Find your happy place, she says, or something like it. Maybe it's your zen place? Your memory isn't very good, and either way, you know that you don't have one.
But, deep in the ocean, with a bag full of glowing rocks and the taste of success, you think you could learn to have one.
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My character's username: k1ng My character's level: 10 Character's HP: 30 Small IC description of character: k1ng is arguably the angriest Dormouse the game has ever seen. At barely five feet tall, he is among the shortest as well. Two comically large ears sit on the side of his head, and above his eyebrows are a pair of pink demonic horns. Behind him are a pair of white wings, because he clearly can't make up his mind. About anything.
Anyway, don't stand in fire, and he won't start screeching angrily.
"where r u?" Jim's text message read. It was one of a dozen that he had sent in the past forty-eight hours. One of a dozen that Wyatt ignored as he rode the Greyhound bus straight of town. If his home didn't want him, then he shouldn't consider Lillian, Texas to be his home any longer. He didn't belong there.
He was off to Atlanta, a larger city where he could live his life and people would be able to mind their own business. It was a wise decision, in his book.
When times get rough, cut and run and find a new home. It became his motto, and for better or for worse, it protected him.
MY STATS
My character's username: McCowboy My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A tall and muscular lightly freckled human with a brown and gold duster coat, tight red pants, and a slanted feathered cowboy hat. Character journal:[ BATTLE ENTRY LOG ]
He was older now, living in San Francisco. And once again, he found himself caught in the act with another man. But this time, it wasn't his father screaming and yelling - it was his betrayed boyfriend, witnessing Wyatt in another of his many mistakes. The new life he built for himself in San Francisco was falling apart around him - he felt hopeless and alone.
The motto returned to him. Cut and run, never look back. He packed his bags and made his way to Nashville.
As his life memories began to fade away, a treasure chest in the lake was presented to him. He opened it find some loot and gained +1 level for his adventure.
MY STATS
My character's username: McCowboy My character's level: 4 (+1 Level!) Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A tall and muscular lightly freckled human with a brown and gold duster coat, tight red pants, and a slanted feathered cowboy hat. Character journal:[ BATTLE ENTRY LOG ]
"Ohmygod she is sooooooo annoying. Why do you even hang out with her Ander?" one of his lackeys clanged to her brother's arm. Anthe lowered her head. Silently she tried to become smaller.She hated how they treated her. She was just trying to hang out with her brother….. She hated that he continued to hang out with them even though they were mean to her and how he just laughed it off and brushed it away like it was nothing. She turned to her brother with unshed tears and said, "Catch you later. I can see I'm not welcome."
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My character's username: Flyin'High My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: 5'7" lanky female. She has ice blue eyes, though you can't see one of them,as it is covered by a black blindfold. She has straight snow white tresses with choppy front bangs that brush her eyebrows. She has a large set of wings that brush the ground when she moves around, so don't be alarmed if you see some twigs in her feathers. Character journal:Here
"Here you go little girl" Anthe said as she handed her stuffed animal back that someone had thrown in a tress. The little girl wasn't able to get it because of her height and none of the parents had stopped to help her, crying in the middle of the park.
"Th-thank y-you m-miss." She sniffled as she took the stuffed animal. Anthe felt warmer inside at the thought of at least doing one good thing during the day before seeing what sadness the world had in store for her today.
+1 Level +1 card
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My character's username: Flyin'High My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: 5'7" lanky female. She has ice blue eyes, though you can't see one of them,as it is covered by a black blindfold. She has straight snow white tresses with choppy front bangs that brush her eyebrows. She has a large set of wings that brush the ground when she moves around, so don't be alarmed if you see some twigs in her feathers. Character journal:Here
JK tentatively walked down a path in the Woods, following voices he could just make out. There were players running all over the Woods, so he couldn't say why these voices called to him. They just did, and he found himself unwilling to resist their call.
So, he found himself on the shore of a large lake, watching light play off its surface, and listening to the muted voices just beneath the surface. Should he go in? Well, it was that, or go back the way he came.
He stepped into the lake.
((18. Rewarding))
Johan frowned, concentrating. He'd been at this for over three hours, but he could feel himself getting closer and closer to success! He knew he was ready to draw runes without having to rely on paper! He knew the runes forwards and backwards, he could draw them exactly on paper. All he had to do was picture the air was his canvas, and his fingers the brush.
Taking a deep breath, Johan pictured the rune he wanted to cast. Enhlai. Light. He set his fingers just so in the air, pressed them slightly into the air, and started drawing.
And finally the casting took! Underneath his fingers, the rune took shape. Not a line out of place. When he removed his fingers from the air, the rune flashed, and burst into brilliant light!
MY STATS
My character's username: JK My character's level: Level 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: Tulgey Woods - The Lake Small IC description of character: Large, glowy teal eyes glare out at everything while the rest of his face is obscured by his scarf. This is one Cheshire Cat you won't be seeing a smile from anytime soon. Character journal:Link
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-20)
Being cute makes you feel good, so you indulge in it. Most of your collection was purchased before the money ran out, and eventually you learned to take out the dresses and bodices just to add extra panels (a sloppy job, done by hand: no fancy machines here).
And you are fabulous. It's just nice to remind the world of that fact.
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My character's username: Asimovia My character's level: 7 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.
Her favorite monster doll was the prettiest grey she had ever seen. Soft as fleece to the touch and completely beautiful. She was so happy to have him. Finitay could almost still see the toy, could almost still imagine herself cuddling the doll close. That beautiful toy had been her constant companion and best friend. Now, that doll was the reason she hated the color grey.
