Personification Life, the Universe, & Everything [closed]

by **Monfrox** » Wed Jan 03, 2018 12:17 am

Do you guys want to do the dinner sooner or later? I’m fine with either but I need to know beforehand.

by **Tiltjuice** » Thu Jan 11, 2018 10:54 pm

Out this weekend to let people post.

by **Monfrox** » Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:22 am

Out this weekend for sister's wedding. If you want to do the dinner soon, please assemble so I can post when I get home. If not, do some other things. If nothing happens, your food's gonna get cold and there's no microwaves.

by **Fvaarniimar** » Fri Jan 19, 2018 2:08 am

*realizes that she has in fact CTEd -*

Ouch.

by **Cerillium** » Sun Jan 21, 2018 5:03 am

Fucking weather makes gaming impossible.

All - we can move back to the building so people can start up stories. Okay to proceed with that?

Min, Tilt - given how dodgy our connection has been, should I not be online, would you be able to transition us after people give input?

by **Giovenith** » Sun Jan 21, 2018 6:55 am

I think we should keep in the island for a while longer. People have stuff going on right now.

by **Tiltjuice** » Sun Jan 21, 2018 10:10 am

Sure, Cer.

by **Cerillium** » Sat Jan 27, 2018 9:47 am

Island is fine with me. I'm still catching up with RL post-weather hell.

by **Fvaarniimar** » Fri Feb 09, 2018 4:36 pm

Apologies for reference to the great kerfuffle of last year, but - Nick needed this scene. So did I. It's set during the Fall Festival, which is when I started writing it.

by **Mincaldenteans** » Sat Feb 10, 2018 12:13 am

CO-OP MESSAGE

Hello you crazy lot. I hope all is well with you guys and gals.

Tilt and I are still pretty busy and our fabulous Cer & Swith have been off for awhile now. Apologies all round if this has cause any pause in your stories that need clearance. Speaking off...

I hear there's several stories (about 3 to 5 stories) in the works ready to be launched. Some are 'light' enough that don't require OP/CO-OP approval, others are in depth, and some requiring a bit more oversight - nothing drastic, thankfully.

Given Cer & Swith are out for the time being, as Co-OP, I'm going to lay down 2 simple and known rules whenever as story is about to take off:

1. Stories that take place in the City: does not affect Bielefeld (or Galli, but really, we shouldn't be there anyway). Do not destroy, kill, or otherwise cause collateral damage to the city proper, any surrounding areas, or maim its denizens. Cause, effect, and all that good mess if you do; don't complain afterward when the anvil falls.
2. Stories outside of Bielefeld (gate travels): I trust whomever is running their stories to GM your group accordingly. ALL PARTICPANTS: Do not godmod, asspull, or otherwise freeze others in scenes. Do not bring overpowered persons, items, or general fuckery back home that will otherwise cause a headache by its sheer presence. We'll destroy it, simple as that.
3. These are general rules already applied with every story past, so it's nothing that you haven't heard before or unaware.

I'm clearing all stories to move ahead.

Have a great weekend, everyone, and see you all when my head isn't buried in work.

Ta!

~Mincivet, Co-OP

by **Giovenith** » Sat Feb 10, 2018 8:34 pm

Annnnd, we're good!

by **Fvaarniimar** » Tue Feb 27, 2018 1:59 pm

Describe an event in your character's past, the revelation of which would be moderately embarrassing. Basically, what's something rather ridiculous that your character did, thought, said...

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Late in his second year of awareness, not very long after figuring out typing, Nick attempted to join a conspiracy. What conspiracy? The one known to the entire internet, of course, wherein cats are secretly plotting to take over the world. He did feel a bit torn - humans write books, after all. However, after this crisis of conscience, he concluded that humans probably would be happier in a world with, say, mandatory naps...and quite likely less war, as people fighting each other are not pampering cats.

Regardless of the morality of it, Nick never could find the conspiracy... despite quite a lot of looking, following up even the silliest "clues".

by **Giovenith** » Tue Feb 27, 2018 4:14 pm

When char!Gio was very little, she used to think Christmas was about her. She knew it was celebrating a godling's birth in December, she was a godling, her birthday was in December, so obviously all this tinsel and celebration was for her. She was very upset and jealous when she found out it was about some guy named Jesus instead that all the other gods pay attention to, and had to have a long talk with her older siblings about how she was special and loved too.

