Yam I Am

I need my account banned

@Yam I Am

Is this actually a ban request or a troll?

@LegendBegins

Jesus Christ you guys are useless.

Just ban us and get it over with.

I need my account banned

Oh yeah buy Stand to Resist and Rosebud Unfurled

Unlike POOHEAD Jeep Wranger is actually a good writer

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I need my account banned

@POOHEAD189 You're a hack, a fraud, your writing isn't any good, your claim to fame is being a moderator on a roleplaying forum, you commission really cringe self-insert art of yourself plastered on top of Fire Emblem characters, you get the idea.

Bombs away.

Tales From the Heat Death

>To counter, there's no point to any roleplay premise, it's all imaginary and can all be given as much thought as the day's sunlight.

>With that said, you interested?

@Zyx

>unironically responds with "no u" in 2023
>still asks if they're interested in RPing

Tales From the Heat Death

>" I don't expect to see one-liners being a thing even with rules (and effort) being as lax as this, but entire novels are kind of hard to write for anything on or above Type IV on the Kardashev Scale too."

I got one:

There's literally no point to the premise of this RP since by the time technology is this advanced, this is well beyond even the dreams of post-scarcity theorists - and thus even the observation of this Heat Death means it either can't be true or that we can give it as much thought as you or I might the day's sunlight.

Spiral Serpent - A Jazz-Rock's Band's Story of Success

>No Modrý Efekt
>No Frank Zappa
>No Sex
>No Drugs
>No Swearing
>No Sexual tension between bandmates

Didn't realise there were so many jazz rock musicians in Catholic School.

A Queen's Search for RP Partners! (MxF | Craving Percy Jackson AU, Star Wars, or Naruto AU! | Ignore Post Count!)

Bump

Synphony on Highschool

But yes, "Good" GMs are strict, power hungry, masochistic jerks that keep an iron grip on an RP's direction. They give you the illusion of choice while guiding you to their end goal, like some evil mastermind or normal politician.

@BrokenPromise

Hey, you can't just talk about the RPG mod team like that, even if it is April Fool's Day.

I'll toss in my hat for this, just make some dumb fun bullshit for the holiday.

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

_{Interacting With:@Ithradine}

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Elevinthia always made a specific point to ride her own horse to and from everywhere she was required to be. She nary employed carriage or ferry - only when required by savoir-faire. She spared herself any servants or ladies-in-waiting. Those, to her, were the affairs of others, who could not in turn showcase even the slightest willingness to perform the most basic of tasks. That was a clear discomfort; One that Elevinthia had no interest in displaying, and one less weakness to parade about like it were something to take pride in. No - Lady Elevinthia performed most all of her own duties no matter how trivial, and made sure to let this be known: She was not one to be treated like a whelping schoolgirl, nor the likes apropos delicate princesses of faraway courts.

She took specific time to note all of her perspective classmates, eyeing them all up, one by one. She had to levy her eyes downwards to get a full view of most all of them: To be expected. Elevinthia couldn't hide her satisfied smirk. There was little hiding the fact that she took great pleasure in her immense height, and always found it so delightfully quaint when no others could quite measure up to her stature. At the end of her visual tour, Lady Pernachis cupped he hands together as she concluded and left, if not satisfied, then at least placated at what she had seen.

Only the largest of the bunch - a hulking mass of a man - matched her in height. Elevinthia frowned, noting the sheer magnitude of his bearing...and how she did not quite match. Humph. Secretly, she doubted his status as a student, believing that he was rather a retainer of some ilk, but soon dismissed the thought in her mind and simply made notice of the fellow before she had moved on.

Another had caught her eye, for lack of good grace in speaking, she thought with a light chuckle. The white-haired gentleman had his eye missing. Elevinthia hoped dearly it was for disease or accident - not for lack of skill. There was some mixture of what to think on this fellow, for part of her had felt some sympathy for the man, but only in the abstract: Elevinthia did not particularly care for whatever the station or feeling that he was feeling - here and now - but only in the story of how he came to be of monovisual constitution. She knew better than to ask directly.

There were more familiar faces to come, adjoined on their sides and in backgrounds. Another caught her curiosity: A raven-haired man, where he made general pleasantries to those in his company in light tones. Her eye slanted, narrowing to suspicion. To her, he had seemed oddly familiar, as if she had seen him before in passing, long, long ago. Yet she could make no recall of wherever this occasion was, and was left only with the hazy inkling. She would find out later, she noted, and moved her gaze onward throughout the little band.

