Vilhelm — Roleplayer Guild

Last Seen: 6 yrs ago
Joined: 10 yrs ago
Posts: 395 (0.11 / day)
VMs: 2
Username history
1. Vilhelm 10 yrs ago

Status

Recent Statuses

8 yrs ago

Current Sorry for the sudden absence, all! My power went out for a couple days (Along with 90 percent of southeast Michigan) and it only -just- came back.

8 yrs ago

I. AM. BACK. Sort of. Mostly. New job actually lets me check the guild from work sometimes, and I just have -NOTHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE ANYMORE-. So yeah. I'm around.

1 like

8 yrs ago

Hey! To those people I was trying to RP with, I apologize for my sudden disappearance. This is literally the first chance I've had to hop on again- And I've already gotta go. I WILL RETURN, ONE DAY!

Bio

This is just a brief description of my unique situation. Read it or do not: I put it here, as I mention later, because some people were asking a lot of questions, so I wanted to just put it out there, nice and blunt.

I'm a younger man with a penchant for writing. I won't share the story in its entirety, purely because it's personal, but a rough childhood lead to a 'splintering' of personalities. While I am not technically schizophrenic, nor do I have D.I.D, (Dis-associative identity disorder) my situation has been compared to both, with numerous (By now, eleven years later, a few hundred) individual splinters of personality in my head having taken shape as beings with individual personality and thought.

So basically I hear voices. And they become the characters with whom I write all that I create.

And no. The voices do -not- tell me to kill people. I do that myself.

But no, humor aside, the above is true, and is the reason I write. On a more specific note, it is -not- so bad that I am considered ill in any way. It's like having imaginary friends. I -know- they aren't real, and comprehend the boundaries between fantasy and reality with perfect clarity. But they each have their own personalities, their own thoughts. So if we RP, or talk for a while, and you occasionally hear me mention a character as if they're a person I know and speak to, this is why- I'm not just batshit insane.

Well, I am. But that's not the cause or a symptom.

I bring this up solely because a few people were asking a lot of questions. So, I dropped the story here! Feel free to ask about it, but don't expect any comprehensible reply half the time. It's incredibly hard to explain sometimes.

The above hider is just for people who want to know why I'm a little bit crazy. For all others, I'm a pretty simple guy: Writing  is my life. I have a job, and a social life to take care of- But writing is the most personal, the most intimate, and the most important thing I do with my time. Novels, roleplays, stories written for friends, a simple letter- It's something I just enjoy doing. It doesn't have to be long, or incredibly descriptive- Though sometimes it just might be. The placing of words into something permanent, something to be remembered- SOmething that people can read that will bring them to laugh and cry and feel, that will make them think and dream and draw them into a world other than our own: That is my goal in life.

So yeah let's RP bro. Or ma'am. Or friendo. Buddy pal kid mate love dude.

Let's write some shit.

Most Recent Posts

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Only briefly by family. The affair of kicking out a freeloader took up more time than expected, than my younger brother managed to demand that I spend an extra night with him, and we wound up building an entire holy city in Minecraft with two nights of zero sleep. It actually wound up looking pretty kick ass. BUT. Good news. The freeloader is gone, I'm home, and I will be able to post regularly once again. And continue all the antics required of a giant evil puppy with multiple deathrays. I am writing a post -now-.

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Sorry it's taking so long to get my post up, guys. I'm having some trouble IRL with a freeloader in my home and trying to get in contact with some folks. I promise I'll have one up tonight before I go see my brother, but I'll be unable to post until Tuesday after that- Staying the night with him tonight and going to see a movie tomorrow, gonna take all damn day. e.e The joys of younger siblings needing attention. :P

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

*Curls up in Tet's lap* .... Good choice of song. *Naps because he's a big bloody puppy, all arguments are invalid* Anyhow ima get started on a post. XD

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

I AM NOT EMOTIONAL. *Dabs at eyes with tissue while watching his shows* NOW GET BACK TO WORK YOU MANGY DOGS! THAT DEATH RAY ISN'T GOING TO BUILD ITSELF! *Cracks whip* I'll have a post up tomorrow. I'm a little woozy on lack of proper sleep atm.