In first grade, Willow was utterly convinced that he was going to marry his substitute art teacher one day. She was his first crush and the most perfect, pretty, nice, perfectest pony in the whole wide world, so he didn't CARE how old she was, he would WAIT! He would wait FOREVER so they could live HAPPILY EVER AFTER! These dreams came crashing down during an after school event where said teacher brought her fiance. Much ice cream was consumed afterwards.

by **Giovenith** » Tue Mar 13, 2018 10:29 am

A thing, a thing I say.

by **Torrocca** » Sat Apr 07, 2018 12:33 pm

#PLAPP

P E R S O N I F I C A T I O NL I F E,
T H EU N I V E R S E,&E V E R Y T H I N G

C H A R A C T E RA P P L I C A T I O N

P E R S O N A L
CHARACTER'S FIRST NAME: Alerraze (Shortened as "Ali") (Nicknamed "The Sword-Dancer" by his compatriot Legionaries)

CHARACTER'S SURNAME: Marinos

GENDER: Male

SPECIES: Human

AGE: 21

DESCRIBE CHARACTER APPEARANCE: Alerraze has a rather remarkably average, rugged Theridonan appearance for a man born to non-Theridonan parents. He has skin comparatively olive in color to mainland citizens, stands a bit above average at 5' 7'', and has a lean, muscular physique overall. He has medium-length jet black hair that's kept messy and unkempt in appearance, a medium-short, thick beard and mustache, and somewhat thin eyebrows. His eyes are somewhat wide and oval in shape, with a strong amber hue; his right eye rests lazily. He has an "eagle nose", as is usual for most ethnic Theridonans and some ethnic new worlders. His lips are of a medium thickness and darker than his skin, and his cheeks are indented. Some small, dark moles and other imperfections, like wrinkles around his lips and forehead, dot his face.

URL TO PICTURE, IF ANY: N/A

CURRENT OCCUPATION: Colonial Legionary Swordsman/sorcerer

DESIRED POSITION WITHIN THE AGENCY: Any role requiring combat and magic, and/or an additional supportive engineering role

E D U C A T I O N&T R A I N I N G
LOCATION: Fortress Aparazos, Farazata Region, Nuovae Eterridone (New Theridona)
AREA OF STUDY: Legionary Combat, Engineering, and Survival Training and Drilling
YEARS: Five years

LOCATION: Ofisere Magni Haruve's School of Sorcery, Kapakos City, Farazata Region, Nueovae Eterridone (two years); Fortress Aparazos, Farazata Region, Nuovae Eterridone (Five years)
AREA OF STUDY: Sorcery training
YEARS: Seven years (five in concert with the Legionary training)

B A C K G R O U N D&P S Y C H O L O G Y
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BIOGRAPHY (written in first person): "Well, what is there to say about myself? Not much that is good, I fear; I was born embracing the same black cloth that haunted my family for generations. My father was an immigrant to our beloved Imperial colony, born in some meager foreign hellhole north of the Empire's reach that he would surely have died in had he lived there a year longer. I am not sure where, as we never talked about it. He, seeking the opportunity of a better life and citizenship, enlisted in the legions, where he became an auxiliary armed with a musket. Funny how that turned out; he expected some cozy life on the frontier, and instead found himself caught in a war between the Empire and some confederation of new world nations. Unlike us, they knew the jungle for generations; we were foreigners, invaders from a distant land who had barely been there in any meaningful way for the past hundred years. Before then, we had some trading outposts, influenced a few tribal and national wars on that continent, but did nothing major until others sought what we had found.

Anyway, as I was saying: his legion, the Fifth Colonial - the Red Legion, that is - lasted barely a year out there, combatting the natural dangers of carnivorous plant life, diseases that killed dozens during outbreaks, and, of course, dragons. Dragons! Big, beautiful things covered in feathers and a myriad of colors, and deadly all the same. I remember seeing a few in my time there, none too close to be a danger though. All that, though, and the general threat of ambushes and the like, was too much, and he ended up coming home after receiving some nasty wounds that nearly killed him. My mother said he was never the same after that, according to all he had told her. He at least stayed on his feet thanks to her and his pension from the Imperial government, allowing him to retire to some countryside and farm the very same land I have lived for most my life.

