HanomaiI DIDED THE POST EARLY.
YAY.
Also, I updated Sebastian's CS with new appearance. Found a set that I enjoyed a lot more.
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STATUS: That moment when you sit down to do a 15 minute picture manipulation and it's an hour and a half later. 9 yrs ago
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That moment when you sit down to do a 15 minute picture manipulation and it's an hour and a half later.
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Currently working on the OOC for the Legend of the Crimson Dusicyon.
9 yrs ago
"We make our choices, and take what comes. And sooner or later, in ways we can't always fathom, the consequences come back to us" ~ Daud
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Busy busy busy. So nice to be writing on a deep level again.
9 yrs ago
Those that have RP'd with me lately, please take a gaze at my Bio. I finally got around to updating it.
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"I burn endlessly, an intextinguishable inferno within the depths of a storm of passion and grace." Septimus Aureous, Captain of the Turian Frigate: Elysium
I've been roleplaying and writing for a little over half my life, and I'm 22. If I come across as cynical, picky, overly willing to write a huge CS, very inquisitive, and even ready to drop an RP out of nowhere, I apologize. I've seen way too many RPs look good only to end up smashing face first into the dirt with almost no explanation to it. I tend to see an impending crash coming from a mile away and will jump ship long before the water reaches my feet.
I enjoy most genres, including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Magic-fantasy, fandom-reworks, modern, sci-fantasy, and most things under the sun. No. I'm not going to partake in highschool or pony or anime roleplays. Outside of those, I tend to take a part in most of what peaks my interest or curiosity.
I am currently involved in an RP surrounding the exploits of the Crimson Dusicyon and her pirate crew.
As well as continuing the adventures of the manic crew of the harpoon in an infinite quest for dat poon tang.
I am currently working on several short stories that I tend to flip back and forth on depending on where I'm leaning.
I'm working on a story involving an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper trapped beneath a hundred kilos of rubble and, with her life mere hours away from being extinguished, she lets her mind wander to her past and her experiences with the dangerous anti-UNSC terrorists. I've taken to call this: Halo ODST: Rebellion.
I am also working on my most deeply thought out world and story: Sonnet of a Damned Cowboy. A story taking place hundreds of years in the future, where the earth is a barren desert due to the earth being cooked alive. The survivors make their own stories as they drive huge caravans of huge mechs called Lancers and deliver supplies from one town to another.
Finally, I am working on a Fallout based story taking place in the frozen north of Canada, old survivors of the Enclave's oppression struggle to survive in the relentless cold. Battle hardened, tired, and cold. They all know that the smallest of mistakes in the frozen wastes will be almost certain death.
Enjoy your day!
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The lights from the multiple torches and candles in the steam-powered vessel blinded Sebastian as the hood he was forced to wear was removed. His eyes soon adjusted and he heard the rustling of chains and shackles around him, dozens of people have been taken it seems. Sebastian shook his head of the pain that struck his right temple, though it bit at him slightly. One of the few places left on him that felt pain. Damn high-guard know where to strike. He was silent as the guards when by removing the hoods on everybody's head one by one. The steam vessel they were in, prison ship more like it, was a large one, able to hold hundreds easily. Most likely was the primary vessel to transport prisoners to Rook Island Maximum Security penitentiary, a place smack dab in the middle of the Dead Zone. The only place on the whole of Planet Arcadia where there is no such thing as magic or electronics. Used originally as an offering to the Tenau before war was declared. Now it's discreetly used by both to offload prisoners of war.
The whole ship was powered by steam and lit by torches and oil lanterns. Crude and inneffective, but it was one of the few technologies that could work in the dead zone. He tried to stretch a bit as his bones were starting to creak from the disuse, but his hands were bound. They were made of crude iron unfortunately and he would be able to break out of them very easily, but he'd have to wait until nobody was looking. Just to try a test, he bent them slightly to make sure his body still worked. Upon nearly breaking the chain, he affirmed it. There were screams of a woman down the line as she pleaded for an answer as to why she was taken captive. It was quickly turned into begging for her life as the guard pulled a gun on her then was silenced as a bang echoed throughout the ship. "Damn" he said to nobody in particular. "Next thing you know a child will yell out for her mother-and there it is. Poor kid." Just as a guard came to smack him to be quiet, the whole ship lurched as something giant hit them. All was frozen for a minute as everybody started to look around, as if thinking the previous hit was but a dream.
Something went off in the back of his mind, a warning, premonition...something. It forced him into action and Sebastian stood up then, breaking out of his iron shackles and grabbing the nearby guard, yelling "GET DOWN" in the process. Just as he dragged the guard to the ground, the ship lurched again, but this time broke through. A torpedo of some sort blew open the side of the hull, letting the dark blue ocean pour through. The water filled up the lower deck quickly, many of the prisoners were shackled to the wall and were drowned quickly. Sebastian would have too if he didn't have a resperator built into his damn lungs. The fact that he couldn't swim made it even worse for him. He tried to save as many as he could, focusing on the women and children that were here, but he didn't save many. The guards helped as best as they could, but they were only human. From the upper decks, guards in hydro suits joined in the rescue, with respirators as well, they didn't bother helping the remaining prisoners gasping for breath as the ship started to go down. One broke free and was trying to fight to take a guards' weapon to protect himself. Sebastian tried to make his way over to the remaining prisoners as they pulled against their chains, but another explosion against the hull sent him hurling upwards and into the ceiling. He hit his head on the ceiling and went black.
The next thing he knew, he felt the sun beating down onto his body and hot sand underneath his head and neck. Opening his eyes, he was once again blinded, but this time by the unrelenting sun. He lifted up his arm to shield his eyes from the ultra-violet rays of the sun and sat up. Before he could even try and figure out where he was, he heard screaming coming from his right. He stood up quickly, nearly falling over again from losing his balance, and saw two of the prisoners on the ground. One was trying to force himself on the woman underneath him. The man he recognized as one of the more dangerous prisoners, the one that was trying to fight a guard. The woman kicked and screamed, slapping the man and punching him. Sebastian started sprinting, faster than that of a normal human. He pumped his arms and took three big leaps before reaching them and slamming his foot into the man's sternum. The shattering of bone and stream of blood signaled the man's death as he flew down the coast line a little and impacted against a large rock.
He breathed steadily, the run having taken a little out of his still recovering body. He turned toward the woman he just rescued, she was frozen, waiting for him to do something. He held out his hand and spoke. "Sebastian. Pleasure"
The whole ship was powered by steam and lit by torches and oil lanterns. Crude and inneffective, but it was one of the few technologies that could work in the dead zone. He tried to stretch a bit as his bones were starting to creak from the disuse, but his hands were bound. They were made of crude iron unfortunately and he would be able to break out of them very easily, but he'd have to wait until nobody was looking. Just to try a test, he bent them slightly to make sure his body still worked. Upon nearly breaking the chain, he affirmed it. There were screams of a woman down the line as she pleaded for an answer as to why she was taken captive. It was quickly turned into begging for her life as the guard pulled a gun on her then was silenced as a bang echoed throughout the ship. "Damn" he said to nobody in particular. "Next thing you know a child will yell out for her mother-and there it is. Poor kid." Just as a guard came to smack him to be quiet, the whole ship lurched as something giant hit them. All was frozen for a minute as everybody started to look around, as if thinking the previous hit was but a dream.
Something went off in the back of his mind, a warning, premonition...something. It forced him into action and Sebastian stood up then, breaking out of his iron shackles and grabbing the nearby guard, yelling "GET DOWN" in the process. Just as he dragged the guard to the ground, the ship lurched again, but this time broke through. A torpedo of some sort blew open the side of the hull, letting the dark blue ocean pour through. The water filled up the lower deck quickly, many of the prisoners were shackled to the wall and were drowned quickly. Sebastian would have too if he didn't have a resperator built into his damn lungs. The fact that he couldn't swim made it even worse for him. He tried to save as many as he could, focusing on the women and children that were here, but he didn't save many. The guards helped as best as they could, but they were only human. From the upper decks, guards in hydro suits joined in the rescue, with respirators as well, they didn't bother helping the remaining prisoners gasping for breath as the ship started to go down. One broke free and was trying to fight to take a guards' weapon to protect himself. Sebastian tried to make his way over to the remaining prisoners as they pulled against their chains, but another explosion against the hull sent him hurling upwards and into the ceiling. He hit his head on the ceiling and went black.
