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Thread: Trouble Shooting (Alpha Zero and elliecheers)

That nearly burnt off my hair! Not to mention broke my wrist upon landing. Airi snapped back then sighed. You have no respect for my well-being. She muttered pouting. She was being general and vague. Really the idea of anything happening to her hair just annoyed her, and it was magnified by her bad mood. But she was stupid to think Max gave two thoughts to her hair, or it's safety. Hell the only time Max noticed her hair is when he was pulling on it from behind. And that usually how sex between the two went. When the frustration levels between them got too high or the fighting got to a head there was a few times that they had given in and had let sex be the release, literally. But it was no pretty love making between the two of them. It was raw and intense, just a continuation of the fight until they were each worn out. Except for that one time. That one time when Max had used sex as a comforting technique after Aira's mom had passed away. And with no other family for support Max had become her entire support system without flinching. It was the one time they both had slowed down and made love to each other because it's what she had needed at the time. But they never spoke of that one time...ever. And rarely mentioned their other escapades in conversation. Airi looked up at the darkening sky and frowned again. Why don't we just go in from the circulation vents. It'll easier to stop the blades then it would be to solar surf. She offered up as she looked at the building. She bit her lip and stared at the blast walls. Why the hell did they shut it down so tightly? She wondered as her hand naturally moved toward the gun on her hip. Either way we should ditch the coats for our armor.
Thread: Trouble Shooting (Alpha Zero and elliecheers)

Much of the reputation they had for insane plans came largely from Max, and his own self destructive tendencies, Oh comeon, the surfing wasn't as bad as the time I got you to bungee jump naked out of a helicopter as a distraction during that one counter terror op. Yeah, he was pretty horrid to her sometimes, he was inclined to believe the multiply knee knockers he gave her when things go too much for them to bear made up for it. Ventilation is gonna be locked down. That's problem with these War Protocols, they whole place becomes totally self contained to repel everything from chemcial weapons to a nuke.
Thread: Trouble Shooting (Alpha Zero and elliecheers)

Airi rolled her eyes. And I got a 10 inch gash on my left leg from that stunt. She reminded him. She sighed and moved her hands up to wrap around her neck as she dropped her head back groaning. Fine, we can surf in..on one condition. She said squaring her body with his. When we get back to central you willingly sign my transfer of partner recommendation papers. She said directly locking eyes with him.
Thread: Trouble Shooting (Alpha Zero and elliecheers)

I wasn't recomending we surf down. I was gonna say that was a cake walk compared to this. I got NO idea how we're getting in there without uh.... Truth was he had no idea how they were gonna do this. Feel like bungie jumping again. Might proke them to open up the shutters giving us a way in. I'll do that thing with my tounge that always makes ya cum if ya do.
Thread: Trouble Shooting (Alpha Zero and elliecheers)

Airi rolled her eyes. You'll sign the papers one way or another. You owe me that much. She said softly looking at him. She looked back to the building. And I can count multiple times where you didn't get me to cum...you selfish ass. She said then looked around. I'm thinking our best opti-- Airabel stops talking as she sees a guy dart across the street from the back of the building. She draws her gun from her hip and starts walking towards the building, making her way around the side. Airi makes her way around the back of the building only seeing the never ending steel wall, not an obvious break in the wall. She sighs frustrated blowing her bangs out of her face. I hate these fucking buildings. She muttered to herself.
Thread: Trouble Shooting (Alpha Zero and elliecheers)

Wile Airi took of to investigate something he didn't catch, the officer in charge approached Max and began briefing him on the situation. They had sent a recon drove over the roof which was quickly shot down by the men up top. A hologram sprung to life between the two men, a schematic of the tower and a slow grin crossed Max's face as the offier relayed the infomation their drone had sent back.
Thread: Trouble Shooting (Alpha Zero and elliecheers)

Airi made her way back towards Max. He had that stupid grin on his face which meant he had some sort of stupid plan. Oh goody here we go again. How will he try to kill you today Airi? Oh he can only think of so many ways. She grumbled to herself before stepping up to Max and the officer. Ok, so what's the plan this time? Airi asked already slight agitation to her voice as she put her hands on her hips and waited. And let me just nix any plans involving my nudity now. She said glaring at Max.
Thread: Trouble Shooting (Alpha Zero and elliecheers)

