Thundercat

Lantern

Oooooo, blue egg :3 How curious.

Look's like we found our dinner heheheh

The Inheritance Game

I couldn't take this over now. Same issue as you, Sixsmith, i've got a lot going on haha. I don't know what she had planned for all the characters involved. I'd have to pick it up and start from scratch basically.

For the time being, i'll be on stand-by. Hope Mizuho's okay, i'll keep the roleplay subscribed.

Good luck to you're roleplaying endeavors everyone!

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Good luck to you John. I know that constant dead tired feeling all too well.

Jaspy said
In some ways, the boy's childish attitude warmed her and presented her with an opportunity to care for her to care for a friend. even more, she felt like an older sister to him and she liked that.

dawh big sister Jasper :3 haha.

Um so Fox asked so ay dis me hi hello sorry you can't see the entire outfit haha I never had the opportunity to take a full body picturrr. Happy Halloween by the way I never wished ya'll one :D

mad hater

Lantern

If not for the unfamiliar scent of the forest coupled with the sound of shrieking, Arin would have remained unconscious. The moment his eyes opened he knew in his heart that something was wrong, something was different. His sight was blurry but he could barely make out the outline of a tree. The boy's eyes shot left and right as he rubbed his eyelids, his body the color blue as it sprawled out on the metal platform. He felt both the cold metal surface as well as the soft touch of vines pressing into his back. He was disoriented both physically and mentally. Not once had he ever stepped foot outside his small hometown of Mayloom, it's buildings and roads were burned into his brain. Upon opening his eyes and taking in the scenery before him, slowly the reality of the situation began to kick in. It was painfully obvious the area surrounding him wasn't Mayloom at all.

"Where...am I?"

Any sense of curiosity or wonder from venturing out of Mayloom for the first time was drowned out by fear. There was no apparent danger before him, yet he couldn't help but feel afraid. The boy rubbed his left index finger with his thumb, caressing the thimble that remained on the tip of his finger. The action not only told him he wasn't dreaming, but also calmed him somewhat. Suddenly the thimble became much more precious to him now than it ever was back home.

"Who...brought me here?"

Arin pulled himself onto all fours, his hands and knees pressing into the cold platform and vines. For reasons unbeknownst to him it was becoming more and more difficult to breath with every second. He could feel sweat begin to form on his forehead as he frantically searched the area for something, anything that would prove he was still in Mayloom. But there was nothing. He was becoming less disoriented by the moment. This made him more aware but wasn't really a good thing, as his awareness only made his uneasy feeling that much more intense.

"Am I finally being....judged?"

Anise said "OWCH!"

Arin's eyes shot towards a young girl, pulling a piece of twig from her hair. The moment his eyes laid on her he could tell she was of royal descent. He had sewn together an ungodly amount of princess garments, but never had he seen somebody actually wearing them. He almost couldn't comprehend it. There was no royal presence in Mayloom, no kings or queens, just a man everybody called the mayor. Even he was nothing special.

click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.

At first Arin thought he had damaged his head, and the sound was in his mind. He stood up, and followed the sound of the noise which increased in volume as he approached the ancient tree before them. It was difficult for him to walk, he had to move slowly, otherwise he would probably trip. Pain was a discomfort he had the pleasure of never experiencing, however that experience would most likely have been helpful considering the situation. The boy tried to take a moment to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, to assess the situation calmly and with precise thought, but it was proving to be impossible. Arin's mind was racing at the moment, every part of him wanted to return to Mayloom, yet his entire time spent there he couldn't help but feel like he was waiting for an opportunity to leave. Not only that, but the presence of strangers was beginning to tease his ill mind. He couldn't help but feel like he had been dragged here as punishment for his dark thoughts.

click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.

