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6 yrs ago
Current I WANT TO PLAY SHIN SAKURA TAISEN
6 yrs ago
Today's the first time in a long time that I've felt empty. Not even sad or tired, just empty. This quarantine is getting to me more than I thought.
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6 yrs ago
@Jessica Bunny: You live in America! College is optional (and expensive) and around you is opportunity. I believe you can make it!
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6 yrs ago
Magical Girl RP, Original World: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
6 yrs ago
Oh shit, I've been surrounded! The room is ripe with the scent of bitches!
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Name: Ray Joe Ali Johnson Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Tough, hardworking and determined are the traits he is most identified with. He hates being treated as weak and moreover hates other people being weak. Joe honestly believes that a person that doesn't stand up for themselves is pathetic and is just making excuses. Joe when outside of work or studies likes to have fun and goof off. Despite all appearances however, he is actually intelligent and knowledgeable about various topics, as well as talented and skilled in numerous daily tasks such as cooking; those close to him dubbed him as a true 'Renaissance Man' - a master of multiple things. This is not quite true though: Everything he does is done out of a desperate need to avoid going back to his former lifestyle. It has made him reckless, cynical, and prone to self-destructive actions. Finally, the thing that can be considered a true weakness is his inability to trust a woman under any circumstance - no matter the consequence. Background: He was born as the son of an aspiring boxer and his High school sweetheart. Named after the greatest boxers the world as ever seen, his father hoped to raise him and create a great boxer out of him. He only got to do half of that. His father died just before he could sign a deal for his first Title Fight due to a car crash. At the time, Joe was 8 years old. His mother, 24 at the time, who had taken care of him up until that point went into depression, before leaving him with his neighbors and disappearing. He resented her ever since. Two years passed, and his life was living hell. His neighbors wife hated him greatly and saw him only as an extra burden. She repeatedly beat him and constantly drove him out of the house. The only reason she didn't kick him out completely was because her husband owed a debt of gratitude to his father, and actually liked him. Still, there was a limit to how much a person could endure. One day, he snapped and just . . . knocked her out. All it took was one hit and a ten year old boy knocked out a fully grown adult. Joe had definitely inherited his fathers genes. Still, out of fear or retribution, he ran out of the house and hid in a nearby park. The park, incidentally, was the training ground of a particular gym owner, who specialized in boxing. Like a moment of true destiny, the man found Joe and in an awkward attempt to snap him out of his depression, began an impromptu boxing session. Joe loved every minute of it. The man, Terry Finkles, was so impressed with him that he invited him to practice at his gym for free. He accepted. As soon as he got back home, he told his aunt and uncle about his meeting with Terry, and announced his intent to become the worlds best boxer. His neighbor was glad to see his father in him, and his wife was glad just to have him out more. Joe took odd jobs once he was fifteen to earn money for himself, and practiced constantly in the gym. Another event occurred, however, and all the money he had earned was stolen by a girl that pretended to be in love with him, and indirectly ruined his reputation in the gym. His distrust towards women solidified even more. The only person that he had left to trust was himself and Terry, he decided. Currently, he is practicing for his debut on the international boxing stage. Chosen Pill Color: Brown Other: Really, really good at boxing, cooking and cleaning.
Chase nodded. "Correct, but before I go on, I feel the need to correct a minor bit of misinformation you all have: Grimiore's, tomes and magic books are three different things. "Tomes are items with magical knowledge written in them. Some of them maybe enchanted so only the writer or someone with permission can read them, but are otherwise not magical themselves, they're just paper and writing, although there are some cases with just the writing itself being magical. Magic Books or Scrolls are books that have actual magic attributed to them that comes from the object itself. The magic that comes from them can be anything ranging from house-help to army destroyers. It takes a fair bit of magic to use these books and often times they are heavily warded against anyone but the user. Finally, we have Grimoire's. These are crystallization of a magic users souls condensed into one package. Due to the fact that you can only attain a Grimoire when you have sufficient amount of knowledge about yourself and people around you, it usually takes the form of a book, to symbolize that knowledge. No one but the user or some very special cases can fully understand a Grimoire, sometimes looking at one can kill you, and no matter what, trying to peek into it without the users permission is an action even worse than rape and murder." Chase swept her eyes across the rooms. "Are we clear on those definitions yet? I hope you're all taking down notes now~"
Julius walked (read as: ran) around energetically, his eyes practically sparkling as he took in the Platform 93/4. He would stare at everyone's pets, and compare them to Rocky (Rocky was the better one, of course) or run towards the nearest concessionaire and gawk over the magical items being sold, then beg his mother to buy him one (she said no) and once even brought out his wand to see if that spell he'd read from his Defense Against the Dark Arts book would work. His dad snatched it away from his hand before he could even point it. "No spells until you get to the school," he said sternly. "I'd tell you to avoid doing it outside of adult supervision there as well, but from what your mother has told me, Hogwarts is incredibly lax with when you can use spells there, so I'll save it." He expertly twirled Julius's wand around like a knife, before handing it towards him. Taking his wand back, Julius gave a wide grin. "Don't worry too much Dad, I won't cause trouble . . ." "Much." His father finished his sentence for him deadpan. Julius grin got wider. His mother sighed. "Just . . . don't get into too much trouble, okay? And especially no challenging anyone to duels! You know how I hate that!" said his mother, patting down his hair and flicking her wand to keep it neat. "I'd win anyway~!" "That is besides the point!" Sighing, his mother patted him on the head, before drawing him in for a hug. "Do your best out there, okay? I know you'll make me proud." Julius hugged her back with a cheeky smile. "Don't I always?" Afterwards, the boy picked up his things and boarded the train. Once inside, Rocky the pug began running around in circles and Julius was doing the same. "Oh man this is gonna be fun~!"
Slughorn is about the same age. No specifications, but it's moot point since the age gap between them is small enough to be negligible.
Wizards can live well past 200 years with magic. Slughorn and Dumbledore were about the same age, and he was pushing 100+ without any problems.
Autumn gazed at him for a moment before she started writing. But it's not selfish at all. Though I would like for you to refrain from throwing yourself in front a bullet. Healing has it's downsides as well. I can't heal myself and if the wound is too great I might end up killing myself if I tried to heal it. Don't sell yourself short. I for one like your power and think it's very useful. She gave him a small smile to emphasize her point.
"Ha ha! I guess the grass really is greener on the other side . . . or something like that? I dunno, I was never really good with proverbs," he shrugged. "Well, I do like my power, I just sometimes wish I could do more, you know? But enough about that. What made you decide to go to camp here?"
Nice~! All right first post coming up!
Chase was about to start the discussion when Sol walked in. "Well hello there, kid. We were just starting, have as seat." The short golden witch cleared her throat. "Now, to begin with, can anyone tell me what are the most common methods of working 'magic' as well as there corresponding styles?" Meruin looked over the book that recorded the fight between Sol and Mithrail. She sighed. There wasn't enough information here; it was a straight up physical fight, so she wouldn't know what magic could affect her. That could complicate things.
"We'll be contributing our own theories," responded Chase. "Plus some that are already accepted widely, but are a bit much for you to understand just yet."
David frowned slightly upon seeing Autumns ability. "A healer huh? You know, I'm kind of jealous of people with powers like yours. Being strong isn't as great as it sounds like. though I am thankful for it. All in all though it's a pretty selfish thing; the best I can do to help someone is throw myself in front of a bullet, but for really critical stuff well . . ." he trailed off wistfully. "Ah never mind. Anyway, that's a nice power, being able to heal others, yeah."
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