"Tiefer, tiefer... Irgendwo in der Tiefe, gibt es ein Licht..."
▼ A B O U T M E:
T Y L E R ♦ J U N E 2 0, 1 9 9 5 ( 2 2 ) ♦ M A L E ♦ S H E F F I E L D , U K
► Guild member since 2010.
► Previous usernames include Armani, Einhorn & Teen Idle. Yes, I'm an asshole. ► Also known as Raja over on Iwaku.
► Favourite genres:
► High fantasy ► Superschool ► Superhero
► I am most comfortable at the higher end of Casual. Advanced scares me. ► I consider myself to be an 'active roleplayer', and enjoy pushing for plot progression. ► My favourite GM is @Lord Wraith, and you can usually find me in any of his games.
Mason remained silent following Adam's scolding; he was annoyed, this really did feel like being back at school. All he needed now was to be beat up by a bunch of bullies and-- yep, there it was. Two assholes already getting into a fight. Mason just shook his head and looked elsewhere whilst Blackmore defused the situation; he recognised one of the guys from the boat, but the other was foreign to him. Regardless, he committed both faces to memory. He wanted his time here to go as smoothly as possible, and he had every intention of not falling into the wrong crowd.
Soon enough, they were lead through to the larger room and Adam explained that they were to complete some kind of physical warm-up to prepare their bodies for power training. To everyone's surprise, the room began to shift at the click of a button, with elements of the room's structure sliding around mechanically and opening up to reveal hidden compartments, from which obstacles rose. A fucking assault course? Mason cursed to himself. What was this, military bootcamp? Adam's reminder that students were not permitted to use their powers made him scoff; the idea that Mason's ability would be of any use tickled him.
He sounded a siren, and the rest of the students pooled forward onto the course. Mason looked at Mr. Blackmore. "Sir," he said, getting a quick glance from the teacher who was intently watching the other students. "I don't think I'm cut out for the course. But I do yoga every day, I think my body is already warmed u--", he stopped himself dead when Adam gave him a sharp look that said 'Do The Fucking Course'. Begrudgingly, and a little terrified, Mason joined the others.
Looking ahead, he saw Casper's familiar hair quite a way in front of him, and upped the pace in order to catch up. He started well enough, pulling himself up the cargo net and sliding his body between the logs at the top, then running along the platform and starting up the ladder. By the time he was half-way up, he was already exhausted. He pressed on, wanting to catch up with Casper and uneasy at the thought of disappointing Blackmore, which seemed inevitable.
As he made his way down the taller rope wall, Mason was already panting and has a painful stabbing sensation in his side. He was barely half way down the net when he slipped and fell the remainder of the drop. A few seconds later, he dragged himself back to his feet and dusted himself off, wheezing violently as he looked ahead at the other students and tried to catch his breath. This was going to be just as hard as it looked.
Rose is a mature woman, whose very presence feels earthy. Her brown hair is considerably long for her age, and falls in wild curls beyond her control. Whilst she was incredibly slender in youth, time has changed this; most of her figure was lost when she became pregnant with her son, but the depressive phase she endured following his stillbirth caused her to gain further. She is also relatively short, which makes her more plump figure more obvious. Regardless, she is confident in her own skin and as a result her beauty shines. A true English rose, her dark hair is contrasted by her pale skin and pink cheeks. She has maintained her teeth wonderfully, which lends her a warm and welcoming smile, bolstered by the constant twinkle of her eyes. Rose wears more 'natural' looking make-up that complements her skin, aside from on her eyes where she likes to apply darker eyeliner. Rose also has quite big ears, though they are usually buried beneath her hair. They are much more noticeable on the rare occasion her hair is tied up. In general, Rose is still pretty; her features are almost feline in nature, and she has a natural grace to her.