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My character's username: Finitay My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Fire engine red hair, all the way down to her knees with braids of random thickness throughout. Vivid blue eyes, upturned nose, stubborn chin, and a pair of bunny ears precariously on her head.
The tattered strips of grey fabric were sprinkled liberally all over her bright blue comforter. The effect made the blanket look like it was printed with clouds. Finitay lay on the floor sobbing and clutching a piece of the grey. Her brother had done this, no one else bothered to even pay attention to her. No one else ever wanted to deal with her since she had proven to be a failure. She hated him. He had killed her only “friend.”
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My character's username: Finitay My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Fire engine red hair, all the way down to her knees with braids of random thickness throughout. Vivid blue eyes, upturned nose, stubborn chin, and a pair of bunny ears precariously on her head.
She had been hiding from her brother all day long. She hated him. Hate was a passionate word but she had learned a long time ago that passions were a blessing and a curse. It was what motivated her to keep on hiding. To keep from trying to be made fun of. The slow step down the hall made her hold her breath. Maybe this time she wouldn’t give herself away and if she managed to stay secret well… then she was safe from more of his torture, right?
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My character's username: Finitay My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Fire engine red hair, all the way down to her knees with braids of random thickness throughout. Vivid blue eyes, upturned nose, stubborn chin, and a pair of bunny ears precariously on her head.
It's the colour he sees first when he opens his eyes and the last colour he sees at bed time. There are some that would say there are very few shades of grey, but they would be wrong - so very wrong. He knows.
There are as many shades of grey as there are any other colour, plus some - and he's seen almost all of them at one point or another. Be it his own flesh or another's. Hours spent contemplating the precise shade of grey gracing his twin's flushed cheeks. Years spent wondering if there's a special nomenclature to be used for that blotch at his scapula...or the one at his hip, just above the scar.
He wonders these things because they are reflected, refracted in himself.
But in the end, it's all.. just...grey.
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My character's username: RavenousDelirium My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job class: Gryphon Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character:
Tall, lightly muscled with glowing red eyes and dark grey, mottled skin, RavenousDelirium wears the black and white with gold-trim Gryphon-class set though there are many patches and additional "accents" added to the basic set. His dark hair is long and thick, slightly waved from being pinned out of his face and his overly-wide mouth is rarely given to any emotion beyond scorn or smirk.
What was normal for Mouth was not normal for others. For him, it was normal to wake wrapped in the arms of one his mirror...to do everything with that person, excluding none.
Normal creeple didn't do that, did they?
But for him, being without his twin wasn't normal..and being with him was like finding the missing part of his soul.
It was very normal.
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My character's username: RavenousDelirium My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job class: Gryphon Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character:
Tall, lightly muscled with glowing red eyes and dark grey, mottled skin, RavenousDelirium wears the black and white with gold-trim Gryphon-class set though there are many patches and additional "accents" added to the basic set. His dark hair is long and thick, slightly waved from being pinned out of his face and his overly-wide mouth is rarely given to any emotion beyond scorn or smirk.
She was gone. It wasn't as if she had died or anything, no. But his mother was gone. Ulka stared at the spot where he had seen her last, just near there home. He could almost hear her laughter, see the gentle flutter of her dress... but now, there was nothing. She had moved on. Her, his sisters, all of them. Just gone like the morning mist.
The little teddy bear sat back, staring up at the night sky. Was she looking at these same stars, too? Did she miss him? Ulka really hoped she did. But really, part of it stemmed from that fear. That horrible, nagging worry that had never really left the back of the little bear's mind.
Had he driven her off? Was it all his fault? He hadn't taken the best form, no, but... he knew she loved him. That's what mothers did. Ulka swallowed hard, fighting back the tears threatening to form. If he had been a better scarer, chosen a better body...
Maybe she would still be here. With him, and papa, and his sisters. Maybe they would be a happy family.
He knew he could go back and talk to his papa, but... he didn't want the older bear to see him like this. Crying wasn't scary. Crying was weak, and pathetic. Just like him. Just like he would always be.
"I miss her," he sobbed brokenly, to no one in particularly.
"I miss her so very much."
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My character's username: Teddomimation My character's level: 17 Character's HP: 30 / 30 Current party: N/A Current guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC Description: A small, humanoid teddy bear that walks about on two paws and squeaks as he goes. Looks very well worn and loved, with multiple colors stitched together. Wearing a black Hatter's outfit Character journal:x
its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15Total: 15 (1-20)
Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 11:49 pm
Despair You feel it, acutely, when the numbers are in the red. You feel it, acutely, when the show ends with no one left watching. You feel it, acutely, when the Laboratory Phonology homework piles up and you do not have the focus to sit and read and read and read.
You feel it, acutely, but it can never stop you. You are a freight train and the world is nothing but rails.
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My character's username: Asimovia My character's level: 7 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.
Ulka kicked his legs at the wood on the log they sat on, feeling the texture beneath him. He had been so scared, at first. Taking this body and going out into the world. A teddy bear was small, and fragile. So many things could hurt it. He could get snagged, or rip, or all sorts of frightening prospects. But it just made such an excellent host, even if everyone else laughed. Ulka stopped squirming, and looked up to his father.
"To deserve to be scared. Why do we scare them?" He asked, cocking his head. His father gave a rumbling laughing, and pat him on the head with a skeletal hand.
"That, my little one, is a story for when you are older."
..He was really, really starting to hate that answer.
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My character's username: Teddomimation My character's level: 17 Character's HP: 30 / 30 Current party: N/A Current guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC Description: A small, humanoid teddy bear that walks about on two paws and squeaks as he goes. Looks very well worn and loved, with multiple colors stitched together. Wearing a black Hatter's outfit Character journal:x
