Pippy
knight. xxxxxxx badass. duh. xxxxxxx human.
knight. xxxxxxx badass. duh. xxxxxxx human.
YOU CAN CALL ME
...Pippy will suffice, thank you. Anything else is either stupid or completely childish. Thanks for trying to be friendly, regardless... I guess...
I'M A L33T GAM3R!
Sixty-Five and counting. I plan to be a one hundred soon enough... I'll get up there eventually! Then no one can... Well. Nevermind, then.
BRO, I'VE GOT SKILLZ!
● Speed.
● Agility.
● Precision.
● Strength.
DON'T GET THAT NEAR ME!
☢ A weakness? My unwavering pride.
☢ Long-ranged projectiles, such as arrows or magical attacks. I don't like shields, so I tend to get pelted with those very easily. It's heavily annoying...
☢ ...spiders. Holy heavens, I will smush every spider I come across! I swear on my sword!
☢ The fact that I have this unyielding loyalty to my friends. You may assume that isn't so bad, but in reality it can get me killed quicker then hell... especially in a game so life-like.
MY STORY IS
To be completely honest, this is none of your business. I am well known across Fantasies Way since I defeated that monster plaguing a small farming community of low levels (most level ones, though there was a level ten who proved somewhat useful... until they got slaughtered), and since then most have treated me with respect. I strive to be better then everyone, regardless... I will reach level one hundred, and I will be the most valued player in all of Fantasies Way.
...that's a promise.
Elizabeth xxx Anne xxx Marshall
JUST CALL ME
Elizabeth will do, unless you're very close to me. Then you may be allowed to call me Liz, or Lizzy... that's a rather large may, nevertheless.
WOAH! I'M OLD!
Eighteen. Though that isn't very old, idiot. I look older then I am... it's a blessing and a curse.
I'VE PLAYED THIS GAME FOR
Seven months, one week and three days. I can tell you the hours too, if you really want to know.
YOU GOTTA LOVE ME!
Much like my character on Fantasies Way I am a rough and tumble, hardheaded fool who'd throw herself in front of a bullet for the safety of her friends and family. I have a wickedly sharp tongue and tend to push those away from me... especially those of the opposite sex. I don't understand why, but boys seem to avoid me at all costs. Maybe it's my black belt in Karate that scares them off, though I don't see why it would. Karate is about defense, not offense...
Other then that I suppose I'm a normal girl.
I have good grades, all A's despite my relentless playing of Fantasies Way, and only have one more year before I graduate highschool and go off to college... or take over my family's restaurant. I haven't decided what I want to do yet... I have a scholarship to a fancy school, a free ride to my future... but I have always dreamed of taking over the restaurant. I'm off topic... what were we talking about again? Ah, yes, my personality. I have the horrible habit of being sarcastic (I think I mentioned that), but most of the time I am very quiet. I do not like people in the least.
They're stupid, immature, childish and just overall rude. I'd rather sit at my desk and tend to my studies then giggle and twirl my hair like the other girls. And some of the things they wear, good GOD how are their skirts even legal?! They bend over and you get a flash of bright pink undies with stupid little flowers on them-
Here I am ranting again. Perhaps we should change the topic of conversation now?
MY LIFE'S STORY
I grew up in a family that had been praised for their masterful cooking abilities. I was the youngest as a babe, a ten year old brother learning my families trade as I learned to walk. He's a great man, my brother... his name is Adam. He's just as good of a cook as my father, but he decided to go to college instead of take the restaurant... which displeased my father. My mother is a soft spoken woman with equally dark hair as my own, while my father is a complete asshole. I believe that's where I get my rough and tumble attitude from... who knows, really?
Besides that my childhood was not normal in the least. I was put into karate classes every Thrusday, Piano on Friday, and every other day was devoted to learning the family trade: food. By the age of seven I could cook over forty dishes on my own without a cookbook... the ingredients memorized, the steps easily remembered. I was a prodigy, an honor to my family... my dad even went as far as saying I was better then my brother.
That started a fight that ended with Adam leaving for college somewhere far away, leaving his family behind.
My father refuses to apologize; my mother and I aren't permitted to even say Adam's name in father's presence. He might smite us... sometimes I wonder if that man is a Deity come to torture his family... though I know it's nonsense. As I grew my father became worse, frustration over Adam's leaving making him horribly harsh on me. Every mistake was grounds for a lashing... I have scars from where he'd beaten me unconcious.
...I love my father though. H-he's just misunderstood...
As of recent I hadn't really thought of a future other then my family's cherished restaurant, though now I'm not certain I want to be a cook anymore. It's fun as a hobby... but as a job? I shudder to think of cooking everyday, getting ash on my face and flour on my hands. Let alone even more scars from cooking accidents that will surely befall me... It all started with Adam. He sent me a postcard, one I've hidden away to keep it from the curious, nosey eyes of my father. He told me about college, of how he was going to be a doctor...
He was going to help people while I just... cooked. My brother has sent a wave of confusion through me... what will I do? Too escape these pressing thoughts I play Fantasies Way, praying things will become clearer as time progresses.
THESE ARE AWESOME!
♥ My brother.
♥ Cooking, but only as a hobby.
♥ Karate.
♥ My mother.
♥ Numerous other things you probably don't care about.
I DON'T LIKE THESE!
✕ My father, at times.
✕ ...still spiders.
✕ High places.
✕ Burns from the stove...
✕ Kitchen accidents.
OOPS! I FORGOT!
There is nothing else you need to know, you nosey son of a-
