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Posted an interest check in 1x1, so excited to have time to write again!
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Feeling good about my latest interest check, hope you guys feel the same way! :D
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I have a story I'd like to write with someone. It's been a while since I've done this whole writing thing but I can promise at least a post a day with decent grammar and style. You'll be experiencing a metaverse I've worked on myself by the perspective of a character you will make. I'm not picky on pairings as you will be meeting a wide assortment of people and characters during your journeys. My requirement is that you be a human on a relatively modern-day Earth. How deeply you control the town/city of your origin is entirely up to you.
If you're looking to make someone who will be the MC in an inter-galactic oddysey with plenty of depth then let me know! I need to work my creative muscles a bit.
My idea mostly revolves around getting your character through one of this metaverse's most difficult and well-known tournaments. How I'll draw you and your character into this idea from modern-day Earth will largely rely on who you create.
That being said, I'd enjoy it if you could display some decent grammar.
I'd also prefer if you were above 18, helps me to feel better about mature themes as I am well into my 20's.
PM with any questions if I didn't scare ya off by now :3
If you're looking to make someone who will be the MC in an inter-galactic oddysey with plenty of depth then let me know! I need to work my creative muscles a bit.
My idea mostly revolves around getting your character through one of this metaverse's most difficult and well-known tournaments. How I'll draw you and your character into this idea from modern-day Earth will largely rely on who you create.
That being said, I'd enjoy it if you could display some decent grammar.
I'd also prefer if you were above 18, helps me to feel better about mature themes as I am well into my 20's.
PM with any questions if I didn't scare ya off by now :3
Dan sighs, his eyes turning away from Anora to gaze out the window. He'd take a brief moment with himself despite others being around, allowing all questions to linger for a moment before snapping at them. He is relaxed, relaxed in the same way a bear may be as it lingers over a fish-populated river.
"I'll observe and draw conclusions after I've put my eye on them. We're both trying to answer the same questions. I know that Earth is small compared to space, but, so is The Council. We get scared out there in the dark too..." Dan offers a sidelong glance before some unspoken thought trips him up and he begins to tense. His fingers pace slowly into themselves, gradually lacing into one another. His knees shrivel inwards. He spirals into anxiety as he did on arrival.
Darsby, who'd been slowly relaxing more as the conversation carried on, began to inspect the tears in his baggy clothing. The tips of his fingers would glow a faint pink as he traces them over various scars and wounds, healing them instantly upon first touch. Something about Dan had frightened him, he'd worked past this after observing the man for some time.
"My apologies for earlier.-" Darsby would suddenly say aloud whilst attentively working on his deformities. "-You never know what you're getting with these 'Celestial Wizards', the power and age make a dangerous combination at times. It's better to be polite." His last sentence would be said towards Anora as he finishes his work and slumps back into his seat.
"You did good calming him down like that." Darsby looks towards Dan, who'd only half-heard the things spoken about him. The jittery man would nod and chuckle a bit before looking back out the window whilst gnawing at his nails.
Darsby, the alien she'd arrived here with, looked markedly overwhelmed. He'd smile at Anora in a way that said they were both somehow on the same boat at this point.
The horizon grew closer, Beijing's skyline quickly closing in. They were just about at whatever destination they'd been attempting to get to.
"I'll observe and draw conclusions after I've put my eye on them. We're both trying to answer the same questions. I know that Earth is small compared to space, but, so is The Council. We get scared out there in the dark too..." Dan offers a sidelong glance before some unspoken thought trips him up and he begins to tense. His fingers pace slowly into themselves, gradually lacing into one another. His knees shrivel inwards. He spirals into anxiety as he did on arrival.
Darsby, who'd been slowly relaxing more as the conversation carried on, began to inspect the tears in his baggy clothing. The tips of his fingers would glow a faint pink as he traces them over various scars and wounds, healing them instantly upon first touch. Something about Dan had frightened him, he'd worked past this after observing the man for some time.
"My apologies for earlier.-" Darsby would suddenly say aloud whilst attentively working on his deformities. "-You never know what you're getting with these 'Celestial Wizards', the power and age make a dangerous combination at times. It's better to be polite." His last sentence would be said towards Anora as he finishes his work and slumps back into his seat.
