The Liquid Wallaby - Shining Gem of the Isles (TRANSITION)

[Lingria]

"I'm Sidney." He smiled brightly. "Retarded is a problem in the brain, my dear, in which you become...dumb."

Saren slowly flops down onto the floor and shakily stands up. "Oh. I think my little sister has that. One eye keeps looking away from the other one and she tries to eat her hand. She doesn't even have teeth!"

He giggled. "Hon, I think she is a baby, and has a lazy eye."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Saren slowly flops down onto the floor and shakily stands up. "Oh. I think my little sister has that. One eye keeps looking away from the other one and she tries to eat her hand. She doesn't even have teeth!"

He giggled. "Hon, I think she is a baby, and has a lazy eye."

"Oh, yeah, I guess that's true..." He shrugs. "Where are you from? I haven't seen you before!"

[Lingria]

He giggled. "Hon, I think she is a baby, and has a lazy eye."

"Oh, yeah, I guess that's true..." He shrugs. "Where are you from? I haven't seen you before!"

"I'm from a far away place, where Giants roam the Earth, also known as Alabama." He picked him up, holding him. "Cutie."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Oh, yeah, I guess that's true..." He shrugs. "Where are you from? I haven't seen you before!"

"I'm from a far away place, where Giants roam the Earth, also known as Alabama." He picked him up, holding him. "Cutie."

His eyes go wide with awe and he stares up at him. "Alabama? I've heard of that place... that's where cheeseburgers and stuff are from, right?"

[Lingria]

"I'm from a far away place, where Giants roam the Earth, also known as Alabama." He picked him up, holding him. "Cutie."

His eyes go wide with awe and he stares up at him. "Alabama? I've heard of that place... that's where cheeseburgers and stuff are from, right?"

"Right, America!" He giggled.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

His eyes go wide with awe and he stares up at him. "Alabama? I've heard of that place... that's where cheeseburgers and stuff are from, right?"

"Right, America!" He giggled.

"I wanna go there some day. Dad never goes on... dippomattic trips there, though. He's always off making friends with lame people." Saren pouts slightly.

[Lingria]

"Right, America!" He giggled.

"I wanna go there some day. Dad never goes on... dippomattic trips there, though. He's always off making friends with lame people." Saren pouts slightly.

"I can take you one day." He smiled.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"I wanna go there some day. Dad never goes on... dippomattic trips there, though. He's always off making friends with lame people." Saren pouts slightly.

"I can take you one day." He smiled.

"... Daddy told me not to go with people to places, though."

A rather tall fellow dressed in finery and with a decent set of facial hair picks Saren up from behind, tickling him. "Is my little puffball making friends again? I swear I should just have you do my job for me, at this rate." He offers his hand to Sidney. "I'm Cerril, Saren's father."

[Lingria]

"I can take you one day." He smiled.

"... Daddy told me not to go with people to places, though."

A rather tall fellow dressed in finery and with a decent set of facial hair picks Saren up from behind, tickling him. "Is my little puffball making friends again? I swear I should just have you do my job for me, at this rate." He offers his hand to Sidney. "I'm Cerril, Saren's father."

"Oh...my..." He blushed brightly. "H-handsome fella...." She shook his hand.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Oh...my..." He blushed brightly. "H-handsome fella...." She shook his hand.

Cerril blinks slightly and retracts his hand shortly after. "Thank you kindly! You aren't too shabby yourself."

[New Babylonia]

(Just incase you've heard of this character before from Ozzy, i wanted to make note that this is not the form you've heard. This is the TSB version which, ironically given how bad i was there, is the more interesting and balanced one. Instead of becoming a pyscho robot designer to take over the world, this version of her, relatively the same in every way, becomes a professional fighter like TSB Aurora did. Her self-made beam spell will also no longer one-shot a Correlian tank, which is beyond FT tech. I shouldn't be using that at all anyway though.

In the future, i'll probably just TG you the forms of my characters i'm thinking of for extra assurance, instead of an OOC blob like this, since i have a bit of a rocky past with managing power level and balancing properly. If anyone has ideas to help with fixing the rest of mine, those are also appreciated and encouraged, as my progress is somewhat slow.)

