Xeniith

7/10 For having a cool pic.

Compared to the problem of the poor quality of RP recently, I personally think that trolling is not an issue at all.

Banned for being a furry.

1/10 Those horrifying eyes...

Banan-ed for being too arrogant.

Banned for looking like a human when you're a dwarf.

Double post, brah.

Banned for too much 'Merica.

Banned for partying too hard.

Banned for banning Eoin. ;-;

Banned for arguing.

2/10 You're that guy I saw on that one post. "Rate The Above User's Fame"

4/10 Who are you?

Position is filled. Someone close this?

Okay, who's next?

Sure, I'd definately trust you to play the part, you're a decent RPer. Send me your skype in a pm.

Avon does some morally questionable things, but doesn't just go around randomly stabbing people. VA is likely unecessary.

I'm looking for a chaotic counterpart of my character. I'm not going to bore you with a load of details if you're not interested. You're going to be playing an aggressive badass, corrupt diamantkin by the name of Avon_Timantii should you accept. If you like the idea of joining the part, I have some requirements. - You need to be within a reasonable timezone of me. Hopefully you live in the western hemisphere. - You need to have plenty of play-time. Minimum 3 hours. - You need to have skype. You know. For scripted scenes. Post if you're interested. Or have an opinion.

You find a tattered note along the pathway to the Cloud Temple, "I have seen what cannot be unseen. Along my journeys far from Asulon, I have entered my own mind. A doorway to the unspeakable. Horrors that will one day be released, if I don't fight myself. I will live forever, and I will be living with the pain of holding back my darkest nightmares. To anyone who may find this, take note. Xeniith is alive, and I don't know how powerful it truly is. It controls me, my every thought and action. I am a slave to my own imagination." The signature is a signed with a few unrecognizable symbols, followed by a rip in the paper, cutting it off. As the note quickly grows unnaturally cold, you drop it in surprise, and continue on with your journeys with the itching thought of what the note truly meant.