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The Inquisitive Improvisationist
STATUS: Devotion to the truth is the hallmark of morality; there is no greater, nobler, more heroic form of devotion than the act of a man who assumes the responsibility of thinking. -Ayn Rand(Atlas Shrugged) 6 yrs ago
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Devotion to the truth is the hallmark of morality; there is no greater, nobler, more heroic form of devotion than the act of a man who assumes the responsibility of thinking. -Ayn Rand(Atlas Shrugged)
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8 yrs ago
"Without effort, acheivements and rewards have no value. An accomplishment is something earned not something given." - Someone, sometime.
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8 yrs ago
βMost men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.β - Aldous Huxley (Brave New World)
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"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didnβt do than by the ones you did do." - H.Jackson Brown Jr.
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8 yrs ago
"In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." - Abraham Lincoln
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Bio
Hello! I'm Heap!
Welcome to my little corner of the guild.My current life status and availability:
I live in the Western area of the US in an apartment I work 2 jobs and 50-65 hours (Not exaggerating) a week to pay for. I work primarily as a professional graphic designer and part time at a local family owned shop mainly as a favor to the owner who needed the help. Aside from that I'm relatively active in my social life and non-role-playing activities so while I'm still online everyday the hours are usually really early in the morning and really late at night. That being said, if you find me in chat and I randomly disappear, I'm not trying to be rude, someone probably just showed up at my door wanting to hang out or go out.
My Roleplaying style:
When it comes to joining a role-play I usually go for a more adult themed type. Not necessarily intimate just more of a mature context. The genre doesn't typically matter so long as the idea is somewhat original, that to say, I don't go for role-plays based on any specific media very often. The exception being if the role-play is based off an already well established story that it's not completely following the canon of it.
Who I am:
Curiosity is my blessing and curse. I must know as much about everything as I possibly can and often will never take a simple answer to a question without either inquiring further or doing extra research on the subject until I know it's origin, current political and monetary state, how it's used and if in any way it could influence my own life. So far as I know I'm a pretty easy going, fun loving, person, I'm not afraid to go against the grain or do something that seems a little odd. In the end I genuinely just want to be a happy person and in turn share that happiness with everyone around me.
Side note:
I've made a few friends since being here and truly cherish my friendships with each and every one of them (you know who you are). If you guys ever need anything, ever, I'm there, you never need to ask twice or feel like you are any less important to me then you really are.
The Ibrus Clan is also a thing consisting of myself, @Vashonn, @Caster and @Big Dread. We are a group of miscreants and are all really good friends. I would do almost anything for them.
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You look like a friendly, everyone is accepted, type!
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Where are all the chicks?
Where are all the chicks?
The pain of a death, particularly the death of a near relation hits deeply, and poisonously. So it was for Fiona who felt the stabs of knives in the deep trenches of her stomach, her throat, her eyes and her skin. The tears that streaked her face dripped like acid down her cheeks, pooling in a stain on the fabric of her black satin gown. Her dear brother, her only brother was now gone. The head of her house, the one who welcomed herself and her son home after the tragic death of her husband which occurred around the same time of the death of his wife. The two had grown far closer over the last several years then they had been throughout the earlier years of their lives. This death, this loss, this tragedy pulled her into an almost paralysing pain, a pain hidden from the world as she lay still in her chambers receiving no guests, no servants and no cooks, the curtains pulled in leaving the room dark but for the small lines of sun peaking in below the long tapestries.
On the morning of the wake, her son Lorenzo forced himself into her room, said nothing only laid his head on her shoulder which instilled the life back in her. He nodded, leaving the room and Fiona on her own to collect herself. The fabric was drawn back from the large windows illuminating the illustrious room of the fair lady. The hand carved, highly decorated four poster bed frame with satin and silk sheets, blankets and fresh down pillows. Hand woven rugs splayed out on the floor, their color's vibrant and beautiful as Fiona was. With a deep, long and relieved sigh, Fiona began preparing for the day ahead.
In the large full length mirror, Fiona tied her long hair back into an elegant up-do, accompanied with silver adornments that lay with the waves of her hair. Her dress was changed into a similar gown also a black satin but mixed with silver embellishments that accented her figure and stature. She cleaned her face and decorated with colors and fragrances, accentuating her beauty and enhancing her light blue eyes. She now looked like a regal, like a royal where the only hints of her deep depression betrayed her in the slowly receding puffs around her eyes.