She felt a compulsion to act on her instinct, wanting to know just where this hazy instinct came from. Elevinthia made ordained approach unto him, introducing herself with all the details in line: Proper, with a slight grin so just as to be warm but not assertive - with her posture so perfectly straight as to let it be known that she still just inched above him.

"Quite the lot, don't you think?" she introduced, flashing him a perfectly-practiced smile. Elevinthia offered him her hand.

"Elevinthia, of Pernachis. Have we been acquainted, perchance?"

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Elevinthia Alexandra Pernachis

_______________________________________________ Dossier - Full Name - Elevinthia Alexandra Pernachis Alias - Levia Age - 18 Birth Date - 21st Hallowed Moon, 762 Origin - Cretus Status - Heir to the Barony of Pernachi Crest - Minor Crest of Valyra Height - 6'3" / 188cm Weight - 178 lbs / 81kg - Class Info - Starting Class - Noble Preferred Fighting Style - Black Magic / Reason Equipment - Training Axe, Vulnerary Learned Spells - Mire, Thunder Personal Info - Interests - Singing & Dancing - Court Intrigue & Drama - Jewelry - Cryptothaumaturgy Likes - An evening of drink with good company - Coffee & cigarettes - Rainy weather - Dashing boys - Stunning girls - Sweet, sweet vengeance Dislikes . - Stubborn people - Disagreeable people - Being one-upped or outshined - People who insist that dark magic is pure evil - Being "voluntold" to do things

Appearance◢ Elevtheria is a simply commanding presence - Even by the metrics of her own family does she stand a full head taller than even her own older brother, only made taller with platformed boots and heeled shoes. Her faint, glowing smile is matched by a piercing set of crimson eyes, set with the stare of cold, prying analysis of one's every last move and bearing to glean for any usefulness. She keeps her uniform always presentable and in the most current fashion, enough such that all may behold it while in her presence. Personality◢ Indefatigable purpose, altitudinous ambition, silver of tongue, dual of heart - all admirable traits for the nobility of Cretus, and Levinthia possesses them all. Of all the Pernachis, Elevinthia by far possesses the most pure of hearts of her family. Compared to the likes of her hellion brother, her acrimonious sister, or the infinite scorn possessed in the barbed tongues and steeled hearts of Baron and Baroness Pernachis, Levinthia is a cherub capable of only kindness and amity. To those whose company she has taken fondness to, Levinthia makes sure to treat well, ensuring they are constantly pampered with inexhaustible supplies of gifts so perfect - down to the most minute detail - so as to think she may as well be utterly Delphian in her knowledge of her friends. Make no mistake, for Elevinthia is still a Pernachis: Levinthia is - for all her stipulation of savoir-faire, diligence and honor - notoriously foul of temper, known to harbor spite in her heart and grudge in her soul, holding onto countless vindications until appropriate revenge or apology is delivered unto her. While one is in her good graces, Levinthia is a righteous accomplice and honest friend, a true companion and invaluable ally. While one is not - a bad penny always turns up. Background Information ◢ It is nothing short of a miracle that Elevinthia has turned out as well as she has: By in large reasonable, comparatively tempered, cunning - and crested, at that. Baron Pernachis is a flamboyant, aggressive one, belligerent in demeanor in ways not unlike an intrepid wyvern guarding its homeland. The villagers often spoke in hushed rumor that the Baron of Pernachis, together with his wicked wife, one night made pact in the Witching Hour to cling to what remained of their hold, steadfast and praying to whichever fell God might listen that their hold would last for a thousand years longer; No matter how petty. Baroness Pernachis was the worse of the two; Her temperament was so easily inflamed that many believed her to be utterly insane. With parentage the likes of hers in a land brimming with constant feuding, it comes as little surprise that Elevinthia knew from birth what was set out for her, for anything meaningful to come would need to be made of her own volition. The Pernachis family is the barony beneath the patronage of Valyra - one of the hundreds of tiny landed nobility dotting the country, owing fealty to theirs higher in status and often at their mercy. Inch by inch, field by field, acre by acre the rightful tithes of Pernachis have been scratched and clawed away from their family. Elevtheria knows that the place for Pernachis is not in the reclamation of their petty fiefdom: No. It lie far, far beyond, in the keeps of Solitaire, where every last inch dredged from her ancestry would be repaid by the skullduggery til it all rightfully become theirs. The Wyvern of Pernachis shall roar before all of Cretus, and dirk and poison must provide what word and parchment cannot. For Elevinthia, there is much, much work to be done.