Sorry guys... My boss hates me. I'm back!
Skinner35
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One-Sided Thief.
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6 yrs ago
Hello all! I have returned, after an unexcused abcense. Now, let's have a hell of a time.
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7 yrs ago
Sup turd-nuggets
7 yrs ago
I don't really care anymore. If I can't find a RP that won't fall apart in a week, I'm probably going to leave this site. So, let's hope for fun.
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7 yrs ago
All RP groups that I'm in, I will be gone until the 4th. GM's, control my characters until then.
7 yrs ago
I need a 1x1 RP with no romance, but a metric-fucking-ton of action. Anything but romance.
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What makes a man? Not his muscles or speed. But his courage, intellect, and morals.
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"I won't." He says with a soft chuckle.
He laughs softly. "Yea... They'll appreciate it. I'm sure." He says as he creates a flame in his hand, mindlessly moving it around.
"No. My Holy Flames keep me warm. You should rest." He says, keeping the Carriage at a steady pace.
"No no... Don't be sorry. It's okay." He says as he doesn't take the blanket.
"My God has restrained my age until I complete a Divine Mission." He says.
"Yes... My age is a curse..." He says quietly.
"A story? Okay..." He says as he sits and thinks for a second. "Ah, I have one. Okay... This story begins in a time long forgotten, in a land long forgotten. There, there was a prosperous Empire of numerous Nomadic groups. These Nomads lived in seclusion, only communicating with other groups to trade supplies, or banding together for a hunting season. These groups lived like this for countless generations. At the beginning of one of these generations, a child was born. This child, belonging to one of the stronger tribes, was physically normal, but very smart. This child was able to set traps and mark maps before his teenage years. He quickly became respected for his vast intelligence. One day, while he was out setting traps, he was approached by a strange ball of light. After a moment of studying the strange light, it began to speak to him. The voice that came from the ball sounded like that of a proud father, saying, "You... Your mind has lead you and your people to great harvests and hunts. But, your gift is not meant to travel grasslands forever. You have a calling... A purpose." This shook the kid. He has never had anyone tell him that he is meant to be away from his tribe, and it scared him. Then, the voice taught him how to build crafts that were made to help transport people... His people. This Light, he would come to learn, was the pure voice of Ohgma, the God of Knowledge. This God granted him this gift, knowing that one day he would lead his people to Civilized land, calling it his "Divine Mission." This Nomad would soon come to earn the name "Recorder Sepillion" spearheading the Innovative Era of History. This was when they first began making historical records. Which then evolved into the creation of Holy and Historical books. Just one of the many instances where Gods intervene in Mankind to bring about some glorious change." He then shifts uncomfortably. "My age is a blessing and a curse... I'd rather not talk about it..."
"I'm no guide. But I have knowledge of Religion and Religious Practices."
He laughs. "All things have the chance to be and do good. Whether they take that choice is their own fate." He says. "While I don't agree with the Life Stealing technique... To each their own. As long as we save lives, I am content."
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