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Male, 33 years old. (I'm even more dead than before.)

Likes (other than writing and roleplaying): I'm into all genres of music. I love to cook. I love the outdoors, and walking through the park near my house. (Yes, really.) I read a lot of thriller/mystery novels. And I usually watch seasonal anime. (Or cooking shows. Because Western Media provides even fewer things that are worth watching.)

But as for my many other neglected hobbies, I've played basically every sport. (Soccer and Bowling being my favorite of the bunch.) And I'm trying to play more video games. (Going through my never-ending Steam library.) Plus, I've dabbled in making electronic & metal music, and I used to play a number of instruments. (Guitar, French Horn, etc.)

My 1X1 Interest Check: SleepingSilence's Tavern (Want 1x1 RP's? Please come in.)


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Bastian turned, consciously forgetting everything he left behind. Relieved that Elizabeth hadn't witnessed what happened, relaxing his clenched paws. Heading back outside through the door and walking up toward her. The warmth of the fire crackling from the fireplace reminding him, that he had left her out in the cold weather for far too long. Stepping down then without warning sweeping her off of her feet. Holding her close to his chest, still radiating heat from his thick fur, dashing forward toward the stables. His ears picking up sounds of parading metal clashing footsteps, soldiers approaching where they had departed...

* * *

They had arrived to the stables, nobody was around besides someone different than the usual assistant that he hadn't recognized, wearing typical stable boy attire, with a distinguished scar across his right cheek and just above his left eye, attentively watching over a couple horses. However his wagon and horse had disappeared from sight. Bastian quickly approached the man.

“After the many times I've been to these stables, I can't remember seeing the man that actually lived in the stable house...” Bastian recalled.

“Your horse is safe and sound.” The man assured with a heavy accent, clearly not speaking his first language. “Do you have the pass?” Bastian nodded in response, revealing the pass. Heading over to one of the barrels of hay where Bastian had previously chased away those men. Shoving the barrel forward, Bastian hearing a subtle click, witnessed the piece of floor behind the adjacent barrel opening, revealing the path of stairs that seemed to stretch out a great distance. He blinked only coming to a stark realization, glancing back the assistant who had a sinister smirk.

“Please, watch your step Bastian.” He said nonchalantly. Bringing a chill down Bastian's spine, he had never mentioned his name...

“I guess I didn't know very much about my friend after all...” Bastian thought, without further hesitation traveled down the stairs, hoping he wasn't about to bring Elizabeth into more danger. Hearing the door shutting behind him, making it too dark to see for Elizabeth. “Are you alright?”

The dangerous moment subsided, relieving himself of building tension like thousands of knives being pulled from his back, through a brief sigh. Releasing the crossbow from his grip, arm sliding down back to his side. He remained still retaining a calm expression and sound mind. Despite the flowing fountain, flowers, ornate gate and mystical structures, the atmosphere became as unpleasant as the decayed blackness waiting outside.

Perfectly aware that no amount of studying would’ve prepared him for such unfamiliar circumstances, it was inevitable that he would experience culture shock. But he suddenly felt incredibly inferior to those in close proximity. All bound to have more powerful magic, even excluding their innate abilities that gave them further advantages. But the question of what everyone was gathered for and especially why he was included wasn't the only thing burning...

You could practically see the fire inside his eyes, fuming out infrequent snarls through clenched teeth. The wolf wasn't used to being excoriated, while simultaneously being uncertain of the strength difference of the obstacle taunting him to a battle that Lydrim refused partaking in. Lydrim noticed Lyros standing, mumbling something under his breath that was inaudible for even the sharpest ears. Leaving toward another corner of the courtyard, distancing himself from the crowd of strangers.

“Well that's disappointing. I wouldn't have minded having some new friends.” Vashti squawked softly, flying down to the ground beside Lyros, hopping behind him.

“Go away.” Lyros warned promptly, glaring like he'd sink his teeth into the next thing that approached. Vashti hurriedly flapped back into the air and perched herself back onto Lydrim's shoulder. Noticing the tension between others festering. “I'm growing uncertain of the benefits of staying here.” Vashti spoke softly to Lydrim, returning a slight nod before hearing an unfamiliar, ethereal sounding voice laughing. Turning around to witness the cloaked spirit revealing themselves, though after the previous scenario, it wasn't nearly as surprising to either of them.

Both glancing up at their shimmering eyes, proclaiming their name that mirrored the note. Mentioning the former slave and a University that was preparing to teach everyone present, albeit sounding uninterested in what she was saying. Lydrim stepped back seeing her face, showing off her achromatic skin and demonic horns. Lydrim folded his arms, also wanting the answer to the Nyxian's question, while patiently waiting to ask some of his own.
@KatherinWinter Happy New Year to you too. Unfortunately even though my internet was working yesterday it is not working now. Even though I was on the phone for over an hour with customer service and technical support the best that they could do was fix my internet the late afternoon on the 3rd. So unfortunately I'm going to be delayed a little longer. I apologize.
@KatherinWinter I know I already told you I'd be away for the holidays. I'm in the process of moving to my new apartment and I likely won't be there until at least the 30th. Hopefully I'll be able to connect to my internet without any problems. (otherwise I have a guy coming the 3rd of January.) Will post something as soon as I can.
Always good to have some sort of goal in mind for the future. I don't always set particular goals to be met as often as I should. But when I do, I get them done. I have some goals for the year already in mind. But just for the month, I suppose will be as follows...
1. Pay the absurd amount of bills I'm likely to receive soon.
2. Have everything settled and working in my new apartment.
3. Get my cat used to my new apartment, and set up vet apointment.
4. Either make my roleplaying 1x1 interest page and/or finish a chapter of my first attempt at long spanning fanfiction from a concept I've came up with.
5. At least attempt to hang with one of my friends. (so I don't spend the whole month alone at my apartment.)

Edit: Well got #2, #3. and #5. out of the way.
@Ammokkx I feel like this probably shouldn't be allowed or encouraged but it's hard for me to care at this point...

But one thing I haven't ever mentioned or even really thought about, is a component that could make an RP different from a solo story. Where you have to be conscious about what other people are writing, as well as your own. (To avoid repetition.) So when people are reading, it doesn't come off the same content over and over again. So the idea of every, or the majority of people in a role-play doing the exact same thing to introduce their characters isn't entirely their fault, but it also shows the storytelling flaws that can persist in roleplaying. Background detail filler is another particular problem where there's multiple people describing the same setting.

(Though I am kind of curious what particular thing you're describing. Totally Pm me. I'm mostly kidding? :P)
@KatherinWinter Merry Christmas. :3
@catchamber How does one live in international waters and remain self sufficient without transactions with other parties? Is like this imaginary person living in a boat? How is he getting the gasoline or fresh water? I don't understand what you're specifically getting at.

quora.com/Is-it-true-that-there-are-n…

The likelihood of your average joe going in international waters to avoid to the government is miniscule at best...
@catchamber If people stop interacting with governments they get shot or jailed. But we've already got into this discussion so I have a feeling we both know each other's position already.

As for providing instances for the UN's incompetence and doing things that don't help anyone. I can literally go back to the very last thing they have been in the news for doing, which was the pissing contest with Trump. Or the Paris Climate Accord which would have screwed over the United States primarily. And they're also in my articles. The quora article has plenty of information on that. The things I can't find, are recent examples of them being useful...(or any instance it wasn't primarily America's doing.)
@Grim D:

Well frig. #Blameyoutube

Just have a good night and I'll properly find another stupid video to use as a reply tomorrow when I'm awake. ;D
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