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Hello, CERO here!
While I don't have much to say about myself, I will try regardless to at least clue people into who I am behind the screen.
I've been a casual roleplayer for many years, practically since childhood, and have been through many high and lows when it comes to the actual experience. Enough circumstances have taught me my limitations (the harsh way), and how far I'm willing to go for other people and the games they host. I am heavily opposed to drama, and do not do well with people who disregard the input from other players. We're all here for the same cause, after all, to have fun together!
When it comes to roleplay, I enjoy writing a wide variety of genres. Although the ones to stand the highest on the hierarchy are Fantasy, Action, Slice of Life (heavily dependent on my mood), Romance (preferrably 1-on-1), and Mystery. My preferred format of roleplay is Freeform, and I do not take issue with light GMing. While some violence is to be expected from some of them, highly graphic descriptions of gruesome gore bothers me a lot.
I hope we go on to create many amazing stories together!
While I don't have much to say about myself, I will try regardless to at least clue people into who I am behind the screen.
I've been a casual roleplayer for many years, practically since childhood, and have been through many high and lows when it comes to the actual experience. Enough circumstances have taught me my limitations (the harsh way), and how far I'm willing to go for other people and the games they host. I am heavily opposed to drama, and do not do well with people who disregard the input from other players. We're all here for the same cause, after all, to have fun together!
When it comes to roleplay, I enjoy writing a wide variety of genres. Although the ones to stand the highest on the hierarchy are Fantasy, Action, Slice of Life (heavily dependent on my mood), Romance (preferrably 1-on-1), and Mystery. My preferred format of roleplay is Freeform, and I do not take issue with light GMing. While some violence is to be expected from some of them, highly graphic descriptions of gruesome gore bothers me a lot.
I hope we go on to create many amazing stories together!
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I have renamed him. You can see his new name in the other tab!
The physics professor merely rolled his shoulders in respose before he hunched back onto the seat he was plopped down on. "Such a lack of self-control," he thought to himself. What a poor sap; made to work himself down to the bone for a society which did not genuinely concern itself for his well-being. Adraman pitied the stranger's ill-fated outcome.
Adraman himself didn't hail from Caledon. His father had a single idea, and a faculty colleague made it into reality. There were occasions where Adraman wondered what could have been if himself, a boy with a recently passed away mother, and a father struggling to sustain each other, didn't make the cut for Caledon's gates. He was grateful for what life had given him.
As the train arrived to the southern station and there was a shift in scenery, Adraman blinked away from whatever zone out state he was in to meet his own reflection in the window. He propped up his round silver glasses, and stood up to carry on as usual. Adraman slipped on a peaked cap when the dark of night at the dockside turned out to be a little colder than he anticipated.
The professor wasn't oblivious to the prying eyes sizing him up. He knew his presence sticked out from the crowd like a sore thumb. But he wasn't deterred from his path. Unless somebody was foolish enough to try and mug him, they would do better than to expect him to be a helpless frail old man incapable of self-defense. Leave the uselessness to other members from the hapless airheaded high society he is forced to coddle with.
"Put a coat on. It's cold tonight." Adraman chided without even breaking a second to spare the escort a stare. It should be an embarrassment to anybody to partake in activities unbecoming of one's being. He was especially annoyed by the rather frequent attention he garnered from the female community for his striking features and rugged build. Adraman didn't have time for pointless drabble, there was just so much work to do first to even bother.
A constable. To be expected, he thought. The physics professor tipped the rim of his hat up in a cordial greeting. "Good evening, officer." His voice was clearly that of a figure in charge, firm and eloquent. "No, sir," Adraman procured a license badge from his shoulder bag and presented it to Officer Jared, "I am a representative of the Arcanoscientific Studies & Physics Research Deparment, and proud chairman as of currently." Adraman stashed his badge back before he returned his blue eyes to Jared. "My assistant notified me of a disturbance in the Kaper Dock factories in today's happenings. I was unable to attend earlier due to being submerged in work." Adraman smirked briefly at his own pun.
"May I give the unresponsive mechanisms a look? I believe the root of the problem may not be intricately comprehended yet. It won't take up too much of your time."
