St. Draefend's School for the Spiritually Gifted (OOC--OPEN)

[Aona]

Since the dawn of Time Itself, the universe has fought an everlasting battle.
The Holy Maker created Dark, and cast it upon all good life, saying Go, prove Life defeats Death.
But the feeble Men and Animals were afraid of the Beasts from the Void
And were slain.
But a brave few called out to the Holy Maker "Let us fight to prove our worth!"
Hearing their plight, the Maker gave their spirits breath, letting them fight and inspire their makers.
Fight Now, The Holy Maker said, I give you this Gift in love.
Fend off the darkness, and protect your innocent fellow man.
I christen you as sighted Walkers amongst the Aura in your heart.
And so came the Aurawalkers, from the ashes of fear and hate.

~Verse of Inception, Book of the Holy Maker



IC/OOC OP: Aona OOC OP: Complectuss
SEASON ONE
-Theme of the School-

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You are an Aurawalker.
You belong to an ancient people, and have been chosen by this trait for a daunting task.

Since the dawn of humanity, groups of humans have been granted special powers and abilities to manipulate their souls. These powers turned the user's souls into a physical incarnation, personified as an animal. Alongside these animals, Aurawalkers were to act as hidden soldiers, protecting the unknowing humanity from a deathly threat: Voidals. These are creatures of darkness and evil, bent on consuming the souls of all life. They are to be feared, and not taken lightly.

For some time, Aurawalker society was the pinnacle of the Earth: Rich, exotic, cultured, and just, it defended the world from underground cities of ivory and gold. However, now, they are weakened. Pushed back. With today's ever-present technology, they must resort to modern architecture, customs, and means of communication. You may have come from an Aurawalker family, and know all of this. You may have no idea of your heritage. Whatever the case, you were approached 2 months, ago, by Olivia Du'Pre, Headmistress of St. Draefend's School for the Spiritually Gifted, in Colorado. She informed you of your extreme potential, and began your training soon after. You learned about your spirit animal, and how to fight adequately with a weapon.

Now, it is Orientation Day. Like it or not, St. Draefend's is still a High School. Who will you meet? What life awaits ahead of you?

Good luck.

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Hey everyone! Welcome to St. Draefend's! I'm Aona, and I'm here to explain how this roleplay will work!

Let's start with the few things you should keep in mind:

1. The roleplay takes place in a fictional part of Colorado, USA. For all you internationals, this means there will be snow, rocky mountains, and forests everywhere!
2. There is a small town a few miles away from the school known as Gladsprings. The kids go there in their off-time to grab food, clothes, and supplies. This is a town of regular-ol' mortals, so shhh
3.

4. Every character is a sophomore. This means every character is either 15 or 16.

Voidals are nasty. You should avoid them, even when you've been fully trained. This is only what a basic one looks like.

There are 4 main classes taken by students, with 2 electives. Each class is and hour long, with elective an hour and a half. Everyone will have the same classes, save for electives, to make things easier. Class starts at 7 a.m, and ends at 2 p.m. With that said, here are the classes:
REQUIRED:
Mathmatics: Your standard math class. Subject matter varies throughout the year.
Sciences: Sciences deals with the regular sciences, but also Auratic science.
Literature: Many ancient scripts are also taught in this class.
Combat: This is a required course for any Aurawalker. Kinda like P.E, but with swords and guns.
History: Regular and Aurawalker histories are taught here.
ELECTIVES:
Spectral Training: This focuses on the manipulation of your Spirit Animal.
Lores: This focuses on the advanced cultures of Various Aurawalker Tribes.
Enhanced Combat: Additional combat training.

Spirit Animals are used by Aurawalkers when fighting threats. They are usually reflective of the fighter's personality, and can be called upon at any time. They can take damage though, and too much damage can kill them, which, in turn, destroys the aura, and sometimes the life of the Aurawalker.

Weapons are unique to every Aurawalker. Again, reflective of the Walker's personality, These can range from swords, to scythes, to guns, to hookshots. Be creative and different with your weapon!

Rules:
No Godmodding.
Sex is allowed, but both parties must be consenting. And please refrain from having it be too detailed.
I am the OP. What I say, goes.
Use proper grammar, and make you posts detailed. No One-liners, unless in conversation.
Make sure to interact with others.
If you ever need any help, TG me instead of asking on the OOC or just assuming.

