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10 yrs ago
Current Depression is a nemesis of creativity.
10 yrs ago
Every single one of my statuses has gotten one like. Who is this mysterious person who listens to my random ramblings?
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10 yrs ago
All of my 1x1 roleplays mysterious died. All of the people who told me I had to be active are now mysteriously inactive.
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10 yrs ago
The bottle of apple juice lied to me, and was actually orange juice. I see now that I can trust no one.
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10 yrs ago
Assessing the hopes and dreams of a bottle of apple juice.

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Given Name
Forgotten

Appearance
Forgotten is a young adult female, tall and thin and of slender features. Her skin is white and pale, her eyes a piercing green, and her hair jet black, long and straight, falling just below her waist. She wears a plain white gown that would be very familiar to anyone who has visited a modern hospital, a little torn and sordid near the bottom. The sleeves of this gown have been torn away and wrapped around her hands and lower arms, concealing a series of scars.

Equipment
A single, small knife, a plastic tray with a single meal on it, a woolen blanket, and a small wooden puzzle-box, its contents unknown as she has forgotten how to open it and refuses to destroy it.

Memories
-The knife she arrived with was used to inflict the injuries she bears on her arms
-The day before she died she attempted to kill herself, but failed
-She had three older sisters, and each of them was better than her at everything
-She can remember a storybook that her mother used to read her as a child, the story of a girl named Forgotten
-She can remember lying on the ground and sobbing after having been punched in the face
-She used to practice archery, and was pretty good at it

Awakening
In a moment of epiphany, the young woman made a sudden realization that filled her with warmth and love. Knowing that she had to tell her family, she quickly sat up in her bed and opened her eyes- except she wasn't in her bed, and her eyes showed her a far different place than that hospital in which she had fallen asleep. This place was grey and flat, the twilight landscape interrupted only by a few solemn spires of worn stone. Where was her- her- who was she looking for just now? She strained her mind but just couldn't remember who it was that she wanted to tell about... about what? It had just come to her, and she had already forgotten, she had forgotten so much, almost everything, just like the girl in the story book... Why could she still remember that? She could not remember her mother, but she could remember that. Was she the girl in the storybook? Was she Forgotten?
"I am Forgotten."
She said it aloud, and it seemed to... click. Even if that wasn't her name before, it certainly would be now.


Character finished, I think
Varontis hummed happily as he worked. He was sitting on one of the lounge's many couches- actually, it would be more accurate to say he was lying across it, taking up an entire couch in the already-crowded lounge with his body and his various supplies. He was knitting, at the moment, in the end stages of create a warm woolen scarf, dark green in color. His scepter, a wonderful piece of gold and emerald, sat at his side, and he planned to use it soon. Once this scarf was done, Varontis planned to Naturalize it, and his mind raced with all of the possibilities for a living scarf. He could make it so that this scarf, by its life, was warmer than any other scarf ever created, and it would make an excellent gift. Or he could engineer a living scarf that would strangle whoever tried to wear- not too much, of course, Varontis never killed, especially with his pranks. He just couldn't decide which to try first, and his excitement was definitely impacting his rate of work. Hearing with his well-tuned ears a smidgen of conversation, he glanced up for a moment, and saw the guildmaster conversing with someone who had his back turned to Varontis, but who Varontis could still identify as the curator of beasts. He gave a small, polite small to the guildmaster, then set to work once again.
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This seems fun, are you still accepting characters?
I used to have two rabbits, they were awesome
A human living in the labyrinth. Perhaps they have unique skills that monsters can't really do, like smithing nice weapons.


I'd prefer that you roleplay as some sort of monsters, but there may be ways to make a human character work. Keep in mind that the monsters who live in this dungeon have been persecuted by humans, and will be very wary, and maybe even hostile, toward them. You could use a human who has some sort of disease or mutation, for example, that would make them seem monstrous and therefore be outcast from the other humans. Or maybe a human who uses some sort of illusion or disguise to appear as a monster, for whatever reason. That is all that comes to mind for me, but there may be other solutions.
Can we play humans?


As in one of the adventurers who attacks the Tomb, or a human living in the labyrinth?
@Hawlin
Just reminding you the OOC is open, since I don't know if you've checked it out yet, link is in my post above this one
Bump
*wakes up one morning, OOC exploded* I sure missed a lot xP
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