The next thing he knew, he felt the sun beating down onto his body and hot sand underneath his head and neck. Opening his eyes, he was once again blinded, but this time by the unrelenting sun. He lifted up his arm to shield his eyes from the ultra-violet rays of the sun and sat up. Before he could even try and figure out where he was, he heard screaming coming from his right. He stood up quickly, nearly falling over again from losing his balance, and saw two of the prisoners on the ground. One was trying to force himself on the woman underneath him. The man he recognized as one of the more dangerous prisoners, the one that was trying to fight a guard. The woman kicked and screamed, slapping the man and punching him. Sebastian started sprinting, faster than that of a normal human. He pumped his arms and took three big leaps before reaching them and slamming his foot into the man's sternum. The shattering of bone and stream of blood signaled the man's death as he flew down the coast line a little and impacted against a large rock.
He breathed steadily, the run having taken a little out of his still recovering body. He turned toward the woman he just rescued, she was frozen, waiting for him to do something. He held out his hand and spoke. "Sebastian. Pleasure"
Yeah, I'm gonna be extra busy over the next three days myself. I'll be taking a small hiatus from writing until wednesday. I'll be off from wednesday until next sunday, so that's when I'll get my posts up.
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LOOK AT THAT AVATAR
VVV LOOK AT THAT SIG
IT WAS DONE BY A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.
LOOK AT THAT AVATAR
VVV LOOK AT THAT SIG
IT WAS DONE BY A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.
I'm not interested in continuing my time here in Exoria. I stopped enjoying my characters and you killed my enjoyment of the story.
For the record, you never sent me a PM. I watch my conversations like a hawk and know when they change. Either your PM was never sent in the first place or you're lying to the faces of your other players.
Either way, don't care, not part of Exoria anymore.
For the record, you never sent me a PM. I watch my conversations like a hawk and know when they change. Either your PM was never sent in the first place or you're lying to the faces of your other players.
Either way, don't care, not part of Exoria anymore.
Oh god the guild is back.
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business as usual my lovelies.
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business as usual my lovelies.
Name: Sebastian Black
Age: ?
Faction: Illuminavit
Picture:
Dark gray pleated pants, worn from more than just sand. They were old, like something out of an old cowboy flick. Frayed at the bottom, black belt, but no holes. Black combat boots as well. He had on a blackened shirt, loose but tucked in with a single pocket on his chest. Not nearly as worn, but was dusty. He had on a trench coat, something she recognized as popular among the Illuminavit. Almost entirely leather like a duster, but instead of brown like a duster, it was dark gray and faded from time.
He was well built as well, toned, but with many scars. His muscles and slender build wasn't from a personal regimen or implant however. They were from something else.
Name: Annabelle Harding
Age: 21
Faction: Tenau
Picture:
Age: ?
Faction: Illuminavit
Picture:
Dark gray pleated pants, worn from more than just sand. They were old, like something out of an old cowboy flick. Frayed at the bottom, black belt, but no holes. Black combat boots as well. He had on a blackened shirt, loose but tucked in with a single pocket on his chest. Not nearly as worn, but was dusty. He had on a trench coat, something she recognized as popular among the Illuminavit. Almost entirely leather like a duster, but instead of brown like a duster, it was dark gray and faded from time.
He was well built as well, toned, but with many scars. His muscles and slender build wasn't from a personal regimen or implant however. They were from something else.
Name: Annabelle Harding
Age: 21
Faction: Tenau
Picture:
I actually approve of that post Lucius. YES, I know that CHildkilling of any kind is normally a no-no. BUT Archangel demonstrated exactly what the Enclave is. Ruthless, cold, heartless, soldiers. Perfect Soldiers.
I'll be working on a post soon. Possibly late tonight, depends on how aloof my brain is. As DT said, if something is bothering you, say so, don't be quiet about it.
I'll be working on a post soon. Possibly late tonight, depends on how aloof my brain is. As DT said, if something is bothering you, say so, don't be quiet about it.
Everybody is clear to attack.
Go skin some bears.
Go skin some bears.
Pyro V said
*wary glance* I have returned from my internet being a dick. I shall think of post soon.I sat here for a good twenty minutes with my headphones in without realizing they weren't plugged in. That is all.
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