APPLICATIONS:
Student & Teacher:

Code: Select all

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Appearance:
Spirit Animal:
Personality:
Weapon:
Electives/ Class Taught:
Bio:
Additional:
RP Example:
Did you read the whole OP:

[Aona]

Name: Isaac Kane (Nicknamed by peers Ike)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Yoop
Nationality: American
Spirit Animal: Grizzly Bear named Tallus
Personality: Ike is a kind, gentlemanly type. Oblivious as a rock to any form of affection, Ike's warm, unbiased attitude has made him one of the de facto leaders of most groups. On the battlefield, Ike is usually calm and collected, possessing a good ability to improvise (though his passive nature often leads to overthinking the situation). When push comes to shove, his survival instinct might be the strongest there is, and it proves how ravenously protective he is of his own.
Elective/Class Taught: Enhanced & Spectral
Weapon: Power Guantlets (blast with increased kinetic energy) [/spoiler]
Bio: Isaac was born into a fairly standard life in New York City. His parents, both wealthy business executives (no idea of their heritage), were always busy, and Isaac learned to survive on his own at an early age. Though he had many friends, Isaac always thought himself to be the third wheel, and longed for true companionship. After being recruited to St. Draefend's, Isaac was anxious for a fresh start.
Additional Details: Ike plays guitar at a very talented level, and also suffers from insomnia. So there you go!

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Name: Tago "Tag" Bolivol
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: Erm...
Appearance:

Spirit Animal: Giant Squid, Yaq
Personality: Tag is...an interesting person. Technically, he's a genius. Like, almost a savant. The only problem is, all that information is covered by a thick layer of complexity and confusion. He shows little emotion (other than mild indifference), and says odd, often profound things, appearing as aloof and distant. Put him in front of many subjects, and his encyclopedia-like mind will clearly show its face, but if you're trying to have him behave like a normal human....good luck.
Weapon: Rope Dart
Electives/ Class Taught: Lores and....Lores. Again. How did he get two lores classes dammit what
Bio: Tag was born to a pair of Aurawalker scientists, and lived on a small tropical island, with a community just under 30. The jungle was exotic, and contained many endangered species. Most considered it a paradise, but Tag just kinda liked it, he guessed. From an early age he was shown to rapidly excel in his classes, and was enrolled in western college courses by age 8. He didn't seem to notice. Eventually, Olivia Du'Pre approached him, and offerered the attendance to St. Draefend's. Seeing no downsides, he agreed.
Additional: Nope
RP Example: Nope
Did you read the whole OP: I wrote it yo

[Aona]

Your Students

Isaac Kane, played by Aona
Tago Bolivol, played by Aona
Raven Foley, played by Complectuss
Isla Tarembor, played by The Starlight
Mikael Crocuta, played by Saoirse o Forsa
Invictus Lee, played by The Greater States of Valyria
Alphonse Fate, played by Akkaga
Alex Silas, played by Tarnen
Laurel Athinganos, played by Pinki3 Pon-3
Deryll Graves, played by Komminland
Elendil & Artanis Helyanwe, played by Merodin
Dustin Hart, played by Achidyemay
Natalie Rivelle, played by Aona

[Kalbana]

tag

[Aona]

bump

[The Almighty Bob]

Name: Steven McGanigan
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Nationality: Canadian
Theme Song:
Appearance: Raven black hair, silvery eyes, above average height.
Spirit Animal: Wolf
Personality: A loner, Steven doesn't have a lot of friends. However, he can be surprisingly emotional and he likes to help people out when he can.
Weapon: Throwing Knives
Electives: Spectral Training, Lores
Bio: Not much to tell. Normal family life, only child, parents worried about him for being so antisocial, then BAM! Aurawalking. His parents tried to have him go to some boarding school or something, which he decided wasn't necessary. He ran away from home and he's been running ever since. He wound up here in Colorado and found his way to Saint Draefend's. He realized that he had no idea how to control his powers and was probably just going to end up dead, so he had a change of heart. He managed to charm his way into the school, by which I mean with money of dubious origins. That isn't really the point here. The point is...um...wait, this is supposed to be a bio. I guess it's over then? Yeah.
Additional: N/A
RP Example: Almost Gods
Did you read the whole OP: Pfft no (yes)

[Complectuss]

Name: Raven Foley
Age: 16
Gender: F
Nationality: American
Appearance:

Spirit Animal: Saker Falcon "Orpheus"
Personality: Socially withdrawn, hot-headed, usually not open minded, relieves stress and tension through combat training, blah blah boring tsundere shit that gets to change later
Weapon: Pistol Crossbow
Electives/ Class Taught: Enhanced Combat and Spectral Training
Bio: Raven grew up in a small town in eastern Tennessee with her mother and her father. Her mother was a very traditionalist aurawalker, and openly spoke with her father of her heritage and culture. She often sought peace in crafting clothing and other cultural objects, and would sell her wares. Her father was a man of American service, an esteemed member of his squad in the army. He would never be away for more than a year and a half, and called all the time. Although he was away a lot, she still grew a close bond with her father, and learned to appreciate her mother's tradition.

