TheBigBubbles

What are some of the things you look for in a person who you'd befriend? How exactly do you reach any kind of balance ever? My life is like, shifting from extreme to extreme, project to project and throwing my everything at it. How do you get out of that habit? How do you learn to feel confident in your own achievements and works and rely on the praise of others less? What's a must read book for you?

I'm sad, I wanted to redo this quiz to see if it had changed at the link is broken, woe is me.

[!] And so a book descends on the fellows head, followed by a heavy metallic ringing, then a shake of his head. Aymon would depart with a smirk.

Aymon shakes his head at that, staring at the metal man with a small wince "I worry not for myself old friend. I worry for those who would buy into this legislation that might perish shortly after. Though, I do suppose there would be some stupidity involved in voluntarily giving away such information to a society that inherently despises the concept of your being."

A certain "mali'thill" peers upon the missive with utmost disgust, "Ah, ti, because having a registry of every homosexual person will go so excellently when this phase of government falls and the next returns back to traditional maehr'sae." the fellow would then peer to a being forged of metal and alchemy with a hesitant smile settling his head against the sofa he sat at, he'd pull at the strings on his coat in a nervous manner, "I worry for what's to come, friend."

My favourite mage? Hmm, Mayrndz has a very cool mage. Pretty sure your mage is dead. I'd be biased and answer Freya S'indri, but thats cause she's my characters wife.

Pretty good, I really like doing events! It's been weird seeing other people's reactions to it, but other than that I like it. A lot. Sometimes I get that kind of creeping anxiety feeling like I need to do more events or something, but I get that for any commitment I make, so I wouldn't blame the team for that one. And no, I'm afraid, I need your BLOOD!

I'm not! Ooh, good questions. My third ever character on the server had an amazing death. I'd spent much of my time playing her as a very narcissistic and generally awful being, she wanted to get into magic, and naturally, being the terrible woman she was she hired a spy to look into one of her potential teachers so she might gain an edge. Eventually that teacher simply picked her up without such extreme measures. About three weeks in to being his student I get a bird from this spy, saying that the teacher had had an affair. My character now loyal to her teacher goes to kill him with an atronach, though instead leaves him inches from death. Then she receives a bird from her teacher to come home, where she is then clobbered over the head and interrogated, the spy double crossed her! She ended up being burned at the stake as a witch. It was very narratively satisfying to see the culmination of her mistakes end like that. Hm, a character I've admired? Most of theblackbobross' characters invoke some form of admiration for how he plays them. Though, I think I like The Hierophant, he's got a very deep set of motivations, while being the right amount of downright terrifying for my tastes. I have a few characters, and thus this is a terribly difficult question. All backstory I've ever had has been from rp, other than a few characters I made as adults. Though, I did end up pk'ing a character because she just had too much rp in one direction for a community I had fallen out of love with to change. So, I suppose I would have wanted to change Urza somewhat, she was always very pious, and that can get boring if you grow bored of whatever roleplay you're in, because they're so rigid. I'd probably have wanted her to have been more of a goon for a little longer and forged more connections with her kind. I really like classic literature, I steal from it quite often when playing my favorite character. I've been obsessed with Bram Stoker's Dracula recently. Though most of the time my inspiration is just from acting, and getting in character, I let the narrative and the world take it's own course. Aha! I'm obsessed with music, and spotify is fun, you can search through so much of it and find songs you've never heard before. I usually trawl its recommendations, when I make a character playlist I choose a few songs that fit, and then I look for thematically similar ones until I have something I like. German might be my native language, but my mother is half English, so taught me British English from quite a young age, I also lived in England for 11 years, so that really helps.

That's multiple questions. You rp'd with my half-dwarf on your weird delf. I'm a based individual. Last month. Ask your therapist. How?

I don't really watch many shows, but my friend showed my Our Flag Means Death, and I'm a homo, so that one.

