How many test threads I already Have...? *rhetorical*

[Bearded Unicorn]

》F L A W L E S S I M P E R F E C T I O N《
》F L A W L E S S I M P E R F E C T I O N《

Hestia shocked her head. 'I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home. Hearth...''

☯ Life is like a construction site XXXXXXXXXXX XXXXX XXX X

You grab your phone after te third ring... Unknown caller.
You: Hello.
A sweet melody cAn be heard on the background... Violins, flutes and a piano... A female voice starts speaking... The voice is so odd and at the same time so good... You never heard it before, but you heard each word as if they were a greeting from a childhood friend you stumbled upon during a casual stroll in the park.
???: oh, hi.
You: who's... Who's talking?
Five, ten second without a sound but the background music. You suddenly fear the other person, you wonder what they want... But the memories of it's voice were still fresh like pancakes in a family's sunday breakfast. And if you could hear it once more before hanging up...
???: Hahah... Don't you recognize me?
You: I'm not good with voices...
That voice awoke in you a long lost memory... A hot summer day, no school... You open the door to find a smiling mom with a fresh apple
Juice cup in hands... And everything seemed perfect... But now, it was all just a memory.
You: Who are you?
???: I'm home.

X XXX XXXXX XXXXXXXXXXAnd we are the builders❀
And we are the builders ☯

''My lady,'' Nico asked, ''why aren't you with the other Olympians fighting Typhon?''
''I'm not much for fighting''. Her red eyes flickered. I realized they weren't just reflecting the flames. They were filled with flames - bot not like Ares' eyes. Hestia's eyes were warm and cozy.
''Besides,'' she said ''someone has to keep the home fires burning while the other gods are away.''

[Bearded Unicorn]

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》F L A W L E S S I M P E R F E C T I O N《
》F L A W L E S S I M P E R F E C T I O N《

Hestia shocked her head. 'I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home. Hearth...''

☯ Life is like a construction site XXXXXXXXXXX XXXXX XXX X

You grab your phone after te third ring... Unknown caller.
You: Hello.
A sweet melody can be heard on the background... Violins, flutes and a piano... A female voice starts speaking... The voice is so odd and at the same time so good... You never heard it before, but you heard each word as if they were a greeting from a childhood friend you stumbled upon during a casual stroll in the park.
???: oh, hi.
You: who's... Who's talking?
Five, ten second without a sound but the background music. You suddenly fear the other person, you wonder what they want... But the memories of it's voice were still fresh like pancakes in a family's sunday breakfast. And if you could hear it once more before hanging up...
???: Hahah... Don't you recognize me?
You: I'm not good with voices...
That voice awoke in you a long lost memory... A hot summer day, no school... You open the door to find a smiling mom with a fresh apple
Juice cup in hands... And everything seemed perfect... But now, it was all just a memory.
You: Who are you?
???: I'm home.

X XXX XXXXX XXXXXXXXXX Where we are the builders❀
Where we are the builders ☯

[warded ricel]

I pray you to bear me witness that I meet my fate like a brave man.

Life. Greedy you must be, love you shall have, friend you may meet, yet uncertain you shall leave. My time has arriven, and for unknown reasons I departure. Love was once my aim in life, but once she learnt how to fly, there was no more meaning in stopping by, so lonely had my days become.
Oh, faith, I thank you for being pity of me. My love, the art, my love, the crowd.
For years, people have betrayed me, sold me, told me what to do. Never was I found, as since young I was always very cleaver in the art of disguising. Tonight, as a one last wish of a dying man, world, take my pledge.
Pillaging is quite a harsh word for such existing art… The art of theft, you may call it, but still, it’s grandiosity shall never be understood by those mere mortals. I dedicated my life to it, and now, I shall dedicate my death.
My plan is simple, as returning my historical prizes would be a waste. A challenge to the world. Let’s see you put that little mind of yours to work.
Fearful you must be, as there are no rules for this game. Use your brain, your resources. Let’s see how brave can one be.

XXXXXXXXXXMy best regards to the participants,

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSir Del’ir, the most wanted thief in history

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That letter could be seen everywhere. News, journals, internet. People would talk about it, rant, babble, whisper. Still, just few would be brave (or should I saw fool?) enough to step forward and say ‘’Count me in.’’
You could consider yourself one of those. Not that you were bragging about how you would participate or anything, you just intended to win, as a personal achievement… Not that the prize or the glory could hurt, though. Under the letter, there was a printed number. “If interested,” it said “call.”
Simple as that. And just as every simple thing in earth, sooner, it would get worse to the point of driving the weak mad. But confronting the possibilities, you grab your phone.

