@Zyx looks pretty good! I feel like he might be a bit overpowered in certain situations, which tracks for demons. haha but go ahead and make a post at your leisure. :)
timelord1101
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It's good to be back.
STATUS: Had to google who won the super bowl. I guess congrats to the Cheifs on their second superbowl win. Go sports ball? I'm just waiting for MLB spring training 1 yr ago
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Had to google who won the super bowl. I guess congrats to the Cheifs on their second superbowl win. Go sports ball? I'm just waiting for MLB spring training
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Always remember you’re unique, just like everyone else.
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I get that. Roleplaying is my escape from the hell my life has been. PM me if you ever need to talk. That goes for anyone on the site tbh
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since theres still a bunch of peeps online, if anyone wants to join a laid back RP with some incrdible writers -> roleplayerguild.com/posts/3…
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yeah dude, i remember reading it all about 2 years after I joined, i keep it bookmarked for when new stuff gets added. it definitely helped me
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Hallo, bio update time!
Caucasian, Female, mid-20's.
I speak English, German, Russian, French, and still learning all 4 and more.
My favorite color is like a teal green?
My music taste is all over the place.
My good friend @Symstar99 introduced me to this place, and I love it so much, I keep coming back.
I'm into pretty much any role-play, I prefer 1x1 or small group but can also do large group/open. I love apocalyptic, supernatural, Sci-Fi, love and romance.
If you want to know anything or just wannna talk or RP, I'm just a PM away. ^_^
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Co-GM: The Tavern
Co-GM: Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess
Caucasian, Female, mid-20's.
I speak English, German, Russian, French, and still learning all 4 and more.
My favorite color is like a teal green?
My music taste is all over the place.
My good friend @Symstar99 introduced me to this place, and I love it so much, I keep coming back.
I'm into pretty much any role-play, I prefer 1x1 or small group but can also do large group/open. I love apocalyptic, supernatural, Sci-Fi, love and romance.
If you want to know anything or just wannna talk or RP, I'm just a PM away. ^_^
ROLEPLAYS
Co-GM: The Tavern
Co-GM: Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess
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Skeptical of him at first, Alex resigned herself to letting him take her down the hall. She didn't have much of a choice, did she? Alex swayed on her feet upon reaching the top of the stairs. ...fire... Static, it felt like someone was probing her head with a rake. Clutching the banister and the arm of this semi-stranger, she steadied herself. ...shadows...mud... Too many voices were starting to break through the fog. ...sadness...fool... She shook her head, trying to release the block in her brain, or to get rid of the voices, she couldn't tell anymore. "You're going to be okay." The man beside her whispered, and it sounded like he said it directly to her ear, but he barely moved as he looked over the main level of the building. Trust did not come easily to her, but for some reason Alex felt inexplicably connected to this man. Whoever he was, they had history. She felt like she could put her life in his hands. ...grope...chaos...loss...
She looked out over the floor of the tavern, almost begging for a familiar face. Any memory that would clue her in to how she got here. Or why she was here. Why had Redd chosen this place for her? Does he know Redd? ...saftey...blood... Her eyes searching every face, desperately trying to hear anything from the deep recess of their subconscious. ...damp...boot...warrior...rum... The static was thick. She could hardly tell the difference in most of their inner voices.
“Is there by chance a medic or doctor in house tonight? One preferably not yet inebriated. This lady here could use your assistance.” His voice carried a confidence that most mortal men dream of having. An almost still silence came over the room as everyone turned. Acting as if commanded by some external energy. Almost synchronous between the lot of them. ...blood...fuel... Alex narrowed her eyes and scanned the shadowy area near the hearth. Hmmm... I could have sworn... She shook it off. The awkward tension in the air was thick enough, she could almost swallow it. One by one everyone turned back to their drinks and conversations. ...vampyre...blood...black... Now she was sure. To many thoughts about blood, even through the static.
If there was a chance, she had to take it. Alex turned to the man, and nodded her head in the direction of the young woman. Sitting alone at a table by the hearth, covered by a cloak that was layered in mud. It was hanging heavily over her small frame, she looked almost unassuming, but Alex knew better.
The best approach is a direct approach. "Take me to her, please." she breathed out quietly, clenching her muscles in preparation for their descent to the main level.
@Dark Light@Pasion Pasiva
She looked out over the floor of the tavern, almost begging for a familiar face. Any memory that would clue her in to how she got here. Or why she was here. Why had Redd chosen this place for her? Does he know Redd? ...saftey...blood... Her eyes searching every face, desperately trying to hear anything from the deep recess of their subconscious. ...damp...boot...warrior...rum... The static was thick. She could hardly tell the difference in most of their inner voices.
“Is there by chance a medic or doctor in house tonight? One preferably not yet inebriated. This lady here could use your assistance.” His voice carried a confidence that most mortal men dream of having. An almost still silence came over the room as everyone turned. Acting as if commanded by some external energy. Almost synchronous between the lot of them. ...blood...fuel... Alex narrowed her eyes and scanned the shadowy area near the hearth. Hmmm... I could have sworn... She shook it off. The awkward tension in the air was thick enough, she could almost swallow it. One by one everyone turned back to their drinks and conversations. ...vampyre...blood...black... Now she was sure. To many thoughts about blood, even through the static.
If there was a chance, she had to take it. Alex turned to the man, and nodded her head in the direction of the young woman. Sitting alone at a table by the hearth, covered by a cloak that was layered in mud. It was hanging heavily over her small frame, she looked almost unassuming, but Alex knew better.
The best approach is a direct approach. "Take me to her, please." she breathed out quietly, clenching her muscles in preparation for their descent to the main level.
@Dark Light@Pasion Pasiva
Welcome back! I've also re-joined for the nostalgia and how much I missed writing here.
