AGE
21
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Miner
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 17:36:30 GMT
Post by Alfonso Gerudia on Aug 20, 2022 17:36:30 GMT
A present The sands of times have shifted. What feels like a millennia has passed, was minutes. Before you knew it, you were whisked away to another far off land. Around you stands something you thought was lost to the world. Civilization! As far as the eye can see, a bustling city of tall buildings and architecture. Among them are the usual specs of humans wandering about to and thro from shop to shop. It is clear to see that this is a city, mostly untouched by the calamity beset upon the planet. Perhaps a safety hub of some sorts? Purposefully left for the average adventurer to gear up. You walk forward, just to be brought to an abrupt halt. Upon further inspection you notice you are within a box of sorts. Transparent, but still visible. The box seems to be a tinge of black. It stands around five feet tall and the same in width. The walls connect to a somewhat bench-like seat all the way around. There is abut enough space to sit, but not stand up straight for most people. It is a little cramped inside the confined space. Its evident that the people walking by do not see the box, and it is apparent that you are trapped. With you in this box, sits an array of strange people of varying shapes and sizes. A full range of flavours sat within a cooking pot of people. The box does not seem to be harmful upon touch, but is also seemingly indestructible. How will the group utilise this time with their accompanying adventurers? Perhaps there is a trick to the room they sit in, or possibly they are stuck there forever. |
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don't believe in heroes
AGE
21
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
bisexual
CLASS
anti-hero
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 18:19:38 GMT
Post by adam fujiwara on Aug 20, 2022 18:19:38 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","fateisimage"] [attr="class","fateisimageborder"]
FATE IS A CHOICE [BREAK]
not a chance.
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[attr="class","fateistempy"] [break] [attr="class","fateisscroll"] When he woke up, he found himself sitting up. Oh great. He thought, why did the system have to transport him at the most inconvenient times? Sleeping? Really? Fucking rude. [break][break] Thank god he’d slept in his clothes this time, would’ve been hella embarrassing to wake up in public without any clothes. And so it was time to take in his surroundings, which was… [break][break] …. A box? [break][break] Well he was inside a box. Couldn’t stand up, could barely even move. But the box was like transparent, kind of like glass, but obviously the anything outside the box wasn’t noticing him or the box itself. He took another look around at the world outside, it was LA. He even recognized a few of the buildings, and he wasn’t that far off from the apartment. [break][break] “Fuck.” He said. [break][break] PASSIVE ACTIVATED: Behind the Mask [break] Within minutes, the magic trick was activated. A small blaze of blue lit up his face, leaving the white half mask behind. He still hated how stupid he looked when wearing the mask, but it was the only way to end up using his abilities. He only then turned to see that he was trapped in the box with others. [break][break] He didn’t even care to say hello or ask how they got there. He’d dealt with enough of the bullshit system that everyone should already have known the answer. He was only concerned with getting out. It was even a bit more cramped as the briefcase appeared, but he could put it in front of him and crack it open to reach inside. [break][break] Adam smiled for once. He was lucky this time. His hand grabbed the handle of a large dagger. With it, he started hitting the side of the box, seeing if his hits could make a difference.
