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2 yrs ago
Current I play both sides so that I always lose.
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2 yrs ago
Can your Father still claim you if the Mail Man delivered you?
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2 yrs ago
I challenge you to a game of Paradox Billiards Vostroyan Roulette Forth Dimentional Hypercube Chess Strip Poker!!!
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3 yrs ago
So I realized that the highest honor anyone can get is not to get a Nobel Peace prize, nor getting your name taught throughout history. It's being made into an Anime Character with giant boobs.
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3 yrs ago
So where do I go after Elysium? I just made it through after beating a Chad-dude and his giant burly friend with horns at a break dancing contest.

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About me:
I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)

I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.

I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).

I am normally a very easy guy to get a hold of. If you use one of the following contact info I should get back to you within 10 minutes, if you use discord just @me and I can respond within a quick time (If I'm at my keyboard that is).

AND PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GARENTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)

Contact info:
nuk3clearsoldier@gmail.com (I know, don't judge)

Discord is- KingChoas #4030 (Ain't too hard isn't it?)

If you need my phone number: First off, who are you and why? Second off, Please don't spam me or I will find you and shove your phone down your throat and make you puke it up and do it again into a trash compactor and watch you cry. Then buy you a new phone. (Just saying I hate spam, also if you get my number you are the 3rd person to every get my phone number, next to my mom and my sister.)

The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.

Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.

Most Recent Posts




Location: La FLeur Rouge -> The Main

Interactions: Onarr @Bork Lazer, Ingrid @dragonpiece, Amelea @Force and Fury














In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Time to Hide (~11:30 a.m.)
Location: Riverport Beachs -> River Port Inn
Interactions: Kharne, the Swift @Kazemitsu, Saoirse, the Caring @potter, and Raven, God of Hammers @Tae
Mentions:
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a
Steel Targe
Steel Half Plate
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.



Ismael sighed in relief as it seemed Shae lifted herself and Raven up to begin to follow them. As Ismael stood he loosened his jaw and his grip on his gear and shifted it to better hold it. Ismael was worried, he was ready, he was always ready, but it never meant he was not worried, or afraid, but death never cared for that. And today was a rude awakening for many, to Ismael, it was a reminder.

Ismael fought, killed, and watched countless die at either his hands or another's. Friends were there and were gone, enemies rose and fell, and even himself, he was invited into Death's home. Yet he was still here, his breath was still there, his heart still beated there in his chest, and his fear was still there in his mind. Yet he was still there, his breath was shaky but then calmed calm, his heartbeat rose for but a moment then fell into pace, as once they moved Ismael was calm, like he never was worried.

As they walked Kharne began speaking, wondering what he did before he was brought here. Ismael let out a bit of a chuckle as now of all times would be when he got to speak of himself, "Me? Oh, I was in the millitary for some time. After risking my life by throwing myself onto an explosion to save those around me and living, I was sent back and became a civilian again. After that I joined a Weapons Dealer Merchant as a Mercenary. There I travelled the world, protecting someone who sold War like it was a commodity. I lived like that for a good few years before I showed up here". Ismael tried to keep things vague enough so as they walked, if anyone listened in it would sound like the wild boasting of a Demihuman trying to show up someone bigger than him.







The moment that the others were out of earshot, Benedetto turned to his ‘captain’ with a smile on his face. “You speak Perrench to me again and I’ll rip your tongue out.” He kept his tone somewhere between light, like he might be joking, and serious, like he definitely wasn’t, just to mess with this guy. Making people uncomfortable was one of Benedetto’s favourite pastimes and he’d might as well have some kind of fun on this stupid mission.

As they walked Desmond was wondering why his companion was unusually quiet, as the moment Benedetto spoke, Desmond knew he was going to have an interesting time. He let out a laugh as he said, “O-ho~, I’ll keep that in mind~”. Desmond kept up his jovial voice and an air of light nature, but inside he is keeping up a guard in anticipation. He’s unsure how much of a loose cannon the man he decided to work with is, but Desmond is not one to wish to get stabbed in the back while he is in a brothel. Desmond used his off hand to gesture to La Fleur Rouge and said, ”Since that’s settled, let’s be off!”

