Name: Ti’rin Shadeborne
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 214
Appearance: Guy in red armor wearing a mask that’s half white and half black. The white half is smiling and the black half is frowning, like a merger of the comedy and tragedy masks. There is a small blue gem just below the outer corner of the eye on the tragedy side.
"You cannot spell slaughter without laughter."
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Never forget: there's always someone bigger, better and stronger than you.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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Stupidity cannot be tolerated. Idiots thrive on the indulgence of society's "understanding."
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PUPPIES AND BUNNIES!!
A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
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Everything I say is fully substantiated by my own opinion.
A little man wearing all black and dragging around a cage on wheels walks up to the checkpoint. He begins carefully examining every square inch of the building and ground. He pokes several flaws in the bricks while not noticing the man waiting for him to say something. Finally, the man in charge of the checkpoint coughs softly. The little man looks up at the taller man at the checkpoint and smiles, showing needle-sharp teeth.
He wordlessly pulls out several scraps of paper and places them in a pile on the desk of the checkpoint before he starts sorting them out. Once they're together, they form a document that says the following:
Name: Devlin
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 110 lb.
Appearance: Short dude wears all black except for a white mask. What little is visible of his skin looks like that of a burn victim. He carries around, as his version of the dagger, a meat cleaver. He also has a cage on wheels that he drags around. In this cage is a live duck.
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The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving, control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sado-masochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.
Devlin waves cheerfully back at the man at the desk as he walks past. Then turns around and shouts, "You have a piece of spinach in your teeth!" He then scampers off into the city.
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The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving, control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sado-masochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.
A young women show herself to the gate.She seem a little borred.
''Mmmm, anybody here?I feel realy tired and i need a place to rest, your city seem a nice place''
Name : Maya Nuclear
Gender : Female
Height : 5P7
Weight : ''Never ask the weight of a women you fool!''
Apperance: Maya is very slim, very gracefull.She have red hair to the extrem, like if they were on fire.Her skin is brown.She wear a large pant with a small T-shirt.She seem to hide a dagger in the back of her pant.
A beautiful woman sashays up to the man at the desk. Her dress is pure white and, while it covers her from neck to ankles, it hints at every promise that could be beneath it. She smiles in a way that shows that she and the man at the desk share a slight secret. She reaches into her sleeve and pulls out a scroll. Without a word, she places it on the desk and she struts past the desk.
Within the scroll, the following is written: Name: Mierin
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 121 lb.
Appearance: A beautiful, pale woman with large dark eyes, black hair in ringlets to her shoulder blades, and dainty hands. She wears lipstick the color of fresh blood, a dress as white as new-fallen snow, a silver belt, and a pair of silver earrings. One earring is a silver crescent moon, the other is a line of silver stars. At her belt, she wears a silver dagger with a pure white hilt. It looks unused. The pommel is a crescent moon with four stars connecting the points of the crescent.
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Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
A short, intense man with blue skin and a bald head presents himself at the desk. With a flick of his gaze, he takes in his surroundings and the city beyond, his eyes coming briefly to rest on the beautiful woman walking away. He then looks at the man behind the desk and presents him with his sheaf of information.
Name: Tepet Viridius Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 5’ Weight: 135 lb Appearance: Short, bald, blue-skinned guy with a face that’s all planes and angles. He wears a loose, well-worn olive-green cloak.
Banner by High~Light Studios
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods.
A little human kid walks exaggeratedly towards the checkpoint. He appears to be about 14 years of age. He wears a black robe with crudely dyed diagonal pink stripes. He has long hair and a short soul patch adorning his little, excited-looking face. He presents his information, which has apparently been drawn on a scorched napkin.
Name: Kieran O'Henry
Weight: 123 lbs.
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 3"
Age: 19 (I am, I swear it so.)
Appearance: Looks like a 14-year old kid. Has short soulpatch upon his chin. He wears a weird robe with pink stripes. His hair is long, and extends to about his shoulders. His eyes are a fiery, frosty, warm, cold, bluish-red color. His skin has noticable vitiligo on the hands, but is mostly a somewhat tan colour.
OOC: I'm not a mod, but I did join not too long ago. Two characters were recently approved. I'm certain that you'll be okay to join.
IC: Run from the duck!
The duck quacks.
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The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving, control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sado-masochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.
Name: Enzeru Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 5’11” Weight: 185 lbs. Appearance: Enzeru appears to of be a rather strong individual. His black hair is shoulder length and his stunningly sharp red eyes reveal nothing. He has the complexion of a man that spends his days in the sun. His feet and hands are wrapped in white cloth. He stands rather stoically in a black shirt with short sleeves and black pants that are loose with the exception the waist and the ankles. A black cloak hangs from his shoulders. Hanging from his belt is a red leather satchel, and next to it hangs an odd looking mask (see left). On the opposite side from the satchel is a red leather sheath holding a wicked looking Kukri. In his left hand he holds a red leather-bound sketchbook with his family sigil in white leather on the front.
