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3 yrs ago
Current Done with this site for now. Take care.
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5 yrs ago
Except for 1 or 2 rps and some partners, I'm essentially done with the site. Can only sit down for posts once a week. Hate to make others wait.
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5 yrs ago
Im cutting down on my writing time. Other projects to focus on.
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5 yrs ago
Pointless and garbage respectively.
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5 yrs ago
Want to do a slice of life romance, in the MHA universe. SoL is good with an interesting backdrop.

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I don't know how to make this all stylish yet. I'll figure it out eventually.

In the mean time ahem:

Hello! I am currently writing a script for a fantasy story I plan on animating (Using the program Poser) Rping really helps get my creative muscles flexing and I'm going to be incorporating some character ideas into the RPs I produce with other people. This could include Male or Female. I really try to challenge myself.

I am a huuuuuuuge fan of epic scale narrative, and breathing life into a story is a great passion of mine. Seriously I watch trope talk pod casts and how to write, just to make my script as effective as possible.

I am versatile. I love things with emotion, whether Romance, Grim, Adventure Thriller, or even Comedy. Above all else, I love to entertain. I hope to do so with you.

Discord Shwiggityshwah#6420

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It was going to be an interesting day...

Cilla would not trust this man, in fact most people wouldn't. He could already feel like the breeze had shifted. The wheels of destiny were turning and the world itself would turn on the ex priest. He abandoned his order. The dragons had no obligation to look after this meek little traitor, so of course he was just as vulnerable to bad news as anyone.

Still... Sparrow would not treat this man any differently. He had seen evil. This man was not evil. "Please. Come in. I'll prepare us some tea." He smiled at Cilla happily. He wanted to make sure his friend was no too perturbed. He always showed that face, closed eyes, soft almost fatherly grin through white teeth.

'All will be well.'


A truly maddening sentiment.

He got out of the man's to invite him inside. "I appreciate the friend, though I must correct you on the title. I'm not with the order. They kicked me out when my hair grew too long." He joked. "It looked so nice, I didn't have the heart to cut it down."

He then heard the songbird voice of the woman he had mistakenly stood up. She seemed to come to his aid and defense, much to the glee in his heart. His smile faltered as a hand went to his head, a slight lingering on his brow. "Oh dear. I apologize Axley, no I didn't forget but I was very much delayed." He bowed to her, hands in front, a fist into an open palm fingers pointing upwards. "Please, forgive me. We will leave as soon as I hear what this gentleman has to say."

And the man did not take his invitation instead, offering him the bad news. This was enough to make Snow's smile fade completely. A pause uttered through as adrenaline seized Snow's heart, making his chest tighten. Barrister Fergus was a messenger though. It wasn't his decision or his desire... atleast from what was stated. "Oh... Oh dear." The ex-monk tiled his eyes down for a moment as he attempted to come up with some kind of solution. "A day..." He repeated. It was impossible... he couldn't prepare anything within a day... it was near noon already. "I- I sincerely wish I had received this news earlier." He closed his eyes, muttering a small prayer to himself before he centered, trying to atleast come up with a way, any way he could rectify this.

The ex monk stood with arms at his side. "Very well." He said agreeing to the writ. He looked up though, his eyes stoic, but pleading.
"Master Mac Teague. I have two pregnant girls, four injured men, three infirm, and nine children. I do not wish you to bring the Dark Helms to my door step, but I will need to find somewhere for these people to stay. If you could give me more time, three days is all I ask. Three, and we will leave without any trouble." He bowed his head to him. "Please, Good Sir. I can even bargain myself if need be as payment. I beg of you to ask your masters for just some time." He was a man who forgone pride if it meant ease for others.
@Lmpkio

Wants to help.

Remembers is just bird.... >3<

I can only try to talk things down. Rodan is kinda cute though.


@RestalaanYang

He held his head after she explained she let hers out or more importantly his hair. "Oh thank the gods. I was worried you were going to make me shave it."

"No meat. Got it." That was nearly impossible to his bird of prey mentality. It got him thinking. "A life of detachment. No meat. No undue harm. No hair. We come from such different places. It's wonderful!" He held his cheek as a blush sprung to it. "You're really inspiring Yang, I mean, Sensei. I don't know if I could give up so much. Too many things that I love too much. I'd be a terrible monk." He laughed.

@RestalaanDitzy

He figured it out that he was a boy, and he looked a quick glance at Yang, wondering if he would have to explain himself, but she was out of earshot. He looked back at the bigger hobgoblin, hands and wings going into the air. "You are correct sir." He said, figuring he had a pretty uncanny nose. "I'm down." To the invitation of playing. It might be educational.

@Stern AlgorithmVivian and Sylvia

Ozzy couldn't help but gush really. "Its so inspired! I wonder if maybe it can be updated a little." Wood was fine, but he's seen some really interesting contraptions in his day. "I've seen wheeled chairs before, people put a handle on the wheel to push them. Wonder if it'd be too heavy..." He leaned in closer, inspecting the wheel. Two females and a pot of dirt.

The chipper talk about a bakery snapped him out of it. He listened in, surprised they use their own Nectar. "But doesnt the nectar lead-" And then the explanation. "Ahh, probably a good call." He grinned before Freyr came in and made it a group discussion. Honestly who could resist cookies?

@13orgFreyr

The handshake meant the world to the harpy. "Great to meet you Freyr. I've read about your people, which was like two pages, but what's a book to the real thing am I right? It would be incredible to study them." he chuckled. "If they'd even let me. Thing about being secretive I guess. But the Vieran are technically a civilized culture. My parents are- Sorry I'm babbling, we can talk after dinner if you want."

He was nice enough to compliment the food and Ozzy was getting some waters into cups. "Yeah, Sensei Yangs teaching me to kick good." He stood on one leg and had his hands and wings above his head, a mock pose of some kung fu move.

Another wonderful night to end a rather... unpleasant day. But that was what family was for. And thats what it felt like.




The next day. Just at Dawn.

Yang wakes Ozzy up from his sleeping roll. "MMmm, huh?" He wasn't expecting it to be so early. He ended up outside with a single shirt and some shorts, his owl like legs much easier to see without his baggy and customized boots. He was half asleep and yawning when they began to practice. And by practice it meant run Ozzy into the ground with exercise regimes to work on muscles he never even knew he had.

By the time everyone else woke up, Ozzy was already in the Guild Hall, nearly passed out on a table, his hair and feathers molted and dirt from where he took a few tumbles. "Everything hurts..." He grumbled. The call was made for the jobs for the day and he threw himself up, his body screaming for him to just lie down and die.

He stood reading each plague, his shoulders drooping. From yesterday, he was not in any state to do any fighting. Thats what Yang was training him for. And so he became quite dismayed when most of them had some semblance or risk of danger. His distress ever present. Until... the bottom two.

"Hey, I can identify a mysterious creature. My flying would be a great asset. I'll take Hushabye! I wont let you down today Master Bart!" He said, feeling confident again.
Making a mage monster type.

A neurotic slime girl. Water makes her swell.
A sultry mind flayer. **Shlurp**
A creepy shoggoth. So many tentacles...
A Grim but cute Lich. She tries to be dark, she really tries.
A mischievous Beholder. I see you.

What do you think would be a good addition?


The Sun Always Rises

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Snow always got up before dawn every morning. This was his life. One of ritual. One of repetition everyday. It was an affront to the powers of chaos that he was the stability. It was his own sense of vindictiveness from the war, and reverence. He washed his face, slipped on his white yukata, something he would spend alot of time to stay white, slip on his sandles, take his satchel and live the humble interior of his little church. It was a fifteen minute walk out of the ruins into the nearby country side. There was a few groves and plots that the owners would allow him to occasionally pick fruits and vegetables for in return for blessing their land and honoring harvest gods.

He would always do something first. He would take off his sandles on a lonely hill, remove the creases in his robes and get on his knees He would face the East. He would wait in the darkness, until the first light stretches over creation. The Dawning sun. He'd be there to greet it, he'd be there to bow his head to it. He'd be there to thank it, the Unconquered Sun, and the chosen that had saved his life and freed him from a life of ignorance. He owed the hero that much. He'd do the same at sundown, bowing to it as it crests the mountain, thanking it for its warmth and light, and bid that it rise the next day.

Then, he remove the top of his Yukata. He'd take a wide stance, center himself, and Begin. He needed to practice the forms and katas. The Imperial Ruins have been dangerous lately. He has his congregation to look to him, to protect them. He needed to stay focused, stay loose, call back to his days in the monastary and put effort and focus into every strike, every move and flourish. He would hop on one foot to switch to the other, his arms folding and moving like a cranes wings in flight, before the hands would turn sideways, and he'd stamp his feet, cutting strikes, kicks and punches, emulating the aspects of the five dragons. He felt the pain of his sprained ankle from a few days ago, the pinch of a rotator cuff that needed more time to heal. His age was getting to him, but this was all he had. The people of the Realm.

