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3 yrs ago
Current I play both sides so that I always lose.
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3 yrs ago
Can your Father still claim you if the Mail Man delivered you?
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3 yrs ago
I challenge you to a game of Paradox Billiards Vostroyan Roulette Forth Dimentional Hypercube Chess Strip Poker!!!
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3 yrs ago
So I realized that the highest honor anyone can get is not to get a Nobel Peace prize, nor getting your name taught throughout history. It's being made into an Anime Character with giant boobs.
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3 yrs ago
So where do I go after Elysium? I just made it through after beating a Chad-dude and his giant burly friend with horns at a break dancing contest.

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About me:
I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)

I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.

I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).

PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)

The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.

Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.

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The Phoenix Hawk took the lowest amount of hits in these couple of moments, if anything, there was hoping for more on his side to take some away from his comrades, yet Tarak didn't mind any. This just meant that he had more armor and hell to give. The Phoenix Hawk Jumped up from the kick from the Hunchback and took a few short-range missiles from the Panther, yet was not shifted or moved. It was time to continue the move and force them into a choice, as from that Jump the Phoenix Hawk shot up and away as it fired off its jump jets. Flying up and over the enemy and landed down onto CC9.

The moment the Phoenix Hawk touched down, it slid and turned on the icy ground, as the Phoenix Hawk took up its weapons and fired all of them directly into the back of the Hunchback. Letting loose the withheld malice within his laser weapons. Multiple green lasers began to launch out as they ripped through the cold air with screeches and whistles as the intense heat melted the snow and heated the air in an instant.

The lasers were to try and force the Hunchback to decide, death by lasers from the back or turn and get torn apart by missiles and the Von Luckner's cannon. Within the Phoenix Hawk known as the Black Phoenix, the pilot sat with music blazing yet was still. The pilot was unmoving, like a statue that only moved every now and again to activate the mech's controls. There was no motions from fury, anxiety, worry, nothing, just a cold unmoving machine. Yet for every little emotion the machine within had, the mech that was exposed to the heat of the weapons and the cold of the air exploded with unmatched emotion.











After that one powerful shot, the Phoenix Hawk was set slightly off-balanced yet not stopped. Within the quiet pilot took hold of his controls, and leaned forward. The Phoenix Hawk began to move, one step forward was then a small tilt, then from that tilt another step as the mech took another step. Slowly but surely, the mech continued forward. Gaining speed quickly as the mech began to slam its feet faster and faster as it began to move quite a distance in a short time.

Once the Phoenix Hawk hit the start of the bridge, it aimed and fired Lasers at the Panther another time. More sickly green energy poured from the lasers, almost as if the witch had cursed them with such malice that it aimed to corrupt everything it touched. As even with a little bit of the energy hitting some of the stone beyond the enemy mechs were gashed deep. Almost like giant claws lashing and cutting anything in its way. The Large and medium lasers sought out the Panther for that one moment before the Phoenix Hawk contained the deep malice that was held within its guns. As there was no longer line of sight for the Phoenix Hawk to hit Panther.

Once the lasers are fired, the mech begins to full-on run across the bridge. Hanging precariously close to the edge as the Phoenix Hawk ran on the very edge of the bridge to save on time to get to the front as quickly as possible. Trying to take heat for his other mechs and possibly set up a great move as it's jump jets began to spark to life.











Calm and quiet, Tarak was silently waiting. Toasty and calm, he sat within, ready for the moment for action to begin. Snow began to cover the Phoenix Hawk in a thin layer of white, as within, Tarak slowly began to nod his head, slow and calm, quietly, he listened and watched, all in his own world. His eyes were completely peeled and ready, as even the slight movement of the snow did not escape his eyes.

Then the first of their targets came forth, an unknown mech, yet one that would quickly be dealt with if the need came down, next was the emch they waited for, the Firestarter himself. Yet Tarak waited, quietly as his head continued to nod as he slowly waited for the shooting to start. It was to be a giant orchestra started by one movement.

