(Sorry all! Was TRYING to make vids. Dad kept barging in. >_>)
Buster, I know this is REALLY annoying, sorry, but the whole making the arrow thing is a bit...lame. Those make regular arrows. Um...how about...you use you energy to give the arrows light. That being included, accepted.
Tydo, you need a sort of MAGIC. Straight out magic. Like, making fire balls or something. Or doing something MAGIC. Like the examples I gave. You know. Here. Just scroll down to the first code box and look at the first few, at least the first few.
Gagetet, it will never be late to join, both fortunately, and unfortunately. ANYWAY, you should...uh...way too much to type out...okay, first, add magic to your armor and weapon. Only one weapon with a magic power, only 1 armor with a magic power. You can have as many other weapons/armor as long as they do not have power. Add more detail to personality and appearance.
Remember, this is for all of you, you do not start with your special/magic weapons/armor.
Daniel
"Everybody is ticklish!" I continue, speeding up a bit. I start laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
Name: Tyler Soto
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good (unless provoked to others)
Weapon, Armor: A Iron sword with a handle studed with gold and dimonds (Dmg of 2 Hearts -Minecraft likewise). I have chainmail armor with the insides having a thin layer of leather , Leather pants, Leather shoes (Total Dmg resitiance of 20 Hearts -Again minecraft wise-).
Personality: Bored, Hyper and short tempered at times Not that social .
Appearance: 6'2", Brown-black with small strands of blond Bed Head hair, A bit over average muscles, Has a leather hat with a feather, Skin a 'tad' bit paler then regular peach Blue dimond colored eyes (this dimond- ).
Other: Alignment can change throughout influences of 'Villians' and 'Heros'.
Majic: Can start fires with a snap of his fingers.
That should do it. (Lol Final Fantsy refernce with Majic )
(I got to go anyway.) Daniel
I finally stop tickling her and we get to work on the violin. I occasionally tickle her a bit and she scowls at me with a smile hidden always behind it. ~Hah!~ We quickly finish the violin and I feel...accomplished? I feel something.
"So...you said you were good at playing it...right?"
(Lol. Chibi, you are going to play it tomorrow. For sure. :3)
(Good night everybody! Or whatever the time of day it is at your place!)
(Tydo, I meant add magic to your weapon and armor. I'll try to help tomorrow, but today, I have to go.)
Gah... I feel like an idiot honestly for not really 'listening'. By magic in armor and wepons do you mean like only one? If for one then my armor has an ability to rrepair its self at certain times. Like if the armor is near 'bits' then it would heal by 2.5 hearts so it can handle atleast one or two more attacks to free up some time. Only happens once when armor reaches one heart then it has to be fully repaired to acess the ability again.
Name: Gaeron
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Alignment: Nuetral(not fond of to many people, good OR bad)
Weapon, Armor: Leather chest plate and boots, and a Bow. A Quiver of 64 arrows on his back, and an Iron shortsword at his hip.
Personality: Queit, confident and Calm with an air of danger
Appearance: Medium height, and lean build. Short, cropped brown hair and a goatee. Deep Emerald eyes and a handsome face.
Other: Was once part of a Group called 'The Rangers' Hence the bow.
Gagetet, it will never be late to join, both fortunately, and unfortunately. ANYWAY, you should...uh...way too much to type out...okay, first, add magic to your armor and weapon. Only one weapon with a magic power, only 1 armor with a magic power. You can have as many other weapons/armor as long as they do not have power. Add more detail to personality and appearance.
Name: Gaeron
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Alignment: Nuetral(not fond of to many people, good OR bad)
Weapon, Armor: Iron Bracers interweaved by a magic that makes the User weilder deadly accurate with a bow, Leather chest plate and boots, and a Bow. A Quiver of 64 arrows on his back, and a magical Iron shortsword whose magical properties make the weilder almost undefeatable at swordplay(notice the Almost before undefeatable)at his hip.
Personality: Queit, confident and Calm with an air of danger
Appearance: Medium height, and lean build. Short, cropped brown hair and a goatee. Deep Emerald eyes and a handsome face.
Other: Was once part of a Group called 'The Rangers' Hence the bow.
