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
Most Recent Posts
Howl-dy partner.
Yes! It was that Yuan! Card, I thank you.
I followed the link. Still didn't work. So I went on zerochan and found the picture. I clicked on it in the site itself, and I still got the same thing. So I dug around and found this:
http://static.zerochan.net/Alexandra.Ann-Christin.Axelina.full.1641050.jpg
that actually displayed. So I'm going to post it and see if I can get into it again from here.
http://static.zerochan.net/Alexandra.Ann-Christin.Axelina.full.1641050.jpg
that actually displayed. So I'm going to post it and see if I can get into it again from here.
Ruri's stomach let out another loud grumble. She was sitting on a stool and leaning against the counter, her feet dangling above the floor. With her head in her arms, all that could be seen was her bright red hair and the yellow ribbons that tied it into twin-tails. Well, that and the bright pink dress she wore. In the small, brown diner, Ruri stood out like a peacock among penguins.
An elderly woman with white hair and a kind smile set a plate of food in front of Ruri. She perked up immediately, thanking the woman for the meal before digging in with gusto. The woman smiled at the girl's energy, then went back into the kitchen to continue cooking.
Ruri was finished in a matter of minutes; she'd barely taken enough time to chew. Washing it down with the glass of water, Ruri grabbed all her dishes and jumped down from the stool. She'd go in back and help the nice lady do the dishes, Ruri had decided. Before she made it around the counter, though, a loud crash came from the back room.
"Are you alright?" she called through the doorway. There was no reply forthcoming. No reply from the front, that is. Behind her, coming through the front door from somewhere else in the town, shrieks and screams began to pierce the air. Ruri's eyes widened and she dashed into the kitchen.
The woman was dead already. Above her stood a black beast, almost human in shape. It's arms were thinner, spindly, as though they could be snapped like a branch, and at the end of each was a clawed hand. The legs were shorter than a person's, so the creature could run on all four limbs, and ended in the same sharp claws as the hands. The coal-black skin was stretched taut over its body, showcasing the lack of muscle and jutting bones underneath. But the most horrifying part of the creature was its face--white, pupil-less eyes, two holes instead of a nose, and a mouth filled with three layers of razor-sharp teeth. And coating those teeth was a red liquid, as well as a few flecks of white flesh.
Ruri screamed. Not a cry of terror; she screamed in outrage. She threw the dishes at the creature before it could take another bite, then raised her now-empty hands in front of her. "Yala naur!" she commanded. A ball of flame appeared before her palms and shot forward, striking the creature in its face. It shrieked in pain, turning away from its prey to face the threat. It did not retreat, fleeing the girl that gave it pain. It screamed its defiance and leaped at her.
Ruri screamed her defiance right back, bringing another ball of fire into her hands. This one she did not launch; this one she kept, growing it larger until the beast was dropping through the air. She raised it to meet the creature, thrusting it at the head full of teeth. The beast's body crashed down on her, but after a moment of panicking Ruri realized that the thing lay still. The head was a pieice of charcoal.
Ruri pulled herself out from under the thing, examining her hands as soon as she'd made it to her feet. They'd turned bright red and were stinging from the intense heat. Ruri grimaced; she'd let it overpower her again. But the sight of the woman's body on the floor reminded her that she didn't have time to reprimand herself right now. The small girl ran to the older woman's side, desperately hoping against all reason that she might be alive.
She was not. Looking at the chunk missing from her neck, Ruri decided it was better that way. That didn't excuse whoever had done this, though; somebody had brought an abomination into the city. Maybe not just one, based on the screams outside. These things were not natural; they were the product of evil magic, magic that was never to be touched. They were Ghouls.
Tears filling her eyes, Ruri straightened herself and looked back to the front of the diner. One very kind woman was dead already. She said a small prayer over the body, then ran off. More people were in danger out there.
An elderly woman with white hair and a kind smile set a plate of food in front of Ruri. She perked up immediately, thanking the woman for the meal before digging in with gusto. The woman smiled at the girl's energy, then went back into the kitchen to continue cooking.
Ruri was finished in a matter of minutes; she'd barely taken enough time to chew. Washing it down with the glass of water, Ruri grabbed all her dishes and jumped down from the stool. She'd go in back and help the nice lady do the dishes, Ruri had decided. Before she made it around the counter, though, a loud crash came from the back room.