As Arin approached the ancient tree which seemed to be the source of the noise, he practically threw himself onto it's trunk. His hands frantically moving across the bark as he searched for the noise. He was drawn to it, more so out of irritation and fear. He wanted answers, he wanted to know what had happened to him and why he was in the middle of nowhere. Why he had been taken from the only world he knew. Every click he heard was driving him closer and closer to madness, his anxiety was practically skyrocketing at this point and his breathing was rapid. He was unable to think clearly, and came to the inane conclusion that his family and friends had somehow found out about his murderous mindset and were finally punishing him. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

By now he could hear the sounds of conversation behind him as the others began introducing themselves. He couldn't confront people right now. Not the way he was. More so out of fear for his actions than theirs. It felt like a knife was stabbing his brain every time he heard them speak. Already the images of death were beginning to plague his mind. Arin pressed his ear against the trunk, his face scrunched up in agony as he crawled at the tree both at an attempt to silence the noise as well as his own thoughts.

click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.

Anise said "I am Princess Anise Sinclair or Riverforde. You may call me, Your Highness, or Lady."

click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.

Randold said "I do not know why we are here, my Highness, I have also just woken up. My name is Randold Breaker, only a carpenter as my father and my father before him."

click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.

Arin slammed his fist into the trunk.

"SHUT UP! PLEASE! BE QUIET!"

Lantern

Woo-hoo, team blue!

*celebration dance*

I'll get started on a post right away.

Lantern

Thank you very much :D

Oh I didn't intend on Arin using the scissors as a weapon or even having them during the roleplay, but your idea is great haha. That's perfectly fine with me.

Lantern

Finally finished ma characturrr, pls judge me

yonkers

Name: Arin

Age: 17

Appearance:

Due to his somewhat baggy clothing and 5'9" frame, Arin comes off slightly bigger than he actually is. He keeps himself relatively groomed, although his naturally messy hair makes it seem otherwise. His golden eye's tend to catch the attention of others, but never have they been brought up in conversation. Due to his occupation Arin's clothing is usually sewn with various pieces of cloth. It's impossible to catch the young man without a thimble on his left thumb, which he wears as often as one would wear a wedding ring.

Occupation: Tailor

History:

Born and raised in a small town known as Mayloom, Arin's life could easily be summed up in one word. Plain. His family owned and lives in a clothing store renowned by the town. It wasn't prominent to the point where they lived a lavish lifestyle but the revenue was decent enough for them to have a satisfied life. Tailoring is the family business, and second-nature to Arin. Days upon days have been spent inside a messy room riddled with cloth and string, both on the ground and on himself. It's safe to say a majority of his life was spent weaving linen or sewing a torn coat. His skill for tailoring has even surpassed his mothers, however it's not really something the boy prides himself on. "Best Tailor in all of Mayloom" not exactly the most jaw-dropping feat. Even so it's a hobby nonetheless and one that keeps his life occupied and off of other things.

Mayloom is not rich or poor, not exciting or dull, not pleasant or unpleasant. The soil is average and the winters are bearable. Everybody knows everybody. Nothing is kept secret except for that which remains behind doors. There's nothing noteworthy or quirky about Mayloom, it's merely a town full of people that are content with living amongst eachother. Not once has Arin ever ventured outside of Mayloom. On some occasions he was willing to explore the outskirts with friends on days filled with nothing to do but never had the opportunity ever arisen for him to travel elsewhere.

The closest he's come is your typical oddball or trader that often passes through the town with a story taking place in some bustling kingdom full of everything Mayloom isn't. When not in the store, Arin can almost always be found at one of two places. Either at Mayloom's local school, or a lake just a short walk into a nearby forest. He's made a handful of friends over the years. The lake transforming into not just a mere hangout but practically their second home.

Personality:

Somewhat quiet but not at all shy, Arin comes off as your typical young adult with a few minor quirks here and there. He's not one to start a conversation directly and usually avoids people. However, if one were to simply approach and engage the young man they'd find out that he can hold a conversation quite well. In fact, a few people enjoy talking to Arin because he listens attentively and will happily respond as if he's well aware of a variety of topics.

He's not truly knowledgeable, but knows how to maneuver around unfamiliar topics. This is due to the fact that Arin strays away from people in Mayloom yet ironically he's quick to approach and talk to traders, bards, pretty much anybody from out of town and is enthralled by their stories. Because of this wondrous outlook Arin has developed an admiration for books. After an hour of tailoring he's quick to lay down in a pile of cloth and enjoy a novel, good or bad.

