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i'll start working on a cs, though it might go slow because without examples i tend to go overboard.
this seems cool (supernatural rps always get me), but also like a rp where you wold need a lot of people to get it going
how many people are you looking for, and did you post an interest check? i didn't see this before because that's where I usually check.
how many people are you looking for, and did you post an interest check? i didn't see this before because that's where I usually check.
good morning :v
I love how in depth your cs is, data. I've been meaning to expand on minan more but I need to find the time to do more than just draw him :o
I love how in depth your cs is, data. I've been meaning to expand on minan more but I need to find the time to do more than just draw him :o
yeah man o: i love space rp's
Appearence (anime)
Name: Minan Taukir
Age: 1,804 (around 11 Earth years, though psychologically would be around his low 20s)
Spice: T'Vao - An amphibious species, though much more suited to Neptune's slush-like surface rather than dry land. Being used to -218 degrees Celsius, they perform worst in hot, dry climates but fight exceptionally well in water.
Planet you were born: Neptune
Bio?: Born to a wealthy and influential family with ties to royalty, Minan's family has always had connections to pirates, and run something of a black market. He earned respect from his way of handling situations, especially on the rare occasion when things turned violent. Had a brief relationship with a pirate, who told Minan about planet Eden. From there he pulled strings to find a group that was going, and joined them.
Weapons: Minan owns a spear and a glaive, the former he uses more in water and the latter on land.
i'll find planet eden
Name: Minan Taukir
Age: 1,804 (around 11 Earth years, though psychologically would be around his low 20s)
Spice: T'Vao - An amphibious species, though much more suited to Neptune's slush-like surface rather than dry land. Being used to -218 degrees Celsius, they perform worst in hot, dry climates but fight exceptionally well in water.
Planet you were born: Neptune
Bio?: Born to a wealthy and influential family with ties to royalty, Minan's family has always had connections to pirates, and run something of a black market. He earned respect from his way of handling situations, especially on the rare occasion when things turned violent. Had a brief relationship with a pirate, who told Minan about planet Eden. From there he pulled strings to find a group that was going, and joined them.
Weapons: Minan owns a spear and a glaive, the former he uses more in water and the latter on land.
i'll find planet eden
"They were caught at a bar?" Ezekiel turned his attention to Chu, interested. So he would have to put someone near there now, too? How annoying. For gods, there was a lot more drama than he expected to hear. Then again, he didn't expect a lot of things from them. Draken's casualness was something he was still getting used to.
Walking off to prepare food for Draken, Ezekiel barely caught himself from tripping over Chu. It took him a moment to even understand what the dragon was saying. By the time he processed everything they said they were already on his head.
Well, this was a unique situation to be in.
As frantic as Chu was acting, Ezekiel knew it would be hard to get anything done. Draken mentioned something about a rescue party. Did he really want to interfere with that? Most likely, it was better to not intervene in his gods' work. But hunters did have a habit of carrying out their work efficiently, and the captured dragons didn't have much time. Draken had appeared to make up his mind about the situation, however, and he was almost positive there would only be minimal help from the dragon. He probably already considered listing off how many were captured help enough.
Ezekiel glanced over to his patron god, hesitant to make any decision. Either way, the dragon on top of his head was going to try and do something, no help or not, so he had to do something at least.
The priest called over some sisters to prepare for Draken, not wanting to keep him waiting. "I apologize, but I cannot ask such favors of my lord." He sighed. "However, I see you're set on this..." While he did want to let the supposed rescue team come, he couldn't forget that this would give him valuable information about the guild as well. It wasn't exactly as if he could say no to any of the gods. "I'm unsure of the layout of any lower levels of the guild, but at the very least I could get you inside. I'm not confident it's the best idea, and could leave you compromised..." Ezekiel didn't want to doubt a god, but Chu did seem much easier to capture than others. He was silent as the sisters came back with food, presenting it to Draken.
Walking off to prepare food for Draken, Ezekiel barely caught himself from tripping over Chu. It took him a moment to even understand what the dragon was saying. By the time he processed everything they said they were already on his head.
Well, this was a unique situation to be in.
As frantic as Chu was acting, Ezekiel knew it would be hard to get anything done. Draken mentioned something about a rescue party. Did he really want to interfere with that? Most likely, it was better to not intervene in his gods' work. But hunters did have a habit of carrying out their work efficiently, and the captured dragons didn't have much time. Draken had appeared to make up his mind about the situation, however, and he was almost positive there would only be minimal help from the dragon. He probably already considered listing off how many were captured help enough.
Ezekiel glanced over to his patron god, hesitant to make any decision. Either way, the dragon on top of his head was going to try and do something, no help or not, so he had to do something at least.
The priest called over some sisters to prepare for Draken, not wanting to keep him waiting. "I apologize, but I cannot ask such favors of my lord." He sighed. "However, I see you're set on this..." While he did want to let the supposed rescue team come, he couldn't forget that this would give him valuable information about the guild as well. It wasn't exactly as if he could say no to any of the gods. "I'm unsure of the layout of any lower levels of the guild, but at the very least I could get you inside. I'm not confident it's the best idea, and could leave you compromised..." Ezekiel didn't want to doubt a god, but Chu did seem much easier to capture than others. He was silent as the sisters came back with food, presenting it to Draken.