She was taught the old Auraen language, and was learning to channel spiritual energy around the age of eight. Of course, her mother never had intentions of her daughter using her spirit for anything but peace and maintaining the culture. When her father suggested paintball, she gave it a 'why not try it out?' and joined him. From that day she grew to love combat, thanks to being introduced to it in a positive way from her father. Soon, any workout or game of paintball or lazer tag was always associated with that feeling of having a good time with her father.

Unfortunately, at the age of 11, and soon after she had taken to the art of using a real weapon, a small crossbow (her dad had recommended it), he was declared KIA while deployed in Afghanistan. She took his passing hard. She shut out her mother, she shut out social interaction altogether. All she could really do to 'cope' was to do what made her feel closer to him, so she was working out many hours a night, never letting her still growing muscles rest for more than a day, making herself sore and tired. When confronted by her mother, she faced that she was becoming obsessive and only hurting herself more. She decided to channel those feelings not only through her fitness, but through what he'd wanted to teach her in the first place. Rigorously, she practices and trains. Her mother has grown to be a much quieter person anymore.

She was recently approached by Ms. Du'Pre at her home, where the three of them all sat down and had a niiiiiice chat about sending her away.
Additional: I dunno.
RP Example: Bitch?
Did you read the whole OP: Bitch?!?

[Aona]

Name: Raven Foley

Ello
accepted

Name: Steven McGanigan

Ehhhhhh. You're gonna need a lot more, dude. It's a bit too small right now.

[The Starlight]

Tag!

[Lavan Tiri]

Name: Kristyl "Tilly" McFaughen.
Age: 15
Gender: Femme.
Nationality: Scottish.
Appearance:

Spirit Animal: Jaguar, "Paco".
Personality:Firey and bold, Tilly doesn't let anything stand in her way if she can help it. She is liable to fly off the handle at minor provocations, and won't let boys try and push her around. Or anyone else; she's a defender of all people, if they want her help. And, Tilly is a stickler for chivalry, thusly not dating any guy who she doesn't feel is a "gentleman".
Weapon: I can has Axe spray deodorant and cigarette lighter?
Electives: Later
Bio:Later
Additional: Ba-dum-tsh.
RP Example: I refuse.
Did you read the whole OP:No.

[The Starlight]

Name: Isla Tarembor
Age:15
Gender:Female
Nationality: English
Appearance:
Spirit Animal: Fox
Personality: Isla is always eager for battle, but is clever and knows when she is outmatched. Generally, her quick tongue, wit and cleverness, though she is not brilliant, gets her out of most situations.
Weapon: Twin Katanas *giant grin*
Electives/ Class Taught: Spectral Training and Enhanced Combat
Bio: Isla spent almost her entire life in Britain. After school, which was a bore, she spent her time watching Asian martial art and action movies. Eventually, she started jumping around the house and swinging makeshift katanas. She even got pretty good at it, learning several martial art forms by imitating the actors on screen, watching the movies over and over again. Eventually, her mum was convinced and allowed her to attend classes. She was enrolled in several martial arts classes, along with a fencing class. Isla learned quickly, gaining her belts and mastery of most of what she was enrolled in. As a gift from her sensei, she received two twin katanas, which she revered above all else. But then, it was revealed to her that her sensei, all that time, of whom she had grown a bit suspicious due to many absences of their lessons, was Olivia Du'Pre. She was informed of her heritage and so was relocated to St. Draefend's to learn about her powers.
Additional: None
RP Example: Gaea, A Fantasy RP
Did you read the whole OP: Yes

[Complectuss]

Name: Kristyl "Tilly" McFaughen.
Age: 15
Gender: Femme.
Nationality: Scottish.
Appearance:

(Image)

Spirit Animal: Jaguar, "Paco".
Personality:Firey and bold, Tilly doesn't let anything stand in her way if she can help it. She is liable to fly off the handle at minor provocations, and won't let boys try and push her around. Or anyone else; she's a defender of all people, if they want her help. And, Tilly is a stickler for chivalry, thusly not dating any guy who she doesn't feel is a "gentleman".
Weapon: Ba-fucking-zooka.
Electives: Later
Bio:Later
Additional: Ba-dum-tsh.
RP Example: I refuse.
Did you read the whole OP:No.