Benny grinned, showing - as usual - a few too many teeth. “Good,” he replied. “Good, we have an understanding. Now, let’s see if we have to kill ourselves any frogs tonight.” His tone made little effort to hide the fact that he was hoping for it and he shot a fork of lightning at a nearby bird that had been chirping incessantly for the past few minutes, frying it into a tiny roasted turkey. Then, he walked along in silence for a blessed moment, Edmund or whatever his name mercifully quiet for once lest he end up like the bird. A thought occurred to Benny. “But not the prostitutes,” he amended. He furrowed his brow. “They’re just doing their jobs, and they’ll be our best source of information.” Presently, the doors of La Fleur Rouge drew near, as well as the handful of surreptitiously rough figures that stood outside. “I don’t speak their greasy tongue,” Benny advised his ‘captain’. “It’s all you, bud.”

As they walked, Desmond was anticipating what could be the many words that’d spill from this idiot's mouth, as it seemed he had a hankering for some blood. As when they walked Desmond saw Benedetto’s many ‘quirks’, the killing of birds who seemed to chirp for a little too long seemed to be but a small one. Desmond felt a weight come onto him as he realized he was going to be working with a psychopath, but some of it came off of his shoulders when he heard his bloodthirsty ‘crewmate’ had some morals toward the prostitutes, at least. Desmond was still worried about him dropping some kind of hell onto them because of his blatant hatred for those around him. Yet he seemed to have some mind to him as he told Desmond he was going to be unable to speak here. Which was a boon to Desmond, as Benedetto’s hatred might have made it too hard for them to even get a bit of information. Desmond looked over to his crazy partner and said, ”Oh that’s more than fine to me. What’s a language you know? Don’t want the worker to need to draw ideas to work with her”.

Benny was barely listening to whatever Edmund was saying. Something about workers and drawing. The real fun would be inside. It was definitely the Perrench. Damned grenouilles could never stop preying on Revidian ships, and that had been the Maria Nera’s game as of late. Thing was, the Nera wasn’t a Perrench ship. Benedetto was actually kind of interested in how that’d resolve itself… so long as he didn’t have to do any of the work figuring it out.

Of course, he had other motives for being here, but Edmund didn’t have to know those. Nobody did, and he’d kill them if they tried to find out: even the high-ranking Volti. His RAS was higher than just about any of theirs anyways. The two youths stopped at the door and Benny simply flashed his coins, a grin, and a wiggled eyebrow. His partner could try to talk his way in. Body language spoke louder, though. Already he could see the well-stocked bar inside, the Perrench and Miattan pirates lounging about on divans and sofas, the scantily-clad women playing lutes, harpsichords, and other instruments. They bounced from one man’s lap to another until they found likely prey and then they sucked him dry… in more than one way. Smart, he thought, and cruel.

Benedetto wanted to fuck them, no money paid, and end their little game. He could kill any of these frilly Perrenchmen and take the women by force. That’d leave the world with another bastard, though. That’d leave the world with another him. He came back to his senses. He had a job to do. He let Desmond do his, getting through the front door, and then leaned in. “We should split up and gather intel separately. We’ll cover more ground that way.” It wasn’t a suggestion, the way that he said it. He was going to do what he was going to do regardless.

Desmond let out a slight laugh as he heard Benedetto’s response to his question as they stepped in. Desmond took point as he was the talker for them to get in, as once they made it in, his partner ‘suggested’ they split up. It was less of a suggestion as he already began walking away before Desmond could even say otherwise, yet he didn’t mind, them being away from each other could make it much easier for him to do his own thing. Desmond began looking around and started going his own way, trying to pick out his own prey, trying to find a mistress of the night that might have been here for some time.

There were a handful of women who remained uncoupled, though one of these could be counted among the number of the pirates. She was rather drunk and sour-looking. Another was a good deal older and rather striking for her age, but seemed mostly to be a musician unless a particularly good opportunity arose. There was a third of particularly exotic extraction working the bar, doing all sorts of tricks with pouring drinks and lighting alcohol on fire. It was clear that she had a touch of the Gift about her. Fourth and final was a petite striking beauty with black hair and blue eyes. She sat alone on a barstool, sipping demurely from a tall glass. There was something tense about her, and it was hard to place exactly what. Presently, she glanced his way and locked eyes with him, her gaze intense and… perhaps evaluative before she remembered to smile coyly, flick her hair over her shoulder, and bat her eyelashes before returning to her drink.