Purple. Yes and no, I joined during covid when I had nothing else going on in my life, so the game acted as a replacement for a lot of stuff I would have had otherwise. Now that I'm at uni, if I try to dedicate as much time as I used to, it's just overwhelming. I really enjoy the server, despite some of it's drawbacks, but I think it can get unhealthy.

that's not a question!

I'm not copying hope. also, since I'm not copying hope, here's my first screenshot on the server. https://imgur.com/a/ErMpvlc Sitting outside of a closed gate 😅

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Oh thank ****

A place she'd once called home, fallen to time. She was so old and yet so young. She'd look upon the lands she'd exiled herself from one last time. The greying old woman would take a broach from her cardigan, she'd settle it in the ashes of a city lost. Hesperia would then get to her knees, allowing those eyes that had seen so much to shut. The woman would lay both of her skeletal hands into the soft ground, whispering a few soft words to herself before coming to a shaky stand she'd then finally open those blue-grey eyes to see the scale of the destruction "sayōnara watashi no kako" she'd then turn from the scene picking up her cane from the ground to begin her slow walk away.

A raven-haired woman of advanced age sat within her home, under the cover of a red banner, reading a book. Hesperia would then place it down, a flurry of memories hitting the woman, she'd think aloud "I wonder what happened to that fellow..." she'd murmur, fishing through a pile of news only to find the truth, she'd let out a small scoff, shaking her head, she'd place it on to her desk moving past her son she'd pat him on the shoulder, kissing the top of his head, almost afraid to let go of the boy, she'd then journey to the kitchen cooking up a meal with Sigismund in mind, she'd chuckle softly, "To think I'm sad about the death of a man I tried to kill..." She'd place a hand to her chest, feeling a wave of anxiety as she began to see her peers drop dead, was her time nearing? She could not have it. She'd hang a piece of parchment up above the library, striking yet another name off of the list.

Unga Bunga event resources +1

sure is.

After being handed the report a towering woman's eyes would widen in shock, a slender hand even coming to cover her mouth. After leaving the confines of her conversation she would return to her abode and weep, in a frenzy the woman would begin to throw various possessions and memorabilia into a corner of the room. That sable-haired lady would then find a box, placing each of these possessions with in it, and welding it shut. She'd then run her fingers through her hair, stress wracking her features, she was too old for this...

RP name: Esteri Adrienne de Sarkozy MC name: bigpurplebubblez What events do you wish to join?: All Are you willing to pay the entrance fee of 10 Mina?: What? Do you think I'm poor?

