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    posted a message on Roleplayer's City <RP> [Interactive, Creative.]
    ((We all sorta started in places not suited toward meeting up...))
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    posted a message on Roleplayer's City <RP> [Interactive, Creative.]
    Nate brushed his shoulder off, looking back at that guy who just bumped into him. "Goodness, I didn't think I was that hard to see."
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    posted a message on Roleplayer's City <RP> [Interactive, Creative.]
    Nate exited the bar, rubbing his wrists. "Well there's gotta be something I'm supposed to do..." He decided to walk down the street and get a feel for the town.
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    posted a message on Roleplayer's City <RP> [Interactive, Creative.]
    Quote from ZixUni

    ((necro it, bring it back))

    ((Ah, sounds neat))
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    posted a message on Roleplayer's City <RP> [Interactive, Creative.]
    Quote from ZixUni

    ((I am going to necro this because it was very succesful, And a more serious alternative to the newer one,))


    ((You're gonna what?))
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    posted a message on Saturday with Sach: My First Night
    My first time with minecraft, my friend owned it, was either the first beta, or just before during alpha. I had no clue what I was doing, even though he had shown me the basics. All I understood was that night was going to bring monsters, and I would need protection. So I went to the nearest beach and made a sand "castle". I had moats that were full of running water from the pond nearby, and random little walls strewn about the mess I called a castle. It worked pretty effectively, until the spiders came. I only had a stick as a weapon/tool, but I fought with gusto. Still died at least fifty times, but still gusto. The next morning I dug into the dirt hillside, made a door, and hid all day, expecting more monsters.
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    posted a message on Maximum Ride- Mach 12
    Kine grinned, watching from a bit further up. He gave the eraser a little salute, then turned and continued flying.
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    posted a message on Maximum Ride- Mach 12
    Kine slid on the wet floor, a nervous expression on his face. His mind was starting to clear, Diazepan made him quite doopy when its first administered. He cringed, feeling the Diazepan fade from his system; he wouldn't be able to move things for a while. He slid for a moment longer, then stepped into a sprint. He rushed out the exit behind the others, unfurled his wings and took to the air.
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    posted a message on Maximum Ride- Mach 12
    ((Sorry for misunderstanding))

    Kine pulled himself from the cage, smiling briefly. He couldn't think correctly, what with all the Diazepan in his system. He frowned, thinking about where his cage door went. Deciding to forget it, he stretched and heard the eraser/person say something about running. Kine glanced at him briefly, a small smile on his face. He had no idea what was going on, but he nodded. His brain screamed a billion other things to say, from '&^#!& you, I'm out!' to 'Oh, hello', but he just couldn't decide what was the best thing to say to the guy. He went with appeasement. "Lets get out of here."

    ((Ready to follow))
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    posted a message on Maximum Ride- Mach 12
    ((Soooo.... where do I start?))
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    posted a message on Maximum Ride- Mach 12
    Name: George

    Flock Name: Kine

    Age: 15

    Group: Flyer

    DNA: Parrot

    Appearance: Once black hair, now a dark blonde, was fairly long, not shoulder length or anything, but still pretty long. He has blue eyes and a skinny, yet tall, body.

    Ability: Telekenetic: Can move things, within a limited range, with his mind. By range, I mean he can't lift stuff like cars. He can't lift things that are TOO far away, but lifting things over 10 ft/3 m away can give him large headaches, or are just plain difficult.

    Personality: He feels smart, like all the time. Sad thing is, he isn't as smart as he thinks. He tends to lie to make it seem like he knows something. Other than that, he likes to get along with other people (mainly other experiments) even if that means changing to make the person like him. If he can't have two people like him, he chooses the "better" of the two options. He likes to make jokes, yet takes safety as the highest priority. Has severe trypanophobia (fear of needles)

    Notes: Entry #3: Subject has been recorded to lift pencils and other such objects several feet off of the ground, while the other scientists aren't looking.
    Entry #10: Subject's brain waves mapped to show some form of telekinetic ability, tests show that it knows how to keep it under control.
    Entry #21: Subject acted up today, tightening the tie of it's assigned scientist till he collapsed from lack of oxygen. Subject has been given Diazepam to keep it's abilities from doing no more than moving dirt particles.
    Entry #23: INJECT DIAZEPAM AFTER EVERY TEST, HAVE ERASERS ADMINISTER DOSAGE FOR SAFETY PURPOSES.

    ((After careful, thought out changes, which were thrown out, I have revised my character into Kine. Hope he fits better.))