Enzeru walks up to the man at the gate and hands him the paper.
A frown mars her beautiful features as she looks around. She was in line before that blasted compact man or the woman whose name was apparently "Maya." "Stupid desk man," she muttered. "There are three people standing here in line and he doesn't acknowledge us in any way, shape, or form. If he doesn't shape up, I'm going to take this to his supervisor."
She then settled back and started grumbling, "Maya, what a bland name. One would think that parents who could raise a child who looks and acts like her could come up with a much more inventive name than 'Maya.'"
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Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Patience my friend. Perhaps you should find a hobby similar to mine.
He gestures to the sketchbook in his left hand. Enzeru sits down and opens the book taking a piece of charcoal from his bag, he begins to sketch the woman.
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Get Familiar!
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now!
She turns to him and notices his sketchbook and charcoal. "Is there some other pose that you would wish me to take?" Her ruby lips curved into a smile as her eyes sparkle. "Or should I improvise and let you capture the essence of the action?"
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Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Enzeru looks up from his sketchbook. Pausing only briefly.
Do as you will. My memory allows me to capture you as I first saw you. Your beauty is breathtaking so I only hope that my artwork does justice to you milady.
Enzeru goes back to sketching the beauty before him.
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Get Familiar!
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now!
Enzeru gets the approval to enter the city. The man at the front desk then looks at Maya.
Desk Man: Sorry miss we seem to have some things missing from here I was wondering if you could please give me the missing things. As for you sir enjoy your stay in the city.
OOC: Daughter resend your satchel please.
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Originally commissioned through High~Light Studios
OOC: Um, Maya is the name of another character, played by mOxMoNgEr. My character is Mierin. I was complaining about the other character, who had arrived after me being admitted before me. That's all.
Will resend satchel.
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Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Name: Erron
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 194
Apperance: Erron is usually seen in a dark green hooded robe that covers his body and usually obscures most of his face in shadows. When his face is seen, he has a grizzly appearance that contrasts his chiseled features. Long dark brown hair frames his face. Most notable is the intense gleam in his dark green eyes.
before heading off into the city, Enzeru rips the drawing out of his sketchbook and handing it too Mierin. The sketch bears an amazing resemblence to lady it was drawn after including the bright read lips. It's kind of amazing how he did that with black charcoal...
If you need my services my lady feel free to look me up in the city. I will most likely be at the highest concentration of blue mana. My name is Enzeru.
Enzeru heads into the city.
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Get Familiar!
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now!
As she is still waiting, Mierin kneels on the ground and reaches into her belt pouch. Pulling out a deck of cards, she expertly shuffles the deck, then deals herself out a place setting of Solitaire. Looking up at the desk man, her large dark eyes sparkled with mirth, "Since you have not yet decided to let me into the city, I'm going to assume you like what you see." A slow, flirtatious smile spread across her face. "Feel free. Look all you like."
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Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
After kneeling for several hours and playing solitaire, Mierin stands. Her knees and back hurt from being in one position. She works her legs, causing soft 'pops' to emanate from her ankles and knees. She arches her back, eliciting a louder 'pop.' As she stretches out her back, she notices the guard watching her, his gaze fixed on her. She shakes her head, hiding it by shaking out her hair, and settles back down on the ground. She covers herself with her cloak and pillows her head on on her hand. As she falls asleep, she murmurs, "Wake me when you stop being an obstinate pig and decide to do your job."
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Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
OOC: Okay, so I'm really bored and am seriously wondering what's taking so long to review a basic tenth edition satchel.
IC: As Mierin falls into a deep slumber, her eyes begin to rapidly move back and forth beneath her eyelids. Her subconscious mind delves among her cerebral cortex, bringing forth a dream.
