Avatar of Zmerr
  • Last Seen: 5 yrs ago
  • Joined: 10 yrs ago
  • Posts: 1719 (0.46 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. Zmerr 10 yrs ago

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

Hello fellow Guild members. I'm Zmerr. I love to roleplay. I am very loyal to my roleplays and will honestly let you know when or if I have lost interest. In return, I trust that anyone I may be playing with does the same. I play a wide range of settings with the exception of most supernatural themes. I am almost always willing to try new things and love originality. I'm easy-going and I'm not particularly picky about grammar, though I take pride in my own. I can post anywhere from one sentence to ten paragraphs depending on the situation, though I try to keep it in a range of two to five paragraphs.

Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.

Most Recent Posts

Name: Rhoda Cipra

Age: Ninteen

Gender: Female

Appearance: Rhoda is a short, stocky teen with tan skin and shoulder length hair. It's obvious that, at one point, it had been dyed firetruck red, but had been allowed to grow out, exposing about an inch of dark brown roots. She has light brown eyes outlined in thick lashes. Her eyebrows are kept fairly natural, having only been maintained enough to prevent the formation of a unibrow. She can typically be seen in black cargo pants, a dirty white tank top and a pair of worn out combat boots. She rarely wears jewelry and never wears makeup.

Occupation: Rhoda works in the mines. There's nothing fancy about her job.

Personality: Rhoda is exactly what you'd expect from a miner - loud, obnoxious, perpetually making crude jokes and swearing like a sailor. She's ambitious and works hard, though, when she's not working, she's very lazy. She likes to tinker with machinery and other electronics, though it would be easy to assume that, with the end of the world upon us, this hobby would become less doable.

In most settings, Rhoda tries to make the situation out to be fun. It's her way of coping with the fact that she hates her life. She's not one to show much emotion beyond that, though, inside, she feels a wide array of things.

A person would never be able to tell she's sad or angry. She doesn't like people meddling in her personal life. It's none of their business.

She doesn't take terribly well to random acts of kindness. Even though she lives in a poor household, she will almost always refuse food or money (or anything else), however, this may change with the end of the world.

History: Rhoda grew up in a rather poor household. A large family (ten to be exact. They are an immigrant family) in a four bedroom home living off of one man's paycheck and whatever odd jobs the children could pick up. Her mother stays home to watch the younger kids while Rhoda and her two older brothers "work." Just last summer, Rhoda applied for a real job and found herself among the grisly men and women of the mines. Her father is never home. He works as a landscaper. He has an issue with alcohol and often comes home drunk. He tends to come home, eat and then go right to bed. Rhoda has long since given up trying to form a relationship with him.

Like our friend above, this can be changed to better fit the roleplay.
<Snipped quote by Zmerr>

<Snipped quote by A Cute Angel>

Here ya go.


Thanks. Sorry... I'm a little scatterbrained today...
A few questions about the setting before I create a character:

-Is this the end of the world as we know it, or some other world?
-Is this going to be fantasy?
-Is human the only playable race?
If you have room for one more, I'd like to give this a try.
Taerins are comparable to fairies, yes?
I'll talk to some friends and see what I can do. *Thumbs up*
OMG Sheero...... I love Sheero.
@JDizzle383 I have a copy. I'll look into it in a bit.
This seems pretty interesting. :)
The Happy Mask Salesman slunk along quietly in the alley, waiting for his contact to arrive. Of course, as usual, she was late. She almost never arrived by the time she said she would. Still, he'd find himself in this exact spot at the same time every week. It was a wonder no one had ever questioned him. But then, no one really ever seemed to notice him.

Today was a little different. A girl stumbled into the alley and shook as she heaved vomit onto the ground. The smell was rank and there was no doubt that there was alcohol involved. The salesman looked at her, amazed that such a small girl could consume enough alcohol to vomit like that.

He ran a hand through his hair and stepped out of the shadows. He came to stand behind her "Need some help? Want me to hold your hair or something?" He asked with his usual smile. It suddenly faded when he saw that she was clearly no ordinary girl. The white hair, the slight glow, the unmistakable aura of magic.

----

Skull Kid began his rampage once more, throwing more masks to the floor. Chairs were kicked into the walls and the table flipped completely upside down. Broken bits of mask and lantern littered the floor and, within twenty minutes or so, the boy sat in the middle of the mess. He could be heard sobbing quietly to himself.

Why did everybody leave like that? why did no one ever want to stick around for a little while at least? He couldn't decide which hurt more. The fact that the salesman had left or the fact that he had to sneak out to do it. The boy removed the mask from his face and held it in his hands. He growled, poising to throw it, but the stopped himself.

He brought the mask back to his lap. However angry it had made him, he couldn't bring himself to break it like the others. ll held his interest despite being painfully plain. He flipped it over and mindlessly thumbed the "x" again. What did it mean? Did it really matter what it meant? Did it eve mean anything at all?

He shook his head to clear it and stood up. He attached the mask to his belt. He'd been sitting for far too long. Night had already passed and morning was upon him, the sunlight glaring through the windows and mocking his temper tantrum. He pulled his hat over his eyes and wiped his face clean of tears.

Today he would search for Majora. Surely someone in the town would know where it was. There were going to be thousands of people there. One of them was bound to know something.

He moved to the door, unlocking it and kicking it open. He walked through it and left it open. He didn't care what happened to the shop or to the man who owned it. He even made a mental note to kick the man's shin if he saw him again. He then made another mental note to kill him if he ever found Majora. He'd betrayed the Stalfos child and he would pay. Just like everyone else.
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet