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STATUS: Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting? 7 yrs ago
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7 yrs ago
Current Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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8 yrs ago
Pizza is a main course, but is also a pie. Therefore, I can eat pizza as my meal and have another pizza as my dessert.
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8 yrs ago
When I need a left sock, there is none. When I don't need one, there is a surplus. I think the world is toying with me.
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8 yrs ago
Sunny days are meant to be spent in a dark room surfing the net and watching series in netflix.
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8 yrs ago
Eating a stick of butter is not as fun as it sounds to be.
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Bio

I am Searat
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.

My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)

As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.

Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.

Most Recent Posts

In Fallout: Into the Storm → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emil winced slightly as the woman told him that a demon from her past had reared its head to the present. The young man understood how hard it is to avoid things from the past. God knows he'd do anything to make the nightmares go away. Though, no matter how hard he prays that one day he would finally stop reliving his personal hell over and over again, God has yet to answer him. Nodding solemnly, Emil replies to Monika. "You have to admit, the past always has impeccable timing. When we finally think its all over; when we believe we can forget it and move on...the past always comes back to remind you that its not and pulls you back in." He attempts to chuckle, but it comes out cold and bitter. Shaking his head side to side gently. "My mentor, bless his kind soul, upon saving me and nursing me back to health after my escape, offered me a way out of this...life. He states while gesturing vaguely to the open air.

"Gave me two options. One, he told me to let go of my past and move on. Live my life in peace. Or two, he takes me under his wing and become his protege. Well, it's kinda obvious what option I chose, Heh." Emil pauses for a moment. "I always wondered what could have been if I had chosen differently. Emil whispers to himself before letting out a sigh. He didn't mean to ramble, but without context, his next statement would have likely fallen short. I don't regret my decision that day, but it changed me for the worse...I'm just trying to say that you shouldn't let the past drag you down and poison you as it did me. If not for your sake, for your family's."

In The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs → 8 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
@Phantomlink959
Richard offers the Dijin a nod as he lays a hand at the back of the zombie's head. "I apologize deeply that you were forced out of your eternal rest. Find peace yet again." Richard then focuses divine magic throughout his being and a faint pillar of light shines upon him and soon the zombie goes still; as whatever malevolent force controlling it is severed. Standing back up, the rookie agent performs the sign of the cross to where the still body of the zombie laid. "May your rest be undisturbed this time." The young man looks around the area and spots no other shambling figures. He had expected the culprit to have at least risen more than one corpse, he was thankful that it was not the case but it was strange none the less. Richard then looked to Argus. "Strange how expert necromancer would only raise one body...any ideas why, Argus?"
In Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse → 8 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

Roy gently shook his head side to side. It was a fool's errand to convince this orcish woman that the party, or at the very least Roy, had no ill intent against her. "If our actions were little more than a cruel joke to you; then I apologize for the kindness and mercy we have displayed in saving your life." He replied sarcastically, while managing to keep a professional tone. In all his years in service as a righteous defender, the orc woman would be the first to hold them in contempt for helping her. The land was truly wretched beyond what the stories have described. So Wretched, that even a sliver of mercy and kindness was an absurd, foreign, and alien concept. He then observes the orc woman begin traversing the ruins. Roy, takes the rope from his pack and ties and secures it onto his grappling hook. Testing it briefly to see the security of his knot and the stability of the roof the grappling hook latches onto, he uses it to help him traverse the difficult portions of the ruins and pursues the woman through the rooftops.

In Gaia Frontier (5e) → 8 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
@Lucius Cypher

"Thank the Gods that that ordeal is over with." Ethan lets out a relieved sigh as he produces his torch and re-ignites the torch, the canopy above blocked most of the light the moon and the stars produced. He considers himself rather lucky he managed to quietly maneuver out of the mess he was previously in. He was at least safe from the undead, but now he had to face more paranoid and xenophobic villagers that want nothing to do with him. Calmly, Ethan makes his way towards the entrance to the village and presents himself in a non threatening manner. Hoping to whatever God was listening to him that they weren't too jumpy that they would send an arrow to any stranger that got too close to the wall.

He had heard from soldiers that an arrow or bolt to the gut is one of the slowest and most painful ways to leave this world. Ethan had no intent in experiencing the death, so he made his presence clear to whoever could hear him announce his arrival to the village. "I pose no threat to you or this village. I am merely a courier working for Sips in Frontier Town, here to pick up the delivery he had ordered previously."



In Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse → 8 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Does that mean that we have to give what we want to do in OOC for you to decide if we have disadvantage/advantage before we make a post?
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The sight of Jason's cave gave Ed a feeling of safety and relief. The sight of the bones did not. 'God, that skeleton wasn't there when we left...to think there are more of them wandering in the cave or even lurking beneath us.' Ed thought to himself as runs down his spine. He then moves to his improvised sack containing the mana crystals. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that the sack was at the brink of breakage. Probably could be only once or twice more before it happens. Entering the cave made by Jason, he heard Jason tell everyone to get some rest as well as telling him that he ought to eat one of the herbs. "I'll be sure to do that, Jason." Ed offered a weak smile to Jason before heading to the small patch of herbs.

