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5 yrs ago
Current Googled how to improve internet connection and it won't load. FML.
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5 yrs ago
We visit you because we would like to know you better :3
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5 yrs ago
Did you know that snipe is a type of bird? BECAUSE I DIDN'T AND IT BLEW MY MIND olivermarshall.net/wp-conte…
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Gay could mean very happy too, so in a way the water *do* make the frogs gay
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Advanced is not labeled advanced for nothing XD
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Internet connection is kinda wonky atm, so I mostly browse and reply on Mobile, or during slow hours
Sorry if my posting speed plummet to almost nil >.<

Experimental RP with no Backstory nor CS

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Roland

"Well.. That was rude," Roland complained to nobody in particular after nobody responded to his demand for a drink. Not the bartender, not the waitress, no one.

Though perhaps that was to be expected. After all, this is a human settlement. And not even the more advanced one at that. These people tend to not like those that were not of their own kind. Which, while not exactly the most fun experience for an outsider like him, was totally the norm that simply had to be accepted.

"Ah well, whatever." He muttered. It's not like he's here for leisure anyway. He's here for a job. And apparently he's late to the party. As he quickly found the single fellow magician in this backwater settlement, he noticed that two other adventurers were already flocking by her side. Both seemed to be rather seasoned in their craft too.

"Hmm.. This is troubling," he thought. After all, the more people taking up the job, the less each person's portion is going to be. And if he were to support his village's finance, one or two gold coins would not do. So unless the job was either very rewarding or at least very challenging, it might be better for him to look elsewhere.

With that in mind, Roland strode towards the table the trio was at, and.. Well, barged in.

"Hello. I am Roland. I heard you are hiring helping hands?" He introduced himself.
"Excuse me for being curt. What is the job and how much is the pay?"
@Ammokkx
Wanderer of the Void
Chapter 0 - Close Encounter with the Beginning

"You.. Are not scared of me?" The Lady asked in a hushed voice. Her pupils contracted and her gaze wandered for a bit before focusing back to you. Why was she so shocked by such a simple greeting? Did you say something wrong?

And after a short, yet not short enough awkward silence, the Lady cleared her throat and returned your greeting.

"Well, I guess it's refreshing to meet someone who does not have a meltdown over a simple 'hello'," she said while waving her hand, as if to dismiss the fact as trivial. Then, correcting her pose, she bowed and introduced herself."Lisami. That is my name."

Lisami.

Hearing that name had jogged your memory. Well, probably not yours - as you are a shadow with no memories to call its own - but rather the collective memory that's been pooling in the void. An unbearable headache assaulted you. As if possessed, your entire body convulsed wildly. You crumpled to the floor, clutching your own body in a fetal position as the wave of nostalgia and feelings overwhelm you.


The Goddess of Creation. That was the identity of the Lady in front of you. But how? Why?

"Well?" the Goddess broke the silence that has, once again, lasted for far too long.
"Will you tell me yours?"

As if responding to the question, a name and form floated into your mind.

"Ah... My name is..." You hastily answered.

Sample CS (once you pasted the format I provide, this should be the end product):

@LukasVolkov
Lykantha
Chapter 1 - Oblivion

"The Darkness?" the Wraith replied your question with another question.

You were unsatisfied with this reaction, but for some reason you were unable to voice a protest to the creature. All you managed, were a glare. You tried your best to made it seem vicious, but probably it simply looked cute in the face of actual embodiment of terror.

"Kukuku.. Relax, Lykantha. Are you not able to take a joke?" the Wraith chuckled mockingly.

"This place is Oblivion," It continued. "A place where memories come to fade. A final resting place of the dead; a place where they finally meet their ultimate end," it blabbered with a tone far more ominous than it previously commands. "You too, are here to share their fate."

You are.. to be forgotten? But it was not supposed to be this way! Your story were not supposed to end just yet! In fact, it had yet to truly begun!

As if answering the turmoil in your head, the creature then offered you a sliver of hope.

"Though of course, exceptions can be made. A hunt. Get me something from the Void, and I shall grant you enough power to break free of this place. What do you say?"

