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3 yrs ago
Current Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today.
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7 yrs ago
Word of the Day: Overcome.
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7 yrs ago
Also checked out Myriad Reality, I think they are trying to build some kind of computer consciousness over there via IC posts.
7 yrs ago
Get ready for an unusually low volume of likes then, you so-and-so.
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7 yrs ago
Can someone ironically praise me please? Thank you!
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I’ve moved. I don’t have the same number anymore.

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Fixed, but can't find a picture I want...
I believe I spent the 48 points...
Name: Daxius Drake
Race: Human
Class: Rogue

Background: Daxius, he is quiet. Ever sins his childhood the amount he would speak was minimal, so he leanred that what ever he rarely said had to be worth saying, and people listened. He was raised in the cave city of Antium, where the only light came from glowing mushrooms and holes in the ceiling and shadows were plentiful, he learned the arts of stealth and warriorhood there, in the guts of the earth and he vowed he'd never use them for unjust things.

Quest: Daxius is interested in one thing: living the rest of his life contempt with himself, he doesn't care where, how or in whoever's company he just wants to be contempt.

Appearance: 

(this armor with chainmail beneath, his face is a pale white with medium dark brown hair and green eyes, he has a slender and slightly muscular body, he also has an eye patch. He also has tattooed to his chest a pair of broken wings. His ears are batlike/elven.)
Inventory: 
- 6 throwing knives.
- An iron rapier.
- Green leather cuirass with light chain-mail beneath.
-A book: The Iron Vangaurd
Other: 10 gold
 
Hp: 4
Mana: 1

Strength
-Unarmed 1
-Throwing 1
-Melee 5
-Intimidation 3
Range
-Long 0
-Hand 2
-Small 1
-Explosives 3
Intelligence
-Light Magic 1
-Dark Magic 0
-Perception 5
-Knowledge 4
Diplomacy
-Barter 1
-Courage 3
-Leadership 2
-Charisma 3
Survival
-Reflex 4
-First Aid 0
-Stamina 2
-Crafting 0
Stealth
-Steal 0 + 1
-Stealth 3 +1
-Lockpick 0 + 1
-Agility 4 + 1

 
Actually radioactive fallout from large scale nuclear warfare can remain in the upper atmosphere for a long time, and would be disturbed lower by change in pressure if clouds develop below.
IC done, sorry if it's a bit short, I ain't confident with my writing skills to write a long one.
The sounds of automatic gun fire sounded to life in the near distance, peter was sat on a rusty swing set, the rain starting pour heavily as black clouds filled the sky, obscuring the stars and moon, making it dark.
"perfect" he whispered to himself in deep voice.
With a mighty swing forward he carried himself into the air and off the seat, sending splashes of muddy water on his boots. The Gieger counter in his bag clicked gently, radioactive rain. The fallout still hadn't completely dissipated from the upper atmosphere and so it rained. Peter had his .45 out and started to creep through the mud and shadows of the building raising by his side, toppled monoliths of an age long gone. The sounds of gunfire started to become louder the more he moved the way he was going, the echos of screams and shouts starting to become audible over the din of automatic kalashinikov fire.
"Aurora's End" he whispered under his breath in a thick scottish accent, watching gunman after gunman entering through the main gates, spraying rapid fire jolts of lead with no visible aim.
Suddenly a crack of lightning branched across the sky, the sheer volume of the thunder causing his ears to ring, it gave him an idea. He waited patiently behind a slab of fallen concrete for the next crack of lightening, when it came he hold his breath and sighted down a bandit, when the sound of thunder came he pulled back the trigger sending the lead fly, hitting the gunman's center of mass sending him down. He repeated the process and by the time his magazine was dry the rain was clearing.
Peter stood up from behind his cover and started to open fire ok the confused assailants, as they tried to look for "the sniper".
A bullet slammed into his shoulder sending him down, he crawled behind cover as the bandits openned fire, chipping bits of the ancient concrete as the bullets impacted.
Evershadow accepted my character over PM, i will now Start my IC.
One of the ICs has 50!
I'm probably gonna have to trade with the morphine.
I'm probably gonna have to trade with the morphine.
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