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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 17:05:16 GMT -5
Hello everyone, My name is... well that will come later, so for now lets go with: Syn. Technically speaking: I would rather be thought of as an "Import" than a "Noob"... because I have previous role play experience and am used to regularly writing 300+ word posts, although I will try and keep this one short(ish). I will describe my likes and dislikes as a person, then I will tell you about my personality in real life, then you will get an excerpt form one of my books I am working on (if I can still find it...).
Favorite book: Eragon (What else?) Favorite food: Hamburger with pineapple ring and teriyaki sauce Favorite band: Dragonforce Least favorite book in The inheritance cycle: Eldest Favorite movie: Star Wars episode II Pet Peeve: When people bust into my room, yell at me then walk away while leaving my door open!!! (Rage!!!!!)
Age: 16 Gender: Male Height: 6'6'' (198.12 cm to all you yanks  ) Nationality: American Race: Caucasian I am an easygoing guy, the kind that is hard to piss off but wrecks shit when they get going. I play Basketball, American Football, and I can sing beautifully if I do say so myself. I like to eat and I like to exercise. I am a Computer Genius to the max, I hate being told I am wrong, although I am usually right. I am HILLARIOUS in person no lie, and I absolutely love chocolate!
Currently I am creating a character, He will be a beast! I am about halfway done after 5 or so hours straight work. yes I have read the rules, yes I know what I am doing but of course; I will take advice! feel free to say hi in my mailbox or post here to welcome me or shun me with cold indifference or whatever you guys do for initiation...
Synister for now...
-SYn-
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Feb 22, 2014 18:47:40 GMT -5
Syn welcome! i'm glad you joined us, experienced rpers like you are always welcome. it sounds like fun rping with posts that long. no worries about keeping it short-ish. usually we end up close to that anyways. some of us even do 500+ ones.
interesting favorite food too, id never think of that combo, id try it but i dont like pineapple.
im looking forward to rping with you and sounds like you are on the right track reading rules and all that jazz. hm initiation haha no nothing mean or cold. anyone is welcome here and we love to get new people to rp with.
(also im really sorry about my grammar in this post. i swear my grammar is much better than this. its just i hurt my arm and im recovering from the injury. the brace i wear on my arm while it heals really restricts my typing ability. sometimes i take it off so i can type decently but right now it hurts enough that i have to wear it. so please excuse this crummy post and grammar.)
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Post by Quetzal on Feb 22, 2014 19:28:14 GMT -5
Hi, my name's Quetzal. As you can see from the thing on the side. I can't wait to see your character! The ideas people have here are often pretty interesting, and I'd love to see how you've fleshed them out and given them depth and all that. I also hope we can RP together once your character's been accepted! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask here, in the cbox or via PM. However experienced people are with roleplaying, our plot here can be pretty crazy to understand. Even we get confused sometimes, there's so much going on |
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Post by Brenton on Feb 22, 2014 19:35:57 GMT -5
Hello, I am Brenton Bromsson, just kidding but I do go by Brenton on here. Titles don't really suit me so if you don't want to be called a newb then that's fine with me. As for length of posts, don't shorten them for us since the ones of us who post normally put up 200+ to 1000+ word posts on a regular basis. As Quetzal said, this site is confusing if you don't know the plot so if you have questions then feel free to ask the staff (Quetzal, Emiryal, and myself) and we will get to you soon.
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 20:30:25 GMT -5
Thank you all for your warm and welcoming words. I do hope to finish my character within the next few hours, I am working on the history part... and he is **, so that'll take a while . I hope you all will check him out. can someone message me a link to the classes page? I can only find one for races... kind of 'confusionised' on that pages existence/ whereabouts... whoops I accidentally disclosed his age, lemme star that S*** out right quick! #SOOOOEXCITED!!!! |
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Post by Quetzal on Feb 22, 2014 20:35:34 GMT -5
Classes as in warrior, mage, etc? We don't have those. Characters don't always fit neatly into specific groups, so you can just make him whatever you like.
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 20:37:06 GMT -5
interesting favorite food too, id never think of that combo, id try it but i dont like pineapple. No, the pineapple gets cooked in, it gets softer and sweeter, and you HAVE to try it, go to Red Robin's, and get one I think its called the Beach Bum or something...
