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7 yrs ago
Current 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

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Name: Keith Kasai
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Kingdom: Kasai
Personality: He has the attitude of a thousand and one, in point of fact. Keith doesn't stop himself from saying whatever is on his mind. He's a wit, so often his comments are made at the expense of another. It's sure to earn him his fair share of trouble, but he'll grin it off most of the time. Unless it's a personal attack on his family. Witty remarks vanish when his family has been insulted. He would be an over-protective brother, but he knows Dansu needs no such protection. And if she does need it, he'll bring a weapon.
Your thoughts on the Princesses: "Look, Kūki's blushing! I've seen overripe tomatoes with less color than that. Whoa, check out the glare on Chikyū; did her garments get twisted by the pole shoved up her- Oh hey! Did Mizu bring cookies? A good girl, that one; I wish I had a maid just like her. Well, Dansu, after you; shred these jokers to pieces."
Mike, may I instead?
Awesome, Savi. I've adjusted Reuben's profile accordingly.
A duel notification appeared in front of Braden. He stopped moving toward the crowded quest-giver and turned around, wondering who would be picking a fight already. What he found was an over-confident dark elf--undead elf, he corrected himself--trying to taunt him into it. He took a moment to evaluate her, noting the bow she carried and weighing his chances against that. At only level one, there was hardly a difference in stats. That gave an archer a large advantage--unless she didn't know when to drop the bow and defend herself.

Braden declined the offer. Then he sent a new one for a half-health duel. "If you're any good with that bow, this should be easy for you. Ever used one before now?" The square was crowded, people running every which way, but that suited Braden just fine. More people meant more cover from her arrows. Unless she was smart about it and moved them somewhere quieter.
Okay, as amused as I am, it needs to be pointed out.
Pheasant:

Peasant:

Players are fighting Pheasants outside the village and talking to Peasants inside the village.
Here's the entirety of mine. I don't know what changes will be made, but it should help you remember what you had.
Pheasants would be a waste of time. Braden went straight past the farming fields while other players stopped there, running to reach the forest beyond them where stronger monsters would be waiting. He drew his sword once again once he'd reached the treeline. Braden didn't wander off the path, not before he could find out what monsters were in the area. As long as he didn't step into the woods he couldn't be ambushed by mobs.

Conventional wisdom doesn't hold in a game as advanced as Haven. An enormous snake shot out of the ground, bulling into Braden's chest and driving him to the ground before vanishing into the ground once again. Braden's mind was screaming in pain. Only the terror that that thing might be coming back drove him up to his knees. Once he'd made it that far, though, he realized his body didn't hurt. His mind was still in shock from the blow, but it was slowly calming down now that it realized he wasn't close to death.

It hit him from the back the second time, sending him face-first into the dirt. His mind jumped right back into shock, but now it was coupled with adrenaline. Braden jumped to his feet and brandished his sword in both hands. Nothing moved around him. He needed to know where that thing was coming from next. With a brain high on terror and adrenaline, he connected the pattern as fast as he could. First jump there, landed there. Second jump from behind, so some distance to the right, then it burrowed there. Next would be-!

Braden turned and swung just as the snake leaped from the road. His sword caught the monster on the side of its head, deflecting its attack and stalling its movement so it couldn't burrow again. Braden pursued it, feeling the rush of victory. He slashed at the head again and again, well after the beast was dead, until finally the body vanished. He stumbled back a few steps, taking deep breaths to try to calm his racing heart.

"Ha. Haha. Hahahaha! Take that! This guy is worth a dozen of your stupid pheasants!" he called out to the empty woods. With that confidence boost, he turned to continue down the road.

Two snakes hit him at the same time.

As Braden felt the impact, he raised his arms in a futile attempt at self-defense. To his surprise, they rose all the way to his face. They also felt strangely light. He wasn't holding his sword anymore, that was it. Looking down to see where he'd dropped it, Braden saw himself dead on the ground.

Initially, Braden was shocked. He just stared at himself for a few long moments. Finally he managed to pull himself back to his senses. He knelt down beside the body, looking at the wounds it had. There was some blood flowing from places where the skin had broken, but there weren't any pierce marks. The snakes relied on bludgeoning him to death, not biting him. He'd have to remember that. For when he finished fighting pheasants.

"Revive."

When Braden reappeared in Birth Village, he was happy to see that he wasn't the only person at the spawn point. The other poor fools had all died facing pheasants, though; he had died at the hands of a giant snake. A death is a death, a small part of his mind reminded him, but he frowned it away and entered the central plaza. If he was going to kill pheasants, he'd better be doing it for something worthwhile. He searched around for an obvious NPC. One that had a crowd gathered around him stood out right away. Braden glared, but pushed ahead anyway. He needed whatever that quest was.
Wisp said
Hey, I was reading over your profiles - can you specify on the abilities of the Love Doves? They're vague, and leave quite a few questions.o1 . What is the healing? Self-healing? Healing others? Minor injuries, like cuts and bruises?o2 . What part of sanguinary magic?o3 . What is ether, what does it do? What part?o4 . What kind of barriers? Mental? Physical? Do they shield themselves, or others?

I'll get on that as soon as I can not be sarcastic about it. Your 'one element' rule is already enough to cripple the roles my Cursed played last time. I don't mean disrespect, but I was under the impression Touhoure trusted me with my characters.
Is it the same -1level penalty as 1/2 Prince when you die?
You can do it Savi! I have faith! Unless you don't really want to do it, in which case you can leave it to someone else.
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