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6 yrs ago
What is even the point of pineapples on pizza? You might as well throw strawberries or apples on it too. I mean that's what I would do if I knew I had shit taste lol.
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6 yrs ago
It feels good to be back on this site after so many months. Military life is exhausting.
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7 yrs ago
"Yeah man, I'm actually being smart with my scholarship money. I'm saving it instead of buying things out of impulse like other people." *buys a pair of Yeezys the next day*
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7 yrs ago
I just want to be apart of an RP that actually ends. You know, without everyone dropping out.
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7 yrs ago
Steam sale is here. There goes my wallet.
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B L U B A R O N 4 5




Most Recent Posts

The purpose of this list is to recycle some ideas if I ever get into a newer RP.

Characters I've played as

These are characters who I have played as and either the stories were abandoned, still ongoing or that we're finally done with the story (which is a point I haven't reached yet sadly).

From Protea - The Ebon Flow


From Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}



From Tin Soldiers: Long Mercy



Both from Nocturne





Ideas/Failed Characters


I don't remember how to spell the name for this one but here it is.


An abandoned idea from Dust Runners
Bernardo - A Day at Work
Thursday; November 30, 2130 - 1:35pm

The company advocated "advancement day" which singularly was an event to give thanks to both the sales team on being the top software company in sales and the development team for being considered as one of the most advanced, as a reward, everyone in the office would wear what they so desired; Bernardo, formally, kept on his suit and never saw a point in looking unprofessional.

Like in most days, there was an slow and progressive attempt to aspire to soon be done with his work by the end of his shift, despite being weeks ahead of his work. Bernardo urged himself to disdain from all personal relations from his colleagues including the accountant who happened to be quite fond of him, if there were any and at times would see his fellow workers fool around mainly because they were ahead. He could not really blame them, if there was one thing about being human: it's your sense of playfulness which Bernardo soon took to his coding rather than with people, something he considered a waste of time when it came to work.

And there was one good thing about working in Elias: it was the fact that he loved to program and the fact that he was apart of a team and company which he didn't mind. There was a sense of transcended intimacy between his machine and him, a connection between thought and quiet, distracting concentration which attached the ambitious worker to his machine, trying to keep his thoughts today away from the message he dreamed about which caused him some discomfort.

What could it mean? He asked himself. It in that brief moment of thinking about what significance that dream had, if any, and focused on writing a script which he might recommend to the rest of the development team which would patch a file on a potential glitch. Then his boss, a balding, middle-aged man with leftover black hair that surrounded his crown, sharp facial features and a beard approached him once again. Bernardo soon assumed it was to check up on him once again. For some reason, his boss visited him often, although never to ever really pester him about work as someone might think a boss might do. It could because I'm so cool and interesting he soon playfully charmed himself - although realistically, he had no idea why he visited him as often as he did compared to all the other programmers in the development team. Most of time, it was to ask how he was doing or what thoughts he had about certain subjects regarding the implementation of new, innovative ideas. While writing his script, his boss cleared his throat to alert Bernardo to his attention in which both men reciprocated small introduction that was soon followed by a recommendation his boss had for Bernardo.

"I was thinking..." He said, still playing with his pen and looking down at Bernardo's desk which itself happened to be very organized yet maintained it's own personality, something you can consider being organized by a human being rather than a machine."-that maybe, you can take a day off? You're one of our best programmers here and I'm sure it would do you a great favor in taking a small break. For at least a day. As we already said, we're weeks ahead of schedule. What do you say?" He added, giving a brief moment for Bernardo to think to himself.

A day off? Bernardo surprisingly asked himself, there would be nothing better than taking a day off although he had no idea what he might do that day. Bernardo soon made up his mind, choosing to stay home and when his shift was over, Bernardo soon met up with Gerald who was so distracted by his phone, as most people normally are, he did not even notice Bernardo. They both soon took the bus and headed home, still thinking of the message he received in his head the same morning.
We could say that he was in a coma after a terrible baseball accident or something like that, ya'know? We'll see soon enough what the OP thinks. I'm sure he's just busy.
I'm still contemplating whether or not Daniel should go with the first who drop; Maybe for research purposes and I assume it will be because his curiosity gets the better of him. Will think of something the moment after I read the first post.
Okay, I think I am free now too. Will write something today although I have no idea what I'd write about.
Not entirely, he is actually quite fond of him actually. I will edit the next morning, I just need to fix my grammar when I'm sober hahaha
Sorry if my writing sounds a little strange, I am a little intoxicated, not gonna lie; So there it is... That's what I get for going to a kick-back. Going to bed now, nighty night. :)
Francis Newman - Another morning, Another day at Haoma

The morning was cold enough not to be too unbearable for Squad 1, yet not too comfortable especially with the extra ten kilograms which was tightly strapped to Francis's waist, a terrible repercussion which served as punishment for losing a game of Capture the Flag against squadron 20, apart from their "personal issues." Though it certainly wasn't his fault for his fellow "comrades" being as simple-minded or even hot-head as they were but that was the life of working in a squad, if only he could work alone. In solitude, he could find himself not being limited by a such a nuisance. If only they were to his level. Why of all people should he be subjected to punishment when it was clearly their insolence and insouciant behavior such which everyone including him in trouble? Luckily, however, it was only a morning run. If it hadn't been, the heat would definitely done some significant physical damage or bring back terrible memories of poor boy's friends dying of heat stroke. Although running at 4am was certainly much better than running in the middle of the day where he would sweat so bad, it would soak his entire gear and make him, and the others, smell of a very terrible odor which lasted for days.

