Personification Life OOC VIII [OPEN -Sign up and Planning]

[Cerillium]

I had the weirdest dream in a while.

Did it involve Miss Coco Peru and twenty-two angry chickens?

[Monfrox]

I had the weirdest dream in a while.

Did it involve Miss Coco Peru and twenty-two angry chickens?

No but it did involve Amnesia, my college friends, a haunted farm, and one of them constantly hacking my Steam profile.

[Mincaldenteans]

Did it involve Miss Coco Peru and twenty-two angry chickens?

No but it did involve Amnesia, my college friends, a haunted farm, and one of them constantly hacking my Steam profile.

Ghost of Moo Moo did it, that spotty cow, that.

[Cerillium]

Ghost of Moo Moo did it, that spotty cow, that.

Milk-curdling screams abound.

[New Aksarben]

Ghost of Moo Moo did it, that spotty cow, that.

Milk-curdling screams abound.

Hey, Cer, Sterling mentioned he can create light sources with his magic in my last post. he was standing next to Giovenith at the time, so you know.

[Cerillium]

Milk-curdling screams abound.

Hey, Cer, Sterling mentioned he can create light sources with his magic in my last post. he was standing next to Giovenith at the time, so you know.

I wasn't too sure if Marcus was close enough to them (he was ferrying supplies behind the counter). That's why I had him ask.

[New Aksarben]

Hey, Cer, Sterling mentioned he can create light sources with his magic in my last post. he was standing next to Giovenith at the time, so you know.

I wasn't too sure if Marcus was close enough to them (he was ferrying supplies behind the counter). That's why I had him ask.

Ohhh okay, I can have Sterling tell Marcus then

[Terintania]

You can tell when someone isn't american by when they say 'torch' rather then 'Flashlight'

I wonder why it's said so differently?

[Cerillium]

You can tell when someone isn't american by when they say 'torch' rather then 'Flashlight'

I wonder why it's said so differently?

It took ages to use 'z' instead of 's' and to not color colour with a 'u'. My first English teacher was a Brit.

http://www.tysto.com/uk-us-spelling-list.html

Why do you call it a flashlight?

[Constaniana]

You can tell when someone isn't american by when they say 'torch' rather then 'Flashlight'

I wonder why it's said so differently?

It took ages to use 'z' instead of 's' and to not color colour with a 'u'. My first English teacher was a Brit.

http://www.tysto.com/uk-us-spelling-list.html

Why do you call it a flashlight?

I mean, I can see why that nickname might be applied to the models where if you press the button a few times it starts flashing light instead of projecting a constant, steady beam, but I don't think those have been around as long.

[Giovenith]

Because they give you light in a quick burst, which is called a flash.

Torches are those things you buy alongside pitchforks to hunt down civil nuances with your neighbors.

[The BranRiech]

Americans: we park in the driveway, and drive in the parkway.

[Terintania]

You can tell when someone isn't american by when they say 'torch' rather then 'Flashlight'

I wonder why it's said so differently?

It took ages to use 'z' instead of 's' and to not color colour with a 'u'. My first English teacher was a Brit.

http://www.tysto.com/uk-us-spelling-list.html

Why do you call it a flashlight?

I have no idea

Americans: we park in the driveway, and drive in the parkway.

Yup...

[Torsiedelle]

We speak different because we're awesome.

USA! USA!

Hello, everyone. Glorious six hours of sleep, starting at 8:30AM. Had a Mnt. Dew Kickstarter, and I feel amazing.

[Terintania]

We speak different because we're awesome.

USA! USA!

Hello, everyone. Glorious six hours of sleep, starting at 8:30AM. Had a Mnt. Dew Kickstarter, and I feel amazing.

Meh

I'm not a huge fan of America.

[Torsiedelle]

We speak different because we're awesome.

USA! USA!

Hello, everyone. Glorious six hours of sleep, starting at 8:30AM. Had a Mnt. Dew Kickstarter, and I feel amazing.

Meh

I'm not a huge fan of America.

Aussie? Canadian? Democrat?

