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Hey guys, I'm gonna have to ask you to find a new librarian. School decided to kick in and I realized I wasn't really adding much to the role play anyway, so I'm gonna drop out. Feel free to kill Mark or leave him as an NPC or whatever. Thanks for the entertainment. It was fun while it lasted.
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An older member, circa 2 years ago. Got bored, got banned. Came back now, 1 year later, with a fresh new profile and same old avatar. Pray that this account lasts.
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After watching those two figures fight, who he later recognized as Tokala and Alexandra, he crept silently crept back into his room to read what he could on mutations and espionage. He ended up falling alseep in his chair, surrounded by books.
Mark awoke with a start when he heard a loud shout from the other room. Groaning as he got up, he patted down his clothes and made his way towards the voice. Yawning, Mark took a look inside the main room. Inside, all by her lonesome was the Ice Queen herself, Alexandra. Crossing his arms, Mark looked at her questioningly. Had she seen him last night? Did she come here to demand that he keep his mouth shut over whatever the hell was going on between her and Tokala?
"Alexandra, what a...pleasant surprise. Can I help you with anything?", Mark said, an obviously fake smile on his face.
@Ashevelendar
Mark awoke with a start when he heard a loud shout from the other room. Groaning as he got up, he patted down his clothes and made his way towards the voice. Yawning, Mark took a look inside the main room. Inside, all by her lonesome was the Ice Queen herself, Alexandra. Crossing his arms, Mark looked at her questioningly. Had she seen him last night? Did she come here to demand that he keep his mouth shut over whatever the hell was going on between her and Tokala?
"Alexandra, what a...pleasant surprise. Can I help you with anything?", Mark said, an obviously fake smile on his face.
@Ashevelendar
Man, so I haven't actually spoke to you guys in the OOC chat since I submitted my character. How are you guys doing? I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much, but with school and trying to find out an idea on what to type, I've been busy. I figured it would've just been easier to just post one massive wall trying to play catch-up than with anything.
Mark looked around for Kyle, trying to spot their oh-so-glorious leader. He held the book tightly in his hand, clinging to it as if it held all the knowledge of life in his hand. To him, it practically did.
"Alright, seriously? Where the hell did go? He was right there! Why can't he just stay in one place! It was bad enough he disappeared after the speech this morning, right when I needed him. No doubt he's gallivanting about, trying to be a hero!"
Mark rubbed his eyes under his glasses. This day was starting to seriously suck. He finds the one bit of information he needs to help his tribe, and the only man who can tell everyone about it is gone. Mark shook his head, trying to clear away the neagative thoughts that plagued him. Now was not the time for self-pity. He needed to find Kyle.
Mark heard something. As he turned to look towards the sound, he spotted Kyle yelling into the air. As he listened, Mark caught something about "end" and "work". Raising an eyebrow, Mark looked at Kyle with a perplexed look on his face. As he observed, several of the farmers shouted in joy. Mark was confused
"Okay, so Kyle has clearly lost it, along with the farmers. I think I'm going to head the other direction now and talk about this tomorrow. I don't know why I'm saying this aloud and I should probably stop talking to myself."
As Mark wandered off, he wondered what he should do for the rest of the night. There weren't any new books to file away,and he already disposed of the destroyed ones. All there was left to do was repair and re-shelf the books that were damaged in the attack. Grimacing, Mark decided to file that away for tomorrow, after talking to Kyle. Shelfing books kind of sucked, and with the added chore of rebinding, the task would likely take all night. He was sure he could he could rope one of the other tribals to help with it, but considering how bad Kyle was at it, (who was actually one of the better binders in the tribe) Mark really didn't want it to come to that.
Deciding to grab a quick bite to eat, Mark grabbed an apple, one of the few remaining good crops, and decided he might as well how the tribe was holding up. Mark didn't really leave much, as his job and studies kind of put a hamper on extracurricular activity.