Now, my mother - she came from a family that had been slaves for at least a couple of generations until the plantation master's only son freed them after his death. A courteous old man who I sadly never got to meet; I would have loved to thank him for that. Like their ancestors before them, who came from a land the Empire had not too long ago conquered, her parents and their families became pastoral vagabonds herding goats and sheep on the frontier, as a way to return to their roots. My mother was but a baby then, but knew this life well into her late teens, until she and her family came across my father one day. As luck would have it, this was when he was still serving the Empire, and when he had been wounded. As they told it, it was their fates to meet. I'm not one fond of the Gods, personally, but it could not have been anything but that, I believe. Anyway, her family had found her on the bank of a river, clinging on to a sturdy tree-root and struggling in vain to get onto land; he was lucky in that no prowling beast lurking below those waters hungered while he was there. They pulled him ashore, nursed him to health over a couple of months, and brought him to the nearest city so he could report to the local garrison commander. He was relieved of duty and discharged, as he was no longer fit for service due to his wounds. As the commander put it, according to my father's recounting, 'take this as a blessing that you are alive, my friend. Very few from your legion survived.' All I know of that is that nearly ten thousand men and women perished somewhere in the jungle, and no one says - or maybe even knows - why.

After that had all happened, and with my mother and father both incredibly infatuated with each other, they both went eastward and settled on the fertile frontier countryside, near enough to where her family could still visit and to the coast, if they ever had the money to travel to the homeland. In marriage, my father took up my mother's name, Marinos, as was the traditional way for foreign-born men married to Imperial women. Before me, they had two children, my horrid brother, Loros, and my lovely, beautiful sister, Zana. After me, my sweet little sister, Stazia, and none more. Being 'mixed-breeds', as locals put it, and worse the offspring of a new world native man and a dark woman with pastoral ancestral roots in the homeland, we were seen as savage monsters rather than human. One would think, with the world's actual monsters and beastly men, like the elves and dwarves, we would be a welcome sight. Man's ignorance knows no bounds, tragically. Being fairer-skinned than my siblings, I was less ostracized in our community for that but at the same time a recipient of much of their own bitter scorn and envy for which I do not blame them. No, my true struggle came when I was discovered to be able to control magic, a feat that has grown to be as disgusting to half the Empire as skin color, species, or even the Empire itself. Luckily enough, or perhaps tragically enough, depending on how you see things, none else in my family had my 'gift'.

At home, I learned some skills that I have come to much appreciate. Because my father had his pension, and because technology at that time had been rapidly growing as fast as my childhood mind and body did, I was able to get books and become well-read. It was mostly thanks to him, of course; he was well-read himself, being trained in the Legion, and he saw the importance of it to myself and my siblings - it was so important to him that he even read to us before night. Because we owned decent frontier land, we had horses, and I became accustomed to riding. Mostly, though, in my time before the Legions, before the Sorceror's School, I just knew farming. It was simple enough, and I was overall content with it, barring the harshness of my community.

Although I was a disgrace to my community, I was beloved by the Imperial Magistrares, the Insiatares, and most importantly, the Legionary Ofiseres. As the Insiatare I was first acquainted with said, 'your birth, like all with our gifts, was twenty percent chance, thirty percent humanity, and fifty percent the Gods themselves.' To him, my disgrace to the community was a blessing, not a curse, seeing as we are supposedly the children of the Gods. More than half the Imperial population, and indeed the human population worldwide, is born the same as I. Regardless, I was important to the Empire and to the Emperor, so they - with my parents' blessings - took me to the Sorceror's School in Kapakos, ruled over by the Ofisere Magni, Haruve Demartos te Kapakos. I take pride in having been under his tutelage for those two years; he taught well, even to the point where we were literate - something rural children had not the luxury of - and he respected the children as his equals. He was courteous, respectable, and above all else, caring. I took much of my own mannerisms after him, in fact. Hence, departing later on to Fortress Aparazos was a bittersweet, yet necessary moment in my life. I did visit him on occasion while on leave from my Legionary duties.

