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7 yrs ago
Current Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih
7 yrs ago
Fab, when it comes to portraying a character believably, you might be the best this site has.
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7 yrs ago
There's no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.
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Well, this was my account. Had my fair share of memories of the guild, both good and bad. I hope you all have a great time here and keep getting better at RPing and writing. Myself, I've fallen out of love with roleplaying in general, and this site in particular. There's still good people here, but I've learned enough and seen enough that I'm not confident this site is going good places. Tanderbolt's moving on. Where am I going after this? I don't know, but to quote Raymond Carver, "I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.". Good night, ladies, good night

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Quote: "I didn't get where I am today by being nice or having connections. I got here by being right more often than people would like to admit."
Name: Nicholas Irving
Nicknames: Nick
Age: 37
Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
Occupation: Writer, journalist, editor.
Personality/History: Nicholas was born into a wealthy family, and his parents always had high expectations of him. He never showed much ambition, doing well in school but never really pushing himself. His twin sister quickly became the favored child, because she had the competitive nature and perfectionism were exactly that Nicholas lacked. The lack of attention led him to become more introverted and sullen, sometimes going out of his way to avoid socializing. He never enjoyed the activities his parents forced him to do, preferring to read or write alone. Nicholas went to college at University of Pennsylvania, but ended up with an english degree, instead of the business degree his parents had wanted.

While his sister founded her own company and pushed for ever-increasing revenue, Nicholas worked whatever jobs he could find. His trust-fund supported him when money was tight, but he always felt bad relying upon it. In his spare time, he practiced writing obsessively, and started a small website. Over the years, people began to notice his website, his articles on popular culture were often both insightful and controversial. His first real break was when the LA times noticed his internet popularity, and hired him to report on arts and culture. With a wider audience, he captured reader's attentions with his signature combination of dry wit and bitter social criticism. His first book, a long polemic aimed at the current consumer-focused media, became a bestseller, and introduced his writing to the average American.

Nicholas has kept on writing, working for many publications over the years, and writing more bestsellers. He has become well-disliked by many, especially those in the entertainment industry, but people still read his columns and buy his books. Nicholas tries to keep a low profile, he never gives interviews in person, always preferring to communicate by writing when possible. Recently, he has begun to slow his output, wanting to settle down more. He sold his website to a media conglomerate, no longer managing its content. Using some of the money from the sale, he bought a fairly modest house in Hollywood Road, where he lives alone, writing about whatever crosses his mind.
Extra:
He likes alcohol and fast food, maybe a bit too much.
This looks super cool, I'm definitely interested.
I'm waiting on Nallore to come back before I post again, I might go one without them after a bit. There's a lot of good russian classical music I could use for my character's theme, but I feel like nothing is quite as appropriate as this:
I'm really sorry about the delay posting, I hope this RP isn't dead yet.
Ilya could feel the girls holding on to his jacket as he walked down the hall. He was a little saddened that Derek did not want to come, but he could not blame him. He pictured his home, a rustic wooden farmhouse next to his fields. The paint was old, and the wood was well worn, although the foundation was still solid. He let this image fill his mind, closing his eyes as he continued his stride. In an instant, the magic of his boots triggered, and he disappeared from the university hallway in midstep. His foot set down in Russian soil when he opened his eyes.

It was 4 am in Russian time, and it was still dark out. The sun wouldn't rise for almost two more hours, though the deepest part of the night was over. His lights were on in his house, he had made sure to keep them on in case he got back late. The weather was cold, not below freezing but very farm from the warmth of California's climate. Ilya's jacket and years of adaptation meant that he didn't feel it very much, but he wondered about his companions.

He turned around to address them, hope to calm them down a bit. Ilya said "Do not be alarmed. This is my farm, we're in Russia now. I can bring you back if you want, but I would like to at least give you the papers I have been saving for you. I will be back shortly, if the cold bothers you can follow me into the house." He walked on the path into his his humble abode, trying to remember where he had left the files he intended to give them.
Real name: Thomas Carr

Hero Name: Hodgepodge

Powers: No supernatural abilities, is skilled with inventing and repairing technology

Appearance: A young african american male with black hair. He is somewhat skinny, and slightly shorter than average. His is crude, consisting of a hoodie and a hockey mask.
History: Thomas is the son of the reformed minor villain Chemistro, born after the villains took over. His family had a normal middle class life, his father instill him with strong morals but also told him to keep his head down and avoid drawing attention to himself. Like his father, he became a skilled engineer, and ended up employed in the labs of the villains. He was assigned to the division that archives, maintains, and reverse engineers technologies left over from before the fall of the heroes. While working in the labs, he began to witness injustice firsthand, and it troubled him. Eventually, he decided that he had to do something to help people, so he began to steal some equipment from his job. Thomas collected the gear slowly, and planned his next move.

Personality: Shy, compassionate, prefers to let others do the talking. Lacks self confidence, likes order but hates to see cruelty. Calm and patient, likes to take methodical approach, and does not work well under pressure.

Affiliation: Hero.

Equipment: Some rocket boots salvaged from one of Iron man's old armors, a low level forcefield generator, a stolen paste gun, and his own recreation of his father's alchemy gun.
You still accepting characters? I'd like to make the detective's partner.
Are Eric and Anastasia making their way into fairytale world on their own, or is Illya picking them up?
Everyone was now staring at Ilya, waiting for him to speak. Haden had bungled his part, but it would be hard for anyone to explain this. "My name is Igor Pechorsky. What Haden here said is correct, I will vouch for him. 16 years ago, your parents gave me the task of finding a safe home on Earth for you and few others. I told this to him a few minutes ago, and he believed me, perhaps because he was at least old enough to have some memories of his birth parents. Mei, I'm sorry I couldn't find an actual family for you, but the Buddhist temple was kind and understanding.

I can tell you find this hard to believe. I do not want to frighten you, and I will never bother you again if you so choose. For now, I will walk away. If you believe me, or if you simply want to find out, hold onto some part of me, the back of my jacket, my shoulder, it does not matter. In a few short steps I and anyone tagging along will be at my farm halfway across the globe. I will bring you back if you want, but this is the only bit of "magic" I can show to you."

Ilya walked forward slowly, peaking over his shoulder to see if anyone wanted to come. Once they had made up their mind, he pictured his little house outside Murom, and concentrated. The boots he had would bring him and his companions there in the blink of an eye.
Sorry I've been out recently, I'll post soon.
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