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6 yrs ago
Current 4 years later~
10 yrs ago
Replies will be slow due to upcoming exams. Have patience. I'm sorry for any delay
10 yrs ago
I seriously do not understand why I need Calculus for Computer Science. Let me just take my programming classes and get this degree over with....
10 yrs ago
Stressful Calculus test tomorrow. Completely clueless. Will be slow to reply for a few days while I recuperate...
10 yrs ago
It's been 4 months since I disappeared from this place...and it's never looked so beautiful O_O
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Bio

I draw crappy pictures of animals. I play a lot of video games. That's my life.

I'f you're interested in starting a 1x1 with me for whatever reason:

I can play any gender
I will post at minimun one paragraph a post. At least enough for you to go off of
I'm no stranger to dark themes and gladly accept them
I'm fairly open minded

Fandoms and Genres
BIOSHOCK
Assassin's Creed
Pokemon
How to Train your Dragon
My Little Pony
Voltron
Fallout
Overwatch
Apocalyptic survival (zombie/post-war/ect)
Horror
Some casual slice of life

So hit me up with your ideas

Most Recent Posts

Boboclown89 said
Also, the guards are going to be OP as fuck, meaning that they still have the mostly unbreakable power-dimming handcuffs, armor that reduces effectiveness of qualities upon impact, guns/batons that dim powers, tasers that are normal but are still tasers and other things that will make escpaing or rebelling very difficult.Very, very, very difficult indeed.


This is definitely an Alcatraz prison simulator XD Will there even be opportunities for us to use our abilities?

I'd write up a post but I'm pretty tired. Or should be. Iunno. I'm just gonna fight the insomnia and force myself to sleep. Maybe in the morning I'll be up to post n_n
I'll probably edit an old sketch of toothless. I'm not much of artist, but I'm better with animals and the like than people :p I'll have descriptions and pictures up later. I edited my first post (second on the thread) with my CS.
Mason glanced down at his hand, his jacket torn up and blood speckled on the fabric. He slowly balled his hand in a fist, trying to assess the damage. The winced through his teeth for a moment before relaxing his hand and tossing his camera bag through the window. Well, he set it down inside. The injuries weren’t bad, they were very minor cuts, but they still stung. He scoffed at the pain. “ ’Tis but a flesh wound,” he assured her. A thud in her direction caused Mason to poke his head through the broken window and into the darkness, panicked. His eyes adjusted to the empty reception lobby and he could see Yolanda lying on the ground in a flurry of curses. A snicker slipped from Mason as he carefully, and more gracefully, tossed one leg after the other over the window sill. He stood inside the building now, staring down at his fallen friend.

“I don’t have to be a linguist to know that you have a potty mouth, young lady,” he smirked.

He extended a hand out to Yolanda before reaching over to his bag and taking out the film camera. His backpack was designed to clip to the camera bag at the front as the pack itself was just a glorified camera bag. He clipped the now weightless case onto the front of his pack and slipped his injured hand snug inside the camera strap. He turned it on, the nostalgic ting of the device as it booted up put him at ease.

“Okay,” he started, looking at the receiving screen on the camera. The pointed it at Yolanda who appeared as a bright green entity, along with the darker green background behind her. “Night-vision on. I can see this place much clearer now.” He peeked up from the camera and smiled at Yolanda. “Say hi.”
Mason opened his mouth to protest before noticing the nailed planks across the front entrance. He made a slow “Oh” motion with his mouth upon realizing the obstacle. At the sound of his mysterious nickname, Mason let up a smirk, shooting his right hand up to his forehead in a salute. “Yessmam!” he spoke, his voice still hushed, as if someone may hear them. He hadn’t the slightest clue as to what Yolanda’s odd word meant, but to him it sounded vaguely similar to the word ‘officer’ so that’s what he always imagined when she spoke it. Either that or ‘honor’, but he’d prefer to be a cop than a judge any day.

He walked past Yolanda and stepped up onto the landing. He inspected the red letters of the sign near the door and turned over to his friend. “Check it out,” he motioned toward the sign with his thumb. “So considerate about other cultures,” he joked, referring to the various languages the message was displayed.

