Hey guys, been away from the guild for awhile but looking to get back into rping.
Are you guys still accepting?
Are you guys still accepting?
Grayscythe Member
STATUS: I'm back! 10 yrs ago
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Been rping for a long time now. Mostly been on and off but I'd say I started...oh...what was it, about 12 years ago? First rp was a Pokemon rp that went belly up fairly quick and then I met a group of people in a Legend of Zelda RP that I stayed in for many years, making a lot of good friends (and one or two enemies).
Really I like series themed RPs the most but I have done a few originals too. Both are fun. It's really just what you do with your characters and how well you get along.
I've been wanting to come back for awhile now, and here I am. Getting back in the game yo.
Really I like series themed RPs the most but I have done a few originals too. Both are fun. It's really just what you do with your characters and how well you get along.
I've been wanting to come back for awhile now, and here I am. Getting back in the game yo.
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Hi. Do you guys have anymore spots available?
]"Guardian....hey, Guardian?....Frost." A feminine, yet tomboyish tone cut through Frost's thoughts and brought him back to reality. The white and black armored Titan looked up from his personal device and looked to see Amanda Holliday, the Shipwright staring at him with crossed arms. He often drifted into grimoire passages so easily it sometimes even happened mid-conversation. This wasn't the first time that Holliday had needed to get his mind on track and it probably wouldn't be the last. Still, the shipwright merely gave an exasperated sigh and shook her head before she started talking again.
"Look, I know that tech talk is boring to some people, especially you Titan types, but try to humor me ok? Your Regulus Class 77 needs a tune up in several areas. The radiation shielding is fried, the engines are overheating and don't even get me started on general life support. How you're not dead from reentry is a miracle to me." Holliday said, looking down at her computer as she ran through all the spec. Frost gave a sheepish smile and scratched his head, ruffling his short brown hair as his shoulders giving a subtle shrug.
"Cabal don't like low flying craft. Not my fault they're all walking tanks. I'm sorry if it'll be a lot of work though..."Frost said. Holliday shook her head and glanced out at the docking bar. She could spot Frost's tathered ship from where she stood and gave a sly smile. Frost knew that look, it was one of excitement. Holliday loved her job, but more importantly she loved ships. Repairing Frost's bucket of bolts would be a weekend outing for her.
"It'll be tough, but you can make it up to me later. Anyway you're going to be without a ship for a few days, is that ok?" She said, turning back to the Titan. Frost nodded and glanced back down at his grimoire. Truth be told, his transportation would be provided for him for this next mission. It wasn't one that he understood yet though, in fact there were bare minimum details to go on. The Speaker had requested him personally, along with several others apparently, but that was all he really knew about the task. Where were they going? And why did they need so many Guardians for it?
"Frost!" Holliday yet again snapped at Frost to get him to pay attention. Frost blinked and looked up before he saw the shipwright smiling and jutting a thumb towards a ship in the docking bay.
"That your ride? Your light bulb seems to think so." Holliday said. A quick spot check would make sense of Holliday's words. Frost's ghost, the small robotic guardian that had first brought him back to life, was now flying towards the docked shuttle. Frost gave a sigh and shook his head before he jogged off after it.
"Thanks Holliday, I'll be back for that ship." He said. As Frost approached the shuttle, he noticed another Guardian already there. This must be one of his teammates. Frost's ghost gloated closer to the hunter and examined her closely before Frost walked over and snatched the ghost back in one hand.
"Sorry, he does that." Frost said before taking a seat at the other end of the shuttle.
"Look, I know that tech talk is boring to some people, especially you Titan types, but try to humor me ok? Your Regulus Class 77 needs a tune up in several areas. The radiation shielding is fried, the engines are overheating and don't even get me started on general life support. How you're not dead from reentry is a miracle to me." Holliday said, looking down at her computer as she ran through all the spec. Frost gave a sheepish smile and scratched his head, ruffling his short brown hair as his shoulders giving a subtle shrug.
"Cabal don't like low flying craft. Not my fault they're all walking tanks. I'm sorry if it'll be a lot of work though..."Frost said. Holliday shook her head and glanced out at the docking bar. She could spot Frost's tathered ship from where she stood and gave a sly smile. Frost knew that look, it was one of excitement. Holliday loved her job, but more importantly she loved ships. Repairing Frost's bucket of bolts would be a weekend outing for her.
"It'll be tough, but you can make it up to me later. Anyway you're going to be without a ship for a few days, is that ok?" She said, turning back to the Titan. Frost nodded and glanced back down at his grimoire. Truth be told, his transportation would be provided for him for this next mission. It wasn't one that he understood yet though, in fact there were bare minimum details to go on. The Speaker had requested him personally, along with several others apparently, but that was all he really knew about the task. Where were they going? And why did they need so many Guardians for it?