Attire:
Rose is a fan of long, flowing garments and airy materials, which trail behind her as she walks and make her seem to glide. She likes to drape her frame appropriately but doesn't like to be too hot, so this 'look' is more of a practicality than a desire to portray herself in a certain way. That said, she was a bit of a hippy in her day and the prints of her clothes often reflect this style. Rose usually wears comfortable Birkenstock sandals, but these are often covered by her long skirts. The colour palette of Rose's wardrobe is wide, but staple colours include black, red, green and brown. She has no tattoos, and whilst both her earlobes are pierced she only really wears earrings for more formal occasions.
Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:
Rosaline is notoriously chirpy, warm and seemingly carefree. She is the type of woman who is up at the crack of dawn, cooing "Good morning!" to her groggy neighbours over the garden fence as they collect their post. She is frustratingly capable in stressful situations, and will usually say something to the extent of "Oh well, these things will happen!" in the midst of disaster, before carrying on with a confident smile. Needless to say, to certain types of people, this can soon become very tiresome. What is perhaps more irritating is that Rose is seemingly oblivious to the fact that her campy persona might be annoying. Of course, like most people who seem 'too happy', Rosaline has experienced darker periods. Losing her baby and becoming infertile robbed Rose of an outlet for her strong maternal urge. As a result, this grew out of control and she is immediately loving, fussy and protective of any young people she meets; determined to fulfil some sort of mother role for them, particularly if they don't have parents of their own. A large part of this can probably be attributed to the loss of her son, husband and parents; she is alone in the world, and needs to feel loved. She achieves this through being constantly warm, friendly and loving to anyone she meets, desperate to not feel quite so alone.
Hobbies/Interests:
Rose fulfils many a cliché, and some of these include the ways she spends her freetime. Rose has a ginger Persian cat named Winston, whom she dotes on. She loves spending time with him and speaking to him. Aside from her feline companion, Rosaline is also an avid gardener; even in the winter months, she is growing plants indoors. Rose enjoys painting in both acrylic and watercolour, but this is where her artistic abilities end; her favourite things to paint are lush, green landscapes. She also loves her job, and takes great enjoyment from helping people to find happiness. Rose is something of a philanthropist and is known to arrange charity fundraisers or volunteer on events. Generally, Rose is a fan of anything that keeps her busy, even chores.
Skills/Talents:
Rosaline's biggest skill is her ability to help. She is a great listener and takes great pleasure in helping others solve their problems; and as such, she has become very good at it. She is good at staying calm and takes a very relaxed and carefree attitude to life; she rarely keeps to a schedule throughout the day. Rose has a definite greenfinger and can grow the best flowers, fruit and vegetable most people have ever seen. She's good at painting realistic landscapes, but her other creative work is decidedly amateur. Rose is an excellent cook and often includes her own produce in her recipes. She is very clean and tidy.
Prized Possession:
Winston, her Persian cat. He is seven years old and is ginger. Rose has had him since he was a kitten.
Quote(s):
"Good morning!", "Oh well, these things happen!", "Oh, jolly good!"
History/Bio:
Rose was born Rosaline Carter to parents John and Hannah in the rural village of East Wickham, outside of London. She spent her youth growing up in the English countryside and surrounded by animals and agriculture; her grandfather was a farmer for whom her own father worked. It was a closeknit family of which she was the only child. She attended the local Girl's School, where she was known for being a bright and cheerful character who extended a hand of friendship to all.
As she grew older and into her teens, 'Rosie' became Rose, and she found herself in the company of hippies. They danced freely to the music of Fleetwood Mac and the Grateful Dead, smoking marijuana and living vegan lifestyles. Rose was content, and it was in this circle of friendship that she met her first and only love, Eddie Marsh; that scrawny man with his tousled red hair and his loving green eyes. As they grew up, most of the friends went their separate ways, as is natural. But Eddie and Rose, by this point very much in love, stuck together as they left their days of hippyism behind them and progressed into adulthood.
Eddie worked as a carpenter and Rose a teacher at the local primary school, and within five years or so they were happily wed. Unfortunately, Rose's father passed away the following year, but he died happy having seen his daughter marry the man she loved. Her mother moved in with her and Eddie, as the couple didn't like the idea of her living alone with no other children to care for her.