An aqua blue anthro mare, and unicorn at that, whose mane was strangely an ethereal length of colors which complemented and mimicked the Aurora Borealis with stunning accuracy, casually walks in to a park like any normal teenager girl would, texting mindlessly on her phone. Because why would a professional fighter in another world, even a teenager, act any more like an adult after making a living of beating people up. The normal attire of shorts far shorter than they needed to be and a tank top perhaps a bit to small, did nothing to suggest that her towering intellect or success in the ring had done a thing to mature her. Though, at the very least, her choice of luggage did at least make notion of some progress being made, with flatly-colored dufflebags over each shoulder, and a bag similar to that often worn to school on her back. Picking a bench, or rather just noticing it with peripheral visions, she sets the bags down and proceeds to sit herself. The long trip she's been on seems to not have bothered her much, her cellphone on the other hand, certainly is, as she hits it off the arm rest, "Stupid piece of shit... goddamn phone companies bullshit upgrade contracts." and finishes her short exposition of mild irritation by whipping the phone into a tree and shattering it to pieces.

(Hopefully i made a decent entrance.)

[Scamvidia]

Ano comes in. "Well that was short lived, for me at least."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Just incase you've heard of this character before from Ozzy, i wanted to make note that this is not the form you've heard. This is the TSB version which, ironically given how bad i was there, is the more interesting and balanced one. Instead of becoming a pyscho robot designer to take over the world, this version of her, relatively the same in every way, becomes a professional fighter like TSB Aurora did. Her self-made beam spell will also no longer one-shot a Correlian tank, which is beyond FT tech. I shouldn't be using that at all anyway though.

In the future, i'll probably just TG you the forms of my characters i'm thinking of for extra assurance, instead of an OOC blob like this, since i have a bit of a rocky past with managing power level and balancing properly. If anyone has ideas to help with fixing the rest of mine, those are also appreciated and encouraged, as my progress is somewhat slow.)

An aqua blue anthro mare, and unicorn at that, whose mane was strangely an ethereal length of colors which complemented and mimicked the Aurora Borealis with stunning accuracy, casually walks in to a park like any normal teenager girl would, texting mindlessly on her phone. Because why would a professional fighter in another world, even a teenager, act any more like an adult after making a living of beating people up. The normal attire of shorts far shorter than they needed to be and a tank top perhaps a bit to small, did nothing to suggest that her towering intellect or success in the ring had done a thing to mature her. Though, at the very least, her choice of luggage did at least make notion of some progress being made, with flatly-colored dufflebags over each shoulder, and a bag similar to that often worn to school on her back. Picking a bench, or rather just noticing it with peripheral visions, she sets the bags down and proceeds to sit herself. The long trip she's been on seems to not have bothered her much, her cellphone on the other hand, certainly is, as she hits it off the arm rest, "Stupid piece of shit... goddamn phone companies bullshit upgrade contracts." and finishes her short exposition of mild irritation by whipping the phone into a tree and shattering it to pieces.

(Hopefully i made a decent entrance.)

('Long as we don't have too much rulebreakage or godmodding, you should be good. Welcome to the fold.)

Ano comes in. "Well that was short lived, for me at least."

Crysal glances over at him. "I completely forgot about that little stint, surprisingly. It was so short lived we didn't even make one date!"

[New Babylonia]

(Just incase you've heard of this character before from Ozzy, i wanted to make note that this is not the form you've heard. This is the TSB version which, ironically given how bad i was there, is the more interesting and balanced one. Instead of becoming a pyscho robot designer to take over the world, this version of her, relatively the same in every way, becomes a professional fighter like TSB Aurora did. Her self-made beam spell will also no longer one-shot a Correlian tank, which is beyond FT tech. I shouldn't be using that at all anyway though.

In the future, i'll probably just TG you the forms of my characters i'm thinking of for extra assurance, instead of an OOC blob like this, since i have a bit of a rocky past with managing power level and balancing properly. If anyone has ideas to help with fixing the rest of mine, those are also appreciated and encouraged, as my progress is somewhat slow.)

An aqua blue anthro mare, and unicorn at that, whose mane was strangely an ethereal length of colors which complemented and mimicked the Aurora Borealis with stunning accuracy, casually walks in to a park like any normal teenager girl would, texting mindlessly on her phone. Because why would a professional fighter in another world, even a teenager, act any more like an adult after making a living of beating people up. The normal attire of shorts far shorter than they needed to be and a tank top perhaps a bit to small, did nothing to suggest that her towering intellect or success in the ring had done a thing to mature her. Though, at the very least, her choice of luggage did at least make notion of some progress being made, with flatly-colored dufflebags over each shoulder, and a bag similar to that often worn to school on her back. Picking a bench, or rather just noticing it with peripheral visions, she sets the bags down and proceeds to sit herself. The long trip she's been on seems to not have bothered her much, her cellphone on the other hand, certainly is, as she hits it off the arm rest, "Stupid piece of shit... goddamn phone companies bullshit upgrade contracts." and finishes her short exposition of mild irritation by whipping the phone into a tree and shattering it to pieces.

