TaroAndSelia
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Returned from a Distant Land
STATUS: As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create. 7 yrs ago
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- Joined: 11 yrs ago
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- TaroAndSelia 11 yrs ago
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As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create.
7 yrs ago
It's Christmas time! Put up the lights, and hold up your light! #LightTheWorld
7 yrs ago
And it's impossible to edit a status. Wonderful. I meant to say my hard drive is down; I'm working out of a flash drive now.
7 yrs ago
Whoops. That's one flash drive destroyed. Kids, take good care of your toys! For those concerned, thank you! I don't have any storage, but I do have access to a browser; roleplaying continues!
7 yrs ago
Driving on my lunch break when a random kid on the sidewalk yells, "It's the internet man! Hi internet man!" Spend the rest of Monday feeling like a champ.
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*Picks up the profile*
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
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Spectacular, thanks for asking. I received a letter from a friend in Australia. I haven't seen him in a year, so letters and emails are really special.
Ruri turned and hustled the boy further into the forest. She stopped after only a few steps, though, and turned back. "You come, too! No one can blame you, so you'd better be right behind us!" She ended her shout with a firm nod, then sprinted into the forest.
The small girl's legs wanted to carry her right up into the air again, so elated was she feeling after the flight. The boy she was protecting, though, had suffered much the opposite. His legs were weak, making his already short steps come slowly. Ruri hadn't the size to carry him, so she wrapped one arm around him and tried to pull him along. The pace was less than enough to make Ruri comfortable, but it was gradually improving as the boy regained his confidence in the ground.
Ruri sneaked a peek back over their shoulders, hoping to see their rescuer behind them.
The small girl's legs wanted to carry her right up into the air again, so elated was she feeling after the flight. The boy she was protecting, though, had suffered much the opposite. His legs were weak, making his already short steps come slowly. Ruri hadn't the size to carry him, so she wrapped one arm around him and tried to pull him along. The pace was less than enough to make Ruri comfortable, but it was gradually improving as the boy regained his confidence in the ground.
Ruri sneaked a peek back over their shoulders, hoping to see their rescuer behind them.
Nobody else responded, so I wasn't going to push it. You should have said something two, three days ago.
*low whistle* Anyone that can say that with a straight face is a steadfast believer. I like Atalee.
Rest in Peace, Zico. You'll be with your money soon.
Tyrell's face showed his confusion. He raised his hand to point at the black armor standing right beside the woman. "Him. Er, her. Or, uh," Tyrell leaned forward to look closer. He flipped out his dagger and caught the sun on it, casting the reflection into the helmet. Not a flinch at the bright light; not a face, either. Tyrell was stunned for a few moments. Finally he pulled his mouth up and slid his dagger back inside his clothing.
"A'right, ya got me. You've got a puppet. Joke's on me. Were you going to do something about that guy?" Tyrell asked, gesturing to where the mugger had vanished to. "Or were you planning on helping this one?" His foot tapped the mugged guy's leg.
"A'right, ya got me. You've got a puppet. Joke's on me. Were you going to do something about that guy?" Tyrell asked, gesturing to where the mugger had vanished to. "Or were you planning on helping this one?" His foot tapped the mugged guy's leg.
Anyone still interested, post something IC or let us know here in the OOC. I'll wait two days to see who we've got, then the servers go back up.
Please be patient while we resolve the issue.
Joshua growled and pulled his headset off. He pulled himself off his bed, his muscles groaning in protest, and worked his way toward hid desk. Flipping his laptop open and calling up Chrome, Joshua checked Haven's website. There was a brief apology stating that unexpected technical issues had arisen and the servers would go back online at the same time tomorrow. As could be expected, a river of flame had opened up. Not as bad as one might expect, though; based on his own aching body, Joshua guessed that two thirds of the players hadn't even made it to their computers yet. Joshua was peeved, too, but complaining wouldn't do anything more than antagonize the staff. He almost pitied the idiots that posted enraged insults. Almost.
There wasn't anything more for him to do today, then. Joshua stood, forcing his protesting joints to move, and headed outside his small dorm room. He needed to stretch his muscles out. He made a mental note to do the same before logging in again tomorrow.
You know how to get pine sap off your hands? Run it through your hair. >_<
Okay, so I've never tried it, but a trusted friend said it works. Something about the oils prevents it from sticking.
Okay, so I've never tried it, but a trusted friend said it works. Something about the oils prevents it from sticking.
Even despite the situation, Ruri found her heart fluttering--she was flying. The dragon was carrying them into the air, soaring on the winds and dancing with the breeze. Or maybe that was just her shaking because the weight was lopsided. But Ruri was actually flying on a dragon! Well, okay, under a dragon, but that only made it slightly less amazing. She couldn't help but feel a little sad as the flight came to an end. Still, she could see the dragon struggling, so when the time came she jumped off and rolled to the side, shielding the boy with her arms as they tumbled clear. They came to a stop just inside the forest, as did the dragon.
The next words Ruri heard were among the saddest she had ever listened to. The dragon wanted them to abandon her when those ghouls might be coming? When the fire might spread to the fields and the forest, swallowing her in its relentless advance? Would that actually harm a dragon, Ruri wondered briefly. The point still stood, though, that she could never abandon a dragon like this. She stood, the boy still clinging to her, and sidled over the the dragon's side.
"Just rest for a bit and you'll be fine!" Ruri cried, small droplets of water forming in the corners of her eyes despite the smile she put on. "You saved us, so the least we can do is help you now." Ruri reached out with one hand, resting it on the dragon's head. The boy didn't dare stretch his hand out, instead hiding behind Ruri and watching with wide, blue eyes.
The next words Ruri heard were among the saddest she had ever listened to. The dragon wanted them to abandon her when those ghouls might be coming? When the fire might spread to the fields and the forest, swallowing her in its relentless advance? Would that actually harm a dragon, Ruri wondered briefly. The point still stood, though, that she could never abandon a dragon like this. She stood, the boy still clinging to her, and sidled over the the dragon's side.
"Just rest for a bit and you'll be fine!" Ruri cried, small droplets of water forming in the corners of her eyes despite the smile she put on. "You saved us, so the least we can do is help you now." Ruri reached out with one hand, resting it on the dragon's head. The boy didn't dare stretch his hand out, instead hiding behind Ruri and watching with wide, blue eyes.
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