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Name: St. Vicar
Age: Timeless
Race: Saint
Personality: Yes
Biography: Events, mostly in chronological order.
Powers: High wisdom prolly, and prolly like a real real legit fort save >,<
- Last Seen: 2 yrs ago
- Joined: 3 yrs ago
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2 yrs ago
Hmmm, wull stay safe and be careful if thats possible OwO
2 yrs ago
It was only then that the other campers realized just how many drugs David had just taken ... All of them.
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3 yrs ago
Sheesh.
3 yrs ago
... plz explain ...
Bio
OHMAILAWD! I forgot about this part! BIO! Okay, I can do this, I know about me right? Yis. So where to start ... uuuuum ... Hmm.
OOH! Okay, you've probably noticed, but I'm a little ADHD. That's probably a good place to start, kind of like a disclaimer. I'm a little all over the place at most times, but I'll try and stay on track when the writing starts. My interests are also kind of all over the place, and I have a tendency to like OBSESS over things for a bit and then dip. I'll fill like two and a half sketchbooks and then just drop it forever for to work on nail art, or read old comics online, or some free 2 play game on my crappy phone.
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Speaking of writing, I don't have like a looooot of experience. I mean I know words, a lot of words, but like not ALL the words, ya know? Probably not even MOST of the words, but I've got a solid foundashum ... I'm actually really impressed if you're still reading, where are we even going? Your van smells sus.
RIGHT, bio ... I like animals, all animals, and I'm fond of nature, but only SOME nature ... like non-hostile nature, the desert sounds pretty awful. I like music, ALL mus-okay not country, but most music ... okay SOME country. MOST music, but only SOME most music. It's gotta slap, that's what I'm getting at. Whatever style or genre it's gotta have a little something to it, something that makes you wanna DANCE.
I like some movies, and some shows, but mostly weird stuff. OMG have you seen Willy's Wonderland on Netflix like OMG amazing and weird and amazing. Horror movies are also great, but only some, others are really awful, and then some are so awful that it's great ... Go watch Willy's Wonderland, srsly.
How have you even held on this long? Even I'm not reading at this point. UUUUM I'm happy to try writing just about anything, and I have a google so I can git into a fandom pretty quick, just keep all that smutty smut to yourself! *finger wags* Bad adult! Don't be sus like that!
I can't even think of anything else, but if you aren't going for the block button yet, feel free to DM me or leave a message here or ... whatever other ways this place has of getting me words from people.
OH YEAH and I got discord just like ... ask me for it cause I'm not just gonna put it up here ^ - ^
OOH! Okay, you've probably noticed, but I'm a little ADHD. That's probably a good place to start, kind of like a disclaimer. I'm a little all over the place at most times, but I'll try and stay on track when the writing starts. My interests are also kind of all over the place, and I have a tendency to like OBSESS over things for a bit and then dip. I'll fill like two and a half sketchbooks and then just drop it forever for to work on nail art, or read old comics online, or some free 2 play game on my crappy phone.
...
Speaking of writing, I don't have like a looooot of experience. I mean I know words, a lot of words, but like not ALL the words, ya know? Probably not even MOST of the words, but I've got a solid foundashum ... I'm actually really impressed if you're still reading, where are we even going? Your van smells sus.
RIGHT, bio ... I like animals, all animals, and I'm fond of nature, but only SOME nature ... like non-hostile nature, the desert sounds pretty awful. I like music, ALL mus-okay not country, but most music ... okay SOME country. MOST music, but only SOME most music. It's gotta slap, that's what I'm getting at. Whatever style or genre it's gotta have a little something to it, something that makes you wanna DANCE.
I like some movies, and some shows, but mostly weird stuff. OMG have you seen Willy's Wonderland on Netflix like OMG amazing and weird and amazing. Horror movies are also great, but only some, others are really awful, and then some are so awful that it's great ... Go watch Willy's Wonderland, srsly.
How have you even held on this long? Even I'm not reading at this point. UUUUM I'm happy to try writing just about anything, and I have a google so I can git into a fandom pretty quick, just keep all that smutty smut to yourself! *finger wags* Bad adult! Don't be sus like that!
I can't even think of anything else, but if you aren't going for the block button yet, feel free to DM me or leave a message here or ... whatever other ways this place has of getting me words from people.
OH YEAH and I got discord just like ... ask me for it cause I'm not just gonna put it up here ^ - ^
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Name: Nova Marie (Kitty)
Age: Unknown as she takes many forms
Race: Shapeshifter
Personaltiy: Whatever it pleases
Power: Shapeshifting. Commonly chooses to be a cat or a 18 year old girl
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Girl
How did you get here: Meow im a kitty meow meow, snif snif, ooo good smelly stuff. I'll hop in this window. Moew moew moew. Oop im sticky do I lick it? Oh look people thingies! Moew moew moew, purrrrrrrrr
Name: Nova Marie (Kitty)
Age: Unknown as she takes many forms
Race: Shapeshifter
Personaltiy: Whatever it pleases
Power: Shapeshifting. Commonly chooses to be a cat or a 18 year old girl
Cat
Girl
How did you get here: Meow im a kitty meow meow, snif snif, ooo good smelly stuff. I'll hop in this window. Moew moew moew. Oop im sticky do I lick it? Oh look people thingies! Moew moew moew, purrrrrrrrr
>gasp< Le yey! Madeline is a catgirl! We can be needlessly territorial and chase one another around the couch until the birds show up at newn >,<
Welcome abroad! and also aboard!
@Guccicorn
So no Cs just kinda bs rp for poops and giggles? Hop in at my leisure?
