The teetans are getting hungry? Nooo >.<
In all seriousness, I'm having some intense writers block. I wrote some fanfiction at like 10:00 last night, and it's like all my descriptive soul was sapped by the effort it took. I've been sitting here for like two hours trying to make my post more imaginative...
@Fox
That's 100% fine. Thanks for the heads up!
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My Character Sheets | Santa Somabra | Maximum Comics | Verthaven | These roleplays are from roughly 2 years ago.
Hello all! I'm an Advanced RPer. I've been RPing for quite a while now...since I was a kid. I'm expecting a Bachelors in English this coming May (don't ask how; my skill as a creative writer has taken a seemingly irreparable blow after an encounter with major depression) as well as a minor in Psychology. I am an avid animal lover, photographer, and writer. I do a restricted amount of dabbling in drawing and painting.
About two years ago, I stopped using RP guild. It was for a myriad of reasons, but the topmost ones are major depression, the passing of my parrot (pictured as my banner at the top of my bio), and a relationship issue.
I'm back now!
Roleplaying always kept me at the top of my literate game. My vocabulary took a huge blow during my depression, and I'm eager to refine it. I've spent the last two years fixing my life, and I'd love for roleplaying to be an active part of my daily routine again!
Types of literature I'm interested in (in order of interest):
-Adult Fiction
-Science Fiction
-Fantasy
-Thriller
-Manga
My general interests and hobbies:
-Reading
-Writing
-Animal Welfare and Rights
-People Welfare and Rights
-Drawing (Amateur)
-Video Games
-Photography
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poog the pig said
The CS is supposed to be updated as we go.And, you doubt my power :L
A powerful leader is a doubtful one :3 Nonetheless, you're still accepted.
@Noodle and Chez
YOU DARE BRING THE KNK IN MY THREAD. HOW DARE YOU.
Akkey's such a weirdo XD
And I will do the post today, I swear to nothing in particular.
On the other hand, I'm now off to read Mod's post.
Then I will do the post. Today.
Link frowned. This was not the usual crew that had joined him for Brawl, or for that matter, anything even remotely related to the Super Smash Bros. series. They were largely different from what he was used to, and many of them were not silent the way he was. Moving forward, he waved his hand in a gesture of friendliness before pointing to the door, that had just unlocked, with his sword. It wasn't that Link couldn't talk. He just preferred not too. As he was doing this, and odd woman appeared out of nowhere, clearly in a daze. Link watched with curiosity as the Doctor rushed to her aid.
Levi and Mikasa watched the group from afar. Upon seeing the door open, they approached, with Levi taking the lead.
"I'll do the talking," he told Mikasa, making it sound more like a command than a suggestions, "You be on guard."
They were approaching in the most amiable way ever when the dazed woman appeared out of nowhere.
----
"Uhhh, WAIT," the Dragonborn said, holding his hands up placidly, "I'm not here to fight."
Nonetheless, he drew his sword and shield, pulling his sword as close to his body as it could go. These odd creatures had challenged him, and one would typically think that being the Dragonborn, he would rush into battling them. But the Dovahkiin had done his fair share of running when the odds were not in his favor, or swindling when he could slyly get himself out of trouble, or even stealing, when the gold in his pockets had vanished in some bar or another.
In other words, if the going got tough, the tough got going.
"I'm not here to fight," he repeated, emphasizing this time, "At least, I don't think I'm here to fight you, whatever the pair of you are."
Levi and Mikasa watched the group from afar. Upon seeing the door open, they approached, with Levi taking the lead.
"I'll do the talking," he told Mikasa, making it sound more like a command than a suggestions, "You be on guard."
They were approaching in the most amiable way ever when the dazed woman appeared out of nowhere.
----
"Uhhh, WAIT," the Dragonborn said, holding his hands up placidly, "I'm not here to fight."
Nonetheless, he drew his sword and shield, pulling his sword as close to his body as it could go. These odd creatures had challenged him, and one would typically think that being the Dragonborn, he would rush into battling them. But the Dovahkiin had done his fair share of running when the odds were not in his favor, or swindling when he could slyly get himself out of trouble, or even stealing, when the gold in his pockets had vanished in some bar or another.
In other words, if the going got tough, the tough got going.
"I'm not here to fight," he repeated, emphasizing this time, "At least, I don't think I'm here to fight you, whatever the pair of you are."
So firstly, to explain to everyone else:
poog's gonna be playing a Titan, that we capture in an ark. He'll serve as some interesting plot points, and well...I don't want to give away too much.
Secondly, yes that is a short CS. I'm going to accept it, but I'm hoping your rping is up to par with everyone else's here as this is a High Casual rp. I'm not doubting you though, just gotta be a strict GM for certain things or else things go bad >.< Though I would like you to expand on the personality some, since he's going to start out, or look like some sort, of Aberrant Titan, he should have some defining personality traits.
poog's gonna be playing a Titan, that we capture in an ark. He'll serve as some interesting plot points, and well...I don't want to give away too much.