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The latter.

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The bloody hell is Scrub?

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

I believe it's a numerical drawing explaining why Eir's plan would probably end in lots of dead people. *Sagenod* Or something like that. Saves me the trouble of coming up with an excuse, at least.

In Godhood - A Tale of Deities → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

*Glances around* Okay. Yeah. I got lost a page and a half ago. e.e I'm having trouble keeping up, due to erratic logschedule and other such things. So before I get in too deep to do so, I think I might be pulling out. ;~; Looked like it would be fun, but I can't keep up. Sorry, all. *Points up a post* Can give Mutton my space if you like.

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

... That would be nice yes. *Chugs blood* Now then! I posted. Happy reading~. Now to go post in all my PM RPs. And the other bloody confusing one I'm in. Which I might just drop from because holy shit I can't keep up with it, no matter how fun I think it would be. e.e

In The New Templars → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Jason Jason gave a slight shrug at Klaus' question, scratching the stubble on his chin with a sigh. "We do, but for his own safety I can't just go making contact willy-nilly. All of three people know who he is." He was, of course, intentionally using the wrong pronouns. One can never be too careful talking about a deep-cover agent, even when in the company of only friends and close co-workers. Though Ben's statement, admittedly, brought a grin to his usually stern features. "Glad to hear it, Ben. Unfortunately we'll be lacking in ladies to woo with your suaveness. But all joking aside- Adam, give them the details of travel." The AI wolf nodded, sitting back on his haunches and looking between Ben and Klaus. "The moon is two hundred thirty eight thousand and nine hundred miles from Earth. The JCS is almost exactly two hundred thousand miles from earth. We will be traveling in a small craft at approximately one thousand miles an hour, making this a twenty hour trip. If we leave immediately, we will arrive at some time in the middle of the day tomorrow. And we -are- leaving immediately. Further details will be given as situations arise." A twenty hour trip by civilian space craft- The equivalent of being stuck in an R.V with family for an entire day. It wouldn't be a comfortable trip. Isaac Isaac listened quietly to all of them- Though he visibly cringed as Eirwen and Athena went on their tyrade about schedule and the accuracy of their clocks. Once everybody was done, he gave a rather exaggerated sigh, as if their words had actually been pressing down on him. It was his usual brand of dry humor. "Then I suppose the rest of us were earlier." He'd given up on arguing that there really was no schedule, and that time-settings for meetings were more guide-lines than actually set 'you have to be here' times. "Now that we're all here, though, I'll make it quick for all of our sake." A hand gestured to Cesare and Julis. "I know he might not like to say no, Cesare, but I need those cannons in perfect order, and he's the only one on this bloody station who I trust to make it as close to perfect as humanly possible. You can go out with him if you're worried, I don't have any specific job for you unless you want to stand around clubbing people over the head for walking too slowly. But unless -all- of us want to get blown up, we need those turrets perfect so that nothing bigger than my gods damned thumb can make it close to us." He now turned his eyes on McDougal and Eirwen, tilting his head slightly. "You two, I need working together. I'm quite certain McDougal has his obnoxiously large bag of tricks and traps. You're damn good at setting them on your own, but work with Eirwen this time. I'm sure all of her tactics and strategems will actually come in handy here. Make the traps -carefully-. We don't want our own soldiers tripping them. Make a few of them obvious, too. If anybody not with the Free Men boards this station, I want them bottle-necked towards the bottom of the station."