CORE ACTIVATED obtained E rank weapon, stick of dynamite, E rank health pot [break] [newclass=".fateistempy"]width:450px;padding:25px;background-color:[/newclass] [newclass=".fateistempy a"]font-family:roboto[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisscroll]margin:auto;width:90%;height:290px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:raleway;font-size:12px;color:#0B0B0A;padding:20px[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisscroll b]color:#5B6E8C;font-family:roboto;font-size:12px;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px gainsboro[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisscroll::-webkit-scrollbar]width:3px;background:transparent[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#5B6E8C;border:0px[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisimage]height:200px;font-family:roboto;font-weight:900;color:snow;font-size:38px;letter-spacing:-4px;background-color:rgb(47, 57, 64,.5);font-weight;letter-spacing:-2px;vertical-align:bottom;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px rgb(133, 177, 180);line-height:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisimage i]font-family:raleway;font-weight:100;font-size:26px;letter-spacing:2px;border-bottom:solid snow 1px; background-color:black;padding:2px[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisimageborder]padding:2em;[/newclass] [newclass=.fateistag]padding:10px;max-width:90%;border-top:solid 1px #5B6E8C;text-transform:uppercase[/newclass] |
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 19:12:40 GMT
Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 20, 2022 19:12:40 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] At long last. Thankfully, some Safe Zones were able to provide clean running water. Vincent was able to take his well deserved bath after a few days of being denied of such luxury. Entering an unoccupied apartment within London's Safe Zone, te silver haired man took care of his hygiene needs. He had only recently stepped out of the shower, that's when a pop-up appeared before him. [break][break] — TRANSPORTING — [break] "You piece of-" As soon as he read it, Vincent took hold of his tattered coat. His entire form had been deconstructed into that of ones and zeroes, vanishing entirely after a flash of bright blue light. Thankfully, he had already worn his slacks before anything happened. He knew this sensation very well, he had already gone through countless waypoints in his attempt to scour for information. He was teleported somewhere, and he didn't know where or why. Last time he was taken out of his own will was with his first tutorial, and he's not liking the thought of it. [break][break]With nothing but his pants on, Vincent reformed. "-fucking shit..." His sentence continued from before. He was transported inside a... box? A transparent box at that with a faint black tint. Outside he could see what seemed to be a city, one all too familiar with him. Los Angels, he thought. And he wasn't alone. [break][break]He was a six foot tall man inside a five foot by five foot box with a handful of other people, suffice to say, it was cramped beyond discomfort. Thinking about it, he did have his spear to try and break the box, however, he couldn't possibly take it out of his inventory now considering how dangerous it might be for others should he release a seven foot long spear inside a five foot large box. Instead, to lessen his show of skin, the silver haired man wore his tattered coat over his bare torso for now. [break][break] And as it may seem, one of them were already hellbent at trying to escape its confines. Someone all too familiar with the Seraph; the Anti-Hero himself, Adam Fujiwara, he couldn't mistake that mask for anyone else. "Where was that when we needed it?" He asked, directed towards Adam. Incidentally, Vincent caught glimpse of his dynamite stick and instinctively winced. A disgruntled expression plastered itself across his face as he inched further away from the manic brunette, just to be safe. [attr="class","landtag2"]CLOSE [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
CLASS
Nomad
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 19:17:02 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 20, 2022 19:17:02 GMT
The blinding white light overtook Miyah again, her eyes flooded as she felt the sand bellow her morph into a cold, solid feeling material. She kept her eyes shut, waiting for the affects of the warp point to subdue. As she carefully opened her eyes, she instantly wished she hadn’t.
“Are you serious, give me a fucking break, PLEASE!” Miyah said, shouting as she slumped down against the wall of the box.
The girl held her hand up to her face, groaning as she covered her eyes. A torn piece of cloth was haphazardly wrapped round her right hand, a small crimson mark stained the part covering her palm. She could feel the heat of the other people radiating around her, she hated small space, and hated sharing them with other people more.
As she glanced around at the other people accompanying her, she watches Adam, a glare on her face. As she watches him pull the knife out from his briefcase, she rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, hit it, good thinking.” She snarked.
Miyah closed her eyes once again. She’d been through enough today. Being in this box wasn’t going to change her plans. She wasn’t going to lift a finger, not until she had rested her already aching body. The ‘game’, or whatever it was could wait for her.
The throbbing pain from her hand shouldn’t have been an issue. Normally, she’d just walk it off, deal with it like always. But it wasn’t normal, not anymore. Pulling the collar of her shirt up she pressed her head back against the wall, the material was cool, cooler than the desert that was for sure.
