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    1. Saarebas 12 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current Hey everyone! Trying to get back into the swing of things after a LONG break. Happy to see the site still kicking =)
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8 yrs ago
Just wanted to say sorry to all my RP partners for my disappearance. Things around my unit have gotten ridiculously busy lately and I have had almost no free time. I'm hoping things calm down soon.
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8 yrs ago
Yay I'm finally 21! I can no longer be charged as an adult for being underage!
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8 yrs ago
Ice hockey is basically just people wearing knife shoes fighting each other with long sticks for the last Oreo.
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8 yrs ago
I like just letting people think I'm dumb, it's too much work to open my mouth and prove them right
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Bio

Hello my RPing comrades and welcome to my little slice of the internet, help yourself to a cookie. If you have come here you must want to know a little bit about me, colored me faltered!! Well to start I'm a twenty year old male who has been roleplaying for the past six years, I actually got my start on the original site before it went down if anyone was around for those days. I am currently employed as a LPN for the U.S. Army, which is just another way for saying that I usually have quite the busy schedule yay... My interests are pretty simple; gaming, reading, and of course roleplaying!!

As for my RPing skills I usually try to keep to the casual section for RPs, though I have dipped my toes into the advanced sections from time to time, so I usually try to shoot up two to three good paragraphs per post. Interest wise I am a sucker for anything fantasy or superhero based, what can I say dungeons and spandex excite me XD I love a simple slice of life RP too, helps with a change of pace. I normally play male characters, I just feel that I am able to write for them better than a female character. I love talking in the OOC, almost a bit too much so if I am chatting your ear off please tell me to shut my trap, trust me I really need to from time to time.

Oh and please if you want to send me a PM feel more than free to, I love meeting new people, and I only bite half of the time =D

List O Interests:

Fallout
Elder Scrolls
Bioshock
Marvel Universe
DC Universe
My Hero Academia
Percy Jackson
Harry Potter
The Wolf Among Us/Fables
Star Wars
Borderlands
Overwatch
Mass Effect
Oh and of course...
DRAGON AGE!!!


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"When you gaze into the abyss it gazes back into you." Name Cerin Nocturne Alias Abyss Age 17 Gender Male Skills Multilingual- Cerin is a polyglot, being fluent is several languages including many long thought dead ones. Intense Meditation- Cerin is able to sit in complete silence for hours upon hours in meditation with out breaking concentration Arcane Knowledge- Cerin has a in depth understanding in most things involving magical arts, be it from holy magics to necromancy Powers Nihilikinesis a.k.a Nothingness/Void Manipulation- Cerin has the unnatural ability to call upon the magical energy of the void, a quasi-sentient realm of complete and utter nothingness that has existed since before the beginning of creation. With this connection to the void Cerin is able to effect his own personal existence and to an extent the existence of others. He is able to bend his own existence in a few ways, for example he is able to partially remove himself from existence causing himself to become both invisible and intangible for a period of time. He can remove the distance between himself and a location he wishes to go from existence, to everyone else it just appears that he teleported, though he can only do this with reasonably short distances. He is able to surround his hands with void energy which has the ability to cut through nearly anything by removing a portion of it from existence, it appears as semi solid semi gaseous claws a little bit larger than Cerin's hands. He has even been able to remove any memory of himself from the minds of the weaker willed, though he hasn't been able to effect their other memories. His powers are still growing as he strengthens his connection to the void. Nonexistent Physiology- Cerin's unique physiology makes him more durable than the average human, being able to withstand much more punishment and endure what many would consider fatal conditions such as extreme heat or cold, poisons gases, extreme pressure, complete darkness, etc. He also does not seem to have the need to eat, drink, or sleep though he does spend many hours meditating. Equipment Enchanted Satchel- A satchel that has been imbued with a special magic that allows it to store a whole room's worth of items, but still be able to be carried like any other bag. Assortment of Ancient tomes- Cerin owns a wide variety of books on countless topics, mort of which involving the Arcane. The majority of them are kept in his room, but he does keep a few stashed in his satchel. Collection of Occult Artifacts- Cerin has come into the ownership of a unique collection of mystic artifacts, from shaman talismans to sacrificial daggers though many of these items hold no true practical use to him he still keeps them stored in his room or satchel. Personality Cold, quiet, emotionless, studious, distant are