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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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8 yrs ago
Soon it's summer and soon I'm enjoying holidays.

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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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I'll make a post later this evening ^^
I'm fine with moving forward, excited even.

Man seemed more capable than Marcus had given thought. The grip was strong, as if suddenly axe was immobilized by a hand of stone. There was slight uncertainty in his eyes as Marcus had thrown the axe, so the sudden movement of the hand took Marcus by surprise. The man’s reaction was also confusing, he was amazed at the feat he had just performed. Whatever illness he had had, there was not even the slightest of it visible to Marcus.

Marcus didn’t wonder this too long. A howl came from behind the door. Roar that would freeze blood, tense muscles, rise one’s hair up, a cry from one’s nightmares. It was no animal, but that of a beast. The air was like a solid block in which nobody could move, expect the small creatures which started to disappear from the room like rats, when a predator was nearby. Marcus felt terror which he hadn’t had since five years ago, when the night of the hunt had driven him and his sister to sewers and cottages. The reaction was the same. At first, one freezes, as if to become a statue made of solid stone, like thinking that beast would mistake him to be one. And then...

What happened next surprised Marcus. This cry was suddenly not something to be afraid of, to escape, find cover and run as far as one could. In his ears it was a challenging roar, perhaps not intended as one but it felt like that. Marcus’s blood boiled and his grip from his sword tightened. He didn’t even think about escaping or barricading the door.

“Is tonight a Hunt? Are there Beasts and Hunters roaming the streets again?” he heard from the man. Marcus started to take steps towards the door, like in trance. “No… It can’t be... Just a lone beast…” Marcus said, though he couldn’t give a thought or reason to his answer. He was mesmerized, he felt… A thrill like never before. In some corner of the Marcus’s mind reason tried to get through. Don’t go, armed with only a sword. Only time we fought them and survived was with bottles of oil and fire and with superior numbers! But Marcus couldn’t heed such a call. He took steps towards the door, wanting to fight the beast, slay it, feast on it's blood… “No, not a beast… A prey…” He said as he reached the door with his free hand, sword in the other, wishing to open it, disregarding everyone’s safety inside.
Marcus listened at the poor sob’s tale of the sickness that he had had, cure and the Church. He didn’t know whether this man was really a hunter or not, though if he could see these creatures, they were at least treated somewhat in a similar way. Perhaps his disease was worse for a normal blood treatment to work so they had had to do more drastic treatments. Not that Marcus knew how the blood treatment worked exactly, so possibility was that the Church had taken advantage of him. Marcus didn’t know and he didn’t care too much. Still, he too wanted some answers and in his mind they were on the other side of the door.

Marcus looked at the first steps of the man. Feeble at first, but strength soon returned to his feet. Marcus took a better look at the man now that he was standing. Capable Yharman man with good body, though nothing in his outlook, stance or manners made Marcus think he was fighter. Probably he wouldn't be too much of a trouble trouble. But who knew what kind of powers the blood had given to him? So Marcus decided to be a comrade for the time being. Besides, the fact that there was someone as confused as he was made Marcus feel bit easier.

“Haven’t seen anyone here expect us bedridden and cursed.” Marcus said, opening his ears for a moment for screams of the others still in their nightmares. They were of no help to these two now. “I just woke up. But I expect there to be someone capable of answering your questions somewhere behind this slab of wood.” Marcus said and knocked on the wooden door slightly with the tip of his sword. He then took a look at the barrel of weapons and grabbed an axe out of it with his free hand. Quick inspection revealed a well-maintained axe, sharp even. And it too felt way too light in his hands. He threw it on air and grabbed the axe’s head. “Seems they’ve left us some tools. Here. Use this if they don’t give you any satisfying answer” He said and tossed the weapon lightly towards his only companion in the room, expecting him to catch the handle from such an easy throw.

He was ready to open the door and see if he could find anyone he could talk to. Ask questions and get some answers. Enlist to be a hunter.
Unless @Dark Jack has other plans, I'll post during the weekend to advance plot at the clinic.
My holiday is, sadly, over. So I'm home with my trusty PC and can continue as convenient.
How's everyone's Christmas and new year? I was worried that I couldn't make a post in a week but I got access to a computer so if needed, can write something later this, after Christmas.

As a side note, I'm trying out the Bloodborne the card game.
Marcus took a good look at the weapons in the barrel. Swords and spears to pierce one’s foes. Perhaps they were expecting a fight, whoever they were. He chose one of the one-and-half handed swords. It was bit longer bladed than those he had used during his time in gang. He tried it’s weight and balance, first pointing it towards the back of the hall and then towards the roof. It was a weird feeling, the sword felt lighter than what it looked and what he remembered. He gripped it holding it with only his right hand and gave a swing. His arm felt different. Stronger. That or the blade was not iron, but Marcus doubted that. Everything was different since he went to meet...

Pieces of memories started to flash in his head. He had gone to become hunter. To hunt the hunters that had wronged him. He had been talking with someone… A Cleric of Black Healing Church, about the Fire Dancers. How he had helped some of the outsiders to Yharnam, protecting them from dangers. How his gang had been all but annihilated by Fire Dancers. He did leave out the parts where they had robbed some wanderers and travelers, but did tell about his wish to destroy the Hunters who had ruined his life and the willingness to give his life for the Church. Hunt the beasts... And the Fire Dancers.

Then he remembered meeting clerics again and them giving him a goblet. The drink had been bitter and soon after he had emptied it, the clerics had started their chanting. He had been confused and amused at first, before he had started to feel dizzy. His visions had started blurring. The darkness embedded the candles and the cleric’s prayers started to sound like they came from under the waters. “Sleep restlessly and be born anew. Dream of horrors and awake...”

He didn’t remember anything past that point but the nightmares.


Marcus had gotten used to the screams in the room, the wailing and the crying of the patients in the cots. He flinched when he heard a sudden voice. He turned quickly to face the source. “What… what’s going on?” said a young man, temples shaved, eyes brown and eyebrows dark. Confusion and discomfort flashed in his face. Someone woken up like him to this life. Marcus made a quick look at the rest of the room, but so far nobody else seemed woken up. He noticed his sword was pointing his with both hands towards the bed, so he released the left hand and lowered the tip to point at the floor.

“You’re... Awake.” Marcus answered, not knowing truly himself what had happened. “ I woke up few minutes ago. They… Church… I…” Marcus stuttered, swallowed and tried to focus. “I was supposed to become a Hunter. Then I... I woke up here.” He said and took a nervous, quick look at other cots, at the patients screaming in them and at the creatures crawling around.
Think I'll post this evening to keep the plot moving at clinic.
Waiting for the kings of Chaos and Cosmos to make their posts, but I have an outline for Marcus's next actions planned unless something else is happening.
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