Adraman himself didn't hail from Caledon. His father had a single idea, and a faculty colleague made it into reality. There were occasions where Adraman wondered what could have been if himself, a boy with a recently passed away mother, and a father struggling to sustain each other, didn't make the cut for Caledon's gates. He was grateful for what life had given him.
As the train arrived to the southern station and there was a shift in scenery, Adraman blinked away from whatever zone out state he was in to meet his own reflection in the window. He propped up his round silver glasses, and stood up to carry on as usual. Adraman slipped on a peaked cap when the dark of night at the dockside turned out to be a little colder than he anticipated.
The professor wasn't oblivious to the prying eyes sizing him up. He knew his presence sticked out from the crowd like a sore thumb. But he wasn't deterred from his path. Unless somebody was foolish enough to try and mug him, they would do better than to expect him to be a helpless frail old man incapable of self-defense. Leave the uselessness to other members from the hapless airheaded high society he is forced to coddle with.
"Put a coat on. It's cold tonight." Adraman chided without even breaking a second to spare the escort a stare. It should be an embarrassment to anybody to partake in activities unbecoming of one's being. He was especially annoyed by the rather frequent attention he garnered from the female community for his striking features and rugged build. Adraman didn't have time for pointless drabble, there was just so much work to do first to even bother.
A constable. To be expected, he thought. The physics professor tipped the rim of his hat up in a cordial greeting. "Good evening, officer." His voice was clearly that of a figure in charge, firm and eloquent. "No, sir," Adraman procured a license badge from his shoulder bag and presented it to Officer Jared, "I am a representative of the Arcanoscientific Studies & Physics Research Deparment, and proud chairman as of currently." Adraman stashed his badge back before he returned his blue eyes to Jared. "My assistant notified me of a disturbance in the Kaper Dock factories in today's happenings. I was unable to attend earlier due to being submerged in work." Adraman smirked briefly at his own pun.
"May I give the unresponsive mechanisms a look? I believe the root of the problem may not be intricately comprehended yet. It won't take up too much of your time."
Hello! Great post, but one question, would you mind if I changed Adraman's name? It was a choice in the spurt of the moment at the time, so I think I'll be able to find a better alternative.
@Red Wizard Take your time.
Amazing replies, guys!
@Red Wizard Mhm! I don't mind waiting a bit longer. Though now that you mentioned it, I felt curious if my post was decent enough to work with, since I kind of winged it. ^^U
The once busy rustle of papersheets and scratching from fountain pens gliding over paper fell into quietness as nighttime ensued. A chill breeze gently blew through the window left ajar to ventilate the office chockful of study implements. And atop the fine oak desk, one grey-haired man snored loudly like a drum.
Such peaceful calm was disturbed when a sharp knocking on the door echoed throughout the room. There was a beat, and then the door creaked open. A figure made opaque by the dark room maneuvered its away across the furniture in front till it stood besides the man asleep. They carefully poked his shouder, "sir?" a boyish tone inquired.
Adraman's face scrunched up. He cringed awake. "Wha-- What are you doing in here--?" He asked groggily. "It's Robert, sir. Your, um, your secretary?" Robert lit an oil lamp.
"Ah," Adraman came back to his previous spot across the so-comfortable desk. He yawned, then eased his eyes shut once more to return to sleep. "It's been three days, sir." However, he could not let that slip. Adraman jerked back into his seat in disbelief. "THREE DAYS?!"
Robert stared at his superior with a look of mild amusement. Adraman cocked an eyebrow annoyingly, "What?" before he rubbed at his face, and found there were traces of ink smeared on it. He deadpanned while he reached over the desk to don his glasses. "Why wasn't I woken up sooner?"
The secretary rolled on his heels awkwardly. His boss had a tendency to be a little unreasonable sometimes. "Because... You put a Do Not Disturb sign on the handle. And explicitly told me to avoid disrupting your workflow, sir." Adraman rolled his eyes irritably, and wiped his face clean with a hankerchief. "Whatever. The damage has been made. What is it, Robert?"
