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9 yrs ago
Taking a long hiatus from RPing, what with RL and all. Not sure when I'll be back. So long all.
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9 yrs ago
I think I may have been on the guild easy too much at work. It's now banned on the servers and I can no longer access it at work. My posts frequency will drastically lessen.
9 yrs ago
My colleague is on medical leave so I have to cover her shift as well. Well, shit. Screw me.
9 yrs ago
All my RPs are really slow lately. Feeling terribly bored.
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@LetMeDoStuff

I'm not exactly sure what to put for the roles and ranks portion, any suggestions?
@Lady Amalthea

Here is my CS.

So, how are ya'll doing?

Edit: Not spamming, just trying to liven up the OOC a bit.


I'm starting to think that there's no one here.
Well, this sounds really interesting! :D
Senua

Unknown Location ♦ 500 HP 6/6 Stamina


The last thing Senua remembered was the carriage they were riding on, overturning which had tossed her flying into the air. That was the last thing she remembered, and now as acrid and putrid scent of fire and smoke drove her to her senses, her head still somewhat throbbing from the accident. Her ears were ringing and as sound came back gradually to her, it did not help that the first few sounds she heard were of a man yelling for his horse. The sounds of the man rambling on about some other matter she was having difficulty focusing on. Oh god, who cares about your stupid horse.

As her eyes slowly opened, she realised that she was lying down onto the ground, and groaning, she lowered her head to check for any possible injuries on her person. Fortunately, there were none,except for a few aches here and there. The combination of both chainmail and hardened leather wore and done enough of job protecting her from attaining any serious injuries.

As she moved, she could feel the weight of her broadsword on her back. At least she still had her weapon with her. A commotion could be heard up ahead, and Senua moved towards the source of the noise. It was there that she saw the rest of her party who had recovered and risen before her and seemed to be engaged in battle. She must have been one of the last few up and running, as there were already quite a number of them here. The male mercenary was there, the one who she had her conversation with, the one who had introduced herself as Annabelle, and the Priestess as well. Not to mention the Giant of a man, walking around with his hand in hand. The enemies they seemed to be fighting were some kind of inhuman bandits.

They had no eyes, lips or nose, simply skin. Other than the missing facial features, these bandits were dressed and armed for the part, and she had no doubt that they would equally as lethal as your usual bandits, and not to be underestimated. Drawing her broadsword from her back, Senua gripped the sword tightly in her hands, before she took a deep breath before charging towards one of the bandits, her sword angled to decapitate one of her foes once they got into range. If the rest of the members in her party wanted a battle, she wouldn't want to be left out as well,and thus Senua had thrown herself into the mix.
I've just posted as well!
Snoria City Slums - Bazaar
North Western District - Early Evening


The bazaar in the Snoria city slums was busy. Actually, 'busy' was a rather understatement to describe the crowd that had gathered here today. Perhaps it was not just today, but everyday. The scores of shops and stalls here sold a plethora of merchandise, ranging from mouth-watering local delicacies to menacing-looking weapons. Among the hustle and bustle of a crowded marketplace, the din of hundreds of people talking together rose into the air, a cacophony of dialects and languages. It seems like those who belonged to the status of nobility was not spared from the bazaar, the merchandise too interesting for them to ignore, despite being in a relatively dirty place like this when compared to the stark pristine homes they lived in.

The fact that bazzar lacked any form of law enforcement meant that it was a haven for the numerous gangs that fought for territory without fear of repercussion of the law. The 7-5 was present today, in the crowded throng of the bazaar for a follow-up mission of importance. The intel Emily had retrieved from her rather harrowing mission had been deemed essentially crucial, and the fact that she had made it back to friendly territory in one piece was highly impressive. It wasn't surprising that following that mission, she had been recommended to join the wolves of 7-5 as their reconnaissance specialist. The fact that the blonde was an exceptional marksman was simply a bonus.

She was dressed in a hooded long-sleeved obsidian-black shirt that fitted snugly around her curves. It was accompanied by a pair of equally black close-fitting pants, with a utility belt of a similar hue sitting on her waist. The outfit was completed with a pair of combat boots. Her honey-blonde locks were hidden by the hood which was raised fully above her head. The outfit came fitted with an active camouflage system that enabled her to blend in with the surroundings,and therefore avoid vision unless a high-level detection identification system was used. Slung on her back was a backpack that contained an semi-automatic rifle that could be fitted with the necessary attachments to form the role of a sniper rifle. Its versatility enabled the operator to use the weapon for a variety of functions, which was highly essential in a recon role, as it usually involved putting oneself in harm's way in a variety of ways. For now, she would be requiring the way of the sniper.

Crouching down, she quickly began assembling the required attachments onto her rifle, transforming it into a semi-automatic sniper rifle. Lying prone on the rough surface, she rested the bi-pod and aimed her rifle down into the bazaar through the holes formed by the interweaving roofs of the bazaar. While the vantage point she had chosen was a good one, she wasn't the team designated sniper, and therefore wouldn't stay in her position for long unless otherwise necessary. The buzz of of a message from team leader came soon enough through a thought message asking for a report on current location and status. Emily had never really got used to that method, it felt strange yet highly effective.

<Status check. All operators, update location and readiness.>

Sending the reply back over the same secured and encrypted channel, Emily reported in.

<Nightmare reporting in. Sitting on the rooftops of the north-western side of the bazaar. I'm all set and good to go.>
Damn, this sounds interesting!
The trait system sounds really cool.
@Garden Gnome

I'd prefer heterosexual because homosexual relationships isn't something I'm used to and familiar with. I'd be playing the male baker, we can set up the rest in a PM if you want?


I prefer hetrosexual as well. Sure I don't mind. I don't have anything really planned yet except that I'll be playing a young female. PM works for me.
Okay, so I thought of making a couple. Is anyone interested? PM me if you are.

Currently working on CS


What kind of couple?
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