"You did good calming him down like that." Darsby looks towards Dan, who'd only half-heard the things spoken about him. The jittery man would nod and chuckle a bit before looking back out the window whilst gnawing at his nails.
Darsby, the alien she'd arrived here with, looked markedly overwhelmed. He'd smile at Anora in a way that said they were both somehow on the same boat at this point.
The horizon grew closer, Beijing's skyline quickly closing in. They were just about at whatever destination they'd been attempting to get to.
Hey! I wasn't sure if you'd still be around so I figured I'd make a post in the IC. Life has been totally crazy but I'm making the most of it. I got out of The Navy and setting everything up.
How have you been during all of this craziness?
How have you been during all of this craziness?
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5 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
You wake up one day, face-flat, in someone's backyard. The thick smell of freshly cut grass clumps as viciously to your nostrils as the green clippings you find stuck to skin and clothing. Wildlife chirps and trills from large stocks of leaf and bark to your far left. Colorful boxes and long strips of grey with smaller boxes running along them come blearily into view when looking up and to the right. After several seconds of hard staring, your eyes eventually decide to cooperate with your brain to tell you that what you're looking at is a few houses, roads, and the cars that ride them. The sun is screaming that its morning and for an unidentifiable reason, your teeth hurt.
Finding yourself somewhere new can certainly be alarming despite its cool breeze and warm light, yet, I must guess to say, it's hardly as alarming as the man you find staring at you from across the greenery. He wears casual clothing below a well-trimmed beard. His startled expression and willingness to run away put you at ease before you discover the thing floating just above his head. Is that a halo?
Finding yourself somewhere new can certainly be alarming despite its cool breeze and warm light, yet, I must guess to say, it's hardly as alarming as the man you find staring at you from across the greenery. He wears casual clothing below a well-trimmed beard. His startled expression and willingness to run away put you at ease before you discover the thing floating just above his head. Is that a halo?
An odd reaction occurs when the formula of Dan and Anora combines with noise and frustration; Dan calms down. The man's lips relax, his shoulders square and place their weight against the leather behind him, his eyes level against Anora's with an innocent peace typically found only in the ignorant. "Hmmm.-" He'd mutter, his lips pursing for a moment whilst his fingers cease to twiddle, curl, and writhe. "-Sure."
"There's a force in the universe most closely related to what your people call 'magic'. Humanity has recently been adopting this energy on a larger scale despite general skepticism. This is mostly due to some of our reality's larger-scale threats manifesting here on Earth, resulting in a greater need for general policing and protection. I can smell one such threat on you, they're called 'bluth' I believe?" Dan relaxes further, grey eyes glazing over whilst his voice deepens in the confidence of fluid-speech. Somehow, being yelled-at or presented with hostility has a placation effect on his anxiety. Should Anora be observant, she'd notice her hand slamming on the console caused his eyes to briefly widen, then shortly after, narrow and relax along with the rest of his body.
"I belong to a union of intergalactic guilds balanced by several government bodies. I'm contracted as a 'safety inspector' of sorts. I was told to investigate the appearance of what is predicted to be the emergence of a 'singularity-level' wizard: A single sentient entity with an affinity to wield magic on a scale of manipulating several solar systems simultaneously.-" Dan continues to speak in a rhythmic and semi-passionate fashion, the way a strange celebrity may speak on TV when tired and reciting a rehearsed monologue to advertise their latest film.
"My second job is to make sure no less than thirty percent of all sentient life remains alive by the end of 'emergence'. I personally prefer most all of life remains the same for those involved, but, if I determine my strength to be inadequate, my methods won't matter since someone stronger will have to be called in. Who we're looking for is someone by the name of 'Pahn'. They've apparently been trapped on Earth for quite some time and have spent the past two billion years forging some kind of 'instrument'. The details after this get hazy as the specifics of events and their motives arent the specialty of our Seer's Guild and their predictions. Though, when it comes to an event actually occurring, their accuracy is infallible. Besides, you were pretty key in the predictions. Your face and name came up quite a bit, especially in the war." Dan would then release a deep sigh and lean further back against his seat to stare out the window. For the entirety of that monologue he may have been looking 'towards' Anora, but, you could hardly say he was looking 'at' her. Some part of him had closed off and become oddly mechanical, despite the presence of emotion. He was made cold in his ease of communication, sparing an equal amount of semi-passioned talk about colors and magic as he would about life and it's required 'percentage' of survival. His anxious self was confusing and harmless, his calmer side looked nearly-empty in its readiness to do anything necessary.