Ezekiel: *distressed humming noises hoping for an answer from the heavens*
If I don't have a post up tonight, I will tomorrow :o
If I don't have a post up tonight, I will tomorrow :o
Of course Jace came back as soon as Florence was starting to feel okay about not being next to somebody. Hell, he was even starting to enjoy the space and be given a chance to be as alone as they would let him. Okay, sure, maybe he wasn't making as much progress as they hoped he would.
But then again, the fact that he was breathing was an accomplishment in itself.
Florence shied away from him as the man stood in front of him. He hated people doing that to him. In past situations he always reacted badly to it, and it never turned out well. Jace was soon reminding him of the stereotypical overbearing mother.
Watching the paper clip fall, he sighed. While he felt his headache getting worse, Florence wanted to do everything in his power to avoid using his telekinesis. He wanted to avoid even thinking about it. It was terrifying. It was terrifying, and in turn he was terrified of himself. He didn't intend to move it, either, until he accepted the fact that Jace wasn't going anywhere until he did something.
He put his head on the table once more, just sitting like that for a good few minutes. Finally he picked his head back up, slouching into the chair even more before focusing on the object. Even if he was only moving it a few inches at a time, it was still apparent that he was having trouble even keeping this under control, and not send it flying across the room. The smallest noise distracted him, sometimes causing a few inches to become a few feet.
But then again, the fact that he was breathing was an accomplishment in itself.
Florence shied away from him as the man stood in front of him. He hated people doing that to him. In past situations he always reacted badly to it, and it never turned out well. Jace was soon reminding him of the stereotypical overbearing mother.
Watching the paper clip fall, he sighed. While he felt his headache getting worse, Florence wanted to do everything in his power to avoid using his telekinesis. He wanted to avoid even thinking about it. It was terrifying. It was terrifying, and in turn he was terrified of himself. He didn't intend to move it, either, until he accepted the fact that Jace wasn't going anywhere until he did something.
He put his head on the table once more, just sitting like that for a good few minutes. Finally he picked his head back up, slouching into the chair even more before focusing on the object. Even if he was only moving it a few inches at a time, it was still apparent that he was having trouble even keeping this under control, and not send it flying across the room. The smallest noise distracted him, sometimes causing a few inches to become a few feet.
If looks could kill Jace would be dead when he stood up, Florence flinching due to the noise. He gave an irritated look. Communicate with them? What was he supposed to do, learn sign language? Speak in Morse code? He sighed, but nonetheless picked his head up from the table.
Looking at the other two subjects in the room, he suddenly found himself staring at the sentient mass of flesh on a person's back. What the hell was that thing? Of all the things they could have done to him, he found himself glad it wasn't that. If he had even a shred of luck they wouldn't turn their attention onto him.
His six-foot four-inch frame fought with him as he forced himself up. He felt his energy would be much better spent trying to ignore everyone else in the room as he went back to sleep, but he knew by now that it was best to do what he was being asked of. Florence lumbered over to the serving area, only taking a single clementine. If he was hungry, he was too nauseous to care. He absently tossed the clementine back and forth and took his chair back.
It was obvious he was procrastinating on talking to the white haired kid. How was he even supposed to start? It's not like he could speak past simple words, and even those intensified his migraine to think about. He only started thinking about it once he finished peeling his fruit, and even then just sat there for a good five minutes staring at it.
Eventually it seemed as if he gave up the hope to get out of any communication. He slouched back in his chair, staring at the other until they caught their attention, and once they did they gestured for them to come over. If they didn't come over, he knew he wouldn't get up himself to go greet them. It was hard enough to get up and walk by himself once in the harsh light, he wasn't about to put himself through that again so soon.
Looking at the other two subjects in the room, he suddenly found himself staring at the sentient mass of flesh on a person's back. What the hell was that thing? Of all the things they could have done to him, he found himself glad it wasn't that. If he had even a shred of luck they wouldn't turn their attention onto him.
His six-foot four-inch frame fought with him as he forced himself up. He felt his energy would be much better spent trying to ignore everyone else in the room as he went back to sleep, but he knew by now that it was best to do what he was being asked of. Florence lumbered over to the serving area, only taking a single clementine. If he was hungry, he was too nauseous to care. He absently tossed the clementine back and forth and took his chair back.
It was obvious he was procrastinating on talking to the white haired kid. How was he even supposed to start? It's not like he could speak past simple words, and even those intensified his migraine to think about. He only started thinking about it once he finished peeling his fruit, and even then just sat there for a good five minutes staring at it.
Eventually it seemed as if he gave up the hope to get out of any communication. He slouched back in his chair, staring at the other until they caught their attention, and once they did they gestured for them to come over. If they didn't come over, he knew he wouldn't get up himself to go greet them. It was hard enough to get up and walk by himself once in the harsh light, he wasn't about to put himself through that again so soon.
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