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5 yrs ago
Current It's definitely weird coming back here after realizing I've cut ties or lost touch with basically all the people I've known from here, which were all some of my closest friends on the internet.
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5 yrs ago
It's been a while, and It's good to be back. Let's see if I can get back into the swing of things.
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7 yrs ago
Join my new RP, Kodomo-O-Eru Acadamy For the Tsukamu Artes! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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7 yrs ago
and can we please have an answer for Summer's important question: Can we ban me for being one of the straights?
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7 yrs ago
Summer clearly wasn't taking it personally. If anything, it seems more like you are, friend.
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would it be possible to play as a Draconian?

for those who dont know what a draconian is:
A draconian is a humanoid dragon, long story short, usually adept in magic, but they can only use one elemental type of magic (which will usually correspond with the color of their scales) Draconians could probably live on both continents.

otherwise I will use this:

Name: Daiedallynn Syre (referred to as Syre)

Age: 120

Race:Elf

Gender: Male

Appearance: Syre is about 6'5", with greyish skin and long white hair, though you probably wont see it. He wears long white mage's robe with hood that hides his entire face. He wears a pair of plate mail gauntlets imbued with magical energy, as to channel magic better.

Weapon(s): Staff of Vynndryjl- An ancient staff of wood and gems passed down through Syre's family, which, given the lifespan of elves, means that the staff is extremely old, it was rumored to be around when the elves first found out how to control magic through words.
An iron dagger- for close combat and whatnot
book of spells- written in the Elven language of magic, this book contains many of the spells Syre can use.
Light, fire, and earth magic- the three magics that Syre can use.
Biography:Syre lived in a small Elven village for the first 75 years of his life, until the town was burnt down by some raiding party, which was destroyed by a group of the towns mages, including Syre, who was studying as a mage. After this incident, Syre began to hide his face, taking on small jobs, like helping a small group get past a bandit infested area, and whatnot.
Misc: Just don't ask why his face is hidden.
I say if we reboot, we ditch the tourny, or have it already happened, or something, because given the slow pace it causes, it isn't a good idea to do a tournament.
After getting ready, Rayne walked down the stairs in his usual outfit, A black shirt, blue jeans, and his favorite black jacket. As he sipped a mountain dew he got from who knows where, he heard comments the group were throwing at each other. Rayne tried to give a witty retort, statement, or anything, but it just came out as "Gruuuuuuuuuuuugh" as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, the bags underneath which proved he didn't sleep much. 1:00 AM is not a good time to go to sleep.
There should be some sort of form for plants and animals we would like to appear regularly

Example:

Name: Blue pineapple tree
type: Plant
Description: It is a short, stubby tree that is quite wide, with its trunk about 10 feet in diameter. The tree rises to 8-15 feet, with low hanging branches, weighed down by large, blue fruit, resembling pineapple, without the leaves, and not as rough on the exterior. inside the fruit is grey-blue flesh and a pocket, that stores water mixed with sap from the tree, and other secretions created by the fruit, to create what tastes like sports drink (Gatorade, Powerade, etc.) The tough outer skin of the fruit cannot be ripped open, and must be cut open, rather then with blunt force ,which would ruin the flesh and juice inside, to the extent of the liquid becoming mostly a toxin, which is due to the inner hide of the fruit (which is deadly to humans) getting mixed into the liquid. The toxin is safe in small amounts, but if the dose were large enough (say ingesting 1/15 of the toxin that a fruit holds, which is possible if you blunt force the fruit open) you would die in a matter of minutes from organ failure.
Locations on the island: most areas on the edge of the forest, by the beaches.
this seems to be dying, sadly
Steven and his 2 mental compatriots were singing as "they" walked. "99 helpless victims on the wall, 99 helpless victims. Take one down, stab it around 98 helpless victims on the wall." At some point they had gotten to 45, and realized they were a bit hungry. 'We need food. And water. And food.' Said Greg, within Steven's head.
'Maybe there's some fruit around here, maybe some coconuts' said Susan. Steven looked bored, glum, or maybe just disappointed with the voices in his head. "Why can't there just be a McDonalds around here. Oh wait, no cash. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Steven laughed maniacally, as he looked into the forest slightly, and stopped, stunned at what he saw. It looked like a pineapple, atleast in shape, but without the leaves, and in a tree, as well as being neon blue. The tree was quite low to the ground, so Steven silently walked over to it, and plucked the fruit from it. "Holy... Fuck." Steven jumped for joy, before stabbing into the fruit with the shard of glass. what seemed to be a slightly blue liquid flowed out. Steven held it over his mouth and dripped some of the liquid in. ' Maybe we shouldn't drink it, maybe it's poison' Susan was as usual, being way too cautious.
'SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH, WE ARE THIRSTY, IF WE DON'T DRINK IT, WE WILL DIE.' Greg lashed out at Susan again, Steven paying no mind.
Steven was surprised by the taste of the liquid. 'This is like some sort of sports drink, it's kinda nice.' Once the fruit's juice ran dry, Steven used the glass shard to cut the fruit in two. it was hollow inside, a cavity where the liquid was, surrounded by soft, wet flesh, which Steven ate some of "De-Fucking-licious" Steven ate as much of the fruit as possible, before drinking the liquid of another one of the odd fruit.
Once He had his fill of fruit, Steven continued walking, until he saw someone, who seemed to be watching something.
Steven, Greg, and Susan debated what to do, though it was very one-sided.
'Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill' Greg was all in for killing the guy ((Vindle)) while Susan was silent, but against it. Steven grinned,but ultimately decided against it. 'What if he is of use to us?' Steven walked up in his orange jumpsuit, and tapped guy on the shoulder. "Hello Kid."
Rayne wasn't a big fan of pizza, so he just sat there in his silence, at the kitchen table, messing with the cards, and a page of ideas and formulas, and some equations.
A thousand plans went through his head, a thousand complaints to himself. 'Why the heck am I so cocky sometimes, why can't I just follow the plans.' Rayne grunted, placing his hand against his face, before he picked up his stuff, and went up to his room.
Steven laughed maniacally from where he sat on a rock, the voice of Greg doing the same, but within his head.' I don't know how the fuck we did it, but we escaped. We escaped prison, the cops, and the whole damn world!' Steven though to himself, overjoyed by the maddening situation that has happened. 'Maybe we are dead.' said Susan.
'Shut the fuck up Susan, your being as depressing as usual with your nonsensical ideas. your always like, Lets not kill him, oh lets not get in trouble with the cops, oh lets be kind.' Greg shot down Susan's thought as fast as possible, being the voice of evil that he was. 'Both of you, shut the fuck up, we aren't dead, we are just somewhere other than the prison, how we got here, I have no fucking clue, it only matters that we are here, and not in that hellhole.' Steven looked back upon the memories of what happened before they ended up here, wherever "here" is. Steven had gotten into a fight with a man, he didn't know what they fought over though, but he ended up with shard of glass in his arm, and an even larger piece in the other guy's neck. Steven looked at his arm, and with a devilish smile, pulled the large piece of glass out, it was barely in his skin, but it was a big shard, he could use it as a weapon.

He stood up from the rock, using his left hand to cover the small wound on his right arm, and began to walk across what seemed to be a sandy beach, as the voices in his head began to bicker again. Greg was like a devil on Steven shoulder, and wasn't much use for things other than shooting down Susan's ideals, as he was only a Demon on a Demon's shoulder. Susan was like a caged bird, useless, but kept for amusement. Susan was all of the good that existed within Steven, manifested into a personality, while Greg was all of the evil.
I meant humanoid versions of fantasy animals, such as draconians, which are humanoid dragons.
Well, it should be, but people arent posting
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