He wandered around, admiring the simple homes and the families who lived therein. Most of them were getting dinner or had already eaten, simply being with their loved ones. A couple of children ran past Mark, who smirked at them. It was strange. In this cramped, desecrated, building, life found a place to survive and thrive. It was nice, in a quaint way.
Mark eventually came to the gate where it blocked off the tribe from the rest of the outside world. As he looked at it, a small jolt of excitement rushed through him. He always saw this gate open and close when he was smaller, waiting for his parents to return. To him, it always meant family. Smiling wistfully, Mark felt something go through him. He struggled to place the feeling, before he could finally pin it down: Anticipation.
It seemed that even now, after all these years, Mark still felt as if there was something beyond the gate, something he was waiting for.
Shaking these thoughts away, Mark was set to turn around and go home, when he thought he heard voices. Voices outside the gate. Curiosity overtaking him, Mark inched the gate open and looked around. There, in the blackness, barely but shapes in the blanket of night, Mark spotted two figures. It seemed they were discussing something.
Crossing the threshold, Mark slowly crept up behind a nearby piece of debris and observed.
"Alright, seriously? Where the hell did go? He was right there! Why can't he just stay in one place! It was bad enough he disappeared after the speech this morning, right when I needed him. No doubt he's gallivanting about, trying to be a hero!"
Mark rubbed his eyes under his glasses. This day was starting to seriously suck. He finds the one bit of information he needs to help his tribe, and the only man who can tell everyone about it is gone. Mark shook his head, trying to clear away the neagative thoughts that plagued him. Now was not the time for self-pity. He needed to find Kyle.
Mark heard something. As he turned to look towards the sound, he spotted Kyle yelling into the air. As he listened, Mark caught something about "end" and "work". Raising an eyebrow, Mark looked at Kyle with a perplexed look on his face. As he observed, several of the farmers shouted in joy. Mark was confused
"Okay, so Kyle has clearly lost it, along with the farmers. I think I'm going to head the other direction now and talk about this tomorrow. I don't know why I'm saying this aloud and I should probably stop talking to myself."
As Mark wandered off, he wondered what he should do for the rest of the night. There weren't any new books to file away,and he already disposed of the destroyed ones. All there was left to do was repair and re-shelf the books that were damaged in the attack. Grimacing, Mark decided to file that away for tomorrow, after talking to Kyle. Shelfing books kind of sucked, and with the added chore of rebinding, the task would likely take all night. He was sure he could he could rope one of the other tribals to help with it, but considering how bad Kyle was at it, (who was actually one of the better binders in the tribe) Mark really didn't want it to come to that.
Deciding to grab a quick bite to eat, Mark grabbed an apple, one of the few remaining good crops, and decided he might as well how the tribe was holding up. Mark didn't really leave much, as his job and studies kind of put a hamper on extracurricular activity.
He wandered around, admiring the simple homes and the families who lived therein. Most of them were getting dinner or had already eaten, simply being with their loved ones. A couple of children ran past Mark, who smirked at them. It was strange. In this cramped, desecrated, building, life found a place to survive and thrive. It was nice, in a quaint way.
Mark eventually came to the gate where it blocked off the tribe from the rest of the outside world. As he looked at it, a small jolt of excitement rushed through him. He always saw this gate open and close when he was smaller, waiting for his parents to return. To him, it always meant family. Smiling wistfully, Mark felt something go through him. He struggled to place the feeling, before he could finally pin it down: Anticipation.
It seemed that even now, after all these years, Mark still felt as if there was something beyond the gate, something he was waiting for.
Shaking these thoughts away, Mark was set to turn around and go home, when he thought he heard voices. Voices outside the gate. Curiosity overtaking him, Mark inched the gate open and looked around. There, in the blackness, barely but shapes in the blanket of night, Mark spotted two figures. It seemed they were discussing something.
Crossing the threshold, Mark slowly crept up behind a nearby piece of debris and observed.