The Earth below was now a bit closer. A skyline of man-made towers could be seen growing along a curvacious coast. Darsby continued to observe Anora and Dan as they spoke, he looked to be consumed by some rather severe thoughts throughout their talking. Thankfully, he had also thought to be quiet while others were talking.
"There's a force in the universe most closely related to what your people call 'magic'. Humanity has recently been adopting this energy on a larger scale despite general skepticism. This is mostly due to some of our reality's larger-scale threats manifesting here on Earth, resulting in a greater need for general policing and protection. I can smell one such threat on you, they're called 'bluth' I believe?" Dan relaxes further, grey eyes glazing over whilst his voice deepens in the confidence of fluid-speech. Somehow, being yelled-at or presented with hostility has a placation effect on his anxiety. Should Anora be observant, she'd notice her hand slamming on the console caused his eyes to briefly widen, then shortly after, narrow and relax along with the rest of his body.
"I belong to a union of intergalactic guilds balanced by several government bodies. I'm contracted as a 'safety inspector' of sorts. I was told to investigate the appearance of what is predicted to be the emergence of a 'singularity-level' wizard: A single sentient entity with an affinity to wield magic on a scale of manipulating several solar systems simultaneously.-" Dan continues to speak in a rhythmic and semi-passionate fashion, the way a strange celebrity may speak on TV when tired and reciting a rehearsed monologue to advertise their latest film.
"My second job is to make sure no less than thirty percent of all sentient life remains alive by the end of 'emergence'. I personally prefer most all of life remains the same for those involved, but, if I determine my strength to be inadequate, my methods won't matter since someone stronger will have to be called in. Who we're looking for is someone by the name of 'Pahn'. They've apparently been trapped on Earth for quite some time and have spent the past two billion years forging some kind of 'instrument'. The details after this get hazy as the specifics of events and their motives arent the specialty of our Seer's Guild and their predictions. Though, when it comes to an event actually occurring, their accuracy is infallible. Besides, you were pretty key in the predictions. Your face and name came up quite a bit, especially in the war." Dan would then release a deep sigh and lean further back against his seat to stare out the window. For the entirety of that monologue he may have been looking 'towards' Anora, but, you could hardly say he was looking 'at' her. Some part of him had closed off and become oddly mechanical, despite the presence of emotion. He was made cold in his ease of communication, sparing an equal amount of semi-passioned talk about colors and magic as he would about life and it's required 'percentage' of survival. His anxious self was confusing and harmless, his calmer side looked nearly-empty in its readiness to do anything necessary.
The Earth below was now a bit closer. A skyline of man-made towers could be seen growing along a curvacious coast. Darsby continued to observe Anora and Dan as they spoke, he looked to be consumed by some rather severe thoughts throughout their talking. Thankfully, he had also thought to be quiet while others were talking.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
A world of wizards and wonders exists just beyond the earth's thin atmosphere! One day it comes crashing down semi-dramatically upon a small, Wisconsin township to reak at least 40$ of labor-lost damage on a 7-eleven that had no power for two hours due to what felt like a small explosion. Tommis, the cashier, insisted it was just their shift manager falling off his desk chair during his usual 9 pm nap but, Olivia, the older woman who shows up to stock some evenings swears "-on my grammy's grave-" that she felt something was 'fishy' about that noise. What fishes and noises had to do with each other was beyond Tommis. He didn't press the issue further.
