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6 days ago
Current "Take yer fuckin' pills!"
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2 mos ago
Whoever designed Hunt: Showdown's new UI can kiss the fattest part of my ass.
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4 mos ago
"I just want to say I'm a big fan of your work. The way you write dialog reminds readers it's really hard to write dialog."
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7 mos ago
When the status bar is civilised and sensible, it makes me uneasy.
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1 yr ago
I'll stick to heroin and laxatives, thank you very much.
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You can call me James, if you like. I live near Toronto, Canada (EDT, UTC-4). I'm one of those weird nerds that also loves sports of all types (I'd better. It's literally my job to watch hockey, and it keeps me very busy.) I am also bilingual, so you may catch me speaking/swearing in Québec French.

My roleplay interests vary greatly: anime and video game fandoms; gritty, modern realism; maybe historical fiction; or fantastical tales of monsters and magic. I wouldn't say no to a clever combination of any of those! Interesting, multi-layered characters & intriguing, thought-out plots always catch my fancy... as do enthusiastic and involved partners. I do my best to respond every day, and I will always try to inform you of an extended absence.

I've been doing this twenty years. I was on the old guild, but I lost access to that email address and could not import it from the other site. You'd think the experience would improve my writing ability. The jury is still out on that one.

Go Leafs!

Out.



P.S.: Misusing affect and effect is a pet peeve of mine. Watch yourself! XD XD

Most Recent Posts

It could be said with some certainty that this was the first morning where Oliver Selwyn didn't feel strange for waking up in this particular room. Alas, it seemed he may have finally started becoming used to the environment he now found himself in. It was with this sentiment that he rose from his bed, intentionally earlier than Michi or either of her brothers. After a quick shower, Oliver returned to his room, shut the door, and began preparing for the day. The sounds of the Ueda family stirring, both beneath his room in the restaurant and outside his door, became more evident as time went by.

Oliver put on an undershirt, a light blue blazer, and a pair of skinny jeans before standing in front of the mirror and attempting to fight with his unkempt white hair. He was always one to attempt a presentable appearance, and it usually succeeded quite well. As he considered the mirror, his thoughts wandered towards the coming day. What would be in store for them at the Academy today? Would they have combat training again? Or would Professor Albarn decide for a less intensive lesson? What about Dr . Stein's class? Would his seemingly insane experiments cause someone to get sick again? In the back of his mind, Oliver hoped some sort of clue would be given as to when he and Michi would embark on their first mission. Walking past the bounty board every morning, knowing that people were claiming missions left and right without them, was rather frustrating. He and Michi were beyond ready, but they couldn't claim missions until they had been given their first one and were reviewed favorably by Lord Death.

He had, of course, discussed this point with Michi over many a cup of tea on some nights. Usually she was difficult to get sitting still, but whenever he actually did manage to convince her, the talks they had were very interesting. She had a lot on her mind, just as he did, but neither of them seemed willing to let any of it out unless the fancy took them. Professor Albarn always told the class that the most important thing a weapon-meister pairing could do was talk. The more they conversed, the more they understood each other. The more they understood each other, the better their soul wavelengths worked together. Oliver, studious as always, did his best to take this advice to heart.

Once Oliver was fully satisfied with how everything looked, he slung a plain black messenger bag across one of his shoulders and exited his room. Out in the hallway, the sounds of movement all around the building seeped through the walls. Michi's door was still closed, so Oliver stood patiently near the end of the corridor, waiting for her. Just another day of class stood ahead of them... or did it?
I think it makes more sense for Oliver to have taken one of her brother's older rooms. It's right next to the Academy, so the location is convenient for them. There wouldn't really be a point for them to live on their own with such a ready option available. Besides, being around more people would do well to bring him further out of his shell. He's a foreigner, far from home. Being able to live in a family setting would be quite advantageous for his well-being.

If you agree with that, I can't think of anything else that needs to be covered before we start.
Oliver Edward Selwyn



Background: Oliver is one of the few international students of the Academy, hailing from the English countryside, particularly Lincolnshire. His younger years were somewhat uninteresting, as his transformations never came to be an issue in a rural schoolhouse setting. In fact, his family knew next to nothing of the Academy before the European regional Death Scythe came to call. Contrary to most, Oliver felt no pull to leave his home and head to the Academy. He had grown quite accustomed to his quiet, unassuming lifestyle. Without very much going on, there never seemed to be any cause to converse with very many people. It had turned him into a somewhat reclusive, bookish type with no real interest in reality or its offerings.

His parents and older sister convinced him, however. Being a weapon was an incredibly rare gift, and it would've been foolish for him not to learn more about it and use it for a higher purpose. Above all, Oliver craved knowledge, and in the end, the Academy's emissary appealed to that side of him. The Academy's library was said to be a massive collection of tomes on the history of Demon Weapons, Kishin, Witches, and the like. Those weren't the kind of things Oliver could experience while cooped up in his English countryside home.

In his short time at Death City, Oliver has made a few friends, though none as close as his current meister. Still, his reclusive, studious lifestyle tends to get the better of him. His ability to make small-talk or start conversations is somewhat lacking, but woe betide the person who wishes to engage him in a battle of wits. He holds himself to an incredibly high standard when it comes to his lessons and his marks. Test his intelligence, and you won't be able to shut him up.

Weapon Form

I saw this one and decided that it went rather well with Oliver. He's been rather partial to the colour blue all his life, and it certainly isn't too flashy.
Slight change to the OP for this bump.
Wonderful wonderful. Yes, a katana was actually one of the forms I had in mind. A very simple yet elegant weapon.

I work well into the evening today, so it may be a while until you get my character sheet. It does look as if they're going to be complete opposites, though. :-D
That's certainly the gist of it! Glad we've got that squared away. We'll be sure to address other things as the thoughts strike us, I'm sure.

I have a couple forms in mind, but I really think it's a matter of the meister's preference. Is there a specific weapon you could see your character using? It's certainly no fuss of mine to adhere to it.
Here is the thread where our glorious story will play out.

Now, did you have any questions or concerns pertaining to my plot ideas?
I've contacted you with further information. :D
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