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((I’m assuming this is the right one?))
( Yah. I wasn't sure if I should add your full name or ust the first part of your name. )
((Alrighty. Thank you! Who do you want to start it? I could, if you’d like.))
( Of course. Uh yeah, you can start. but um, should we make charactesr or anything? )
((Sure! Where do you want to post them?))
((Sounds good. I’ll get to mine when I can.))
((Do you remember what the plot was?))
(( We can just do the new one you have in mind ))
((I didn’t have one in mind lol. Want me to go try and find it?))
(( Sure. If you want. We could also just start, and see where it goes. ))
((Nah, I like at least a little bit of plot.))
(( Ok. ok. ))
(( i can find one. ))
(( i can find one. ))
((I found it. And I think it’ll work well. They are gorgeous. They actually look like elves. First or second is my fave personally.))
(( and on that note, I shall take my leave ))
(( I should be back later ))
(( I should be back later ))
((Ok. Here’s the plot.
The world is set in a fantasy world, where there are many kinds of fantasy creatures including unicorns, vampires, elves, and much more! The world is at peace, and all the animals are living together, and are all in harmony. One day Muse B is strolling through the woods when they see Muse A, collapsed on the ground of the forest. Muse A is passed out, and is injured badly. Muse B helps Muse A, carrying them out of the forest and near their living area, as they help Muse A. As Muse A wakes up, he is startled at the presences of Muse B, wondering why another creature is helping them. Muse A has lost their memory and still thinks that all creatures are at war. Muse B helps him out, by telling them what happened and eventually they seem to get along together, and used to this "new" world.
))
The world is set in a fantasy world, where there are many kinds of fantasy creatures including unicorns, vampires, elves, and much more! The world is at peace, and all the animals are living together, and are all in harmony. One day Muse B is strolling through the woods when they see Muse A, collapsed on the ground of the forest. Muse A is passed out, and is injured badly. Muse B helps Muse A, carrying them out of the forest and near their living area, as they help Muse A. As Muse A wakes up, he is startled at the presences of Muse B, wondering why another creature is helping them. Muse A has lost their memory and still thinks that all creatures are at war. Muse B helps him out, by telling them what happened and eventually they seem to get along together, and used to this "new" world.
))
\~{Overview}~/
~{Name}~
Calvis Monroe Roggarte
~{Age}~
23
~{Sex}~
Male
~{Sexuality}~
Straight
~{Race}~
Half-Orc
\~{Appearance}~/
~{Hair}~
Black and short. When not in battle he wears it combed to the side and back. (Think Steve Rogers.)
~{Eyes}~
His eyes are yellowish orange, with gold flakes in them.
~{Skin}~
He has greenish skin, which is darker, similar to his mother.
~{Height}~
7’5”
~{Weight}~
328lbs of muscle. Some of it is lean, but the rest of it is kinda bulky.
~{Build}~
He is built like a wall, and tough as nails. He has a wide chest, a shredded back, and amazing arms. His biceps are easily the size of a human man’s thighs. He got his enormous height from his father’s side, as he was a 9 foot tall, full blooded orc. His mother was about 6’1”. She was a POW, and so… well, she didn’t survive very long after his birth. His father raised him of 5, where he was drafted. He has known nothing but war.
{{{https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e5/45/00/e5...}}}
\~{Personality}~/
~{Likes}~
• Killing
• Cooked Rabbit
• Polishing his war axe
• Doing endurance sets of push-ups.
~{Dislikes}~
• His enemies?
• Pork and Crab
• Excessive drink
• rusty weapons
~{Strengths}~
• very disciplined
• man’s literally massive
• great with a claymore (He can wield it like a great sword)
• great tactics and strategic mind
~{Weaknesses}~
• Alcohol
• Struggles with love
• confused about time
• PTSD (I’ll do my best on this one.)
~{Name}~
Calvis Monroe Roggarte
~{Age}~
23
~{Sex}~
Male
~{Sexuality}~
Straight
~{Race}~
Half-Orc
\~{Appearance}~/
~{Hair}~
Black and short. When not in battle he wears it combed to the side and back. (Think Steve Rogers.)
~{Eyes}~
His eyes are yellowish orange, with gold flakes in them.
~{Skin}~
He has greenish skin, which is darker, similar to his mother.
~{Height}~
7’5”
~{Weight}~
328lbs of muscle. Some of it is lean, but the rest of it is kinda bulky.
~{Build}~
He is built like a wall, and tough as nails. He has a wide chest, a shredded back, and amazing arms. His biceps are easily the size of a human man’s thighs. He got his enormous height from his father’s side, as he was a 9 foot tall, full blooded orc. His mother was about 6’1”. She was a POW, and so… well, she didn’t survive very long after his birth. His father raised him of 5, where he was drafted. He has known nothing but war.
