Banned for placing limitations on avian creatures.
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Well let’s see... an OP to finish, three 1x1’s to respond to, and two work related reports to fill out this afternoon. I’ll need some tea.
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Someone took my Microsoft office and they will pay. You have my word.
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Lavate las manos!
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Nothing like a good night’s sleep and well brewed coffee to help you forget an unpleasant evening.
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Bio
A little about me…
• Female (She/Her) (Cisgender)
• Pansexual
• Twenty-eight years old.
• An America-born Eurasian. (Of Han Chinese and Dutch descent.)
• US Central Time Zone
• Casual & Advanced are my vibes.
• My writing interests are manifold in genre.
• I tend to prefer 1x1’s but I can never shy away from a great group RP.
• Ask for the Discord.
Current Roleplays…
• Her Wrestling Dream A wrestling career 1x1 roleplay with @Shoopuf.
• STAR WARS : Throne of Cathar A Star Wars 1x1 roleplay with @LanaStorm.
• SAGAS OF ELDAURTH : House Of Cards A fantasy roleplay with @Auz. (Currently on hiatus.)
• FORGOTTEN REALMS : Gambit of Scoundrels A Forgotten Realms roleplay with @Herald.
• S A M A Y O K E N A historical fiction roleplay with @Bugman. (Currently on hiatus.)
Extra things…
• My 1x1 Index.
• My catalogue of characters. (The new one.)
• My old/original catalogue of characters.
• SANDSTRIDERS world and lore.
• A Thousand Legends world and lore.
Group Roleplays that I have GM’d;
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“But concerning his subjects, when affairs outside are disturbed he has only to fear that they will conspire secretly, from which a prince can easily secure himself by avoiding being hated and despised, and by keeping the people satisfied with him, which it is most necessary for him to accomplish, as I said above at length. And one of the most efficacious remedies that a prince can have against conspiracies is not to be hated and despised by the people, for he who conspires against a prince always expects to please them by his removal; but when the conspirator can only look forward to offending them, he will not have the courage to take such a course, for the difficulties that confront a conspirator are infinite.”
- The Prince by Nicole Machiavelli
- The Prince by Nicole Machiavelli
Alternate history scenarios - particularly during the Medieval and Colonial eras (also Age of Enlightenment). Most history nuts go down that pathway, the “what-ifs” and an interest in events that had they turned out differently “how much different would the world today be/how drastically would historical events after be altered?”
Banned for being an Anarcho-Friendly.
“Central Command, we have got eyes on the target.”
The words of the pilot caused a sudden tense rivet, in those inside the Osprey and back in Central Command alike. There it was up ahead; the cargo ship they were looking for, no doubt to be had. The storm showed no sign of passing over anytime soon but the rain was easing up just enough at the moment for the pilots to catch sight of the vessel, aided by the constant flicker of lightning. The ship was unmoving and looked totally lifeless, just sitting in the ocean like a great sea beast surfaced and adrift. It sat at a slight angle, most likely it was caught in a large reef or a rock cluster beneath the surface.
“Pilot,” Commamder Damirón’s tone was demanding but level, “do you see anything of immediate note?”
“The ship is dead in the water,” the pilot replied, “I can see a few lights but only here and there across the deck. It looks like all the cargo containers are still aboard.”
“Can you see any immediate signs of an attack?”
“No, sir, if there were any fires the rain put them out and it is too dark to spot any general disorder from a long distance.”
“Understood. Nemesis Team,” the Commander’s voice raised, “prepare to rappel down onto the ship and begin investigation. Be advised you can spare no more than just over an hour down there. A response to the distress call has been organized but as luck would have it this storm is keeping the Navy and Air Force at bay for now but that window does not look to last. Between that and the need for refueling be swift.”
“Two minutes estimate.” the copilot of the Osprey said.
The Osprey drew in closer to the daunting ship, the pilots leveling it out a comfortable one hundred feet with a gentle descent as they slowly drew in close to the ships’ afterdeck. The bridge was the tallest point on the ship and as the Osprey got closer both men in the cockpit could see a ladder leading down from the roof onto the topmost walkway.
“Opening rear hatch,” the lead pilot looked habitually over his shoulder in spite of the radio, “prepare to rappel down.”
There was a mechanical whirring followed by the slow lowering of the rear door. Despite the audible humming buzz of the V-22’s engines the storm made itself known over the sound of the craft. The wind whistled like the low keening of a phantom as the rain poured and thunder grumbled in the clouds above, announced by the sharp flashes in the skies as if Zeus himself were casting spears of lightning across the heavens. Rain spewed in through the rear opening, speckling the V-22’s metal floor and walls. Hanging over the doorway were three rungs prepped with cables for rappelling down allowing Nemesis Team to go down in two groups of three. They would come straight down on top of the bridge’s rooftop though they would have to be mindful of slipping, of course only the rawest rookies would release hold of the ropes before securing their footing.
“Safeties off, cameras on.” the Commander ordered as the pilot gave the go-ahead to rappel down. This was it, Minerva Force’s first mission off to a stormy and eerie beginning.
The words of the pilot caused a sudden tense rivet, in those inside the Osprey and back in Central Command alike. There it was up ahead; the cargo ship they were looking for, no doubt to be had. The storm showed no sign of passing over anytime soon but the rain was easing up just enough at the moment for the pilots to catch sight of the vessel, aided by the constant flicker of lightning. The ship was unmoving and looked totally lifeless, just sitting in the ocean like a great sea beast surfaced and adrift. It sat at a slight angle, most likely it was caught in a large reef or a rock cluster beneath the surface.
“Pilot,” Commamder Damirón’s tone was demanding but level, “do you see anything of immediate note?”
“The ship is dead in the water,” the pilot replied, “I can see a few lights but only here and there across the deck. It looks like all the cargo containers are still aboard.”
“Can you see any immediate signs of an attack?”
“No, sir, if there were any fires the rain put them out and it is too dark to spot any general disorder from a long distance.”
“Understood. Nemesis Team,” the Commander’s voice raised, “prepare to rappel down onto the ship and begin investigation. Be advised you can spare no more than just over an hour down there. A response to the distress call has been organized but as luck would have it this storm is keeping the Navy and Air Force at bay for now but that window does not look to last. Between that and the need for refueling be swift.”
“Two minutes estimate.” the copilot of the Osprey said.
The Osprey drew in closer to the daunting ship, the pilots leveling it out a comfortable one hundred feet with a gentle descent as they slowly drew in close to the ships’ afterdeck. The bridge was the tallest point on the ship and as the Osprey got closer both men in the cockpit could see a ladder leading down from the roof onto the topmost walkway.
“Opening rear hatch,” the lead pilot looked habitually over his shoulder in spite of the radio, “prepare to rappel down.”
There was a mechanical whirring followed by the slow lowering of the rear door. Despite the audible humming buzz of the V-22’s engines the storm made itself known over the sound of the craft. The wind whistled like the low keening of a phantom as the rain poured and thunder grumbled in the clouds above, announced by the sharp flashes in the skies as if Zeus himself were casting spears of lightning across the heavens. Rain spewed in through the rear opening, speckling the V-22’s metal floor and walls. Hanging over the doorway were three rungs prepped with cables for rappelling down allowing Nemesis Team to go down in two groups of three. They would come straight down on top of the bridge’s rooftop though they would have to be mindful of slipping, of course only the rawest rookies would release hold of the ropes before securing their footing.
“Safeties off, cameras on.” the Commander ordered as the pilot gave the go-ahead to rappel down. This was it, Minerva Force’s first mission off to a stormy and eerie beginning.
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