"Frost!" Holliday yet again snapped at Frost to get him to pay attention. Frost blinked and looked up before he saw the shipwright smiling and jutting a thumb towards a ship in the docking bay.
"That your ride? Your light bulb seems to think so." Holliday said. A quick spot check would make sense of Holliday's words. Frost's ghost, the small robotic guardian that had first brought him back to life, was now flying towards the docked shuttle. Frost gave a sigh and shook his head before he jogged off after it.
"Thanks Holliday, I'll be back for that ship." He said. As Frost approached the shuttle, he noticed another Guardian already there. This must be one of his teammates. Frost's ghost gloated closer to the hunter and examined her closely before Frost walked over and snatched the ghost back in one hand.
"Sorry, he does that." Frost said before taking a seat at the other end of the shuttle.
Sorry busy weekend. I'll put put one up tomorrow.
SN: Grayscythe
Name: Frost
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Class: Titan
Secondary Skills: First Aid
Personality: Frost is soft spoken. He often likes to think through situations and enjoys quieter things in life. This is contrasting with the mindset of most Titans, who are stalwart warriors who often throw all their strength into a problem. Despite his name, Frost is not cold. He would gladly lay down his life for his friends and comrads. He died once for humanity, he can do it again.
Bio: When a Guardian is resurrected, it's hard to say when and where they came from. Waking up in a world where the last of your kind are held up in the last city on earth, where a once great empire of humanity that stretched the stars reduced to almost nothing, could be extremely jarring to most people. Then again, if you didn't remember who you once were, it could also soften the blow.
When he was resurrected by his Ghost, Frost knew very little about the world. The Traveler was the one that gave him his life again, even if he didn't know what that life was, so he pledged himself to it and the cause of the Guardians.
Frost became enamored with trying to find out about the world of old. He wanted to know exactly what the Darkness had taken from humanity, but more importantly he wanted to know who he had been. The mystery plagued him to no end, and it drove him to study the grimoires that the Tower kept and to mine any kind of data on other planets that he could. As a result, Frost learned a great deal about ancient human civilization, including a great deal about a human poet. The man's work piqued Frost's interest, so much to the point where he took the man's name as his own. Before, Frost's identity was just a guardian, a defender of the light, but now was something else.
Name: Frost
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Class: Titan
Secondary Skills: First Aid
Personality: Frost is soft spoken. He often likes to think through situations and enjoys quieter things in life. This is contrasting with the mindset of most Titans, who are stalwart warriors who often throw all their strength into a problem. Despite his name, Frost is not cold. He would gladly lay down his life for his friends and comrads. He died once for humanity, he can do it again.
Bio: When a Guardian is resurrected, it's hard to say when and where they came from. Waking up in a world where the last of your kind are held up in the last city on earth, where a once great empire of humanity that stretched the stars reduced to almost nothing, could be extremely jarring to most people. Then again, if you didn't remember who you once were, it could also soften the blow.
When he was resurrected by his Ghost, Frost knew very little about the world. The Traveler was the one that gave him his life again, even if he didn't know what that life was, so he pledged himself to it and the cause of the Guardians.
Frost became enamored with trying to find out about the world of old. He wanted to know exactly what the Darkness had taken from humanity, but more importantly he wanted to know who he had been. The mystery plagued him to no end, and it drove him to study the grimoires that the Tower kept and to mine any kind of data on other planets that he could. As a result, Frost learned a great deal about ancient human civilization, including a great deal about a human poet. The man's work piqued Frost's interest, so much to the point where he took the man's name as his own. Before, Frost's identity was just a guardian, a defender of the light, but now was something else.
Personally I'd just say that if you die you die and not worry about the darkness zones. The game is vague about it so we could just say it's a game mechanic.
Five would probably be an ideal starting point.
I'm interested.
Cale rolled his eyes bemusedly at Marta's news. It wasn't unexpected really, this girl really was drawing attention everywhere she went. He couldn't tell if she was just innocent or a deviant playing at innocence. Either way, he wasn't really up for more fighting today if he could help it. Zagan had worn him out.
Cale took a seat and invited the others to do the same while they waited for their company, assuming they would show at all. At that point, he decided to go ahead and talk about the dragon in the room.
"So...has anyone seen anything like that? That...thing we saw today?" He asked no one in particular. They hadn't breathed a word about their fight with the embodiment of a god this afternoon. He had a feeling that normally that would garner a reaction out of people. Then again they had been distracted with Isaiah dying and all.
Cale took a seat and invited the others to do the same while they waited for their company, assuming they would show at all. At that point, he decided to go ahead and talk about the dragon in the room.
"So...has anyone seen anything like that? That...thing we saw today?" He asked no one in particular. They hadn't breathed a word about their fight with the embodiment of a god this afternoon. He had a feeling that normally that would garner a reaction out of people. Then again they had been distracted with Isaiah dying and all.
Are you taking summer classes or something Amalvi? Most NA schools are closed this time of year.
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