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Current i hear dies irae bells ringing in my ossicles every time i claw from the dirt and peer wistfully through the rpg tomb doors thinking, "one last job..." another bony finger of the monkey's paw curls up
3 yrs ago
i can't believe it's already christmas today
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*skeletal hand emerges from an unmarked grave* the drive thru forgot my side order
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Imagine having an opinion on rpg dot com
4 yrs ago
Let’s play a game where you try to sext me and I call the police
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Maybe the real plot was the friends we made along the way. [Last Updated: February 1, 2025]


I'm too old for this shit and I have learned not to share too much of my personal life on the internet. I earned a 4-year English degree, work as an English and writing tutor at a local college, a communications copywriter for a non-profit, and I'm a development editor at an academic publishing company. That means I word good.

I like literature and poetry. I first started writing as a hobby with online roleplay at the start of 2010, and I've slowly drifted away from it in recent years. I enjoy most genres, but if I had to pick a couple of favorites, they would be sci-fi and high fantasy—heavy emphasis on the high fantasy. Some of my favorite moments have come from Elder Scrolls roleplays, since it appeals to the D&D nerd in me.

I have a tendency to get carried away with making my character sheets. I've always been a fan of characters overcoming their weaknesses and obstacles and I try to make that show in many of my characters. Therefore, many of the narratives I explore come from a place of vulnerability, but I try to balance the heavy themes with light whimsy. Sometimes though that door swings the other way and I lean into the whimsy while sneaking in moments of vulnerability.

I also try to research whatever it is I'm writing about so that I'm not just spitting into the wind. Unless that's what my character is doing, in which case I try to make sure that's made clear in my writing. Sometimes that gets in the way, like in the case of blacksmith character I wanted to make but felt compelled to study up on blacksmithing first (don't fall into that trap, no one really gives a shit).

It’s kind of hard to define my style, as I’m influenced by all sorts of literary movements and schools of criticism; dark romanticism, modernism, post-modernism, Marxism, feminism, post-structuralism—I have a lot of isms in my pocket. Nathaniel Hawthorne is one of my favorite dark romantic authors, Dickinson is one of my favorite naturalist poets, Judith Ortiz Cofer, Langston Hughes, and Robert Frost—they’ve all in some ways informed my writing, as well as many others. I even tend to look to some of my fellow guild mates for inspiration or analyze what I like about their writing and see what I can do to improve my own through their example.




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Perry Manfoosah
Dilapidated Tenement
Cold nights were a familiar feeling, as the deserts in Vacuo would quickly go from one extreme to another, and lose their heat after the sun fell. What Vale had over the desert was the unbearable, raunchy humidity from the neighboring sea. The atmosphere was only further bogged down by the smog generated by the local industry, and the mood even more soured by the nature of their mission. Perhaps there were some things to enjoy about the big city, but this certainly wasn't one of them. At one end of the shack they resided in was their contact, Lieutenant Colonel Malachus. On either side of her were other huntsmen and huntresses. The colonel himself Perry briefly read up on so she could at least know who she was supposed to meet. She didn't know it before today, but apparently Malachus was a fairly big deal. It would seem that might have gotten to his head as he looked at the hunters in front of him with disinterested appraisal.

Perry just sent her best friend, Meral, a text on her Scroll, then pocketing it away for good before their mission started. It was simple and brief, but it was enough to let her know that she was still okay and that she had her on her mind.

“Good luck tonight!”

In all honesty, Perry wished she would have the same luck she wished upon Meral tonight, who would be performing in a peace display in the middle of Atlas. A significantly profound honor, and Perry was incredibly proud of her, but Perry's mission - their mission - was to stop a bomb from killing hundreds of people. Hundreds. Whatever these terrorists had in store for them must have been pretty big, and whoever was behind this must have been resourceful. It wouldn't be easy by any means, but Perry didn't come this far as an accomplished huntress by being incompetent or giving up. The girl beside her had a nice, long looking rifle. Long-ranged support would be immensely appreciated, and Perry, as an engineer, had the chance of knowing how to defuse whatever bomb they're escorting. The others? Well, Perry didn't know what to expect from them. She just hoped that they were capable of pulling their weight. She'd normally be more receptive to her colleagues, but there was far too much at stake here.

That also meant she was wracking her brain with multitudes of outcomes that could happen if she were to fail. One of her index fingers were twitching restlessly, having just downed a cup of red-eye not too long ago. One of her feet were tapping the floorboards. Her other hand was picking at her own nails.

She just had to keep her head in the game. Perry looked at their contact and shook her head.

