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    1. TheMinorFall 9 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current To those who would be interested, I’ve not been on here because I’m trying to establish a role playing server on discord. If you’d like to join me there, my discord is Kai#2189 send me a message!
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8 yrs ago
If you fight monsters for too long, you become one.
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8 yrs ago
Sorry for being absent as of late. But I will be returning in a few days to rp again! See you all then ;P
9 yrs ago
Gearing up to get started with one or two new threads!

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As a role player, I like to play my characters in a way that enthralls others. If I can make people care about my character and what happens to him/her, then I feel I have succeeded. My play style is very much about having fun, but its also about challenging others to make choices and grow their characters.

I am a military member without many ways to outlet the stress of life, so I come to role playing to get away and get lost in the worlds we create. I love to write and I have been doing it for years. I'm not afraid to hop into a super serious, super in-depth thread, nor am I afraid to take part in your typical high school RP. If it interests me, I want to jump in and start driving the story.

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@shylarahlol, that's the cool part. He is kinda. In a way. Shh, just post
Reference picture! Just ignore the proportion issues in the drawing. I'm bad at drawing usually .-.

@shylarahKetsuoana, who had been completely masked both in chakra and from Amune's Sight suddenly spoke, and with his words came a sudden and intense conspicuousness. His power dwarfed Tsitua's a hundred times over. He was shorter than their leader by a couple inches, but equal in muscle mass. A quartered circle with a 'Z' centered on it was branded on his chest along with some tattooed inscriptions. He had thick, black, buzzed hair and experienced features. He was old. Very old. Even though he didn't look it, his age was so great that Amuné would be able to sense the very concept of thousands of years passed in him. His eyes were pitch black, excluding a thin whit circle with an equally white spec for a pupil. She would feel that he could see right to her very core. He could see things she couldn't even comprehend. He wore a pair of loose pants that were strapped down at the calf just above bare feet. The black fabric was clearly Asian in origin, almost like what some kind of monk might wear. It was held to his waist by a wide, obi- like belt with the same insignia printed on it as was scarred on his chest.

He regarded her with an unreadable expression and said simply, "Silence, Mae." He was looking at Amuné, but Mae received the message. Hearing his deep, rugged voice, she immediately dropped to one knee, as one would to a king, and replied.

"Apologies, Lord Ketsuoana."

Ket's presence and ease of focus immediately overpowered the youn Seer's imbalance, settling the waters of her chakra almost immediately. He couldn't help her mood, but he wasn't about to let her energy go haywire. After this he turned his gaze to the firey-haired woman and spoke again.

"You know nothing of being hunted for your entire life. To be sought with intent to harness your power. You are weak, and therefore have no say."

"Understood, Lord Ketsuoana." She replied quickly, lowering her head even further.

"No, it is not." He retorted. His eyes went back to Amuné. She was likely surprised at a being of his stature appearing seemingly from nowhere, but he could see that she was accustom to surprise; even if she had, for the first time, never Seen him ever appearing at all. He was above time itself, and was one of three beings in the physical realm that exsisted outside the strings of fate.

He was Lord Ketsuoana Zerusealious.

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Orion had an angrily confident look on his face, not that she could see it, but his tone conveyed it, "Not quite." He said, placing one hand on the girl's head. She had come to be like a little sister in his eyes within the last day or so. He moved his hand behind her head and pulled it to his chest in another embrace. "You haven't seen the half of what the Circle is capable of. We will win." And with that he released her and left. He would meet Cain and go back to the ship to report his intel.
@shylarahlol I'm not a doctor, but I'll discuss that in a less public setting :3
@shylarah hashtag military life. Btw thank you for not being annoying today. Don't get me wrong I like being recognized for what I do but hearing "thank you for your service" a billion times get old real fast. Idk if you know me well enough at this point that you did that on purpose, but I'm appreciative all the same lol.
@shylarah"A few years." Mae said. She would have cut the girl off if she hadn't trailed into thought of her next word. "You guys shared something didn't you? You're the Seer he was talking about." She deduced. Everyone was aware of why Amuné was there. "He must have shown you then." She added, executing a series of strikes before turning to the girl. She gave Amuné a serious look, "We all lose people. Eric and I lost a kid. Victor and his siblings lost their parents. But Tsitua... he feels deeper. He clings to his grief because he's the leader here. Maybe it's because he's mostly human, but in any case he's genuine. And you're lack of trust in him is insulting. I can see you holding back, and I can tell you now, if some thing happened to you he would be even more broken than he already is. You bear a small resemblance to Zeela, sure, but your chakras feel exactly the same."

Mae took a moment to calm down before adding, "Zeela was my friend. And I don't want what happened to her to happen to anyone. She would have yelled at me for talking to you like that..." she went back to hitting the bag in frustration.

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"Orion Frost." The ghoul responded weakly. "And don't thank us. We weren't fast enough." His eyes went to the bodies, then up to Cera's ruby gaze. He broke the eye contact abruptly.

He knelt down with her, grasping her hand in his. He said no words, but conveyed his message with a gesture. He released her hand and retrieved the mask from the kid's work locker. Apparently he hadn't taken it home yet. He went back to Cera and Bart's side and inscribed the fallen ghoul's name onto the inside of the mask with a piece of broken glass.

Slowly he donned his old badge of shame and rose to his feet, "Cera, we have work to do."
@shylarahyeah but I'm also a secondary supervisor of a medical administrative office... lol

It's fine, they can stay. I just need Amuné and Jareth 👍🏻
@Dusksongedit complete, enjoy! Let me know if I over stepped. I assumed the chancellor would be in her office. Also, Des would know her actual name, so could I please have that? :3
@DusksongI still want you to rp the chancellor, just making sure you're okay with me bringing in this new OC
I just need to stop biting off so much. Between this and my other threads and my personal writing across three blogs or so, I tend to need a few days sometimes just to write something for you. :/
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