Dannyel

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Wooh, this is developing quickly. Can't wait to see the IC. But just a heads up, I cannot post on Thursday. Work. /sighs

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Is my post working? I see it on my end, but my subscription still registers Tae as the last post.

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Ouch, Rockette. That sucks. Hope your headache isn't too bad!

And hello MST3K! Nice to see you around. :D

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Tagress Guild

Dylan had been hungry but watching Estelle shovel food into her mouth the way she did was actually a bit nauseating. Leaning back in his chair he settled on nursing his cup of coffee. He had been denied all caffeine in the hospital, which wasn’t the worst since he might have been slightly addicted, but he did miss the stuff.

"What else do you want to do today, Estelle?"

“Yes,” he echoed, “that’s a very good question. I think we should all do something fun, get out of the town.” His eyes lit up. “Oh, I know! Let me grab a canvas and paint and we can go out on a picnic. It’s a sunny afternoon and we can bring some wine and snacks. I can paint, Lisette can play with Kapi, and...you all can chase butterflies or something.”

Turning about, he searched the Guild for Don. “Where’s Big Bro gotten too? He’s been down lately, I’m sure he’d love this!”

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Hey guys, I'm feeling better! I'll probably post in a couple of hours after dinner. :D

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I just want to clarify that I didn't create Janet with the intent of countering anyone's "anti-social" character, but more that I wanted a loud mouthed woman and that seems like a natural extension of the personality.

Honestly, balance is good. If everyone was anti-social or very social nothing would be accomplished. Both extremes are bad.

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I wanted someone kinda unorthodox. There's nothing wrong with having an RP with darker themes, but I find that we need at least a little cheeriness or everything gets so damn miserable.

Besides, she'd be fun to break - I mean develop! - of the course of the RP.

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Name: Janet Stafford

Age: 33

Appearance

Gender: Female

Personality: She’s a boisterous woman, full of laughter and smiles, and always up for a challenge or dare. Many people would find her to a strange choice for an Eraser since she gives off the impression of not understanding subtlety. That’s not entirely true, she understands it well enough and will use it when the situation calls for it, but would rather cut straight to the heart of the matter. Dealing with complicated situations and lies in her job she often strives for simplicity and openness in her personal life.

She also has a strong dislike for the antisocial types, the quiet ones who would rather be alone, and has a bad habit of pestering them. Tempting them to let loose and have fun, quick with a joke or a prank, and loves to call herself a “bad influence” on people. Janet wears her heart on her sleeve, and honestly believes that she is helping people with her position, and refuses to even think of the moral implications of her job. It would probably just open a can of worms, and that wouldn’t be fun at all.

Writing Sample

This is from another RP, and was posted just before the big crash. It is the end of an extended fight scene between my villain and an couple of other characters.

Megaera scoffed at these suggestions. Did she really think that after everything she had done to her that she'd get off without any kind of punishment? The Lady Megaera had no room for mercy left in her heart, especially to the brat that had done her very best to ruin her completely. Her beauty was gone forever, much of her art had been destroyed. What was left for her? 

Nothing. Nothing at all. 

But dammit if the girl wasn't going to pay for it. Pushing herself forward, she staggered to her feet and stood strong, though her vision was still blurry. "Come here, brat," she challenged as she spotted the girl. "Do you really think that you can handle such a weapon? A tiny thing like you." Pushing through the pain, she launched herself forward, her snakes ready to strike. 

Ha! The girl had closed her eyes, as if she was unable to look at the destruction she had wrought. What a fool. The snakes reached forward as she closed the distance, the longer ones able to reach and bite, filling her once more with her paralysis venom. Good, that should buy her enough time to get close and turn her to stone. 

But then there was something unexpected, a sharp pain in her gut that not only stopped her in her tracks but caused her to lean back and shriek in pure agony. It appeared that she had forgotten to account for her messed up vision, that she had been just a wee bit too far to the left, and in her own foolishness and anger, had impaled herself upon Julien's glaive. 

She felt the glaive slip out of her, and turned her bleary eye upon Celeste, who's arms were drooping from the venom. "No, no, no," she gasped as she held her hands against her the gaping wound, holding her skin together and her blood seeped through her fingers. Previously Celeste had only damaged her superficially, but this…this was mortal. 

There was nothing she could do, no way that she could save herself. Only the best of Clerics could save her, and there were none of those close by. She was damned, but she'd be damned if she left an ugly corpse. "Goodbye, my pets," she whispered as her snakes circled in around her, caressing her with their heads as the solemnly wished her goodbye. "You served me well." They hissed once last time, then they vanished, leaving her to be swathed in her own dark tresses once more. 

Using the last bit of her strength, she pushed herself to her feet for the very last time, holding her arms across her chest so that her tattered dress fluttered down gracefully. Even in her dying state she knew how to make beauty out of ruin, and through her own magic, she would preserve it for all time. It started at her feet, working it's way up her legs and onwards, as she turned herself into one of her statues. 

"Leave a pretty corpse," she said, her final words before the spell took her face, restoring it to it's full beauty, the tooth, the eye restored. It was a cheap gift, though, restoring her to full beauty but leaving her to merely stare into emptiness for all eternity, an cold statue devoid of life. 

But still, despite her harshness and her cunning, her lies and her snakes, she made a beautiful piece of art. Her head was tilted up, her eyes wide up but sad, as she stared up into the ceiling forevermore. She looked incredibly sad, holding her arms around herself as she forever contemplated all that she had lost. 

Across the room, Julien blinked, the stoney cage starting to slowly fade around his eyes. 

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Pach! You're feeling sick too? Bleck. I'm home from work and just…bleck.

I've never seen Donnie Darko, but I probably should. Gah, I have so many movies to catch up on.

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Hey Icky! I'mma do a character sheet soonish. :D