Secondly, yes that is a short CS. I'm going to accept it, but I'm hoping your rping is up to par with everyone else's here as this is a High Casual rp. I'm not doubting you though, just gotta be a strict GM for certain things or else things go bad >.< Though I would like you to expand on the personality some, since he's going to start out, or look like some sort, of Aberrant Titan, he should have some defining personality traits.
Soooo...post to come soon...and! I've been reading some stuff about twins that I dont particularly like but don't much understand either so imma gonna change Sven and Beatrix to hakf siblings. Shoudlnt change much except my first post. Beatrix is gonna be the bastard child like Jon in ASoIaF if you guys have read it ^.^
Mikasa let out a subdued 'oof' as she landed on something warm and somewhat soft. A welcome cushion from the abrupt and rather frightening feeling of vertigo she had suffered just minutes before. Her eyes widened, and her hands flashed to her waist, relief flooding her when the felt the reassuring shape of her 3DMG still strapped to her. At ease, she took her time to look around her surroundings, momentarily forgetting about what had cushioned her and choosing the instead survey her surroundings. Darkness. Pure darkness. That was all she could see for miles, and her brain quickly began concocting some sort of horror story. Had she gone blind?
No, she could still see her hands when she put them out in front of her. Was she having a nightmare? The feeling of fear that usually accompanied bad dreams wasn't suffocating her chest, so she decided she was safe. So, where was she?
She stiffened, when, below her, the mass of cushion began struggling and managed to hiss out, "Get off of me, Ackerman."
Mikasa jumped, blushing furiously as she realized she had been sitting on her Captain chest. The little Corporal looked winded, and the moment she jumped off of him, he bolstered himself up by his elbows, taking shallow breathes and looking red-faced.
"You're heavy, you know," he huffed, rubbing his chest in rhythmic circles, Temper flying, Mikasa retorted,
"It's not my fault you're so short." She watched, almost with innate fear, as his face morphed from one of neutrality to frightening little pygmy. Before he could spit back his own scathing rebuttal, a booming voice interjected.
"Heroes," It said, sounding placating, "Is fighting among yourselves more important than finding out where you are?"
"Well," Levi quickly began to list why fighting was a perfectly fine thing to do, in his sassy little way of talking down on others, "It's not like we're being attacked. I mean, do you see us being attacked, random loud and very annoying voice."
Mikasa remained silent, as was her habit when faced with the unknown. For all their similarities, Mikasa lacked Levi's sass, which she secretly admired of her Captain. She let him do all the talking.
"So who are you," he asked, not a hint of fear or aversion in his voice. Very monotone, the type of voice he would use in delegation.
"That's not important," the voice stated almost matter-of-factly. "What is important is that you understand why you're here."
For the first time Mikasa felt unease, and she moved closer to her Corporal, shoulders nearly touching. He acknowledged her with a simple glance, but it was one of reassurance, and one of the looks that often made Mikasa regret ever being mean to him. For his sometimes stoic and hard to understand personality, he was more caring than he let people see, and greatly worried for his comrades.
"So, why are we here."
"You've been chosen," the voice said, almost cryptically, "For a tournament. Others too, have been chosen. Seek out companionship, and succeed heroes."
"Wait," Levi shouted, "What about getting home."
But, before Levi could find out anymore, the voice had disappeared, and the two were dumped in a place of, once again, unknown identification. Before long, they spotted a group. A large group. Carefully the two soldier approached, wary and trying not to look threatening.
Link frowned. This seemed all too familiar. He had gone from doing what he did best (being a Hero) to being dumped in spatial darkness with only an eerily familiar voice that made Link even more aggravated. Now was not the time. He had been in the middle of a very crucial task. Besides, that old lady had, had a treasure trove of pots in her house. Surely some of them would have had rupees in them...if only...
"You know the ropes, don't you Link?" the voice almost teased him, but putting his best foot forward, Link nodded confidently. This was no different from the other time, and no different from when his counterparts had taken part in the Brawl. Sheathing his sword, he waited with statue like patience and expectation as he was dumped in yet another unfamiliar place.
He set off, his head primarily set on looking for other veterans; long time pals from worlds far and near. Mario, Kirby, Pikachu, Samus, heck even Donkey Kong would be some sort of company.
The Dragonborn quickly jumped to his feet as darkness engulfed him. The shift was sudden and alarming, as his surroundings changed from beautiful scenery to sheer darkness. He adjusted his helmet quickly so the holes aligned with his eyes, and waved his sword around, hoping to fend off any incoming threats. But he was met with none, and, after a few minutes of confusion, he just stood there looking lost. Finally, a voice from the heavens spoke to him,
"Hero! You have been chosen to participate in a tournament. With...other heroes!" the voice sounded exuberant and for some reason that annoyed the Dragonborn.
"What about meh' home." he bellowed in his thick accent, looking up to the skies and wondering if a dragon was playing a trick on him. Perhaps it was a vampire.
"You'll get home safe and sound," the voice promised, "But for now, be content with your hero status and go find the others."