{{{https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e5/45/00/e5...}}}
\~{Personality}~/
~{Likes}~
• Killing
• Cooked Rabbit
• Polishing his war axe
• Doing endurance sets of push-ups.
~{Dislikes}~
• His enemies?
• Pork and Crab
• Excessive drink
• rusty weapons
~{Strengths}~
• very disciplined
• man’s literally massive
• great with a claymore (He can wield it like a great sword)
• great tactics and strategic mind
~{Weaknesses}~
• Alcohol
• Struggles with love
• confused about time
• PTSD (I’ll do my best on this one.)
(( Looks amazing!! ))
(( I'm almost done with mine, just need to find a picture so it might take a while. ))
(( I'm almost done with mine, just need to find a picture so it might take a while. ))
((Alright. Im looking for some now.))
((https://external-preview.redd.it/mhQ9...))
((https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e5/45/00/e5...))
((Which one?))
((https://external-preview.redd.it/mhQ9...))
((https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e5/45/00/e5...))
((Which one?))
((How is your character sheet going?))
((Hey, it’s been three days, anything I can do to help?))
(( Sorry. I've been looking for the perfect character picture. TwT
I got the basics down though, but the rest is just really up to my picture, and I can't find a single good one. ))
I got the basics down though, but the rest is just really up to my picture, and I can't find a single good one. ))
Sethen James the Caffeine Addled Magical Plant Dad wrote: "((Ok. Here’s the plot.
The world is set in a fantasy world, where there are many kinds of fantasy creatures including unicorns, vampires, elves, and much more! The world is at peace, and all the a..."
(( I just realized the plot was mine, haha. ))
The world is set in a fantasy world, where there are many kinds of fantasy creatures including unicorns, vampires, elves, and much more! The world is at peace, and all the a..."
(( I just realized the plot was mine, haha. ))
((Alrighty. Do you want to go ahead and post it? I really want to start because I am bored. I don’t mind if you add the picture later, if that’s ok with you.))
(( Sure sure. Let me just go find it really quick, and again, I'm sorry. I was just tryna find like the perfect picture for her. ))
Sethen James the Caffeine Addled Magical Plant Dad wrote: "((Lol.))"
(( I didn't realize TwT ))
(( I didn't realize TwT ))
((It’s fine lol. I get it. Did you have any preference on which picture I used? I posted two up there and wanted your opinion.))
Sethen James the Caffeine Addled Magical Plant Dad wrote: "((It’s fine lol. I get it. Did you have any preference on which picture I used? I posted two up there and wanted your opinion.))"
(( Okay. And honestly I like the second one more, but yeah. ))
(( Okay. And honestly I like the second one more, but yeah. ))
(( Course. ))
(( and almost done finding my characters. ))
(( and almost done finding my characters. ))
( I used your template, but made a few edits of my own, bc it was there already. )
\~{Overview}~/
~{Name}~
First: Addison
Middle initial: L.
Last: Yinter
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality:Straight
Pronouns: She/ Her
Species :
-Vampire
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 kg
Build: Then, but strong.
Looks weak, but is very powerful and strong.
Personality: Eager to explore, Emotions are flimsy, but can be maintainable by her.
Likes:
->Hunting
->Making weapons ( Mostly arrows and bows )
-> Experimenting ( Science-y sorta tests )
Dislikes:
X Hand to Hand combat
X Excessive running
X Hurting ( She can be aggressive, but she tends to be a bit unbalanced when it comes to hurting the enemy. )
Strengths:
--> very disciplined
--> is good at strategizing
--> can fight with bows and arrows ( strong suit )
Weaknesses:
X Animals ( bunnies especially )
X Ocean ( Is afraid of drowning, but can swim )
X books ( Is also into books )
\~{Overview}~/
~{Name}~
First: Addison
Middle initial: L.
Last: Yinter
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality:Straight
Pronouns: She/ Her
Species :
-Vampire
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 kg
Build: Then, but strong.
Looks weak, but is very powerful and strong.
Personality: Eager to explore, Emotions are flimsy, but can be maintainable by her.
Likes:
->Hunting
->Making weapons ( Mostly arrows and bows )
-> Experimenting ( Science-y sorta tests )
Dislikes:
X Hand to Hand combat
X Excessive running
X Hurting ( She can be aggressive, but she tends to be a bit unbalanced when it comes to hurting the enemy. )
Strengths:
--> very disciplined
--> is good at strategizing
--> can fight with bows and arrows ( strong suit )
Weaknesses:
X Animals ( bunnies especially )
X Ocean ( Is afraid of drowning, but can swim )
X books ( Is also into books )
((Looks good! Would you like to start roleplaying? And who goes first?))