“Okay, okay,” he murmured to himself, searching the ground for anything of use. He stepped down the porch and returned to Yolanda, reaching down by her feet for a sharp-edged rock. He tossed it in his hand and grinned. “It speaks ‘window-breaking’, don’tcha think?” With the rock in hand, Mason climbed the steps and approached one of the first floor windows. He swallowed his fear as he neared it, his paranoia pleading him not to look within the building. He pulled at the sleeve of his thin jacket to cover his hand and held the rock firmly in his grip, its sharp point toward the glass. He turned his head away from it and smashed the rock into the window. He heard a small crack and repeated the action. The window was fairly sturdy, especially for something that’s been lying around unattended for years. He chalked it up as the asylum installing thick glass for the safety of their patients. Made sense. After a few more not so subtle blows, the window shattered inward. Mason looked up to see the damage and was surprised that not much was broken; at least not as much as he had thought. Still, now that it was already broken through, hitting away the edges wasn’t too much of a task. He made sure to get rid of any shards sticking up from the window sill before dropping the rock and returning his attention to Yolanda.

Mason leaned his head forward in a bowing motion, directing Yolanda to the new entrance with his hands, oblivious to the cuts his right hand endured. “M’lady,”
he grinned.
Partisan said
Well.. I mean I kinda wanna take Gamma as a pet and Charlotte as 'daughter' as others have put it. Her BD is fair game, but I'm not the one that decides.


Yep, anyone can kill her BD. We're probably going to fight it as a group, just a matter of who makes the fatal blow

The Kraken said
I'll message BrodZ and Kafka today. I am without a computer until this evening so no post from me until at least then. There's a line of trying to balance waiting on people and moving forward so the others don't get bored and scram. I'm determined to keep this one alive this time o.o


I really like Mason as a character so I'm determined to keep this running too. Plus I reaaally love Bioshock, guys...and not everyday do you find a Bioshock RP with a nice cast of players and characters n_n I like our group :3
It's fine. Really at this point it'll be difficult to pick this RP back up on its feet.
Mason pulled his arms through the straps of his bag and stepped out of the car, rolling his shoulders forward to adjust the bag. He opened the back door and pulled out a camera bag from under one of the seats. He had kept his more professional camera in Yolanda’s car as he knew they usually used her car when going on small filming outings anyway. He gave the inside of the car one last look-over before closing the door and catching up to Yolanda around the front gates. As he turned the corner he could hear chains rattling as his friend struggled to cut them with a pair of bolt cutters. He gave her a short grin at her request for assistance. Setting the camera bag down, Mason reached for the bolt cutters, pausing to say a kind “May I?” before slowing taking them from Yolanda’s grasp.

Bolt cutters in hand, Mason lifted one leg up against the chains and pinned it against the gate. He settled the bolt cutters between two links before tightly gripping the giant scissors in his palm. A struggled groan escaped him as the blade cut through the thick chain. Mason lost his balance as the gate opened away from him slightly from the pressure of his foot. He staggered back and managed to catch himself before he could topple back with the sharp bolt cutters. He looked at Yolanda with a sheepish smile, his face slightly hot in embarrassment. “Heh, got ‘em,” he said with a hint of a giggle. He returned the bolt cutters to Yolanda before grabbing his camera bag and readjusting the pack on his back. Mason stared ahead of him at the abandoned building, breathing in the eerie air that surrounds it. “Welp,” he muttered, pushing opened the gates with some effort. The gate creaked as the rusty hinges grinding against one another. As if this place needs anymore creepy ambiance… he thought.