"Are you alright?" she called through the doorway. There was no reply forthcoming. No reply from the front, that is. Behind her, coming through the front door from somewhere else in the town, shrieks and screams began to pierce the air. Ruri's eyes widened and she dashed into the kitchen.
The woman was dead already. Above her stood a black beast, almost human in shape. It's arms were thinner, spindly, as though they could be snapped like a branch, and at the end of each was a clawed hand. The legs were shorter than a person's, so the creature could run on all four limbs, and ended in the same sharp claws as the hands. The coal-black skin was stretched taut over its body, showcasing the lack of muscle and jutting bones underneath. But the most horrifying part of the creature was its face--white, pupil-less eyes, two holes instead of a nose, and a mouth filled with three layers of razor-sharp teeth. And coating those teeth was a red liquid, as well as a few flecks of white flesh.
Ruri screamed. Not a cry of terror; she screamed in outrage. She threw the dishes at the creature before it could take another bite, then raised her now-empty hands in front of her. "Yala naur!" she commanded. A ball of flame appeared before her palms and shot forward, striking the creature in its face. It shrieked in pain, turning away from its prey to face the threat. It did not retreat, fleeing the girl that gave it pain. It screamed its defiance and leaped at her.
Ruri screamed her defiance right back, bringing another ball of fire into her hands. This one she did not launch; this one she kept, growing it larger until the beast was dropping through the air. She raised it to meet the creature, thrusting it at the head full of teeth. The beast's body crashed down on her, but after a moment of panicking Ruri realized that the thing lay still. The head was a pieice of charcoal.
Ruri pulled herself out from under the thing, examining her hands as soon as she'd made it to her feet. They'd turned bright red and were stinging from the intense heat. Ruri grimaced; she'd let it overpower her again. But the sight of the woman's body on the floor reminded her that she didn't have time to reprimand herself right now. The small girl ran to the older woman's side, desperately hoping against all reason that she might be alive.
She was not. Looking at the chunk missing from her neck, Ruri decided it was better that way. That didn't excuse whoever had done this, though; somebody had brought an abomination into the city. Maybe not just one, based on the screams outside. These things were not natural; they were the product of evil magic, magic that was never to be touched. They were Ghouls.
Tears filling her eyes, Ruri straightened herself and looked back to the front of the diner. One very kind woman was dead already. She said a small prayer over the body, then ran off. More people were in danger out there.
For flame's sake, what is she doing? You're a Kasai, Dansu, not a timid Kuki! Keith glared at both his sister and the molester in front of her. Why did she have a hangup on one simple word? She's a burning Princess, but she doesn't want to think of herself as cute? Chikyu isn't beautiful, Kasai isn't cute--why do girls lie to themselves? Seriously, what's the problem? Keith knew himself to be a hunk; there's no reason to be embarrassed about that. Was there some law that a girl cannot be proud of what she looks like? Or were they just afraid to be attractive, to be better, to excel?
The only reason Keith hadn't gone over and knocked Mizu's lights out was because of the lecture he'd just given Kuki. Even so, Keith kept staring at Dansu, willing her to look up and meet his disapproving glare.
The only reason Keith hadn't gone over and knocked Mizu's lights out was because of the lecture he'd just given Kuki. Even so, Keith kept staring at Dansu, willing her to look up and meet his disapproving glare.
When I open the hider for Rose, it has the blip "Hosted on zero-chan.net"
I didn't, but whatever that picture is it isn't working.
You got a good laugh, I'll give you that.
Kuki did indeed make a grown man blush. But by the sound of his stuttering, Chikyu was likely to blush anyway. Put together, these two could set a record for turning crimson, both in speed and shade. He didn't bother dignifying the Mizu girl's words with a response to them. She had no right to speak of peace; she shouldn't have even had a say in this to begin with. She acted nice, but it was her family that had opened hostilities. Thousands of people were slaughtered because that girl was "too good" for Kasai.
And then the other one. Keith turned to look at his sister. He caught her gaze, then raised his eyebrows in a silent question. 'Do you want me?' To hurt him, to drag him off, to pass her a sword, it didn't really matter what help she wanted. He was up for anything that meant misfortune for Mizu.
And then the other one. Keith turned to look at his sister. He caught her gaze, then raised his eyebrows in a silent question. 'Do you want me?' To hurt him, to drag him off, to pass her a sword, it didn't really matter what help she wanted. He was up for anything that meant misfortune for Mizu.
I'm gone for the next some hours. See you all tonight.
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