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    1. Holmishire 11 yrs ago

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A writer, artist, animator, worldbuilder. In short, jack of all trades, master of some.

For the most part, I've retired from roleplaying. For quite a long time, what kept me tied to RPG was the Spam community—but even that I have distanced myself from. Now, my focus is on the writing contests.

I consistently try to write reviews for RPGC, and I consistently enter the Twelve Labours.

First labour; world of Archipelago, Jack.
Challenge: an unwelcome death.
For next entry: characterization.

Second labour; world of Uberpowered, Émile.
Challenge: an unfortunate fortune.
For next entry: pacing.

Third labour; world of Cinderlore, Caerys.
Challenge: an unforgiving ambition.
For next entry: proofreading.

Fourth labour; world of Supers, Joshua.
Challenge: an uncompromising betrayal.
For next entry: development.

Fifth labour; world of Mutamorphis, Olrich.
Challenge: an unrepressed motive.
For next entry: development, dammit.

Sixth labour; world of Mythos, Melas.
Challenge: an untenable alliance.
For next entry: dénouement.

Seventh labour; world of Hatemongers, Talahn.
Challenge: an unbearable sacrifice.
For next entry: cast utilization.

Eigth labour; world of Mythica, Céline.
Challenge: an unwinnable challenge.
For next entry: plot cohesion.

Ninth labour; world of Nardja, Albiorn.
Challenge: an unknowing accomplice.
For next entry: narrative set-up.

Tenth labour; world of Magestones, Ariana.
Challenge: an unwilling inspiration.
For next entry: narrative set-up, dammit.

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Biographical Section

Name: Faolan.
Age: 23.
Race: Wolf/Werewolf. (previously human)
Sex: Male.
Appearance:
Homeland: Rheinfeld, the Papacy.


Motivation:
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Personal Section

Romance: Yes, though good luck separating them.
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: I suspect so.
Signature: Holmishire, should you choose to re-accept me.
Biographical Section

Name: Aëyr.
Age: 19.
Race: Selkie.
Sex: Female.
Appearance: Dark brown hair, slim build, average height. (better description to come, probably draw her when I get the chance)
Homeland: The Free Holds.


Motivation: After years of slavery, Aëyr wants to regain some sense of self-worth. Benevolent at heart, and choosing others over herself, all she wants is a better world where others, perhaps, won't have to suffer as she did. She chose to join the Queen's Blades to help others.
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Wears light sleeveless clothing, with some leather sewn in for minor protection of essential parts, but mostly designed to be lightweight and flexible. Carries large canteens filled with water, a large warm cloak, a satchel filled with a variety of medicinal herbs and paraphernalia, and a couple long, sharp daggers. Also her weapon of choice, a sling with a number of small spherical stones.
Personal Section

Romance: It happens if it happens.
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: I suspect so.
Signature: Holmishire, should you choose to accept me.
This is the official repository for my various CSes. I may or may not organize them like a boss. This opening post, however, shall serve as a sort of statistical analysis of my various characters—and perhaps all characters of the roleplays in which I partake—for my own personal reference. I cannot guarantee that it will be updated regularly.
Kaya Lefèvre, Skirmisher
Combat, darkness, fire, frost.

"Cora?"

Faced with the silence of her companion, Kaya forced her panic aside. I'm not alone, and I won't let us get hurt.

Feeling through the darkness, she grabbed hold of whichever part of Cora she could. There was no way she was letting go, despite her previously less than ideal relationship with the woman. As an officer in the RCMP, you weren't simply taught to serve, you were taught to protect. And most of all, to do good. It isn't shooting criminals that gets you medals; it's saving the innocents.

And until this looming darkness decided to let up, that meant not letting her companion leave her touch. If she had to carry the woman herself, she would.
Eira. South-East sewers.
Mech pilot: Two pistols and backpack.

Her arms trembled as her mind fluttered in shock, staring down the barrels of the twin pistols at the man she had helped rescure. Damn it, I thought it was over.

What was she supposed to do? This shapeshifter had deceived them thus far, how could she expect he wasn't deceiving them now? He could be toying with their morality, their human emotions and weakness, so as to easily infiltrate the base. Every instinct in her told her to shoot. To riddle his body with bullets, as she had been trained to do, as she had been taught to do. These freaks were their enemies, mindless beasts that could consume a man whole—she had seen it—and that would massacre hundreds of their own without mercy.

And yet... Adam—or rather his look-a-like—did appear to have a mind. A sentient being, seeking their aid.

Whether he was out to betray them or not, she couldn't bear the thought of betraying him. I can't shoot him. Not now.

With a heave of released breath, she lowered and holstered her pistols, accepting the black box and adding it to her backpack's inventory. She was relieved Roman had spoken first. His confidence boosted her just enough to regain some of her senses.

"Fine, your secret is safe for now. But I'm not letting you out of my sight 'til you reveal yourself to our superiors."
So, unless Querzi posts in either OOC or IC sometime before I get back from work tomorrow/today, I'm going to pretend Cora did absolutely nothing for a few seconds and have Kaya respond accordingly.
PCSutfin said
Shit. Hope Eira makes the right call, then.

And, uh, no pressure, Holimshire.


Oh, well, I'd better just screw this up just for the fun of it then! :D

I should end up posting tomorrow, too tired tonight. And due to the nature of my work schedule, by tomorrow I mean today, but it might end up being technically tomorrow anyways depending on procrastination and stuff.
Doivid said
Teo, Derp, 8, cid, and holmi are going on a list.What you people have done here today--you should be ashamed of yourselves.


'Tis all in good fun, dear lad. Spoil not the rotten core, aight?

EDIT: That didn't really make any sense at all, did it?
8 said
teo tryna fronthe think he can rapwell imma show him uplet you know that you crapim the resident emceeof the spam communityi been here for a while but you see its still new to mefuck with me if you darejust know that im gullyand ill knock ya top off like nair

To be honest, that attempt,
(Would-be artist, not exempt)
Is most lacking in structure;
My riposte stacking on 'er.

Now you see, my friend,
Against me, you'll end
This naive and tried endeavour
To sieve those sounds together.

Don't fret, I'll be nice,
As I set the bar up twice
Past your meagre level;
I bring war to your rebel.

Chains, child.
Let us go wild.
Man, Jorick's fic was great. Ah, the good ol' days...
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