Of course, this was a no-brainer question for you. You longed for the prospect of the hunt in the first place. Saliva began to pool inside your mouth. A subtle growl sounded from the pits of your belly.

"I want to hunt," you said. "I need to hunt!"

"Perfect!" The Wraith exclaimed. "I, Val of the Thousand Blades, shall grant you the power to overcome your Adversaries!"

@goodmode
Revenant of Shield
Chapter 0 - To Whom The Bell Tolls

"Calm down," said the skeletal creature in front of you as it put more pressure upon your shoulder. It was slightly uncomfortable, but for some reason you knew that it was done out of concern, rather than malice.

The same, however, cannot be said for the.. thing that had just fallen from the sky, if whatever plane exist above this place could be called that. The person that descended was simultaneously similar and polar opposite of you. Where you were a mass of darkness, he had light shining from within him. Where you were standing before the Skeleton, he stood behind them. Where you had a shield - or used to, at least - he had a war hammer.

Seemingly misunderstanding the situation, this.. person.. thing quickly rushed towards your position, and swung his hammer down at the Skeleton that was holding your shoulder down.

"And it goes for your as well", the creature said in a stern tone without so much as looking back. As if reacting to their words, the assailant's hammer shattered into a million shards in a blinding spark.

"This is not the place for a talk. Come," they continued unpertubed as they took your and the mystery man's hands. And as they did so, the creature's cloak engulfed the two of you, and in a blink of an eye, you were transported into another place.

A garden of wilting roses, to be precise. It was an eerily beautiful place. The deep crimson of rose petals contrasting with the darkened stalk upon which they bloomed from; the entire 'garden' was filled with these twisted beauties. On the dead center of it all, stood a gazebo that aged like a fine wine. The woods from which they were made, were dry and cracked. Yet the beauty they convey, were almost heart-wrenchingly beautiful. Sitting inside, were two visages.

The first was the Skeletal Being that brought you here. You already know them, though their appearance had changed ever so slightly. Their bones were now covered in some soft of thin film that you somehow recognized as skin. Their features seemed to have softened a bit too. Their horns had now taken the form of white hairs, and their eyes were no longer hollow.


The second one, was a stark contrast. Beautiful you thought. And how could you not? The Being was glimmering with the colours of rainbow. Their eyes golden, each as brilliant as The Sun. Flowing golden hair adorned their head. Their features, even softer and more delicate than the Skeleton's new appearance. Yet their body, while petite, exudes comparable imposing presence as the Skeleton.


As you continued to stare for way too long at the duo, the Skeleton - or rather, the old gentleman - beckoned the two of you to come closer.

Wait, two? You realized that not only you, the hammer person was also there with you. And you also realized that now your appearance were also getting closer to the three of them.

A name drifted into your heart. Your name.



@Undying Curiosity
Seeker of Light
Chapter 0 - Path of a Saint

You had a feeling that if you were to abandon the Gate, it would disappear from your sight forever. The thought made you hesitate for a fraction of a second. But you quickly cast away your doubt. After all, what is salvation if it comes at the price of your morality? Would salvation come to somebody without goodness in their heart?

Saying a curt goodbye to the Gate, you rushed towards the falling shadow. Seeing that it had fallen into the Abyss, you steeled your resolve once more, and dived right into the rescue.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw the Gate dispersing into a million light particle.

"Ah.." You let out a small sigh. You knew what was going to happen, but it saddens you anyway.

But what you did not see, was how the light particle flown towards you - engulfing you within its gentle light. Without you realizing, a Crest of the Keeper has appeared on the back of your right palm.

As you descended towards the endless darkness, your body changed and changed again, until it settled on an ideal form. A name too, floated into your consciousness. Your name.

Roland

"I really shouldn't have accepted that job offer," Roland thought to himself.

A few days ago some random villager came to his tower to ask him for a favour. Honestly, he didn't fancy going on a quest with other travelers - mainly because being under the sunlight is uncomfortable for him; but they did say that due to the recent crop failure the village is running short on resources, and every single coin was important to ensure they could survive the coming winter. Their livelihood was at stake - which is why Roland reluctantly agree with their request.