“This is your last chance to retreat”

The voice ripped your insides as if it was a sharp knife. For once, you feared, not someone or something big… You feared something as simple as a statement, a phrase. Your heart pounded against your flesh, scared, begging you to retreat. Your eyes were burning with the tears of fright, ready to any moment, run down your face. Your voice, trembling, was halfway through babbling the final words… “It was a mistake.’’
But something stopped you. Your brain remained rational, and scream, on the top of it’s lungs, for you to stop sobbing. Just a small phrase left you like that? What type of weakling you are? And, with a sudden rush of adrenaline, you pronounce your fate.

”I’m not giving up. Count me in”.

A heartless laughter, and suddenly, you hear nothing. It takes you a few second to realize the other person hung up. Even though, you don’t move. And when you finally do, you go directly to your room. It seemed all so unreal… And bearing those thoughts in mind, you close your eyes for a dreamless sleep.

[warded ricel]

» » » » » » » »[ L U N A & N I K O ]

I've been around the world
And I have seen so many things
I can't even tell you where I'm going
But no matter where I'm heading
And no matter what I do
Something keeps me coming back to you

Excuse me, you're invading my life. ❤❤❤

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[warded ricel]

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[Bearded Unicorn]

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[Bearded Unicorn]

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If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?
Would you call those friends you've never seen?
Reminisce old memories?
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one your dreaming of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you'll finally fall in love?
If today was your last day

If today was your last day
Would you make it up by mending a broken heart
You know it's never too late
To shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind
A moment in this life
Let nothing stand in your way
'Cause the hands of time are never on your side


“Do You fear the dark?”

I’m trying not to freak you out, as people usually find themselves keen on doubting my word or mere existence. So, being truthful to my own life experience, I can assure you one thing. I don’t fear the dark. In fact, I love it. It is the light that I fear.



"-Of course, an introduction.
A beginning.
Where are my manners?
I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. The question is, what color will everything be at the moment when we meet? What will the sky be saying?"
~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

'The last thing he told me was 'Have fun at grandma's, I'll be back by Monday' . . . And I'll be waiting for Monday for the rest of my life.' ~ Hold On- Good Charlotte

'We're leaving together, But still its farewell...
And maybe well come back, To earth, who can tell? ~ The final countdown - Europe

'One more "ever-after" will fade' ~ Bridges worth burning - After the Sirens

'Opaque fading eyes stumble in my face, Through the crowd I forsake
Demised I'm aside weaked by the lonely haze, Of no point, no aim' ~ RAMP - Alone

'you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself' ~ Sunscreen

[Bearded Unicorn]

Masquerade

Created by : Doctor Limatrix

Based on : The Surrogates

Status : Open / Closed - Accepting/Not

[Bearded Unicorn]

I N T R O ;

Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!

To an unknown tune, the couples danced across the room. Splendid dresses, bolts of colors, mixed themselves in the wilderness that was the act. One could get lost there, so mischievous was the moving… So silent was the ball. And the masks. Empty faces. Gazing at their own souls, and at the same time, scanning you, planning, dreaming, thinking.

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Since young, you carried that mask. Once in a while, you would change it, though, just like a person would, once in a while, change it’s hair style. But taking your mask was completely out of topic. No one would ever dare to consider that option… the mask… It was simply part of you, since you can call yourself a person at least.

The point is… You were happy, right? You had a house, a family, food, friends… And yet, you missed something. It all started when you dared to open that book. It changed your life. That type of book was prohibited by law, but the temptation to peek inside was just… you just needed to know what it hided. And the words touched you. Could there be such a thing in the world called a grin? Could something exist behind those masks? What the masks have been hiding all this time?

And one day, you meet them. Their name? Stranded. Their mission? Free the world.

What side will you choose?

[Bearded Unicorn]

R U L E S ;

Un. This is what people would call a conspiracy themed role play. Creativity is a must.
Deux. Violence and Romance are encouraged. Just keep it PG-13.
Trois. This is a Semi-Lit. Roleplay. No one-liners. Try to keep it above four sentences.
Quatre. When sending the character's profile, tittle your pm's ''stranded'', so I can know you read the rules.
Cinq. No God-Moding, killing or auto-hitting. Enough said.
Six. Use brackets for OOC, and if you're leaving for a long term, please, let us know so we won't interact with your character.
Sept. The country where the story happens is a Monarchy. The kings hardly leave the castle, and going inside it is nearly impossible without an invitation.
Huit. The story, mainly, has two sides. The ones for and the ones against the mask system.
Neuf. Have fun!