"The others?" Dovahkiin mused. But, instead of dilly dallying, he ran off. Soon enough, he came upon a viking...fighting with some anthropomorphic creatures. A dog and a rabbit? It was unsettling enough that the Dovahkiin stuttered when he said, "Hail...friends...?"
No, she could still see her hands when she put them out in front of her. Was she having a nightmare? The feeling of fear that usually accompanied bad dreams wasn't suffocating her chest, so she decided she was safe. So, where was she?
She stiffened, when, below her, the mass of cushion began struggling and managed to hiss out, "Get off of me, Ackerman."
Mikasa jumped, blushing furiously as she realized she had been sitting on her Captain chest. The little Corporal looked winded, and the moment she jumped off of him, he bolstered himself up by his elbows, taking shallow breathes and looking red-faced.
"You're heavy, you know," he huffed, rubbing his chest in rhythmic circles, Temper flying, Mikasa retorted,
"It's not my fault you're so short." She watched, almost with innate fear, as his face morphed from one of neutrality to frightening little pygmy. Before he could spit back his own scathing rebuttal, a booming voice interjected.
"Heroes," It said, sounding placating, "Is fighting among yourselves more important than finding out where you are?"
"Well," Levi quickly began to list why fighting was a perfectly fine thing to do, in his sassy little way of talking down on others, "It's not like we're being attacked. I mean, do you see us being attacked, random loud and very annoying voice."
Mikasa remained silent, as was her habit when faced with the unknown. For all their similarities, Mikasa lacked Levi's sass, which she secretly admired of her Captain. She let him do all the talking.
"So who are you," he asked, not a hint of fear or aversion in his voice. Very monotone, the type of voice he would use in delegation.
"That's not important," the voice stated almost matter-of-factly. "What is important is that you understand why you're here."
For the first time Mikasa felt unease, and she moved closer to her Corporal, shoulders nearly touching. He acknowledged her with a simple glance, but it was one of reassurance, and one of the looks that often made Mikasa regret ever being mean to him. For his sometimes stoic and hard to understand personality, he was more caring than he let people see, and greatly worried for his comrades.
"So, why are we here."
"You've been chosen," the voice said, almost cryptically, "For a tournament. Others too, have been chosen. Seek out companionship, and succeed heroes."
"Wait," Levi shouted, "What about getting home."
But, before Levi could find out anymore, the voice had disappeared, and the two were dumped in a place of, once again, unknown identification. Before long, they spotted a group. A large group. Carefully the two soldier approached, wary and trying not to look threatening.
Link frowned. This seemed all too familiar. He had gone from doing what he did best (being a Hero) to being dumped in spatial darkness with only an eerily familiar voice that made Link even more aggravated. Now was not the time. He had been in the middle of a very crucial task. Besides, that old lady had, had a treasure trove of pots in her house. Surely some of them would have had rupees in them...if only...
"You know the ropes, don't you Link?" the voice almost teased him, but putting his best foot forward, Link nodded confidently. This was no different from the other time, and no different from when his counterparts had taken part in the Brawl. Sheathing his sword, he waited with statue like patience and expectation as he was dumped in yet another unfamiliar place.
He set off, his head primarily set on looking for other veterans; long time pals from worlds far and near. Mario, Kirby, Pikachu, Samus, heck even Donkey Kong would be some sort of company.
The Dragonborn quickly jumped to his feet as darkness engulfed him. The shift was sudden and alarming, as his surroundings changed from beautiful scenery to sheer darkness. He adjusted his helmet quickly so the holes aligned with his eyes, and waved his sword around, hoping to fend off any incoming threats. But he was met with none, and, after a few minutes of confusion, he just stood there looking lost. Finally, a voice from the heavens spoke to him,
"Hero! You have been chosen to participate in a tournament. With...other heroes!" the voice sounded exuberant and for some reason that annoyed the Dragonborn.
"What about meh' home." he bellowed in his thick accent, looking up to the skies and wondering if a dragon was playing a trick on him. Perhaps it was a vampire.
"You'll get home safe and sound," the voice promised, "But for now, be content with your hero status and go find the others."
"The others?" Dovahkiin mused. But, instead of dilly dallying, he ran off. Soon enough, he came upon a viking...fighting with some anthropomorphic creatures. A dog and a rabbit? It was unsettling enough that the Dovahkiin stuttered when he said, "Hail...friends...?"
It's all right Mod. I just wanted to make sure you guys were still here. Trust me, I know life is more important than roleplaying >.< I hope your mother's recovery goes well and she feels better soon!
Finished all my characters Captain! I hope the last one is alright. Since I couldn't chose between Korra and Sora, I chose another I really liked. I'll post when I get the okay!
Well I did say I was up to taking ten rpers at max...so why the hell not. You can apply for a character if you'd like. :3
Chezka said
You know I am. :)Maybe it's just a busy week?
I'm hoping so >.<
The Dawn Sage said
I am here, yes. I'm actually going to try and post here within the hour.
Nice post Dawn!
I'm going to be getting one up this afternoon or so. I'm hoping everyone else gets a post in before I go again (or before I go today), as Rivamika week is coming up on tumblr and I'm going to be busy >.<
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