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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:24 pm
[ Hatred ]
She. Hated. Baking. The misery of her failures was apparent on her face, apparently, as the lithe Baku stepped in and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Do you want some tea, Gene? It'll help you relax. You're doing great! Just keep rolling the dough, you'll get it!" She beamed, tottering off to make said tea.
Gene usually hated tea too, but not Xiu's tea.
MY STATS My character’s username: ReflectedinaMug My character’s level: 6 Character’s HP: 30 Character’s Job Class: Dormouse Current party: n / a Current Guild: n / a Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A girl of average height sporting ethereal blue skin and silvery hair, along with a very large pair of mouse ears. She appears to be nearly made of air, as though she should be floating. Character journal: Here!
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:29 pm
Death You do not cry upon hearing the news of their demise, pulled out of your AP tests. You do not cry at the joint-funeral, with all their friends and associates. You do not break down afterwards, be it immediate or further out.
You grieved them: politely, neatly, like they would have liked and appreciated. They were good people, and albeit their busy schedule, had been the best parents you could have asked for.
They have been dead for five years, now. You burned through your inheritance in two.
In a world of money-- real money-- you learn very swiftly it is all about what you have done for someone lately.
(Nothing. You have done nothing.)OOC My character's username: Asimovia My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Small IC description of character: She's got chronic b***h face, but really, Asimovia is pretty friendly. Her outfit is all flash: a bustle skirt, fancy spats, a feathered top cut low to reveal some cleavage. It looks like her favourite accessories are traits: a pair of miniature wings, a devil tail, and big, black wings. She is a badass, sirs and madams. She is a badass, and is here to DPS the <******** out of your face. Character journal: here
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:29 pm
[ LOSS ]
Once again, she'd lost her keys to the apartment. She was frantic, searching everywhere she could for them, before realizing... she could phase through her door.
Duh, Gene. Duh.
MY STATS My character’s username: ReflectedinaMug My character’s level: 6 Character’s HP: 30 Character’s Job Class: Dormouse Current party: n / a Current Guild: n / a Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A girl of average height sporting ethereal blue skin and silvery hair, along with a very large pair of mouse ears. She appears to be nearly made of air, as though she should be floating. Character journal: Here!
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Dragain rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:32 pm
The sound coming from the sewing machine was calming and familiar.
She sat on a chair that was not made for scarelings, her feet dangling in the air as she watched her mother work; she would put her arms on the table of the sewing machine, and lean against it, but she was told that it would be too dangerous. Besides, she wouldn't want to break her mother's concentration...
One day, she will be the one sitting at the sewing machine.
[2/3 Normalcy]MY STATS My character's username: iPink My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A short character with light pink hair, tied up in low twintails that reaches her waist. Decked out in a light brown furry coat with matching dormouse ears, and grey/black/white clothing underneath. Character journal: Here
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:34 pm
Wisdom "Women have a shelf-life, Delia," your mother tells you. You are ten years old, and you are her china doll, to dress up and take out and show off, delicate and dainty. Puberty hasn't happened yet. Binges of eight hours of studying haven't happened yet. Your love for food has been tamped down, because it is not what polite girls do, to eat all they want.
Your mother is helping you curl your recently-affixed fake eyelashes. "We don't last forever," she says, applying the blush to your cheeks with such care, as she has always done-- and there is a wistfulness, in her voice.
Later, you realise that she meant that you should never settle for a lesser man, as she had. (He is money, but he isn't old money. Neither of them are.)
Instead, you use it as a weapon: die young and fantastic, take chances, fling every last one of your cautions to the wind. Maybe it wasn't what she meant, but she's dead, and you're not, and that means you get to choose your life. Not her.
