Testing, Maybe? [~No Posting, Please~]

[Lemur Kanon]

HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!GOOÐ/B₳Ð LISŦSHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!

None on either list, yet.

[Lemur Kanon]

HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!ΛИИOUИCЄMЄИŦSHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!

This contains information on events in the RP,
and the date && time.
Please, check back here often,
just in case I find something important to say here.
Plus, it's good to know what time it is in the RP.

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No Announcements So Far

[Lemur Kanon]

HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!LINKS OUT

PROFILES::
[Here]

OoC::
[Here]

[Lemur Kanon]

ЯЄSЄЯVЄÐ

[Lemur Kanon]

HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!Jacques

HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!Schuy

♠ You can call me Jack.


♠ I'm nineteen years old. Jealous?


♠ I was born February thirteenth.

♠ I happen to be a guy.


♠ I like the guys.


♠ I'm five feet and four inches tall.

♠ I weigh 114 pounds.


♠ I'm known to really like snow, cinnamon, pumpkin pie, baking, watching the acts and on the rare occasion taking part in them.


♠ I really don't like spicy foods, hot weather, country music, embarrassing situations and anything with more than four legs.

♠ To start out, I was born into a relatively normal family, aside from my parents being hippies. They had the long hair; the large shaded glasses; tye-dye clothes; anything you can think of for a hippie, they had. Including the typical hippie bus with flowers painted on it. They'd named it FP when they got it, too. Don't know what that stands for? Flower Power. Yes, my parents were relatively normal, aside from their being extreme hippies in this new day and age.

When I was about seven, I started noticing that I could hit any target, with anything I threw, as long as that's what I aimed at. I could throw a rock from across a field and hit a bully in the head with it (which I'd actually done a couple times). My parents were amazed, and soon got me into learning to shoot a bow. I have no idea why, as they were hippies, but they just did. Something it just being a sport, and they trusted me not to hit people.

At the age of twelve, things were going great for me. I'd developed skills in shooting an arrow, and I'd actually moved on to sword fighting. Again, why my parents aloud this, I have no idea. Some messed up hippies, they were. Anyways, with that, I learned to fight better with a sword (even though it mattered not at all what with guns and things around) than any other opponent my teachers put me up again. Then, it happened. When I was fourteen, I was sitting in the back of FP, my mom and dad in the front, when we got in a wreck. They died. I lost my left eye. It's all a sad story that I hate going over.

I was shipped around from foster home to foster home, my abilities no longer meaning anything even in competitions. I was a freak to all of the new "parents," the son of the hippies, and a boy that happens to like to dress... eccentually (meaning I like bright colors mixed with extremely dark). Eventually, I graduated high school, barely, and found the café. I almost became on the acts, as a knife thrower, but my stage-fright meant that I couldn't exactly go up often. So, I went with working as one of the chefs, and I've loved my decision ever since. It's weird, but I'm one of the most normal people who work the night shift.


♠ I'm the type To usually keep to myself, out of habit. Four years of passing from house to house made me a quiet, reserved person, but I don't dislike that about myself at all; it means my mouth doesn't get me into trouble. I'm typically the one in the extremely large kitchen keeping to himself and just making pastries for customers. I would work the counter, but as I've said, I'm not very talkative or social. On the rare occasion, I help or do one of the acts for the café, and once I get over the nerves, it's a lot of fun. But, I still prefer baking.


♠ I really don't like no one. I don't normally talk much, so I don't even really get the chance to make enemies.

♠ I actually kind of like no one, really. Again, I don't talk much, and I tend to keep to myself.


♠ And, lastly, I live life as a pastry chef, and occasional performer, at the café.

[Lemur Kanon]

Cαƒé dε l'étяαηgε (Y₳OI)HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!

OoC

HiHiHiHiHiHi!Original RP By:: visible invisible lemur



HiHiHiHiHiHi!Photos from:: Surfing Photobucket



HiHiHiHiHiHi!Inspired By:: Boredom and random thoughts


HiHiHiHiHiHi!A Semi-Literate Role Play




HiHiHiHiHiHi!Officially::

Under Construction
Open
Accepting
Closed

~Links~
[ url=][RP]
[ url=][Profiles]

[Lemur Kanon]

Cαƒé dε l'étяαηgε (Y₳OI)HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!

