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Xeios You WANKER!         Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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Ahhh, you got me jerkwad  |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| Hah hah, April fools!
Remember: prank your friends all month as it is not "April first fools," but merely "April fools." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| Was I the only fucked up one thinking, "Wow, that guy's penis is almost nonexistant."
I probably was. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| Name: Julius Crosse
Age: 17 when he died and became a minion of the scourge, his undeath age really isn't relevant. Gender: Male Race: Undead Class: Priest Weapons/Armor: A scarlet stave, tipped with golden accents. A simple staff, though light seems to envelope it at all times. His clothing is a bright red, pants, shirt, gloves and boots all dyed the same color. On top of his chest he wears a tabard, one of the Scarlet Crusade. Upon either shoulder lies a golden pauldron, illuminated by some sort of holy magic, which seem to glow and if caught at the right angle, illuminate to create what appear to be angelic wings. He is frequently seen wearing dark gray goggles, goggles which would prevent the light of his eyes from escaping. Description: Julius' body is rather well preserved, as it shows few of the natural decay signs. He is incredibly pale, and youthful looking, most people find it hard to believe he is truly undead when they first see him. His fingers come to claws, as well as the tips of his toes. He bears a head that has a good amount of hair on top of it. Personality: Introvert, Vengeful, and Spiteful. Background: Julius was quite young when the scourge attacked his homeland. He was converted into an acolyte, he did not see the front of many wars, but he was one of the backbones of the Lich King's army. Upon his release from the control of the scourge, he retreated to Lordaeron only to find it in ruins, shambles of it's former glory. He hated the scourge, he hated what it had done, he wanted revenge. Vengeance for what they did to Faith. Oh, they would pay. Not too long after joining the Forsaken in what was now referred to as the "Undercity." A new breed of people meant to strike out and destroy what was left of the Forsaken, the Scarlet Crusaders. However, despite knowing he would be persecuted by these new adversaries, Julius believed their raw hatred for the undead was noble. Julius Disguised himself, and fashioning a powerful sort of goggles to enhance his abilities and hide his eyes, he made for the monastery. After many years serving there he awoke to several armed guards in his room, raising their swords above their heads, aiming to strike down the corrupt undead living beside them all these years. Julius was forced to blast them away with a holy light, burning them with a righteous fury. During his escape he came across Herod, one of the champions of the Scarlet Crusade, who struck Julius wounding him greatly. Herod took a moment to breath in the success of this kill, and turned away. Julius quickly leapt upward, and mended his wounds with his healing magic. Then in a fit of pure rage, he took on the opposite aspect of the priest's abilities. Becoming entirely shadow, he quickly harnessed the magic required to take down such a powerful adversary. Reverting to his normal form, Julius cast aside his torn tabard, and drew a new one from Herod's body, even though it held a few droplets of blood, it's sentiment was worth more. He spent the next few years in a personal exile, doing as he pleased, becoming better, and conquering feats of strength. Until a mage brought him a challenge and a free ride to prepare in the fight against the truest evil of the world, Deathwing. --OOC-- Holy shit, I wrote a lot more than planned. 
Maybe I'll RP more frequently. (Last edited by Xeios on 04-26-09 05:13 AM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| A figure walked out from the balcony of the Purple Parlor, a rather stiff seeming human walked into the room of gathered misfits. His low, raspy voice rung out.
"Put that damned spider on a leash before I mount it as a trophy." Gazing from beneath the dark goggles, Julius was ashamed of this group of total misfits. Half of these people seemed as though they would kill you for the hell of it. The other half were no-good fucking hippies, how could I be thrust into a group with people who would only kill if they were attacked. Initiative accounts for a lot in this world. A little bit of preparation and planning can make all the difference. "I caught the drift of what was going on from out there. It reeks. Surely theres a plan for destroying this thing, I mean from what I hear taking down Arthas took dozens of warriors." Julius looked around the room again. "I don't see dozens." He noted the leaders of the Horde and Alliance were here. He was most interested in Sylvanas, she was perfect in every way. He brushed his hair out of the way of his goggles. His red gloves covering his claws, and his boots covering the claws on his feet as well. He did seem perfectly human, albeit a grumpy human. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| Julius smiled lightly, good someone stood up to him. He brushed his hair out of his face again, and lifted the goggles to his forehead to reveal his white glowing eyes, he stared at the beautiful Sylvanas for a moment, and then walked through the portal. Upon arrival in the harbor, he lowered his goggles once more. These hid his true race from everyone, but he wanted Sylvanas to see him for who he was. He stood beside the large and powerful orc, speaking in his usual tone he said.