When I departed to Fortress Aparazos, along with two scores of Demartos' students, I was permitted the opportunity to go to my family for a day and give them my farewells. It was happy, mostly, especially as old aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, and my mothers' parents were all there, having been informed weeks earlier I would be back. My brother, Loros, had left a year before to try and make his way through life in another city. He had not been around since; if he is not dead now, he is due to be soon. Regardless, the rest of my family celebrated my coming-of-age, mostly with drinks and a marvelous party. Among other things, I found out two of my cousins were also becoming Legionaries; one had already enlisted, and the other was due to soon. They were both to join the Eighth in Aparazos. Not one of us thought much of it, seeing as we had no war in years. As the party died down, I bade most of my family farewell, with warm embraces and familiar kisses as I was accustomed to by their vagabond cultural style. I had one night left with my parents and my sisters, alone now, and we spent it well enough. It was talking, mostly, until night came; Zana and I spent the dark hours outside, enjoying the cool air and reminiscing our childhood. The night with her, as any day with her was, as anyone who has met her can attest, was lovely, sweet, and full of happiness of all kinds. It was special in a way precious few can understand. I'll never forget it myself.

I left in the morning and had arrived at the Fortress a day later, on a locomotive. It was a marvelous creation of man, rivaling any homeland structure in its magnificence and scale; it sat upon a mountain, surrounded by three walls of beautiful, thick white stone in a modern star-like pattern. Hundreds of cannons and modern guns, howitzers, and mortars lined every wall, jutting outwardly and fiercely like the teeth of a dragon. Billowing plumes of grayish-black smoke rolled away past numerous lazily-drifting airships into the Heavens from the numerous arms and munitions factories buried deep inside, reaching up like the souls of the saved. I had no envy for any who thought they could pierce the heart of that creature. Thousands of men garrisoned the structure, from aging, experienced Ofiseres to battle-hardened Legionaries who'd fought for years across the frontier, to young, starry-eyed, patriotic conscripts like myself. This, for five years, was home now, and I delighted in it.

The overwhelming majority of the trainees were simply taught in the way of the musket, the rifle, or the hand grenade, it being the new way of war in the Empire after a military reformation some three years prior. I was in awe at the sight, as I was at the sight of the cannonade - from all I knew of war, from my father's seldom-spoken tales, the sword and shield dominated. Now, bayonet and bullet ruled. Because of that, the Legions swelled to a size so large any outsider would have supposed that the entirety of the Empire was at war altogether. We could have ruled the world with such newfound might. Indeed, that is what we did, in a way, during my first year as an official Legionary, in our blazing march through the eastern and southern jungles of the new world. We were masters of war, unmatched by all, dominant through thousands of years of tradition, strength, and growth. The Gods, it was said, fortuned us in our journey to rule all they blessed.

Not everything was to our blessing, however.

The last memory I remember before having arrived here was simple enough; I had just rejoined my Legion after a month's leave home, where I had made a few more lovely, cherished memories with my family - my sister Zana especially - and we were sent off to put down a local rebellion. It would be another bird-shoot, we surmised. We had become too complacent of our surroundings and too sure of ourselves - after all, who would not think such when they are the master of war? I was marching alongside a couple of young, fresh faces, with my sword sheathed, my pistol holstered on my chest, and my buckler fastened to my belt. We were laughing about something, I do not remember what; I remember that a sudden thunder rippled through the dense woods, and the man to my right fell dead. 'Ambush!' someone ahead shouted, 'ambush!' We moved into battle formations, and to both my left and right I could hear the shouting of orders and volley fire from the many musket-armed regiments and from my front and behind I heard whooping, war cries, and disorganized but accurate musket fire. Some faster volleys of new bolt-actions and revolvers, like my own, echoed in between those scattered shots. The enemy's charge came soon after our second volley into the thicket of woods; hundreds of men from each regiment were caught between war parties gleefully charging out of both sides of jungle along the trail with hatchets, clubs, and muskets, and began their slaughter. We fought fiercely, but they had the numbers that we lacked and the freedom of movement we lost. My own regiment's formation had become broken after we appeared to receive the particular brunt of it. I was caught up in a melee with some hatchet-armed warrior screaming in my face as I pierced his belly with my blade, and before I could move to help another of my own, I felt a hard blow against the back of my head, then-exposed for I marched with my helmet off, and I saw darkness - the last thing I remember."

