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4 yrs ago
Current Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
5 yrs ago
The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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5 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
5 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
6 yrs ago
The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.

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The Harbinger of Ferocity


Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.

"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten

I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.

My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.

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I spent the majority of my time in the public education system detained in some way or another. Needless to say, I am not fond of the system, rather I developed a sense of appreciation for those few who put me to good use while I was in it. I ultimately came to have actual tutors and mentors through that circumstance, rather just teachers.
I would also note, touching on what others have before me in part, that the Advanced section expects an essentially complete pitch with most every major detail accounted for. By this I mean it is largely understood that the player pitching the idea as the topic's creator is to have all of its content ironed out and a sizable description provided in the various categories, be them the overall tone and setting, general angle of the plot, expectations of the players, posting rate and format, et cetera.

As it is in this moment, the majority of Advanced section roleplayers would take a brief glance at it, if at all as recall that it is one of the smaller writing communities here, then see it as lacking in completeness and move on from there. I would say to reconstruct the thread from scratch, delving into all the details you think pertinent and relevant, then bumping the topic with the hopes it receives some attention. Do note this is not sure fire, no guarantees anyone will be interested, but it will likely see more attention than its current incarnation, @thecatinaction.
I had assumed as much although it is always worth asking if it did hit, @Hekazu. At least now we know their Armor Class is above 9, revolutionary, I know. I am just more thankful that failed hits and fumbled attacks will not inadvertently strike allies. Now that would really have made them a pain.
The sudden appearance of the creatures responsible for the fallen bats throughout the fleeing swarm forced the hunter's arm to shield his face as he worked to draw the great blade. By the time the weapon freed itself of the last metal ring that carried it safely in its bound scabbard, the airborne vermin had already besieged them, ignoring him for whatever reason; in that moment he made no recollection of his armor being a deterrent, rather he only knew his newfound companions were attacked. Hefting the steel, the wanderer maneuvered his way through the horde of bats, some brushing into or skirting his silhouette as he waded in and found himself nearest to the half-orc. The creatures, which he feared were a threat, had by now more than proven their overt hostility. At least two latched on to the savage fighter's flesh and were tearing into him with their pointed proboscises, making the mess all the more chaotic.

Heaving back, Brannor attempted to judge the gap and pull the swing among the sea of beating, flying bodies. He snarled softly to himself through his makeshift scarf that shrouded his face and swept right to left with the point aimed at one of the offenders. In the meanwhile the priestess, toting two blades in hand, skewered and cut down those addressing her, while the cackling hyena snapped its jaws upon another still and tore it into mashed fleshy bits. All the the man had hoped now was that he missed his strike upon Orchid's body or that he ran a keen edge across the sanguivore's figure and flayed it into two. The bats however, made that even more difficult.


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Does there appear to be any risk of accidentally striking an ally when targeting a stirge and potentially failing, @Hekazu? Or does it seem safe enough to attack them without invoking any danger to the would-be aided companion?
This I have bore witness to as well, @Rawk, so there is even more substance to @Gunther's claim. A related fact is, is that I find people generally concerned with things that are not relevant, say media and pop culture, rather than anything fundamentally important and worth actually knowing. Some take these things alarmingly more serious and in-depth than they do facets of their livelihood, such as their occupation.
You would be correct, @Gunther, although to me it is far, far more strange that people are not intrinsically aware of this.
I habitually prefer to keep to corners and avoid large open spaces. Woodland is preferable to purely open ground, in example, and I skirt the edges of large rooms, better still those nearest exits. There is something innately unsettling about the alternative and I am not sure how people can comfortably exist in them.
Thank you both, @Gunther, @Liv, and even yet receiving official recognition from the office of President of the United States is still significant, especially for academic achievement. No small accomplishment, stamp or not.

For the unrelated but essential fact, in keeping with the topic, one of the elements I dread most about roleplaying is naming my characters. I do not enjoy the process of trying to formulate a name and almost always find myself second guessing it for the reason it just does not "feel" ideal in some terribly nondescript, inexplicable way.
I have earned and received further recognition and promotion yet again. What is to make this accomplishment even better is that not only was it unknown to me, I was hand selected. Better still, the specific noted accomplishment that christened the decision will be a matter that will appear in one the United States' historical research centers, becoming part of history.
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