"Now now, don't be hasty. I never said I didn't want to come along. Besides, you don't want to make enemies with your healer." Julius smiled, he knew there were others in the group who could heal, but actually healing is a full time job. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| The tavern, a brilliant place to start an adventure.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Julius entered the tavern, happy to be out of the rain, though not shaken by the rain itself. The warmth of a fireplace was enough for him. Heh, by the end of this Julius may have had enough of warmth, and fire. Though he reckons that a contained fire would be much more appealing than the blazing flame of a dragon's breath. He sat upon a particularly creaky wooden chair, much to his dismay. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| (ooc I find it ironic that I return to RPing after stopping because all RPs that are somewhat interesting fail miserably, and an RP that is somewhat interesting that I started posting in failed miserably.) | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| I can't believe no one has said this yet, but I would sell her Jewelry AND donate her wedding dress to goodwill or something. Women hold on to those things for their whole lives, and guess what, someone's gonna get it for free if not a minimal cost. Then show the receipt from goodwill that you donated one white dress.
And then if she hates you that much theres always the divorce option, but I'm really good at making people feel like shit when I argue with them. So there is always the possibility that she commits suicide. (I argue like a woman sometimes )
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| FUCK BOSSES.
My district manager thinks food poisoning is not a reason to call out. That is all. I will let you all fill in the blanks there. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| Alright, I'll make a return here with a race of my own conjuration.
Nauticans: An almost eternal race of magical beings, known to live for thousands of years at a time. This race of beings find their home in structured colonies in hidden trenches in the sea. In their natural form, these aquatic creatures appear to be glass statues with water constantly flowing within their bodies. Though they do have distinct facial features, the true way to tell one Nautican apart from another is by the coloring and patterns which flow within their bodies at all times. Generally this water appears as a light blue, ranging to a deep dark blue, but the colors are also vary greatly within their bodies depending on many external and internal factors. This race is deeply connected to the ocean, and not just any ocean, the localized area in which they were born and raised. They draw many things from these areas, temperament, severity of mood swings(and how frequently they occur), as well as internal clocks. Humans rely on the sun to tell their bodies when to sleep, and when to rise for daily activity, the Nauticans rely on the tidal patterns they were raised with, making most Nauticans have greatly varying concepts of time. With this race being connected with the ocean in such a way, they tend to relay the feelings their original ocean has at any given point in time. If there is a storm above their homeland, for instance, the Nautican becomes irritable, and rages like the sea. This effect of the ocean on their bodies and personalities, makes them quite unpredictable. Nautican culture shies away from the grasp of humans by a large extent, generally dwelling in the ocean to keep their secret and highly intellectual society a secret, as they enjoy their freedom and that man cannot even come close to grasping the power the ocean holds. Although, many of the Nautican's find the most honorable task one can take upon themselves is to live a life of both land and sea. The people who take up this lifestyle generally become fishermen, or commanders in the Navy. They feel that a mastery of both realms is essential to a marvelous and long-lasting life. Most Nautican's live under their own rule, but they reach out to the Legion as ambassadors, diplomats, and arbiters. Being a very fair and just people, they use the calm of the ocean to weigh the pros and cons of a situation, and act accordingly. When the sea is in turmoil, they harness their vicious side and become excellent warriors. That is all I can think of right now, I have plenty more ideas, and am simply too damned tired to right them right now. Night folks. 
