Ronnette

Where is my Mind? --Crossover • Spots Open

Meanwhile, another green creature about a meter away was splayed out on it's stomach half buried in the cruel, burning sand. This one was quite small and frail looking, an odd, tiny, silver backpack seeming to emerge from his shoulders and two twitching bug-like antennae sticking out of it's slightly bruised and bald head. Suddenly, it exploded into a fit of coughs and hisses, it's chest heaving as it propped itself up on it's- Or his, according to the hint of a voice coming through the wheezing- elbows. He, it, whatever it is looked very, very pissed off.

It wasn't directed at anyone or anything, just pure, horrible anger.. Except, then he noticed the water.. Well, to take it lightly, that seemed to spark a huge trigger within the mind of the unknown species he belonged to and he let out a terrified, shaky screech. He rolled onto his back, sent into a fit of panic, kicking violently at the innocent ocean air. What was even up with this dude?

Where is my Mind? --Crossover • Spots Open

SORRY!! I forgot the forum existed for a few days. o.o'

Where is my Mind? --Crossover • Spots Open

Image:

Name: ZIM⚓
Age: Unknown. Looks young-ish.
Species: Irken.
Gender: Male. (Most likely)
Origin: Invader Zim.
Appearance: He stands at about three feet tall, not counting his antennae. hhhh look at the image and stuff
Personality: He is very loud, both in voice and personality, primarily sass. He can get very angry when things don't go his way, normally resulting in something or someone getting destroyed/hurt. He can easily come off as 'evil' to most people.
Abilities (powers and skills): The device on his back known as a P.A.K (pronounced pack) allows him to heal faster than others, along with translate almost all languages. If this is taken off or badly damaged he gets incredibly weak and in some cases only has ten minutes left to live. His sharp claws- Though hidden by his gloves- can easily tear through flesh, but luckily, due to his small size and weight he can easily just be thrown aside or trapped in a box. Probably best to keep him in one.
Inventory (clothes, bags, weapons, cigs, etc.): Within his PAK he contains seemingly metal spider legs, able to support his weight and that of most adult humans.. Also, guns and various other tools and devices, though he seems to have forgotten how to use them.

Where is my Mind? --Crossover • Spots Open

<Snipped quote by Ronnette>

Hey hey, looks good. The only thing before I accept it is to find the hipster anchor in los mandatos and add it to the CS. I'm one of those tools.

@Rick Sanchez

found it.

Where is my Mind? --Crossover • Spots Open

Image:

Name: ZIM⚓
Age: Unknown. Looks young-ish.
Species: Irken.
Gender: Male.
Origin: Invader Zim.
Appearance: He stands at about three feet tall, not counting his antennae. hhhh look at the image and stuff
Personality: He is very loud, both in voice and personality, primarily sass. He can get very angry when things don't go his way, normally resulting in something or someone getting destroyed/hurt.
Abilities (powers and skills): The device on his back known as a P.A.K (pronounced pack) allows him to heal faster than others, along with translate almost all languages. If this is taken off or badly damaged he gets incredibly weak and in some cases only has ten minutes left to live. His sharp claws- Though hidden by his gloves- can easily tear through flesh, but luckily, due to his small size and weight he can easily just be thrown aside or trapped in a box. Probably best to keep him in one.
Inventory (clothes, bags, weapons, cigs, etc.): Within his PAK he contains seemingly metal spider legs, able to support his weight and that of most adult humans.

Where is my Mind? --Crossover

Hi, mind if I call dibs on Zim? heh.. Dibs.

What's Up?!

Yo~ I'm a sadist, too!
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Hello, world.

@Pripovednik
Yaaayy, response! Thanks a lot~

Hello, world.

Hello! I'm new here, of course, so I'd just like to pop on and say hello.

I've been roleplaying for quite a long time, my whole life really.. Though, most of it was making stories for my stuffed animals. Later, I moved on to FeralHeart, (Basically a 3d chatroom, mainly animal rpers) stayed there for a few years and I still occasionally pop on. I have a few close friends on deviantart, but I crave to write and.. Well.. What better place to do it than a roleplay forum?

I hope to meet many new friends and create new stories, develop my characters and universes, expand my writing ability.. Anyway, it's going to be a lot of fun here, I hope!

Here's a sample post- I'm sorry I'm not the best..:

Ronnie sighed, letting his eyes slide close and his body curl up loosely into a ball. Life just.. It hadn't been going his way in the past few months. Well, it never did, but now it's just been getting worse. With Garvan out there, he knew he should be terrified, probably even boarding up the windows at this very second, but that was his brothers' job. Everything was his brothers' job, it seemed.. His thoughts went on like this for a long time, before suddenly skidding to a halt, just not even caring anymore.