Hello~ Sorry about my absence! Working on a novel.. I want 5k words per chapter and I'm about half way there for chapter one. 
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Archangel of Justice, Fairness, Vengeance, Harmony
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Hello! My name is Dashing Heights but I prefer to be called Dashie. x3 I love Supernatural, Frozen, and My Little Pony, I own and have read all of the Warriors books out so far, I idolize Misha Collins, and I have a talent for drawing and writing!
Depending on the characters and setting, I tend to drift between Intermediate, Skilled, and Narrative roleplaying. I use Literary format and write in past tense from the third person perspective because I find this combination to be relatively simple and it lets sentences flow easily. I prefer descriptive sentences with nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs, prepositional phrases, cunjunctions, similies, metaphors, etc.
I put a lot of time and thought into my characters. Therefore, I will not make one specifically for your roleplay. Sorry, but I can't play a character I'm not familiar with. It takes me more than two seconds to put a valid character together, I can't just pull a picture off the internet, slap a random name on it and call it good. My brain doesn't work like that O.o I am mildly OCD.
Furthermore, I draw all pictures of my characters myself, so please don't use them!! <3 Thank you!
Depending on the characters and setting, I tend to drift between Intermediate, Skilled, and Narrative roleplaying. I use Literary format and write in past tense from the third person perspective because I find this combination to be relatively simple and it lets sentences flow easily. I prefer descriptive sentences with nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs, prepositional phrases, cunjunctions, similies, metaphors, etc.
I put a lot of time and thought into my characters. Therefore, I will not make one specifically for your roleplay. Sorry, but I can't play a character I'm not familiar with. It takes me more than two seconds to put a valid character together, I can't just pull a picture off the internet, slap a random name on it and call it good. My brain doesn't work like that O.o I am mildly OCD.
Furthermore, I draw all pictures of my characters myself, so please don't use them!! <3 Thank you!
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I have made @Miss Echo and @ArenaSnow my co-GMs, just in case I have to be somewhere and can't answer questions.
I have made @Miss Echo my co-GM just in case I need one.
There was a small crack as Reagan backed up into a tree root. He froze, arms out to his sides, knees bent in a crouch, eyes darting around nervously. He'd come here with the Masarani group, but had gotten separated upon their arrival. He was sure he wasn't far away, he could hear the sparking of the wrecked plane somewhere off to his left, but he was too afraid to move. Eyes were on him.
"No," Maddox whined, "I feel dirty and gross." Rowan mumbled something under her breath that sounded like 'far from it,' earning a chuckle and a pat on the shoulder from her brother. "Well, you leave at noon, if you decide to accept," he shuffled to the exit, but just before he left he pointed out a basket of assorted items left on the table. "Those are for you. I managed to, uh.. Procure a few during my regulation duties."
Midas was a trades manager. He did exactly what the job sounded like: managed traded items. Sometimes he'd find good things to "borrow" for himself or his little sister. In this case, Rowan pulled out of the basket several loaves. "Bread!" Maddox exclaimed happily. Only the higher ups got real bread. Rowan looked joyfully through the rest of the basket, finding butter and jam to go with the bread loaves. "I love him," she sighed fondly.
Maddox chuckled, nodding even though he didn't fully understand. He'd never had a sibling, and though he considered Rowan his sister, she wasn't. He didn't truly have a family. At least, he never felt like he did. He pulled a shirt over his head and quickly changed his pants before joining her at the table. She was already cutting into a loaf. They ate in silence, both mulling over their afternoon task. Maddox still didn't see the problem, but Rowan was clearly perturbed.
Work was a small relief; a distraction from what they would inevitably have to face. Rowan wandered the rows of root vegetables, harvesting what looked ripe and leaving what didn't. Buttons walked helpfully in front, holding the basket with her dexterous tail. Rowan wasn't big or strong enough to handle the blades necessary for cutting wheat, but Maddox was. Maddox was plenty big enough.
The scythe hissed from side to side, small grunts coming up from deep within his chest as his muscles ached with the strain. Several times Rowan stopped to watch his back and biceps flex, a heat curling in her gut as he paused to brush his hair back out of his face and give her a big, silly grin, waving. God, she was hopeless. Hopelessly in love.
@Miss Echo
Midas was a trades manager. He did exactly what the job sounded like: managed traded items. Sometimes he'd find good things to "borrow" for himself or his little sister. In this case, Rowan pulled out of the basket several loaves. "Bread!" Maddox exclaimed happily. Only the higher ups got real bread. Rowan looked joyfully through the rest of the basket, finding butter and jam to go with the bread loaves. "I love him," she sighed fondly.
Maddox chuckled, nodding even though he didn't fully understand. He'd never had a sibling, and though he considered Rowan his sister, she wasn't. He didn't truly have a family. At least, he never felt like he did. He pulled a shirt over his head and quickly changed his pants before joining her at the table. She was already cutting into a loaf. They ate in silence, both mulling over their afternoon task. Maddox still didn't see the problem, but Rowan was clearly perturbed.
Work was a small relief; a distraction from what they would inevitably have to face. Rowan wandered the rows of root vegetables, harvesting what looked ripe and leaving what didn't. Buttons walked helpfully in front, holding the basket with her dexterous tail. Rowan wasn't big or strong enough to handle the blades necessary for cutting wheat, but Maddox was. Maddox was plenty big enough.
The scythe hissed from side to side, small grunts coming up from deep within his chest as his muscles ached with the strain. Several times Rowan stopped to watch his back and biceps flex, a heat curling in her gut as he paused to brush his hair back out of his face and give her a big, silly grin, waving. God, she was hopeless. Hopelessly in love.
@Miss Echo
@Tokki Yeah, mingling. The small formed groups agree to work together to track down the prophet, and they all meet up at her house. XD
Sounds good. We need Hydrenians, if you're game.
@ArenaSnow Of course it's not. :3
"Abyzu," her red eyes flashed with amusement at how uncomfortable Tod seemed to be, "Call me Abby." She extended her hand slowly, just testing the waters with these two. She briefly glanced an ugly looked flashed her way, but ignored it. She could sense him and she knew what he was. She had been around for a long, long time. What did peak her interest was the curious amount of paranormal around her crossroads today.
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