@Dark Cloud at the current moment (when your character asked for a drink), there is/was no bartender.
Edit: We are severely understaffed, if anyone wants to take a look at the staff list, we are hiring for all positions!
Edit: We are severely understaffed, if anyone wants to take a look at the staff list, we are hiring for all positions!
Hello all. Been in and out of RPG for many a year, saw this and figured I'd give it a go. If that's OK?
Absolutely, jump in anytime!
>Been thinking about getting back into this, but I'm not too sure that I want to use Lyren. They were always meant to be a short one and done type deal.
We would love to have you again, whoever you play :)
Alex rolled over so that she was laying flat on her back. Determination flashes in her eyes, the steel cold purple pools just glinting with light. She could feel the power, but something was blocking it. The voice from the door finally coming in clear, “Alex, are you injured? Can you get out? You need to open the door. Alex.” She scrunched her face up in confusion. Something about the voice pulled at the back of her head, but she didn't recognize it.
Rolling back over onto her stomach, she pulled her arms underneath her chest and felt a sharp sting in her neck from the movement in her shoulder. Just at the base of her neck, there was something sticking out from her spine. The whole area covered in a thick layer of days old dried blood. She felt that the area around it was inflamed and warm. Possibly infected. That would explain the headache. She couldn't focus on that now, she needed to get up and face the voice on the other side of the door.
Grimmacing from the pain that raked over her whole body, Alex pushed her palms hard into the cold metal of the floor and brought her torso up. Using her back against the wall to slide her body up, she was able to stand. She felt like she was carrying 50 pounds of dead weight. Atlas, with the weight of the world on his shoulders... She dryly scoffed to herself as she made her way towards the door of the pod.
As she rested her hand on the door, she felt a nervous ball settle in the pit of her stomach. She lost her powers, her family was torn in pieces, she's a fugitive from the most dangerous intergalactic organization. It's a gang really. And now she's here, with amnesia of all things. She sighed and turned the handle.
The door seemed to swing open of its own accord, revealing a shaply dressed man, poised to almost perfection, except the worried crease in his brow. Why is he looking at me like that? She eyed him up and down, taking in his features. Perfectly pressed slacks, not a single thread out of place on his perfectly tailored jacket. Deep dark eyes, almost emotionless if it wasn't for the rest of his face and body language giving away his concern for her. Does he know me?
She studied the mans face for a moment more before her eyes drifted to the... walls? She turned around to look at the pod behind her, the glass window still showing lush greenery from outside. Turning back to look at the man in the doorway, she pulled her hand up to her face, letting it rest on her hairline.
Confused, and frankly frustrated, she says "I don't know who you are, or where I am but I can already tell you," she paused and let her hand fall back to her side as she slumped on the doorway. ""I need a doctor. And a fucking drink."
@Dark Light
Rolling back over onto her stomach, she pulled her arms underneath her chest and felt a sharp sting in her neck from the movement in her shoulder. Just at the base of her neck, there was something sticking out from her spine. The whole area covered in a thick layer of days old dried blood. She felt that the area around it was inflamed and warm. Possibly infected. That would explain the headache. She couldn't focus on that now, she needed to get up and face the voice on the other side of the door.
Grimmacing from the pain that raked over her whole body, Alex pushed her palms hard into the cold metal of the floor and brought her torso up. Using her back against the wall to slide her body up, she was able to stand. She felt like she was carrying 50 pounds of dead weight. Atlas, with the weight of the world on his shoulders... She dryly scoffed to herself as she made her way towards the door of the pod.
As she rested her hand on the door, she felt a nervous ball settle in the pit of her stomach. She lost her powers, her family was torn in pieces, she's a fugitive from the most dangerous intergalactic organization. It's a gang really. And now she's here, with amnesia of all things. She sighed and turned the handle.
The door seemed to swing open of its own accord, revealing a shaply dressed man, poised to almost perfection, except the worried crease in his brow. Why is he looking at me like that? She eyed him up and down, taking in his features. Perfectly pressed slacks, not a single thread out of place on his perfectly tailored jacket. Deep dark eyes, almost emotionless if it wasn't for the rest of his face and body language giving away his concern for her. Does he know me?
She studied the mans face for a moment more before her eyes drifted to the... walls? She turned around to look at the pod behind her, the glass window still showing lush greenery from outside. Turning back to look at the man in the doorway, she pulled her hand up to her face, letting it rest on her hairline.
Confused, and frankly frustrated, she says "I don't know who you are, or where I am but I can already tell you," she paused and let her hand fall back to her side as she slumped on the doorway. ""I need a doctor. And a fucking drink."
@Dark Light
@MasterLink Hello friend, glad you could make it :D
@Dark Light
The tapping at the door roused her, but the voice came muffled. The pounding in her head was excruciating, she must have bounced it off the wall behind her during the crash. Redd was right, that fucking hurt. Her eyes still closed, she fumbled around the straps of her harness until she found the release button. In the darkness of the pod, she must have misjudged where the floor was or misjudged her ability to stand. She leaned forward from the seat and hit the floor in a crumpled heap. She opened her mouth to respond to the knocking, but the only sound that escaped was a broken moan that faded into a deep sigh.
The tapping at the door roused her, but the voice came muffled. The pounding in her head was excruciating, she must have bounced it off the wall behind her during the crash. Redd was right, that fucking hurt. Her eyes still closed, she fumbled around the straps of her harness until she found the release button. In the darkness of the pod, she must have misjudged where the floor was or misjudged her ability to stand. She leaned forward from the seat and hit the floor in a crumpled heap. She opened her mouth to respond to the knocking, but the only sound that escaped was a broken moan that faded into a deep sigh.
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