Profiles

HiHiHiHiHiHi!Original RP By:: visible invisible lemur



HiHiHiHiHiHi!Photos from:: Surfing Photobucket



HiHiHiHiHiHi!Inspired By:: Boredom and random thoughts


HiHiHiHiHiHi!A Semi-Literate Role Play




HiHiHiHiHiHi!Officially::

Under Construction
Open
Accepting
Closed

~Links~
[ url=][RP]
[ url=][OoC]

[Lemur Kanon]

►JΛCQUЄS SCҢUУ◄

JΛCK

More than you try to fix yourself,

More than you try to be cool,hihihihihi

Having it as it is now, is important.

Let's walk facing the sky.hihihihihi

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Jacques Schuy stepped through the door to the cafe, letting himself take in his surroundings: the cafe was sparsely populated, as usual, but with the time that it was, Jack knew that more people would be showing up soon. The acts were freakier, and the customers who came at that time were as well. Nine at night was like the earliest hours of the morning for most of the performers, but with a job came responsibilities, one of those being waking up on time to go to work. A small performance was going on on the middle stage, or the center ring, where a fire breather was scaring one of the customers. Jack shook his head, though he didn't say anything; people came to the cafe with knowledge of how it was, and the main point of its freakiness, so they had to be prepared for the weird acts.

He made his way to the kitchen, where he scrubbed his hands clean in the sink, with the anti-bacterial soap, which was a must; especially with some of the freak people that worked there. Once that was finished, he grabbed his "chef's coat" which actually just reminded him of a scientist's outfit. The buttons were buttoned, and he was soon making his way over to the counter, where he kept most of his ingredients.

After grabbing everything needed, and having been glad that they'd mashed a pumpkin recently, Jack went to an empty counter space, not in the mood to have unimportant ingredients getting in his way, and started on making a pumpkin pie. Usually, he'd just make muffins and cake, but when he occasionally did make pie, people seemed to really like it. So, that's what he decided was going to be his first work of the day. He often glanced over to the kitchen door, to see if any of the other night-shift people were there yet. There were still a few of the afternoon-shift employees, but they'd be leaving as soon as some of the others arrived.

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[Lemur Kanon]

►Chrisander Fagen◄

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The cloth scratched against his skin as if angry at being worn. The thick cloth weighed him down and left him feeling much heavier. Still, with clothes layer-upon-layer, he still wanted to scream at how cold it was. The small breeze that existed in this place whipped against the exposed skin on his face as if needles were being fired at him. This was unlikely of course, and he was definitely overreacting, but he couldn't help it. How would one react if they went from the hottest place on the planet to... well, anywhere else? Without the constant heat, Chrisander had found he had relied upon it too much. Streams here were much too cold without the excess geothermal heat to warm them, and the air itself, though probably a normal temperature to foreigners to Chrisander's home, was freezing.

At these quite pessimistic thoughts, Chrisander pulled his coat tighter and strode into the courtyard where a guard awaited him. The man was tall, as most people are compared to Chrisander, and built like a brick of mortar. Though it was impossible to reliably tell beneath all of the armor, it seemed as if nearly every fiber of the man's being was pure muscle. It was almost disgusting, in Chrisander's opinion. But, he tried not to judge, and stopped in front of the man to await instructions on where to go. "Name?" the man asked. Chrisander nearly had to grit his teeth at how the man's voice sounded. Such an intimidating person with such a high, airy voice? It was quite laughable, really.

But, as things were, it wouldn't be a good idea to upset the man, so Chrisander simply replied with his name. He wondered why he wasn't being asked where he'd come from, but then looked down at himself; all of the layers of clothing in what was probably a normal-temperature place (he wouldn't know, he'd never really been anywhere but home), and all of the red dye? Yes, his origin was unnecessarily obvious. Fyre.

"Follow." It wasn't a request, but he decided to perceive it as one. Once again, getting off to a bad start was not a good idea. Even if the queen herself had asked him to do this and, though obliged, Chrisander hadn't had to. So, he followed the man through buildings, entering this one, leaving that, almost as if it was a maze. Finally, he was left standing in the waiting room, with a few other people he took to be other emissaries. Two were obviously from Aeryth, and one definitely Wahtahr, and he couldn't place the other. Probably from lack of ever having really met anyone outside of Fyre.

This room was warmer than outside, though not nearly enough. The air no longer clawed at his skin, but the chill was still there and Chrisander was starting to wonder if he might end up finding out what this "frost bite" he'd heard about before was. Hopefully, he never had to go anywhere cold enough to literally freeze a body. That would be horrible.