Yeah a bazooka isn't really gonna work. This is more like melee and non-firearm weaponry. Swords and shit.

Star, just because of the background from this rp, could I ask you to find an anime styled picture, if that's alright?

[The Starlight]

Star, just because of the background from this rp, could I ask you to find an anime styled picture, if that's alright?

Sure, I suppose, didn't realize this was anime-based. I'll find something.

[Complectuss]

Star, just because of the background from this rp, could I ask you to find an anime styled picture, if that's alright?

Sure, I suppose, didn't realize this was anime-based. I'll find something.

Thanks.

And one other little detail, Mrs. Du'Pre is an older woman, and she's been headmistress at the academy for years now. Maybe an old friend of hers could be Isla's sensei instead?

[The Starlight]

Sure, I suppose, didn't realize this was anime-based. I'll find something.

Thanks.

And one other little detail, Mrs. Du'Pre is an older woman, and she's been headmistress at the academy for years now. Maybe an old friend of hers could be Isla's sensei instead?

Sure.

[Lunas Legion]

App will be up tomorrow, since I should probably go to sleep now.

[Complectuss]

Thanks.

And one other little detail, Mrs. Du'Pre is an older woman, and she's been headmistress at the academy for years now. Maybe an old friend of hers could be Isla's sensei instead?

Sure.

Thanks. Otherwise, seems to be fine to me. Aona's last word, though.

[Aona]

Yeahhh, agreed, bazooka's a bit overkill. However, I'll veto the swords and shit statement. Light firearms and distance weapons are fine, and are all seperate cases, tbh.

As for the anime-themed pic, it's not really necessary. Change it if you want, but I like that appearance!

Yes comp i am totally stomping on your picture-style uniformity

[Achidyemay]

Name: Dustin T. Hart
Age: 15.6789
Gender: Male
Nationality: 'Murica!
Appearance: Don't worry Comp, some people care

Spirit Animal: Stag
Theme song: It has words, deal with it

Personality: Deeply cynical and distrusting, he projects himself as light and bubbly, trying very hard to craft himself as a good person. However, he usually will be hatching some sort of plan and has no trouble lying to people and using them. He does have a strong protective side though, if you manage to become his friend, he just hasn't allowed people to get that close to him in a long time. All of this also means he'll do what it takes to remain in the public's good graces. A majority of his life has been an act, and he does want to make a difference in the world, but he distrusts himself as well. A liar has difficulty trusting anyone, but a skillful liar can hoodwink themselves. He is a skillful liar who has managed to convince himself that everything is bright and sunny.

Weapon: 243 Winchester rifle.
Electives/ Class Taught: Spectral Training and Lore

Bio: Warning, It's a book.

His parents met at a bar on a Friday night, Cecilia was the designated driver for her friends while they got more than a little tipsy, Jared had just got off work and was looking for a beer and some time to relax. Jared started the conversation, laying on the compliments, flirting, and pity thick. She, naturally laughed all of this off and after five minutes of talking they had really hit it off, he stopped flirting and the two connected over favorite past-times and politicians and flowers. They talked and talked, and when it came time for her friends to leave, she just called a cab for them and then they talked some more. He said he'd like to take her out on a proper date, but she turned him down, never one to rush into things.
The next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, he left a flower on her porch. And each time, she would pick it up, smile, shake her head a little, and then go back inside. Eventually, they met again at a bar, and this time he asked her what her favorite flower was. She said that her favorite flowers were the ones she got from him. This time when he asked her out, she said yes.

Skipping ahead three years, they married at a local church in their town. He quits his job at the lumber yard and she quit her teaching job and they opened a small store that held one of everything in stock. According to the sign. A Mom & Pop store through and through. Despite not really knowing much about the craft, it was one of those spontaneous things that ruined people later on. But the community was one where everyone knew each other, and so it wasn't that bad because friends don't jip friends. Another two years and Cecilia is pregnant with Dustin, who happens to be born on her 29th birthday. The parents loved the baby and always had time for him, living just above the store. Even when they had two more kids, each spaced out about a year and a quarter behind the next, they had time for each kid. Insisting on not sending them to a daycare, mostly because it just wasn't necessary.