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Madeline, looking around once as if she might need something nearby on a grand adventure, gathered her skirts and hopped down from the stool. Dashing after St. Vicar, she followed him outside and turned, clearing her throat before wordlessly swirling her finger at the hand-carved building. With an amusing popping noise it shrank to the size of a large acorn and deposited itself in Madeline's palm ... at which point she encased it in a slightly larger acorn shell and slipped it into her satchel.
"I've never been on an adventure before! ... are ... are you sure you don't mind me tagging along?"
"I've never been on an adventure before! ... are ... are you sure you don't mind me tagging along?"
Madeline blushed, it was kind of a compliment to insist that such a place must draw business. She shook her little head, her ears flat from embarrassment. "No, not a soul ... mind you, it's only been open about twenty minutes ... that might be a factor."
Madeline puffed out her cheeks and stood up straight. "Maybe I need to take it on an adventure ... give it some character ..."
She HAD carved it to be fully-shrinkable.
Mind you, with the right spell, it was hard to design things that were, in fact, unshrinkable. So far the only thing invented that had proved ENTIRELY unshrinkable was infinity.
Madeline puffed out her cheeks and stood up straight. "Maybe I need to take it on an adventure ... give it some character ..."
She HAD carved it to be fully-shrinkable.
Mind you, with the right spell, it was hard to design things that were, in fact, unshrinkable. So far the only thing invented that had proved ENTIRELY unshrinkable was infinity.
Madeline almost looked proud at the saint knight's advice. She was ALREADY scared of an empty coin purse, that must have meant she was wise or something. Still, she issued a little sigh. "I only wish I had my own stories to share ... you know, other than 'this one time an amaaaazing saint came into my cafe and i gave him a nice drink' ... not the most exciting story."
*Sets the OOC's reactor to critical* ... none can survive or ... or this will just happen somewhere else ... * w *
Arthur offered a nod, not wanting to waste time asking when he could simply follow. Geoff, on the other hand, stopped both of them with a little wave. "Um ... hello ... by the way. I uh ... I'm Geoff, from yesterday, but you probably remember all that. Um, so yeah ... I don't think I can really go back to work, you two mind if I uh ... well, tag along?"
The stammering and stumbling of the man's appeal was a stark contrast to the man they'd witnessed so far, but after exchanging a short glance both offered a little nod. "Welcome to the team ..." Offered Arthur, feeling like the moment deserved some kind of verbalization. "Now! ... let's go." Clark was already on it, headed off down the street with a kind of haste that was likely supposed to look casual.
All three of them made their way through innumerable streets in a casual yet hasty manner, until the great bedrock of the city hung over their heads, and the docks and fish market lay sprawled out ahead. Clark turned, scanning the area.
"I don't think Delia is here ..." He added hesitantly.
Geoff kind of grinned, nudging him with his elbow. "Are you using your psychic powers to scan the area?"
Clark looked a little stunned before replying in a cheery manner. "Oh no, I was just looking ... off we go, over this way!"
A large building punctuated the divide between the fishing docks and the market, a large building with a big, old, brass sign that read "The Hall of Fishmongers." While most of the building was dedicated to business, the pricing, buying, and selling of fish, one wing of the rather stately edifice was dedicated to the fishy history of the area.
Clark hurried into this side of the building, racing into the hall of fishy records, where the preserved and stuffed remains of record-breaking fish and unique species were on display. At the far end of the hall stood the Merson of Questionable Origins, which ... to be rather blunt, appeared to be the frankenpolstered remains of an unfortunate scuba diver and a potentially less fortunate manatee.
Clark gestured proudly. "There!"
Arthur and Geoff just stared, though Geoff stared with the kind of awe only a child of the city would have. Arthur's stare was more the kind that wants a refund of their zero dollars. Arthur was the first to speak. "Uh, is 'key' more of a metaphorical term?"
Clark groaned and stepped forward, knocking the little velvet divider rope out of the way as he reached for ...
The stammering and stumbling of the man's appeal was a stark contrast to the man they'd witnessed so far, but after exchanging a short glance both offered a little nod. "Welcome to the team ..." Offered Arthur, feeling like the moment deserved some kind of verbalization. "Now! ... let's go." Clark was already on it, headed off down the street with a kind of haste that was likely supposed to look casual.
All three of them made their way through innumerable streets in a casual yet hasty manner, until the great bedrock of the city hung over their heads, and the docks and fish market lay sprawled out ahead. Clark turned, scanning the area.
"I don't think Delia is here ..." He added hesitantly.
Geoff kind of grinned, nudging him with his elbow. "Are you using your psychic powers to scan the area?"
Clark looked a little stunned before replying in a cheery manner. "Oh no, I was just looking ... off we go, over this way!"
A large building punctuated the divide between the fishing docks and the market, a large building with a big, old, brass sign that read "The Hall of Fishmongers." While most of the building was dedicated to business, the pricing, buying, and selling of fish, one wing of the rather stately edifice was dedicated to the fishy history of the area.
Clark hurried into this side of the building, racing into the hall of fishy records, where the preserved and stuffed remains of record-breaking fish and unique species were on display. At the far end of the hall stood the Merson of Questionable Origins, which ... to be rather blunt, appeared to be the frankenpolstered remains of an unfortunate scuba diver and a potentially less fortunate manatee.
Clark gestured proudly. "There!"
Arthur and Geoff just stared, though Geoff stared with the kind of awe only a child of the city would have. Arthur's stare was more the kind that wants a refund of their zero dollars. Arthur was the first to speak. "Uh, is 'key' more of a metaphorical term?"
Clark groaned and stepped forward, knocking the little velvet divider rope out of the way as he reached for ...
*one-punches the spider, house explodes* DED!
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