"A dove flies over the city. Its feathers white as pure snow, it banks, following the thermals. As the bird wings through the towers of the city, it notices that the majority of the citizens glow with one or more colors, though most are pale. Five, though, stand out as bright examples of their respective colors among the pallor of the rest of the populace. Somewhere in the back of the dove's mind, it realizes that there is an imbalance among these individuals. It flaps hard, making its way higher as it sweeps its discerning gaze over the whole of the city. It notices that there are five colors represented, and the people that glow have at least one of those five. Some of the colors are deeper shades, but they are still essentially those five: Black, Blue, Green, Red, White. The part of the dove's mind that noticed the imbalance noticed that not one of the five bore any Red in them at all. There was one who glowed with a white color who was not even in the city yet. The form lay on the grass by one of the outposts. Upon closer examination, this individual was wrought through with minuscule threads of blue and black. The second was way out in the mountains and was glowing (if that term could be used) with a strong black aura. The dove noticed slight threads of green, red and white throughout the aura of the one in the mountains. The third was deep in the forest, and if it wasn't for the vibrancy of its aura, the dove would have missed the green aura in the green of the forest. This one also bore blue threads within its aura, as well as black and red ones. The fourth was wandering aimlessly through the streets of the city. This one was a vibrant blue, but there was evidence of darkness and aggressiveness replete in the blue, as well as black and red threads running through the aura. There was also evidence of some white threads but they were almost hidden behind the red and black. Before the dove could closely examine the fifth aura, which was another vibrant blue, it was snared in a net of threads of all five colors and brought to the ground. It cried out in panic and fought as hard as it could, but was unable to free itself."
Abruptly, Mierin sat up with a gasp, a bolt of pure white energy escaping out of her mouth. The bolt formed into the form of a brightly-colored hawk. Mierin quirked an eyebrow at the formation of a bird similar to her dream and worried about the unconscious casting. She shrugged under her cloak, stood up, pulled out a piece of parchment and walked over to the desk man. Without asking, she took his pen and scribbled a note on the parchment. She handed it back without acknowledging the man, rolled up the parchment, and tied it to the leg of the summoned hawk. With a wordless communication between the two, the hawk flew off into the city.
OOC: Let me know if this is completely inappropriate and I'll change it (or delete it completely).
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 214
Appearance: Guy in red armor wearing a mask that’s half white and half black. The white half is smiling and the black half is frowning, like a merger of the comedy and tragedy masks. There is a small blue gem just below the outer corner of the eye on the tragedy side.
"You cannot spell slaughter without laughter."
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
Desk man: Welcome to the city of Estark. Make sure to check out the houses when you get the chance.
He wordlessly pulls out several scraps of paper and places them in a pile on the desk of the checkpoint before he starts sorting them out. Once they're together, they form a document that says the following:
Name: Devlin
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 110 lb.
Appearance: Short dude wears all black except for a white mask. What little is visible of his skin looks like that of a burn victim. He carries around, as his version of the dagger, a meat cleaver. He also has a cage on wheels that he drags around. In this cage is a live duck.
M.R. NOT.
O.S.A.R.C.M.WANGS?
L.I.B.M.R.DUCKS.
M.R. NOT.
O.S.A.R.C.M.WANGS?
L.I.B.M.R.DUCKS.
''Mmmm, anybody here?I feel realy tired and i need a place to rest, your city seem a nice place''
Name : Maya Nuclear
Gender : Female
Height : 5P7
Weight : ''Never ask the weight of a women you fool!''
Apperance: Maya is very slim, very gracefull.She have red hair to the extrem, like if they were on fire.Her skin is brown.She wear a large pant with a small T-shirt.She seem to hide a dagger in the back of her pant.
House : Houseless
Guild : Guildless
Level : 1
Gold : 0
Experience : 0/5
Pm'ing my Satchel to the wolfman
Great thx to Zaphod from HighLight studio for this GREAT banner.
If you fail your promise Shinjutsei, i will send ninja on you!!
Within the scroll, the following is written:
Name: Mierin
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 121 lb.
Appearance: A beautiful, pale woman with large dark eyes, black hair in ringlets to her shoulder blades, and dainty hands. She wears lipstick the color of fresh blood, a dress as white as new-fallen snow, a silver belt, and a pair of silver earrings. One earring is a silver crescent moon, the other is a line of silver stars. At her belt, she wears a silver dagger with a pure white hilt. It looks unused. The pommel is a crescent moon with four stars connecting the points of the crescent.
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Credit to High~Light Studios for the banner.
I found my theme song!
Name: Tepet Viridius
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 5’
Weight: 135 lb
Appearance: Short, bald, blue-skinned guy with a face that’s all planes and angles. He wears a loose, well-worn olive-green cloak.
Banner by High~Light Studios
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods.
Name: Kieran O'Henry
Weight: 123 lbs.
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 3"
Age: 19 (I am, I swear it so.)
Appearance: Looks like a 14-year old kid. Has short soulpatch upon his chin. He wears a weird robe with pink stripes. His hair is long, and extends to about his shoulders. His eyes are a fiery, frosty, warm, cold, bluish-red color. His skin has noticable vitiligo on the hands, but is mostly a somewhat tan colour.
Desk man: Please enjoy your stay in the city of Estark.
IC: Run from the duck!
The duck quacks.
M.R. NOT.
O.S.A.R.C.M.WANGS?
L.I.B.M.R.DUCKS.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 185 lbs.