Mark was busy searching through his pile of books, desperate to find the one he, and the tribe, so needed. Tossing the burned ones over his head, he began digging through the books lying all over the ground. The entire agriculture section, as well as a few sections nearby, had been thrown into complete disarray, all thanks to a certain someone not being careful with their fighting. Sighing, Mark sat down as he surveyed the damage before him.
Most of the books could be salvaged, they just needed a new cover or two, and they could easily be reorganized with some "willing" help. The ones that were damaged, were so heavily; black crusty remains of an already obscenely old collection. It would take some time to repair the and recover the materials lost. For all Mark knew, the ones that burned could have been the last copy around. The thought of losing such a vital piece of knowledge frustrated Mark and he punched a nearby bookcase, sending out his TK across it. Thanks to that, the remaining books on the shelf toppled over and landed with various thuds. One book landed near his feet as he was starting to pick up the ones he lobbed. Grabbing it, he proceeded to dump it with the rest of the useless materials, before noticing something on the cover.
Wiping away the ash and soot that came from it's fallen brothers, Mark read that title.
"Grass and Forage Science Volume 67: Mountainous regions?"
As Mark read out the title, his eyes grew wide. This was the book he was looking for! It was right here, in his hand! A little damaged, sure, but it was there!
Mark threw his arms out and uttered a boisterous "Yes!" before heading out of his room. He'd be able to save the tribe!
As he was running to inform Kyle, Mark noticed something happening by the now ruined crops. A boy was lifting one of the rock to clear out of the field and accidentally triggered a landslide. As Mark watched, he saw that the slide was heading towards a small child. Eyes widening, Mark made a dash for the girl, trying to get her before she was swallowed by the slide.
Suddenly, right as he was about to catch up, a forcefield appeared before the baby, protecting it. Stopping and taking a look around, Mark saw Ranna concentrating on the baby, obviously using her powers to protect it. The baby was grabbed by her teary mother who began to thank Ranna.
Mark's eyes narrowed at Ranna as she was being praised by the mother's family. He didn't trust her, at least not yet. It seemed a bit convenient for her to show up right as the crops failed to offer advice, then suddenly have the solution to the problem. Sure, Kyle trusted her, but he had a tendency to react with his gut, not his head.
She'll definitely need to be watched later., Mark thought.
Most of the books could be salvaged, they just needed a new cover or two, and they could easily be reorganized with some "willing" help. The ones that were damaged, were so heavily; black crusty remains of an already obscenely old collection. It would take some time to repair the and recover the materials lost. For all Mark knew, the ones that burned could have been the last copy around. The thought of losing such a vital piece of knowledge frustrated Mark and he punched a nearby bookcase, sending out his TK across it. Thanks to that, the remaining books on the shelf toppled over and landed with various thuds. One book landed near his feet as he was starting to pick up the ones he lobbed. Grabbing it, he proceeded to dump it with the rest of the useless materials, before noticing something on the cover.
Wiping away the ash and soot that came from it's fallen brothers, Mark read that title.
"Grass and Forage Science Volume 67: Mountainous regions?"
As Mark read out the title, his eyes grew wide. This was the book he was looking for! It was right here, in his hand! A little damaged, sure, but it was there!
Mark threw his arms out and uttered a boisterous "Yes!" before heading out of his room. He'd be able to save the tribe!
As he was running to inform Kyle, Mark noticed something happening by the now ruined crops. A boy was lifting one of the rock to clear out of the field and accidentally triggered a landslide. As Mark watched, he saw that the slide was heading towards a small child. Eyes widening, Mark made a dash for the girl, trying to get her before she was swallowed by the slide.
Suddenly, right as he was about to catch up, a forcefield appeared before the baby, protecting it. Stopping and taking a look around, Mark saw Ranna concentrating on the baby, obviously using her powers to protect it. The baby was grabbed by her teary mother who began to thank Ranna.
