Yeah everyone seems to be into the bus. Literally.I'd make a horrible bus pun, but I'm all out of gas! Anyways, all we need is Mr_pink and we've got everyone put on a bus.
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Name's KyzeRUndecided, Kyze or Undecided for short. And for future reference, it's pronounced kee-ZAY-ar.
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Today officially sucked. 'Suck' was a bit of an understatement, really, but at the current moment, it seemed to be the best way Emily could describe being held at gunpoint by hostile men in a speeding bus. Really, officially sucked.
Emily fidgeted in her seat, eyeing the gunmen warily. Masks, weird markings, passenger stealing -- they might as well have been carrying a sign saying, 'We eat puppies! We kick old people! We sacrifice thousands of souls to resurrect the lost god, Hergoruth!'. Something along those lines.
Her hands reached up towards her neck, gripping her invisibility charm. It became a habit for her to toy with it whenever she was nervous or lost in thought. The charm's odd symbols, deeply carved into the ivory griffin bone, gave the elf a small bit of comfort whenever she traced them. Emily's fingers held tight to the charm, her gaze flickering from it to the exit. Maybe, just maybe, she could turn invisible and sneak off the bus. She could even try knocking a guy out and looting the body if she had time. A small smile tugged at her lips before disappearing. There were two things keeping that plan from working: sneaking past an armed group in a narrow walkway wasn't going to be easy at all, and the bus was moving. Fast.
She sighed, her grip slacking. "And to think that I woke up on the right side of the bed," Emily said to no one in particular, huffing in annoyance. Hopefully, the other passengers would prove to be wonderful cannon fodder just in case all hell broke loose and Emily had to go.
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Name: Emily Walls
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race/species: Elf
Personality: As sly as a fox and just as cunning, Emily has been know to charm and flirt her way into all sorts of situations -- both good and bad. While her loyalty is questionable at best, her determination and stubbornness are unwavering. She's very optimistic and energetic, eager to prove that she's not just some idle layabout.
Powers/abilities: Thanks to an odd necklace she swindled off a witch, Emily can turn invisible for a duration of time (around 1-2 hours), though doing so does leave her energy drained.
Skills: There's a reason why she's an infamous con artist and thief. Emily's silver tongue and swift hands have proven useful in prying off the most valuable gems from the greediest of men. Though she's not a fan of physical fighting, she knows how to wield a knife whenever there's trouble.
Other: She owns and lives in a small antique store by the name of The Olden Goose. Most of her business occurs there, whether it be raising the price of a fake diamond to fifty thousand, or selling a minor flour and lying it was drugs, of even making unsavory deals with the Modacci.
I'm interested to see where this goes.
Picture:
Name: Emily Walls
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race/species: Elf
Personality: As sly as a fox and just as cunning, Emily has been know to charm and flirt her way into all sorts of situations -- both good and bad. While her loyalty is questionable at best, her determination and stubbornness are unwavering. She's very optimistic and energetic, eager to prove that she's not just some idle layabout.
Powers/abilities: Thanks to an odd necklace she swindled off a witch, Emily can turn invisible for a duration of time (around 1-2 hours), though doing so does leave her energy drained.
Skills: There's a reason why she's an infamous con artist and thief. Emily's silver tongue and swift hands have proven useful in prying off the most valuable gems from the greediest of men. Though she's not a fan of physical fighting, she knows how to wield a knife whenever there's trouble.
Other: She owns and lives in a small antique store by the name of The Olden Goose. Most of her business occurs there, whether it be raising the price of a fake diamond to fifty thousand, or selling a minor flour and lying it was drugs, of even making unsavory deals with the Modacci.
So, when I was really little, I used to sleep with my grandparents in their bed. It was almost always hot, their room was cold, and the bed was a cloud. Could you blame me? Anyways, whenever I slept there, I'd sleep like a rock.
That is until one night.
I was inbetween them, per usual, when I suddenly wake up. I felt nervous, scared. Maybe it was because of how dark the room was. Maybe it was left over from my dream, whatever it was. Or maybe it was because of the thing at the foot of the bed.
In the dark was a silhouetted...thing staring at me. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Just stared back. Suffice to say, I was freaking out. I wanted to scream for help, to pull to the covers over my head, but I was so paralyzed with terror. A rational part of my brain kept saying, "Maybe it's nothing. It could be a pile of clothes or a chair." while another part of my brain screamed, "CHAIRS DON'T HAVE BODIES. OR SHOULDERS. OR HEADS."
Getting over my fear paralysis, I managed to close my eyes and block out the figure. I tried to forget but I could feel it staring...watching...
The night went on, but I got no sleep. The thing was gone when I opened my eyes. I didn't tell my grandparents what happened. I didn't tell my parents either. Not friends, not family, no one. Not until my parents and I moved away did I tell people what happened. They'd treat it like a joke and I, in fear of being called crazy, would play along.
But now I'm back. I've moved back in with my grandparents due to school reasons. I'm not scared. It was probably just my imagination. I was always an imaginative little girl. That's what I tell myself. But sometimes I feel it. At night. Watching. Staring. Waiting.
Interested in doing a fantasy RP with you.
Definitely interested. I've got time constraints as well, and I'm not exactly experienced enough as a GM.
Interesting. Count me in!
So, what's up? I'm KyzeRUndecided; Kyze or Undecided for short.
I've been roleplaying for a long while now (around 4 or 5 years, I believe?), but took a break due to schoolwork, moving, and general real life shenanigans. Over the past few months of my break when school was easing up, I realized that I kind of missed all the fun of RPing, and that I kinda needed and wanted to be back. So, while my skills are rusty, I'm eager to get my head back in the game and make new friends.
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