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AGE
20
PRONOUNS
She/ Her
SEXUALITY
X
CLASS
Priestess
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 20:06:50 GMT
Post by Cecilia on Aug 20, 2022 20:06:50 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] 'Cause there's a hole where your heart lies[break]
And I can see it with my third eye[break]
And though my touch, it magnifies[break]
You pull away, you don't know why[break][break][break] Cecilia's voice was floating out of the changing room. She took it as a god-sent message that she found the abandoned boutique in the centre of London. After all, her beautiful Gucci gown was ripped into shreds in the last tutorial. Admiring herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but wonder what happened to all the others. Hopefully, they were somewhere safe. "I will pray for them later", she thought, continuing her song. Ever since she was a child, Cecilia loved to sing. Growing up in the church choir, she missed those heavenly days under the stained glass of St Martin's, humming away to the sound of the organ. "Alright, I love those heels, but this time I have to choose something more practic-" light blinded her vision before she could finish her sentence. [break][break] "Oh no, did I miss one of those notifications again", opening her eyes to a group of strangers trapped in a glassy box, Cecilia realised it had happened again. She was teleported into some game again... in heels. "I do need to be more mindful. I guess this can happen at any time now", the green-haired lady looked down on herself. At least these boots were much more comfortable than those Gucci stilettos from the last quest. [break][break]  [break][break] Taking a moment to analyse her surroundings, Cecilia put her hands against the wall of the box - it was cold to the touch- before noticing her cellmate's ferocious attacks daggering the wall. The wall didn't seem scratched. Probably that was not a fruitful way out. A faint smell of iron filled the air... blood. Glancing over Cecilia immediately spotted the source of the smell... a wounded girl. The priestess wasn't sure if everyone had picked up on the woman's injury or if her senses were heightened to spot the injured... after all, her class was all about healing. Without hesitation or the worry of being recognised, Cecilia made her way over. This was not her first time anymore. "I am sorry... I couldn't help but notice your wound. Sorry for pointing it out so bluntly, but I am ...sort of a healer. If you like - I can take a look at it. Before... well, before whatever it is we are in starts", from Cecilia's previous experience, it was important to utilise any moment you get. Every player should be as prepared as possible... nobody knows what could happen next. [break][break] [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Miner
UNSORTED
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Post by Alfonso Gerudia on Aug 21, 2022 2:02:09 GMT
 Mysterious man As the group tries to settle down within the confines of the box, a tall, dainty looking man starts walking towards them. He is slender, but built. His hair is black and atop his head is a mining helmet, with a candle in the top. his face looks dirty, but also clean. It is very hard to quite put your finger on his conflicting appearance. Behind him is a small mammal, that looks like an altered pig creature, that follows the man. It wears a mining outfit akin to the one his master wears, with small pouches and a tool belt. It appears the man is some sort of miner, with an assistant of sorts. The man walks up to the box, and stops about 2 feet away from it. He looks the box up and down. To the man, it looks like a large gift or present, neatly wrapped up and left for someone to open. It is a large pink box, with yellow ribbons. But the ribbon is 2D, and looks more like paint than an actual ribbon. He walks up to touch the box. he gives it a few knocks. Its solid. A thought strikes the man. He seems to ponder, and in his mind he thinks "why is this present here, and why has no one opened it? What if it is really a trap? What if the gift will kill me?". He turns away to go find someone to look at the box with him. When he returns, there is a clear expression of concern on the other visitors face. They turn to the man and shake their head, uttering some words, then turn away and walk off into the crowd again. The man now stands there, confused. He reaches down, and pets the creature. After patting the creature, a large pickaxe formulates into the mans hand. He takes a deep breath, throws the pick behind his head, and forces it forward, crashing it into the cube. Suddenly, the box turns into a series of ones and zeros, which are sucked into a pouch on the underside of the animal. The man seems unimpressed about the box opening to a group of people. |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
CLASS
Nomad
UNSORTED
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Post by Miyah on Aug 21, 2022 2:36:43 GMT
Miyah kept her head still, eyeing the girl up and down. She looked... pompous. Compared to the girl, who had rather regal clothing on, Miyah looked like she was straight out a slum. Her tanned shirt was ripped and torn around the sleeves, her previously white trousers had been stained a light brown. Specs of long dried blood were dotted around her various items of clothing. The holster around her waist was empty.
She shook her head at the green haired girl.
"I'll be fine. I'd be long dead if a scratch like this was a problem." She said, tensing and de-tensing her right hand.
As Miyah began to open her mouth for the second time, the seat she had herself on disappeared. The binary of the once cube flowing into the animals pouch as Miyah fell back onto the tarmac bellow.
She glanced up, the lanky looking man standing above her from her place lying on the floor. He looked odd, but most of the people sheed met in the last few hours had been odd.
"Sure, okay. I'll bite. Who are you?" Miyah asked, gently pushing herself up off the floor. "Actually, I'm not sure I even want to know." She added, glancing around the street. Great, now where the fuck was she.
