarely do they dare to challenge for a game of Trivial Pursuit. I am also a history nerd, which might have some bearing on why I lack any Trivial Pursuit victimsplayers.
I enjoy an ice cold, tar-like dark Lager, among other beverages. Other tastes (or lack thereof) include dark roasted and black coffee with sugar, German Scho-Ka-Kola chocolate and different pastas, especially without shellfish. I tend to torture my friends, school mates and tabletop roleplayers with lame puns and dadjokes. I write fantasy and sci fi worlds into my hard drive, maybe one day utilizing them in Dungeons & Dragons and/or other roleplays.
I probably go to Hell for those lame jokes, who knows.
Trivial knowledge about me:
a) I cried when I saw Avengers: The Endgame at the cinema. I don't think I will tell you why. b) I occasionally attend to pub quizzes and do poorly, because I am the only one in my team. Can't blame anyone else, though. c) One can only wonder what is my favourite Imperial Guard regiment. d) Avery Johnson Jr. is my spirit animal.
Here I have the Not-So-Subtle horror, weird and speculative fiction author character from Maine pretty much ready. You still can't find Wake Springs on maps.
Name: James Daniel Anderson
Age: 27
Occupation: Weird and speculative fiction author, part-time journalist
Description: A man of average height. Black, straight and short hair. A stubble. Build otherwise like a runner: lean, not highly muscular, but otherwise in better than average pedestrian shape.
Interests: History, hiking, running, boxing, the occult and arcane events, folklore, archaeology, jazz.
Fears and Phobias: Drowning, burning to death, number thirteen, blank pages, artillery barrages.
Superstitions: James believes that cats bring bad luck and nightmares if they are near him at nighttime.
Skills: Speaks Swedish and English. Excellent eye-hand coordination for playing darts and throwing other small objects. Keen imagination and curiosity. Boxing, a clear outfighter with long arms and small arms training from the military, mainly rifles, pistols, revolvers and knives. Outdoor survival and navigation.
Intelligence/Sanity: James has been said to be a decently smart man. He has a keen mind and imagination, but he might jump into the more... imaginary conclusions than most. When a hunter sees foot prints and declares they're deer's prints, James might say they're unicorn's, and start formulating a story in his mind.
Backstory:
Born in 1898 on a well-to-do farm near the town of Wake Springs, Maine. Wake Springs is a small town of no great importance, and you would have great trouble find it on regular maps of the day. His parents were a Swedish speaking Finn and an Irish-American woman of local descent. James was named after Joanna's grandfather.
His father, Emil Anderson was a Evangelical Lutheran from a small Ostrobothnian fishing village, while his mother was a Catholic Irish-American Joanna O'Connor. As a child James read voraciously of anything he got his hands on, from farmers' almanacs, newspapers and fairy tale books and adventure novels he loaned from other locals or bought for his parents whenever he could spare a minute from farm work.
His father died at the age of barely thirty-five after his heart failed. Emil had been diagnosed with heart problems a couple years before by a local doctor, but he could ill-afford medical treatments or medication. By his mid-thirties, Emil's farm had suffered from drought, and his financial problems mounted with new loans from local banks and the farm was sold to cover most of the loans. Joanna had worked as a seamstress at a local clothing shop, but after the farm's auction she moved with the now teen-aged James to her aunt's apartment in Brooklyn, New York City. The trio shared a small but cozy apartment.
James did well at school, but never excelled. His teachers often said his mind wandered somewhere else, and he was bullied by other kids for his curious interests and topics. He was mostly introverted and enjoyed his own company, often writing short stories and essays. For example, one of his early characters included a cowboy named Dutch McAllen, the brave and formidable sheriff of County Galloway, Texas. When attending the City College, James wrote serial stories for the students' newspaper. His most popular story was The McAllen's Last Duel at Noon!, which was published in four parts over the autumn semester.
While attending college, James' life took a change. The United States was gearing towards joining the Allies for the European Great War, and many young people were either joining or otherwise being employed by the industry for the war effort. James joined the United States Army and was shipped to Europe in the middle of 1918, taking briefly part in the Hundred Days and Meuse-Argonne campaigns against the Germans during the autumn of 1918. After the Armistice, James was shipped back to the United States and he continued writing new short stories. A tragedy hit him shortly after the Armistice, when his mother died of the Spanish Flu.
Now in his twenties, James created a few new characters, fantastic locales and wondrous beasts and sold his stories to newspapers, short story collections and cheap pulp magazines like The Weird Tales, Oh, the Horror and The Half-A-Dollar Dreadful, earning a decent living. He utilized his war experiences in many stories, like The Tales of the Messengers Cody and Barks and The Mummy Strikes Back!. James has usually added fantastic or horror elements into his stories. He finished bachelor's degree in English by 1921. James also started to work as a part-time journalist, usually writing book reviews and interviews on other authors.
