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Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? You haven't even seen me angry!!! ...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy. Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!
@AbysmalDemon Thanks for understanding, and I should be back by next Saturday.
@Stekkmen Yeah, it sounds ridiculous, but I'm going with my Boy Scout troop, it's a once in a lifetime experience, blah blah blah. I'm honestly not very athletic in the first place, so wish me luck!
Yo, I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to be gone for the next week, as I will be hiking on the Appalachian Trail. I will try to post later next week, though, so my last post for a while will probably be Jackson's collab with Lucas. Ave atque vale, if only for a while.
Yo, I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to be gone for the next week, as I will be hiking on the Appalachian Trail. I will try to join later next week, though, so expect me to start rather late compared to the rest of you.
@lovely complex I'm gonna be honest, I never thought that having Jackson act like a bit of a creep towards Lucas would suddenly open so many story possibilities! I can imagine people coming to him when they need dirt on someone, and before you know it, BAM! Stalker Jackson Inc. is an on-campus business!
@lovely complex Hmm, I have an odd feeling that stalker Jackson might become a recurring theme. Beware, all you secret keepers! Stalker Jackson will expose you!
I feel like I ought to go practice my evil laugh or something!
Location: Dorm Room -> Outside Gia's Room -> Old East, Third Floor Interacting With: Lucas @Legion02 and Gia [@lovelycomplex] Mood: Calm -> Mischievous -> Scared Shitless -> Ecstatic
Jackson had been laying in his bed for the past hour or so in his suit, not too sure whether or not he was even going to the party or not. Stuff like that honestly never impressed him much, and after everything that had happened today, he wasn't in much of a partying mood. On the one hand, it was expected to be one of the best parties of the year, something that couldn't be missed. On the other hand, he still thought that the guest list gave him some pause. "If Delphina and Mayweather students are kept separate, then that's all that they're ever gonna be," he muttered to himself. If he could, he would consider helping the Delphina students crash the party, but he didn't need a reason for the two hostesses to hate him.
Jack was brought out of his inner conundrum by Lucas entering the dorm room, staying silent. Jack knew when to stay out of Lucas' way by now, and this was one of those moments. Still, Lucas barely noticed him as he dressed into some nice clothes and left with his bag, which, Jack just realized, was from the liquor store. Hmm, well, I doubt Lucas would buy alcohol and get all dressed up to go and mope about not being invited to the party. If Jack was correct, then Lucas was definitely planning to crash the party. Suddenly making new plans, Jackson got up out of bed and followed Lucas from a distance, wanting to see what the man's plans were. Keeping a sharp eye on Lucas, and stopping time when he was about to lose him or be seen, he followed him to a dorm room, where Jack was able to hide behind a wall in an adjacent hallway and still somewhat see him. How is it that I just realized how awkward this is? I'm practically stalking the guy! he said to himself as Lucas knocked on the door to reveal-
Gianna. Oh shit. The hairs on the back of Jack's neck stood up for many obvious reasons. She was an anomaly, and he knew that if he was found, he couldn't take on both of them. Luckily, he was far enough away that he couldn't hear them, so he had to hope that they couldn't see him. For a short while, they headed back into Gianna's room, giving Jack a while to catch his breath. He honestly wasn't too sure if he wanted to keep on watching these two. Getting caught by them would lead to the beat down of his lifetime; getting caught by someone else would get him banned from all the parties along with the Delphina students. Before he could make a decision, the two left the dorm room and began heading towards him. No! he panicked as he looked for someplace to hide. He saw an open, empty dorm room and dashed into it, just as they passed, looking somewhat drunk. Hopefully, the alcohol would keep them from spotting him or caring. Either way, they made no move against him as they walked past the room that he was hiding in. He waited a full ten seconds before slowly opening the door, expecting an ambush, finding instead an empty hallway. Well, now I'm gonna lose them at this rate! he thought, suddenly deciding to keep up the chase. After careening past a corner, he saw the two heading towards the party's location and suppressed a grin. He could tell that things were about to get interesting, and quick.
Following behind them from a much larger distance, Jack watched Gianna and Lucas approach the Dewey brothers guarding the front door. He wondered what they could be talking about; he was still too far away to hear their conversation. Whatever they said, it obviously had some effect on the brothers, as they stepped away from the door and entered the party quickly. Rather than enter the party themselves, Jack watched as Danny walked towards them, only to be quickly knocked out by a lightning fast attack from Lucas. "Ouch, that definitely looked like it hurt," Jack muttered to himself as Lucas dragged Danny's unconscious body into a janitor's closet, hoping that neither of the two had some sort of super hearing. He watched as the two approached a door and kicked it open, essentially leaving the party open to all who saw the door. Screw it. If they haven't noticed me following them like a creep yet, then they wouldn't have been able to do something like that, he thought, stepping out to where Gianna and Lucas could easily see him. Hoping that they wouldn't try anything, he started speaking excitedly, "Well, I was going to ask if you needed some help getting in here, Lucas, but it seems like you've got yourselves well covered." Jack finally broke into a big smile and laughed. "Yeah, sorry for stalking you guys and crap, but I just wanted to say... that was awesome!" At this point, he didn't really care whether or not the two beat him up; at least he would be the only one who could say that he saw these two break into the party firsthand. And that's gotta count for something, right?
