Kenshi Brett

Frolam School of Magic and works of mana. (Fantasy OC world.)

I am interested in this, it sounds quite fun.

The Indigo Project (superhuman teenagers imprisoned in a secret research facility)

This reminds me of one I did before, so I am down for it if you are still looking for people to join.

Mount and Blade RP? (Free roam, consistent world, medieval)

It sounds like a great concept, I am in for it.

Greetings.

Looking around wearily, the stranger walked slowly into the revealing light of the room. Raising his hand to scratch nervously at his brown locks, he looked at those gathered. After pausing for a moment to think of what to say, he spoke aloud to those gathered. "Greetings, my name is Twinna. I remember visiting this place before, even if that was almost two years ago now. I used to be known by the name Kenshi, a name chosen by my own foolishness of youth back all those years ago." Looking around once again, he rested his hand on the hilt of an ornate dagger which hung from his waist, his body calming as he felt the reassurance of the potential for safety it offered.

"So anyways, I hope you all have a great day. I shall be exploring this area soon, hoping to learn more about the way of life here. I hope we meet again." On that note he walked out, letting out a deep breath as he entered the shadows once again. "Well." He muttered to no one in particular. "I hope that went well."

Anyways, my name is Twinna and I wish to explain a bit about myself. I am 15, having been born in August of 2000. My life is pretty hectic right now due to my GCSE exam season starting up soon, but after that I will suddenly have a lot of free time on my hands for a few months while I await my results to be delivered. My inital roleplaying quality on this site was poor, but I hope that practice on other sites have improved my quality to a reasonable quality.

I do have a preference roleplaying settings, althrough I am familar with the Vampire: The Masquerade system and also the Dungeons and Dragons 3.5 system. I like supernatural and fantasy stories, so they are ones which usually hold my interest when I roleplay them.

Athalia Academy

Whats the link to the new thread, Internet bugged out but I'm back on now.

Athalia Academy

Whats the link to the new thread, Internet bugged out but I'm back on now.

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Animelover_princess said
hey guysanything interesting happen while i was gone?

I had a fart

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I might make a new character. Maybe a girl as I found a cool picture. But what race...

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He put down his hood and looked up at the sky. He took out a knife. It had been that of the one who tried stabbing him before he came to this school. He opened the swithblade. He studied it for a moment before he threw it at a fence panel. It embedded itself perfectly in the fading bullseye that some had drew. Jhe sat there. The date that he would have to do the ritual was coming soon. He would have to summon.and try and control a flame. His parents had tryed it but he had came barging down the stairs moaning about his ipod being buggy. They lost concentration and the fire spread. Burning the wooden floors and killing his parents. He managed to barely escape. Later after the fire died down he returned. Inthe middle of the ruined house was only one thing unburnt. A staff, He remembered the time his father said to him. "Son, when I die, I want you to take me staff. This staff has been in the family generations, It is tradition that the inheritant then takes the staff and carves a phrase and a symbol to represent them." He had completed his part of the ritual only today. Nearly a year after the fire. He looked around. He could see that girl, the Cherokee one, Little feather. Where was that lion who followed her usually? He had seen her sometimes around during his time here and she always had that lion with her. He looked back down and stood up. With one hand he did the gestures for a spell. A gust of wind hit the fence with so much force it went flying off campus ground. The gust caused a slight breeze to start.

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"Its simply words thought to bring luck." He looked at the picture as he looked at the pictures inside a picture. He envied Little feather on how she knew her tribal traditions. The tribe his family had belonged to had been mainly massacred by the romans during their invasion of Britain back neraly two centuries ago. The only folklore he knew was from books. He finished carving another celtic knot. The text was in the same alphabet as English and the symbols were just decoration.

He sat silently. With one hand he lowered his hood. His shaggy black hair and hazel eyes were probally shown now. He finished carving the staff. He had started it earlier. He had need the words however. He took the staff off the table and placed it back on his back. Then he pocketed the knife. Sheathing it first. He Closed his book and returned it. The isle name saddened him inside. 'Ancient cultures.' A name that meant old cultures of days long gone. He sat back down. He pulled out a pen and started writing. The poem was about his feelings at the moment.

"Alone with a inheritage of a tribe long forgotten.
My pillars of help burned away.
Now I alone carry the burden.
I alone make it see another day.

Forced to carry it, Not by choice,
But bound by blood.
Embedded with the ability.
To cause fire, snow or flood."

He wrote more but scrunched up the paper and threw it on the table in frustration at himself. The first part the only readable bit. He put his head into his hand as he let out a sigh. If his parents were still alive then they would of carried his burden. They would of did the rituals that had left him up till two o'clock this morning to aplease the gods. He gave up on trying to act like he was sure of everything for once. "I gotta go." He stammered out as he walked out of the library. Forgetting the peice of scrumpled up paper. He began to sprint until he reached the gardens. Then he sat on a low wall and put his hood up.