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don't believe in heroes
AGE
21
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
bisexual
CLASS
anti-hero
UNSORTED
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Post by adam fujiwara on Aug 21, 2022 2:50:09 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","fateisimage"] [attr="class","fateisimageborder"]
FATE IS A CHOICE [BREAK]
not a chance.
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[attr="class","fateistempy"] [break] [attr="class","fateisscroll"] "Where was that when we needed it?" [break] Oh great he was trapped in a box with a pretty boy. [break][break] “Ask Earth-chan.” Adam responded flatly, realizing quickly that his attempts at making dents or scratches on the box’s walls were coming to abject failure. One of the box’s patrons seemed to adore said fact. [break][break] “Yeah, hit it, good thinking.” [break] “Would you prefer a stick of dynamite?” Adam shot back, putting down the dagger. Then he decided that perhaps his fist would be a better potential breaker. So he reeled back as much as possible and slammed his knuckles hard onto the surface. [break][break] Well fuck, that didn’t do anything except hurt. [break][break] He grimaced, annoyed with the whole situation. What were they supposed to do here? What sick game was Earth-chan playing with them this time? Survive until they all were dehydrated, starving, or sick of one another’s company in this cramped shitty space? [break][break] Adam didn’t want any of that shit to happen. [break][break] So, when a stranger suddenly came up to the box, looking like he at least fucking noticed it Adam was the first to bang on the sides once again. Thankfully, he didn’t have to bang for long as the box itself turned into every familiar binary and pixels. Adam tumbled out first, standing up and away from literally anyone who had been uncomfortably close to him. [break][break] It sounded like introductions were being made, but Adam didn’t care to provide his own. If this was going to be another fight to the near-death, such pleasantries were secondary. He knew where he was. Somewhere in Los Angeles, he recognized some of the skyline. [break][break] Maybe it was best he just started heading back home. [break] [newclass=".fateistempy"]width:450px;padding:25px;background-color:[/newclass] [newclass=".fateistempy a"]font-family:roboto[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisscroll]margin:auto;width:90%;height:290px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:raleway;font-size:12px;color:#0B0B0A;padding:20px[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisscroll b]color:#5B6E8C;font-family:roboto;font-size:12px;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px gainsboro[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisscroll::-webkit-scrollbar]width:3px;background:transparent[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#5B6E8C;border:0px[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisimage]height:200px;font-family:roboto;font-weight:900;color:snow;font-size:38px;letter-spacing:-4px;background-color:rgb(47, 57, 64,.5);font-weight;letter-spacing:-2px;vertical-align:bottom;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px rgb(133, 177, 180);line-height:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisimage i]font-family:raleway;font-weight:100;font-size:26px;letter-spacing:2px;border-bottom:solid snow 1px; background-color:black;padding:2px[/newclass] [newclass=.fateisimageborder]padding:2em;[/newclass] [newclass=.fateistag]padding:10px;max-width:90%;border-top:solid 1px #5B6E8C;text-transform:uppercase[/newclass] |
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 21, 2022 3:57:29 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"]
"I'll keep that in mind." He said, sarcastically so. So far, four of them were kept in the box, two of which were familiar faces. Before he could assess the situation any further, the box dematerialized to bits and pixels, vanishing in thin air. Another individual could've been found outside the box, wielding a pickaxe and a... pet aardvark? He couldn't be bothered, nothing was ever surprising anymore.
[break][break]Out of caution, Vincent reached to his side with his hand open. Out of nowhere, a burst of bits and pixels formed against the surface of his palm, forming a seven foot long steel spear which he had summoned from his own inventory. He didn't want anything to do with any of these people, frankly, seeing Adam walk away was a massive relief for the silver haired man.
[break][break]"No funny business." He said, stern and commanding as though fed up with everything the world had to offer. He eyed everyone who were present. For now, he had no clue what was going on, and truth be told, he's not eager to know either. Instead, he remained defensive, in the event that even just one of them there were hostile much like any other player he had met before.