Full Name: Ryan Daniel Phillips Age: 32 Gender: Male Height: 6'5" Weight: 235 lbs
Previous Occupation: Author
Likes: Video Games Running Rainy Days Contemporary/Jazz Music Tap Dancing
Dislikes: Dogs Seafood People who don't celebrate birthdays Nicknames Hip Hop
Fears: Death (necrophobia) Heights (acrophobia) Snakes (ophiophobia)
Personality: Ryan has always been a relatively easygoing person and can rarely be found in a bad mood. If he is approached by someone, then he will go out of his way to put them in a good mood as well. Unless they approach him, however, he can be a tad bit introverted, preferring the company of his own thoughts. He thinks that this is for good reason because he is a very intelligent person, and most of the time, his best ideas come from his own head rather than the input of others. He would never say so to anyone, but he considers himself to be one of the smartest people that he knows. He also has a very strong sense of what he believes to be right and wrong, taking a page from Shakespeare: "Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done."
Of course, a writer like Ryan knows that no character is complete without flaws, and he's got plenty. Due to his introverted nature, he has a tendency to be secretive and judgmental. he also can be very stubborn at times; once he makes a decision, he will stick to it until it is entirely obvious that he has failed. Alongside his intellectual nature is an almost immediate dislike of those who are uneducated. Ryan has developed a bit of an ego from his intellect, and while he is kind to others, he will look down on those who aren't as intelligent as him and oppose those who disagree with him. He constantly feels as though he needs to prove that he is capable of respect to others, which he tries to accomplish through reasoning and logic, making him seem cold hearted to those who are more emotional thinkers.
History: Ryan was born on February 3rd, 1984 and raised on the West Coast of the United States in San Francisco, California. His father was the founder of a small tech company, and his mother was a state attorney, and both of his parents encouraged Ryan from a young age to follow his dreams. Admittedly, he had it easier than most kids, but you had to have a rather large bank account to afford living in a city like San Francisco. Once he started school, Ryan almost immediately stood out from his peers. He seemed to learn almost everything in half the time that it took the other students in his class, and by the time he was 8 years old, his parents and the principal to move him up a grade level. In high school, most would've thought that he would've had trouble making friends, but his easygoing nature made him acquaintances of most of his classmates and a small group of close friends.
It wasn't until his junior year of high school that he actually decided that he wanted to be an author. His language arts teacher had given his class an assignment to write a narrative; he couldn't remember what the subject was if you asked him today. A trio of seniors who had failed the class last year and were retaking it knew that he was relatively smart, and they threatened him to write their assignments for them. Knowing that these kids would follow on a threat, he worked himself to the bone to write the essays for the three seniors, as well as his own. After the papers were turned in, his teacher told him that she knew that the three seniors didn't write their own essays and that he should be punished along with them for cheating. However, she told him that the four papers that he had written were the four best papers that she had ever read, telling him that he had a talent for writing. After that day, Ryan's heart was set on becoming an author. He ended up graduating as the valedictorian of his class, and he was given a full scholarship to go to the University of Iowa.
College was a new experience for Ryan, mainly because he had never been so far from home before. Still, he didn't let this stop him and instead developed a more introverted style, buckling down into assignments and essays rather than parties or bars. He learned quickly that while research was a must for any topic of writing, it helps a lot to balance it out with exercise, strengthening both the mind and the body. His combination of daily jogging and social isolationism helped him to earn a master's degree in creative writing and move back to San Francisco. However, once he got out of college, he quickly realized that being an author was much more difficult than writing a manuscript. He had to take on multiple part time jobs while submitting his writings to editors, who were very critical of his writing. After more rejected submissions than he could count, one editor finally accepted one of his works (ironically, an island survival story titled Dead Waters) and it quickly became a relatively popular book. It certainly wasn't on the New York Bestsellers list, but it was enough to kickstart his writing career. Since then, he has released two more books in what became an island survival trilogy and is currently working on a horror mystery novel based in Australia, where Ryan was traveling (by plane!) to get a first hand perspective of the culture. Unfortunately, he didn't quite plan on learning the culture of previously stated "bitch ass sharks." Seems like he'll have to improvise a bit.
Cameron looked to the girl browsing the robes for an answer to his question when another voice joined the conversation. "Yeah, it does. Even if you're from the wizarding world, it is kind of amazing. My name is Callum Embridge, but you can just call me Cal." The young man extended his hand to Cameron, which he quickly took and shook. "I'm Cameron Ramsey Jr., but most people call me Cam." The girl also responded, telling the two that her name was Charlyn.
Cam was about to congratulate himself for meeting these two until suddenly, it was as if the entire store exploded into action. Student after student poured through the door and began conversing. Two people he could handle; this many was beginning to get uncomfortable. Don't say that! Everyone here is just as nervous as you are. Still, the thought did nothing to reassure him, so instead he slunk to the back of the group, hoping no one would notice. He was simply trying to keep track of all of the names being thrown around. In a way, he knew that there was no way that he would remember everyone's names.
Luckily, no one had seemed to notice, and Madame Malkin arriving brought with her a brilliant distraction. Catching up on an obvious buildup, she began measuring students with a flock of enchanted measuring tapes, temporarily silencing all of the students. She asked them if they needed the typical three robes and a hat, to which Charlyn agreed. He reminded the shopkeeper, even if just to say something, "Oh, and we also need gloves and a winter coat." Afterwards, he faded into silence, observing the measuring tape quickly taking his measurements.
Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? [b]You haven't even seen me angry!!![/b]
...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.
Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, [b]FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE![/b]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? <span class="bb-b">You haven't even seen me angry!!!</span><br>...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.<br>Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, <span class="bb-b">FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!</span></div>
