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4 yrs ago
Current looks like we're back again maybe possibly
4 yrs ago
damn you ever come back somewhere after a year and be like "fuck. i'm a totally different person now"
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5 yrs ago
i am fucking ASCENDANT tonight lads
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6 yrs ago
that feel when you have to write and memorize a 90 second monologue in japanese by tomorrow (hahahaha kill me)
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6 yrs ago
tfw you're like "eh, i don't need a flu shot, i'll be fine" and then you get the flu
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22-year-old trans plural entity who came back here on a lark after being gone for like a year (she/her | it/its)

really unsure what else to put here honestly. uhhh

BLM, ACAB, trans rights are human rights

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Re: fey/changeling: That'd work pretty well, actually. IIRC fey are pretty good at convincing people by talking, so that'd work out nicely. I'll edit my sheet accordingly.
Name: Antoni Entrerios.

Age: 20.

Gender: Male.

Race: Changeling (believes himself to be human).

Physical Description: Antoni is preternaturally tall (almost 7' 0"), and far thinner than anyone has any right to be, with bones showing against his skin almost everywhere. He has short brown hair, a mild tan, a large, pointed nose, and an eternally nervous expression. Most people that meet him assume that he's starving, rather than merely having barely enough skin to go around. Due to his height, he tends to wear whatever he can, which leads to an eclectic assortment of t-shirts, jeans, and especially baggy sweaters.

Personality: Kinda awkward, but nice enough. Stutters a bit, and has been that way since birth. Has garnered a reputation as a bit paranoid, mostly because he is. Very much a crowd-pleaser (at least, that's what he tries to be). Strangely enough, Antoni is a very good public speaker; he keeps the stutter, but all of his nervousness seems to melt away.

History: Antoni grew up in a small town in Catalonia, Spain, which was located between two rivers that split before they entered the town, then became one again as they left, making it a pseudo-island. Antoni was no different from any other child, save for his magical talent. His childhood was mostly that of a normal kid, though he was raised by his father, since his mother skipped out on them when Antoni was 1. He also had the addition of practicing his unique, water-based magic whenever he got a chance. He had always harbored an interest in other cultures and languages, and since there weren't any good colleges for that sort of thing nearby, he decided to go to college in Eagle Rock after hearing that their language program was particularly extensive. He's gotten an apartment near one of the nearby shallow lakes, and has a job at a bookstore in town. However, there's something Antoni doesn't know about himself; he's actually a changeling, and his mother was one of the more benevolent Winter fey (which isn't saying much), hence his affinity for water.

Skills: Public speaking, running, and speaking other languages (though understanding them is an entirely different story).

Powers: Antoni is a fairly good focused mage, specializing in water magic. His spells aren't affected by running water like other wizards, but to compensate, they're much less powerful. His best spell is to create a small jet of water and throw it at someone with force enough to take off someone's head, but it drains him quite a bit, so he tries to stick to things like a water whip, a la Katara. His magic is also useful for such things as healing magic (though the afflicted area needs to be wet for it to work), breathing underwater (only for a few minutes though), power over ice and water vapor (less powerful than plain water though), and various mundane utilities like chilling drinks and cleaning laundry.

Other: Has a knife that his parents gave him when he was a kid that he uses as both a keepsake and a focus. There's also a handy enchantment on it that lets it act as an impromptu flashlight. He's also fluent in Catalonian and Spanish, has a good enough grasp of English to understand his professors, and uses words in Basque to cast his spells, though he can't speak it outside those few words. His favorite drink is root beer.
I was waiting for Charak to post his simulation before doing mine, but if it's needed I can go ahead and post.
I'll see about getting a sheet in tomorrowish.
>mfw i forgot

This is still a work in progress, but I'm planning on making her a hedge witch, of sorts; someone who'll do just the right sort of ritual or sell you the right talisman, but for a price.

Name: Boudicca Belmont.

Age: 25.

Gender: Female.

Race: Elf.

Mark of the demon: Many people would assume that Boudicca's iris-less eyes are her demonic mark. However, this is not the case; she actually has aniridia, an eye disease characterized by the lack of an iris in someone's eye, as well as by severe vision problems. Her actual mark is easily mistaken for a birthmark; it's a large, reddish stain splashed across her neck, which extends all the way down her body and ends roughly around her abdomen.

Profession: Boudicca is a witch. More specifically, she's a witch who can provide you with just the right talisman or chant the right ritual to fix your current woe(s) - for a price, of course. Oftentimes that price takes the form of gathering what ingredients she doesn't have, and an appropriate amount of money.

Appearance: Boudicca, contrary to what one might think of a witch, does not look very menacing. She's fairly short and waifish, with a complexion so pale she looks rather sickly. Her hair is an interesting mix of blond and black, woven together. One of them is her original hair color, but she won't say which. She also, as mentioned, has aniridia, giving her eyes the appearance of being totally black, as well as her demonic mark, which is commonly mistaken for a birthmark. She almost never smiles, and has a rather bad case of resting bitch face. However, she carries herself in a very dignified fashion, which gives the impression of being more dangerous than she really is. Finally, while her clothes are unremarkable, she has a special belt around her waist that she keeps several small potions in, in the case of an attack, which these days has become more and more frequent. She's also stronger than she looks, which admittedly isn't much. She's about as strong as your average human.

Personality: (give an impression of what this character is like on a normal day.)

Bio:

Equipment: Her belt has several potions in it. The majority have a fast-acting liquid toxin in them, one has a "bullet time" potion, and the last few have a healing potion. All the containers are glass, which lets her huck the poisons at enemies. She has the knowledge of how to make more kinds of potions, but ingredients are hard to come by nowadays.

Notes: (anything relevant that does not fall under another category)
Gahhh! Damn writer's block! I can't think of anything to post that isn't only a couple sentences long. I mean, it's a start, but I think the actual post will have to wait for a bit. I know Maria's gonna offer everyone candy though, with maybe an herbal one for Otto.
Oooooh! This looks really cool! Definitely interested!
I'm also pretty interested.
Camryn was near the back of the crowd of students, idly admiring the Duel Runners that were parked nearby. Apparently the first person to get their Speed Spells was also the unluckiest; he had gotten exactly three, and all of them had to do with discarding. Camryn grimaced. If his cards were indicative of what everyone else's would be like, this class was going to be interesting. Upon hearing her name called, her head popped up, and she made her way through the crowd with many a muttered "Excuse me" and "Sorry." She took her Speed Spells gladly, and said to the teacher "Sorry about making fun of your Riding Suit, Mr. Cellrate. I honestly didn't know what it was." After his response to her apology, she left to find her changing booth, and discovered that it was waaaay at the end of the row, tucked into a corner. She went inside, and, thankful that the room wasn't all gross like so many other changing rooms she'd experienced, shut the door and started to change into her riding suit.
That moment when you look back at your DN decks and realise...

You have 56 XD


Pshh, bruh, I've got close to 100.
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