Even whilst living in a town as mediocre as Mayloom, Arin has somehow managed to develop somewhat of a sense of humor. He's not some kind of joker, but given enough time he could make somebody laugh if he knew them well enough. The young man is also known to be quite handy around the town and will gladly go out of his way to help another for the mere sake of kindness and good faith.

Don't judge a book by it's cover. This is a phrase that bodes well with Arin's persona. Anyone in Mayloom will look at him and see a normal, mediocre young man. Arin see's the people of Mayloom from a completely different perspective.

At the age of ten, he witnessed the death of his grandpa. This wasn't anything traumatizing or horrific, merely an old man resting on his bed, slowly experiencing a peaceful death. His grandpa was born in Mayloom and happily spent his entire life in the town. Lying in a bed as his life drained away was the best way to go according to the old man. Arin, however, saw it in a completely different fashion. His perspective on life changed. In his eyes his grandfather had accomplished nothing, he spent his entire life a waste of space. It was beyond pathetic, and that was the fate everybody in Mayloom was destined for. Maybe everybody in the world was destined for it. To be born, to live a mediocre life and then die. It was pointless. If one doesn't live a fulfilled life, they shouldn't live at all.

The idea wasn't as strong at the time but as Arin's years continued in Mayloom and he seemed no closer nor farther away a meaningful life, he began to not only doubt the worth of his existence but others as well. He spent hours upon hours, daydreaming about not just his death but the death of everybody he had ever encountered. Because he had spent his entire life in Mayloom, the world was small to him. The idea of everybody on earth dying wasn't ridiculous to the young man.

As time passed, Arin grew to hate people. Those who spent their days doing nothing. Out of everyone, he hated his friends the most. Yet, ironically, Arin also grew to hate himself. He doesn't choose to have thoughts about hatred and death, he merely can't help it. It's what's in his heart. And so he hates himself for hating everybody else. This bipolar attitude has led to a sociopathic state of mind. Because of Arin's constant death daydreaming, he's naturally become sadistic, but he hasn't the strength or aptitude to kill or harm anyone in Mayloom. Only the desire. However, on some nights when the daydreams and thoughts were too passionate and consuming, Arin would sneak out in the middle of his house and murder various type of cattle and sheep using only his tailoring scissors. Every kill was sloppy and poorly executed, but it was enough to satisfy his mind.

Arin hasn't dared to confide in anybody about his dark thoughts and desires. Half of the reason being he doesn't know anybody he could trust with such issues, and the other half being he's afraid punishment for such ill thoughts would be an execution or some type of banishment. His life in Mayloom continues on, one day at a time, as does his burning desire for the death of all people. The young man is on the verge of becoming a psychopath, yet his family, friends and neighbors are none the wiser.

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yonkers

Name: Arin Ackerman

Age: 17

Appearance:

Due to his somewhat baggy clothing and 5'9" frame, Arin comes off slightly bigger than he actually is. He keeps himself relatively groomed, although his naturally messy hair makes it seem otherwise. His golden eye's tend to catch the attention of others, but never have they been brought up in conversation. Due to his occupation Arin's clothing is usually sewn with various pieces of cloth. It's impossible to catch the young man without a thimble on his left thumb, which he wears as often as one would wear a wedding ring.



Occupation: Tailor

History:

Born and raised in a small town known as Mayloom, Arin's life could easily be summed up in one word. Plain. His family owned and lives in a clothing store renowned by the town. It wasn't prominent to the point where they lived a lavish lifestyle but the revenue was decent enough for them to have a satisfied life. Tailoring is the family business, and second-nature to Arin. Days upon days have been spent inside a messy room riddled with cloth and string, both on the ground and on himself. It's safe to say a majority of his life was spent weaving linen or sewing a torn coat. His skill for tailoring has even surpassed his mothers, however it's not really something the boy prides himself on. "Best Tailor in all of Mayloom" not exactly the most jaw-dropping feat. Even so it's a hobby nonetheless and one that keeps his life occupied and off of other things.

Mayloom is not rich or poor, not exciting or dull, not pleasant or unpleasant. The soil is average and the winters are bearable. Everybody knows everybody. Nothing is kept secret except for that which remains behind doors. There's nothing noteworthy or quirky about Mayloom, it's merely a town full of people that are content with living amongst eachother. Not once has Arin ever ventured outside of Mayloom. On some occasions he was willing to explore the outskirts with friends on days filled with nothing to do but never had the opportunity ever arisen for him to travel elsewhere.