all worlds people have used to describe Cerin. On the surface he appears to be just another teenager that just doesn't care enough about anything to show it. He normally keeps to himself, speaking only when he deems it truly necessary, even in class he won't speak until prodded by the instructor repeatedly. He has of yet to make an effort to reach out to any of his fellow class mates, spending most of his off hours locked in his dorm. The considerably "normal" activities that go on at the academy, such as friends hanging out, dances, and even relationships, seem to have no interest to Cerin, though a better way to describe it is that they confuse him. He doesn't quite grasp social norms like friendships or romantic relationships, he can recognize what they are when he sees one but he doesn't really knows how to interact with one personally. Cerin has a secert love for the arts, ranging from painting to cooking and everything in between though he would be hard pressed to admit it. When it comes to morality for Cerin it isn't about what is right, but what is right now. This meaning if stopping a bank robber just so happens to keep people from being hurt than that is a bonus, but if a bus full of citizens is dangling over a ledge and a target is getting away Cerin will chose to capture the target. History Cerin's beginnings were less than traditional, like many of the academy's students. He was the result of a dark ritual preformed by the leader of an ages old cult known as the "Children of The Void", as their name suggests they worship the realm known as the Void. The leader of this cult, Dracel Nocturne, used dark magic to tap into the Void in the hopes of physically crossing over, but the result was a small portion of Void energy being released and binding with Dracel. The failed ritual injured Dracel, but also had a unintended side effect on her in the form of a pregnancy. Her failure had conceived a literal child of the void and Dracel couldn't of been happier. She and the rest of the Children of The Void prepared for the birth of the child as if it was the most important thing in the world, a celebration was even held during the birth. The child, a boy named Cerin, was quickly inducted into the cult and all of it's teachings. He was trained all of his childhood in the dark arts of magic and was expected to one day lead the cult into greatness, but when he reached the age of fifteen something in him simply clicked and he couldn't stand the greed for power the cult had. He escaped into the night, taking many of the cult's artifacts with him, and set out to wander with no true goal in mind. He spent two years fending for himself before he managed to catch the attention of the H.I.V.E academy. He took the offer as he saw it as a way to sculpt his own path in life, even if he didn't know where it would lead. Appearance Cerin has a rather lanky frame, standing at 6'3 and not having a lot of weight on him. Both his skin and hair is a stark white color, reviling the color of snow. His hair is long and messy, he usually keeps it tied back in a loose ponytail that reached down between his shoulder blades. His eyes are a eerie purple color and are known to glow. His expression is usual a disinterested one, though half of his face is normally covered. He normally wears a black, slightly tattered, hooded cloak over a black greatcoat with purple trim, its collar covers the bottom half of Cerin's face, a pair of black dress pants and black leather dress shoes as well as a set of black gloves. Other H.I.V.E five
In Animal Army 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Zain laughs again and sits forward. **"Because I was treated to a back rub and tiddlywinks last night. Besides I'm not the one who was ready *'pounce'* last night."**
*"...and they lived happily ever after. That is still one of my favorite stories, but oh my look at the time. I suppose it is time for me to get going, but don't fret dearies I'll be back the same time next week for more story times. Bye bye for now babies."* The sweet and soft voice of a older, southern woman said. The voice came from a small television set that was sat in a store window, a price tag for fifty dollars was stuck to the top right side of the T.V.'s screen. The T.V. showed an animated black woman, who looked old enough to be someone's grandmother, seated in a wooden rocking chair which was placed near a roaring fireplace. As the screen changed to a random commercial about rash ointment the young man that was sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk in front of the store window sprang up with a cheer. **"Bye bye Mama Melody!"** He said with a huge grin on his face. The young man, more of a teen than man, began to stretch his lanky frame, loud sickening cracking sounds escaping his body. After that he looked around... er or rather just turned his head in the same motion someone would do if they were looking around as the teen's eyes were tightly wrapped around his eyes preventing any form of sight. **What should this one do now?"** He asked himself aloud as he scratched his head, causing a water fall of crimson hair to fall over his face. With a shrug the teen began to walk down the street aimlessly with a huge smile on his face and humming a simple tune, walking pass a bar by the name of *The Tortuga*. To anyone else the teen would appear to be like any other homeless teen, but to a select few... he was basically the same thing just they knew him as the pain in the neck of a vampire Cheshire.