Mark's eyes narrowed at Ranna as she was being praised by the mother's family. He didn't trust her, at least not yet. It seemed a bit convenient for her to show up right as the crops failed to offer advice, then suddenly have the solution to the problem. Sure, Kyle trusted her, but he had a tendency to react with his gut, not his head.
She'll definitely need to be watched later., Mark thought.
"Alright so first item on the agenda........the fire. So a giaganto fireball hit one of the buildings last night, I will explain why, but first and foremost. Mark!"
Kyle clasped his hands together like he was praying.
"I know you might be a tad upset that your books were burned, and i swear we will replace them. Now because im leader you can no longer force me as punishment to make copies of books, do writing lessons, etc, etc, but......Im sorry!"
Kyle bowed his head slightly and the tribe people laughed slightly.
Mark looked at Kyle with narrowed eyes, his fists clenched. This guy...
"I don't care if it was a fireball or a fluke of God, that no excuse! Leader or not, I'll make you fix those books one way or the other!"
Mark pointed at Kyle, annoyance clear on his features. Mark knew Kyle didn't mean to damage the books, but that didn't excuse his poor treatment of them. Kyle always had this habit of shooting first, ask questions later, a trait which Mark found completely absurd.
He may be the Tribal Leader, but he still has long way to go to truly lead., Mark thought. Crossing his arms after Kyle promptly ignored him, Mark listened intently to the rest of his speech.
It seemed they had a new member amongst the tribe, a "Ranna Dasonne". She seemed nice enough, but as Mark learned many times over, looks do tend to be deceiving. As he listened to Kyle and Ranna explain why she came here, Mark started to get a strange feeling of dread over what they were saying. Mark would get these feelings occasionally, though whether they were related to his TK or it was just his subconscious making him suspicious was up for debate.
As it turned out, this humble looking girl was apparently, at one time, a Princess of the Desonne Tribe. Mark found that most strange, as in all his days of reading, usually Princesses were part of kingdoms and promptly confined to castles. The fact that before him stood a real Princess, struck a chord of interest in him. He was already formulating questions to ask mentally.
It seemed that Mark's discomfort finally came to light when Kyle announced that they had found an actual, honest-to-god unradiated boar. The downside however was that it seemed that radiation had spread and killed the crops the tribe spent so long to grow. A lance of fear shot in Mark's heart and he struggled not to panic. What are we going to eat? What are we going to do? What will happen to the tribe? Mark was trying to calm himself when Kyle spoke up:
"Scavenge parties will have to be doubled, and storing and rationing just became more important than ever."
Mark scowled. Was he insane? We barely find enough salvage as it is, doubling the work would just double the work, which would double the hunger, which would double the food consumption, which would kill us faster! Gah!
"There's no way in hell that's going to work! We'd have to push even farther than we already do! I doubt we have the resources for such trips!"
Mark was getting angrier and angrier. This day already sucked, what with barely any new books coming in and the ones he already possessed nearly going up in flame, all because of one insane asshole who thought it would be funny to chuck that shit at his home. Now this threat of starving has just appeared. Mark was starting to get a headache, when he saw Ranna stand next to Kyle and speak out:
"There is a way we can grow the crops we need and a way to get food in the mean time." She looked at Kyle and nodded to him.
"My tribe was in the mountains where it was difficult to grow crops. I'll show you how we did it and how we can survive until they come in."
Mark stopped scowling and had a focused look on his face. That...might be able to work, provided Ranna knows what she's talking about. As Mark started thinking, his mind went back to his books, specifically that Agriculture section. There was one book in there that detailed what Ranna talked about. If he could get his hands on that, he might be able to help the other tribe members with the knowledge in it. Only, there was a small problem. It was the only copy he had and it was part of the area that nearly got firebombed. Mark silently prayed that it would be okay.
Kyle clasped his hands together like he was praying.
"I know you might be a tad upset that your books were burned, and i swear we will replace them. Now because im leader you can no longer force me as punishment to make copies of books, do writing lessons, etc, etc, but......Im sorry!"