Meanwhile, Rose and her husband were trying for a child of their own, and soon enough were delighted to discover that they were expecting a beautiful baby boy. They decided to name him Archibald John, after their respective fathers whom had both died. They painted a nursery together and Hannah provided them with the very same cradle Rose had slept in all those years ago. As the due date drew near, love and excitement was rife among the household.
But it was not to be, and poor Archie was stillborn. It ruined Rose, and she spent several years suffering with post-natal depression. To add insult to injury, the resulting complications from her miscarriage caused her to become infertile, and so much of her dark period was spent dwelling on the fact that she would never experience true motherhood. Over time, however, the first flowers of hope began to bloom. Of course, she would never fully recover from her loss... But the wounds were beginning to heal, and Rose felt like she could begin to move on with her life, much to the joy of her husband and mother. She even began to warm to the idea of speaking with Eddie about possibly adopting a child.
It was a conversation that never emerged, as other things began to take centre stage in the couple's life; Eddie was diagnosed with cancer, and it was the beginning of a slow decline for the man she loved. She had emerged stronger from the loss of her father and son, and stood by her husband every step of the way. As much as she longed for him to survive, she knew deep in her heart that it was not to be. Every day Eddie grew weaker, and every day Rose accepted a little more that she would one day lose her husband. The day he died, she was neither shocked nor traumatised; in some ways, it was a welcome relief from the pain he had suffered over those dreadful final years.
Naturally, Rosaline mourned for some time. But, like every disaster life threw at her, Rosaline discovered that this is all just part of the ride; "these things happen," her mother would tell her. Rosaline never looked for love again after the passing of Eddie, and she and her mother lived together for the remainder of Hannah's life until she died in the early 21st century. Alone in the world, but now much older, Rose sought out any hobby that might distract her from the pain of the losses she had suffered through her life. She found her one true solace in gardening, and would spend many a day wasting away the hours in the sun.
It was around this stage that her abilities manifested, and Rose began to discover she could influence the plants she grew in a way that was not human. She kept her abilities to herself and continued pottering her way through life, until she discovered an advertisement for a flower competition in Black Fall, USA. She felt compelled to enter, and did just that. Soon enough, she was on a jet to America, and what she thought would be a week long visit became a trip she would never return from.
Whilst in Black Fall, Rosaline discovered Academy 218 and her teaching credentials secured her a job. She has worked at the school for several years now, longer than many of the staff, and has extended her qualifications to offer free counselling to students in need of support and guidance. She lives on-campus at the academy with her cat, Winston, and has never looked back.
Family:
John Carter, father (deceased) Hannah Carter, mother (deceased) Edward 'Eddie' Marsh, husband (deceased) Archibald 'Archie' Marsh, son (stillborn)
Relationships
Adam Blackmore
Rose met Adam when she started teaching at Academy 218. They have taught together for almost a decade and Rose feels they are on good terms, even if she feels Adam is too hard on the students.
Ruben Tarblatt
Rose met Ruben when he first arrived at the school. She was the one appointed to show him around and she quickly warmed to the hulking flesh-thing, admiring his intellect and willingness to help. Ruben may be emotionally reserved, but as far as Rose is concerned she feels he reciprocates her feelings.
Harmon Rottlage
Rose met Harmon during his first year at the school, through his associations with Ruben. He is shy and Rose wishes he would sit for some counselling, but he is ultimately loveable and polite.
Mason Crawford
Rose met Mason recently, when Harmon brought him to her office. Mason seemed polite enough and was British to boot. Rose is looking forward to getting to know him a bit better.
Abilities
Power Class:
Elemental
Power: Florakinesis
Rosaline has the ability to control plantlife with her mind. She can use this to manipulate existing flora or to grow her own from scratch, if the conditions are right. She can heal any plant of disease and restore withered flora to a healthy state. She can cause plants to grow at an accelerated rate, often further than they would naturally be able to grow. Rose also claims she can talk to plants, though it is not confirmed whether this is actually a power of hers or not.
