Lemons
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STATUS: I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much 6 mos ago
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I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much
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Nine years seems a lot longer than it feels.
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Ninety-nine bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles on the wall
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Biting Spider Writing
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They will look for him from the white tower...but he will not return, from mountains or from sea...
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I'm interested. (Though disappointed at the lack of bullet-y goodness)
Oh dear lord, I really feel like Rubix and Runia are NOT going to get along.
Gavin poked at what little crumbs of food remained on the table, a pensive expression on his face. "Well, that went well..." No idea how long I was here for, but was it really long enough that they're just going to leave? Hang on, Mira did say something that sounded logical...Ugh, I'll figure it out later.[/i Gavin's eyes narrowed a little bit and he stood abruptly. [i]I didn't even eat anything. They can cover the check, he rationalized, trying to ignore the tiny worm of guilt that settled in his stomach. Huffing a bit, he turned, grabbing up the steel skateboard and narrowing it out, reshaping it into a large metal claymore, leaving aside a bit of steel, which he shaped into a chainmail backstrap. Slinging the claymore into the strap, he walked off, in no particular hurry Let's just see how far I can get without getting arrested for having this on my back...
Surprisingly, there was no arrest made. There were some funny looks, to be sure, but he made it back to the apartment complex with no major incident. Turning his doorknob, he sighed. Locked.
His bracelet flowed down his arm and across his hand, slipping into the lock and molding into the perfect shape of the key. Twisting the metal, he heard a click as the door unlocked, then retrieved his metal and walked into the room as it returned to its usual shape on his wrist. He turned, not seeing Sylvia, then walked into the bedroom. She was there, gripping the pillow in the most adorable fashion he had ever seen, like it was a precious jewel. He smiled in spite of the single tear dripping down her face, muttering softly: "You don't have to be tough all the time." Turning towards the couch, he threw a "'Night." back over his shoulder before the door quietly clicked closed. Settling on the couch, he breathed deeply, settling quickly into sleep.
Surprisingly, there was no arrest made. There were some funny looks, to be sure, but he made it back to the apartment complex with no major incident. Turning his doorknob, he sighed. Locked.
His bracelet flowed down his arm and across his hand, slipping into the lock and molding into the perfect shape of the key. Twisting the metal, he heard a click as the door unlocked, then retrieved his metal and walked into the room as it returned to its usual shape on his wrist. He turned, not seeing Sylvia, then walked into the bedroom. She was there, gripping the pillow in the most adorable fashion he had ever seen, like it was a precious jewel. He smiled in spite of the single tear dripping down her face, muttering softly: "You don't have to be tough all the time." Turning towards the couch, he threw a "'Night." back over his shoulder before the door quietly clicked closed. Settling on the couch, he breathed deeply, settling quickly into sleep.
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I do believe I'm going to post my character, just as a sort of analogue for the amount of detail that I'd like to see put in them.
Name: Runia Venthrym (VEN-thrim)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Runia is a quiet girl, preferring the company of nature to that of people. She is mostly pacifistic and extremely caring, but if something angers her enough, then she will snap, and when she snaps, she can be terrifying, as well as outright dangerous. Though she isn’t very strong, she does know how to use a dagger or two, though nobody quite knows why. A word often used to describe her by those who have seen her, but not too closely, is demure. However, she knows a good deal of skills involving hunting, survival, etc. etc. etc, since when she’s not working, she’s probably in the woods.
Appearance:
Preferred Weapon: A pair of slim stilettos with ivory handles and white-dyed blades. Exactly how they were dyed white, nobody knows, and nobody feels comfortable enough around her to ask. The only thing they’ve ever heard from Runia about them is that they’ve been passed down through her family for a long, long time.
Profession (If applicable): Runia works as a washerwoman in the nearest village.
Etc.: Although she indeed has a preferred set of stilettos, her preferred tactic is NOT using them and instead being diplomatic and talking things out, not simply fighting. As stated before, she is mostly a pacifist.