WHAT IS THE CHARACTER'S GREATEST STRENGTH AS AN INDIVIDUAL: His courage in the face of danger and impossible odds, his generosity to his companions, and his dedication to accomplishing a task.

WHAT IS THE CHARACTER'S GREATEST FLAW: His general fear of failure, his uncertainty in the face of strangers and the unknown, his ingrained speciesism, his ardent nationalism, and his general sense of ostracization from years of childhood hardships.

O B J E C T I V E S
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PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: Support Demen's Chosen in their overall mission on Gallimafry, then try and find a way back home after all is done.

SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: If a way home is lost or impossible, settle down on Gallimafry and live a new life.

SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: Learn about the world of Gallimafry and all its wonders, and bring the newfound knowledge home if possible.

SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: Build friendships and relationships with the other Chosen during his time there.

M U N D A N ES K I L L S
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SKILL: Reading and writing
HOW DID CHARACTER ACQUIRE IT: Taught by his father

SKILL: Farming
HOW DID CHARACTER ACQUIRE IT: Being born on a farm and working on it in his childhood

SKILL: Horse Riding
HOW DID CHARACTER ACQUIRE IT: Self-taught thanks to having a family-owned horse

SKILL: Cooking
HOW DID CHARACTER ACQUIRE IT: Taught by his mother

S P E C I A L I Z E DK N O W L E D G E,S K I L LO RT A L E N T / A B I L I T Y
Please refer to application instructions regarding this section. You have 10 total points to spend, no knowledge, skill or ability greater than 4.

KNOWLEDGE/SKILL/ABILITY: Weapon Skills - sword and buckler
POINTS SPENT: Three (3)
HOW DID YOU ACQUIRE IT: Five years of training as a Legionary
WHAT DOES IT DO/HOW IS IT APPLIED: In close-quarters combat, either individually or as a unit
LIMITATIONS AND RESTRICTIONS: close-quarters only

KNOWLEDGE/SKILL/ABILITY: Weapon Skills - single-action revolver
POINTS SPENT: Two (2)
HOW DID YOU ACQUIRE IT: Five years of training as a Legionary
WHAT DOES IT DO/HOW IS IT APPLIED: Used in close-range combat, as a sidearm against groups of enemies
LIMITATIONS AND RESTRICTIONS: Limited ammunition, single-action, diminished efficiency at range

KNOWLEDGE/SKILL/ABILITY: General
POINTS SPENT: Three (3)
HOW DID YOU ACQUIRE IT: Birth, Sorceror's School, and five years of training as a Legionary
WHAT DOES IT DO/HOW IS IT APPLIED: Applied both offensively and defensively; can cast various things, from fireballs to magical shields; can be crudely replenished through blood sacrifices
LIMITATIONS AND RESTRICTIONS: Requires spirit-based energy from the world for best effect, with significant weakening without it; blood magic is particularly finicky and can be deadly.

KNOWLEDGE/SKILL/ABILITY: Survival training
POINTS SPENT: Two (2)
HOW DID YOU ACQUIRE IT: Rural living, familial teachings, and five years of training as a Legionary
WHAT DOES IT DO/HOW IS IT APPLIED: In situations of isolation in the wilderness
LIMITATIONS AND RESTRICTIONS: Lacks society's commodities, making living overall harder

M A G I CO RF O R C EU S E R S
Please refer to application instructions regarding this section. You have 10 total points to spend total, no single spell or ability greater than 4. Magic users MUST have specialized knowledge in order to use these; that knowledge MUST correlate appropriately.