With an almost audible sigh, Chrisander found the nearest wall and leaned against it, waiting to be let in to the throne room. Or wherever it was he was to be meeting royalty. Not that it mattered a whole bunch, as he wouldn't be speaking up much, unless clarifying exactly what his orders were. It would be best to just get this over with and get back home. The people in here seemed nice enough, and seeing foreigners trying to interact with eachother just might end up being entertaining, but this cold climate just wasn't for him.

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[bryxt]

-> My thread. <-
Check it out and see if you're interested. n.n

[Lemur Kanon]

Lemur Kanon & southep31520HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!

A Vampire Diaries RP




No posting if you weren't invited, please.

southep31520 => OC
Lemur Kanon => Damon

[Lemur Kanon]

HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!Kora

HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!Schuy

¶ You can call me Kora.


¶ I'm 20 years old. Jealous?


¶ I was born June seventeenth, 1992.

¶ I happen to be a girl.


¶ I like the guys.


¶ I'm five feet and five inches tall.

¶ I weigh 122 pounds.


¶ I'm known to really like science fiction television, fantasy books, history, parties, and snow.


¶ I really don't like spoil-sports, summer, really loud noises, and kids.

[Lemur Kanon]

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HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!SHЄA ИOVA

Don't make a fool of yourself.

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The sounds of the city rained on her ears as the woman made her way down the street. Her companion unit, of the highest quality, followed behind her at a brisk pace matching her own perfectly. That was what he was programmed to do; he was to always keep up without falling a fraction behind. She had outfitted “him” in a three-piece suit with a sleek tie and an nineteenth-century style top hat. Of course, this didn’t match the current trends in fashion or anything of the like, the woman just found the style appealing. And, since it wasn’t her wearing it, she didn’t have to worry about the looks she could have possibly gotten from her employees. The boss was supposed to be eccentric, besides.

“Miss,” her CU said in a specifically chosen gravelly voice, “you have an appointment in exactly forty minutes and thirteen seconds, yet we‘re not currently en route to the office. Would you like me to remind you again in thirty minutes?” One of the great things about CU’s was that they could be programmed to do just about anything. The woman’s not only kept perfect time and had her schedule on its drive, but also functioned as a potential body guard and even a butler. She had no need of employees at her home, as her other two, less sophisticated, CU’s did all of the work that her main one, who she’d named Jeeves (in an attempt to be humorous), didn’t do. This way she didn’t have to worry about any infiltrations into her home from enemies.

“No, I’ll do fine without it. Reschedule the meeting for two hours later. Come up with a reason that seems logical.” She needed to make it seem like she hadn’t purposely left a whole in her schedule (that lasted twenty hours of the day--thank the universe for energy foods that kept her running on four hours of sleep every day). Illegal dealings were tricky, especially ones of such a matter as she was currently attending. Most people assume degenerates dealing narcotics when they think of “illegal dealings,” and don’t consider the richer side of things. While the poor dealt in drugs, Shea Nova dealt in buying assassins.

As one of the richest people in the country, Shea had a lot of enemies. A lot of people trying to blackmail her. A lot of people who simply disliked her because of jealousy. These people are usually unimportant, not worth any concern. But occasionally there are serious problems, such as if the person acting against her was also in the top point-four percent in the population’s wealthy. The richer you are, the more resources you have. The more likely you are to realize any goal you have. Which is a bad thing for Shea if that goal is to destroy or even to impede her in any way.

So she’d found the top scientist she could who would make her an assassin. CU assassins weren’t exactly legal, and even if they were, one of the level at which she’d requested definitely wouldn’t be. Shea didn’t even think one had been made before. Sure, the military was starting to work with CU’s in small ways, but nothing so much as to have one programmed to kill when faced with situations that require constant changing in plans and adaptation. She’d gotten lucky, really, in being able to find this guy.

Now it was time for the transaction. If the authorities were to look into things, she shouldn’t be considered in the investigation, since she supposedly had a nearly full schedule today. She asked Jeeves what time it was and cursed. She was already late to getting to the correct alley, and only now was she reaching the elaborate maze of them. It would take her at least another half hour to find her way to the correct place with the dumpster that held one of the most expensive things she’d ever bought.

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[Lemur Kanon]

HiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHiHi!Kora Schuy

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