Name: Runia Venthrym (VEN-thrim)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Runia is a quiet girl, preferring the company of nature to that of people. She is mostly pacifistic and extremely caring, but if something angers her enough, then she will snap, and when she snaps, she can be terrifying, as well as outright dangerous. Though she isn’t very strong, she does know how to use a dagger or two, though nobody quite knows why. A word often used to describe her by those who have seen her, but not too closely, is demure. However, she knows a good deal of skills involving hunting, survival, etc. etc. etc, since when she’s not working, she’s probably in the woods.
Appearance:
Preferred Weapon: A pair of slim stilettos with ivory handles and white-dyed blades. Exactly how they were dyed white, nobody knows, and nobody feels comfortable enough around her to ask. The only thing they’ve ever heard from Runia about them is that they’ve been passed down through her family for a long, long time.
Profession (If applicable): Runia works as a washerwoman in the nearest village.
Etc.: Although she indeed has a preferred set of stilettos, her preferred tactic is NOT using them and instead being diplomatic and talking things out, not simply fighting. As stated before, she is mostly a pacifist.
Well butter my butt and eat my pancreas, I can't wait.
Sterilization Extraordinarily Bad Things™
Yeah.
That and all the sodium that exists in human beings, the ocean, and the world in general.
'Course, he makes a GREAT shrimp flambeé.
That and all the sodium that exists in human beings, the ocean, and the world in general.
'Course, he makes a GREAT shrimp flambeé.
Well, it's not usually rap, per se, if you beat a space-time rift at its own game...
...somehow...
then suffice it to say, some not-altogether-comprehensible-by-a-sane-mind things happen and you may or may not become something similar to a demigod of some sort.
...somehow...
then suffice it to say, some not-altogether-comprehensible-by-a-sane-mind things happen and you may or may not become something similar to a demigod of some sort.
Mmmm...yes...excuse me while I stroke my nonexistent beard while deep in thought...
Meh, sounds cool enough to join.
Name: Matthew
Last name: Winslow
Nicknames (if any): Matt, Matty, A-Hole, Pig
Appearance (Can be written, drawn, or photograph):
Both of his eyes are the sickly green of his left eye and he constantly wears that same smug grin.
Age (15-40): 22
Kinetic ability: Halokinesis (He can control salt)
Personality: One kinky motherf***** One can never be quite sure exactly what Matt is thinking about. It makes him dangerous. He's an unpredictable, chauvinistic ass who only really thinks about himself, and there is absolutely no backstory behind it. He's just really, really arrogant and pretty much hates people as a whole. Doesn't necessarily hate women more than men, just thinks of them as inferior beings, less than human.
Profession: Currently unemployed, unless you count "living off of the money of rich ex-girlfriends that he dumped by the side of the road" an occupation.
Any spouse/roommates/children: Heh...nope.
Other interesting information: He is an AMAZING cook, as long as no vinegar is involved. He HATES vinegar.
Meh, sounds cool enough to join.
Name: Matthew
Last name: Winslow
Nicknames (if any): Matt, Matty, A-Hole, Pig
Appearance (Can be written, drawn, or photograph):
Age (15-40): 22
Kinetic ability: Halokinesis (He can control salt)
Personality: One kinky motherf***** One can never be quite sure exactly what Matt is thinking about. It makes him dangerous. He's an unpredictable, chauvinistic ass who only really thinks about himself, and there is absolutely no backstory behind it. He's just really, really arrogant and pretty much hates people as a whole. Doesn't necessarily hate women more than men, just thinks of them as inferior beings, less than human.
Profession: Currently unemployed, unless you count "living off of the money of rich ex-girlfriends that he dumped by the side of the road" an occupation.
Any spouse/roommates/children: Heh...nope.
Other interesting information: He is an AMAZING cook, as long as no vinegar is involved. He HATES vinegar.
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