During the jog, like always, the team spoke among themselves while the boy remained utterly silent, and never uttered a single word or even so much as even a gesture of complaining as he always did most of the time. Not only did the silent, intelligent young soldier had a disdain for people and small "chit-chat", he always found that his words could potentially harbor his own weakness and expose himself to his enemies, whoever they may be among his own squadron. All of these were mainly the reasons for residing in the privy in his own thoughts while his comrades spoke among themselves, as he could truly care less about what they think about him or anything at all.

But thirty-three Kilometers? In under an hour?! He egregiously thought to himself, while the weight of his belt quickly shifted up and down which seemed pull on him while he jogged behind the others discreetly, trying not to be noticed. An extra ten kilograms certainly wouldn't hurt him, although they were quite a lot but he found no true reason to complain; Either you run the day, or the day ran you. Although this is much different than what he was used to. Nonetheless, Francis found himself jogging at a somewhat reasonable pace before finding some comfort during the vigorous morning run and the number of kilometers he had to travel (which itself happened to be a number divisible by three) - All while he made the calculations in his head to assure that he was not only running a pace which would most certainly bring the most desired outcome for the squad and himself which of course included taking an amount of steps which were divisible by three by the time he got back to stretch afterwards for a cool down. Francis jogged along the rough, dirt road, behind the squad, yet not too far or even directly behind them to the point where dirt would be kicked in his face or his PT gear. There definitely wasn't a problem in being behind, just as long as he could maybe show off a little and sprint ahead of them towards the end of the track. This habit was what he loved being in endurance runs as as was habitual for Francis, at least this way he could easily spread his legs far enough in order to assure that he definitely ran a number of steps which, again, were divisible by three, a number he never feels comfortable without. Although there were quite a lot of things Francis found unsavory.

First off, Francis hated cadence. Mainly because it threw off his careful counting as he realized that the number of steps he would take were not taken into account before he went to the finish line to condition. The obsessive compulsive could easily find himself in an even, prime, or any other number that wasn't divisible by three by accident which would make him feel uneasy; though accidental whole numbers which weren't in threes weren't as terrifying to Francis as fractions or even worse: Infinitesimals, the worst but most interesting number of all. Then were the incompetent "initiates" he worked with and their "personal issues" as Castle would put it, but if there was one thing he could be fond of, it was Valke's sophomoric sense of optimism. Although he truly never found Alex funny in any sense, especially when he began to mimic voices in falsetto which he found incredibly annoying, it still was nice to see someone with not with such an aggressive behavior as the rest of the initiates in his squadron. There was some aspects about the soldier which he honestly found quite fond of such as his joyfully simple pleasures in life, a care-free attitude and most importantly, his seemingly trustworthiness, and how connected he felt around him which make the young troubled boy feel at ease since the time his two friends died tragically of heat stroke. But if there was one thing that they all had in common, it was the hatred each one of them shared, which was that "prick commander" Castle and their rivals, squadron 20. Francis did his best to remain quiet while he ran a good pace along the track slightly behind his fellow comrades.
Name: Daniel Arias

Race/Nationality: Hispanic, American.

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Physical Appearance:
Height - 5'10"
Hair Color - Black
Eye Color - Blue
Description: Daniel has a distinct face with sharp cheekbones and an intense gaze.


Favorite Color: Sky blue.

Normal Outfit:
Daniel is typically seen in somewhat formal clothing when he is not wearing his work clothes.



Armor/Work Attire:
His lab coat is typically what he wears in the lab (which is most of the time) doing research with his fellow colleagues.


The Hazmat Space Suit is often worn by scientists for outside use. This space suit is intended to protect the user from harmful radiation and is made of material that can stop 9mm rounds. It is also powered by the latest software, which enables the user to store information from what he or she has gathered - on top of allowing the user to dive underwater.


Weapons:
-AR-117 9mm Pistol (although he doesn't really use it)
-Combat knife
-Swiss Army Knife

Personality:
Daniel Arias is a man who could care less about politics or people as he is usually very apathetic towards almost anything that isn't science/math-based apart from being considered a very earnest person. Daniel is also a very incisive, analytical person who has a natural curiosity and affinity for picking up on small details; The professor is also a pacifistic individual and will do anything to avoid a fight.

Knowledge and Skill Set:
PHD in Evolutionary Biology and a Master's in Mathematics from Skydon University.

Short History:
Daniel, for nearly all of his life, always possessed a wide-field of knowledge pertaining science and mathematics, although never truly had an exclusive interest just one single subject until being forced to choose as he grew older. Born and raised in poverty, Professor Arias always had aspirations to become a scientist and read extensively throughout his childhood about everything math and science related, including reading the works of Newton, Archimedes, Darwin and even Apollonius of Perga. His passion for learning and greater ability to posses such an ability to comprehend such subjects helped him graduate from high school early and when he was 16, he found his passion specifically in biological life and mathematics at the University of Skydon. It was there in that institution where his zealous curiosity could finally able to be nurtured in an establishment where behaviors like his were socially acceptable among educated people.

After earning a bachelor's at 20 years old in mathematics, there was news of a nearby planet which could potentially help sustain life for the human race, Andromeda 7, the last hope for mankind while the earth slowly died. When hearing the news, Daniel then decided to continue grad school to pursue a PHD in Biology, a once considered 'dead major' since most life on earth has been destroyed and only proof of plant or animal life are in records of dusty old books. When the time was right, Daniel and several other esteemed colleagues were called to help observe and research the life of the nearby earth-like planet in order.

Job: Alien Bio-analyzer, an occupation which was designed by the government to study and research life on Andromeda 7.

Controllable by: I am in control, but anyone is free to interact with him.
Sorry I haven't posted. Been really busy. I will write soon, I swear. At least by today.
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