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Is a hippogriff taken/acceptable?
I was joking with the tails comment, Data. Don't sweat it =3
"she needs to create air flow in order to manipulate it"
I apologize if this was not clear, or I didn't divide it from the staff enough. She can cast her magic if air is flowing somewhere near her.
"They take you away when you learn your power"
I'll alter my CS accordingly so she leaves when she finds out.
"Someone already has a Kitsune"
I checked and rechecked, who has a Kitsune on the accepted roster?
"Familiar needs a power the same as yours"
I guess I should recruit Tails from Sonic then, 'cause that's the image I get in my head. XD
I apologize if this was not clear, or I didn't divide it from the staff enough. She can cast her magic if air is flowing somewhere near her.
"They take you away when you learn your power"
I'll alter my CS accordingly so she leaves when she finds out.
"Someone already has a Kitsune"
I checked and rechecked, who has a Kitsune on the accepted roster?
"Familiar needs a power the same as yours"
I guess I should recruit Tails from Sonic then, 'cause that's the image I get in my head. XD
(Edited version down below. Removed from here to avoid confusion)
Anything against a real life image over an anime one?
Name: "Esa Kitten"
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Occupation: Self-taught computer technician by day, S&M guide by night.
Appearance: Brown haired woman in her early twenties, she was slim and short, appearing somewhat younger upon first glance. She wore a rather expensive looking collar, all white with fauz fur lining the inside and poking out the top and bottom edges. A simple buckle on the back kept it in place, and a small gold loop in the front held a tag that read only "Esa Kitten".
Bio and personality: A woman of small stature and every quiet. She was usually looked over because of this. Though the collar snug around her neck would garner her a few looks in the grocery store. Jennifer didn't lead a normal life. She never -had- a normal life, being a mute. On the surface she was a perfect girlfriend for a lovely boyfriend, living in an apartment. dig a bit deeper, and things would be vastly different. That collar represented her hidden life. A life only her closest family and friends found out about.
Though this side of her affects how she interacts with people. She's very shy and does as she's asked. She isn't afraid to try and convey her ideas on a pad she keeps with her at all times when her boyfriend isn't around, though.
When she's not reading her textbooks on computer repair, she's watching videos on how to handle a bo staff and exercising with the one she bought online. Four and a half feet long, custom built for her height and weight. She's no pro, nor has she sparred with anyone. But she's practiced enough for the movements to be second nature.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Occupation: Self-taught computer technician by day, S&M guide by night.
Appearance: Brown haired woman in her early twenties, she was slim and short, appearing somewhat younger upon first glance. She wore a rather expensive looking collar, all white with fauz fur lining the inside and poking out the top and bottom edges. A simple buckle on the back kept it in place, and a small gold loop in the front held a tag that read only "Esa Kitten".
Bio and personality: A woman of small stature and every quiet. She was usually looked over because of this. Though the collar snug around her neck would garner her a few looks in the grocery store. Jennifer didn't lead a normal life. She never -had- a normal life, being a mute. On the surface she was a perfect girlfriend for a lovely boyfriend, living in an apartment. dig a bit deeper, and things would be vastly different. That collar represented her hidden life. A life only her closest family and friends found out about.
Though this side of her affects how she interacts with people. She's very shy and does as she's asked. She isn't afraid to try and convey her ideas on a pad she keeps with her at all times when her boyfriend isn't around, though.
When she's not reading her textbooks on computer repair, she's watching videos on how to handle a bo staff and exercising with the one she bought online. Four and a half feet long, custom built for her height and weight. She's no pro, nor has she sparred with anyone. But she's practiced enough for the movements to be second nature.
It does change the way you look at the world. I've been doing something of the reverse when I play Planetside 2. When I'm just screwing around behind the front lines, I look around the buildings. How would scientists use the tools and machines there? How would techies look running around an amp station? Or even an open field. The landscapes are beautiful, when you're not being shot at XD
Start one up soon, please. You got another one interested! =3
I enjoy joining zombie/survival RPs if they are thought out well enough. I like to project myself into my character, give her my own skills/limits, and see how it goes. To give an example: I'm mute with computer skills. So I'd imagine I'd be a techie. I have a hobby with bo staffs, but I've never used it in an actual fight before. How would I do? What would I do to survive?
I enjoy joining zombie/survival RPs if they are thought out well enough. I like to project myself into my character, give her my own skills/limits, and see how it goes. To give an example: I'm mute with computer skills. So I'd imagine I'd be a techie. I have a hobby with bo staffs, but I've never used it in an actual fight before. How would I do? What would I do to survive?
Esailia adjusted the bow in its harness on her back. Humans. Always so...bustling. It reminded her of an anthill, and her next thought was what might happen if a properly sized ant eater were to walk up to the town and start doing what they do for a living. It brought a smile to her lips. She always had these strange thoughts, always imagining the fantastic and unreal. Kept her mind sharp, and it's also why she was in town. The elf had met a passing trader, and heard of this poster. "Adventurers wanted. Bah. They want cannon fodder." She mumbled to herself, as she usually did.
But she had come to this town anyway, seeking to gain some human currency. After she had pretty much self banished herself from her people, she's been needing things others can make and she could not gain from the forest or her own hand. Arrowheads, whetstones, clothing. Sometimes even food. She had used up what human currency she had collected over the years on a single week after leaving her village.
She headed to the Rusty Mug, of which the trader spoke of, and slipped inside, her hood concealing her race. She could not, however, hide her gender, as much as she wished to. The cloaked elf whispered through the tavern, taking an empty table near the corner of the room, and settled in to wait...
But she had come to this town anyway, seeking to gain some human currency. After she had pretty much self banished herself from her people, she's been needing things others can make and she could not gain from the forest or her own hand. Arrowheads, whetstones, clothing. Sometimes even food. She had used up what human currency she had collected over the years on a single week after leaving her village.
She headed to the Rusty Mug, of which the trader spoke of, and slipped inside, her hood concealing her race. She could not, however, hide her gender, as much as she wished to. The cloaked elf whispered through the tavern, taking an empty table near the corner of the room, and settled in to wait...
We can do that, yes. I'll save my '(moved)' post there for when we have a sizable chunk of text.
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