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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 6:02 pm
people make a ongoing story line of fight, traveling and much more username: name: sex: race: age: way of look: background: weapen: strong at: bad at: rules: no god modleing come on make it to boredign no bad stuff
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 6:09 pm
username: turcios name:turcios sex: male race: a half blood age: old 16 way of look: black short hair, brown yellowest eyes, taned background: waiting to get older so he could look for his father weapen: a over size sword, legs. and his knuckles strong at: thinking things out and how strong he is bad at: puzzles evil and going with out food
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 8:10 pm
username: demon_kid_2
name: Randy
sex: female
race: Raccoon Demon
age: 15
way of look: like my avi really
background: She was a young princess whose tribe was killed. She is trying to find someplace to go..but so far, no avail. Until she meets turcios
weapen: twin blades, and her gauntlets.
strong at: supporting others and is very sneaky...the perfect spy, also loves to cook.
bad at: keeping her mouth shut and hiding her emotions
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:37 am
username: Krusadin
name: Window Cleaner
sex: Female
race: Human
age: 33
way of look: http://www.veithelmer.de/uploads/tx_j2hfilm/kf_der-fensterputzer_01.jpg
background: She was raced in an orphanage and got her weird name there. She decided to become a window cleaner and now she cleans windows.
weapon: A metal bucket, carried in her back, a metal mop, and poisonous cleaning formula.
strong at: Close up fights, climbing, balance(her job has made her stronger)
bad at: Fishing and archery
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 6:55 am
username:SilentlyDreamingmyDeath
name:Holly
sex: Female
race:1/2 human 1/2 sorcerer
age:20
way of look:Red hair, brown eyes, frekles and dark colored clothes
background razz arents disappeared when I was 16, don't know if they are even alive, set out to find them learning the ways of the sword and discovering that I can heal wounds using my bodies energy
weapen:Obsidian longsword, this weapon never gets dull
strong at:hand-to-hand combat, swordmanship, and healing
bad at: Long distance combat and obeying orders
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 7:08 am
Window was cleaning the windows of the town hall. She made them sparkle real nice and some bubbles were floating all around her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 8:08 pm
Randy sat in a tree playing her flute. She loved the relaxation of it all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:03 pm
Username: Mobius Nightshade
Name: Fakir
Sex: Male
Race: Earth golem
Age: 21
Way of look: Lean humanoid made of rock. No mouth (speaks telepathically). Eyes are just glowing white ovals set in the head.
Background: An errant geomancer just made this golem out of boredom one day and it turned on him. Now, Fakir wanders the earth, seeking a purpose in life.
Weapons: Earth magic, Mythril claws+fangs (fangs used when temporary mouth is made for battle. He still can't talk through such a mouth, anyway)
Strong at: Philosophical thought, wilderness survival
Bad at: Romance and social skills in general
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:10 pm
Fakir approached the town. He noticed people working all about. In his opinion, the window cleaner was working the hardest. He appreciated this person's honest desire to do a good job. Then it hit him. "Fakir get job. That something to do." So Fakir... uhhh... how would a pile of rock move... shifted... in the general direction of the window cleaner. "Window cleaner! Know how Fakir get job?" He certainly hope he could make it in this town. Most people ran away on sight, and a few drove him away from their respective towns. That, and Fakir wasn't exactly people saavy...
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:14 pm
username: Aprilbaby1 name: Angel sex: Female race: human, cat, witch age: 19 way of look:  background: parents died when young, she travels alone to gain some friends and to learn more about herself weapen: a staff, a sword strong at: surviving, some fighting skills bad at: working with people, speaking about her past and getting along with others
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:19 pm
she walks into town and looks around, she pushes back her unusual white hair and starts to look around, she mutters something about wanting to make some friends and starts to walk around, looking at everyone curiously
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:32 pm
It seemed the window washer was too high up or too busy to hear him. He then heard someone nearby mutter about making friends. He shifted over to the person and said "Hello. Me name Fakir."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:51 pm
she hears someone and looks up, she looks at him, she wasnt good with making friends, she smiles softly "hello Fakir, my names Angel"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:02 pm
"Ummmm... Fakir not know what do now..." Fakir was nervously fumbling his claws. "This first time person no run away from Fakir..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:04 pm
she smiles "well....im not normal as well" she says quietly, she pushes back her white hair and looks around with her red eyes, she looks back at him "so..Fakir, what brings you here?"
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