Edit Time, adding more info. Also, I see the elemental race was posted before these, and yes, I do find them similar, but I like to think of this race as a very ancient and independent from whatever the water elementals would appear as. The race's opinions on humans are mostly of wary avoidance. They usually don't like being too close to humans, as one of their large worries is being discovered and having their societies corrupted. Although, many Nauticans, find that those humans who choose to make their life on the sea are honorable, and will do almost anything in their power to help guide those people to safety. They do, however, find humans who traverse the seas out of leisure to be dishonorable, as they trek the ocean as part of a 'relaxing' ritual, and not of respect for the ocean's might. Nautican's abilities are quite variant depending on their origin. Some merely have the quality to breathe underwater in human form, others have the abilities to control the very water they respect. This race does have a common tell, that is associated with their human form. They frequently appear to be sweating, or wet in general. Though this is not sweat, simply condensation, the effect will wear off after prolonged exposure to the surface, when their body temperature reaches the 'lukewarm' phase. Nautican's reproduce in three different ways, each being entirely unique and creating a different result. First, they can reproduce asexually, for lack of a better term. Essentially, they return to their home waters, and exert a small amount of their life force and powers, forcing a cloned being to come into creation. This cloned being is then nurtured in the oceans of it's origin, and comes to full adult life in a mere two years. Secondly, the race may reproduce sexually (yet again, for lack of a better term), where two beings take their strengths and qualities, and forge a new Nautican from their combined abilities, gaining distinct genetic advantage over the asexual way. The third way is the closest to an actual sexual reproduction that the Nautican's have, and is extremely rare to begin with. Two Nauticans come together and essentially combine into one being, making one fully adult Nautican, with a dual consciousness. The Nautican disguise magic is incredibly powerful, making them, for all intents and purposes, completely human in every way. There have even been cases of Nauticans reproducing with the humans, and creating humans with exemplary abilities of swimming and underwater breathing. Though, without having been nurtured in the seas, these offspring never attain their true form, nor do they ever know about their origin. That is all for now, I will write my character in a separate post so it is easier to locate my character's information without needing to weed through all the interesting background of my Race. Edit time again: Can't post again until someone else posts, so I'm just going to drop the info I wrote out here. Edward J. Smith appears to be an older British gentleman in his human form. Either in his late 50's or early 60's, he sports a short cut of white hair, as well as a very well groomed white beard. He is on the heavier side of the average weight range, but is by no means overweight. Edward Smith has only recently resurfaced, after pulling off one of the greatest terrorist acts in the history of the world. A terrorist act, which was regarded fully as an accident. The sinking of the Titanic. For too long had Edward served man on their frivolous trips across the ocean, rich and powerful men and women who would eat expensive foods and gossip while at sea, as if the ocean was some sort of lavish playground. He would show them that the ocean was not a plaything. Sink the unsinkable ship, man would be foolish to doubt the strength of the ocean again. The iceberg that sunk Titanic was the sole conjuration of Edward, a revenge against the humans, and a marvelous display of power for the people of his race. Edward hails from the Arctic circle, a frozen wasteland that proves time and time again to never be able to be tamed by man. His personality is quite reminiscent of this type of location. Cold, calculating, and destructive in his power. While other Nauticans have an internal turmoil, constantly flowing and moving like the sea, Edward knows no such luxury. His personality is as static as the glaciers above his homeland. Because he lived in such a unique area when compared to other Nauticans, his powers vary more than theirs do. While he has almost absolute control over water in general, he also has the ability to conjure the freezing waste of the Arctic circle, and freeze the water he holds under his command. In his true form, Edward appears to be as most Nauticans, his coloring is a deep blue with very light circles travelling across his body. The "Glass-like" appearance of his skin seems to be frosted glass, as opposed to the usual clear glass. His tell is also slightly different, his human flesh always appears to be cold, and his body temperature never reaches a lukewarm state, always tending to be on the cold side. Edward has resurfaced to join this group of people, because the thought of making silly humans pay brings him great joy. Edward has lived for a little over two thousand years, making his mark on history books all along the way. /longestpostever (Last edited by Xeios on 01-05-10 11:58 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| 2009 was good for the most part.
Turned 21, started school again, quit Gamestop, got a job somewhere better, got a new computer, played many fun games, got my first speeding ticket (I was going 85 :O, he let me off 'easy' by writing the ticket saying I was going 75), my girlfriend and I almost broke up but worked things out. 2010 Sucks already though. School I'm going to up and closed halfway through classes, the Motherboard on my computer died and now I have to buy a new one.  |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| I think everybody has great races/characters so far, just waiting on a few to post theirs up and we should be good to go... | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| The first to arrive at the door of the home was Edward. Upon turning the brass handle to the door, a man wearing a fancy white suit entered through the door, twirling his alabaster mustache questioningly. He was not one to normally be early, and being the first to arrive almost confused Edward.