Mason stepped onto the cobble path leading to the front entrance of the facility and glanced over his shoulder at Yolanda, gesturing his head toward the building. “Now or never,” he said, a croaked laugh forcing its way out.
Timberjacks are found in forest I think. If im wrong perhaps your character could have come from a different village and had trained the dragon prior to arriving on the island.
May I take responsibility for the hatchlings? Dem babies be cute, yo. Naw but baby dragons man....XD

W.I.P

- Human –

Name
Destin Wikström

Age
19

Gender
Male

Personality
Destin had always been an independent child growing up, wanting to do things himself and proving how useful he could be to his elders. He handles responsibility fairly well but when given time to himself, Destin enjoys slacking off and getting all this responsibilities off his shoulders, if only for a while. He isn’t one to act irrationally and tries to think through problems rather than jump the gun. Usually, he is perceived as a very social young man who likes to interact with everyone he meets. He gets along well with the children and young dragons on the island and will try to act as a peacemaker of sorts if need be.
Despite his usually relaxed and friendly disposition, Destin would rather spend time alone or with his trusted companion, Ghost, and recuperate from a long day of work. In his spare time, Destin would occasionally spar with Ghost, honing in on his skills a fighter so that he could lend a hand if the need ever arises.

History
The oldest of four, and the only son, Destin was given a lot of responsibility and duties as a young boy. People expected a lot out him and though he feared he would not deliver, Destin strived to make his parents proud. It wasn’t so much their approval he yearned for, but rather a show of respect. He held his parents in high regards, understanding how difficult it was for them to support him and his sisters with the little profit they acquired from trades and bartering.

From a young age, Destin helped his father tend to the unborn and newborn dragons of the island, as well as assisting his mother on her crop farm. The crops they grew were what they relied on most for trading and resources. Helping out with the young dragons offered no reward other than doing a good deed. He enjoyed the volunteer work. It gave him purpose. When he received his own egg, Destin was determined to raise it on his own, to show it kindness so that it would grow to trust in him.

At first, the bond between him and his new Night Fury seemed nonexistent. She was restless and did not take orders well. A stubborn young thing, Ghost took advantage of her unique trait, play games with Destin and sneaking out for hours during the night. Often times, Destin would awake to find Ghost nowhere to be seen. He would find the string and bell from around her neck lying outside the house. She’d usually be found lying under a large tree at the base of the mountain. One night, Destin decided he would meet her at her sleeping tree, not wanting her to sleep alone every night. After her nightly prowl, Ghost would retreat to her favorite spot, only this time she found a slumbering Destin curled up at the trunk of the tree, his breath visible in the cold air. Destin would wake that morning to find Ghost covering his body with her wings, her arms holding his body against hers. After that night, the two became almost inseparable.

Job
Hatching Grounds-keeper

Preferred weapon(s)
Close Combat: Axe and shield
Range: Bow and arrow

Skills
Marksman- He is best with his bow, able to use his intelligence to make precisions shots
Cook- Just something he learned from his mom. He isn’t the best, but it’s good enough to fill up his sisters when their parents are off on maritime expeditions.

Fears
- Spiders
- Losing his family
- Drowning. He can swim but he isn’t the best

Other
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Description
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Picture
To be added

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Name
Ghost

Age
3

Species
Night Fury

Gender
Female

Personality
Ghost is a stubborn girl, still very young and adventurous. Like most Night Furies, Ghost appears practically fearless and has a very independent attitude. She’s weary of new faces and isn’t easy to trust others, but after getting accustomed to someone, Ghost will let her guard down around them and accept them as non-hostile beings. When she’s not being overly cautious, Ghost becomes a very active and lively dragon.

Skills
- Speed- Like all Night Furies, her speed is nearly unmatched, aside from that of her kin
- Plasma- Her fire-type is common amongst Night Furies: eloquently powerful shots of plasma
- Camouflage- An ability unique to her, Ghost was born with the adaptive ability to change the pigment of her scales to match her surrounds to a point. This ability, however, sacrifices the durability of her scale armor, making her skin easier to pierce compared to others of her kind

Fears
- Electricity (Eels, lightning, ect.)
- Being attacked from behind
- Destin’s cooking

Physiology
Invisibility- Similar to the Changewing and Stealth Dragon, Ghost developed the unique ability to match her scale pigment exactly with her surroundings, able to blend in almost completely with the environment. It is extremely difficult to see her when she is in this state, especially to the untrained eye. Even if one were to differentiate her from the surrounding area, she would still be very difficult to spot. When on the move in this state, it is near impossible to see her.

Picture
To be added

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