To think of any other end for a woman such as she would be a product of great niavety, Some could say she was doomed from the beginning, a product of two parents that took one look at her and decided that she was not fit for the life ahead of her. Even then, she did not give up, through the neglect and through the pain, she searched for what was right. Plagued with near constant guilt a simple trick of the eye lead her to her first home, Elvenesse, not a place for orcs. Though, a child such as herself would have little concept of the pain this was to bring. She was met with warmth, a sense of support and love, something she could not give up. Her first mother, perhaps a little inexperienced, but caring nonetheless, but nothing was set to last, she too would be ripped away from her, expelled from the place she called home on the basis of her race. Finding sanctuary in the mother grove, she would then meet her second adoptive mother, a goblin, a plant. At this point she was still attempting to juggle her identities, unsure of where she belonged. Often she would visit Krugmar, in hopes that she would somehow fit in, somehow be accepted, but each visit drove her further away, into the arms of the druids. Her youth was wrought with religious conflict and an unstable sense of identity. Though, as she aged she developed a concrete sense of morals, perhaps to her own detriment. The woman was determined to do right by the word, but was the world really worth such efforts? At the young age of sixteen her mother died, leaving young Urza saddled with the responsibility of the household and their numerous, near infinite stock of ferrets. At this point Urza had taken to traveling between both Elvenesse and the Mother Grove, often seeing many patients near-daily. Her reputation proceeded her "One of the good ones". She had not yet realized that her reputation teetered a very fine line. To be useful was to survive, bar that and she would soon meet a grim reality. After the death of her mother, she launched herself even further into her work and into dedicancy, gaining proficiency at a staggering level. Soon she would become a surgeon in her own right, lecturing local elves on their own stupidity, and acting as a rare dose of sanity. Eventually she would long for a family, she would soon be accepted in to house Hawksong, a long line of musical elves, proficient in equestrian arts. Naturally, this was quite a staggering thing, to have an orc in an elven house, but so it was. This cemented her place in elven society, and though she was never truly treated equally, she was content, she had succeeded, found her place. This happiness would be cut short when she made the decision to have her first child, the harsh reality became clear, he would not be embraced as she was, he was not willing to be perfect, he was crushed under the weight of a society that expected twice the excellence just to be treated as less than, rather than discarded, or mounted on a pike. This rift in her perception of her kin, and the reality of their mistreatment would plant seeds of doubt in the young orcess' mind. Urza would go on to have two more children, dedicating her every waking thought to keeping them safe and sane whilst juggling the inherently oppressive nature of her home. She would fail. Not only would her firstborn be ripped away from her, so too would her young daughter, kidnapped by the same uruk that slew her son, and kept from her, told that her mother had abandoned her. Losing her children broke Urza, she would become a recluse, wandering the forests for some sense of meaning, barely speaking a word. Attempts were made to reintegrate but the seeds of hatred and vitriol had prospered in her time away. Given such a time to ponder her treatment, she would no longer see those she helped as kin, instead viewing her life through a crimson tinge. The woman, determined to remain steadfast in her morals removed herself from her past, leaving for another nation, giving up her dedicancy, throwing herself once more into her work. Though this would not bring her satisfaction. Urza would soon learn of her missing daughter, upon hearing the grueling truth of her life and the lies she had been told, she would be thrown into a fit of rage, destroying her own home in the process, "Da Ragukz took mi in, dey told mi lat... lat abandoned mi" "Mi nevah woul' abandon lat." "Nevah" "Ag zhoul' nevah 'ave let youh goh bahk, ahm zo zorreh, ah wanted tah give youh ah choice, choice ah nevah 'ad" something within the woman would be revitalized, once again fueled by a dedication to her loved ones, and a hunger to right the world's wrongs once more. This however would not fix the hurt, it would not fix the fact that she had nowhere to go, no family she could call her own, no shoulder to cry on. Of course she had the Hawksongs, but they would never understand the weight of a lifetime of lies, of a worldview turned upside down. It is not known what happened to Urza, perhaps she has found a home among the forests, perhaps she simply succumbed to the elements. One thing however is sure, she, as many have before did not go out in a blaze of glory, she did not die protecting those she loved. No, instead, she went quietly into that goodnight, never to be seen again, never to be heard again, and most tragically of all, with no one to tell her story. Perhaps she would die forgotten, but perhaps she would not wish to be remembered. Perhaps in death, her wish for a better world could live on in her descendants, or perhaps she would die in vain, never to leave a mark.

we be jammin'

[!] Urza Hawksong scans the missive in thought. Having completely given up her decadency a few years prior she takes a deep breath in as if properly considering something before writing out a letter, she then begins to start scratching it out, no written words could capture her feelings. Instead she sets out on a quest to find Becclain in person.

Hesperia von Drakenhof pushes her application into one of the slots, pulling her hair off of her neck and into a ponytail, adding to her ever-growing workload. Application Name: Hesperia von Drakenhof Race & Age: Human, ~30 Position desired: Scribe Applicable skills: I have worked in many libraries rewriting and sorting books. I'm a polyglot and have a fair bit of experience in a variety of cultures. I enjoy finding knowledge of new things and I will certainly be suited to this position. I was taught calligraphy at a young age by mine father and value the art of writing greatly. Take this application or leave it, you'll be remiss to pass it up however.