[attr="class","landtag2"]CLOSE [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://i.ibb.co/4fRBbnH/POPUPS-CUT-1.png) !important; background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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AGE
20
PRONOUNS
She/ Her
SEXUALITY
X
CLASS
Priestess
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 10:22:01 GMT
Post by Cecilia on Aug 21, 2022 10:22:01 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] "No worries, if it gets worse, let me know. I am happy to help", Cecilia replied, smiling at the girl. Admiration glimmered through Cecilia's expression. She always looked up to women that put comfort befor style —a wise choice in these dangerous times. The green-haired model just couldn't help it. Ever since she was a child, she was in awe, glaring at the pompous statues of saints, the golden decorations of the cathedral and the fine silks in which gods loyal followers dressed to meet him. It all had left the marks of vanity on her soul. Cecilia didn't feel too guilty about it, as dressing herself in beautiful things was no sin. [break][break] Before Cecilia could properly inspect who was debating in the other corner of the box, the prison disappeared in a swirl of numbers revealing the city of Los Angeles. " Oh, how wonderful... we are in the city of angels. At least some good news", Cecilia cried out in excitement, stepping forward and noticing a familiar face. "Vincent, it is good to see you again. And...who might you be", she couldn't even finish her introduction properly as curiosity pulled her towards a man with a pick axe and a pig-like monstrosity on his feet. It certainly reminded Cecilia of the demons she had read so much about. The way the man held his tool indicated that he might have had something to do with freeing the group from the numeric prison. [break][break] Cecilia flicked her hair back, she hadn't noticed that city was decorated with images of her last campaign. An angelic campaign advertising Dior's new perfume "Elysium". Rain dripped from her hair into purple hydrangeas, the symbol of gratitude, grace and beauty. Standing in front of her billboard, Cecilia smiled at the group to mask her nervousness about what was coming. [break][break]  [break][break] [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Miner
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 20:41:25 GMT
Post by Alfonso Gerudia on Aug 21, 2022 20:41:25 GMT
Alfonso Gerudia Taken aback by the sudden appearance of 4 people from a "gift box", Alfonso raises an eyebrow is suspicion. He notices their heads all turn in unison towards him. They each seem to have a different understanding of the situation. An ill mannered woman enquires into his character. A thin brunette man looks the other way, thinking nothing of it, and starts to walk away. A green haired girl with a peculiar smell flails her hair to reveal her eyes, also enquiring into Alfonso's character. And lastly, a seemingly agitated man, strange to the look, immediately takes a hostile action, fabricating a spear out of thin air. "What a barbaric show of gratitude. Clearly you are not in the slightest understanding of the situation you were in. That box you were in, only I could see. It just so happens that I am the only person in this whole city who was capable of freeing you from a slow death. However, more on the fact is that as to why the box existed, and why you were transported inside of it, is not to my knowledge." He stand back up, throwing his pickaxe over his right shoulder with one arm. Alfonso smirks and looks to the women at his feet. "My oh my, you wish to know of my credentials. Well I must say, I do wish to refrain from such trivial chitter chatter before getting the nitty gritty out of the way. My name is Alfonso Gerudia. And this is my aardvark, Agatha. She is simply adorable is she not?" The pig mutt snorts a couple times and pokes its long tongue out to taste the air. Then, the candle atop the miners helmet lights, and a light shines down from the front of the helmet, allowing the miner to read a notification of sorts. "Ah I see. It appears this is no coincidence, and my job here is to formulate a party to spend time with on a light adventure. The request claims a simple reconnaissance of a recent fight zone between some adventurers and desert coyotes. Unfortunately your friend there needs to be with us, for the quest requires all participants whole agreeance to the task." A sigh of discomfort smatters a broad lifeless expression on the mans face, as though he is staring through the group into the nothingness of whispering crowds. He awaits a response. |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Miner
UNSORTED
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Post by Alfonso Gerudia on Aug 23, 2022 1:54:52 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] NOTIFICATION [break][break] — LEAVING QUEST AREA — [break][break] Turn back immediately to your party, or face the consequences. [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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don't believe in heroes
AGE
21
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
bisexual
CLASS
anti-hero
UNSORTED
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Post by adam fujiwara on Aug 23, 2022 2:39:58 GMT
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FATE IS A CHOICE [BREAK]
not a chance.