Limits:
Rose can only grow 'natural' plants from scratch; she can't create her own species. When she manipulates plants, she does so using her mind; the plants themselves have no sentience, and therefore she cannot cause them to uproot and walk around to do her bidding. She can only manipulate plants to do things they would naturally be able to do, such as grow, bloom or heal. She can cause plantlife to grow up to twice the size it would naturally be able to reach without issue, but any further growth corrupts the plant and quickly causes it to die.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Her powers work best when she is happy, and so a bad mood can render her temporarily powerless. Furthermore, a shift in emotion can also affect the plants around her, which react to her feelings. A sudden burst of elation would affect plants positively whilst a bout of anger or depression might kill of surrounding flora; as she cannot control this she consider it a drawback. Plantlife is highly flammable and can quickly be burnt away with fire. All standard methods of killing plants also apply, such as planticide or use of blades. She can't grow plants anywhere they wouldn't normally be able to grow, such as in concrete or stone; however in a desert she would be able to grow cacti, for example.
Rose is a mature woman, whose very presence feels earthy. Her brown hair is considerably long for her age, and falls in wild curls beyond her control. Whilst she was incredibly slender in youth, time has changed this; most of her figure was lost when she became pregnant with her son, but the depressive phase she endured following his stillbirth caused her to gain further. She is also relatively short, which makes her more plump figure more obvious. Regardless, she is confident in her own skin and as a result her beauty shines. A true English rose, her dark hair is contrasted by her pale skin and pink cheeks. She has maintained her teeth wonderfully, which lends her a warm and welcoming smile, bolstered by the constant twinkle of her eyes. Rose wears more 'natural' looking make-up that complements her skin, aside from on her eyes where she likes to apply darker eyeliner. Rose also has quite big ears, though they are usually buried beneath her hair. They are much more noticeable on the rare occasion her hair is tied up. In general, Rose is still pretty; her features are almost feline in nature, and she has a natural grace to her.
Attire:
Rose is a fan of long, flowing garments and airy materials, which trail behind her as she walks and make her seem to glide. She likes to drape her frame appropriately but doesn't like to be too hot, so this 'look' is more of a practicality than a desire to portray herself in a certain way. That said, she was a bit of a hippy in her day and the prints of her clothes often reflect this style. Rose usually wears comfortable Birkenstock sandals, but these are often covered by her long skirts. The colour palette of Rose's wardrobe is wide, but staple colours include black, red, green and brown. She has no tattoos, and whilst both her earlobes are pierced she only really wears earrings for more formal occasions.
Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:
Rosaline is notoriously chirpy, warm and seemingly carefree. She is the type of woman who is up at the crack of dawn, cooing "Good morning!" to her groggy neighbours over the garden fence as they collect their post. She is frustratingly capable in stressful situations, and will usually say something to the extent of "Oh well, these things will happen!" in the midst of disaster, before carrying on with a confident smile. Needless to say, to certain types of people, this can soon become very tiresome. What is perhaps more irritating is that Rose is seemingly oblivious to the fact that her campy persona might be annoying. Of course, like most people who seem 'too happy', Rosaline has experienced darker periods. Losing her baby and becoming infertile robbed Rose of an outlet for her strong maternal urge. As a result, this grew out of control and she is immediately loving, fussy and protective of any young people she meets; determined to fulfil some sort of mother role for them, particularly if they don't have parents of their own. A large part of this can probably be attributed to the loss of her son, husband and parents; she is alone in the world, and needs to feel loved. She achieves this through being constantly warm, friendly and loving to anyone she meets, desperate to not feel quite so alone.
Hobbies/Interests:
Rose fulfils many a cliché, and some of these include the ways she spends her freetime. Rose has a ginger Persian cat named Winston, whom she dotes on. She loves spending time with him and speaking to him. Aside from her feline companion, Rosaline is also an avid gardener; even in the winter months, she is growing plants indoors. Rose enjoys painting in both acrylic and watercolour, but this is where her artistic abilities end; her favourite things to paint are lush, green landscapes. She also loves her job, and takes great enjoyment from helping people to find happiness. Rose is something of a philanthropist and is known to arrange charity fundraisers or volunteer on events. Generally, Rose is a fan of anything that keeps her busy, even chores.