"So you are Apollo then, well, my name is Edward." He smiled lightly and bowed his head to some extent, "While you may not have heard of me, you have definitely heard of my work. Firstly, however, we must discuss these plans for tonight, and where each of us fit in to this act of terror." Edward was pleased with himself, he enjoyed returning for some sort of vengeance against the humans, He hated their ways so, especially their attitudes toward the things they know nothing of, a pompous denial against all things their 'laws' of the world cannot define. Edward wanted to reveal himself to the world, and force others to know of the might and existance of supernatural beings, beings who could, with a thought, wipe out most of the known human population. Sadly there existed codes of conduct when acting with the humans, codes which the legion enforced under penalty of death. Edward barely escaped the last confrontation with humans he had with his life, luckily there was a man on the side of the Legion who sympathized with his plight, and realized that no human could grasp the depth of the terroristic attack, he was given a full pardon for his deeds. Edward now searched to make yet another mark on human history. One that would be known by all. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| "I am glad to see my reputation precedes me to this day. Subtlety however, is all in the delivery. The humans never saw it coming, and never suspected me. Subtle enough." Edward smiled lightly, the grin mimicking a human emotion quite effectively, the years he had spent undercover in his life having obviously trained him on the subtleties of humanity.
"When will the others arrive, I am anxious to see the ones your ideals attract." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| Edward was surprised, a Wraith? These beings, while they were frequently known to be excellent at espionage and assassination, were hardly ever used for anything else. Most people didn't trust them, but Edward would not worry, there was not much in this world for him to be afraid of, and Wraiths were nowhere on that list.
"Apollo, I hope you are certain about this, a Wraith born from death will do all it can to kill. Killing might make things unnecessarily complicated." Edward twirled his bountiful white mustache with his right hand. His pale blue eyes scanning the physical form of the Wraith before him. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| Edward nodded, acknowledging the company surrounding him, as well as the power and importance of the oath he was about to undertake. He smiled lightly, and rose to his feet. With very little strain, as if he had done this many times before, his human form appeared to melt off of his body. Revealing a slightly larger figure than usual, standing at about six feet tall. A light blue hue to his body shone underneath of the frosted glass-like appearance of his skin. Where his eyes were located, were darker blue circles, and around those, flowing shades of blue, moving quite slowly. His defined form appeared beautiful, and were his flesh the color of Marble, one might take him to be a faceless sculpture from Greek times.
"I take the oath before you all, I shall see this mission through to it's bitter end." Edward spoke in a very regal manner. Though his words were well calculated, as was his every action. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| The Nautican standing in the group nodded his head lightly.
"Apollo, is there a chance we will be caught on camera? If so, I'd like to change my human form to something younger, no need for the many years I've spent undercover to go to waste. While I rather like my normal human shape, there are a series of older people and historians who will think me a ghost should they see me in some robbery footage. Looking the spitting image of when the mighty ship sank." Edward constantly shifted lives, moving from one human form to the other, working undercover and sometimes even building lives with the people he comes in contact with. No one suspects their best friend to stab them in the back. Edward was good at this job. (Last edited by Xeios on 02-04-10 11:08 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| I think I speak for all when I give a resounding, "meh."
Innocence Gone was a plot-hole filled direction-less RP that was kept alive by several dedicated posters willing to bullshit amongst themselves for months. It was by no stretch of the imagination great, and there was really very little that could even be considered good writing within it. If you want to redo it, use the universe, but get rid of all of the characters, plot points, and mythology surrounding it. In order to revamp an old RP, you simply must borrow the theme, and create a plot with a concise ending that could be achieved within a reasonable amount of time. If the RP works out well, then there are opportunities for sequels. Gone are the days of RPing one continuous storyline in a single thread, multiple threads with multiple possible entry points for new RPers is where it's at. P.S. That's right, I posted, what of it. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5103 days Last activity: 1413 days |
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| I heard there was a hot metal conversation going on here.
Check out the super-sexy texture on this metal here.  |
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