Maybe move the training session along? I could have Korand'r take down the Grundy bot if you want.
![](http://i.imgur.com/dTw4q66.jpg?3 "enter image title here") ["Let Me Tell You A Story."](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U) **Name** Cheshire, Ches, The Storyteller, The Crazy Blind Bum Down The Street **Age** Looks 17, 4253 **Appearance** Ches has a lanky frame, standing 6'4 and is practically skin and bones. He has long, messy blood red hair that hangs down to the small of his back and usually has a few twigs, leafs, and other scarps of garbage in it. His skin is incredibly pale, as if he never goes out during the day, and is usually caked with the city's filth. He wears a ratty black T-shirt with it's sleeves ripped off, tattered black skinny jeans, and a old leather jacket that he keeps tied around his waist, all of which he most likely dug out of a dumbster. You would never catch him wearing shoes and it shows as his feet are covered in the thickest layer of grime and muck you could possibly imagine. He has a long necklace of what you could assume are prayer beads that he keeps around his neck. He keeps a old cloth wrapped around his eyes nearly constantly, leading most to assume he is blind. Though only a hand full of people who are alive, or rather undead, can say they have seen the odysseys that are Ches' eyes. [They are a brilliant royal purple that give off a faint glow. What is even more remarkable about them though is that the irises appear to be clocks. They are constantly in moving wither moving forward or backwards, fast or slow. Though there are times when they stop moving altogether and those are the times Ches is seemingly the most serious, or worried is a better word for it.](http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img834/5070/eye162798736224.jpg) **Bio** "Oooohhhh goody goody story time! Once upon a time their was a young boy, sadly no one remembers his name because it was soooo long ago... Anywho! This boy lived in a beautiful land, with a ocean of golden sand that stretched as far the eye could see and beyond. The boy spent his days frolicking in the sun with other children like him. They would skip stones across the great river that snaked its way across the land, race each other over dunes of golden sand, and marvel at the great constructions that were made to house the bones of the decedents of the gods. But what the boy treasured the most was the stories he and his friends would tell, some true others they imagined. Sadly the boy's merriment ended as the sun set, for his father was a twisted man. He loved his son in a naughty way, not the way a man should love his child but the way a man would love a woman. The boy would cry and beg for his father to stop, but alas his pleas fell on deaf ears. The poor boy's woes went on for years until he met her while he was weeping after suffering his father's 'love'. She was a raven haired beauty with skin like fresh cream. The boy reviled his sorrows to the woman who listened to every word without wavering interest. With a sympathizing heart the woman made the boy a offer, she would take away his pain and in return he would become her servant. The boy, longing for a end of his father's torment, hungrily agreed. With his approval the woman placed a kiss upon the boy's neck that both ended and started his life. The story becomes... fuzzy after that. There was another bite, a scream, the father's eyes loosing their light, and a smirk on the boy's red smeared face... After the fuzziness though I do remember that the boy started to travel with the woman. They wandered all over the boy's beautiful land, meeting hundreds of different people with hundreds of different stories. Though he was her slave the boy was happy with the woman, she was the guide the boy's father failed to be. The woman taught the boy about what he now was, both more and less than human. She taught him how to walk among people as if he was still of their ilk. She even taught him how to place the same kiss she placed upon him onto others. For the teachings the woman had the boy help her do things to the people they met... naughty things... things that made them cry... things that made their red pour out... things- OW!... Sorry the fuzzy bits can hurt sometime. Anyways back to the story! As the two wandered and the hands of time changed the world around them the boy noticed he and woman did not, they were forever frozen as who they were the night he met the woman. The boy paid this little mind as he was content to spend eternity with this woman just as they were, servant and master. Sadly though like many other joyful chapters in this world this one had to come to a end, though this one's conclusion was particularly bloody. For it was during the fall of the boy's beloved land's empire, it was being over run by the decedents of the sons of the great mother wolf. The woman that had saved the boy was taken away from him by the blade of those **BASTARDS**... Sorry... The