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[attr="class","fateistempy"] [break] [attr="class","fateisscroll"] "What a barbaric show of gratitude.” [break] What was Adam going to do? Say thanks to some weird guy and his pet monstrosity? No thanks. [break][break] So what if Vincent was there? Adam might’ve owed the guy for saving his life, but it wasn’t like they were in any danger anymore. The two girl girls were already getting friendly with one another, if not for the fact the green-haired one had her face plastered on a billboard. Yeah, Adam noticed. [break][break] So what then? The aardvark guy was talking about forming a party and taking on some random mission? No fucking thanks. [break][break] Adam started walking and he had no intention of turning back. [break][break] That was until a notification chimed in front of him. [break][break] — LEAVING QUEST AREA —
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Turn back immediately to your party, or face the consequences.
[break] “Fuck.” Adam said and then turned around. [break][break] As soon as he was close enough to the group, Adam crossed his arms impatiently. [break][break] “Alright, let’s go.” He said swiftly, then with a swift wave of his hand, familiar messages popped up in front of each of the persons present. [break][break]
PLAYER [ADAM FUJIWARA] HAS INVITED YOU TO JOIN A PARTY.
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ACCEPT [ ADAM FUJIWARA ]’S INVITATION?
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[ ] ACCEPT [ ] DENY
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Aug 23, 2022 13:58:44 GMT
Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 23, 2022 13:58:44 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] Oh great, he thought, watching as Adam came walking on back to their little group of misfits. It's quite unfortunate, it was just as he feared; he'd be unable activate his hymn ability yet again without risk of harming Adam... yet again. He didn't account for the strangers just yet, but with the brunette himself confirming his handicap, he had no reason to double check. [break][break] "Barbaric show of gratitude...?" Vincent echoed. "If you've seen half of what I've seen, hopping from waypoint to waypoint, you'd lose hope for humanity. I haven't, but I knew from what I've seen that I should show caution regardless." He spat, besides, he could say the same towards the mystery man; it's not like he didn't have his weapon out just the same, swinging his pickaxe around all willy nilly. [break][break] "But it's good to see a trustworthy face here." He said, directing his attention towards Cecilia with a brief bow of his head. He couldn't really proceed with formalities considering their situation, but at the very least he had to acknowledge her presence. Aside from Adam, the stranger who had introduced himself as Alfonso, and Cecilia, one other stranger was left for him to know; the other lady of the group. "I'm Vincent." He said, short and curt, not daring to add any further information out of caution towards the strangers he had just met mere seconds ago. [break][break] [ ☑ ] ACCEPT
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[break][break]— PARTY FORMED —
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[break][ VINCENT CROSS ] [break][break] "Well...?" He paused, leaning against his spear to support his weight. "Everyone, party up." He shrugged. [attr="class","landtag2"]CLOSE [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://i.ibb.co/4fRBbnH/POPUPS-CUT-1.png) !important; background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
CLASS
Nomad
UNSORTED
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Aug 23, 2022 14:34:00 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 23, 2022 14:34:00 GMT
Miyah watched as the brown haired man stormed off, a smirk covering her face as she saw the message flash up in front of his face. She let out a small laugh, turning to face Vicent. “Miyah.” She responded. She appreciated the way this man acted. He didn’t overshare, and by the way he held himself, he wasn’t a hothead like Adam. Reaching down, pressing her finger against her left wrist, Miyah brought up her small interface, the white screen wrapping round her forearm. She quickly flicked the party invitation to the left, accepting it. “Good choice, keep your cards close.” She said, smirking over at Vincent as she leant on her hip. [ ☑ ] ACCEPT
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— PARTY FORMED —
CURRENT MEMBERS:
[ ADAM FUJIWARA ]
[ VINCENT CROSS ]
[ MIYAH ] “Who sends a party of 5 on a recon mission?” She asked, reaching down to check the holster around her waist. This was stupid, and a waste of time. “Or let me guess, its one of these quests. Give me a fucking break. Lets get it over with.” She sighed, stretching her arms. “And just a heads up, that guy looks sketchy, I wouldn’t trust him.” She said, eyeing Alfonso up and down. What a group of weirdos. Talk about dysfunctional. A girl who looked like she’d never had to lift a finger in her life, A man so pompous she could smell the self-importance from here. And there were the other two men. She could recognise the look in Vincent’s eyes, he was real snake in the weeds. And then there was Adam, someone who looked like they had the temperament of a hand grenade. |
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