(Oh, Thomas the Sheep? It was just some retarded fad that this guy started. It was just something over a sheep getting caught in an outside mob-trap. It was kinda funny, until the idiots started making it a damned religion. Well, that's my belated history lesson for the yesterdays.)
((I'm getting a little better, so I think imma start a little roleplaying.))
Jade:
Me and Ryan had been wandering around town, making it seem nicer. We placed flowers where dirt patches stood. We cleaned up the mess left by Julia and Matt. We even made some of the buildings a little nicer, and begin building new homes. We only built the basic framework, because different people have different tastes. In what they want their house to look like.
"Hey Ryan, we should make a park! A little park where you can sit and play and talk with people!" I told him, giggling with excitement.
Ryan:
Jade wanted to make a park.
"That seems like a good idea, Jade!" I said with a smile on my face. "We should begin now. It shouldn't take too long. Just a couple of buckets of water for a pond, some flowers, some saplings..... Oh, and I'll go make some benches and fences! Who knows, we could even add a gazebo!" I suggest, also getting excited.
That was, untill the creeper showed up.
"Stay back Jade! I'll take care of it!" I yell, trying to move a terrified Jade out of the road.
~Oh yea, she hasn't seen any monsters yet!~
She inquired what the thing was, and I told her that I'll explain later, and for her to go inside of a house.
"Ok creeper, it's just you and me. And this time I know you don't want a hug." I said, as I ran towards him with a sharp stick in my hand.
Xuan returned to town in a good mood. He has found his way back by climbing the taller trees and spotting familiar areas. He did a handspring out of woods and into the town.
He was proud of his achievement. He had cleared a huge area and gotten himself a surplus of logs and saplings. He even pooled out his rusting pickax to get himself some stone-based building material. With all that wood and stone, I could build myself a home here!
Xuan walked into town, but there was something different. There was a person here this time. They were in a heated battle against what almost finished Xuan one time--A creeper.
Xuan returned to town in a good mood. He has found his way back by climbing the taller trees and spotting familiar areas. He did a handspring out of woods and into the town.
He was proud of his achievement. He had cleared a huge area and gotten himself a surplus of logs and saplings. He even pooled out his rusting pickax to get himself some stone-based building material. With all that wood and stone, I could build myself a home here!
Xuan walked into town, but there was something different. There was a person here this time. They were in a heated battle against what almost finished Xuan one time--A creeper.
((Several things. One, you should ask for someone's permission before randomly chucking yourself into someone elses situation. Two, I don't know if you have been accepted into the town yet. And if you haven't, wouldn't you find it quite disturbing if you just came in and started building? I'm going to go check. Sorry for being away for away.
Oh, and for the record, that means no. No you can not join the fight. I am very sick of everyone needing to be a hero in every situation. And for that matter, I am sick of every character literaly being a hero. Nearly no one is scared of anything. Most are rogues, ninjas, assassins, warriors, and stuff like that. That's why I have Ryan and Jade.
((Not sure how to jump right in here, so I'll post how she died. Might be a tad long o.o))
There is a 13 year old girl, orphan now, transferring to a different Mental Hospital. The guards who keep her were very lenient with her restraints with this trip- due to the fact the child was in the process of grieving and didn't have much strength left. However, she was still dangerous, and that meant that someone needed to sit in the back of the van with her during the long ride to the Clark County Insane Asylum. "Traveling to Wisconsin, aren't we dearie?" It was the elderly female Argentinian guard, Sheryl, who always treated Terminia as if she was a toddler.
"Yes, M’am. We are going to Clark County." Termina found it was always the better choice to play along and answer any questions, whether they made her feel ridiculous or not. Things were quiet and dull for an hour or so, despite the fits that Sheryl would make when the van would hit a pot hole or swerve in the road. "M’am?" There was no response. "M’am?" Termina tried a little louder to no avail. The female guard would always do this to taunt her. She pretended to not hear the little girl until Terminia got herself so upset that she needed sedatives to calm down again. "Sheryl.. Mrs. Sheryl Mars!" The guard had either snorted in her sleep as a response or was just playing her usual game today. The thought of that is what pushed our fragile Terminia to the edge. "For Christs sake! You alive Argie?" It was these outbursts that caused her supervisor to recommend transfer. "The love of god, wake up." Sheryl didn't appear to me moving to Terminia- and that only meant to the girl that this was her chance to escape. After when Terminia had unbuckled herself from the restraints and the van, the strangest thing happened. Miss Mars didn't budge. The child thought this was quite odd for Sheryl; the guard would've been halfway up Terminias bum by now trying to hold her back. After shrugging her little shoulders at the guard, Terminia thought it was best to get to work.