“We knew the risks when we first enlisted, Lieutenant Colonel.” Perry said assuredly. Her head dipped a little, apparently having already come to terms with this very sobering mission she accepted. “I am not going to turn tail now, especially not when there are hundreds of people at risk... whatever must be done to stop this disaster must be done.”

There was a break in the oppressive atmosphere of the room as Perry managed to twitch wide a smile.

“That being said, it's an honor to be able to work with you!”
Option 2 for Perry.
"Well, I've been pretty begrudging of this - I might sound a little picky in the friends I choose, but I don't know these people. Their flaws are more glaring than their virtues. Anyways, here we go:

The first I've seen of Mauve, I was impressed. She's a capable huntress with a level head, doesn't play games, and I can appreciate that. But the more time I've spent at Beacon, the more I got to learn about her. She's very vocal about her distrust of Ozpin. I didn't get that. Rumor went around that it's because she blames him for the accident that befell her teammate. When I see her now, it's harder to see the huntress than the entitled brat she stands behind. I got hurt by the Grimm too, but the only person I could blame was myself. I was reckless, and as I hear it, so was her friend. We all have to own up to our mistakes.

As for Miss Mina, well, she's a pretty face, but I can't say I particularly care for her. Her skill set can be put to use - somewhere - but I still won't trust her as far as I can throw her. I mean, I can throw her pretty far, but that's not the point! The point is, if she aims herself at Meral or I, there's going to be problems. If she stays civil, lovely! May she have many restful nights as long as she knows what the boundaries are.

I don't actually know that Steele boy very well. I just know he's tall, doesn't talk much, and spends a bit of time with that other, mind-blowingly short engineer. I get the impression that there's a lot more to him than what he shows us, but it can't be anything insidious if he doesn't trip my radar. I'm not going to pry, it's none of my business. Neither am I going to go out of my way to accommodate him. If he wants to talk, he should be the one to break the ice. Anything else would be selfish.

Speaking of Steele's short friend - Cyra. I readily know her name as an engineer. Word has it she knows her way around a workshop. That shield of hers is apparently her creation. It's... something. Not my style, personally, but... its definitely a piece of work, I will admit it. Not very intuitive, I'd think. A shield? With four modes? That's over complicating it if you ask me. Whatever, I guess she seems like an alright girl. Seems like the harmless sort. She's shorter than Meral, which I didn't even think was possible! We might get along.

Raye, on the other hand, I can't even put a finger on. I'd take the road of caution and veer away. A peculiar duality of that degree in a guy's personality is unpredictable and chaotic, and I'd go as far as labeling him a hazard. As frosting on top of this crazy-cake, he looks at us humans with doe-eyed agitation. If some chord snaps in his head and he decides to go haywire - he isn't so tough or buff enough to cause me any problems, but anyone else? I just can't take any chances with this Raye guy.

Daedalus... I've only ever seen him. I don't really want to tangle with him. Rarely do I see anybody bigger or stronger than me, but it might help that he's Faunus. But I don't feel any bad energy from him. I don't know what to expect from him, but when it comes down to it, I hope he's on my side.

Oh, and Meral! *laughs*
There's also a writing exercise we did in another thread. Everyone, writing as their character, talk about their thoughts and opinions of the others. I think that would be fun for everyone.
In the RWBY universe there are only three sizes: very tall, ridiculously tall, and munchkins.
Yeah, that was something I noticed. I might change something.
I prettied up and flavored my sheet in the character tab, if anyone's interested.
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Meral finally found someone shorter than she is! XD


Short enough to join the Little People Society. http://www.lpaonline.org/faq-
He was twelve when he went to Signal, not Beacon. I mean, I did the math and Signal accepts students, bear minimum, from 12-14 if Ruby still had two years when Ozpin took her into Beacon. He went into Beacon exactly when he was supposed to. As for that sentence, I meant that he was trying to prove a point mainly to other humans, though I see where you're coming from. One of my great challenges as a writer is putting what I'm thinking into decent writing. Let me rethink that a bit and maybe I should be able to clear it up.


Ah, okay! I must have misread whenever he got accepted. That makes a lot more sense.
@Zarkun, he looks like a fair character, but I noticed something that I got a bit confused over.

And the best way to do that was to become a Hunter and show that it didn’t matter if you were human or Faunus, you could do good.

In a society where faunus are treated unfairly, this sentence sounds to me like something akin to "a white kid went to college or became a cop to make a point to the black community". It just doesn't translate well. Especially since he was 12 when he was accepted (Ruby was 15) - that might just appear to the faunus as human privilege.

I mean, I have no power, so pay me no mind. But if you could elaborate on that, for my sake, I'd appreciate it! :-)
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