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Hello fellow Guild members. I'm Zmerr. I love to roleplay. I am very loyal to my roleplays and will honestly let you know when or if I have lost interest. In return, I trust that anyone I may be playing with does the same. I play a wide range of settings with the exception of most supernatural themes. I am almost always willing to try new things and love originality. I'm easy-going and I'm not particularly picky about grammar, though I take pride in my own. I can post anywhere from one sentence to ten paragraphs depending on the situation, though I try to keep it in a range of two to five paragraphs.
Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.
Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.
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He's typically nice, but sometimes it doesn't quite come across that way. He really tries and he's been getting better.
"Yeah. There was a huge fire. It burned up a huge chunk of the stable." Zmerr sat down at the desk, handing Pyria the letter. "That's a request to build a new stable altogether. Plans are included." He started taking acceptance letters from students and writing their names down. He handed each their appropriate schedules and rooming assignments. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He looked at a droppy-eyed Pyria.
I hope my entrance is a help in that area. I'm interested in getting to know her as well as mingling with the other characters again. Zmerr is feeling lonely :(
I can help with that. PM me when you get the chance. I'm on like all the time.
That would certainly make things interesting :)
Zmerr walked up to the school, letter and stable plans in hand. He'd take it to Archmagister Cadmus' mail box. He hoped he'd see it soon so that he could get started already so that he would have it finished by winter.
He passed the registrar's office. He paused and turned back around. He stopped at the office this time. Inside were a few new students and Pyria.
"Good day, Lady Pyria." He smiled and gave her a playful bow. "How goes the influx of newbies today?" He leaned on the desk and watched as she pulled paperwork together for a human girl. "Need some help?" He asked when he noticed the slight fire of annoyance in Pyria's eyes.
He passed the registrar's office. He paused and turned back around. He stopped at the office this time. Inside were a few new students and Pyria.
"Good day, Lady Pyria." He smiled and gave her a playful bow. "How goes the influx of newbies today?" He leaned on the desk and watched as she pulled paperwork together for a human girl. "Need some help?" He asked when he noticed the slight fire of annoyance in Pyria's eyes.
"Well, I DID offer to make you a power generator. However, if you need work done around here, perhaps I could help you out. But, if you put me to work, I think I'd need more than a deer leg. I have my own work to do." Zmerr started heading towards the door as it was getting dark. "We might have to discuss this later. Keep the deer leg for now as insurance that I'll be back tomorrow." Zmerr smiled hoping he looked friendly with his pointed teeth.
After leaving, Zmerr started running home. It was about this time that most predators were coming out. It's about the time their prey was getting tired and looking for a place to hunker down for the night. Zmerr took his plasma pistol out of its holster just in case some animal decided he was among that sleepy prey.
Once home, he went to the hut where he stored his food. It was a great place to store food because it was in a clearing. during the day, the sun would keep it warm and dry. Perfect for keeping jerky. Any fruits or vegetables would be placed in a room in the ruins he'd reserved specifically for perishables.
Something was off. It looked as though someone had gotten inside. That wasn't an easy task. He'd put multiple animal proof "Locks" on it to keep rodents and scavengers out of his jerky and grain. But it looked as though someone had broken through them and forced the door open. It had to be a "someone" because no animal was smart or strong enough to get through that.
He slowly pulled the door open letting the barrel of the pistol enter before him. He pushed the button on the bottom of the handle to turn on the flashlight. At first he couldn't see anything, but then there were faint lines in the hay on the floor that looked as though someone had dragged themselves into his hut. Whoever it was was probably injured.
"Who's there?" Zmerr demanded. "You don't belong here."
After leaving, Zmerr started running home. It was about this time that most predators were coming out. It's about the time their prey was getting tired and looking for a place to hunker down for the night. Zmerr took his plasma pistol out of its holster just in case some animal decided he was among that sleepy prey.
Once home, he went to the hut where he stored his food. It was a great place to store food because it was in a clearing. during the day, the sun would keep it warm and dry. Perfect for keeping jerky. Any fruits or vegetables would be placed in a room in the ruins he'd reserved specifically for perishables.
Something was off. It looked as though someone had gotten inside. That wasn't an easy task. He'd put multiple animal proof "Locks" on it to keep rodents and scavengers out of his jerky and grain. But it looked as though someone had broken through them and forced the door open. It had to be a "someone" because no animal was smart or strong enough to get through that.
He slowly pulled the door open letting the barrel of the pistol enter before him. He pushed the button on the bottom of the handle to turn on the flashlight. At first he couldn't see anything, but then there were faint lines in the hay on the floor that looked as though someone had dragged themselves into his hut. Whoever it was was probably injured.
"Who's there?" Zmerr demanded. "You don't belong here."
cool :)
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That's fine. I'm just clarifying it now because I failed to earlier. I'm not upset or anything because it's been kept pretty moderate thus far, but I figured I'd say something just in case.
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