Growing up, the family was incredibly close to each other, they would play together in the evenings when the store closed, and every Monday night was board-game night and every Wednesday, after dinner, they would all crowd about the small living room and watch the newest episode of Survivor. Dustin would attend the school down the block, and everyone was a bit teary-eyed and dustin was really sad to leave his parents to go to his first day of kindergarten. In fact, that seemed to be the first "trajedy" to strike the family, everything else had been rapped in peaches in cream, the business was doing succesful and everyone was in good health.
For the next few years, more people joined the small train behind Jared as he took his sons to school. His sons, his son's friends, the neighbor's kids who tagged along for some reason. Dustin had gotten good grades and usually made B-average honor roll, doing particularly well in math and English, much better at least than science.
He didn't actually take a liking to biology until he was older and math got harder exponentially (budum tiss) and his father began to take him on hunting trips. Hunting had actually been a huge part of the family for a long time now, and now that he was old enough to actually understand it, his father began to take him along. Dustin loved this and he loved spending time with his father who seemed most in his element when he was in the forest, a font of wisdom on the surrounding animals. On their first trip, they bagged some small game and took it home and Mom cooked it and the dinner conversation that night was filled with happiness and good vibes as the two men told their story of the hunt, Dustin stretching the truth as if he were a professional fisherman. His dad had one of the hides made into mittens for Dustin in commemoration of the moment.

Now, old enough to hunt without his Dad's help, having been taught all he knows, he was in one side of the woods and his dad was in the other, each in stands and hunting much larger game. Dustin heard some yelling from the other side of the forest, worried he realized it was his Dad. This was followed by three quick reports of gunfire. It was as Dustin was climbing down that the three reports had been repeated. This was bad, this was very bad. Three shots was generally used as a way to call people to you from your part because something had gone wrong or if you had gotten lost. Following the sound and using his general knowledge of where his father was, he moved as quickly as he could through the woods without being reckless. When he got to his father's stand he discovered him laying on the ground, bleeding from his leg and breathing ridiculously shallow. Dustin instantly called 9-1-1 and thankfully, the stand was only fifty feet off of the road.

Turns out, Jared had fallen from his stand, landed bad, and was paralyzed with a broken leg and three ribs. He would drown in his own blood while the ambulance took its sweet time getting there.

The shop was closed that night, and an aunt brought them some Chinese at the hospital, it would go largely uneaten. Dustin felt somehow responsible and Mom went several days without eating. She just locked herself in their her room for days, eventually coming out to eat and go to the bathroom. Dustin took care of his brothers and his mother for the next few months until mom came around to her senses and lost it, eventually turning to drugs. Dustin wanted to help her, but didn't really know what to do himself. In his mind, his Mom's reaction was the correct one and the only thing preventing him from taking the robin's-egg blue pills his mom did was his responsibility to his brothers. He couldn't abandon them the way Mom had. He ran the store, dropping out of school at thirteen by forging his mother's signature.
People would ask questions, and he would give them excuses and lies and say that everything was fine. He got good at making excuses, and selling people things, as he ran the store. Naturally, grandma did the taxes, he's just a boy he can't do that.

His mother didn't realize that when he came home reeking of gasoline and smoke what was going on. And in everyones mind, nothing was wrong with Dustin. Dustin didn't even think something was wrong with himself. He was good at making excuses, and that billboard depicting smiling orphaned kids was lying, so, naturally, it must burn. He saw nothing wrong with it and didn't stop until the cops began to look into the large up-tic in arson and when he almost started a forest-fire. Really it was the forest fire.
He stood there, in the middle of a clearing, lighter fluid in one hand and a lighter in the other. Dry grass surrounding him on all sides, and forest beyond that. His father's ashes had been spread in this forest, naturally he should turn the rest of the forest into ashes. He breathed in deeply and flicked the lighter open, then he heard a chirping behind him and noticed a small squirrel. And that took him back to his dad, and the lessons he had been taught, and of his reverence to the forest. And suddenly burning it down seemed like the worst possible thing he could do. He buried the lighter and the fluid. He didn't light anymore fires after that.

