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2 yrs ago
Current Why is there never enough time to sleep?
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2 yrs ago
So excited to get back into roleplaying, hopfully i dont bite off more than i can chew!!
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5 yrs ago
Have some time off until returning to work yay!
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6 yrs ago
On practicum, and may be off online for 4 days at a time. But I will get to your replies!!
6 yrs ago
On my phone, do no lengthy replies tonight

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Status on Earth: Alive and ready to roleplay!!

I am a full-time paramedic in good Ol' Canada eh. Life is crazy, but I will get back to you, promise ;P.

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@Sheeny ya no worries. This is an original concept I have been working on for a while. I enjoy roleplay with a lot of freedom. If you need any help, I would be more than happy to help.
@OtomostheCrazy That is a pretty sick little twist. :P A pirate knight! or former pirate, now knight. Hmmmm
@XxLyraxX Once we get maybe 3-5 more people I'll start a new thread ^.^
Yay One person! ^.^ @XxLyraxX

I really liked your idea so I made up a character. Here she is.

Regular humans, special humans, and supernatural creatures are allowed. @XxLyraxX
Once our world wasn't broken. Once we could all in a place where peace existed. Creatures filled the sky, and fins made water currents. But after the last great war our world is no more. Broken clans are still trying to pick up the pieces our their culture and traditions. To pro-create, to live. This may be my last letter. I may die by the rising sun tomorrow and this small piece of me is all I will leave behind. I hope however finds it doesn't know the horror I have seen, I hope you have peace. Remember, their is someone out their who will be by your side.

Yours Forever,

Alexandra Thortan.

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This was the last thing about the old world I have been able to find. Some scribbles on an old piece of paper. I hold onto it in hopes that somewhere had survived. They say that the war killed off 90 percent of the worlds population. The kings fought for power, for land. None stopped to think what it might cost them. So we roam. All kinds of people and creatures, or whatever is left. Some stay together and some go alone, but I think everyone is looking for a way out of these lands.

The country land is split. The desert, hot and over flowing with sand. The Ash, a land that might once have been beautiful, now covered in volcanic rock and lava. Terra, the dense forest, humid. Finally, the Pray, a dream land of fields and food, and a little bit of everything, and green.
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This is my idea. Hoping to get a few good people to join in and possibly make two or three groups. Some environmental conflict as well as people conflicts. Their are many races you can be, I grant you the freedom to choose what you shall be.
Bump bump bump :P
The curl of lips into a cynical grin suited Demetri so well. It didn’t matter what business he was conducting. His body followed the slender man in to the building behind them. It was their usual meeting spot when having their “Business meetings” so the speak. This fun house where they had first met. The woman, carrying only the gods would know. Anything from child to disease. Not that is truly mattered to those who took them. It was the risk they were running.

One particular girl caught his eye almost every time he walked through the door. Today it was no different, except now he was being ripped from this room by Isaiah and into a womanless room. A sigh slipped through his teeth as his lip curved into their neutral position on his face

“Do you have the next target?” He asked in a half serious, half bored, tone. As they got deeper into the details Demetri's boredom faded and the amusement came back. This may be the nitty-gritty for his partner, but the action and follow through were the young man’s favorite part of their business agreement.

The night would be long, and with fresh scarlet covering his hands, Ghost, as named by those above him, slipped down the dark streets. The slums only allowed so much light the reflect off of his figure. He made no effort to conceal what he couldn’t. It would be fruitless. Although a nice percentage of his body was painted with blood, somehow it didn’t spill onto the ground. There would be no trail left to show the Absolutes where to find him. He was truly a ghost.

After a night of searching for his bed and crashing for the night, Demetri awoke with the blinding sun on his face. His mask lay on the floor beside him. The dirty hovel that the man called a home was more than most that took residence in this part of town. He had a pile of dirty cloths, rank from sweat and daily labour, that made up his bed, but at least it was a bed.

Commotion brought his lazy body to the window with his days cloths in his hands. Slowly dressing his watched from the inside before sliding on his mask and heading out. He had the have been the only one who would show up late to this gathering. However, when he heard his own name echo from the Absolute standing at the head of the crowd he had a mix of emotions. The only reason he had entered was because he had to, so whatever he won would go to the bounty hunters. Hopefully there would be something in it for him personally.




From the Shade’s compound Gabbie had took off early that morning. She knew exactly where the lottery would be announced and she didn’t want to miss a thing. As custom with Shades, the woman wrapped her robe around her. The black fabric giving her the same figure as a man to average build. This was the same for all Shades. Shapeless and neutral. Even her voice wouldn’t betray her. The mouthpiece she slipped on giving off the same voice as every other Shade in the city. She wasn’t allowed to be herself outside the village-like community of her achieved status.

Walking down the streets of Tarrin, any Shade would stand out against the vibrance of the crowd. Gabbie was more of a dull blob in a sea of colour. The figure-less woman walked through the crowd, until she could at least see the Absolute who was speaking. Behind her hood and blacken mask her eyes widened with the excitement that would be unacceptable for a Shade to express more physically in public. Her own name echo through the crowd. Now to see why this so called ‘lottery’ had no previous records. Gabbie began to imagine what this would mean for her.
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