Appearance: Enzeru appears to of be a rather strong individual. His black hair is shoulder length and his stunningly sharp red eyes reveal nothing. He has the complexion of a man that spends his days in the sun. His feet and hands are wrapped in white cloth. He stands rather stoically in a black shirt with short sleeves and black pants that are loose with the exception the waist and the ankles. A black cloak hangs from his shoulders. Hanging from his belt is a red leather satchel, and next to it hangs an odd looking mask (see left). On the opposite side from the satchel is a red leather sheath holding a wicked looking Kukri. In his left hand he holds a red leather-bound sketchbook with his family sigil in white leather on the front.
Enzeru walks up to the man at the gate and hands him the paper.
House: Lat-Nam
Guild: None
Level: 1
Exp: 0
Gold:
500PMing Satchel
She then settled back and started grumbling, "Maya, what a bland name. One would think that parents who could raise a child who looks and acts like her could come up with a much more inventive name than 'Maya.'"
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Credit to High~Light Studios for the banner.
I found my theme song!
Patience my friend. Perhaps you should find a hobby similar to mine.
He gestures to the sketchbook in his left hand. Enzeru sits down and opens the book taking a piece of charcoal from his bag, he begins to sketch the woman.
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Credit to High~Light Studios for the banner.
I found my theme song!
Do as you will. My memory allows me to capture you as I first saw you. Your beauty is breathtaking so I only hope that my artwork does justice to you milady.
Enzeru goes back to sketching the beauty before him.
Desk Man: Sorry miss we seem to have some things missing from here I was wondering if you could please give me the missing things. As for you sir enjoy your stay in the city.
OOC: Daughter resend your satchel please.
Will resend satchel.
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Credit to High~Light Studios for the banner.
I found my theme song!
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 194
Apperance: Erron is usually seen in a dark green hooded robe that covers his body and usually obscures most of his face in shadows. When his face is seen, he has a grizzly appearance that contrasts his chiseled features. Long dark brown hair frames his face. Most notable is the intense gleam in his dark green eyes.
If you need my services my lady feel free to look me up in the city. I will most likely be at the highest concentration of blue mana. My name is Enzeru.
Enzeru heads into the city.
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Credit to High~Light Studios for the banner.
I found my theme song!
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Credit to High~Light Studios for the banner.
I found my theme song!
IC: As Mierin falls into a deep slumber, her eyes begin to rapidly move back and forth beneath her eyelids. Her subconscious mind delves among her cerebral cortex, bringing forth a dream.
"A dove flies over the city. Its feathers white as pure snow, it banks, following the thermals. As the bird wings through the towers of the city, it notices that the majority of the citizens glow with one or more colors, though most are pale. Five, though, stand out as bright examples of their respective colors among the pallor of the rest of the populace. Somewhere in the back of the dove's mind, it realizes that there is an imbalance among these individuals. It flaps hard, making its way higher as it sweeps its discerning gaze over the whole of the city. It notices that there are five colors represented, and the people that glow have at least one of those five. Some of the colors are deeper shades, but they are still essentially those five: Black, Blue, Green, Red, White. The part of the dove's mind that noticed the imbalance noticed that not one of the five bore any Red in them at all. There was one who glowed with a white color who was not even in the city yet. The form lay on the grass by one of the outposts. Upon closer examination, this individual was wrought through with minuscule threads of blue and black. The second was way out in the mountains and was glowing (if that term could be used) with a strong black aura. The dove noticed slight threads of green, red and white throughout the aura of the one in the mountains. The third was deep in the forest, and if it wasn't for the vibrancy of its aura, the dove would have missed the green aura in the green of the forest. This one also bore blue threads within its aura, as well as black and red ones. The fourth was wandering aimlessly through the streets of the city. This one was a vibrant blue, but there was evidence of darkness and aggressiveness replete in the blue, as well as black and red threads running through the aura. There was also evidence of some white threads but they were almost hidden behind the red and black. Before the dove could closely examine the fifth aura, which was another vibrant blue, it was snared in a net of threads of all five colors and brought to the ground. It cried out in panic and fought as hard as it could, but was unable to free itself."
Abruptly, Mierin sat up with a gasp, a bolt of pure white energy escaping out of her mouth. The bolt formed into the form of a brightly-colored hawk. Mierin quirked an eyebrow at the formation of a bird similar to her dream and worried about the unconscious casting. She shrugged under her cloak, stood up, pulled out a piece of parchment and walked over to the desk man. Without asking, she took his pen and scribbled a note on the parchment. She handed it back without acknowledging the man, rolled up the parchment, and tied it to the leg of the summoned hawk. With a wordless communication between the two, the hawk flew off into the city.
OOC: Let me know if this is completely inappropriate and I'll change it (or delete it completely).
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Credit to High~Light Studios for the banner.
I found my theme song!