VarionusNW

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

waiting, post ignored.

The New Breed

@Espacole
So, you ignore getting shot at?

Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture

C for no reason, I've already helped win this twice.

The Tale of Billy Tilly

Billy Tilly decided to visit the local inn, the Ploughin' Pony. And then his skeleton burst from his body, killing him. The skeleton, now free, decided that it was about time to leave this swingin' brony sex motel and go become an economist. He went to the nearest hat shop and bought a nice black top hat with the money he got off of his old skin, several now dead hookers, and the wishes of little boys and girls. The black hat soon taught Billy Tilly's skeleton the basics of identity fraud to help his education as an economist. With his new tool, the skeleton went down the street pointing out frauds, until he pointed at a cop and was tazed right in the calcium. The men took him into the prisons but he was, however, soon released- as skeletons are very white. Now an ex-con, the skeleton wrote a book about economy from the perspective of a prison-bound human skeleton. Said book exploded in popularity and profits, inflating both his wallet and his ego. His ego got so big that it burst from his bones, killing him. Billy Tilly's ego went to find a new host, and found a small Kentucky boy named Tilly Billy who loved to play the spoons. Now, the spoons he played was a convoluted instrument that involved lining up a number couples spooning based on the pitch of their voice, and pressing them together using a complex piano-style machine that caused them to sigh, allowing the spoon player to make melodies out of sensual moans. The purchase and operating costs of this instrument had bankrupted Tilly Billy's family, but armed with Billy Tilly's demonaic ego, he went into poverty with the machine still thinking himself the best composer in the world. Tilly Billy finally died of STDs in 6900, Which led the possessing ego to go find another host in the streets of Brooklyn.

Who happened to be a teenage girl who had so many highlights in her hair she looked like a walking skittles commercial. This girl's name for Silly Milly, and each skittle-colored highlight represented her passion for the gay community. But she was in reality a cis-tranz neo-reactionary Nazi spy working for the Russians. Silly Milly had already successfully taken over Brookyln from the inside, and was about to catch a tram to New York until Billy Tilly's ego took her over. Billy Tilly's ego taught Silly Milly in the ways of the patriarchy, which have long been illegal, at least since the great purge of White men in 3030. She grew a beard, bought a two-pronged cross, and began preaching the gospel about how the Pope was a dick and men were the shit. One day, her sermon was interrupted and her soapbox kicked over by the Matriarchio Mob, who threatened to smash all her windows unless she started paying them 'Oppression Tax'. Preaching one last time, Silly Milly transformed Billy Tilly's Ego into a gay guardian angel to fight off the mob. The gay guardian angel battled the mobsters for twelve days and twelve nights until the eve of Leif Erikson Day. On the thirteenth day, the lord spake to the mob.

"Jet fuel can't melt steel beams" boomed the Lord. At that moment, the Lord exploded into 1,000 meaty chunks, which fed the patriarchal rebels for 1337 days, and 1337 nights. This event became known as the 666th Christmas miracle, and has been celebrated by patriarchals for thousands of years. On that 1,337th night, Silly Milly and her patriarchal rebels stormed Fort Cox, a place in which the matriarchy stores all of the male genitalia, where it can't hurt anyone.

The New Breed

@ViolentViolet @Blackmist16

Did everyone forget that I just shot at the rebels?

The Tale of Billy Tilly

Billy Tilly decided to visit the local inn, the Ploughin' Pony. And then his skeleton burst from his body, killing him. The skeleton, now free, decided that it was about time to leave this swingin' brony sex motel and go become an economist. He went to the nearest hat shop and bought a nice black top hat with the money he got off of his old skin, several now dead hookers, and the wishes of little boys and girls. The black hat soon taught Billy Tilly's skeleton the basics of identity fraud to help his education as an economist. With his new tool, the skeleton went down the street pointing out frauds, until he pointed at a cop and was tazed right in the calcium. The men took him into the prisons but he was, however, soon released- as skeletons are very white. Now an ex-con, the skeleton wrote a book about economy from the perspective of a prison-bound human skeleton. Said book exploded in popularity and profits, inflating both his wallet and his ego. His ego got so big that it burst from his bones, killing him. Billy Tilly's ego went to find a new host, and found a small Kentucky boy named Tilly Billy who loved to play the spoons. Now, the spoons he played was a convoluted instrument that involved lining up a number couples spooning based on the pitch of their voice, and pressing them together using a complex piano-style machine that caused them to sigh, allowing the spoon player to make melodies out of sensual moans. The purchase and operating costs of this instrument had bankrupted Tilly Billy's family, but armed with Billy Tilly's demonaic ego, he went into poverty with the machine still thinking himself the best composer in the world. Tilly Billy finally died of STDs in 6900, Which led the possessing ego to go find another host in the streets of Brooklyn.

Who happened to be a teenage girl who had so many highlights in her hair she looked like a walking skittles commercial. This girl's name for Silly Milly, and each skittle-colored highlight represented her passion for the gay community. But she was in reality a cis-tranz neo-reactionary Nazi spy working for the Russians. Silly Milly had already successfully taken over Brookyln from the inside, and was about to catch a tram to New York until Billy Tilly's ego took her over. Billy Tilly's ego taught Silly Milly in the ways of the patriarchy, which have long been illegal, at least since the great purge of White men in 3030. She grew a beard, bought a two-pronged cross, and began preaching the gospel about how the Pope was a dick and men were the shit. One day, her sermon was interrupted and her soapbox kicked over by the Matriarchio Mob, who threatened to smash all her windows unless she started paying them 'Oppression Tax'. Preaching one last time, Silly Milly transformed Billy Tilly's Ego into a gay guardian angel to fight off the mob. The gay guardian angel battled the mobsters for twelve days and twelve nights until the eve of Leif Erikson Day. On the thirteenth day, the lord spake to the mob.