Kyle bowed his head slightly and the tribe people laughed slightly.
Mark looked at Kyle with narrowed eyes, his fists clenched. This guy...
"I don't care if it was a fireball or a fluke of God, that no excuse! Leader or not, I'll make you fix those books one way or the other!"
Mark pointed at Kyle, annoyance clear on his features. Mark knew Kyle didn't mean to damage the books, but that didn't excuse his poor treatment of them. Kyle always had this habit of shooting first, ask questions later, a trait which Mark found completely absurd.
He may be the Tribal Leader, but he still has long way to go to truly lead., Mark thought. Crossing his arms after Kyle promptly ignored him, Mark listened intently to the rest of his speech.
It seemed they had a new member amongst the tribe, a "Ranna Dasonne". She seemed nice enough, but as Mark learned many times over, looks do tend to be deceiving. As he listened to Kyle and Ranna explain why she came here, Mark started to get a strange feeling of dread over what they were saying. Mark would get these feelings occasionally, though whether they were related to his TK or it was just his subconscious making him suspicious was up for debate.
As it turned out, this humble looking girl was apparently, at one time, a Princess of the Desonne Tribe. Mark found that most strange, as in all his days of reading, usually Princesses were part of kingdoms and promptly confined to castles. The fact that before him stood a real Princess, struck a chord of interest in him. He was already formulating questions to ask mentally.
It seemed that Mark's discomfort finally came to light when Kyle announced that they had found an actual, honest-to-god unradiated boar. The downside however was that it seemed that radiation had spread and killed the crops the tribe spent so long to grow. A lance of fear shot in Mark's heart and he struggled not to panic. What are we going to eat? What are we going to do? What will happen to the tribe? Mark was trying to calm himself when Kyle spoke up:
"Scavenge parties will have to be doubled, and storing and rationing just became more important than ever."
Mark scowled. Was he insane? We barely find enough salvage as it is, doubling the work would just double the work, which would double the hunger, which would double the food consumption, which would kill us faster! Gah!
"There's no way in hell that's going to work! We'd have to push even farther than we already do! I doubt we have the resources for such trips!"
Mark was getting angrier and angrier. This day already sucked, what with barely any new books coming in and the ones he already possessed nearly going up in flame, all because of one insane asshole who thought it would be funny to chuck that shit at his home. Now this threat of starving has just appeared. Mark was starting to get a headache, when he saw Ranna stand next to Kyle and speak out:
"There is a way we can grow the crops we need and a way to get food in the mean time." She looked at Kyle and nodded to him.
"My tribe was in the mountains where it was difficult to grow crops. I'll show you how we did it and how we can survive until they come in."
Mark stopped scowling and had a focused look on his face. That...might be able to work, provided Ranna knows what she's talking about. As Mark started thinking, his mind went back to his books, specifically that Agriculture section. There was one book in there that detailed what Ranna talked about. If he could get his hands on that, he might be able to help the other tribe members with the knowledge in it. Only, there was a small problem. It was the only copy he had and it was part of the area that nearly got firebombed. Mark silently prayed that it would be okay.
Removed from story, delegated to NPC role.
Mark looked at the books before him and sighed. These books, salvaged from yesterday's salvage mission had been burned, beat up and was covered in what Mark could only hope was blood. Rubbing his fingers against his temples, Mark cursed, silently cursing Kyle. How many times? How many times did Mark tell Kyle to not damage the books? That they spoke of our ancestor's past?
"How in the hell can I be a Librarian, when all my books keep getting trashed? Damn idiot..."
Mark set the books to the side and looked out the window of the dingy former apartment where all this knowledge had been accrued. The world was blackened, ruined, with all sorts of horrible beasts wondering outside. Yet, there was a strange peacefulness to it all, like everything has been reset, with a new dawn on the horizon. Chuckling at the philosophical monologue, Mark got up and prepared to head towards the tribe's center. He had a few words to say to Kyle.