I kidd, of course. I wasn't always a fan either, but my beliefs have taken a 180-degree turn in the past year.

[Terintania]

Meh

I'm not a huge fan of America.

Aussie? Canadian? Democrat?

I kidd, of course. I wasn't always a fan either, but my beliefs have taken a 180-degree turn in the past year.

I'm american, more democrat then republican. I don't really care for politicians as a whole, though :/

[Torsiedelle]

Aussie? Canadian? Democrat?

I kidd, of course. I wasn't always a fan either, but my beliefs have taken a 180-degree turn in the past year.

I'm american, more democrat then republican. I don't really care for politicians as a whole, though :/

Politics is a pain

I wouldn't call myself Republican, but I definitely weigh more on the right. I've become disillusioned with the left as of late. Ah well.

[Tiltjuice]

It's always a ball until you land on your head. *nods*

[Giovenith]

It's always a ball until you land on your head. *nods*

I've actually landed on my head during rough-housing before. Not far enough for damage, but still. It's not so much the hit on your head as it is the loud SNAP your teeth make that's really jarring.

[Tiltjuice]

It's always a ball until you land on your head. *nods*

I've actually landed on my head during rough-housing before. Not far enough for damage, but still. It's not so much the hit on your head as it is the loud SNAP your teeth make that's really jarring.

True.

[Mincaldenteans]

Can the day go any slower?

-Sits at work watching the clock- move damn you, I want out of here!

[Arastold]

Hi, I'm a newbie to Forum Roleplaying, I've done very little in terms of it. Also I say it right now, my command of the English language isn't very amazing, even though I'm a native english speaker.

Your NS Nation's Nickname:The Kingdom of Arastold

Character Name: “Lord” Jason Remus Darkblade

Character Gender: Male

Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Human: From another universe

Character Physical Description (height, weight, apparent age, actual age):

Disheveled shoulder length black hair that is usually in a ponytail, grayish blue eyes, slightly arced eyebrows, thin lips that are generally scowling, pale skin. Generally wears loose black pants and loose black long-sleeve shirt, he occasionally wears chain-mail, he mostly wears boots, except for when he is in a more modern setting. On both arms he has tattoos, on his left arm it is a fire snake wrapped around his arm, on the right arm it is another snake, this time made out of shadows. There is also a third tattoo on his back which is a black scythe with a clock on it surrounded by black flames. He is 6' 2 and weighs around 195 pounds. He appears to be somewhere between 16 and 21.

URL to Character Picture, if any:

(12 points to spend, no single power over 8. FLAWS must be applied to characters with powers)
Physical Attributes (if any above normal mortal human):
Swordsmanship: He can use swords semi-well: 2 points
Character Unique Skills(if any):
Universal Jumping: A passive ability that activates when he is about to suffer immediate death. 3 Points
Character Powers (if any):
PyroKinesis/genesis/fire immunity: He has the ability to create, manipulate, and be immune to fire: 5 Points
UmbraKinesis: He has the ability to control the shadows: 2 Points


Character Weaknesses/Flaws: Social Ineptitude, usage of powers expends him, often making it so that he needs to sleep for almost an entire day.

Character Background/Biography:

Much of Jason's past is pretty much irrelevant, let's just say that his family is different from other noble families from his universe in that they would work with the commoners and actually remember their roots when they were'nt dukes. His story begins when he was 14, he had came home from swordsmanship classes to find his parents dead. Afterwords he and his brother, Jared Darkblade took over House Darkblade as his Father distinctively stated that, no matter what, they were to succeed him(inheritance for his family goes to the oldest living member of the dynasty, which was Jason's cousin). Three years later, during a speech Jared Darkblade was killed by an unknown assassin. A year later it was said that Jason used a scroll of universal-travel to teleport him to another universe. In actuality, Chaos, the god of Anarchy, Madness, Discord and Carnage, had shoved Jason into a portal that granted him the ability to Dimension Jump, or “jump” to a different universe. And so, Jason is forced to travel all of reality, until destiny says he come back to his home universe: Prae.

Why the character is in Bielefeld/Occupation: Because he almost got killed in another universe, and is now located here, he is currently unemployed.

URL to Apartment Picture:
N/A

Link to RP examples: Sorry, don't have anything.

IMPORTANT:
One paragraph that sums up your character.

“Lord” Jason Remus Darkblade is an poor soul who is now being forced to travel from one universe to another, virtually immortal, mostly because he is just really hard to kill. He is extremely elusive, so don't expect him to appear that often.

[Tiltjuice]

Trying to break a writer's block plus re-reading a couple of excellent, excellent second-person narratives on FFNET led to this.

The whitewash clashes with the muddy brown in the clear plastic cup. It's an absurd thought, but it goes away easily. The straightforwardness that you bring to any encounter helps a great deal with focusing and re-centering yourself.

A quick sip from the specimen container leads into a furrow of a coppery brow at the god sitting next to you. It's not in any way a mark of criticism or disbelief (that would be the questioning arch). It's amusement that drives your expression now, at one of the many stories conjured up during the time you've spent here. A long while, as well; as you predicted, the sun is starting to come up, though the light is weak still in late winter. And in a sense, you can identify with that.

Ever since you quit, you've been adrift. Not knowing what to do or where to go has been quite a shock to the system. You were never a believer. Not in the way that the rambunctious, lively blonde was. Or even - a sharp chuckle escapes you, though you disguise it as choking on a mouthful of coffee - the mild-mannered one you recruited. There's something holding you back. But not the aristocrat. So what is it? It doesn't matter.

For now - like the sun and the season - it's beyond your control.

With time, you'll figure it out.

And so - you turn back to the one next to you, and consider. Just as ageless as you once were. One of the few who's willing to watch Time fly by on invisible wings. Whatever there is between you, and however much there is of it, you conclude, mostly boils down to the night in the warehouse. You're not one for symbolism, usually. Blunt is as blunt thinks. But there's something to be said for your acceptance of his true form, and the way he chose to enter.

Was it Fate's way of showing you that maybe amorphousness might not be such a bad thing? They're both so capricious that you think it just might. The paragon of determinism, suggesting that self-direction is the top of the charts. An ironic grin curves your lips, and this time you don't bother hiding it.

[Mincaldenteans]

Trying to break a writer's block plus re-reading a couple of excellent, excellent second-person narratives on FFNET led to this.

The whitewash clashes with the muddy brown in the clear plastic cup. It's an absurd thought, but it goes away easily. The straightforwardness that you bring to any encounter helps a great deal with focusing and re-centering yourself.

A quick sip from the specimen container leads into a furrow of a coppery brow at the god sitting next to you. It's not in any way a mark of criticism or disbelief (that would be the questioning arch). It's amusement that drives your expression now, at one of the many stories conjured up during the time you've spent here. A long while, as well; as you predicted, the sun is starting to come up, though the light is weak still in late winter. And in a sense, you can identify with that.

Ever since you quit, you've been adrift. Not knowing what to do or where to go has been quite a shock to the system. You were never a believer. Not in the way that the rambunctious, lively blonde was. Or even - a sharp chuckle escapes you, though you disguise it as choking on a mouthful of coffee - the mild-mannered one you recruited. There's something holding you back. But not the aristocrat. So what is it? It doesn't matter.

For now - like the sun and the season - it's beyond your control.

With time, you'll figure it out.

And so - you turn back to the one next to you, and consider. Just as ageless as you once were. One of the few who's willing to watch Time fly by on invisible wings. Whatever there is between you, and however much there is of it, you conclude, mostly boils down to the night in the warehouse. You're not one for symbolism, usually. Blunt is as blunt thinks. But there's something to be said for your acceptance of his true form, and the way he chose to enter.

Was it Fate's way of showing you that maybe amorphousness might not be such a bad thing? They're both so capricious that you think it just might. The paragon of determinism, suggesting that self-direction is the top of the charts. An ironic grin curves your lips, and this time you don't bother hiding it.

2nd person is so hard to do, -is jealous-