(Hopefully i made a decent entrance.)

('Long as we don't have too much rulebreakage or godmodding, you should be good. Welcome to the fold.)

Ano comes in. "Well that was short lived, for me at least."

Crysal glances over at him. "I completely forgot about that little stint, surprisingly. It was so short lived we didn't even make one date!"

(I'll do my best, sooner or later i'm gonna get right, hopefully its this time)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(I'll do my best, sooner or later i'm gonna get right, hopefully its this time)

(Let me know if you need anything clarified, or, if I'm not on, ask one of the regents / co-ops)

[Scamvidia]

(Just incase you've heard of this character before from Ozzy, i wanted to make note that this is not the form you've heard. This is the TSB version which, ironically given how bad i was there, is the more interesting and balanced one. Instead of becoming a pyscho robot designer to take over the world, this version of her, relatively the same in every way, becomes a professional fighter like TSB Aurora did. Her self-made beam spell will also no longer one-shot a Correlian tank, which is beyond FT tech. I shouldn't be using that at all anyway though.

In the future, i'll probably just TG you the forms of my characters i'm thinking of for extra assurance, instead of an OOC blob like this, since i have a bit of a rocky past with managing power level and balancing properly. If anyone has ideas to help with fixing the rest of mine, those are also appreciated and encouraged, as my progress is somewhat slow.)

An aqua blue anthro mare, and unicorn at that, whose mane was strangely an ethereal length of colors which complemented and mimicked the Aurora Borealis with stunning accuracy, casually walks in to a park like any normal teenager girl would, texting mindlessly on her phone. Because why would a professional fighter in another world, even a teenager, act any more like an adult after making a living of beating people up. The normal attire of shorts far shorter than they needed to be and a tank top perhaps a bit to small, did nothing to suggest that her towering intellect or success in the ring had done a thing to mature her. Though, at the very least, her choice of luggage did at least make notion of some progress being made, with flatly-colored dufflebags over each shoulder, and a bag similar to that often worn to school on her back. Picking a bench, or rather just noticing it with peripheral visions, she sets the bags down and proceeds to sit herself. The long trip she's been on seems to not have bothered her much, her cellphone on the other hand, certainly is, as she hits it off the arm rest, "Stupid piece of shit... goddamn phone companies bullshit upgrade contracts." and finishes her short exposition of mild irritation by whipping the phone into a tree and shattering it to pieces.

(Hopefully i made a decent entrance.)

('Long as we don't have too much rulebreakage or godmodding, you should be good. Welcome to the fold.)

Ano comes in. "Well that was short lived, for me at least."

Crysal glances over at him. "I completely forgot about that little stint, surprisingly. It was so short lived we didn't even make one date!"

"That's not what I was talking about." He frowns.

[New Babylonia]

(I'll do my best, sooner or later i'm gonna get right, hopefully its this time)

(Let me know if you need anything clarified, or, if I'm not on, ask one of the regents / co-ops)

(Will do.)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"That's not what I was talking about." He frowns.

"Then what WERE you talking about, pray tell?"

[Scamvidia]

"That's not what I was talking about." He frowns.

"Then what WERE you talking about, pray tell?"

"Being in the past. It's not my fault you were too busy to actually go on a date with me."

[Lockwood Ebonheart]

( Suppose I should post a bit larger then, redescribing Lockwood for the new ones here.)

The drake stood up with a grumble. He still had his robe on - the faded grey linen flowed down his large, imposing form. 11' of broad (anthro) Dragon stood up from the corner he was sitting at. His build was far from overly bulky, but certainly something toned and with mass. Not minding the proportionately made, two handed maul that slung on his back, he casually strode across the modern day tavern, towards the woman that held a stark resemblance to the woman he met, way back when. "Excuse me, ma'am," he'd say, stepping up to her side. "I couldn't help but speak to you - you remind me of a brilliant, and very strong willed woman I've met before. My name is Lockwood, and what might yours be?" he'd ask, offering to shake her hand.