"How in the hell can I be a Librarian, when all my books keep getting trashed? Damn idiot..."
Mark set the books to the side and looked out the window of the dingy former apartment where all this knowledge had been accrued. The world was blackened, ruined, with all sorts of horrible beasts wondering outside. Yet, there was a strange peacefulness to it all, like everything has been reset, with a new dawn on the horizon. Chuckling at the philosophical monologue, Mark got up and prepared to head towards the tribe's center. He had a few words to say to Kyle.
Name: Mark Anderson
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 198 lbs.
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color: Brown
Appearance Picture(optional):
Powers:Telekinesis (The manipulation of objects with a "psychic force")
Limitations: Can't manage TK for very long. Useful for carrying small things, like books, a struggle to lift larger things. Increased usage over time causes severe migraines, nosebleeds. Intense concentration is needed.
Bio: Born in the Obsidian Tribe to two scavengers, Mark grew up in the lower sections of the "hotel" were he would spend his childhood exploring and going over old tomes his parents brought back that were either copies or weren't considered useful by his people. He became absorbed in his world of books and desired more and more knowledge. He eventually became the apprentice of the tribe's previous librarian, who taught him how to take care of the tribe's knowledge and history, as well as help with tribal tactics and the Old World's learnings. Mark was happy in this world, content to read and study in peace. However, this did tend to have a bit of a negative effect on his social skills, as he never really had many friends, for he thought they got in his way. He tended to snark off more than once, which tended to ruin his relationships with his peers. However, despite what many could say about his personality, he was an excellent Librarian, possibly even better than his old teacher, who died shortly after Mark reached adulthood. As Mark grew older, Mark's hunger for info grew and so he decided that the best way to get more knowledge was to go out and get it. Joining the scavengers on missions, Mark seeks knowledge for himself and the tribe.
Personality: Very serious, but with an snarky streak, Mark can come across as a bit cold to people. Deep down, however, he's actually quite nice and takes care of his loved ones. He tends to keep his feelings to himself. A bit of a loner.
Sexual Orientation(optional):Asexual
Position in tribe:Librarian (DON'T. TEAR. THE. BOOKS.)
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 198 lbs.
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color: Brown
Appearance Picture(optional):
Powers:Telekinesis (The manipulation of objects with a "psychic force")
Limitations: Can't manage TK for very long. Useful for carrying small things, like books, a struggle to lift larger things. Increased usage over time causes severe migraines, nosebleeds. Intense concentration is needed.
Bio: Born in the Obsidian Tribe to two scavengers, Mark grew up in the lower sections of the "hotel" were he would spend his childhood exploring and going over old tomes his parents brought back that were either copies or weren't considered useful by his people. He became absorbed in his world of books and desired more and more knowledge. He eventually became the apprentice of the tribe's previous librarian, who taught him how to take care of the tribe's knowledge and history, as well as help with tribal tactics and the Old World's learnings. Mark was happy in this world, content to read and study in peace. However, this did tend to have a bit of a negative effect on his social skills, as he never really had many friends, for he thought they got in his way. He tended to snark off more than once, which tended to ruin his relationships with his peers. However, despite what many could say about his personality, he was an excellent Librarian, possibly even better than his old teacher, who died shortly after Mark reached adulthood. As Mark grew older, Mark's hunger for info grew and so he decided that the best way to get more knowledge was to go out and get it. Joining the scavengers on missions, Mark seeks knowledge for himself and the tribe.
Personality: Very serious, but with an snarky streak, Mark can come across as a bit cold to people. Deep down, however, he's actually quite nice and takes care of his loved ones. He tends to keep his feelings to himself. A bit of a loner.
Sexual Orientation(optional):Asexual
Position in tribe:Librarian (DON'T. TEAR. THE. BOOKS.)
So I'm interested in this RP and I was curious as to what the librarian does. If it's what I think it is, I might submit something.
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