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Hoping for a good turkey-day...
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5 mos ago
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bs
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8 mos ago
Driving a sandworm through a pre-school...
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1 yr ago
Remember, punishable by fine means legal for a price.
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3 yrs ago
♪♫♪ Don't climb up the rope. Dont haul up the mast. And if ya see a sailin' ship it might'n be yer last...♪♫♪
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Bio
Tearstone
Summary
Name: Tearstone
Aliases: Tearstone
Age: 33
Birthday: March 13th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Location: Resides in western Oklahoma
Gender:
Major/Minor: Associates degree in Occupational Studies - Massage Therapy
Occupation: Unemployed/Under-employed Cert. Massage Therapist, freelance writer
Languages: Fluent in English, Bad English/Profanity. Knowledgeable of Japanese, Spanish, and Latin.
Current Bio Theme: None
Years Rping: 20 years
Preferred Rp Section: Typically casual or advanced.
Rp Level: High casual to advanced.
Dedication Level: I don't know what yardstick to measure this with. It all depends on my interest, if I'm enjoying the writing and my partners.
Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: If you one-line me and use chatspeak where it doesn't belong, I will CUT you. Pay attention to lore and genre conventions. DO NOT fall silent on me. IF you're bored, say so. If something happens, freaking tell me. I want to get to know my partners out of character too.
Teach New Rpers Or Coach New GM's: Yes. Very much so. I love teaching and doing what I can to improve people's skills, and challenge their ability. I love fostering growth.
Appearance
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: Overweight
Build: Ectomorphic, athletic. Built like a tank... or a tall dwarf
Eyes: Hazel-gray, but color shift with light and mood.
Hair: Chocolate brown, collar length currently. May grow out again.
Skin Tone: Light, tan decently in summer, but I live like basement cat.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: No tats or piercings. Scar, right wrist (1 cun (3 finger widths), medial from hand crease.) Sits across radial bone on anterior, 45° angle, looks self inflicted, but is actually from fending off an attacker in middle school. Burn scar left knee, the size of a quarter. Stuck knee against hot muffler of lawn mower on accident around 2004. Burn scar torso lower right quadrant inferior to navel and one inch lateral, spilled hot-ass ramen on self last winter. Some of the liquid got lodged in waist band of shorts and caused burn.
Personal Style:
Psychology
Intelligent * Procrastinator * Intuitive * Apathetic * Flexible/Adaptable * Cynical
Sexuality: Kinsey 2
Relationship Status: Semi-open longterm relationship/domestic partnership
Personality: INTJ/P, Turbulent quality. Swings to INFJ/P at times. Born a Pisces, much of Tearston's personality has been altered by their experiences, bu thtey still posses a deep emotional reservoir. Highly creative, great with abstract reasoning and special reasoning, Tear spends much time considering many problems. The overall personality has lead to a life of creative and intellectual pursuits.
Habits:
Hobbies: Reading, writing/RPing, PC gaming especially MMORPG's, graphic design work. Trained in martial arts from the age of 7. Is a firearms and explosives enthusiast. Is enthusiastic about all things militaria, and has a keep interest in law enforcement as well. Music - listening, spinning records and live mixing, writing music and producing in digital audio workspaces such as FL Studio (Fruity Loops). Tear has been a musician since the sixth grade, and is self-taught on a few instruments not learned in school. Singing is another hobby band while somewhat skilled, they are terribly self-conscious about singing for others. Hiking, bushcraft and survival skills. Cooking is a joy and passion, and is considered to be an art form.
Fears: Tearstone has arachnaphobia to a moderate degree. Blame watching the movie by the same name when they were little. Fears physical trauma especially surgery. This gives them the heebie-jeebies. They don't care for needles but will endure some poking and prodding. Tearstone fears leaving behind a negative legacy for their loved ones.
Dislikes:
Cards On The Table
Rp's Currently Gming: None on RPG
Rp's Currently Enjoying: None on RPG. Play by post Tabletop game on FB for Storm King's Thunder though.
Past RP's Enjoyed:
Other Places Of Interest:
Favorite Posts: Stay tuned.
Upcoming Works: The Raptor Company (a fantasy novel), Crucible, (a sci-fi novel)
History
What Brings You To Role Player Guild: Roleplay
Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild: Tearstone was a member of several play by post, forum RP's and chat RP's as well as in-game RP groups in various MMO's including World of Warcraft, Eve Online, Neverwinter Nights, Champions Online, and so on.
Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild: See above, not much has changed. Tearstone has made it through two major site crashes, but is still confident in Mahz.
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Quotes or Sayings:
Theme Song: Really?
Advice To The World: Stop. Think about what you're doing. Think about the consequences and repercussions. Love each other.
Anything Else: - Nothing right now.
Most Recent Posts
NEVERMIND... :P
I'm starting to think we need a goggle doc or a pad doc to keep track of all this.
Not sure if that's OP or not, but it would be good for a support role, and it also makes for a great Hail Mary play. Taking Aura from one or two team members, and jamming it into one person, along with Asa's to put their semblance into overcharge/overdrive.