Little did he know that the villager was telling him to jump town towards Stagcross. You heard that right. Stagcross. The 'supposed' gate to King's Pass Mountain, that - in reality - is pretty much a sorry excuse of a backwater village. Or a cesspool, if you were being harsh.

"What was the job again?" Roland asked himself.
"Right. Escorting a Sorceress named.. Ana, was it?" He recollected.

Pulling his hood lower, Roland begrudgingly willed his trusty steed - a mule the Village lent to him - to pick up the pace. He's practically melting under the sun, and any stinking tavern or inn would be better than being in the open. The noble beast, however, did not increase its speed whatsoever. The trip was slow and uneventful - save for Roland's constant and consistent cursing along the way.



It was slightly past noon when Roland reached the village of Stagcross. And without wasting his time, he urged his mule to the nearest stable, tether it tightly to one of the open stalls, and quickly left for the tavern.

"Barkeep! Give me something cold and hard!" Roland announced his arrival.
@SilverPaw
Nameless Savant
Chapter 0 - Flamma Vitae

As you pour your power into the trapped flame, something curious happened. You felt a resonance with it. Visions that somehow seemed familiar flooded your mind. It was pleasant at first, but the vast amount of information quickly became unbearable. Soon enough, you found yourself clutching your head desperately, as if hoping that by squeezing the path towards your brain, you could stop the memories from flooding.

Yet it was futile. Knowledge continued to assault you from all direction. You were engulfed by it, and as if reflecting the state of your mind, your own flame began to swallow your body whole. From outside and within, you suffered torture beyond belief.

"Ah.. This is.." You found yourself muttering.

My world.. Our world..!


The pain subsided. The flame too, seemed to have subsided. You finally relaxed and crumpled into a kneel. Sweat covered your entire being.

"Wait, sweat?" You wondered to yourself. "Shadows do not sweat."

Then you realized that your entire being has changed -- or rather, returned to its former existence. A name lingered in your mouth. And for some inexplicable reason, you cannot help but feel like announcing it out loud!

"___! I am ___!"

Then you turned back towards the enormous congregation of flames, buried of piles of flaming, yet unburning scriptures. It was one of the 72 Pillars, you were sure.

"I am Vassa the Prophet," the Flame announced. "Are you my master?"

@Odin
Rogue Soul
Chapter 0 - Forged of Flames and Violence

You approached the beast before you with the assumption that it would move to intercept you. You are a seasoned fighter, you simply knew this as a fact. You were prepared.

Or so you thought.

Contrary to your predictions, the beast stood still. Your Kanabo met its target unhinged. Yet why does it matter? The beast didn't even as much as flinch over your strike.

"Ah..." You remarked as you realized the insurmountable difference of power between you, a mere shadow, and the creature that stood at the pinnacle of this plane.

"What..."

You heard it growl.

"Is it exactly that you find so weird.."

It continued. Its left biceps coiled and bulged - flame and lava can be seen erupting from its veins.

"If a Monarch wanted to test His heir's worth?!"

A thunderous punch flew towards you.

It was simple and straightforward. A straight, with no feint or tricks behind it. Were this punch thrown by anything but this monstrosity, you would easily dodge it. Yet here you are, helplessly staring at the incoming strike unaware and unprepared.

Like a ragdoll, you flew and bounced all over the arena. You felt two or three of your ribs breaking, stabbing at your lungs. Something hot and metallic rose through your throat, and wetted the inside of your mouth.

Blood. Was it yours? You thought to yourself.
And bones, too. You never had these before.

You felt your body changing. From where the beast - no, Monarch - had landed His strike, you felt surging heat and pain. Bones were forming and breaking continuously, snapping into their place bit by bit. And growing from the white branches, were strands of crimson ivy. Muscles. Then on top of it, a rubbery substance began to spread until it encompassed your entire being. Skin.

You let out a silent scream from the unbearable pain of being reborn. And as sudden as it all began, the pain subdued. You took a glance at your new appendages - all of them at an equal portion of alien and familiar. Then a name entered your mind. Your name.

"Stand! Young one," the Monarch roared. "Choose your next move carefully. There is a fine line between courage and foolishness."

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