You are free.OOC My character's username: Asimovia My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Small IC description of character: She's got chronic b***h face, but really, Asimovia is pretty friendly. Her outfit is all flash: a bustle skirt, fancy spats, a feathered top cut low to reveal some cleavage. It looks like her favourite accessories are traits: a pair of miniature wings, a devil tail, and big, black wings. She is a badass, sirs and madams. She is a badass, and is here to DPS the <******** out of your face. Character journal: here
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molly8972 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:35 pm
[2 Loss] He looked around the room dejected and downtrodden. The little house fell into a somber mood as its owner wore grey and black. They had experienced a loss today in the house of Auntie. She had been hit hard the most with the passing of her pet cat, Winkles. Winkles had been an ever present background in all the time he had spent with Auntie. Though a moody little thing, the cat had always known when someone needed comforting or a good talk about their feelings. He would just sit and listen to anything you had to say. Today was his funeral. It wasn't a large affair, backyard burial and all. So small, it was only Akhem and Auntie that had attended. With heavy hearts they proceeded out to the backyard where he was to buried under his favorite tree in the spot he always sat, forever guarding the home. +1 level +1 card OOC My character's username: YourMummy My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: 6'0" male. Hair is white, long and choppy tied off with some yellowing bandaged strips. Has golden eyes like the color of burnished treasure. Don't be alarmed if you catch a glance of a skeletal foot or some ribs poking out. Character journal: Here
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Dragain rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:38 pm
"I'm so, so sorry!"
As apologetic as she was towards her minipet, she could not help thinking that Rosenthal's accusatory glare was really cute. She could feel his eyes following her every move, no doubt judging her, as she moved to the kitchen corner of her dorm room. Grabbing a bag of minipet feed from the cupboard, she quickly moved to where his food bowl was - on a thin layer of old newspaper by the kitchen counter - and filled it up to the brim.
"Here! A little extra for dinner since I forgot to give you lunch... Forgive me?" She smiled sheepishly as the minipet turned away, refusing to look at her on the way to his food bowl.
By bedtime, Rosenthal was snuggled up beside her, on her bed.
[3/3 Empty]MY STATS My character's username: iPink My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A short character with light pink hair, tied up in low twintails that reaches her waist. Decked out in a light brown furry coat with matching dormouse ears, and grey/black/white clothing underneath. Character journal: Here
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poke mattix rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:40 pm
[ Wisdom ]Angel_Moon found himself back at the lake again, letting the voices draw him closer to the waters edge - There books stacked upon each other in front of Jason, their positioning on the desk making it as if he was hiding behind a fort of knowledge. He hadn't read them all of course, but he was doing his best to read as much as possible and to take notes from each one. Reading allowed him to improve, and he sought to read as much as possible. MY STATS My character's username: Angel_Moon My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A blonde guy with short hair and the Mad Hatter outfit, he has a pair of white feathery wings on his back. Character journal: Here! 1/3
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poke mattix rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:44 pm
[ Wishes ] Wishes were a stupid thing. He had heard in classes that if you picked up a dandelion and blew on it you could make a wish. He had done so. He wished all the monsters would just go away. He done it countless time, and each time they would still be there. MY STATS My character's username: Angel_Moon My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A blonde guy with short hair and the Mad Hatter outfit, he has a pair of white feathery wings on his back. Character journal: Here! 2/3
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poke mattix rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:46 pm
[ Death ]He ran as fast as he could through the forest, ignoring the pain of tree branches slapping his face as he reached the jungle out base, swarming with halloween monsters. He made it just in time to see killzone destroyed, right in front of him. Just the night before they had been talking with him, and now he was... - Pulling his hand away, he shook his head of the memories and recieved the level upgrade before moving on. MY STATS My character's username: Angel_Moon My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A blonde guy with short hair and the Mad Hatter outfit, he has a pair of white feathery wings on his back. Character journal: Here! 3/3
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:50 pm
Rewarding
It took three and a half years of brutal sacrifice, and there have been nights where you have wept openly as you read the study guide through bleary tears, a hot pocket in one hand and a highlighter in the other. It took money you didn't have, and had to earn through less than salacious ways fitting of a girl in her early twenties with the gifts you have.
But you are a graduate of the Massachusetts Institution of Technology, with the best god damned Linguistics degree money can buy.
You are a queen. Noun: the most powerful chess piece that each player has, able to move any number of unobstructed squares in any direction along a rank, file, or diagonal on which it stands.