(( Sure! I don't mind. And uh, well it depends on which Muse we want to be. I'm fine with any Muses, so up to you. ))
((I can be Muse A! Do you want me to go first?))
(( Sure! And if you wouldn't mind ))
((Sounds good.))
Calvis was glorying in the blood, the gore, his massive battle axe hacking through people like a sharp knife through warm butter, the polished blade now stained with multicolored blood. Red, green, orange blood dripped down the handle, his hand slick and almost sliding in his hand. He wore a grin wider than the night sky, and his glistening armor shone in the hot sun, splatters of blood painting the silvery metal like a child’s canvas. He crashed through ranks, crushing foot soldiers like they were weeds, laying about himself with Ender.
He saw something coming out of the corner of his eye, a great white horse with stone hooves galloping at him, it’s rider wearing thick leathers and carrying a wicked mace. He spun, the horse rushing by and the rider slamming him in the back with the mace. He fell to the ground, feeling his metal armor biting into his side, hot rivulets of his own reddish blood running down his side. He stood just in time to tank another hit, taking it in the shoulder, the heavy spikes ball tearing his armor and chunks of his flesh off his body. He crashed to the ground in a heap, taking deep breaths and waiting, then standing, the rider getting distance. He was charging. He raised his axe to strike, and it hit, happening in a second. The horse collapsed in a bloody mess of gore and fur, the rider on the ground. His axe was buried in the horses side, a long gash running down from It’s breast. The rider got up, pulling a thick bow from his back. He knocked an arrow, aiming as Calvis grew closer. The warrior let the arrow fly, and it went through his armor and into his chest, puncturing his chest. He crumpled to the ground, slowly bleeding as everything faded away, the heat of the noon desert Sun disintegrating. He didn’t feel, he just floated, waiting for something.
Calvis was glorying in the blood, the gore, his massive battle axe hacking through people like a sharp knife through warm butter, the polished blade now stained with multicolored blood. Red, green, orange blood dripped down the handle, his hand slick and almost sliding in his hand. He wore a grin wider than the night sky, and his glistening armor shone in the hot sun, splatters of blood painting the silvery metal like a child’s canvas. He crashed through ranks, crushing foot soldiers like they were weeds, laying about himself with Ender.
He saw something coming out of the corner of his eye, a great white horse with stone hooves galloping at him, it’s rider wearing thick leathers and carrying a wicked mace. He spun, the horse rushing by and the rider slamming him in the back with the mace. He fell to the ground, feeling his metal armor biting into his side, hot rivulets of his own reddish blood running down his side. He stood just in time to tank another hit, taking it in the shoulder, the heavy spikes ball tearing his armor and chunks of his flesh off his body. He crashed to the ground in a heap, taking deep breaths and waiting, then standing, the rider getting distance. He was charging. He raised his axe to strike, and it hit, happening in a second. The horse collapsed in a bloody mess of gore and fur, the rider on the ground. His axe was buried in the horses side, a long gash running down from It’s breast. The rider got up, pulling a thick bow from his back. He knocked an arrow, aiming as Calvis grew closer. The warrior let the arrow fly, and it went through his armor and into his chest, puncturing his chest. He crumpled to the ground, slowly bleeding as everything faded away, the heat of the noon desert Sun disintegrating. He didn’t feel, he just floated, waiting for something.
Warrior's POV:
The warrior was within a good 5 feet from the body, still cautions, in case Calvis suddenly got up and started to attack. He looked over the body of Calvis, a couple more times, which lasted a good 3 minutes, before he decided that it was best to leave him there. After all, he'd done his job, and had managed to give a good few hits on the orc. Well, more of a half-orc, but more or less of equal value. The rider/warrior was about to head back when he started to cough up some red fluid. Looking down, he realized just how badly the damage was from the fight. Still, he was in much better shape than Lexus, the white stallion. The warrior began to feel the much mended pain within his stomach and legs, as he clutched onto them tightly, heading away from the Calvis, as he limped away, heading for some sort of medical attention.
The heat of the noon desert seemed to fade away as the stars began to come up, shining brighter than most of moons within the night sky.