    ((Also, I think I'm in a different time zone than you guys))
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    posted a message on Maximum Ride- Mach 12
    ((What do I need to change? You accepted it last time...))

    ((I'll change it, just wondering why...))
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    posted a message on Maximum Ride- Mach 12
    Name: Nate
    Flock Name: Zip
    Age: 17
    Group: Flyer
    DNA: Parrot
    Appearance: Zip had dirty blond hair, shaggy and long. He had dark blue eyes, but now only has one (A bad experiment). Hes just under six feet, but pretty malnourished. His feet are no longer the feet he once had; these were high tech(ish). His feet had been smashed( up to his knee) and replaced with small jets (Has holes in the heel for those Jets). His wings were colored like a parrot's, reds and greens.
    Ability: He wasn't very well made, compared to other experiments, he didn't really have any abilities (besides colorful wings) so they removed (with a cement block) his feet, messed with his ears, and made him a living jet. He had fuel tanks in his lower legs and his feet had holes in the bottom for the small jets. His ears had been messed with so they wouldn't explode if (and when) he broke the sound barrier.
    Personality: Zip is a smart bugger, having been at the school for so long he was able to watch the white coats work. He hated them of course, but not enough to shut out any idea that they were smart. He was somewhat used to his experiments, He had been flying in wind tunnels since forever and running on treadmills even longer.
    Notes: Day 12- experiment #873: Both feet crushed under cement block on the way to the maze room, replaced feet with robotic replications with UAV thrusters. Will test usefulness of these new appendages in flight during the next 2 years. - end

    Day 56- experiment #873: The robotic feet have been upgraded to match height and weight of the test subject. Showing much better control over strength of liftoff. will continue testing. -end

    Day 604- experiment #873: Test subject is failing to cope with new thrusters, if the skills do not improve we will replace thrusters with the previous weaker models. Personal note; test subject has lasted 2 years and has improved greatly. will continue research. -end

    Day 897- experiment #873: Test Subject began to cope with stronger thrusters, skills increasing. New experiment to test how the subject copes with falling at high velocities will be tested shortly. -end

    ((I remember this one!))
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    posted a message on SUPER HERO RP [ACCEPTING!] [SAVE THE WORLD!] [YOU CAN BE EVIL OR GOOD!]
    Name: Ethaniel

    Super hero/villain name: Chill-Helm

    Hero or Villain: Villain

    Age: 23 (518 with time "dead")

    Powers: Has the ability to control Ice, and has influence over the wind. His ice is almost as strong as iron, he can use the winds to fly or float, as well as create tornadoes if the winds are already high. Snow/Ice storms are frequent around him.

    Appearance: He wears a black leather jacket (coated in frost), jeans, boots, leather gloves and a helmet made of a blackened steel. (Ok, everything is coated in a thin layer of frost) His skin is a bleached white, his eyes blue as a cold day's sky. His hair would be black, but its always coated in ice so it looks crystalline. His hands are black from frostbite, but are always covered in his gloves.

    Bio (Optional): He didn't always exist, as we know existence. Back in the early renaissance Ethaniel was a farmer, a simple boy working his father's lands. He lived in northern Russia at this time and his family was used to the cold winters. They could grow anything in this climate (reasonably) and never wanted anything more. Then the day came when they were visited by a large group of soldiers marching east from France. They pillaged their farm, taking their midwinter supplies that would have lasted them till the more mild summer. Ethaniel and his father tailed them for several miles, and while they slept, stole their food back; slitting the throat of the soldiers.

    One of the soldiers ran off, carrying one of Ethaniel's family heirlooms, so Ethaniel took one of the soldier's helmets and buried the bodies in snow, making his way back to their farm under the cold moon. His father had moved ahead without him and he eventually got lost. He hid in a cave for warmth but died of frostbite. After about 500 years his body had decayed to nothing and all that was left was the helmet and a small knife he always had with him (both blacked from age, but still strong), which were found by modern archaeologists. They analysed them, but when they did, a massive ice storm destroyed the lab and killed the scientists. Ethaniel was back, the helm blackened resting on his head. He was cursed to destroy all who had stolen from him, and he knew that the soldier that had gotten away was long dead. He hunted down his (the soldier's) remaining family, killing most of them. He hunts the rest, using the same cold that had killed him, to kill those who try to stop him.

    He has a soft spot for farmers and the poor, leaving them alone.

    Part of the PW: Only when he needs to.

    Other: Super
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