You are powerful, and the world is yours, if you just take it.OOC My character's username: Asimovia My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Small IC description of character: She's got chronic b***h face, but really, Asimovia is pretty friendly. Her outfit is all flash: a bustle skirt, fancy spats, a feathered top cut low to reveal some cleavage. It looks like her favourite accessories are traits: a pair of miniature wings, a devil tail, and big, black wings. She is a badass, sirs and madams. She is a badass, and is here to DPS the <******** out of your face. Character journal: here
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:50 pm
[ beginnings ]
"Your weapon is an extension of you," said the Hag. He did not recall her actual name, but he did remember those three letters and they seemed suitable enough. "It is not necessary to fight with, but it is a sign of your clan nevertheless. War is known for its short, close-range weapons . . ."
He yawned. It was a boring beginning for a boring lesson. What good were weapons when talked about? Shouldn't they be--
"Foal." There was a wicked looking short sword pointed at his throat in the blink of an eye; the air was cut with a speed that made him shudder. "Were you listening?"
"I have a name," he said with a scowl. A sharp rap of the flat of the blade made his face sting.
"A name I do not care to know," the Hag said dismissively. "You are nothing in this hut until you prove yourself worthy of a name. Understood?"
"Yes," he answered through gritted teeth.
OOC My character's username: killsteal My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party:Current Guild:Location:Small IC description of character: Tall tanned grizzled gryphon class dude with wild hair, clawlike hands and feet, a pair of curved horns, and a feral grin. Acts a bit more like an animal than a humanoid at points. Character journal: xxx
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:56 pm
[ death ]
He had come to terms with the loss of his family over the course of three months. The first spent in denial so absolute he did not recognize the thoughts that referred to their very names. The second in a strange mourning, enacting the same schedule he used to have when in competition with his sister: hunt, hunt, train, eat, train, and finally sleep, all in a mindless blur.
The third month he spent in slow accpetance, carving out little wooden figures with a rare amount of concentration usually spent on more violent pursuits. The art calmed him, even as it made his heart feel just that much colder.
OOC My character's username: killsteal My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party:Current Guild:Location:Small IC description of character: Tall tanned grizzled gryphon class dude with wild hair, clawlike hands and feet, a pair of curved horns, and a feral grin. Acts a bit more like an animal than a humanoid at points. Character journal: xxx
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:59 pm
[ normalcy ]
Screams. Bloodlust. Snaps. Thunks. Clangs. His dreams were little dances of death on the occassional nights that he remembered them. Things had become too complacent, though. His dreams were fiercely seeking a glory he could not achieve within the background that the horsemen had fallen back into.
They were no longer actively feared. They were merely skirmishes in the Haunted House, isolated incidents. There needed to be something more. And there would be.
He recalled the plan concocted with Shaheen and Medea, and a dark smile parted his lips as he laid back.
OOC My character's username: killsteal My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party:Current Guild:Location:Small IC description of character: Tall tanned grizzled gryphon class dude with wild hair, clawlike hands and feet, a pair of curved horns, and a feral grin. Acts a bit more like an animal than a humanoid at points. Character journal: xxx
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Fallen Archangel Az rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:23 am
the forest ordeal was enough for the time being, those frustrations needed to be taken out on something fast or else he was going to tear down the entire forest to get the hell out. Letting out a heaping sigh, the unassuming demon followed a path that lead him to a rather quiet lake. Or at least, it began as quiet until he drew closer. There was that ever so familiar whispers of sweet dischord. He practically began to sprint towards this eeriely calm lake before stopping at the water's edge.
There he stood feeling ever so weclome, and at this point he figured he had to be dreaming...nothing made sense although everything was impeccably clear as if he were awake. Then he realized he had taken a seat at the edge of the water, streaking the surface with a finger before memories cascaded over him.
MY STATS My character's username: DragonPpy My character's level: 1 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/a Current Guild: N/a Location: Tugley Forest, that trippy signpost Small IC description of character: Black and gold captain's coat, black top/white bottoms, average sized human with extremely long icy white hair ending in an artic blue and eyes that mimic the same. Character journal: Journal
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