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@mokley Well, for what it's worth, since we all randomly are transferred to the ship with no warning, weapons, skills, ect....it really wouldn't matter what era they were from.
I like it! I'm in.
Why not! Let's have a fantasy roleplay then!
(Ok forgive me, This is my first RP in like 9 months, and this website has changed a little since the last time I was here haha) Full Name: Sean Dotson Age: 23 Gender: Male Nationality: Southern US Born / Caucasian Appearance: Sean has dark hair,eyes, and skin. He takes very good care of his teeth and is very proud of his white smile (Always brush AFTER the morning coffee...never before). He is a very well groomed man, though he sports a dark beard that he takes much pride in. By day he is often in a black suit, white shirt, black skinny tie. He is the textbook definition of "Athletic Build" and takes much pride in his body, missing a workout is like missing a meal. After work he can be found in athletic gym clothes or darkwash jeans (Ask him about them...) and a button up/ blazer. The weather in New Johnson is not ideal for him, he has warm weather in his veigns, so a wool peacoat is often his go-to. Scarves, Gloves, Wool Socks, Boots...sometimes in the winter he simply asks himself "Why Did I come here again?" Personality: A very driven person, he has very few possessions and those that he does have are very important to him. Sean instead holds great value to knowledge and time. He loves to read (nonfiction mostly) and surf the internet on his laptop, usually websites that encourage self discipline. Bio: Sean grew up around the Georgia/South Carolina line in a small town known as Roland, SC. There was little to do their and though he had friends who loved him and his personality, he preferred to stay in and play video games or play on his computer. He learned to code in high school and developed a simple marketing app before he graduated college, allowing him to receive a substantial amount of money that he used to pay off student loans and the rest he invested in the market. He graduated with a finance degree before moving to New Johnson because "That's what people with finance degrees do." (or at least that is what everyone told him.) He got a job working under a wealthy investor, basically being the gatekeeper for his money. He invests in small business start ups that he see's potential in and works on commission. Though the pay is good, he really does the job for the experience and the relationship with his overseer. Current Occupation: Investor The Dream: Retire young and spend his earnings on a library in a small town that he can spend the rest of his days and pass to his children.
I would love to do this, Do you want us to apply our Characters here?
Very interested!
"One last thing." Said the last man before he got back into the van. He held out his hand and gave Sean a key to what seemed like a car. "It's in the back."

Sean walked around back to find, not a car, but a full sized school bus. Blacked out windows except the back glass and the passenger's side, which was probably illegal he thought to himself. He used the key to unlock the door, it was amazing. There were no seats, simply a few poles to hang onto throughout. There was a bar along the back side of the left wall. It was dark, but when Sean started the ignition flashing lights and lasers flickered throughout. A disco ball spun on the roof...he was going to get pulled over..he could feel it.

He drove to the school in his new toy and parked in the middle of the commons, in the grass. He locked it up and left it there, keeping watch to make sure no one had seen him. Just that time a text from an unknown number came to his phone, it read.

"Attention students, if you would like to ride the party bus to the party tonight please meet in the commons at 8 o clock. All are invited. -T"

Some how, somewhere, someone was watching...and though Sean trusted this mystery man, he was nothing short of amazed at everything he did.
Guys, this is a really good RP and it was going well, let's not let it die.
"Flynn." He stated his name.

He took the cookies and climbed on top of the building, running out of site. He went to the tent city and dropped the cookies amongst them,

"Share, or I'll shoot you." He said, pointing at his arrows. Of coarse, he would never shoot an innocent, and they knew that it was an empty threat. He almost laughed and said "I have to go, I have some business to take care of, you guys play nice. I may come back after midnight."

He then turned around and went back toward the bakery. It was a whole lot faster to travel via rooftop than on the sidewalk below. He caught back up with the magical girl and the dark haired boy. He was quiet as a mouse and stuck to the shadows so they couldn't see him. He followed them from above...why? Maybe he was just curious, he hadn't heard of someone knowing magic in quite awhile...much of it had become hush hush these days. Or maybe he was just nosey...either way, his curiosity had been struck and when that happens, it is hard to lose him.

The wind blew hard and made good cover for what little noise he made, The shadows were dark on one side of all the buildings this close to the edge of the city...the cover was perfect. If only he could hear what they were saying below.
"Who are you calling child...I'm a grown man!" Flynn said, now taking his hood off, revealing his full beard. "I may try one of your cookies, but only if you will share them with my friends first. Follow me" Flynn jumped down from the building, about 8 feet at a time on windows and crevasses in in the brick wall. He looked the young lady in the eyes, "Those words you murmured earlier, I have heard them before." He said, wording carefully as not to reveal that he knew it was a spell. "Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends. Or don't...I wouldn't follow some random stranger I just met either."
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