Extra info;;
This role play is more like a war. Two sides. The Stranded and the Pro-Masks. A silent war, in fact. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me.

[Bearded Unicorn]

S K E L E T O N ;

[imgleft] the URL of the mask of your character here [/imgleft]
[align=right][color= Color 1][size=19][b]• • •[/b] CHARACTER NAME HERE[/size][/color][/align]
[align=center][color=color 2][b]Numbers, numbers, numbers;[/b] AGE HERE [/color]
[color=Color 1][b]The mask can't hide this;[/b] SEX[/color]
[color=Color 2][b]Love, you say;[/b] SEXUALITY [/color]
[color=Color 1][b]What I need;[/b] LIKES[/color]
[color=Color 2][b]What I don't need;[/b] DISLIKES [/color]
[color=Color 1][b]This is what I believe;[/b] ALIGNMENT; Pro or Against the masks, the loyal citizen or the member of the Stranded[/color][/align]

[Bearded Unicorn]

Quote:

The civilians walk by the streets, unconsciously of the great war happening right under their noses. The truth, hidden for more then two hundred year: A silent fight...
The shifters, chosen humans, with the ability to become specific animals. A secret society, with an unknown boss. The fight, they kill, all in name of a 'better world'. No questions, no answers. They're dolls, controlled by the unknown boss, who secretly seeks taking over the world.


For more then three hundred years, they controlled the city, and always that someone got close to discover the truth, this person died. The city elders (despite from the name, they were young and vigorous), the only ones aware of the danger, hopelessly tried to fight... "A light shall come to illuminate the darkness, The evil shall decimate. Our hope, our life will be in danger, but we will fight, to be sure, the light will always be bright. A group of young people shall be born, and they'll bring with them the light!" those were the words Roger, the elders leader, prophesied in his deathbed.
Thirty years have passed, but darkness still rule over this country. Is this hope in vain or are the heroes ready?

[Bearded Unicorn]

✖✖✖--------------------------► αят [&] ℓιғє ::.

[Bearded Unicorn]

You enter at the job center...
Clerk: Hello, how can I help you?
You: I am searching for a job.
Clerk: You came to the right place. Do you have any preferences for your job?
You: I want something adventurous, where I can make new friends, good allies and good instructors.
Clerk: Interesting choice. Here, what you think of these jobs?
You receive a paper with a list of jobs. You skim the names on the list with no interest. Suddenly, you stop on one name.
You: cook, teacher, driver… Flier! Can you say more about this job?
Clerk: Well, I don’t really know how that name got on the list… but it says that it is a class "A" job.
You: And that means…?
Clerk: This is a job that is very hard to get. You need to pass a lot of tests. I don’t know any more, I'm just a clerk…
You: But what do I need to do to pass these tests?
Clerk: When they are searching for new members, they will come here and look.
You: And when will they come?
Clerk: At…
You can’t hear the answer because a person bursts through the door.
???: Hello! Is there a new group of people ready for me?
A lot of people came running and surrounded the stranger. You got closer to the clerk and whisper:
You: Who is she?
Clerk: That is Grvl, the leader of the space ship; she is the one who decides on who becomes apart of the ship.
You: She is the leader of the ship?
Clerk: Yes. And she doesn't like to wait here for too long, so if you are interested in the job, talk with her fast.

what will you do? talk with her to try to get the job?
if yes, click in the "join clan" button and see what happens!continuation of the story
if no, you are free to check out the clan, but you won’t have the job.



-First of all, i wanna make this very clear.
THIS ISN'T AN RPG CLAN
We have an RPG subforum, and the clan special rpg. But we aren't an rpg clan.

-We are on the first page but are falling behind, we will request that you make at least 5 posts in 1 week (can be bumps) and 10 in one month (introductory post+ post in the squad+ 3 random posts= 5 posts, that isn't hard, right?). We mean that everyone has to have at least 10 posts.

-We accept everybody in the clan, the only thing we ask, is that you have 10 gold in your account (believe it or not, we have some cases of people that can't enter because they don't have 10 gold... -_-).

- if you are already are in a clan, you are welcome to pop on in. we don't care from where you are. just who you are ^^

if you are asking yourself where the rules are, well we didn't see the use of posting them here. People know the basic, right? But why we wrote rules on top? Well because the number of posts ( 5-10) is a rule. Yeah, i know boring, but it is necessary.

Wanna donate? Don't donate directly to the clan because that money can only be used to purchase subforums. Send a trade to zero gravity clan named "donation". Each gold counts ^^

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