SPELL/FORCE ABILITY: Cast Fire/Firestream
POWER LEVEL: 4
WHAT DOES IT DO: Casts a stream of fire of varied strength, depending on current magic energy levels (or blood magic use)
HOW FREQUENTLY CAN IT BE USED: Once every five minutes or less, depending on the strength of the stream
WHAT COMPONENTS DOES IT NEED: Spiritual energy or blood sacrifice
WHAT COUNTERS/NEGATES IT: Water, Ice, and a lack of energy
WHAT DOES IT COST THE CHARACTER, MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY: Accumulative light-to-medium physical and mental deterioration from blood sacrifices, some physical weakness from general use with spiritual energy
WHAT RESTRICTIONS APPLY: Requires concentration to cast and maintain, can only last for roughly five seconds at its strongest and up to five minutes or more at its weakest

SPELL/FORCE ABILITY: Magic Shielding
POWER LEVEL: 4
WHAT DOES IT DO: Creates either a simple deflective shield around the user or a deflective bubble around the user and nearby bystanders
HOW FREQUENTLY CAN IT BE USED: Once every five minutes or less, depending on the strength of the shield
WHAT COMPONENTS DOES IT NEED: Spiritual energy or blood sacrifice
WHAT COUNTERS/NEGATES IT: Blunt, piercing, or slashing damage immediately negates it, but repulses the source of the damage; fire damage over time negates it
WHAT DOES IT COST THE CHARACTER, MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY: Accumulative medium physical and mental deterioration from blood sacrifices, physical weakness from general use with spiritual energy for shields protecting multiple people, and physical exhaustion for casting the largest shields
WHAT RESTRICTIONS APPLY: Can only be used on its own, requires a waiting period for larger shields, and requires concentration to cast, but not to maintain (except for larger shields)

M A G I C A LI T E M S
Please refer to application instructions regarding this section. You have 8 total points to spend total, no single item greater than 4.

ITEM: Magic-enhanced armor
SPELL/ABILITY: Runes providing protections from various types of magic
POWER LEVEL: 4
WHAT DOES IT DO: Protects rudimentarily against magic-based fire, ice, and other offensive magic capabilities
HOW FREQUENTLY CAN IT BE USED: Actively defends; requires energy input to reactivate after all stored energy is drained from the runes
WHAT COMPONENTS DOES IT NEED: Runes, energy, and heavy steel armor
WHAT COUNTERS/NEGATES IT: An overflow of magic draining the energy stored in runes and countering their protective capabilities
WHAT DOES IT COST THE CHARACTER, MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY: The armor is heavier than others would be, allowing for more protection at the cost of reduced endurance
WHAT RESTRICTIONS APPLY: Mass is needed for the best effect, energy drains more quickly the more that magic is used against the armor, and blood magic creates inconsistent amounts and types of protection

ITEM: Magic-enhanced steel hand-and-a-half sword
SPELL/ABILITY: Runes for ignition
POWER LEVEL: 4
WHAT DOES IT DO: Can cause combustion
HOW FREQUENTLY CAN IT BE USED: Actively in use; drains with frequent usage and requires energy input often
WHAT COMPONENTS DOES IT NEED: Runes, energy, and the sword
WHAT COUNTERS/NEGATES IT: Magic shielding, ice, and water
WHAT DOES IT COST THE CHARACTER, MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY: Nothing
WHAT RESTRICTIONS APPLY: Mass is needed for the best effect, energy drains more quickly the more that magic is used by the sword, and blood magic creates inconsistent amounts of ignition

P E R S O N A LI T E M S
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Uniform of red coat, red pants, white undershirt, red vest, and black boots with white gaiters
Some old books
A necklace with religious symbols

E Q U I P M E N T
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Buckler
single-action black powder revolver
rucksack with tools, food, and utensils

O T H E RG A M EM E C H A N I C S
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URL TO APARTMENT INTERIOR: Here

ONE PARAGRAPH THAT SUMS UP YOUR CHARACTER. THIS WILL APPEAR ON THE OOC FIRST PAGE: Alerraze Marinos de Farazata, The Sword-Dancer, was born the third child to two rural peasants, one born a slave and the other a broken war veteran. The magic-capable man grew up enduring the various trials and tribulations of a broken, volatile world rife with warfare, plagues, and general horrors that'd break even the most steadfast. He did not escape his childhood without scars, and he did not endure his own journey down the warpath without pains. At home, he would be one of many thousands whose stories went untold, being nothing more than a peasant himself at birth and a soldier in death. On Gallimafry, however, there was yet hope for the warrior plagued by his own personal horrors and his gift of magic.

P L A Y E RI N F O R M A T I O N

YOUR NICKNAME ON NS: Torr
YOUR EXPERIENCE LEVEL (beginner, intermediate, advanced): Intermediate-Advanced
HOW OFTEN CAN YOU POST: Hopefully once a day to once a week, if not sooner
LINK TO RP EXAMPLES (YOUR IC POST, NOT THE RP ITSELF). IF YOU DON'T HAVE A LINK, WE'LL ASSESS YOU BASED ON YOUR CHARACTER'S BIOGRAPHY.

by **Swith Witherward** » Thu Jun 07, 2018 12:12 am

Psst... anyone up for...

by **Tiltjuice** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 4:41 pm

by **Giovenith** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 5:29 pm

by **Cerillium** » Sun Jun 24, 2018 9:07 pm

The Truculent Madhouse Update:

We are BACK IN THE HOUSE! Fuck, it took forever to have inspections signed off. Bedrooms are set up now. Kitchen needs restocking but, hey, we have eggs and toast. Everything else should come out of storage by mid-week.

Thank you all for your extreme patience during this horrible ordeal. I've survived Michigan blizzards, Japanese Tsunami, and California earthquake - but NEVER have I experienced the absolute inefficiency that is government until now. Our return was hampered by a lack of federal aid for our immediate area, and brutally coupled with having to make nearly all repairs on our own dime (offset slightly by insurance). Every trying to rebuild at once with not enough contractors and construction crews to cover everything.

The return to normalcy comes with a price. Swith and I need to ease into free-time activities. The priority is getting the family settled again and, of course, getting our daughter back into routine. Summer makes it easier now that school is out.

I believe we gained a valuable lesson this year. We are all so committed to our technologically enhanced lifestyles. It's hard to divorce oneself from the comfort of the internet, instantaneous communication with friends and loved ones, and creature comforts brought by microwaves, full sized refrigerators, and large ovens. We have also learned that family is more precious than possessions and status. Without family, we are all poor souls adrift in an uncaring world.

Thank you, Madhouse and PL family, for supporting us via telegrams, PM, and other means. Though we could not readily access the internet to find your kind words, we are overwhelmed by them tonight. Swith and I love each and every one of you.

Cer

Holy shit! I've forgotten how to format NS posts. HAAAAAAAAA my life sucks now.

Can someone catch me up on the IC? I can work on a Zalgo this week to post this coming weekend. TY

by **Giovenith** » Sun Jun 24, 2018 9:33 pm

I learn that lesson every time I forget my phone while at work and wind up having to do basic addition and subtraction on paper with my own brain like some backwards Medieval heathen.

Good to have you back.

The Belas, Maghrl, Nick, and Meritari are on a mission through Star Wars land to translate ancient texts and rescue some droids. Brit, Sterling, and Willow are taking a trip through a WWII-esque representation of Brit's mind and the pones have been turned human. Reserved, but good stuff.

by **Giovenith** » Tue Jun 26, 2018 1:00 pm

Did a thing.

by **Danceria** » Tue Jul 31, 2018 5:10 pm

Is it possible to be a mother-heccing JoJo reference?

by **Giovenith** » Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:14 pm

Danceria wrote:Is it possible to be a mother-heccing JoJo reference?

I don't believe Jojo has been claimed yet. What did you have in mind?

by **Danceria** » Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:32 pm

Giovenith wrote:
Danceria wrote:Is it possible to be a mother-heccing JoJo reference?

I don't believe Jojo has been claimed yet. What did you have in mind?

I might spin on things. But not sure how to use a Stand. Somebody from the mid 20th century motorbike rider.

by **Giovenith** » Tue Jul 31, 2018 9:18 pm

Danceria wrote:
Giovenith wrote:
I don't believe Jojo has been claimed yet. What did you have in mind?

I might spin on things. But not sure how to use a Stand. Somebody from the mid 20th century motorbike rider.

Holy Lykos knows a lot about Jojo, they might be able to help you see if what you have will fit with us. I'll get them over.

Personification Life, the Universe, & Everything [closed]

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