When Terminia was seven her parents would often take her to the lake after dinner. The simple ten minute drive would be calming for the little girl at first, but as she got older Terminia began to see things. They were horrible rotting, groaning men, the bones of the dead, eight legged freaks, and a searching green time bomb. Terminias parents were concerned about their little girl as every normal American parent would be, but their fault was the lack of knowledge of what to do. The girl’s parents took her to many different doctors, and Terminias unusual behaviors got the attention of medical treatment. The seven year old would leave every light on in the house, especially at night, close doors that didn't need closing, and barricade herself in while she was sleeping in her room. Terminia was convinced that the monsters in her head would come and get her one day, and to her these new habits were only precautionary. To the doctors they were something different. That leads to an eventual insane asylum admission, and unfortunately to our story.
The car ride to the Mental Hospital was expected to be a real bore for Terminia. Although the recent events were encouraging she still needed to break out of the van. All she had was a few supplies- how was she going to get out? Terminia sat down at the back of the van for a minute and thought. The vans back doors were locked from the inside and Terminia realized that the guard had the key! The little girl slowly crawled over to Sheryl to scope out the keys on her belt; as she got closer to the guard Terminia noticed that M’ams eyes weren’t moving. In fact nothing was moving anymore. The child began to panic, not for the wicked old woman, but for her own safety. The hints of confusion and doubt began to surface in Terminias mind, rolling over this way and that trying to grasp at something. One to flee, grab the keys and jump onto the highway. Two to scream and alarm the driver of the situation. Three to wait and go to Wisconsin as planned. The die is rolled. Terminia reached her decision- stay here or leave the medicine, the doctors, and various hospitals all behind. Grasping the key-ring, the child wrestled the triangular shaped key off the hook. Earlier she saw Sheryl lock the door with that particular key. Terminia stuck the looney key in, unlocked the door, and swung the cell doors wide open.
Terminia was face to face with a large semi, and she was ready to jump out of the van any second if the semi decided to move. However, Terminia forgot the box of her things was free to slide around in the back of the van. As she was standing upright the box hit her calves, tipping the girl off balance. The thirteen year old escaped the van with a thud and a sharp pop. Terminia was out of this world now, sent to another dimension in a land ruled by Notch- creator.
Buster, I know this is REALLY annoying, sorry, but the whole making the arrow thing is a bit...lame. Those make regular arrows. Um...how about...you use you energy to give the arrows light. That being included, accepted.
Tydo, you need a sort of MAGIC. Straight out magic. Like, making fire balls or something. Or doing something MAGIC. Like the examples I gave. You know. Here. Just scroll down to the first code box and look at the first few, at least the first few.
Gagetet, it will never be late to join, both fortunately, and unfortunately. ANYWAY, you should...uh...way too much to type out...okay, first, add magic to your armor and weapon. Only one weapon with a magic power, only 1 armor with a magic power. You can have as many other weapons/armor as long as they do not have power. Add more detail to personality and appearance.
Remember, this is for all of you, you do not start with your special/magic weapons/armor.
Daniel
"Everybody is ticklish!" I continue, speeding up a bit. I start laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
(Busy day. O_O)
"I love you.."
(GTG Jeso feel free to godmod me while im gone.)
Name: Tyler Soto
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good (unless provoked to others)
Weapon, Armor: A Iron sword with a handle studed with gold and dimonds (Dmg of 2 Hearts -Minecraft likewise). I have chainmail armor with the insides having a thin layer of leather , Leather pants, Leather shoes (Total Dmg resitiance of 20 Hearts -Again minecraft wise-).
Personality: Bored, Hyper and short tempered at times Not that social .