Addison's POV:
Addison, upon finishing her afternoon walk along the desert sides, seemed to hear a bit of commotion within the deserts. It wasn't a big "HELP!" sort of yelling commotion, but a rather "Hey!" in a rather soft yelling in terms of how loud it was. She was curious to see what the huge deal was within the desert, seeing as not many creatures dealt with their arguments here, unless it was a fight to the death. As she wondered around, she found a white horse, which was now fully red. She held onto her light gray cape over her black dress, lightly, as she bent down, touching the horse. It didn't seem to be suffering anymore, clearly, but it hadn't suffered as much as it should've. Basically, she concluded, the horse lived and died a painful death that wasn't too long. Amongst the death of the white horse, she found a 7 foot half-orc, laying amongst the desert sand grounds, who was bleeding and collapsed. An arrow was lodged within his chest, as she got up from where she was, rushing a little to kneel besides him. He was large, in terms of height, and she was intrigued by him. As she debated on what to do with him, an idea clicked in her mind. But she'd need a carriage at the best, and another transporting animal because clearly Lexus could not carry anyone anymore.
The warrior was within a good 5 feet from the body, still cautions, in case Calvis suddenly got up and started to attack. He looked over the body of Calvis, a couple more times, which lasted a good 3 minutes, before he decided that it was best to leave him there. After all, he'd done his job, and had managed to give a good few hits on the orc. Well, more of a half-orc, but more or less of equal value. The rider/warrior was about to head back when he started to cough up some red fluid. Looking down, he realized just how badly the damage was from the fight. Still, he was in much better shape than Lexus, the white stallion. The warrior began to feel the much mended pain within his stomach and legs, as he clutched onto them tightly, heading away from the Calvis, as he limped away, heading for some sort of medical attention.
The heat of the noon desert seemed to fade away as the stars began to come up, shining brighter than most of moons within the night sky.
Addison's POV:
Addison, upon finishing her afternoon walk along the desert sides, seemed to hear a bit of commotion within the deserts. It wasn't a big "HELP!" sort of yelling commotion, but a rather "Hey!" in a rather soft yelling in terms of how loud it was. She was curious to see what the huge deal was within the desert, seeing as not many creatures dealt with their arguments here, unless it was a fight to the death. As she wondered around, she found a white horse, which was now fully red. She held onto her light gray cape over her black dress, lightly, as she bent down, touching the horse. It didn't seem to be suffering anymore, clearly, but it hadn't suffered as much as it should've. Basically, she concluded, the horse lived and died a painful death that wasn't too long. Amongst the death of the white horse, she found a 7 foot half-orc, laying amongst the desert sand grounds, who was bleeding and collapsed. An arrow was lodged within his chest, as she got up from where she was, rushing a little to kneel besides him. He was large, in terms of height, and she was intrigued by him. As she debated on what to do with him, an idea clicked in her mind. But she'd need a carriage at the best, and another transporting animal because clearly Lexus could not carry anyone anymore.
Calvis was still breathing, but barely. He had a broken and dislocated shoulder, a punctured lung, and two crackled vertebrae. It would be very hard to fix unless done so with magic.
A pack of wandering salvagers wandered the battlefield, their small hand carts making slow headway in the deep sand dunes. They picked trinkets off of soldier’s bodies. Anything they could sell really.
A pack of wandering salvagers wandered the battlefield, their small hand carts making slow headway in the deep sand dunes. They picked trinkets off of soldier’s bodies. Anything they could sell really.
Luckily Addison knew magic. I mean after all, she was a magical creature. A vampire, amongst the few other creatures she'd lived with. Addison looked around for a wagon, or at least materials to build a wagon to heal Calvis and make sure he wasn't fully broken. Both physically and mentally.
As she moved towards the pack of salvagers, she managed to give a quick scan to see if she could use them, and saw the carts amongst them. Most of the carts were filled with useless trinkets. Helmets, Weapons, ( mostly axes and dull spears ), but it gave her an idea. If she could convince them too let her use the carts, ( combining them together ), then she could take Calvis to her home and heal him.
As they came closer to her, she managed to use her voice and told them to stop. But this wouldn't be an easy trade. She knew how salvagers worked. They worked on trades, and trades only. She figured they could take the trinkets themselves, by hand, from Calvis's area, in return for carts.
"I was wondering if I could offer a trade." She replied towards them, as they had approached her, upon her command to stop, in which they simply looked at her, wondering what she, a vampire, was doing amongst the sand dunes.
As she moved towards the pack of salvagers, she managed to give a quick scan to see if she could use them, and saw the carts amongst them. Most of the carts were filled with useless trinkets. Helmets, Weapons, ( mostly axes and dull spears ), but it gave her an idea. If she could convince them too let her use the carts, ( combining them together ), then she could take Calvis to her home and heal him.
As they came closer to her, she managed to use her voice and told them to stop. But this wouldn't be an easy trade. She knew how salvagers worked. They worked on trades, and trades only. She figured they could take the trinkets themselves, by hand, from Calvis's area, in return for carts.
"I was wondering if I could offer a trade." She replied towards them, as they had approached her, upon her command to stop, in which they simply looked at her, wondering what she, a vampire, was doing amongst the sand dunes.