Fiona, in all her grace, exited her chambers and made her way towards the hall where the wake would be held, the sound of her shoes clicking lightly with her gentle steps down the halls decorated with portraits and statues, her own nearer to the entrance of the hall. The large doors were open as she approached them, as the room was still bustling with movement as servants rushed in and out, here and there trying to be ready in time for the gathering. Fiona nodded kindly to each as they rushed by her, each one quickly dipping into a courtesy or bow before rushing off again.
As she entered the room her caught herself looking for just a moment too long at the painting of the once happy couple before seeing Pieter and Otto. Her water filled eyes, though not shedding a tear, met theirs before she nodded graciously in at each of them and took her seat at the far end of the hall next to the place Leon typically sat where she had so comfortably sat many a time before enjoying conversation with her beloved brother. This was her place and she would not change that now.
On the morning of the wake, her son Lorenzo forced himself into her room, said nothing only laid his head on her shoulder which instilled the life back in her. He nodded, leaving the room and Fiona on her own to collect herself. The fabric was drawn back from the large windows illuminating the illustrious room of the fair lady. The hand carved, highly decorated four poster bed frame with satin and silk sheets, blankets and fresh down pillows. Hand woven rugs splayed out on the floor, their color's vibrant and beautiful as Fiona was. With a deep, long and relieved sigh, Fiona began preparing for the day ahead.
In the large full length mirror, Fiona tied her long hair back into an elegant up-do, accompanied with silver adornments that lay with the waves of her hair. Her dress was changed into a similar gown also a black satin but mixed with silver embellishments that accented her figure and stature. She cleaned her face and decorated with colors and fragrances, accentuating her beauty and enhancing her light blue eyes. She now looked like a regal, like a royal where the only hints of her deep depression betrayed her in the slowly receding puffs around her eyes.
Fiona, in all her grace, exited her chambers and made her way towards the hall where the wake would be held, the sound of her shoes clicking lightly with her gentle steps down the halls decorated with portraits and statues, her own nearer to the entrance of the hall. The large doors were open as she approached them, as the room was still bustling with movement as servants rushed in and out, here and there trying to be ready in time for the gathering. Fiona nodded kindly to each as they rushed by her, each one quickly dipping into a courtesy or bow before rushing off again.
As she entered the room her caught herself looking for just a moment too long at the painting of the once happy couple before seeing Pieter and Otto. Her water filled eyes, though not shedding a tear, met theirs before she nodded graciously in at each of them and took her seat at the far end of the hall next to the place Leon typically sat where she had so comfortably sat many a time before enjoying conversation with her beloved brother. This was her place and she would not change that now.
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Shoryu Magami
Since Itzal was the last to post, I guess I'll have to be the one posting next. I'll get her into the car on the way there I guess to give Itzal time to post again with the arrival post.
I don't know that I'll have the time to get it all sorted tonight but I'll try to post tomorrow morning or by the latest tomorrow evening.
Since Itzal was the last to post, I guess I'll have to be the one posting next. I'll get her into the car on the way there I guess to give Itzal time to post again with the arrival post.
I don't know that I'll have the time to get it all sorted tonight but I'll try to post tomorrow morning or by the latest tomorrow evening.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Shoryu Magami
If it's okay with you, I'll post when I can get the whole post in up to arriving at the estate. If you'd prefer I post a partial soon I can do that just to keep things moving, otherwise I'll wait just a hair longer.
If it's okay with you, I'll post when I can get the whole post in up to arriving at the estate. If you'd prefer I post a partial soon I can do that just to keep things moving, otherwise I'll wait just a hair longer.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
How do I go about creating a pad with it?
You just have to sign into a gmail account (an email, if you don't have one you can either make one or ask someone who does have one to put the doc together.) Then open up the google docs in your browser, create a new document then click on share which should be in the top right hand corner of the screen. It'll open up a window where you can write in emails or click on shareable link. Select the link option. It'll give you what others are allowed to do just make sure you set it to people who have this link can edit this document that way anyone who clicks on the link can access it.
I PM mine to people when I use it that way they can find the link again easily if they need to come back to it multiple times.
Make sense? =]
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Shoryu Magami
Google docs DOES has a text chat system, it also has a comment (sticky note) type system as well. =]
Google docs DOES has a text chat system, it also has a comment (sticky note) type system as well. =]
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