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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 4:56 pm
So this game is kind of like the "What is the genre of the character above you?" game.
First you describe the genre of the person above you. And then you write a little bio about what the character above you would be like if you were to read about them in a book or if you were to see them walking down the street.
Make the description a couple of sentences long at the minimum, but please don't go overboard and make the background 5 pages long gonk
I'd go first, but there's no one up there crying
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 5:26 pm
I won't leave you hanging. So, I guess I'll try out the first one, then. Fantasy (bet'cha didn't see that one coming, huh?) So, this lady is riding in a carriage one way down the street, and I'm just trolling along in the opposite direction, and happen to notice that she's in it. Now, she looks pretty cute, and rich, too - a prime target for a slash-and-run. There's got to be plenty of loot within arm's reach from outside of the carriage. But, as I stroll closer, keeping my head down, I notice the headband with a faint glow adorning her caput, at which point I hastily lower my face even more, and walk quickly into a side street. Man, that was close - what is a plane-touched doing here, masquerading as just another snobbish noble? Are they onto me? I don't think the last noble even noticed that any money was missing, what with the rate that they spend it at and all... but man. Maybe the nobles up and hired this outsider to take me out. If I had tried anything with that broad, I would have been a pile of ash or worse - who knows what sort of strange trickeries that magic fire of theirs does. They all ought to just go back where they came from, whatever star that happens to be, or whatever it is that the magic society defines as the place they come from.The man's rank sweat fills the air of the alley, and an additional yellow stain graces the facade of the building behind him, but he is safe, at least for one more day. EDIT: Uhh... I hope that wasn't too long. Any shorter and I think the mood would have been missing. I can totally shorten it up if you want, though...? Oh, and here's the reference pic just in case you change your avvy later, and someone reads this, then goes "Huh?"  EDIT2: Totally didn't notice this until now, but I'm digging the Queen reference in the poll. Pretty sweet.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 4:29 pm
Genre: Drama
He was a man I didn't know, and so is my knowledge on the people he was speaking to. He was there walking, blowing the pipe on his mouth, and talking to the girls and boys following him. For some reason, he seems to be an actor to me, and also seems to sweat a lot (reference to the emotes you use blaugh ). He was happy yet sad, I can't tell is that bad? Hm . . . I wonder about what wanders in his mind. Is that pretty girl he's talking to his girlfriend he's trying to please? Or am I just being too much of a gossiper?
Still, maybe I really shouldn't bother, I'm just a buccaneer for goodness's sake, and this is a man I might as well not show myself as a robber. I might as well just rhyme even if my rhymes feel like slime.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 8:55 pm
Genre: Science Fiction
I couldn't help but stare at the man across the way from me. His crazy untamed white hair reminded me of a mad scientist and the way his skin was completely inhuman and almost patched together like a rag doll gave me the feeling that he had run out of willing test subjects.
He truely was a spectacle to behold. And there was something in his mad red eyes that captivated your senses and made you want to look away, but the more you wanted to look away from him or his appearances, the harder it was to do so.
(@lux - totally unintentional (and I haven't the silghtest idea what you're talking about smile )
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 9:10 pm
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 10:43 pm
Hmm . . . you could try eating her?
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 11:21 pm
would it be easier if I changed my avatar to be a meatball?
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 11:35 pm
Okay, this is just getting kinda weird. Somebody else post so that we can do a different avatar (I totally got rid of pretty much all of my stuff except for these clothes, 'cause I'm probably not going to change my avatar).
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 12:49 pm
I'll give it a roll.
Genre: Art-house cinema
Bio: An avant-garde artist who frequents a coffee-shop-c**-threatre run by the main character and his girlfriend(s). His focus is performance art, AKA 'happenings'. His models have a tendency to end up in bed with him, even while still covered in paint from the performances. He's clearly dangerous, though never once visibly threatens any of the characters. His role in the production is the dark horse, the unknown quantity.
Extract from novelisation (based on narration in film, from main character's POV):
When he comes a-calling, all the card games stop. Even Cynthia, who's got DDR running through her mind in a crazy loop whether she's stoned or sober, gets oddly quiet and respectful. We don't know exactly what it is, because the guy dresses like a Clockwork Orange glamrocker and has mad-scientist hair that would normally make a person laugh. But no one laughs. Maybe it's that serial killer smile of his. Maybe it's his dark, penetrating eyes. Sometimes, I feel like I'm being raped by those eyes. Then I have to look away and cough and say I need to go fetch a thing from someone.
Then there's his name: Fiat Lux Aeterna. He's not kidding around with that name. He knows he's serious business. Only he wants us all to pretend that he's not. He wants us to laugh. But we'd sooner wet our pants.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:31 pm
Genre: Mythology
As everything was almost lost by the sea, the alluring creature appeared. She was a goddess of sort. A goddess of the sea, most likely. Still it was for me, an illusion, at least that's what they say. They never believed me for what I have to say.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 11:11 am
Genre: fantasy adventure
Bio: He was a creature of great beauty, hidden in the sprawling vines. Doe-eyed with tresses of honey'd-cream, the Hidden Arc was more plant than animal, despite appearances. The thinnest vines ran just under his flesh like living tattoos, the veins of this strange creature. Antlers stood proudly from his crown, though antlers they were not but infact sturdy wooden branches, which too would become fluid and snare any beast who got too close from above. Though the Hidden Arc was a peaceful beast, his body was the zenith of self defense: should be ever be seen, he would never be touched. There was nothing he hated more.
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