Also, nobody wants Seilber, it seems. *pout*...
Yeah, I still need team mates so...
> **Semblance: Psycho Trick** - He can manipulate the three senses of vision, hearing, and touch. Specifically, he is able to alter them in order to create complex illusions. Such as creating copies of himself and even a form of 'active camouflage' as a few examples.
> However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance and the more intense/complex the illusions, the side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. The strength and intensity of his Semblance depends on how directly others 'interact' with him.
This semblance is very close to Seilber Vulpez's (my character) Semblance without the nasty side effects.
Salvia had woken up like most of the students there, eaten her breakfast quietly, shuffled along with the rest of the new arrivals when the announcement came to go to the cliffs. Once there she listened to Ospin's speech and readied herself. Godspear was in hand, and she was in her combat gear at this point. When the catapult launch sequence got to her, she added more force to it, using her Semblance, rocketing herself explosively over the trees which yawned below her. Wind rushed through her hair, and for a moment she was as free as a bird in flight.
As gravity began to take hold, she touched on her Semblance again, using her aura to create a collumn of pure force, raw kinetic energy. Stiffening her body out, she made the point of origin at the soles of her feet, only about a foot or so wide, and released it like a massive bullet. She accelerated forward and toward the sky again like a rock kicked by a giant boot. Grunting a little with the G-forces, her face split into a sick grin. She was cutting through the wind now, and as she flew she snagged Godspear from her belt telescoping it out and thrusting it ahead of her to pierce the rush of air, giving her a little more of an aerodynamic edge. Rolling once, she spotted the top twigs and leaves of a tree coming up ahead. With a hard flick of her wrist, she shaved the top of the tree off, then spotting where she'd be close to coming down, Salvia created another column of force, this time originating from her and toward the ground which dented and cratered as an invisible fist slammed into it, bunching up in a pile at the end of the pylon of pressure. The play of forces back and forth slowed her down, until she seemed to slide to the ground like riding the top of a rail, then rolled forward and to her feet. Quickly sweeping her spear around her she waited for a few moments to see if anything revealed itself.
Inferno, if you want to have Cyrul make contact with Seilber, I've left an opening in a post for that.
Seilber's ears had twitched as someone approached. The swish of something cutting through the air as well as the smacking crack of the crop striking flesh was heard. Seilber went to whirl to her feet, modesty a concept that never entered her head as her image shivered in place, a displacement effect. Her body and feet got tangled up in the sleeping bag and down she went, sprawling across the floor. Her Semblance created an instant replay in triplicate for anybody watching until the afterimages caught up. Her face stung with embarrassment at getting tripped up so easily. Sighing, she drummed her nails on the floor for a second before straightening the nightshirt she wore. It wasn't much good for fending off the advances of a certain reptilian Faunus. There was no telling just how far that had actually gone at this point. A stern, hard glare was leveled her way by Glenda, with a very disappointed, "I expect better from you." was levied her way.
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The short breakfast was just enough for Seilber. Never eat a full fill, or that makes you slow, sluggish, especially if you know you're going into a fight was a piece of advice that had come to her down the line. Now she stood on the cliff top on the square catapult platform like the others. She looked over at Silus for a moment, then Cyrul, and the other familiar faces. Steeling her gaze she listened to Ospin and the witch.
When the catapult was about to fire, she felt a slight vibration and braced herself. As the platform exploded upward, her coiled legs sprung as well, propelling her farther and faster, sending her into the air. She tumbled uncontrolled at first, but twisted much like a cat to flatten out, and then tucked her limbs, making herself as aerodynamic as she could be. As her flight turned into an arc she began scanning for a good spot to make her landing.
The ground was rushing up at her faster and faster, as were the trees, but she fought down the panic. She needed to be relaxed and precise for this to work. Otherwise she'd die where she landed, a broken little foxen bit of wreckage. Coming up was one tree that had relatively clear space. Extending her arms, she rolled onto her side, hooking her hands to catch the side of the tree. It swung her around, ripping G-forces through her, cracking her feet around like a whip. AS she came around the trunk, she let go and twisted, bringing her knees up to her chest. She landed on a stringy branch, but not on the top, rather on the side. It flexed under her body weight, bending before the material flexed back hard. She sprung off it like a springboard, flipping with a twist clear of the canopy, over to the next tree.
Stretching her arms above her head she caught another branch, swung once in a complete loop around it then let go to drop down, catching another branch near the bottom, braking her fall further until it was a short drop to the ground. Landing, she power-chunked... a landing technique where her legs weren't straight but bent at a shallow angle. It transitioned into a smooth forward roll, distributing what little impact force was left along her entire body. Dusting her hands off, she stretched her arms and shoulders. "Woo! That was fun," she crowed before covering her mouth. Quiet, she needed to be quiet!
Thankfully she was still facing mostly North. With that in mind she scanned around for any of her fellow students...
Uh, I hope that Seilber and Nero don't get confused with Kitsune, essentially, in this.
yeah, I kinda saw that happening.
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