Little did either of them know how correct Olivia was, how truly and terribly correct... What arose from a crater near that dimly lit rest-stop took little time to hold it's habits at bay. Headlines would resemble a singular statement the following morning, "Twilight Zone: Galesburg? Salt-Water Tidal Wave Briefly Floods Power Station!" For a land-locked township, this was certainly anything but your average occurrence.
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Four people of 1990's Earth in a superstitious, land-locked American township are exposed to a world beyond their imagining after an invader proclaims their home to be his "First site of conquest!". Whether being conquered has anything to do with them may be what saves Earth, or, perhaps destroys it!
I've been developing an intergalactic-wizard-universe for a while and want to drag a few people along who feel like watching their character go from everyday life to struggling for survival atop a crumbling Earth. Things will escalate from a slice-of-life point to become something rather drastic depending on everyone's actions. This is more about what your characters do than whatever story I have laid out. Just know that things are gonna be messy, people are going to make stupid decisions, Npc's are gonna be temperamental, there'll be history everywhere for better or worse, and the most dangerous things may not be the most obvious. Make a post here if you're interested. If you have a good modern-day character to post as a CS than I'd be happy to look at it and discuss! I'm pretty flexible.
I'm gonna try to do 3+ posts a day as my responses to your character's actions will be what drives the story for the initial portions of its progression until ya'll get a feel for things. My response posts will be simplistic and my character posts will be thicc with juicy deets.
I left most of this obscure as I'll be working the story out with the players and I also want most things to be discovered by you and your character('s) at the same time. Regardless, I can give you any information that will make you feel comfortable :D
Little did either of them know how correct Olivia was, how truly and terribly correct... What arose from a crater near that dimly lit rest-stop took little time to hold it's habits at bay. Headlines would resemble a singular statement the following morning, "Twilight Zone: Galesburg? Salt-Water Tidal Wave Briefly Floods Power Station!" For a land-locked township, this was certainly anything but your average occurrence.
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Four people of 1990's Earth in a superstitious, land-locked American township are exposed to a world beyond their imagining after an invader proclaims their home to be his "First site of conquest!". Whether being conquered has anything to do with them may be what saves Earth, or, perhaps destroys it!
I've been developing an intergalactic-wizard-universe for a while and want to drag a few people along who feel like watching their character go from everyday life to struggling for survival atop a crumbling Earth. Things will escalate from a slice-of-life point to become something rather drastic depending on everyone's actions. This is more about what your characters do than whatever story I have laid out. Just know that things are gonna be messy, people are going to make stupid decisions, Npc's are gonna be temperamental, there'll be history everywhere for better or worse, and the most dangerous things may not be the most obvious. Make a post here if you're interested. If you have a good modern-day character to post as a CS than I'd be happy to look at it and discuss! I'm pretty flexible.
I'm gonna try to do 3+ posts a day as my responses to your character's actions will be what drives the story for the initial portions of its progression until ya'll get a feel for things. My response posts will be simplistic and my character posts will be thicc with juicy deets.
I left most of this obscure as I'll be working the story out with the players and I also want most things to be discovered by you and your character('s) at the same time. Regardless, I can give you any information that will make you feel comfortable :D
I just do some freestyle stuff, having fun with it and what not. It's kind of stress-relieving for some reason.
I have been very busy moving into my friend's house and settling back into life in my hometown. It's been interesting transitioning into civilian life for sure. I've been using my laptop but it's been interesting not having a machine quite so powerful as my desktop was. Will especially be challenging with a game to design lol.
That all sounds like A LOT to deal with! How's that been coming along in the past month since you messaged? Any better? I hope closing is less of fantasy to some degree.
I have been very busy moving into my friend's house and settling back into life in my hometown. It's been interesting transitioning into civilian life for sure. I've been using my laptop but it's been interesting not having a machine quite so powerful as my desktop was. Will especially be challenging with a game to design lol.
That all sounds like A LOT to deal with! How's that been coming along in the past month since you messaged? Any better? I hope closing is less of fantasy to some degree.
Anora's words "-I didn't understand half of that, but it can't seriously pacify you." caused a reaction of some kind.