The closest he's come is your typical oddball or trader that often passes through the town with a story taking place in some bustling kingdom full of everything Mayloom isn't. When not in the store, Arin can almost always be found at one of two places. Either at Mayloom's local school, or a lake just a short walk into a nearby forest. He's made a handful of friends over the years. The lake transforming into not just a mere hangout but practically their second home.

Personality:

Somewhat quiet but not at all shy, Arin comes off as your typical young adult with a few minor quirks here and there. He's not one to start a conversation directly and usually avoids people. However, if one were to simply approach and engage the young man they'd find out that he can hold a conversation quite well. In fact, a few people enjoy talking to Arin because he listens attentively and will happily respond as if he's well aware of a variety of topics.

He's not truly knowledgeable, but knows how to maneuver around unfamiliar topics. This is due to the fact that Arin strays away from people in Mayloom yet ironically he's quick to approach and talk to traders, bards, pretty much anybody from out of town and is enthralled by their stories. Because of this wondrous outlook Arin has developed an admiration for books. After an hour of tailoring he's quick to lay down in a pile of cloth and enjoy a novel, good or bad.

Even whilst living in a town as mediocre as Mayloom, Arin has somehow managed to develop somewhat of a sense of humor. He's not some kind of joker, but given enough time he could make somebody laugh if he knew them well enough. The young man is also known to be quite handy around the town and will gladly go out of his way to help another for the mere sake of kindness and good faith.

Don't judge a book by it's cover. This is a phrase that bodes well with Arin's persona. Anyone in Mayloom will look at him and see a normal, mediocre young man. Arin see's the people of Mayloom from a completely different perspective.

At the age of ten, he witnessed the death of his grandpa. This wasn't anything traumatizing or horrific, merely an old man resting on his bed, slowly experiencing a peaceful death. His grandpa was born in Mayloom and happily spent his entire life in the town. Lying in a bed as his life drained away was the best way to go according to the old man. Arin, however, saw it in a completely different fashion. His perspective on life changed. In his eyes his grandfather had accomplished nothing, he spent his entire life a waste of space. It was beyond pathetic, and that was the fate everybody in Mayloom was destined for. Maybe everybody in the world was destined for it. To be born, to live a mediocre life and then die. It was pointless. If one doesn't live a fulfilled life, they shouldn't live at all.

The idea wasn't as strong at the time but as Arin's years continued in Mayloom and he seemed no closer nor farther away a meaningful life, he began to not only doubt the worth of his existence but others as well. He spent hours upon hours, daydreaming about not just his death but the death of everybody he had ever encountered. Because he had spent his entire life in Mayloom, the world was small to him. The idea of everybody on earth dying wasn't ridiculous to the young man.

As time passed, Arin grew to hate people. Those who spent their days doing nothing. Out of everyone, he hated his friends the most. Yet, ironically, Arin also grew to hate himself. He doesn't choose to have thoughts about hatred and death, he merely can't help it. It's what's in his heart. And so he hates himself for hating everybody else. This bipolar attitude has led to a sociopathic state of mind. Because of Arin's constant death daydreaming, he's naturally become sadistic, but he hasn't the strength or aptitude to kill or harm anyone in Mayloom. Only the desire. However, on some nights when the daydreams and thoughts were too passionate and consuming, Arin would sneak out in the middle of his house and murder various type of cattle and sheep using only his tailoring scissors. Every kill was sloppy and poorly executed, but it was enough to satisfy his mind.

Arin hasn't dared to confide in anybody about his dark thoughts and desires. Half of the reason being he doesn't know anybody he could trust with such issues, and the other half being he's afraid punishment for such ill thoughts would be an execution or some type of banishment. His life in Mayloom continues on, one day at a time, as does his burning desire for the death of all people. The young man is on the verge of becoming a psychopath, yet his family, friends and neighbors are none the wiser.

Lantern

Character is coming along, sorry for taking so long ;-; been dealing with halloween shenanigans and what not. TOTALLY excited to join in on this though :D i'm loving all of your characters. Bless your lovely minds.