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Iosif

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  1. Due to some real life concerns, I need to get this account and if possible information on it fully deleted, I can’t figure out how to do this manually. Thanks, had some good times here but I need all this scrubbed.
  2. Yeah, and considering VIP ss pillars aren't broken they were removed because Eula it's kind of false advertising at that point.
  3. Shader Request(Tahmas or Katiesc): Katlesc Character name(out of curiosity): Thimble Clearwater Minecraft Name: OldManThimble Race: Halfling Gender: Male Age: 226ish, pretty damn old for a halfling. Reference as of hairstyle / face / skin: http://imgur.com/atFZyQb Specific hair color / eye color: I'd like the hair greyer and the brown parts lighter, the eyes are fine as is. I've used this skin since when the character was ~30, and I've taken a long break from LOTC. Reference as of clothing attire: https://goo.gl/VhEkUN Specific clothing colors: Similar as to in the picture, I pretty much just want that coat and dress jacket overlaid over the current skin. Agreed price: 550 I guess? If needed I can go slightly higher.
  4. Thimble was the one to find him, Pippo's body lay peacefully in the garden. Breathing in; the air smelled just as it always did. Crisp, cold, grassy and familiar. He sighed as he sat down next to his old friend, tracing the outline of the pipe that laid on the ground. After a few minutes he stood, though knelt back down to whisper into Pippo's ear. "Ahh banged yer sis'er."
  5. Thimble Clearwater ~ 1 S. Berry Fields
  6. A small raft lands on Dagobah beach, hairy feet crunching into the sand as an umbrella falls over, next to an old lawn chair. 'I made that one...' Clambering up the hill with a rucksack over his back Thimble glances to his mailbox, old letters and parcels spill from it, not many look to new as his friends stopped sending them after a while. Not their fault really. He shouldn't have left. Grasping some of the more recent letters from the pile he pushed his way inside. The old door creaking having not been opened in years. "Rubbish." "Adver'." "Love le'er..." "Oh..." The message about the festival, signed with the name of somebody he should have written to a long while ago. Taking a piece from his own desk he wrote a reply to send off to Fumble. I'll be there, my friend. -TC
  7. Thimble draws up his own ballot, with no conflict-of-interest he votes for the option granting him the most power: The Mayoral system. ((Everybody needs to post in the comments, so we can see who voted. Using the pole is nice and all, but you need to post.))
  8. Damn, does Thimble ever approve of /THIS/ family. At least some of it.
  9. I love this! Though I'd suggest fleshing out their behaviour a bit. Maybe some sketches of what a tunnel home would look like, some details on family, language, hoarding behaviour. Also you didn't specify a height, but it sounds like they would be fairly small. Suggestions: I'd suggest having the tunnels be like a rabbit's. With simply dirt rooms for hoarding food and treasury things. Lit by bits of crystal and maybe a few torches. If their language follows their homes and behaviour I'd expect it to sound a bit like blah, but an even smaller vocabulary. If this goes through I have /allot/ of interest in playing one of these! It sounds like a really fun event type creature, though I'd hope they aren't restricted to events.
  10. About the city of Petrus and nearby roads, wanted posters are placed up by a handsome figure. WANTED "PAUL RYAN" For the assault of our lord's honour, evading arrest, suspected harry seeds, and exploding in the face of one Ser Paul. To be brought, dead, to Gimblewood as soon as possible. A standing bounty of some carrots or something on his head shall be collected by any who take up the chase, paid for by Pumplar Order Defining features: Stupid face Harry tick Dislike of Pumpkins BE WARNED: He is armed and to be considered extremely dangerous
  11. Bryden sits back, admiring the newly sewn fields. The reclamation of the town has gone well, been close to a year since the fields had felt the hand of man. Mush happiness was had. why do i do these forum rp posts...
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