I'm sorry everyone, I intended for that post to go out last night but there was a freak thunderstorm last night and everything got drenched.
I'm sorry everyone, I intended for that post to go out last night but there was a freak thunderstorm last night and everything got drenched.



Hey, just added to my profile. I was going to sleep last night when I realized that I had no description of my chara's head/face.
"I can't explain just how it feels,
the thoughts of my premature burial.
Inside this oblong box I lie,
with the hope I'll be buried alive."
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com/ind
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com/tra



Ah! Starting an RP a few days after I stopped browsing PD is just mean T_____T
Joining anyway![]()
Fallen_wings, my oldest friend(?) :P
Global "Warming", the inventor of 'we were was' :-X
Poke_Hunter the 'please online' pair :happysad:
Eon Spirit the fellow RP-er :D
Trixie the anti-idiot pair :cool:
God, the only reason I survived PD :nigga:
Fellow Spritist: Silver_Espeon, Myuu, Shadow and The Editor
All hail google



Name: Regne Vingersky
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: Glade
Personality: Cherish and carefree natured with an explosive temper, Regne do whatever he feels like, which sometimes makes him underrated by people around him. Despite his carefree nature, Regne has his solemn side which he opens only when he plays a weird captivating piece in his flute. Some people who’ve heard the piece believe that the tone itself contains magical power, and called it ‘Reign’s Enchantment’. But even with his mysterious ‘Reign’s Enchantment’, he’s still the cherish boy who always has a smile on his face.
History: Regne’s parents died when he was a kid and was raised with a guy named Connell. Connell taught Regne how to play flutes and archery and Regne easily mastered both, thus forgetting the death of his parents. Regne soon became an unofficial musician of Glade even after Connell’s death, and keep playing his music to earn some money.
Word: Flute
Appearance: [Looking for a pict]
Fallen_wings, my oldest friend(?) :P
Global "Warming", the inventor of 'we were was' :-X
Poke_Hunter the 'please online' pair :happysad:
Eon Spirit the fellow RP-er :D
Trixie the anti-idiot pair :cool:
God, the only reason I survived PD :nigga:
Fellow Spritist: Silver_Espeon, Myuu, Shadow and The Editor
All hail google


Midnight's first official RP attempt! Look out!
Name: Lucas "Luke" Chambers ;"Chance" ; "He who ruins things"
Age: 20
Gender: male
Nationality: Kalgarlands.
Personality: A well meaning, slightly insane kinda guy. Loves taking risks. Smarter than he looks, and wise for his age.
History: Luke was part of a "clan" that survives in the wilderness out in the harsh conditions of the Kalgarlands. They slaw beasts for the smaller groups of people living out that way. Luke once saved a family of traveling Dwarves, and was rewarded with a beautiful silver, six-cylinder magnum type handgun, and taught him how to use it. When going on a hunt with the clan chieftain, Luke used his magnum and blew the prey to bits. The chief saw this as a disgrace to the beast, whom would have fed the clan upon it's death. Luke was banished from the clan, with the promise of death upon returning. Before joining the clan Luke had some "problems". Let's just say getting into barfights and killing a few guys is grounds to flee civilization.
Reason for applying: To redeem himself, and finally prove to his clan guns aren't evil demons in a chamber, they're tools.
Word: Bullet
Appearance: Deep blue eyes, (Comparitive to the ocean), Blonde hair (Think Link, Legend of Zelda) The face of Captian Soap MacTavish (]Call of Duty) A Westen Duster, a black Cowboy hat, Black boots, Black denim jeans, and Spurs. Weilds his revolver and a silver bladed longsword.
Other: The clan is run like a tribe of how most people see as Native Americans. (Use every part of the animal, respect nature, ect.) They are mostly family, but will let some outsiders (Like Luke) join up with them if they can provide useful.
Black FC:
0423 7880 2025
http://pokedream.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15474
^Some pretty freaky crap, check it out.
~Current avatar (and most of my sig) made by Ed~


Yay. NOw to think of a witty way to get into the actual RP...
Black FC:
0423 7880 2025
http://pokedream.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15474
^Some pretty freaky crap, check it out.
~Current avatar (and most of my sig) made by Ed~
If it would make it easier you can just assume your character was there from the start and has just had nothing to contribute yet, or was waiting for a chance to speak to the quest giver. Whatever you prefer.





I have returned! ... What did I miss?





Today's handwave: Richard suffered a localised case of weirdness censor.





Why he missed that happening.
Weirdness Censor.
He didn't miss it, that was within the last few minutes. You just haven't written his response to it yet.
Should get on that.
I would advise: Take money, or don't, and at least consider the fact that a mage just bent space in your presence... lol





Oh, right. I'll make a reply tomorrow.



"I can't explain just how it feels,
the thoughts of my premature burial.
Inside this oblong box I lie,
with the hope I'll be buried alive."
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com/ind
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com/tra



Nvm, I'll leave it as is. Judging by the timeline of our posts, I'd say my character was upstairs before you started the crazy magic.
"I can't explain just how it feels,
the thoughts of my premature burial.
Inside this oblong box I lie,
with the hope I'll be buried alive."
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com/ind
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com/tra
As my post was first, it would be customary for you to respond to it. However, I suppose that it is legit that he walked away in the middle of my post, though extremely hard to believe on my part.
I suggest reading all posts in their entirety from now on.![]()





Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.



very wise words indeed.
"I can't explain just how it feels,
the thoughts of my premature burial.
Inside this oblong box I lie,
with the hope I'll be buried alive."
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com/ind
http://rogue-babylon.myminicity.com/tra