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I need to stop biting my nails. Throw some advice at me

Oh that's interesting. I had always assumed it had to do with stress, but I never thought it could be classified as an addiction. That must be why even though I'm not really stressed anymore, I'm having such trouble stopping. I hadn't considered fake nails. I suppose I could get some cheap ones and give that a shot. I've never heard of painting your nails with gel either?? I'm learning so much, thank you all Currently trying to play with a little rock owl I've had for a while whenever I get the urge. I don't particularly want to resort to hurting myself (even with a rubberband) quite yet, but if these other methods don't work I might have to, lol.

@Kidd

It's a new thing in the UK! It's thicker than nail polish too, pop to a nail bar and ask :) Yeah, ever noticed you're stressed and suddenly there's a nail in your mouth and you've already bitten down? I think it was classified a small few years ago :)

Nero's cauldron of magical roleplay creation! (Casual! ++)

Hey buddy. Another fantasy request if you will. However I have a preference for heavier plots, intertwining stories and a few handfuls of characters be them main or side characters. PM me if you're interested, no worries if you're not. These ideas can be a handful.

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I changed him whilst writing it at least three times but he was the character I wanted originally, I just couldn't find a picture. Thank you! I actually wanted to add to it as I wasn't overalls pleased with it. But I'm glad you like it! Hey, don't worry!

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Year One [ Closed for TheDookieNut and El Taco Taco ]

George was surprised he understand the phrase 'green thumb' although he'd only heard it when his mum had spoken about the elderly lady in the tiny shop down Diagon Alley. He assumed the term probably wasn't so derogatory in the Muggle world. For a moment, he tried to imagine exactly what plants muggles did grow, but eventually drew the line at simply vegetables and possibly a few cooking herbs. Maybe that was why they'd be forced to take muggle studies for the next three years. He couldn't imagine what the next few years would even be like. No doubt he'd look back on himself in years to come to simply think about this day, to remember his friends when they were young, to recall how wonderful their first real day at school was. He'd look back and laugh at the homework, the spells and even regret not trying harder; George had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, so trying hard didn't exactly matter. George turned his eyes towards the huge hourglasses, all remaining solidly at the top, waiting for when slowly students would start earning points. The more attention the eyes gave, the more the castle seemed to sparkle and reveal a secret. "Oh gosh, how many?" George asked, trying to imagine what a new record in lost house points was. One hundred points? One thousand points? How many points did students even get? It couldn't be one, that was too little. It wasn't going to one hundred either, that was too much. "You're dad sounds he caused a lot of trouble whilst he was here." George added, sharing a laugh with Seine before Sadie chimed in. "It's not the end of the world if we're not the first there." He looked back over as Sadie expressed her desire to be early. "Suppose we should go then." He commented, sliding out of his seat and back onto his feet. He didn't exactly know where Herbology was.. And the map they'd been given was less than helpful. However, he remained quiet, walking towards the great doors once again. He passed glances over at his two friends, unsure if they were sharing the same lost feelings. By the looks of things, George thought as he twisted the small parchment in his hands, the green houses were outside.. Problem was, there were three ways to leave the castle. The blonde turned towards a row of stairs, looking down towards a door that a few students were passing through. "This way?" George asked, looking between the map and his friends. He gave himself a determined push and headed down the stone stairs. They'd get the hang of it before too long. Maybe having so long to travel was a good idea. Travelling out into a courtyard filled with students playing games and shouting loudly just to hear over the voices of those around them. A group of five students seemed intent in rolling glass balls across the ground. Each one varied in size and colour. Some rolled further than others, and a few exploded just to knock others from the middle. "Gobstones." Seine pointed out, as they walked past. "Not the most interesting game in the world but it's funny to watch some times." They headed out towards a bridge and the same stairs they'd climbed from the docks the night before. They looked so different in day light. The lost expressions on their faces had already attracted the attention of a particular prefect dressed in royal blue. "You three look lost." He chimed, a huge grin on his face and an accent that screamed Oxford. "Can I help?" He asked, leaning on the stone wall beside him. "Let me guess-" He spoke first, butting in before any of them could speak. "Herbology." Another boy added. His accent was different, similar but with an older and more 'BBC' tone: London. "Max, this is my brother." He added, pointing out George and his two friends. "Herbology is directly across the bridge. Then through a few coridors before some huge doors. You can't miss them." Theodore spoke, pointing them across the bridge. His stopped with his eyes on Sadie for a moment, his nose flaring a little. "Max can walk you if you need it." The prefect smiled again, pointing to himself. It was strange to know he was a catch with a lot of Ravenclaw girls. "Come on then, follow on. I'll lead." He headed out, his sandy blonde hair bouncing a little as he walked. He certainly was strange, but the confidence worked. "So names." Max smiled, starting with George. "I know you, you have your brother's nose but I don't know you two." He began to walk backwards, pointing over at Seine. The first year replied with his name, leaving only Max to jump his attention to Sadie.