Appearance: 6'2", Brown-black with small strands of blond Bed Head hair, A bit over average muscles, Has a leather hat with a feather, Skin a 'tad' bit paler then regular peach Blue dimond colored eyes (this dimond- ).
Other: Alignment can change throughout influences of 'Villians' and 'Heros'.
Majic: Can start fires with a snap of his fingers.
That should do it. (Lol Final Fantsy refernce with Majic )
Daniel
I finally stop tickling her and we get to work on the violin. I occasionally tickle her a bit and she scowls at me with a smile hidden always behind it. ~Hah!~ We quickly finish the violin and I feel...accomplished? I feel something.
"So...you said you were good at playing it...right?"
(Lol. Chibi, you are going to play it tomorrow. For sure. :3)
(Good night everybody! Or whatever the time of day it is at your place!)
(Tydo, I meant add magic to your weapon and armor. I'll try to help tomorrow, but today, I have to go.)
Name: Gaeron
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Alignment: Nuetral(not fond of to many people, good OR bad)
Weapon, Armor: Iron Bracers interweaved by a magic that makes the User weilder deadly accurate with a bow, Leather chest plate and boots, and a Bow. A Quiver of 64 arrows on his back, and a magical Iron shortsword whose magical properties make the weilder almost undefeatable at swordplay(notice the Almost before undefeatable)at his hip.
Personality: Queit, confident and Calm with an air of danger
Appearance: Medium height, and lean build. Short, cropped brown hair and a goatee. Deep Emerald eyes and a handsome face.
Other: Was once part of a Group called 'The Rangers' Hence the bow.
My Clan:
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My stories:(1)
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My Clan:
[simg]http://i.imgur.com/h1Atq.gif[/simg]
My stories:(1)
[simg]http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j357/Nguyeninja/6kftusig.jpg?t=1295835928[/simg]
My Clan:
[simg]http://i.imgur.com/h1Atq.gif[/simg]
My stories:(1)
[simg]http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j357/Nguyeninja/6kftusig.jpg?t=1295835928[/simg]
Jade:
Me and Ryan had been wandering around town, making it seem nicer. We placed flowers where dirt patches stood. We cleaned up the mess left by Julia and Matt. We even made some of the buildings a little nicer, and begin building new homes. We only built the basic framework, because different people have different tastes. In what they want their house to look like.
"Hey Ryan, we should make a park! A little park where you can sit and play and talk with people!" I told him, giggling with excitement.
Ryan:
Jade wanted to make a park.
"That seems like a good idea, Jade!" I said with a smile on my face. "We should begin now. It shouldn't take too long. Just a couple of buckets of water for a pond, some flowers, some saplings..... Oh, and I'll go make some benches and fences! Who knows, we could even add a gazebo!" I suggest, also getting excited.
That was, untill the creeper showed up.
"Stay back Jade! I'll take care of it!" I yell, trying to move a terrified Jade out of the road.
~Oh yea, she hasn't seen any monsters yet!~
She inquired what the thing was, and I told her that I'll explain later, and for her to go inside of a house.
"Ok creeper, it's just you and me. And this time I know you don't want a hug." I said, as I ran towards him with a sharp stick in my hand.
(Good to know Ryan!)
Xuan returned to town in a good mood. He has found his way back by climbing the taller trees and spotting familiar areas. He did a handspring out of woods and into the town.
He was proud of his achievement. He had cleared a huge area and gotten himself a surplus of logs and saplings. He even pooled out his rusting pickax to get himself some stone-based building material. With all that wood and stone, I could build myself a home here!
Xuan walked into town, but there was something different. There was a person here this time. They were in a heated battle against what almost finished Xuan one time--A creeper.
My Clan:
[simg]http://i.imgur.com/h1Atq.gif[/simg]
My stories:(1)
[simg]http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j357/Nguyeninja/6kftusig.jpg?t=1295835928[/simg]
"Yes!"
I was very excited. So, I played the song (insert awesome song here lol).
edit: (I'll be here when my mom doesnt know xD )
((Several things. One, you should ask for someone's permission before randomly chucking yourself into someone elses situation. Two, I don't know if you have been accepted into the town yet. And if you haven't, wouldn't you find it quite disturbing if you just came in and started building? I'm going to go check. Sorry for being away for away.