[hider=Got some essplainin' mister!] This is just a brief description of my unique situation. Read it or do not: I put it here, as I mention later, because some people were asking a lot of questions, so I wanted to just put it out there, nice and blunt. I'm a younger man with a penchant for writing. I won't share the story in its entirety, purely because it's personal, but a rough childhood lead to a 'splintering' of personalities. While I am not technically schizophrenic, nor do I have D.I.D, (Dis-associative identity disorder) my situation has been compared to both, with numerous (By now, eleven years later, a few hundred) individual splinters of personality in my head having taken shape as beings with individual personality and thought. So basically I hear voices. And they become the characters with whom I write all that I create. And no. The voices do -not- tell me to kill people. I do that myself. [img]http://cheesewearingtheology.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Muppets-Maniacal-Laugh.jpg[/img] But no, humor aside, the above is true, and is the reason I write. On a more specific note, it is -not- so bad that I am considered ill in any way. It's like having imaginary friends. I -know- they aren't real, and comprehend the boundaries between fantasy and reality with perfect clarity. But they each have their own personalities, their own thoughts. So if we RP, or talk for a while, and you occasionally hear me mention a character as if they're a person I know and speak to, this is why- I'm not just batshit insane. Well, I am. But that's not the cause or a symptom. I bring this up solely because a few people were asking a lot of questions. So, I dropped the story here! Feel free to ask about it, but don't expect any comprehensible reply half the time. It's incredibly hard to explain sometimes. [/hider] The above hider is just for people who want to know why I'm a little bit crazy. For all others, I'm a pretty simple guy: Writing is my life. I have a job, and a social life to take care of- But writing is the most personal, the most intimate, and the most important thing I do with my time. Novels, roleplays, stories written for friends, a simple letter- It's something I just enjoy doing. It doesn't have to be long, or incredibly descriptive- Though sometimes it just might be. The placing of words into something permanent, something to be remembered- SOmething that people can read that will bring them to laugh and cry and feel, that will make them think and dream and draw them into a world other than our own: That is my goal in life. So yeah let's RP bro. Or ma'am. Or friendo. Buddy pal kid mate love dude. Let's write some shit.

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Got some essplainin' mister!">Got some essplainin' mister! [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">This is just a brief description of my unique situation. Read it or do not: I put it here, as I mention later, because some people were asking a lot of questions, so I wanted to just put it out there, nice and blunt.<br><br>I'm a younger man with a penchant for writing. I won't share the story in its entirety, purely because it's personal, but a rough childhood lead to a 'splintering' of personalities. While I am not technically schizophrenic, nor do I have D.I.D, (Dis-associative identity disorder) my situation has been compared to both, with numerous (By now, eleven years later, a few hundred) individual splinters of personality in my head having taken shape as beings with individual personality and thought.<br><br>So basically I hear voices. And they become the characters with whom I write all that I create.<br><br>And no. The voices do -not- tell me to kill people. I do that myself.<br><br><img src="http://cheesewearingtheology.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Muppets-Maniacal-Laugh.jpg" /><br><br>But no, humor aside, the above is true, and is the reason I write. On a more specific note, it is -not- so bad that I am considered ill in any way. It's like having imaginary friends. I -know- they aren't real, and comprehend the boundaries between fantasy and reality with perfect clarity. But they each have their own personalities, their own thoughts. So if we RP, or talk for a while, and you occasionally hear me mention a character as if they're a person I know and speak to, this is why- I'm not just batshit insane.<br><br>Well, I am. But that's not the cause or a symptom.<br><br>I bring this up solely because a few people were asking a lot of questions. So, I dropped the story here! Feel free to ask about it, but don't expect any comprehensible reply half the time. It's incredibly hard to explain sometimes.</div></div><br><br>The above hider is just for people who want to know why I'm a little bit crazy. For all others, I'm a pretty simple guy: Writing is my life. I have a job, and a social life to take care of- But writing is the most personal, the most intimate, and the most important thing I do with my time. Novels, roleplays, stories written for friends, a simple letter- It's something I just enjoy doing. It doesn't have to be long, or incredibly descriptive- Though sometimes it just might be. The placing of words into something permanent, something to be remembered- SOmething that people can read that will bring them to laugh and cry and feel, that will make them think and dream and draw them into a world other than our own: That is my goal in life.<br><br>So yeah let's RP bro. Or ma'am. Or friendo. Buddy pal kid mate love dude.<br><br>Let's write some shit.<br></div>

BBCode Cheatsheet

Vilhelm Member

Batshit Insane

Status

Recent Statuses

Bio

Most Recent Posts