If he could do this til Lethe takes him, he just might be happy.




He returned to the Ruins his basket filled with peaches, leeks, potatoes, and bushels of raspberry, he walked back to his little church, opening the door to the three dozen or so homeless that called the walls of stone and shakled roof home. He set the basket in the kitchen as a boy with a sick mother showed up. "Could you put this away Brother Lee?" he asked the boy who agreed.

He went to a basin of water and prepared a cloth of water and took a few bottles from a cupboard. He walked up the stairs, seeing an older gentleman with a twisted leg. "Good morning Angron. Good to see you out of bed."

The bearded man smiled at the ex-priest. "Still haven't cut your hair Snow?"

"I'm not with the Order, you know that."

"I know, the ladies like a well groomed man is all. You're not too old to pop out some pups.""

"I have enough children right now thank you." Snow laughed. "But I'll consider it.

Snow went to a room, one of the only private ones available, a prostitute, her eye bandaged, arm broken and all manner of welts lay here, two of her friends waking up nearby. She had been savagely beaten by her pimp for getting pregnant. Maiden's Tea had become quite expensive and many had to go without. Thankfully she had friends who brought her here. "Good morning sisters. How are you today Lilly?" He kneeled next to the hurt girl, looking at him through tearied eyes, another rough night. "Don't give me that look. The medicine can't be that bad." The handsome man smiles happily down at the hurt woman. His face showing constantly that there is nothing to fear, all will be well. Gentleness in his hands he coats a spoon in the medicine and held hers head. "Say ahh."

They all had worries, they all had no where else to go. Snow always tries to keep the doors open. The community called it Sparrow's Solace. Everyone had a roof and a friend at Solace.




Near lunch, after morning prayers.

The bard Axley had given the ex-monk an idea when he complained to her that he wasn't getting rich off of providing a safe place for the penniless, the sick, and the maimed. It was donations, tit for tat, and services that would bring food and clothing, and medicine for those in the Solace. He managed to get his hands on an old Sanxian and he was to meet the talented musician near the center of the 'city'. He hoped to maybe impress one of the merchants, hopefully using Axley's good looks and supreme talent next to his own reputation (And also debatable good looks) to get a few more yen for himself. He hoped, but not even the Dragons could make him a better player over the course of a weak. Still, she was atleast open to the idea, maybe he could play base... well, striking the same chord over and over again. He could do that.

He had the saxian all in tune and ready to go on his back when who would appear, a friend. A friend and a giver. Truly Cilla was always welcome and infact, he enjoyed her company. They'd talk over the items she'd bring, offering stories if he could over the bland tea he could afford. He enjoyed teaching her to read and even offered her books that were donated for her travels, though he figured she was always just going through the ruins getting into trouble. She could always stay but she deserved more than just spending her nights at a half run down piece of masonry. He'd have to see where she was always running off to. "Morning Cilla. Maybe you'd like to-?"

Her words gave him pause. "Trouble?" his smile fainted only slightly as he laid the sanxian down and went for the door, his hands in his sleeves.

He appeared in the door way, confronting a man that the monk was immediately reminded of patrician's clothes. Or maybe a merchant. In any case, it was made of leathers and silks, not cotton or wool and he had cobbled shoes. He looked at the man, before a big smile formed on his face. He bowed his head, his long dark, almost blue hair cascading over a shoulder. "Hello my brother. Welcome to Solace. You may always find rest here, please come in if you need."
Those special quests seem like alot of fun. Or Horizons. Again companion options open, I'd love to go on one with another character.
@PaulHaynek

Are special quests available for anyone?
@Rabidporcupine

My character is an eldritch entity, maybe they know each other. =P
Good to go.


Yang Bethlehem

Her eyebrow rose at Ozzy statement of her passing a girl, to which she glanced to her own body, sighed and patted Ozzy on the head.

"Just give yourself time, I was flat as a board once and many thought I was a boy too. Did I mention that I shaved my head for almost 10 years before this?" Yang rubbed the crown of her head in nostalgia and wondered just how dumb she was, her short hair was a relatively new thing she had. "It took a while until a monster girl challenger realized I wasn't a boy which was hillarious."

