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I am a Japanese-American (half-Japanese on my mother's side) with a twin half-sister. Yes, you read that right. To explain it real quick, during mom's monthly, she dropped 2 eggs instead of 1 after 2 (or more) guys took her to bed. Each egg was impregnated by a different man's sperm.

Anyways, I'm a kind guy who really hates fighting. However, if I have to stop a fight, whether verbal or physical, I will. I'm here to have fun and be crazy with my OCs, new characters and even some canons. So far, my favorite RP I've been in on the site is the Multiverse reboot. As a whole, the Multiverse was 6 years old. I love the idea and have even used it (with a few minor changes here and there) for a few LARPs with my local friends RL.

Other than RP, I am also a Wiccan Witch following the path of Gaia and a hypnotist studying the varying effects of hypnosis on various age groups and am always taking willing volunteers.

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@La Fleur Isn't she in the guild with QQ's character?
@La Fleur And this isn't their first meeting, is it?
I meant to do this last week but I got distracted. Here's the list of Louisville, KY High Schools. Pay attention to what school you pick.
@La Fleur Should I have Killin follow you or randomly end up in the same tavern?
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I've been waiting on an answer from @Quaint Quasar to see if he wants to do a combined post.
@Duthguy This is still an int check. Still trying to hey a few other things before I start on the CS.
Gromgard sat in his armory, watching Giblet, the only goblin he had good with a hammer, mend his sword again. He began thinking that using the goblins' blood as a magic catalyst was making the blade more and more brittle. "What's more important, Gnarl?" He asked the elder goblin at his side. "A blade that will last me many more battles or a blade that can do more damage?"

"I'm not entirely sure, master." he replied. "Both have their advantages. Mayhaps you just need a stronger metal? I'm sure the Sable Lords wouldn't deny your request."

Just then, there could be an argument heard between a skeletal butler and a goblin. Gromgard didn't care about the skeletons, not being a huge fan of them, but respected the undead beings as one of the Sable Lords was a skeleton.

"Should I check that out, master?" Gnarl asked, moving to stand.

Gromgard nodded, his eyes trained on Giblet's technique. Though crude, the smithy goblin had a knack for making stronger weapons and armor than any of his brethren and, by most, was considered second only to the dwarves.

---Meanwhile, in the hallway---

"I have a message for Sir Gromgard." the skeleton said, looking down at the guard-dressed goblin in front of the door to the forge.

"Give me, I give Master." the goblin smiled, his hand outstretched.

"I'm sorry but it comes straight from a Sable Lord and I was asked to deliver it to him directly." the skeleton replied.

"No! Master no like boney mans. Give me." the goblin frowned, a slight growl in his voice.

The skeleton sighed with a frown. "I can't disobey a Sable Lord."

"My Master Gromgard." the goblin smiled.

"What's going on out here?" Gnarl asked, the door slamming behind him.

"Ah, Gnarl, I have a message from a Sable Lord for Sir Gromgard. This guard won't let me pass." the skeleton frowned with a slight growl towards the goblin in question.

Gnarl facepalmed before glaring at the skeleton. "Master's not the biggest fan of skeletons. How important is this message?"

"It comes straight from a Sable Lord-" the skeleton began.

Gnarl hit the skeleton on the top of the head with his walking stick. "What is the message? I can tell you if it's important enough for you to tell him or if I should tell him."

The skeleton sighed before beginning the message. "Sable Lord Rodias has requested that all Chapter Keepers and all inhabitants above level 40 report to the throne room.

Gnarl pushed the guard aside before opening the door. "Tell him."

The skeleton nodded before rushing forward. "Sir Gromgard, a message from Sable Lord Rodias. Among many others, you were summoned to the throne room."

Gromgard stood and turned, facing the skeleton. "Thank you," he said calmly. "Gnarl, keep an eye on Giblet." With Gnarl in charge, Gromgard left to the throne room, currently weaponless.
Long ago, when most races were still in their infancy, there was a war among the gods. Because there were too many gods being killed, Ao, the God of Gods, made it a divine law that any god caught killing another god would be killed themselves. Although they all followed his new command, none were happy about it. They decided to let their races war for them instead.

Many of the races that were supposed to be on the same side, however, turned against each other over petty squabbles. Thus, the gods began creating items for their chosen warriors, those that would war in the final battle. With these godly items, the chosen began their bloodbath. Only two warriors remained; Bahamut's chosen and Lloth's. To end the battle and claim victory, Bahamut's warrior sealed Lloth's priestess in a magical box that could only be opened with the Dragon's Fang Key, which was hidden as three pieces.

Not long after that, with the thought that more evil beings would search for the hidden artifacts, Dorgydenth, the gold dragon chosen to be Bahamut's warrior, began construction on a monastery in the east. With how corrupt the people of the west could become, he could only imagine most of their opposition would come from there and wanted somewhere the young monks could train in safety.

It's been 10,000 years since that battle ended. The Dragon's Fang Key was found and repaired, releasing the priestess, Haelra Baenre, who proceeded to inform the young mage that had freed her about the godly artifacts that had been scattered and hidden, waiting for their chance to shine again.

Do you understand, young monks? That's why you were chosen. Now, tell me a little about yourself.
Master Qui Long
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