-SYn-
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 20:41:15 GMT -5
Classes as in warrior, mage, etc? We don't have those. Characters don't always fit neatly into specific groups, so you can just make him whatever you like. Ok, so there is no list? gotcha, ill make up a really name for what I am thinking about.... Can't tell anyone sorry, its a secret for now. |
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Post by Brenton on Feb 22, 2014 20:44:21 GMT -5
There's sides or factions like Assassin, Neutral, Empire, Varden, and Elf. The Elf and Assassin aren't used very often but they do exist. Other than that no class or anything like that.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Feb 22, 2014 20:47:21 GMT -5
hm interesting. i could try it. make sure i go with someone who likes pineapple in case i dont like it still xP
and yeah no classes list. pretty much anything goes for classes like if you want them to be a fighter, barbarian or whatever just have the bio reflect that. no limits on that as long as its realistic in alagasia.
ooo secrets sweet.
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 20:51:24 GMT -5
Ok, and here is a little something I wrote a while back that I found floating around on my disc drive... here goes:
The Pawns
AN ESSAY ON CAPITOLISM
Most people think of a chessboard as having three or four categories of pieces. In truth there are two. You can sugarcoat it all you want, but their roles are simple. The upper class is composed of noble knights, holy bishops, steadfast rooks, and the royalty. They are the ones worth protecting, the big players. Through any troubles that their opponent outputs, through anything at all they are shielded with the lives of their lesser, The Pawns. The pawns are a lower class, born to serve. The only way for a pawn to advance through the ranks is to prove its worth on the battlefield, run through enemy lines, cutting down all in its path, and make it to the other side of the Battlefield. There it will receive the training to become a knight, bishop, rook, or even a mighty queen! Pawns rarely go through this transformation, possibly once per game, that means one chance in 8 that a particular pawn will make it across the battlefield. Sad but True fact: Wee Pawns are BORN TO DIE!!!
This relates to real life because there are two classes of working people in a capitalist economy, the people who work and the people who worked; The Laborers and the Capitalists themselves. The capitalist class is compose of the people who had an idea, or who's ancestors had an idea and already have stacks of hundred dollar bills keeping their piggy bank nice and insulated, then worked on the idea for a couple years, eventually paying other people to do it for them. Even simple entrepreneurs become capitalists after a while the working class is paid very little so that their “masters” don’t lose profit to the pawns under their feet. The only way to climb to the rank of capitalist is to push everyone below you even further to the ground so you can look better than them to loan companies, and possibly secure a loan to start a business. You then must work hard, harder than the already established capitalists, and bring new products to the table, ones that work better or fulfill a different function than their predecessors’ established good. Capitalism, if you play your cards well or poorly, can either make you rich or beat the crap out of your economic standing. We are the pawns, what will you do?
-Christmas-
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I used to write as Lord_Christmas, then I changed to Carnival, then Lord_Halloween, now I write as The_Hunter. so this sh** is OLD!!!
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 20:54:23 GMT -5
.............................................................. ooo secrets sweet. You guys need to petition proboards for a like button, if this was Facebook I would totally have liked that and posted a funny picture of something like a cake or a donut..... just saying |
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Feb 22, 2014 20:54:34 GMT -5
old but good. thats a nice bit there for an essay very well thought out. |
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Feb 22, 2014 20:56:16 GMT -5
.............................................................. ooo secrets sweet. You guys need to petition proboards for a like button, if this was Facebook I would totally have liked that and posted a funny picture of something like a cake or a donut..... just saying there really is a like button on proboards, its hidden right now on this forum though. if enough members want it though id be glad to put it up. |
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 21:01:30 GMT -5
my vote: yes
and here is a combat except, very poor by my standards, but all I can find. here goes:
The day progressed slowly and melancholy, first she did her normal regime of exercises, and then she ate in the cafeteria as multiple people tormented her for petty things, she was used to ignoring them, but they had caught her on a bad day. She stood up and flipped the table. She proceeded to do the thing she had been trained to do. Kill without emotion. Their blood sprayed her face and arms as she broke noses, opened jugulars and shattered throats. She knew the fastest ways to kill and she performed her art without mercy. She kicked one guy in the neck so hard that his head literally flew off his shoulders. Some of the teachers tried to step in to stop her, but they were ‘gently’ placed on the opposite side of the room with a swift kick to their ribs. Kara tried to keep the teachers alive, but she didn’t always succeeded; the third one that came at her, a kind man in his late thirties, landed on his neck and died instantly
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 21:03:13 GMT -5
There is a bigger story there if anyone is interested.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Feb 22, 2014 21:04:11 GMT -5
nice, thats good. combat ones can be tricky.
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 21:05:33 GMT -5
ah, eff it....
