Uh...? Ok...? Where am I? Whos the Lord? Why do I have to go with you? Phoenix says drearily, standing up and stumbling forward to the voice. I dont want to go anwhere. Why is the Lord requesting me? Why dont you call them by a name, not the Lord? Ugh.
GhostPirate
Level 70
Trickster
Joined: 4/24/2017
Threads: 62
Posts: 2,622
Posted: 1/6/2018 at 8:56 PM
Post #62
(Also changed my personality a bit, you can add it to the post of me)
Aphelion
Level 75
Fright Master
Joined: 5/14/2016
Threads: 116
Posts: 9,856
Posted: 1/6/2018 at 9:08 PM
Post #63
(Remember to quote/bold!)
The source of the voice had vanished without a sound, but suspiciously, you didn't hear any movement. You falcon, Art, flapped her wings from your shoulder, trying to stay there without falling off due to your lurching movements. You find that you are in a medium stone room, with a tiny window on the left wall shedding minimum amount of light into the place. You notice that beside a bed cot, there was a small bag. In the wall in front of you, there was a large, ancient-looking mahogany door.
The source of the voice had vanished without a sound, but suspiciously, you didn't hear any movement. You falcon, Art, flapped her wings from your shoulder, trying to stay there without falling off due to your lurching movements. You find that you are in a medium stone room, with a tiny window on the left wall shedding minimum amount of light into the place. You notice that beside a bed cot, there was a small bag. In the wall in front of you, there was a large, ancient-looking mahogany door.
(D:)
Sorry, Art! Phoenix says as she looks toward the door. Do you reckon its unlocked? She asks Art. She clambers over the cot but falls over something. Hey! Whats this? A bag? Whats in it? She says as the tries to unclasp it without harming it.
Aphelion
Level 75
Fright Master
Joined: 5/14/2016
Threads: 116
Posts: 9,856
Posted: 1/6/2018 at 9:35 PM
Post #65
The bag is made of leather, and as you open it, something shiny catches your eye. You dig around in it and find five gold coins, ten silver coins, and a hundred copper coins. Art preens her feathers and flaps off your shoulders, flying to the door and then back to you. She seems to want you to open the door.
Limor
Level 72
The Kind-Hearted
Joined: 7/5/2016
Threads: 293
Posts: 19,132
Posted: 1/6/2018 at 10:18 PM
Post #66
Oh yeah, and you need to say I did not ask you to put this line somewhere in your form
Also what again are rules?
She is very short (4'11) and skinny, almost too the point of being underweight. She wears glasses and has pale blonde hair. She loves baggy sweaters/sweatshirts and black skinny jeans. She has cat ears/tail.
Gender: Female
Magic type (see next post): Emotions
Class (see next next post): Beast Tamer
Personality:
She is very small and headstrong. All thought quiet at times she is usually happy and very bubbly. She is also a hopeless romantic. She loves kids even though she is awkward around them. She always tries her best to make everyone happy. She is very trusting and very loving. She loves being surrounded by friends and families and is always ready to give and show care to those who need it. She hates it when other people are injured and hates inflicting unnecessary harm on others. She is slightly emotional and cries easily. She is also very dependent on others. She gets anxious easily and usually acts nervous
Likes (3+): Sugar, Staying up late, taking walks
Dislikes (3+): Rules, Abuse, and People Who Hurt Without Reason
Fear(s): Being Alone For Long Periods Of Time, Being Forgotton
Something that will absolutely win them over:
Offering to take care of her
Skills (You have 6 skill points to use, must have at least 3 skills. You may not put points in the magic section)
Attack: 0
Defense: 1
Intelligence: 3
Crafting: 0
Medical: 1
Magic: 0
Perception: 1
Accuracy: 0
Agility: 0
Speed: 0
Tracking: 0
Edited By LivingInMyOwnReality on 1/6/2018 at 10:25 PM.
Clemenceau
Level 60
The Artistic
Joined: 10/18/2017
Threads: 9
Posts: 1,269
Posted: 1/6/2018 at 11:22 PM
Post #67
Name: Micah
Username & ID: Clemenceau 97081
Appearance (if using picture from google, you must add a description): A tall, lanky boy with a freckles face and bright green eyes and a messy mop of blonde hair. His teeth probably wouldve been better off with braces. Fully human.
Like this, but with freckles, and bright green eyes:
Gender: Male (hes so outnumbered...)
Magic type (see next post): Earth
Class (see next next post): Mediator
Personality: Clumsy, but of a goof. Hard to embarrass. Very curious. His favorite food is the weirdest thing hes eaten: currently fried pickles dipped in maple syrup. Easy-going, care-free. Teasing. Energetic and enthusiastic. Passionate about fun, jokestar and prankster. Surprisingly pretty bright, good at reading peoples emotions. Doesnt get quesy at most things that others would. Loves music, decent singing voice, finds it easy to memorize songs.
Likes (3+): anything new(with some exceptions), wierd people, the dark.
Dislikes (3+): repetitiveness, strict people, rules of any kind
Fear(s): tight spaces, boredom, anger towards him
Something that will absolutely win them over:
Good sense of humor with a slight chance of being trustworthy
Skills (You have 6 skill points to use, must have at least 3 skills. You may not put points in the magic section)
Attack: 1
Defense: 0
Intelligence: 1
Crafting: 0
Medical: 1
Magic: 0
Perception: 3
Accuracy: 0
Agility: 0
Speed: 0
Tracking: 0
His book is on edible plants.
Definitely did not read the rules, or get told to put this line in...
You're in a relatively medium-sized room that has a tiny window on the wall left to you. You're laying on a not-so-comfortable bed, and your back feels stiff. The entire room is quite dark, because, once again, one tiny window. Whoever had called up was gone now, suspiciously, and you sit up. Your back aches like you did too many stretches, but that's probably not the reason. A heavy-looking wooden door is set in the wall directly in front of you. Next to your bed, which now you see was just a cot, is a small bag.
"Da h..."I murmured. My back never aches. Something's wrong. I frowned and kicked the bag cautiously, not wanting to set off any trap or something that can potentially blow my leg off. Who IS the lord??? Anyone give me some hint please???!! Slightly annoyed, I rolled my eyes, only to find that it made my head hurt even more. Very Well. No sarcasm intended.
Aphelion
Level 75
Fright Master
Joined: 5/14/2016
Threads: 116
Posts: 9,856
Posted: 1/7/2018 at 12:40 AM
Post #69
Accepted!
Choose a small-medium animal (no weasel, falcon, or raccon), give it a name&gender, and you can start. Starting post is on the first page.
Aphelion
Level 75
Fright Master
Joined: 5/14/2016
Threads: 116
Posts: 9,856
Posted: 1/7/2018 at 12:45 AM
Post #70
Accepted!
Starting post is on the first page :)
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