"I'll do the soup, it's been awhile since I cooked something from our temple. Clear vegetable soup, I'll try to add some potatoes and milk to thicken it." She hummed on the menu, there was no soya sauce, miso or even seaweed here. So she'll have to make do with what they have.

"I just wish we have rice, I do miss rice," Yang said as she cracked her fingers to prepare everyone a dinner.


He chuckled to himself knowingly. He really should tell her. He really should. But nah! Maybe at their next training session. He tittered to himself while she patted his head. "Maybe I'm a late bloomer." Again, there was something kind of mentor'y about all this. She really looked out for him today, and he was happy he could atleast try to do the same to some small degree. Yang was a true friend, and his eyes twinkled at that realization.

She finished her story "That must have been awkward. I bet you were cute when you looked like a boy too." And then he was back to his chatterbox ways, his harpiness showing. He raised a fist and a wing in the air. "Did you seize the confusion and win the day? And that's another thing - I heard about the whole shaving head thing, why is that?" Just meaningless conversation while they prepared, getting the pans, utensils going to the store room. "Maybe we could mix the meat in. And I'll get the potatoes and, I actually thought I saw rice there from last time." Ozzy left the kitchen, coming back with the slab of beef, and a sack of the left over potatoes.

"No, that was soybeans." He made a mental note to get her some rice. Maybe if the jobs were light, shopping?




The door opened and a swarm of people entered through the door (and hole). Ozzy was searing pieces of chopped steak, a marinade mixed with spices in the air, along with a little smoke... "Hey everyone! Welcome back!" There was a fire underneath the pain that flared up when a little oil sizzled out but he was quick to remove it from the stove top with a little surprised bit. He approached eagerly, but then remembered how embarrassing he was before to Morgan and Titanica, essentially gushing over them and passing out last time. He took a deep breath. They were guildmates, not gods. Well, they were gods... and then there was Vara and Nagare, demons and dragons. They were so all so cool.

He felt a pang of inadequacy. He was just some dumb harpy who tried to play hero today and ended up almost getting Yang hurt, and successfully getting himself hurt. How could he possible compete with those four?

@PaulHaynek
He wiped his hands, shoke out his feathery wings. As he approached, Bart being his usual happy self and Ozzy feeling pretty proud for being to help out for once, cheeks pink, and feathered eye lashes flicking up. Haley was the first to speak up, saying she wasn't too hungry. "You don't know what you're missing." He hinted to the Siren. No Neil though. Strange.

But this broke him out of his funk, there was others in the guild he didn't even speak to properly yet.

@13org Freyr @Restalaan Ditzy
The Viera had exclaimed of getting meat for his hobgoblin friend. His? Viera? Ozzy was once again star struck. Someone like him was like lightening, and he only read a few books about the Viera, so mysterious and secretive. And a hobgoblin, considerably more common but usually they forgo civilization. This one might be another oddity which was GREAT! This was an excellent opportunity.

"Hey there! Welcome to the guild. I don't think we ever met yet." Freyr and Ditsy would be met with the big cheerful inquisitive eyes of a harpy that could pass for human. He extended a hand, his cape/wing following suit and ruffling. "Ozmodius Skyway. My friends call me Ozzy. We have marinated steak and Sensei Yang is preparing potato stew." Cause honestly she was teaching him so why the heck not. "It would be great to have a talk sometime! I'd love to know about where you're from. Culture research is kind of my hobby." He hoped he wasn't being too forward.

@Stern Algorithm Sylvia/Vivian
The lilarune introduce themselves and immediately Ozzy was smitten, not because they were rather spirited and summery scantly clad plant people, but because of the pot and platform that they use for locomotion. "SCRAWWK!" He squawked in amazement. "That is such a good idea! Its so simple and elegant! This was an amazing work of engineering, and would be a fantastic alternative for rooted monsters." Now if only most of them weren't so sedentary.

"Its so great to meet you both! Another intellectual and a proper artist!" To Sylvia. "With you and Morgan, I'm sure any money troubles will be up and solved. Medicine is expensive." To Vivian. "And I can't wait to try your pastries! If you ever need ingredients, I'd be happy to fly to town and get some for you. Maybe we can have it with dinner tomorrow."

His wings fluttered and he bowed his head. "Ozmodius Skyway. Just call me Ozzy. Welcome to the Guild. I hope we get along." he said, completely tickled pink at meeting others in the Guild properly.
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