Prepare for the holly jolly impact, boys. Grab your stockings and pull because christmas is immanent!
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Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.
Fandoms: Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.
Personality: Ambiguously ?????????????????.
Favorite Homestuck characters: In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.
Hate kanaya and Jade.
My Homestuck class: Bard of Void
Likes: Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.
Dislike: Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.
Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.
Honestly, I always have to remind myself that it's not Acorn every time I read it
Same, brother. I must be watching too much sponge bob or something, because. I, motherfucking. keep getting flash backs of sandy running around, doing crazy shit whenever I read acorn and running up rooftops.
Oh, you know. motherfucking. got to mold it a few hours a day or otherwise it melts like a clinical depressiants will to live. I mean, that's pretty large and all that jelly. What about you, my wicked code crawler, how are you?
@RedDusk Pffft, I am a lone wolf. Don't need to interact with no one. Actually I have most of this post planned, I want to showcase more of who Acron is as a person while heading up the my steward.
It's all, cool. My, motherfucking. word marauder. If you wanna slap the shit in character. Just let me know when you feel like it, brother.
Ah, motherfucking. Thanks for the feeling fondle, my fellow paper cutter. I was, like. Having all the mud in my works trying to write. Because, my heart was deciding it to sink like a boat made of rocks and failed diet planners. But you know. When you don't force it and just let it exit your fingers like ants out of a mole hill.
Shit, sister. I was having a harder time posting, a hermit with a motherfucking. illiteracy problem. I tried to like, put my crap in a hider because I thought. It would be easier to have all of our posts labeled and hidden. So we can track and slide down the page easier. But I spent like, 20 minutes trying to figure out what bit of wayward number was playing spy that never lived.
Shit. I just, motherfucking. fixed it. Turnes out my chocolate had metled.
Shit, sister. I was having a harder time posting, a hermit with a motherfucking. illiteracy problem. I tried to like, put my crap in a hider because I thought. It would be easier to have all of our posts labeled and hidden. So we can track and slide down the page easier. But I spent like, 20 minutes trying to figure out what bit of wayward number was playing spy that never lived.
Prime District|| Interacting With The Stewardess ||
The sounds of water swaying over the horizon joined the march of the new day, city life had thoroughly implanted itself in every crevice that Balith could inspect as he marched up the steep, chalk roads and white marble pavements that embroidered the pathways of the Prime District. The city, as it were was a classic case of organized chaos, people rarely used the crossings and without regard wandered over roads. Queues formed at unlikely areas and crowds lingered with no care for diffusion of space. Yet, things function at they were meant to. Everyone did their job, even the jobless that occasionally wandered like stray cats in muddy prints fit their role. Making sure to move out of the way of the respective suits, with nothing left. They still had that direction.
"He must be going to the work house" He proposed to himself, Balith face frowned although if it was concern, fear or anger. Even he couldn't tell.
The Ticketeer stuck out in the crowd with his felt green uniform, being blank from top to bottom and tight at the wrist and shin. Leaving a small gap for his mud brown cotton socks and, standard, oaken shaded shoes. A duck mouthed hat of matching manner sat on his head. Misplaced colors indicating torn off badges and symbols that used to be there. This all while standing admits a murder of students whom had spread over the place like pigeons scouring for scraps, every care taken to slide around them like oil passing through the guts of clock work as he spotted the Steward awaiting his arrival.
"Hello...he-" he was cut off, looking down at a one of the younger girls whom tugged his arm.
"Excuse me, Officer. I'm worried. Am I in the right place, I just went here because everyone else did" She was timid, but at her question several other students looked at him. A couple realizing they have done the same.
"It's fine" Balith replied. His eyes folding up into a curved smile. Cuddled by the olive cheeks as they lifted up at her. "Someone will be here soon enough. Every one does their suits job here and if you do the same. You won't be lost."he said with a nod before being released from her tug as he walked towards his steward.
"Are you the one in charge of processing?"
Treasures: Inventory: Thematic Items:
Identification.
A suitcase with 233 different types of stamps in historical order.
A single lemon marble sweet that he forgot to take out of his case.
Shit, my kindred. I just updated my sheet for the ye old, motherfucking. talking times you all had with my ink squid.
I'll, motherfucking. post a bit later. I'm a little tired and out of it, like. I'm out of it than a wrestler who didn't have the rules explained to him and decided to look for a toilet after getting in the ring.
Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.
[b]Fandoms:[/b] Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.
[b]
Personality:[/b] Ambiguously ?????????????????.
[b]
Favorite Homestuck characters:[/b] In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.
Hate kanaya and Jade.
[b]My Homestuck class:[/b] Bard of Void
[b]Likes:[/b] Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.
[b]Dislike:[/b] Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.
[i]Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><br>Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Fandoms:</span> Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Personality:</span> Ambiguously ?????????????????.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Favorite Homestuck characters:</span> In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.<br><br>Hate kanaya and Jade.<br><br><span class="bb-b">My Homestuck class:</span> Bard of Void<br><br><span class="bb-b">Likes:</span> Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Dislike:</span> Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit. <br><br><span class="bb-i">Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.</span><br><br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/157737-deus-duet-my-digital-dorritos-so-hop-on-in-and-take-a-swing-18-reworke/ooc#post-4100467">my 1 x 1 IC</a><br></div>
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