That weekend, he got his mother into a treatment center and things began to look good. He would visit his mother as much as he could and one of their Aunts would watch over the kids. Three weeks sober, he got a letter saying she had committed suicide. Slamming the letter down on the table, Dustin ran outside, into the woods, picked up a stick and hit a tree until the stick broke into an unusable hilt he chucked at the tree. He punched the pine, bark flaking off, blood running painfully from his fists. He was mad at the center, for letting her do this, and he was mad at mom for abandoning them, and for his dad not being more careful, and for him lighting the fires, and he hit the tree, pushing all of his pent-up rage into the bull pine. His aunt came out and found him, and she wrapped her hands around him and they sank to the ground and she began to sing the same song his mom had sang to him when he had fallen off of his bike and scraped his knee and whenever he had ever needed her before the accident. He broke down and sobbed into her shoulder.

And still, he had to keep up appearances, they were adopted by their aunt and he still worked in the store. He saw no reason to go to school, and it didn't take long for him to figure out that his mother's sister was stealing money from the store. He sort of disowned himself after that, living alone in the store. And yet, if you had just met him, walking into his store to by some rope or whatever, he would meet you with a bright smile and talk as if his only wish was to get you the best deal, and you wouldn't know he came from a broken and burning family.

It was on a hike that summer, when he sat on the cliff and saw the town and valley spread out before him. His legs swung easily in front of him, bouncing off of the stone face, and he spread his arms and felt a breeze and it felt like he was flying, weightless and with no worries. Suddenly, he was pulled back roughly by the collar and his eyes snapped open and he realized he had scooted off the edge. And above him was a really big deer. Dustin would later realize it was a stag, and that it had saved his life. He thought it had belonged to someone else, it was trained, that was the only explanation, but he didnt see anyone out here. He was confused his entire walk back, and then realized as the cervine's hooves clopped onto the sidewalk, that this was his animal.
It was a neighbor three doors down, who had a cousin who lived next to a guy who had worked once with Olivia Du'Pre. After the three other guys who had seen the deer following him were gotten ridiculously drunk and then convinced that this was just a hunting story as part of the cover-up, and everybody else was forced into secrecy, Dustin was recruited to St. Draefend's. Dustin didn't like or trust the people, but was sorted forced into it.

Additional: Stag of Lord Hircine fame, not Harry Potter fame. Any Harry Potter references will be met with severe hatred by both myself and my character. Thank you, have a nice day.
RP Example: To Kill a God, Re:Lay, The Almost Gods, Murder 101, A bunch more, I've apped for almost every one of Aona's RPs since Privateer.
Did you read the whole OP: I wrote it yo I read it yo

[Complectuss]

RP Example: To Kill a God, Re:Lay, The Almost Gods, Murder 101, A bunch more, I've apped for almost every one of Aona's RPs since Privateer.
Did you read the whole OP: Of course I did, the links and side stuff nearly crashed my computer (but that's mostly my fault for having thirty links on 8 different webpages, some laptops just can't handle that)

Wait wait, you were in Privateer?? Who did you play???

[Achidyemay]

RP Example: To Kill a God, Re:Lay, The Almost Gods, Murder 101, A bunch more, I've apped for almost every one of Aona's RPs since Privateer.
Did you read the whole OP: Of course I did, the links and side stuff nearly crashed my computer (but that's mostly my fault for having thirty links on 8 different webpages, some laptops just can't handle that)

Wait wait, you were in Privateer?? Who did you play???

I apped for Privateer and was unfortunately turned down. Otherwise it was that organ player guy.

[Complectuss]

Wait wait, you were in Privateer?? Who did you play???

I apped for Privateer and was unfortunately turned down. Otherwise it was that organ player guy.

Oh coolio. Cheng was my old account, I played to cute engineer girl.

[Aona]

I apped for Privateer and was unfortunately turned down. Otherwise it was that organ player guy.

Oh coolio. Cheng was my old account, I played to cute engineer girl.

lookit dem cuties

anyway

Pathological liar is spooking me, Achid. I dont think itll all work, but please stay because we love youuuuu

[Achidyemay]

Oh coolio. Cheng was my old account, I played to cute engineer girl.

lookit dem cuties

anyway

Pathological liar is spooking me, Achid. I dont think itll all work, but please stay because we love youuuuu

Okay fine, anything for you bae
I won't be able to finish it anyway for an unhealthy amount of time (if you were, say, bleeding out), so I was just sort of getting my ideas for a character put down and shtuff li' dat.

[Complectuss]

mmmmmmmm bump