Oh, and for the record, that means no. No you can not join the fight. I am very sick of everyone needing to be a hero in every situation. And for that matter, I am sick of every character literaly being a hero. Nearly no one is scared of anything. Most are rogues, ninjas, assassins, warriors, and stuff like that. That's why I have Ryan and Jade.
Be right back, checking if you are in the town.))
There is a 13 year old girl, orphan now, transferring to a different Mental Hospital. The guards who keep her were very lenient with her restraints with this trip- due to the fact the child was in the process of grieving and didn't have much strength left. However, she was still dangerous, and that meant that someone needed to sit in the back of the van with her during the long ride to the Clark County Insane Asylum. "Traveling to Wisconsin, aren't we dearie?" It was the elderly female Argentinian guard, Sheryl, who always treated Terminia as if she was a toddler.
"Yes, M’am. We are going to Clark County." Termina found it was always the better choice to play along and answer any questions, whether they made her feel ridiculous or not. Things were quiet and dull for an hour or so, despite the fits that Sheryl would make when the van would hit a pot hole or swerve in the road. "M’am?" There was no response. "M’am?" Termina tried a little louder to no avail. The female guard would always do this to taunt her. She pretended to not hear the little girl until Terminia got herself so upset that she needed sedatives to calm down again. "Sheryl.. Mrs. Sheryl Mars!" The guard had either snorted in her sleep as a response or was just playing her usual game today. The thought of that is what pushed our fragile Terminia to the edge. "For Christs sake! You alive Argie?" It was these outbursts that caused her supervisor to recommend transfer. "The love of god, wake up." Sheryl didn't appear to me moving to Terminia- and that only meant to the girl that this was her chance to escape. After when Terminia had unbuckled herself from the restraints and the van, the strangest thing happened. Miss Mars didn't budge. The child thought this was quite odd for Sheryl; the guard would've been halfway up Terminias bum by now trying to hold her back. After shrugging her little shoulders at the guard, Terminia thought it was best to get to work.
When Terminia was seven her parents would often take her to the lake after dinner. The simple ten minute drive would be calming for the little girl at first, but as she got older Terminia began to see things. They were horrible rotting, groaning men, the bones of the dead, eight legged freaks, and a searching green time bomb. Terminias parents were concerned about their little girl as every normal American parent would be, but their fault was the lack of knowledge of what to do. The girl’s parents took her to many different doctors, and Terminias unusual behaviors got the attention of medical treatment. The seven year old would leave every light on in the house, especially at night, close doors that didn't need closing, and barricade herself in while she was sleeping in her room. Terminia was convinced that the monsters in her head would come and get her one day, and to her these new habits were only precautionary. To the doctors they were something different. That leads to an eventual insane asylum admission, and unfortunately to our story.
The car ride to the Mental Hospital was expected to be a real bore for Terminia. Although the recent events were encouraging she still needed to break out of the van. All she had was a few supplies- how was she going to get out? Terminia sat down at the back of the van for a minute and thought. The vans back doors were locked from the inside and Terminia realized that the guard had the key! The little girl slowly crawled over to Sheryl to scope out the keys on her belt; as she got closer to the guard Terminia noticed that M’ams eyes weren’t moving. In fact nothing was moving anymore. The child began to panic, not for the wicked old woman, but for her own safety. The hints of confusion and doubt began to surface in Terminias mind, rolling over this way and that trying to grasp at something. One to flee, grab the keys and jump onto the highway. Two to scream and alarm the driver of the situation. Three to wait and go to Wisconsin as planned. The die is rolled. Terminia reached her decision- stay here or leave the medicine, the doctors, and various hospitals all behind. Grasping the key-ring, the child wrestled the triangular shaped key off the hook. Earlier she saw Sheryl lock the door with that particular key. Terminia stuck the looney key in, unlocked the door, and swung the cell doors wide open.
Terminia was face to face with a large semi, and she was ready to jump out of the van any second if the semi decided to move. However, Terminia forgot the box of her things was free to slide around in the back of the van. As she was standing upright the box hit her calves, tipping the girl off balance. The thirteen year old escaped the van with a thud and a sharp pop. Terminia was out of this world now, sent to another dimension in a land ruled by Notch- creator.