James met Jeremy through a publishing agent. The agent knew that James had an interest for the mysteries, occult happenings and arcane trivia, as he often used those in many stories. Jeremy apparently had knowledge of a lost city hidden somewhere in the world's oceans or something more ancient than Atlantis.
James had heard of similar legends of Atlantis and desert city of Iram o' Pillars during college classes on folklore and ancient mythology. James spent an evening interviewing and chatting with Jeremy, and they shared their addresses for future correspondence. They would exchange letter every few months, until Jeremy vanished and James was sent a letter by his house sitter.
Interested in the case for using it in future stories and finding out what has happened to Jeremy, James has decided to keep a diary on his findings.
@Haydrian Cindel Thanks for the info, I will be editing my sheet today. And I am not sure yet about how James will be connected. I will figure something out.
Occupation: Weird and speculative fiction author, part-time journalist
Description: A man of average height, brown, straight and short hair. Build otherwise like a runner.
Interests: History, hiking, running, boxing, the occult and arcane events, folklore, archaeology, jazz.
Fears and Phobias: Drowning, burning to death, number thirteen, blank pages, artillery barrages.
Superstitions: James believes that cats bring bad luck and nightmares if they are near him at nighttime.
Skills: Speaks Swedish and English. Excellent eye-hand coordination for playing darts and throwing other small objects. Keen imagination and curiosity. Boxing, a clear outfighter with long arms and small arms training from the military, mainly rifles, pistols, revolvers and knives. Outdoor survival and navigation.
Intelligence/Sanity: James has been said to be a decently smart man. He has a keen mind and imagination, but he might jump into the more... imaginary conclusions than most. When a hunter sees foot prints and declares they're deer's prints, James might say they're unicorn's, and start formulating a story in his mind.
Backstory:
Born in 1898 on a well-to-do farm near the town of Wake Springs, Maine. Wake Springs is a small town of no great importance, and you would have great trouble find it on regular maps of the day. His parents were a Swedish speaking Finn and an Irish-American woman of local descent. James was named after Joanna's grandfather.
His father, Emil Anderson was a Evangelical Lutheran from a small Ostrobothnian fishing village, while his mother was a Catholic Irish-American Joanna O'Connor. As a child James read voraciously of anything he got his hands on, from farmers' almanacs, newspapers and fairy tale books and adventure novels he loaned from other locals or bought for his parents whenever he could spare a minute from farm work.
His father died at the age of barely thirty-five after his heart failed. Emil had been diagnosed with heart problems a couple years before by a local doctor, but he could ill-afford medical treatments or medication. By his mid-thirties, Emil's farm had suffered from drought, and his financial problems mounted with new loans from local banks and the farm was sold to cover most of the loans. Joanna had worked as a seamstress at a local clothing shop, but after the farm's auction she moved with the now teen-aged James to her aunt's apartment in Brooklyn, New York City. The trio shared a small but cozy apartment.
James did well at school, but never excelled. His teachers often said his mind wandered somewhere else, and he was bullied by other kids for his curious interests and topics. He was mostly introverted and enjoyed his own company, often writing short stories and essays. For example, one of his early characters included a cowboy named Dutch McAllen, the brave and formidable sheriff of County Galloway, Texas. When attending the City College, James wrote serial stories for the students' newspaper. His most popular story was The McAllen's Last Duel at Noon!, which was published in four parts over the autumn semester.
While attending college, James' life took a change. The United States was gearing towards joining the Allies for the European Great War, and many young people were either joining or otherwise being employed by the industry for the war effort. James joined the United States Army and was shipped to Europe in the middle of 1918, taking briefly part in the Hundred Days and Meuse-Argonne campaigns against the Germans during the autumn of 1918. After the Armistice, James was shipped back to the United States and he continued writing new short stories. A tragedy hit him shortly after the Armistice, when his mother died of the Spanish Flu.
Now in his twenties, James created a few new characters, fantastic locales and wondrous beasts and sold his stories to newspapers, short story collections and cheap pulp magazine, earning a decent living. He utilized his war experiences in many stories, like The Tales of the Messengers Cody and Barks and The Mummy Strikes Back!. James has usually added fantastic or horror elements into his stories. He finished bachelor's degree in English by 1921. James also started to work as a part-time journalist, usually writing book reviews and interviews on other authors.
James met Jeremy through a publishing agent. The agent knew that James had an interest for the mysteries, occult happenings and arcane trivia, as he often used those in many stories. Jeremy, apparently had knowledge of a lost city hidden somewhere in the world's oceans or something. James had heard of similar legends of Atlantis and desert city of Iram o' Pillars during college classes on folklore and ancient mythology. James spent an evening interviewing and chatting with Jeremy, and they shared their addresses for future correspondence. They would exchange letter every few months, until Jeremy vanished and James was sent a letter by his house sitter.
Interested in the case for using it in future stories and finding out what has happened to Jeremy, James has decided to keep a diary on his findings.