Everyone was preparing to fire, and everyone began to pick targets quietly, for Tarak he could not keep a full target on the Firestart quite sad, truthfully he would wish to put both his large laser and both small lasers on it, however, he did find another target. The uninvited Panther who seemed to carry a pretty nasty weapon, yet it would mean nothing if it was dead.



It was a cacophony of destruction as the Green Knights all at once opened fire, the Phoenix Hawk took aim and fired its' Large laser rifle to bear down onto the Panther, hopefully in center mass (this is the free hit), as the Phoenix Hawk's small lasers followed suit.

It was then, the once red lasers fired a pure bluish hue that seemed almost unstable. The laser almost seemed to have weight, as the laser fired the beam seemed to rip the air apart, any snow flying by wasn't melted but turned into puffs of white souls that seemed to cry out.

Tarak was quiet, the drumming of the song pounded through his chest as the Phoenix Hawk let out the deep and strong drumming from its' mounted stereo system. The curse of hatred, the black magic casted upon his weapons, was much casted upon the user.
In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions/Mentions: Arlen @SilverPaw
Equipment: A set of sturdy clothing, the wonky ring of disguise that enlarges the ears of the user, and his dog tags.




Ismael took off his cloak and tunic that had a large slash and took a shirt from one of the men who was taken out in a less than gruesome way and put his shirt on. "Yeah, it'd be nice to see something other than the dark alley. I think getting something to eat would be nice".

Once Ismael had put on the new shirt and his cloak once more, he collected whatever of value he could get and then put it into a bag before he slapped Arlen on the back. "Come on, we don't wanna get caught up here". Ismael laughed before he continued, "I think I saw a place a ways away where Tanathil had taken me to shop, that puts some distance between us and here".

Ismael then began to do a light jog before he hit the street and then began to walk, trying to look normal while also keeping a solid and slightly quick pace. Because no matter what, something was gonna be happening soon and he did not want to be caught up in the aftermath of them fighting in the alley.


Into the Void




While the city had been meet with such destruction, the Dowager Queen and Wesca are in full flight, nearing the edge of the city, glancing back at the destruction wrought by their avarice, cruelty, and selfishness.

Ayla will need to be plucked from the space between reality and the VOID, but who will do it? Who will risk a trip they may never return from?

The city is about to suffer a great calamity, such as it has never witnessed before. Who will save it?

Then, from the ruins, emerges a hero. His name is Cozesteo and, mere days ago, he was like any other man.


















Cozesteo's Revelation












In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions/Mentions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Amisra @Tae, & Arlen @SilverPaw
Equipment: A set of sturdy clothing, the wonky ring of disguise that enlarges the ears of the user, and his dog tags.




Ismael let out a sigh one the thugs began to run, Ismael rose from his once kneeling position and began to look to the others. Once to Amisra noticing that she had taken it bad then to Tanithil as he began to carry her, Ismael gave a nod to the Tanithil and said, "Yeah, make sure she will be alright".

Ismael then began to head to the people who now laid on the floor and began to see what they had on them as he called out, "So what next? We ain't got anything to do and we are in port for a while". Ismael did a light shrug as he said, "I'd say we should take what we can here, clean up, and head off somewhere else and do something to not be so easily tied to this".



Location:
"Uncle Mack's" Industrial Scrapyard
Property of Maxwell Metals Incorporated
A subsidiary of the Aqua Vitae Corporation
100 km south of Geom Haebyon
150 km northwest of Fort Tie
Date/Time:
26 March, 3030
Interactions:
Reya @Pilatus, and The Green Knights
Gear:
His clothing: Boots, long-sleeved shirt, pants, gloves, holstered handgun with 20 rounds


Tarak was at work on his mech, he wore down multiple parts during the almost insane run he and Ziska took. Much of the leg armor was worn and broken more towards the feet, yet the Phoenix Hawk could still fly. Tarak knew he ran his machine hard, yet he tried his best to keep it operational, he had spent much of his time off working now. He ran the machine to its bones at this point, field repairs and low level fixing was some of what could be done for the poor machine, yet it still ran.

Tarak had just finished some of the leg repairs he needed to do from his interesting mountain surfing. He threw his tools into his toolbox and began to head down where he saw Reya seeming to be waiting for him. Tarak made his way over, "Hey~! Oh, I wasn't doing much until you came around". Tarak spoke with a bit of playfulness as he wore a smile. Reya was important, someone who seemed so different to Tarak they could quite literally be described as people who lived in 2 different worlds, even while stuck on the same one. She was…someone who interested him, he couldn't explain it, but he felt strange around her, at times he could feel at ease with her, other times he felt almost caught for words.

However Tarak's attention was caught to the side as multiple people began running to the makeshift hut that showed holovids. Tarak gestured over as they made their way and watched the Holovid as he saw the horror that was on the screen, then came the roar of the Colonel. Tarak took a breath in and hardened his face, his face seemed to be that of anger as he turned to head to the briefing. There the briefing was filled with questions, everyone worried about the names of the Green Knights, the politics of it, but Tarak didn't care about any of that.

An ambush was to be set, combat and fighting, no combat would say there would be actual resistance. That was not what this was to be, The Colonel put it best, this was to be an execution, Tarak gave a nod, nothing more for himself. He was not one to ask questions, just get results, he was almost always like that. It wouldn't matter, the mission comes first, thoughts and emotions come second. He turned to Reya, however, and said to her, "Good luck, be safe". Tarak's hardened face softened slightly just a moment, worry was there on his once stern and near cold face.


Student Magic Specializations



❖ Desmond Catulus: 3 1 1 4 3 0 0 0 0 0 2


Classes taken for Year 2 Semester 1-

Chemical and Magnetic class

LN206: An Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Xochi
SK205: Blacksmithing, Metalworking, & Chainmaking
SK202: Big Game Tracking, Hunting, and Capture
AC203: Cartographical Practice and Measurement

Magnetic (+1) Arcane Binding Chemical (+1) Kinetic Atomic Blood Temporal Dark Command Primordial







Once Desmond was cuffed and brought to his feet, he knew what was coming. The law never liked those who were 'one of them' to be attacked. Men who were the 'law' had died, and those who were 'one of them' wanted blood. Desmond knew, he could feel it in every blow that landed on him. For Desmond, punishment was not something he was adverse to, with his armor softened every blow, and his body already hardened, these were nothing. He couldn't say anything for those with him, all Desmond could do was hope they'd shut up, but that wasn't something that would stop them from throwing more blows, it would just stop them from escalating the punishment.

In the city, Desmond felt the heat bare down on his head, the feeling of blows across his body, and chanting. 'Oh, what a time to remember'. Desmond's mind wandered, he had thought this would be the right thing, but was it truly? Why was he here? He couldn't tell anyone, he couldn't even think of why himself. But he had an old memory, the chanting and the clattering of chains. He was a small boy, no older than 8 as he was lifting a stone and setting it down to make a wall. Connected to other children and younger men and women, they were on barren lands with piles of stone being made by other young men and women. Everyone looked tired, dirty, unwell, and without food or water. But they had one thing, a strange hum, one reminiscent to the chanting he was hearing around him.

Desmond quietly hummed to himself, lost in that memory, it was something nice, strangly, maybe it was the last thing he remembered of his mother or father. Or maybe it was just a simple time, one where he felt…normal. The humming reminded him of a time…a time long past. Before memories began and faded, covered in a smoke long forgotten, it was calming in it's own way. Calming to a child, but he had forgotten the words of the song, only the hums remained, yet it was enough for him. It felt like a memory, or like a dream, maybe it was trying to remind him of something.

Yet before he could ever remember, he felt a strike to the back of his head, and it returned Desmond to his present moment. The chanting, the unbearable heat, his current position. An officer who was able to speak Avincian came and let out a laugh and began to chant, "You are fuck". The other officers began to crow the same, Desmond chuckled to himself, he knew they had to be mimicking someone, and there is a possibility of who it was. But it did not matter, they pushed them further and continued to taunt, even with the taunting, it meant nothing, until they brought up others. Desmond's teeth gritted as he nearly snapped out at them, but he let it go, they could try, but Desmond knew they could both handle themselves.

They were finally pushed into a large hall, with a man in bold colored clothing, an imposing height among Cazenax, and a strong aura, Desmond knew this man must have been a 'big wig'. And as he spoke, his words told Desmond everything with his words, Desmond smiled as he spoke, "Good, I wouldn't want you". Another strike landed upon Desmond as he was pushed off into a long corridor to somewhere unknown.

Desmond and Tku were the first to be thrown unceremoniously into a small cell, next came the Sirrahi who nearly filled the cell on their own. Desmond began to look around the cell, nothing, not a single inkling of energy within. Only thick stone walls, and a bucket, that has a bit of a smell. Desmond shook his head as he began to hear one of the Sirrahi wail and cry out. It was the other more stoic one to introduce themselves, and Desmond reciprocated, "Well, Gisté-Luno, wish we could have met in better conditions, but, either way, I'm Desmond. Desmond Catulus".

The wailing of the other Sirrahi continued, between the two, he could see similarities of people he knew. The younger much more like some of the kids he knew, many of the Rat Bastards were quite similar in that way. Allowing something to happen, for fear of being caught in further trouble. The older of the two, Gisté-Luno, seemed to be ready, standing for what he believed, even in the face of danger. Desmond chuckled to himself, seeing his own restraints and thinking, did he really stand for what he believed in.

Desmond talked lightly among the cell, to Tku asking for if he was alright. To Gisté-Luno to tell him a bit more on Nyax-Acan, maybe even knowledge upon the An Zenui. Just something to pass the time, as silence is often more deafening than the roars of your own demise. Yet no matter the talks, Desmond kept tabs on the energies around him, he want to know, needed to know, what is happening around him. A nervous tick that's never left him, he could feel the countless bodies shifting and moving into a larger chamber, sounds continued to build as often it is an ample energy source when larger groups began to form. The heat within stayed neutral most likely the work of magics of those within. Soon the energy grew even more, what would have been an ample energy source became a near blinding sensation. Soon.

What was unexpected was when someone came to their cell, a smaller demon who Desmond and Tku had met before, the Imp, Naxos. When Naxos broke the ice Desmond chuckled and said, "Yeah, it doesn't look that good ya know".

Desmond then began to laugh, "Well ain't that some good luck that you're a lawyer, we needed one of those". Desmond let Naxos continue to talk, listening in and then eventually he gave a light nod before Naxos left.



Gorgeous Gowns and Heavy Gavels



A minute after Naxos left 6 guards threw open the cell door and began to charge in, grabbing onto each of them and pulled them out. Throwing them to the ground as they began to have bags thrown onto their heads and ropes tightened upon the necks, nearly enough to bruise alone. Desmond felt himself then lifted by his wrist bindings and kicked in his side and was yelled at, "UP".

They were brought into the large hall, it filled with bodies, and many more outside and further he could feel. This was going to be something, something that would change everything in this city. Desmond could feel it in his bones, it could have also been the multiple pieces of garbage, bones, and even rocks that were thrown onto them. Desmond did not let himself flinch.

Soon he was forced into his seat, having his hand bindings undone before they were then bound to his chair. Naxos quickly spoke to them, reassuring them they had a good case, which made Desmond slightly more assured. Talking began to happen, however most of the talking seemed to hush itself. The excitement seemed even more growing and then finally their bags were removed. When the bags were ripped off, Desmond felt the bag get grabbed and ripped, the rope wasn't untightened, and it felt as if they tried to rip his head off. Yet Desmond kept his head steady, he kept himself solid. Especially in front of 'his eminence', Nyax Acan.

Desmond saw the quick and decisive work of Nyax-Acan, from simply looking upon the woman, he deduced the entire situation. The Sirrahi were proven innocent in a moment, the woman escorted out, and multiple others seemed to almost run rampant with murmurs and sent out as well. Leaving the place deathly quiet for what came next.

Police died, and someone had to pay for the crime, Nyax-Acan made it very clear and then had his gaze fall upon Desmond, and asked him, who really did it, and why did Desmond take the fall. All that happened was a smile was left on Desmond's face, as he looked to Nyax-Acan, and he opened his mouth…
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