[Lingria]

"Oh...my..." He blushed brightly. "H-handsome fella...." She shook his hand.

Cerril blinks slightly and retracts his hand shortly after. "Thank you kindly! You aren't too shabby yourself."

He blushed. "O-oh my...."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Then what WERE you talking about, pray tell?"

"Being in the past. It's not my fault you were too busy to actually go on a date with me."

"Empire-building or getting your jimmies wet? I find empire building much more fun."

She mutters something under her breath.

"Not to mention sexier."

Cerril blinks slightly and retracts his hand shortly after. "Thank you kindly! You aren't too shabby yourself."

He blushed. "O-oh my...."

"... Indeed." He says, looking down at Saren. "Well, I'm off to get the fuzzball something to eat, see ya later." He walks off.

( Suppose I should post a bit larger then, redescribing Lockwood for the new ones here.)

The drake stood up with a grumble. He still had his robe on - the faded grey linen flowed down his large, imposing form. 11' of broad (anthro) Dragon stood up from the corner he was sitting at. His build was far from overly bulky, but certainly something toned and with mass. Not minding the proportionately made, two handed maul that slung on his back, he casually strode across the modern day tavern, towards the woman that held a stark resemblance to the woman he met, way back when. "Excuse me, ma'am," he'd say, stepping up to her side. "I couldn't help but speak to you - you remind me of a brilliant, and very strong willed woman I've met before. My name is Lockwood, and what might yours be?" he'd ask, offering to shake her hand.

(dat's a large post you have right there)

Crysal looked up at Lockwood with a vague look of familarity. "I don't think I'd forget the look of someone four feet taller than me." She grabbed his hand and shook it. "I'm Crysal. I believe we met... oh, I want to say around 1015. You were meant to join my crew but, alas, according to Minerva, you seemingly vanished in a lightning related explosion. I figured you died."

The innkeep jumps up slightly, hearing her name before pausing. "... Oh. Different Minerva."

[Lockwood Ebonheart]

( I'm not quoting that clusterfuck lol )

He'd grin at her before nodding, shaking her hand with a firm grip. "Pleasure, my dear. Glad to see you haven't aged a day, Nerull must smile upon you and your youthful beauty." he'd say. Though after shaking her hand, he'd look around a bit ... "Fashion seems to have taken a turn.."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

( I'm not quoting that clusterfuck lol )

He'd grin at her before nodding, shaking her hand with a firm grip. "Pleasure, my dear. Glad to see you haven't aged a day, Nerull must smile upon you and your youthful beauty." he'd say. Though after shaking her hand, he'd look around a bit ... "Fashion seems to have taken a turn.."

(Probably a good plan. :/)

She grins back up at him and gives him a slight wink. "Don't flatter me too much. I had to get rid of my last body because it could hardly walk anymore." Crysal looks around at some of the locals. Besides the standard T-shirts, pants, skirts, and shorts, many of the Arkadacian patrons are still going around shirtless with kilts.

"Some of us prefer to keep to tradition... of course, with the global exchange of cultures and people new styles of dress are bound to appear."

She scoffs. "I'll never understand the appeal of pants. They're too restricting."

[Lockwood Ebonheart]

( I'm not quoting that clusterfuck lol )

He'd grin at her before nodding, shaking her hand with a firm grip. "Pleasure, my dear. Glad to see you haven't aged a day, Nerull must smile upon you and your youthful beauty." he'd say. Though after shaking her hand, he'd look around a bit ... "Fashion seems to have taken a turn.."

(Probably a good plan. :/)

She grins back up at him and gives him a slight wink. "Don't flatter me too much. I had to get rid of my last body because it could hardly walk anymore." Crysal looks around at some of the locals. Besides the standard T-shirts, pants, skirts, and shorts, many of the Arkadacian patrons are still going around shirtless with kilts.

"Some of us prefer to keep to tradition... of course, with the global exchange of cultures and people new styles of dress are bound to appear."

She scoffs. "I'll never understand the appeal of pants. They're too restricting."

He'd grin and chuckle at her, "Well, perhaps one day i'll get to see in person, enjoying yourself without pant's" he flirted. "What, uh.. What's the current currency?" he'd ask, pulling out his coinpurse, full of 1015 Ducats. "I could probably do with a new set of clothing.. Perhaps you've some suggestions, or can help?"