Skills/Talents:
Rosaline's biggest skill is her ability to help. She is a great listener and takes great pleasure in helping others solve their problems; and as such, she has become very good at it. She is good at staying calm and takes a very relaxed and carefree attitude to life; she rarely keeps to a schedule throughout the day. Rose has a definite greenfinger and can grow the best flowers, fruit and vegetable most people have ever seen. She's good at painting realistic landscapes, but her other creative work is decidedly amateur. Rose is an excellent cook and often includes her own produce in her recipes. She is very clean and tidy.
Prized Possession:
Winston, her Persian cat. He is seven years old and is ginger. Rose has had him since he was a kitten.
Quote(s):
"Good morning!", "Oh well, these things happen!", "Oh, jolly good!"
History/Bio:
Rose was born Rosaline Carter to parents John and Hannah in the rural village of East Wickham, outside of London. She spent her youth growing up in the English countryside and surrounded by animals and agriculture; her grandfather was a farmer for whom her own father worked. It was a closeknit family of which she was the only child. She attended the local Girl's School, where she was known for being a bright and cheerful character who extended a hand of friendship to all.
As she grew older and into her teens, 'Rosie' became Rose, and she found herself in the company of hippies. They danced freely to the music of Fleetwood Mac and the Grateful Dead, smoking marijuana and living vegan lifestyles. Rose was content, and it was in this circle of friendship that she met her first and only love, Eddie Marsh; that scrawny man with his tousled red hair and his loving green eyes. As they grew up, most of the friends went their separate ways, as is natural. But Eddie and Rose, by this point very much in love, stuck together as they left their days of hippyism behind them and progressed into adulthood.
Eddie worked as a carpenter and Rose a teacher at the local primary school, and within five years or so they were happily wed. Unfortunately, Rose's father passed away the following year, but he died happy having seen his daughter marry the man she loved. Her mother moved in with her and Eddie, as the couple didn't like the idea of her living alone with no other children to care for her.
Meanwhile, Rose and her husband were trying for a child of their own, and soon enough were delighted to discover that they were expecting a beautiful baby boy. They decided to name him Archibald John, after their respective fathers whom had both died. They painted a nursery together and Hannah provided them with the very same cradle Rose had slept in all those years ago. As the due date drew near, love and excitement was rife among the household.
But it was not to be, and poor Archie was stillborn. It ruined Rose, and she spent several years suffering with post-natal depression. To add insult to injury, the resulting complications from her miscarriage caused her to become infertile, and so much of her dark period was spent dwelling on the fact that she would never experience true motherhood. Over time, however, the first flowers of hope began to bloom. Of course, she would never fully recover from her loss... But the wounds were beginning to heal, and Rose felt like she could begin to move on with her life, much to the joy of her husband and mother. She even began to warm to the idea of speaking with Eddie about possibly adopting a child.
It was a conversation that never emerged, as other things began to take centre stage in the couple's life; Eddie was diagnosed with cancer, and it was the beginning of a slow decline for the man she loved. She had emerged stronger from the loss of her father and son, and stood by her husband every step of the way. As much as she longed for him to survive, she knew deep in her heart that it was not to be. Every day Eddie grew weaker, and every day Rose accepted a little more that she would one day lose her husband. The day he died, she was neither shocked nor traumatised; in some ways, it was a welcome relief from the pain he had suffered over those dreadful final years.
Naturally, Rosaline mourned for some time. But, like every disaster life threw at her, Rosaline discovered that this is all just part of the ride; "these things happen," her mother would tell her. Rosaline never looked for love again after the passing of Eddie, and she and her mother lived together for the remainder of Hannah's life until she died in the early 21st century. Alone in the world, but now much older, Rose sought out any hobby that might distract her from the pain of the losses she had suffered through her life. She found her one true solace in gardening, and would spend many a day wasting away the hours in the sun.
It was around this stage that her abilities manifested, and Rose began to discover she could influence the plants she grew in a way that was not human. She kept her abilities to herself and continued pottering her way through life, until she discovered an advertisement for a flower competition in Black Fall, USA. She felt compelled to enter, and did just that. Soon enough, she was on a jet to America, and what she thought would be a week long visit became a trip she would never return from.
Whilst in Black Fall, Rosaline discovered Academy 218 and her teaching credentials secured her a job. She has worked at the school for several years now, longer than many of the staff, and has extended her qualifications to offer free counselling to students in need of support and guidance. She lives on-campus at the academy with her cat, Winston, and has never looked back.
Family:
John Carter, father (deceased) Hannah Carter, mother (deceased) Edward 'Eddie' Marsh, husband (deceased) Archibald 'Archie' Marsh, son (stillborn)
Relationships No current relationships.
Abilities
Power Class:
Elemental
Power: Florakinesis
Rosaline has the ability to control plantlife with her mind. She can use this to manipulate existing flora or to grow her own from scratch, if the conditions are right. She can heal any plant of disease and restore withered flora to a healthy state. She can cause plants to grow at an accelerated rate, often further than they would naturally be able to grow. Rose also claims she can talk to plants, though it is not confirmed whether this is actually a power of hers or not.
Limits:
Rose can only grow 'natural' plants from scratch; she can't create her own species. When she manipulates plants, she does so using her mind; the plants themselves have no sentience, and therefore she cannot cause them to uproot and walk around to do her bidding. She can only manipulate plants to do things they would naturally be able to do, such as grow, bloom or heal. She can cause plantlife to grow up to twice the size it would naturally be able to reach without issue, but any further growth corrupts the plant and quickly causes it to die.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Her powers work best when she is happy, and so a bad mood can render her temporarily powerless. Furthermore, a shift in emotion can also affect the plants around her, which react to her feelings. A sudden burst of elation would affect plants positively whilst a bout of anger or depression might kill of surrounding flora; as she cannot control this she consider it a drawback. Plantlife is highly flammable and can quickly be burnt away with fire. All standard methods of killing plants also apply, such as planticide or use of blades. She can't grow plants anywhere they wouldn't normally be able to grow, such as in concrete or stone; however in a desert she would be able to grow cacti, for example.
I kind of agree. It's useful to have NPCs, for scenery rather than story. I like to be able to explain what people around me are doing without accidentally godmodding other characters.
Which is why I'm saying it was unnecessary to explain it to me. I was asking a very specific question about how the suit would effect my character, not how the suit worked in general.
<Snipped quote by Tyler>
I never said the suits were intended to do either of those things.
I didn't mean help as in bolster, I meant help as in improve the conditions of living with said power. Like the Human Torch's suit is flame proof so he doesn't end up naked every time he flames on, the Invisible Woman's suit is capable of vanishing just as she does, The Thing's is large stretchy and durable so he doesn't rip it to pieces, and Reid Richard's can stretch to enormous lengths.
I quite handily linked you to a video which showed how a suit may stretch to enormous lengths, withstand incredible temperatures and vanish from sight. The suits are built to accommodate the powers, not to improve them nor suppress them.
[center][h3][i]"Tiefer, tiefer... Irgendwo in der Tiefe, gibt es ein Licht..."[/i][/h3][hr][img]http://i64.tinypic.com/34dq0d4.jpg[/img][/center][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ A B O U T M E:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][center][h3][sup][sup]T Y L E R [color=SLATEGRAY]♦[/color] J U N E 2 0, 1 9 9 5 ( 2 2 ) [color=SLATEGRAY]♦[/color] M A L E [color=SLATEGRAY]♦[/color] S H E F F I E L D , U K[/sup][/sup][/h3][/center][indent]► Guild member since 2010.[indent]► Previous usernames include [i]Armani[/i], [i]Einhorn[/i] & [i]Teen Idle[/i]. Yes, I'm an asshole.