Well we got good news and bad news he replied nodding towards the hologram. The building has a large centeral shaft that was designed to provide sunlight, fresh air and rain to the courtyard garden. During the War Lockdown two large plates had slid into place closing off the shaft. So according to the fly over the cops did the centeral shaft isn't completely sealed off. The shutters jammed and there's a gap of about six feet. The bad news is there's alot of badguys up there and they are armed to the fuckin teeth.
Thread: Fellowship Of Forodwaith - LotR Group RP character profiles

CHARACTER TEMPLATE FOR FELLOWSHIP OF FORODWAITH Please submit this means PM all templates to either darkangel76 or Karameida for approval before posting them, thanks. NOTE approval is to ensure consistency of RP, that we stay canon to Tolkien's universe we will basing our RP off the movies and the following books--The Hobbit and the trilogy and to help maintain an overall tone since we will be using headers for our characters when we post for them. Also, please. ONLY POST PROFILES IN THIS THREAD. All questions, etc. should be placed in the interest thread until we've gathered enough RPers to open an OOC thread. Thank you. PHP biThe Basics ib bNameb bNicknameb if any bGenderb bBirthdayAgeb bBirth Locationb Country, Town, etc. bRaceb elf, human, dwarf, etc. bClassb ranger, healer, priest, fighter, etc. biAppearance ib bHair Colorb bEye Colorb bWeightb bHeightb bBasic Physical Descriptionb bOther Featuresb includes scars, birthmarks, etc bVisual Representationb pictures should be approximately 150h x 100w pixels real people images only biBackground ib bPersonalityb list 5 - 10 words that describe your character bHistoryb How and where did your character grow up? What was their childhood like? Did anything notable occur in their lives? bFamilyb provide information regarding parents, siblings or any other pertinent relatives may include a mini bio on them if needed bLikesb of the nonsexual kind bDislikesb of the nonsexual kind bFearsb list at least 2 bBest Memoryiesb bWorst Memoryiesb bFavorite Colorsb bSexual Orientationb straight, bi, same sex oriented, other submissive vs dominant vs switch vs vanilla very experienced all the way to virgin If unable to find 'real people' images it is understood that in certain instances, a 'real person' might not be applicable, please find as close to real as possible. Life-like digital art is definitely acceptable. No anime please. Thank you.
Thread: Fellowship Of Forodwaith - LotR Group RP character profiles

The Basics Name Nair Pronounced naj.r Nickname NA Gender Female BirthdayAge 400 years old Appears to be late twenties Birth Location Mirkwood Race Silvan Elf Class Healer Appearance Hair Color pale blonde Eye Color bluegrey Weight 136 lbs Height 5'8 Basic Physical Description Slender with wide hips, tall, very long and tidy blonde hair. Fair complexion, blue grey eyes ringed by thick lashes, full lips, c-cup breasts. Other Features A small scar on her left shoulder, made by a poisoned orc spear that was not treated fast enough. Visual Representation Naire Background Personality Loyal, honest, kind, can be a little distant, abrupt, blunt, patient. History Naire grew up happily in the forests of Mirkwood with her family, her parents Mireth Mother and Arthon Father, and her elder brother Beren. During an orc raid Naire was caught unaware and nearly speared, her brother pushed her out of the way and the spear merely grazed her shoulder, before burying itself in her brothers chest. The wound was too great and he died. It took her and her parents a very long time to grieve his loss, but eventually they accepted it and moved passed it. Wanting to get away from Mirkwood and the oppressive darkness that had taken hold, Naire left and set out for Rivendell, there she began to study healing becoming extremely proficient in it. And there she also met and fell in love with a Ranger as he passed through. Many years later they were betrothed before he met a brutal death at the hands of a band of orcs. When news reached Rivendell, Naire was distraught, and from then on she closed her heart to others and became distant, not wishing to form attachments and suffer the loss when tragedy struck. Family Mother Mireth is a healer. