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The Lost Soul, The Lonely God, The Weeping Angel
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So if you've made it this far you have an interest in me and my writing.
I'm human, unfortunately.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
If I had a choice, I'd be dead. But I've tried that, and it didn't work out.
I write on several forum groups under a couple different names.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
Yes, I've died. Like full on CPR resurrection dead. God kicked me out.
I'm human, unfortunately.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
If I had a choice, I'd be dead. But I've tried that, and it didn't work out.
I write on several forum groups under a couple different names.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
Yes, I've died. Like full on CPR resurrection dead. God kicked me out.
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i'd say assume Dracula got lost in the Veil...
as for Sandstorm we could just push him along and he can be angry later? if he comes back
as for Sandstorm we could just push him along and he can be angry later? if he comes back
yeah i hate them as well, but i do have the talent trees and loved those. :)
i've played pathfinder (5+ Years) and Edge of Empire, but not this speccific version.
what is starting level? 0? 1? 2? 3?
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Forum: Free Roleplay
anybody posting IC soon?
anybody posting IC soon?
Professor:
Alaina: Nephilim
Sitting in the Social Workers Office she didn’t rock her heels anymore. She didn’t have hopefully spirits or a smile, the chipper cheerful kids avoided her.
She was being kicked out of another house. Reaching into her bag she popped open the bottle and took four pills for the day. They didn’t work, it was stupid.
Nothing stopped the voice, the screaming in her head. Being in forests and lakes helped a lot, at least it wass softer and quieter there, but school or crowded places made it worse.
It was really bad when she was sure she was hearing what people said in their heads. ‘Useless child.’ ‘Poor kid.’ ‘She’s faking it.’ ‘Attention seeker.’ ‘Glory Hound.’ ‘Cheater.’ That came from the class after she got a hundred the day after transferring to a new school.
The original cops thought she’d killed her family during a psychotic break. Until her stomach had been pumped. No bite mark matches, no stomach contents of human flesh. She didn’t have the height, or strength, to do what had been done.
The cops and social workers were usually thinking she’d last until she was eighteen and then she wasn’t their problem anymore. Nobody wanted to help her, they just wanted her to go away.
So she did. One night after her new ‘house and family’ were asleep she slid from her bedroom window and vanished into the night.
The next day and Police officer and a Federal agent (A Knight and a prophet) showed up. Nine hours….. if she had waited just nine more hours.
Sitting in the Social Workers Office she didn’t rock her heels anymore. She didn’t have hopefully spirits or a smile, the chipper cheerful kids avoided her.
She was being kicked out of another house. Reaching into her bag she popped open the bottle and took four pills for the day. They didn’t work, it was stupid.
Nothing stopped the voice, the screaming in her head. Being in forests and lakes helped a lot, at least it wass softer and quieter there, but school or crowded places made it worse.
It was really bad when she was sure she was hearing what people said in their heads. ‘Useless child.’ ‘Poor kid.’ ‘She’s faking it.’ ‘Attention seeker.’ ‘Glory Hound.’ ‘Cheater.’ That came from the class after she got a hundred the day after transferring to a new school.
The original cops thought she’d killed her family during a psychotic break. Until her stomach had been pumped. No bite mark matches, no stomach contents of human flesh. She didn’t have the height, or strength, to do what had been done.
The cops and social workers were usually thinking she’d last until she was eighteen and then she wasn’t their problem anymore. Nobody wanted to help her, they just wanted her to go away.
So she did. One night after her new ‘house and family’ were asleep she slid from her bedroom window and vanished into the night.
The next day and Police officer and a Federal agent (A Knight and a prophet) showed up. Nine hours….. if she had waited just nine more hours.
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