Desmond looked to each of the women here, some seemed to have had more than their fill of alcohol, while others almost played with it to entertain those watching. But one seemed to almost have magic coming from her, her presence seemed serene yet the moment Desmond locked eyes with her, it was intense. Which told Desmond everything he needed. As he sauntered on over, he took a quick gander at others around her, hoping to take in his surroundings before he sat down. Desmond sat down and looked towards the young woman with ebony hair and entrancing azure eyes and said, "Why hello there~, who might you be?"

The woman smiled at him. “Was wondering when you’d come over,” she cooed, her voice rising and falling with an accent that was distinctly not that of a native Perrench-speaker. She twirled some of that hair that he seemed to be fascinated with. “I could tell just from looking at you that you weren’t one of the usual sorts we see around here.” She paused. Her voice lowered and her eyes sparkled. “New people… interest me.”

Desmond listened to the woman she seemed to be interesting, her tongue seemed to carry an accent that was from another land rather than the normal rolling that the Perrench is known for. Desmond was fascinated by her, almost as much as she seems fascinated by him. Desmond had a smile curl as he looked her in the eyes and said, ”O-ho~, it seems I’m not the only one interested. Desmond looked at this woman with a grin and leaned in further and spoke only for her to hear, ”How about we get acquainted?”

{To be continued}



Location: Isla d'Amato

Interactions: Onarr @Bork Lazer, Trypano @A Lowly Wretch, Ingrid @dragonpiece, VVvysin @Ypnosi, Ismet'ych'lahin'dichora, Penny Pellegrin, Benedetto Corvi @Force and Fury








Once Desmond was passing around the coins, Trypano seemed to have taken her role in a silent acceptance, it was what he was expecting from most. They had the simplest job so Desmond wasn't worrying as he waved to them and said in a laugh, "Don’t have too much fun!" As he continued to hand out coin bags, the next he landed to was Onarr and Ingrid. These two he knew were going to be in the most trouble as they had no exact place in his mind where they'd go.

When Desmond passed Onarr and Ingrid their coin bags, Desmond let off a smile as he said, "If you find the place a drag, maybe walk around! You can probably find some trouble somewhere else". Desmond had no clue on where they could go to talk to some Pirates they could possibly communicate with, but if it was anywhere, it could be 'The Main' or near it as it is a trading hub, but he didn't want to force them, after all, they are a strange pair together. Yet it seemed the next set had one person who seemed extra keen on showing her feelings, Penny.

Penny seemed to have been very upset with Desmond, it wasn't hard to tell from her stares. Probably thinking he had a nail or 2 loose, he could tell from how she looked at him, and from the way she began tp speak in Perrench at him as she seemed to make some bitchy remarks. Desmond let out a laugh and waved to them as Penny began to walk away, he said with a smile and a jovial voice, "Vous pouvez demander gentil. Je peux voir si vous obtenez un emploi à La Fleur Rouge!"*1 As once they were almost gone he yelled to them, "Bonne chance, amusez-vous!"*2 His tongue had a thick accent, a bit of slang from the start, yet when he said the second part it sounded quite smooth like he spoke Perrench quite fluently. He knew it could annoy her, most higher merchants and noble types hated hearing their language be butchered, and what it seemed to be on purpose. Desmond was was hoping it would rile her up a little, maybe it will make her Revidian extra spicy.

As finally, he looked to his compatriot, Benedetto, honestly Desmond had no clue on what he could and couldn't do, so he had to wing it with him looking like the young mercenary type. Desmond gave the man a smile, slightly devious in nature as he said in Perrench once more, "Viens, mon ami, Laissez-nous trouver un peu de plaisir!"*3





Location: Hugo Hunghorasz's Study -> Isla d'Amato

Interactions: Onarr @Bork Lazer, Trypano @A Lowly Wretch, Ingrid @dragonpiece, VVvysin @Ypnosi, Ismet'ych'lahin'dichora, Penny Pellegrin, Benedetto Corvi, Jocasta Re, and Hugo Hunghorasz @Force and Fury














I've done something I shouldn't have, but now it exists.

This is Desmond's Fighting skills, his style, and the 'Martial Arts' he knows.

Kind of giving myself and you guys a better understanding of how Desmond fights when put in different situations and with different weapons.

If you could, let me know what y'all think. Or don't it's understandable to not want to read a 20K character post on ramblings on how Desmond hits things good.






Location: Hugo Hunghorasz's Study -> the War Table

Interactions: Onarr @Bork Lazer, Zarra @BreathOfTheWoof, Trypano @A Lowly Wretch, Ingrid @dragonpiece, Karim @Theyra, Wvysin @Ypnosi, Ismet'ych'lahin'dichora, Benedetto Corvi, Jocasta Re, and Hugo Hunghorasz @Force and Fury








In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: ~11:00 a.m.
Location: Riverport Beach
Interactions: Kharne, the Swift @Kazemitsu, Annya, the Deceiver @princess, Saoirse, the Caring @potter, and Raven, God of Hammers @Tae
Mentions:
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a
Steel Targe
Steel Half Plate
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.



Ismael had made his way over to the beach that once had a column of razer wind. As once he got there he saw the column had slowly disappeared and Annya was holding both Shae and Raven. The event had ended, it seems Raven had been the perpetrator of the tornado appearing. Ismael had some assumptions about what could have caused Raven to go into an emotionally unstable state. But this was not the time, the main event ended, which meant the fallout was about to begin.

It seemed Annya knew this as well, as she saw him and Kharne were there and asked them to accompany them. Ismael let out a sigh as he then said, "Yeah, that would be for the best". As Ismael made his way closer he began to notice both Raven and Shae were disappearing. At first, Ismael was worried, but he started figuring out what was happening, Annya was using her light magic to bend the light and make them hidden. Ismael let out another sigh of relief as he then says, "Alright you two, we'll need to start heading off. Make sure to stay close behind me and Kharne, leave next to no room as we go okay?". Ismael waited for a response to occur before they started moving, he had no clue where they'd be if they didn't stay in close contact, but they couldn't hold hands or a rope because then it'd be obvious.



Location: The Forked Tower -> Hugo Hunghorasz's Study

Interactions: Onarr @Bork Lazer, Zarra @BreathOfTheWoof, Trypano @A Lowly Wretch, Ingrid @dragonpiece, Hugo Hunghorasz @Force and Fury




Upon Onarr's voice coming out, Desmond's blood ran cold. Desmond was not ready for someone to speak, so to hear any noise immediately sent him on red alert. At that moment he was about to curse, but he noticed that at that moment their surroundings changed. The once draft and damp stairwell had changed now to a large and dry study. Yet study wasn't an apt description, a much better one would be a cathedral to knowledge. This place had large books shelves that stood taller than most buildings would ever reach, a large table akin to a king's dining table fit for himself and the hundreds of his nobles, many different stations filled with magical and scientific apparatuses, and translucent art made for the windows. Everything here was marvelous as Desmond knew whoever owned this place would have to be absolutely rich.

Desmond forgot for a moment to yell at Onarr, as everything here surprised Desmond, as he took everything in. Yet his eyes landed upon the probable owner of this study. He was an elderly man who stood there and…Desmond had no clue who the man was. Honestly, Desmond knew jack squat about most things related to the culture of magic, Desmond just assumed he was some Mage who had some major control over some very powerful magic. Not only was he able to control hundreds of birds, but also he was able to seamlessly make sure none of them were able to sense or notice each other, and then finally transport all these people here at once.

Even when others brought up his name, Desmond had Zero clue on who the guy was, he thinks he heard his name before, but he isn't really clicking anything. Desmond was quite curious about something, so raised his hand like he was normally told to do in class and then immediately spoke after, "Uh, sorry sir, I'm not very familiar with you, so sorry if I butcher your name. Paradigm Hung'horas, I was wondering if you were the one in the crow?"

Desmond honestly thought his first name was kind of weird. Who names their child Paradigm anyways?
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