story gets fuzzy again after that. Screams being cut short, bones crunching, flesh rending, so much red spilling, so much anger, so much hate... so much lost... Th... The boy... he was alone... he was lost... he was scared. The world kept changing around him, but he didn't... He had no one help him through the confusing maze of mayhem he had been casted into... until he met Morven. She was like the boy, appeared to be a child but was much more. She took a pity on the boy, she explained to him how she was once in such a place of darkness and confusion. She helped the boy get to a better place... To finally change... The boy who once suffered at the hands of his father, that blindly followed a woman across the golden sands, that fought so hard to keep the things the way they once were that he kil... OW! Sorry, the fuzzy bit hurt me again... Anyway that boy who never thought he would change, well changed. He was gone, his name forgotten, along with his life times of woes. And in his place someone else rose. Someone who wouldn't allow himself to be hurt by others, someone who wouldn't fallow blindly, some one who wouldn't do all the bad things that happen in the fuzzy bits... Someone who simply wanted to smile and make others smile with his stories. Someone like Cheshire." **Personality** Eccentric is a good word to use when trying to describe Ches, though most of the other vampires in the city would prefer to use the word Crazy-Homeless-Bastard. Ches is the very definition of the word whimsy. His spontaneous nature has made him quite the nuisance to the city's vampire. He has been known to hold arguments with inanimate objects, randomly appear out of no where, change the topic mid conversation, and even disappear with out a trace. Ches is pretty childish and innocent, especially when considering that he is a rather ancient vampire. He doesn't comprehend anything like a normal person would, he observes everything with a layer of awe much like a child. He is bizarrely upbeat, he is rarely seen without a grin on his face. But the moments that he is upset is easily the oddest sight one can say they seen, for Ches will throw a complete and total hissy fit in broad day light until someone tries to comfort him. He is either unable or just simply unwilling to speak in straight forward sentences, everything he says is either twisted or a riddle. Ches has a strong love, though obsession would be a better word, for stories and will tell or listen to one when ever he gets the chance. Ches is strongly against violence, as he puts it "Boo boos make bad stories." Though most of the other vampires in the city wouldn't know this, and no one could blame them for not observing this, but Ches is incredible insightful and wise. Under his immature exterior Ches has a sharp and rather remarkable mind, though no one seems to have the patience to get passed his layer of crazy to realize this. The only vampire in the city that doesn't just tolerate him is Morven, the two seem to have formed a friendship. **What family do you belong to** None, neither house really desires his presence **Power** *Teleportation-* Ches is able to teleport himself and what/whoever he is in contact with. It takes him a second to catch his breath before he can teleport again. **Side** *"Oh I do love humans, their stories are much sweeter than ours as they don't last nearly as long."* **Weapon** *"Why would I want one of those?! I could squish my squishy bits!!"* **Other** Ches carries around a black acoustic guitar, which he plays incredibly well, that looks like he could never afford it Ches is multilingual, though he makes just as little sense in other languages as he does in English Ches spends every Saturday morning glued to whatever T.V he can find to watch his favorite cartoon, *Story Time With Mama Melody*. Ches has a taste for sewer rat, it being his favorite form of blood Ches is shockingly good at cards, chest, checkers, and other games of the sort Ches lives in a large hobo camp that is set up in the city's old subway system Ches is unnaturally quick and nimble, even for a vampire, which helps him out when it comes to avoiding the wrath of other vampires
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In Animal Army 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Zain laughed, though he winced slightly from the movement. **"Oh I love you too Puss."** He said as he laid back in his chair. **"I don't care where you stick me doc, just make sure you give me something to sit my perfect boney ass in."**
Okay so we have Scarlet, Brighteyes, Miss Winters, Flood, Wave, Dizzy, Ultron, Tidus, Makarov, Hagroden, and Templar. Did I miss anyone. Speak now or watch your character be stripped from the original post. *dramatic music*
It has to do with their power, mind if we talk about this in the PMs?
Great! Now just to make sure you are the GM right, because I want to talk about my character idea before I actually use it.
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