Robert smiled amused. "Actually, it is funny you say that, because," he passed his superior a newspaper article from the Caledon Gazette. "The dockside factories south from here were alledgedly sabotaged by a mysterious source today's morning. They don't know why the machines aren't starting up, despite the mechanisms being seemingly in prime condition." The physicist read through the article thoroughly, then shrugged. "Perhaps if they shifted their focus towards the causation of it, and not the culprit, we'd be miles ahead by now."
Adraman cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms to the front, then abandoned his desk to make a beeline for the door. Robert followed, confused. "Sir? Where are you going?" The researcher pressed on without a break in his gait. "To the dock. Where else?" Robert continued to protest, "but you haven't even eaten in three days, sir! You aren't presentable to make an appearance either!"
He would've continued, if not for the grumble in his stomach. Adraman sighed in defeat. "Very well. I'll indulge your uncalled for concerns. Now, excuse me."
Once the researcher returned home from his workplace, he showered thoroughly, dressed for the occassion, and ate a decent meal, he frequented the central train station in the northeast. He stashed his shoulder bag with only the necessary items for the trip, not particularly interested to run into a thug and lose something of real value. Adraman stared at his reflection on the window, and cursed at himself for forgetting the miniscule detail of shaving off the fresh stubble over his features. Oh, well. It added character.
@Red Wizard
Such peaceful calm was disturbed when a sharp knocking on the door echoed throughout the room. There was a beat, and then the door creaked open. A figure made opaque by the dark room maneuvered its away across the furniture in front till it stood besides the man asleep. They carefully poked his shouder, "sir?" a boyish tone inquired.
Adraman's face scrunched up. He cringed awake. "Wha-- What are you doing in here--?" He asked groggily. "It's Robert, sir. Your, um, your secretary?" Robert lit an oil lamp.
"Ah," Adraman came back to his previous spot across the so-comfortable desk. He yawned, then eased his eyes shut once more to return to sleep. "It's been three days, sir." However, he could not let that slip. Adraman jerked back into his seat in disbelief. "THREE DAYS?!"
Robert stared at his superior with a look of mild amusement. Adraman cocked an eyebrow annoyingly, "What?" before he rubbed at his face, and found there were traces of ink smeared on it. He deadpanned while he reached over the desk to don his glasses. "Why wasn't I woken up sooner?"
The secretary rolled on his heels awkwardly. His boss had a tendency to be a little unreasonable sometimes. "Because... You put a Do Not Disturb sign on the handle. And explicitly told me to avoid disrupting your workflow, sir." Adraman rolled his eyes irritably, and wiped his face clean with a hankerchief. "Whatever. The damage has been made. What is it, Robert?"
Robert smiled amused. "Actually, it is funny you say that, because," he passed his superior a newspaper article from the Caledon Gazette. "The dockside factories south from here were alledgedly sabotaged by a mysterious source today's morning. They don't know why the machines aren't starting up, despite the mechanisms being seemingly in prime condition." The physicist read through the article thoroughly, then shrugged. "Perhaps if they shifted their focus towards the causation of it, and not the culprit, we'd be miles ahead by now."
Adraman cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms to the front, then abandoned his desk to make a beeline for the door. Robert followed, confused. "Sir? Where are you going?" The researcher pressed on without a break in his gait. "To the dock. Where else?" Robert continued to protest, "but you haven't even eaten in three days, sir! You aren't presentable to make an appearance either!"
He would've continued, if not for the grumble in his stomach. Adraman sighed in defeat. "Very well. I'll indulge your uncalled for concerns. Now, excuse me."
Once the researcher returned home from his workplace, he showered thoroughly, dressed for the occassion, and ate a decent meal, he frequented the central train station in the northeast. He stashed his shoulder bag with only the necessary items for the trip, not particularly interested to run into a thug and lose something of real value. Adraman stared at his reflection on the window, and cursed at himself for forgetting the miniscule detail of shaving off the fresh stubble over his features. Oh, well. It added character.
@Red Wizard
May I ask, how exactly are we supposed to start? At least speaking for myself, I don't think I know what to do first.
I will let Myst post before I try to, since he said he would do it before me. (And to be quite honest I'm drawing a blank, too...)
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