He saw the black herb and dared not touch it, or even go close to the thing. The thing just screamed 'extremely dangerous. do not touch.' He then began to inspect the green plant. The verdant green was a contrast to the dull and dark colors of the surrounding cave. Almost like a faint beacon of hope in the dark. The smell and feeling was nondescript; if anything, the green herb smelled like any other plant. Using one of his fore paws, Ed takes a leaf of the herb and rubs it in his paw, then his lips, then placing the leaf inside of his mouth and chewing it slowly, then finally swallowing the leaf. Waiting how his body reacted to it before proceeding to consume the whole plant. He then heard the sprite talk and Jason response to him. "Oberon, I know things are scary right now...but Jason is right. This place is the safest in the whole cave right now, but if you really do want to go, I can at least help you look for Rain and get you three to the mouth of the cave."





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In Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now) → 8 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
While his lord spoke to the machine man, his gaze was fixed upon the crowd of locals. Karl could feel the uneasy atmosphere as the locals eyed his lord, his retinue, and the lander with greed. Attacking their superiors was something Karl was not expecting the crowd of locals to do, but not held it above them. Taking a quick glance to Drake, he sees the man offer him and Lazarus an overly exaggerated roll of the eyes when the magos asked. He nods to show understanding before looking back at the crowd that was steadily getting more restless by the moment. Most times he would humor his lord with a smile of acknowledgement, but considering his visored sallet, Karl was unsure if Drake could see the serious look he was giving to the crowd.

They then began moving to where the machine man was taking them. The armsmen took position to form a protective box to shield the lord and the others from the crowd of locals. He was positioned at his lord's left side. Maintaining a good distance of 5 feet from his lord, Lazarus and the martian. He cast each individual a hard but analyzing glare as they passed through the parting crowd. For the most part, majority of the locals were smart enough to value their life. Though, sadly, it cannot be said for others present. Karl saw a large and unsavory fellow return his hardened gaze before reaching into his coat. Time seemed to slow as he saw the brute draw out a large stub revolver.

Though before the man could even draw out the gun completely from it's holster, a glint of white flashed briefly as Karl drew his long sword and in an instant the man was relieved of both weapon and arm from the elbow downwards. As the man fell to his knees, screaming his throat raw as his bloodied stump of an arm continued to spill forth copious amounts of his life blood, Karl announced an open threat to any more would be attackers in the crowd unwise enough to act upon the urge. "First and final warning. Let it be known that any weapons brandished against Lord Drake or his retinue, will be met with deadly force." As if do drive the point through, the wounded attacker slumps to the ground with a dull thud, dead from shock, moments after the veteran guardsman finishes his warning.
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ed kept his position beside Jason, doing his best to stay alert and keep an eye on Crispy and the recently freed goblins. The system told him that the his lack of sleep was beginning to have a negative effect on the young dire rat. He was used to performing all nighters for projects, papers, and homeworks but still being able to function properly for his classes and lectures the following day. One missed night of sleep was barely an inconvenience to Ed.

As Crispy suggests that the they send representatives to discuss the terms of the alliance, the young dire rat focuses on the burned goblin and intensifies his gaze upon him by two fold. Observing and analyzing Crispy's posture, facial expressions, even how the other goblins reacted to his proposal; doing his best to understand and absorb all the information his enhanced senses could gather from them. Attempting to assess the sincerity of the burnt goblin's words to the group.



In The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs → 8 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
@Phantomlink959
Richard nods in understanding. The rookie agent then slowly approaches the moving corpse and with a mighty swing from his runed truncheon and a solid thwack. He completely knocks the zombie off it's feet and flat onto the grass. A sizable horizontal depression on it's skull caused by the heavy blow. Quickly placing a knee on the back of the zombie, he restrains it's movements and calls back to his partner. "I got him."
In Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse → 8 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

Roy offered the barbarian an annoyed look. He had only met the man and he had already insulted him numerous times. His callous personality along with the general air of distrust among the party made the musketeer slightly regret his decision to offer his help. Though he held his tongue on voicing out his complaints. Roy was the one who offered his services to the party, it would sully his honor and pride if he admits his irritation. Royal musketeers were disciplined to keep their emotions in check, it would be his unbecoming if he let his emotions get the better of him. Placing the musket back in its proper place on his pack he follows the rest of the party in approaching the figure. There he discovered that the mystery woman was actually an orc. Badly wounded, but no longer in the danger of dying. He hears the outburst of the orcish woman and frowns at her words. "How many more gestures of kindness do my companions have to display? If we had wished you harm you, we would have done so and not waste our time and magics to mend your wounds." He lets out a huff as he sees her stand up shakily, still snarling at them but in a lesser degree. "Trust us or not. Few individuals have the mind or the will to set foot on these accursed lands. Fewer even those who would be willing help some stranger...it would be wise to be more appreciative of these small blessings, madam."

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