Ahllasta flexes against the steering wheel, it's circular shape contorting alongside the vapid grunts of actively warping metal. Her shoulders swell with circulation as her features go red. Her body quivers inside its fleshy suit of bulging veins. For a moment, one could say she appeared to be rather upset.
"If you need to vent your frustrations...-?" Dahn focused on our driver. His words were kindly as they typically found themselves to be, yet, they carried a new burden here. Was it a threat? His body didn't look ready for combat, aside from the fact that for the first time since sitting down he'd stopped fidgeting entirely.
"BLEAGH!!" Ahllasta would spit a guttural sound from her throat just before smashing the center console with her fist right over a button labeled 'Auto-pilot' that now looked more like 'A--Upu-z' when read through it's shattered body.
"I need some air!!" She'd howl violently before opening a window which relinquishes a surprisingly calm breeze upon our current crew's cabin. Ahllasta would then climb out of the window and on to the roof. Violent winds slam against her clothing but pass across her overtly rigid form as if it were no more than severe sunlight before she slips from view via several odd slithering motions. Dan and Darsby didn't pay said tantrum any more than a sigh each.
Earth's populated horizon could be seen approaching below. They were still many countless miles from the surface, but, with this vehicles speed, there's no way of telling how quickly those miles might be distanced. Ahllasta has made herself at home atop the car, out of sight and earshot of their conversations.
"Our Celestial Reverence is a highly distinguished combat specialist. He-" Darsby was interrupted mid-explanation to Anora by Dan himself.
"D-D-Darsby! J-just call me Dan, for the remainder of the mission."
"That's hardly your full nam-"
"P-please!"
"Understood...-" Darsby eventually gives in. His propensity for following core-rules and formalities appears to run deep.
"Yes! Why am I here?-" Dan would ask, attempting to focus back in on Anora in his typically fidgety way. "-W-well, it's simple. The worst possible scenario is a sizable p-possibility. So, I'm here." Dan shrugs as if this reply should completely answer any questions to be had here. "I-I mean it would st-stink if half the galaxy got vaporized or something." He'd then chuckle aloud, and adjust his glassed.
Ahllasta flexes against the steering wheel, it's circular shape contorting alongside the vapid grunts of actively warping metal. Her shoulders swell with circulation as her features go red. Her body quivers inside its fleshy suit of bulging veins. For a moment, one could say she appeared to be rather upset.
"If you need to vent your frustrations...-?" Dahn focused on our driver. His words were kindly as they typically found themselves to be, yet, they carried a new burden here. Was it a threat? His body didn't look ready for combat, aside from the fact that for the first time since sitting down he'd stopped fidgeting entirely.
"BLEAGH!!" Ahllasta would spit a guttural sound from her throat just before smashing the center console with her fist right over a button labeled 'Auto-pilot' that now looked more like 'A--Upu-z' when read through it's shattered body.
"I need some air!!" She'd howl violently before opening a window which relinquishes a surprisingly calm breeze upon our current crew's cabin. Ahllasta would then climb out of the window and on to the roof. Violent winds slam against her clothing but pass across her overtly rigid form as if it were no more than severe sunlight before she slips from view via several odd slithering motions. Dan and Darsby didn't pay said tantrum any more than a sigh each.
Earth's populated horizon could be seen approaching below. They were still many countless miles from the surface, but, with this vehicles speed, there's no way of telling how quickly those miles might be distanced. Ahllasta has made herself at home atop the car, out of sight and earshot of their conversations.
"Our Celestial Reverence is a highly distinguished combat specialist. He-" Darsby was interrupted mid-explanation to Anora by Dan himself.
"D-D-Darsby! J-just call me Dan, for the remainder of the mission."
"That's hardly your full nam-"
"P-please!"
"Understood...-" Darsby eventually gives in. His propensity for following core-rules and formalities appears to run deep.
"Yes! Why am I here?-" Dan would ask, attempting to focus back in on Anora in his typically fidgety way. "-W-well, it's simple. The worst possible scenario is a sizable p-possibility. So, I'm here." Dan shrugs as if this reply should completely answer any questions to be had here. "I-I mean it would st-stink if half the galaxy got vaporized or something." He'd then chuckle aloud, and adjust his glassed.
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