► Also known as [i]Raja[/i] over on Iwaku.[/indent]
► Favourite genres:
[indent]► High fantasy
► Superschool
► Superhero[/indent]
► I am most comfortable at the higher end of Casual. Advanced scares me.
► I consider myself to be an 'active roleplayer', and enjoy pushing for plot progression.
► My favourite GM is [@Lord Wraith], and you can usually find me in any of his games.
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► Kit Renard - [i]Coming Soon...[/i][/indent]
► [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/157985-absolute-comics-a-brave-new-world/ic][b]Absolute Comics: A Brave New World[/b][/url] by [@Lord Wraith][indent]► [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4111080]Poison Ivy[/url][/indent]
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[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ F R I E N D S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][center][h3][sup][sup]I T R I C K E D T H E S E P E O P L E I N T O L I K I N G M E :[/sup][/sup][/h3][@Lord Wraith] ♦ [@Roman] ♦ [@Hillan] ♦ [@Stein] ♦ [@Wade Wilson]
[sub]That's literally it.[/sub][/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-i">"Tiefer, tiefer... Irgendwo in der Tiefe, gibt es ein Licht..."</span></div><hr class="bb-hr"><img src="http://i64.tinypic.com/34dq0d4.jpg" /></div><font color="slategray"><div class="bb-indent"><span class="bb-b"><sup><sub><div class="bb-h3">▼ A B O U T M E:</div></sub></sup></span></div><hr class="bb-hr"></font><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><sup><sup>T Y L E R <font color="slategray">♦</font> J U N E 2 0, 1 9 9 5 ( 2 2 ) <font color="slategray">♦</font> M A L E <font color="slategray">♦</font> S H E F F I E L D , U K</sup></sup></div></div><div class="bb-indent">► Guild member since 2010.<div class="bb-indent">► Previous usernames include <span class="bb-i">Armani</span>, <span class="bb-i">Einhorn</span> & <span class="bb-i">Teen Idle</span>. Yes, I'm an asshole.<br>► Also known as <span class="bb-i">Raja</span> over on Iwaku.</div> <br>► Favourite genres:<br><div class="bb-indent">► High fantasy<br>► Superschool<br>► Superhero</div><br>► I am most comfortable at the higher end of Casual. Advanced scares me.<br>► I consider myself to be an 'active roleplayer', and enjoy pushing for plot progression.<br>► My favourite GM is <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/lord-wraith">@Lord Wraith</a>, and you can usually find me in any of his games.</div><br><font color="slategray"><div class="bb-indent"><span class="bb-b"><sup><sub><div class="bb-h3">▼ C U R R E N T R O L E P L A Y S:</div></sub></sup></span></div><hr class="bb-hr"></font><div class="bb-indent">► <a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/142234-crestwood-hollow/ic"><span class="bb-b">Crestwood Hollow</span></a> by <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/lord-wraith">@Lord Wraith</a><div class="bb-indent">► <a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/142234-crestwood-hollow/char#post-3891258">Aiden McKenna</a><br>► Kit Renard - <span class="bb-i">Coming Soon...</span></div><br>► <a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/157985-absolute-comics-a-brave-new-world/ic"><span class="bb-b">Absolute Comics: A Brave New World</span></a> by <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/lord-wraith">@Lord Wraith</a><div class="bb-indent">► <a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4111080">Poison Ivy</a></div></div><br><font color="slategray"><div class="bb-indent"><span class="bb-b"><sup><sub><div class="bb-h3">▼ F R I E N D S:</div></sub></sup></span></div><hr class="bb-hr"></font><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><sup><sup>I T R I C K E D T H E S E P E O P L E I N T O L I K I N G M E :</sup></sup></div><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/lord-wraith">@Lord Wraith</a> ♦ <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/roman">@Roman</a> ♦ <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/hillan">@Hillan</a> ♦ <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/stein">@Stein</a> ♦ <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/wade-wilson">@Wade Wilson</a><br><sub>That's literally it.</sub></div><br><br></div>