"Jet fuel can't melt steel beams" boomed the Lord. At that moment, the Lord exploded into 1,000 meaty chunks, which fed the patriarchal rebels for 1337 days, and 1337 nights.

Crystalline | Mage Mafia RP

Username: VarionusNW

Name: Souma Gryphes

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Crystal Color: Souma's crystal is primarily silver in color, with many specks of other colors.

Allegiance: House Gryphes

Rank: Boss

Skills:
-Leadership
-Hand to hand combat
-Speech
-Negotiation/Diplomacy
-Tactics/planning

Abilities: Souma is able to control a number of elemental magicks, including fire, water, earth, air, and darkness. He is sort of a jack of all trades, and a master of none when it comes to this, as he is not very good at managing these in their raw forms. Souma makes up for this with an ability to easily summon and control elementals, which are essentially sentient energy. These elementals can take up a number of sizes and forms, though, the larger and more complex the elemental, the more taxing it is on Souma. He tends toward liking fire elementals the most, and steers clear of summoning dark elementals, as they tend to be the most taxing. Souma cannot control the forms the elementals take, he can only call them up using his own magical energy, which is basically food for the elementals, which allows him to control how large they are.

Weapons: Souma doesn't like carrying weapons on him, though he does occasionally have a dagger. He trusts the rest of house Gryphes and his elementals more than he does a piece of metal.

Appearance:

Personality: Souma is a respectful, and respectable person. He trusts everyone in House Gryphes, and treats them as close family, though he is not afraid to end someone if they turn on his trust. It's easy to say that Souma took after his father and became a very respectable leader, using the camaraderie of House Gryphes to push them forward, rather than intimidation and fear. Though, Souma is still rather young, and the stress of leading something like House Gryphes does tend to get to him. Don't be mistaken though, Souma definitely has a pretty good head on his shoulders.

History: Souma has lived his entire life as a member of House Gryphes, as his father was the last Boss. For much of his early years, Souma was just a cute little kid destined to run House Gryphes. From the age of six, to the age of 18, he sparred with his father, or another member of House Gryphes every day. At some point he learned how to summon elementals, and mostly used it for fun, until he nearly burnt a forest down while out with his father. After that, he used that magic with extreme caution. On Souma's 19th birthday, his father had fallen deathly ill, which threw the entire house into a panic. After a few months of his father's sickness, though, the House seemed to be accustomed to it. The mood was somber until a full year later, when Souma's father, the Boss of House Gryphes, passed away. Souma had no other option at that point, he was the boss of House Gryphes from that moment on. Even during those sad days, Souma tried to keep everyone's morale up. After being boss of the house for 2 years, Souma finally feels at least slightly accustomed to being the boss.

Other: "You cross me, you cross House Gryphes. You cross House Gryphes, well... you're already dead."

RP about stuff...and things

Holy shit, this kind of idea belongs in Advanced, not here, with the filthy casuals! Seriously, get the fuck out.

The Tale of Billy Tilly

Billy Tilly decided to visit the local inn, the Ploughin' Pony. And then his skeleton burst from his body, killing him. The skeleton, now free, decided that it was about time to leave this swingin' brony sex motel and go become an economist. He went to the nearest hat shop and bought a nice black top hat with the money he got off of his old skin, several now dead hookers, and the wishes of little boys and girls. The black hat soon taught Billy Tilly's skeleton the basics of identity fraud to help his education as an economist. With his new tool, the skeleton went down the street pointing out frauds, until he pointed at a cop and was tazed right in the calcium. The men took him into the prisons but he was, however, soon released- as skeletons are very white. Now an ex-con, the skeleton wrote a book about economy from the perspective of a prison-bound human skeleton. Said book exploded in popularity and profits, inflating both his wallet and his ego. His ego got so big that it burst from his bones, killing him. Billy Tilly's ego went to find a new host, and found a small Kentucky boy named Tilly Billy who loved to play the spoons. Now, the spoons he played was a convoluted instrument that involved lining up a number couples spooning based on the pitch of their voice, and pressing them together using a complex piano-style machine that caused them to sigh, allowing the spoon player to make melodies out of sensual moans. The purchase and operating costs of this instrument had bankrupted Tilly Billy's family, but armed with Billy Tilly's demonaic ego, he went into poverty with the machine still thinking himself the best composer in the world. Tilly Billy finally died of STDs in 6900, Which led the possessing ego to go find another host in the streets of Brooklyn.

Who happened to be a teenage girl who had so many highlights in her hair she looked like a walking skittles commercial. This girl's name for Silly Milly, and each skittle-colored highlight represented her passion for the gay community. But she was in reality a cis-tranz neo-reactionary Nazi spy working for the Russians. Silly Milly had already successfully taken over Brookyln from the inside, and was about to catch a tram to New York until Billy Tilly's ego took her over. Billy Tilly's ego taught Silly Milly in the ways of the patriarchy, which have long been illegal, at least since the great purge of White men in 3030.

The New Breed

I already shot at them.. so..