Kara woke up covered in moisture. She had re-lived the death of her parents in a dream. Again. The nightmares had been haunting her for weeks now, Ever since the fight in the tavern that left both of her parents’ brains splattered on the wall by a gunman’s bullets. Kara had been sent to a boarding school two days after. It was horrible, for some reason, the kids hated her right away, and they tormented her over her parents death, still she had promised her father that she would never use her shao lin training to harm another Sentinent before she had been sent away at the age of five to a remote jungle planet’s mountain dojo. There she had been instructed in the many ways to bring death to other Sentinents humanoid and not. Now, at the age of sixteen, after eleven years of training, her body was 140 lbs of Organic death. Her oath was hard to keep at times, but she maintained it with vigor stricter than the body’s need for food. She never failed to wish she had made an exception on that night, and she hated herself for both not doing it, and for wishing she had.
The day progressed slowly and melancholy, first she did her normal regime of exercises, and then she ate in the cafeteria as multiple people tormented her for petty things, she was used to ignoring them, but they had caught her on a bad day. She stood up and flipped the table. She proceeded to do the thing she had been trained to do. Kill without emotion. Their blood sprayed her face and arms as she broke noses, opened jugulars and shattered throats. She knew the fastest ways to kill and she performed her art without mercy. She kicked one guy in the neck so hard that his head literally flew off his shoulders. Some of the teachers tried to step in to stop her, but they were ‘gently’ placed on the opposite side of the room with a swift kick to their ribs. Kara tried to keep the teachers alive, but she didn’t always succeeded the third one that came at her, a kind man in his late thirties, landed on his neck and died instantly. After that, the teachers resorted to calling the police, although Kara laughed as she heard the number dialed, once she was angry not much could stand in her way.
After the last child died, and the last adult fled, Kara made her way to her room; she would need to change her clothes to remain inconspicuous in the starport. Kara packed her katana and around twenty million credits from the boarding school’s administrative office into her duffel bag. She also grabbed some gloves, to hide her split open knuckles. She could fly any stock ship that she could find in the starport. But she was going to need a little more than stock to get away. She would need to befriend a smuggler or some other type of scum that had a modified ship. She had the money to pay them; she just needed to find the right one.
Kara was almost to the starport when the police caught up to her. The recited all the standard lines. Kara turned about “They Started it” she said. One of the police officers, the leader most likely, came forward and said “Miss, we are not the ones who decide that. We would have to talk to a judge to deal with that. Now being smart men, we have already decided not to get in your way, seeing as what you did to that whole establishment, we know we couldn’t take you down by force and I have a feeling that we couldn’t keep you locked up if you came quietly and wanted to leave later. Therefore we are offering you a bargain. You come with us and we will get this sorted out with a judge so that you can walk free with no record all we want is the pay raise for ‘capturing’ such a high grade ‘criminal’ we won’t even ask you to wear handcuffs and you can sit in the front seat of the speeder. Will you come?” Kara thought over it for a minute, there was a whole squad of cops scared of her? She was so proud of herself. “Deal, but I keep 100% of this stolen money, and my katana stays with me at all times.” The cops agreed and she was given a spot in the front of the police speeder and driven to the county courthouse. The judge, it seems, was just as crooked as these cops, so she walked out not twenty minutes later carrying her money and her katana. Oh, the power of greed…
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Post by syn on Feb 22, 2014 21:06:20 GMT -5
totally unfinished:
For the first time in Gale's memory, it had rained. Never before had this much water come down at the same time. And yet the water wouldn’t cease pouring down from the blackness of space. In the past, he had wondered if Endin’s skies were capable of producing so much rain. Now he believed.
Ever since his father had died, Gale's mother hadn’t been the same, subduing her fits of drunken rage had been the least of his problems. The family had almost gone into bankruptcy and would have continued to deepen their debt had he not begun to work extra hours at his job near the center of town as a mechanic. He was good at his craft but he dreamed of working on the majestic starships he often saw fly overhead. He had never gotten the chance. Nope, this little dive of a town hadn’t had space travelers since… who know? It had been long before Gale’s time that the Starport had been used.
It was still raining when Gale stepped out of Pete’s garage. It was ten, and he was tired of fixing speeder bikes. The street lights had just come on bringing light to the many passages through the city. At this time of night most everybody in town was indoors, either playing cards or making their way into tomorrow’s hangover.
About a half mile off from his house Gale heard fighting coming from his sisters room, his mom was at it again, fighting with his big sister. She was probably freshly intoxicated on one of the many potent brews this planet was known for. His sister was a tall woman of twenty three. On Endin, (see, not complete...)
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