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A coastal city, tall and proud, danced against the waves of the surf below. Huge white walls covered a keep more than a thousand years old. Its thick stone weathered and aged, edges chipped and rough as if sandstone. Great towers soured from above with large windows, each filled with tinted glass. Inside this halls were the reflection of dozens of dancing lights. One structure stood out in particular. A huge dome, larger than any temple or home in the city. Above the King's Throne sat a wide and dense glass, filled with hundreds of shards of glass, each tempered into different colours, shining a glow down onto the man. The rest of the city shared only the white walls, brightly glaring as an morning sun rose high enough to say goodbye to the dawn and begin to welcome the dusk. The streets were crowded. Whether the city was flooded with its inhabitants or the beggars it had created it could not be certain. Yet its walls beamed with life, screaming, shouting, laughter and crying. The people of Eleusis were alive with whatever their lives were currently entailing, be it love or fear. They'd survived sieges and raging naval assaults. They'd even survived the Red Fever that had traveled over the oceans through traders and vendors from the East. Eleusis stood strong and many believed it always wood. The same family had ruled over their kingdom for longer than any man could remember, they always would. Inside the keep walls a world of politics and secrets raged. Men spoke truths to one face and lies to another, each weighing in their neighbor's loyalty and true alligence. Inside the walls lied maids and ladies, lords and advisers, knights and scholars. Some had the King's trust, others were there simply as a proof of the King's domination over the country; far too many times had those further from the capital pulled from under his family's reign. Slowly however, their leaders had been crushed and their nobles been paid. It was a dirty game being king. Yet in one room, not far from the great domed hall where their king sat on his great arse, calling shots over the entire population, eating and drinking his way into an early grave, a man stood. Two great eyes beamed out over the ocean, staring ahead as if lusting for something so deeply it burned his very soul. Lord Illyn Grey was a man of great wealth, a rumour spoke of it being vastly greater than the King's. He was a powerful man with a keen interest in what was possibly more dangerous than he'd like to expect. He moved at the sound a rattle on his door. A small girl, no older than fifteen hurried to the door, pulling it open in the Lord's request. Illyn stood tall with his shoulders back, his entire presence an air of intimidation. It wasn't by strength, but by power. Aside from the King himself, there was no more powerful man on their entire island. He was feared by a great number within the higher nobles and by far more who worked in his name. As the door pulled open, the girl stepped back to give the man leave to entire the room. He was slender with eyes that shone with a strange sharpness. "Ser Daeron." Illyn spoke his hands busy pouring himself a solid gold chalice of wine. "Nymerian, like yourself." He added, lifting the cup to his lips. The knight merely nodded his head in respect. "I find the eastern wines to be sweeter than those pulled from vines in the south. What is it your people do?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the knight. They were a cold blue compared to the brown of the younger man. Eyes that had seen far too much in their life, lived far too much trouble and far too much anguish. "I'm afraid I do not know, my lord. My family do not own a vineyard." Rhoynar smiled, his hands resting behind his back. His voice was different to the capital accent. It lingered with an almost nasal twist, somewhat exotic yet with too much grace to be a threat. The Nymerian people were often famed for their deceptive voices, often being told to have sired from witches and harpies with soft voices to lure when into fatal traps. "I hear it is a sweet sugar that varies from vine to vine." He added. His eyes twisted about the room slowly, taking in the wealth of the man who seemed to have been staying in the capital far longer than anyone had expected.

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Name: Ser Rhoynar Daeron
Age: 31
Profession: Sellsword/Knight
Weapons: Sword and spear.

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Generic ooc post for the sake of starting a thread Also forgive my world building and sudden introduction of a few random side characters.. If it's not what you had in mind. I enjoy high fantasy world building.