Hello, random people of the guild. I would like to create a low fantasy world, but cooperating with someone else. I can become lazy, if I don't have someone else to bounce ideas with. Personally, I like Conan the Barbarian, the Witcher and historical stories, so I'd like to create a low fantasy world with potentially "weird" details. There would be magic, but not in everyday sense.
EDIT: Might also be interested in creating a retrofuturistic sci-fi universe. I was googling some retrofuturistic art the other day, and became a bit interested about the subject.
I have a few easy questions: what video games have you played recently? What games have made a lasting impression on your? If you were a game developer, what kind of "ideal" game you'd strive towards?
Recently, I have played Dark Souls 3, Prey (2017) and Spider-Man on PS4 and World of Tanks on my laptop.
And S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Call of Pripyat, Legend of Grimrock and Prey (2017) have really made a great impression. If I was a game developer, I'd try to create some kind of immersive sim, RPG and FPS cocktail similar to those games.
[center][h3]Join the roleplayers, they said. It will be a blast, they said.[/h3][/center]
[center][h3]Now, I am here. Would you like to know more?[/h3][/center]
The name's Roland, a recent member of the forum. I've mostly played RPs in video game and tabletop form. As you might have guessed, I am a fan of both the Fantasy and the 40k versions of Warhammer, although if you come to ask did Magnus do something wrong, I please advise you to find new material for memes. I enjoy reading fantasy, history and sci-fi. I also like wandering and trekking in the woods and forests, and learning new things and trivia. I was awarded [color=lightcoral]"Mister Trivial"[/color] award by my friends, and rarely do they dare to challenge for a game of [color=lightcoral]Trivial Pursuit[/color]. I am also a history nerd, which might have some bearing on why I lack any [color=lightcoral]Trivial Pursuit[/color] [i][b][s]victims[/s][/b][/i] [i][b]players[/b][/i].
I enjoy an ice cold, tar-like dark Lager, among other beverages. Other tastes (or lack thereof) include dark roasted and black coffee with sugar, German Scho-Ka-Kola chocolate and different pastas, especially without shellfish. I tend to torture my friends, school mates and tabletop roleplayers with lame puns and dadjokes. I write fantasy and sci fi worlds into my hard drive, maybe one day utilizing them in Dungeons & Dragons and/or other roleplays.
[right]I probably go to Hell for those lame jokes, who knows. [/right]
[b]Trivial knowledge about me:[/b]
[b]a)[/b] I cried when I saw Avengers: The Endgame at the cinema. I don't think I will tell you why.
[b]b)[/b] I occasionally attend to pub quizzes and do poorly, because I am the only one in my team. Can't blame anyone else, though.
[b]c)[/b] One can only wonder what is my favourite Imperial Guard regiment.
[b]d)[/b] Avery Johnson Jr. is my spirit animal.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3">Join the roleplayers, they said. It will be a blast, they said.</div></div><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3">Now, I am here. Would you like to know more?</div></div><br><br>The name's Roland, a recent member of the forum. I've mostly played RPs in video game and tabletop form. As you might have guessed, I am a fan of both the Fantasy and the 40k versions of Warhammer, although if you come to ask did Magnus do something wrong, I please advise you to find new material for memes. I enjoy reading fantasy, history and sci-fi. I also like wandering and trekking in the woods and forests, and learning new things and trivia. I was awarded <font color="lightcoral">"Mister Trivial"</font> award by my friends, and rarely do they dare to challenge for a game of <font color="lightcoral">Trivial Pursuit</font>. I am also a history nerd, which might have some bearing on why I lack any <font color="lightcoral">Trivial Pursuit</font> <span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-s">victims</span></span></span> <span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-b">players</span></span>.<br><br>I enjoy an ice cold, tar-like dark Lager, among other beverages. Other tastes (or lack thereof) include dark roasted and black coffee with sugar, German Scho-Ka-Kola chocolate and different pastas, especially without shellfish. I tend to torture my friends, school mates and tabletop roleplayers with lame puns and dadjokes. I write fantasy and sci fi worlds into my hard drive, maybe one day utilizing them in Dungeons & Dragons and/or other roleplays.<br><br><div class="bb-right">I probably go to Hell for those lame jokes, who knows.</div><br><br><span class="bb-b">Trivial knowledge about me:</span><br><br><span class="bb-b">a)</span> I cried when I saw Avengers: The Endgame at the cinema. I don't think I will tell you why. <br><span class="bb-b">b)</span> I occasionally attend to pub quizzes and do poorly, because I am the only one in my team. Can't blame anyone else, though.<br><span class="bb-b">c)</span> One can only wonder what is my favourite Imperial Guard regiment.<br><span class="bb-b">d)</span> Avery Johnson Jr. is my spirit animal.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://img-9gag-fun.9cache.com/photo/aeMG9Mp_700bwp.webp" /></div></div>