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8 yrs ago
Current Little bit of work, little bit of studies, little bit of hobbies. Things are going quite decently indeed
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8 yrs ago
All the burden on my shoulders has been put aside for now, and when I have to pick them up again, I take it happily as this time I have someone to help me.
8 yrs ago
I finally participated in writing contest. Naturally, I lost. But I enjoyed it a great deal. In other news, soon a bachelor.
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9 yrs ago
Soon it's summer and soon I'm enjoying holidays.

Bio

They called me Habibi when I played World of Warcraft. I enjoyed the nickname.

I also enjoyed playing it. Reading the lore, raiding, eventually playing in RP-servers and making quite many stories there. From there my interest to roleplaying rose. I tried forum RP:s, Larps, dungeons and dragons... And eventually I found myself here.

I enjoy playing characters and wondering how different people and characters see the world, why they think like they do, how they would do their relationships. I enjoy telling stories and wondering things from different perspectives. Moral issues from black to white and every shade of grey between them. Wondering religious, philosophical and ethical things. Trying to understand one's culture and background. Trying to understand others from the point of view of my characters.

As for what else I do? I'm studying physics in Finland. Going to specialize in material physics. I also dance. Like, a lot. Ballroom dancing, historical dancing, Charleston, Swing dances... I love the way of expressing myself through music. A hobby of mine that I'd love to do bit more professionally.

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Something from Star Wars, Cowboy Bebop and most definitely very much from Firefly.

I'm interested. If I had enough time I'd jump right in, but if I can flick out some bigger things out of my way in one-and-half-a-week, I'm in.
Written... And posted. I like the safe house.
September 17’th, 2016. The fourth face had taken wine-red suit with black bowler and turquoise ribbon to complete the set. Like anyone at the meeting could have guessed, he had taken quite an interest to the case and promises this Mr. X had given them. He pitied those that wouldn’t show up. Idiots, too weak for the brave new age. He himself had the most tingling feeling from the very moment he had opened the envelope. His employer had information, plans and means to fulfill the plan with the power increasing. Michael kept the magnetic clip close by and rubbed it every now and then with his thumb.

Michael was walking in the West Ashley. Quiet place and fabulous in the night. Michael had read the envelope few times and thought about plans himself. He knew he had some pieces in a puzzle to make war between Lenore and Maike with the plan given, but there few more pieces he needed. Pieces he hoped to find this night in 12 Paludis Drive.

Franklin Maccellan had made a call to him before he had left. A man had turned out to be a snitch, making deal with police for protection. Fourth Face was ordered to do whatever it took to find the man and make an example out of him; it had been long since their people were reminded that their little family didn’t like betrayal. Nor police. Michael had sent Jack and Joe to snoop around the usual places. He’d love to have few more brighter ones under his command but that would have made Michael targeted by his superiors. A sad role for Michael in the play, never to get the lead roles… Which is another reason why he hadn’t torn the envelope nor took down Mr. X’s offer.

12 Paludis Drive. Michael looked at the note on the door, and if his heart would have been bigger he might have shed a tear. But he didn’t, so he merely made half a smile, shrugged and opened the door. He eyed upon the keys laid on a table behind the front door. He pointed to every single one to count the keys and look upon names in each. He found his own, put his index finger on the label and pulled the key slowly towards him. He made a final look upon the keys before grabbing his own and investigating what the safe house held inside.

And who were inside? He made a look to his right. Peter Reed was there. Michael had enjoyed the fact that there was a kitchen and a living room with a bar, but the one inspecting the bottles was far from a barkeeper. Michael hoped that he could make it to the left without Peter noticing...

He did, or Peter just didn't care. Either way, he found himself in the corridor. Three doors on the right side. He opened the first door and found a bathroom... With a mirror. He quickly backed out and slammed the door shut, trying to relax his panicked breath.

It took him good thirty seconds.
Still lurking and waiting for necks to bite
Wrote a post about Minnel's typical morning.
Minnel had slept his night well.

Before sleeping he had hosted another poker night with his neighbors, though this time he had passed the games and simply acted as a dealer. Like usual he took a small fee for people entering and in return offered some decent sour punch with some jelly to accompany it. After one bowl of punch down and the winner was clear, they had continued the night with some good whisky from Minnel's homeland. Stories had been passed all the way until midnight, when people had one after another thanked for the evening and left. Minnel put the place back in order before sleeping.


It was a golden room he was in. Floor was made from golden coins, and the furniture was simple. Table, chair and some tea pottery. Minnel sat on the chair and drank tea from his cup and smiled after every sip he took. There was a window and outside it was sunny, with green land surrounding him everywhere. He was happy, Minnel thought.
"I am feeling fine", Minnel said.



When he woke up, he smiled. It was very common for him. Today was going to be a good day, he thought. "Today is going to be fantastic", Minnel said. And so he changed his green, white striped pajamas to comfortable woolen trousers (white) and red sweater with white stripes going around the chest. This morning he didn't go to shower; it was Sunday, after all. He broke the eggs and made himself an omelet with lots of mushrooms in it. To accompany it, he boiled some water and made fine Earl Grey tea. And after enjoying the breakfast - which he very much did - he opened the door and welcomed the September's chilly Sunday.

Today was a special day. He was going to do gardening. It was also a "Make up-day" for those that would have been sick at Pine Hollow Private Investigations, but Minnel hadn't been sick, so he enjoyed his day off. He was a leprechaun and like all happy little gnomes he didn't get sick easily. And even if they were sick, they would still work. Gnomes can't help it. Neither could Minnel, who kept his mobile phone ready in case they needed him back at the office. Weekend bonus was a weekend bonus that a leprechaun couldn't resist.

But enough about greedy nature of leprechauns. Minnel's plan was to kill off the bugs and take off weeds before the winter came. They would become quite a trouble during next spring if he didn't poison them out. And he gladly did it. He had bought some tough weed wacker he had and some sprayable bug-poison that coated the leaves and branches and pedals of his roses and bushes. Minnel shook the can of poison sprayed and smiled as the deadly mist came over the petals and covering some unfortunate bugs. This day couldn't fail, he thought.
"This day won't turn out sour", he said.
And we love you too. Let's get the train rolling once more!
Well, my character's outlines are here. Funny this happened, as I'm at the moment educating myself with Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Also, I hope you like my interpretation of gnomes.

I see you lurking, @Habibi359
Come to the dark side!


You got me alright. Bastard.

As a revenge I'll work up a character
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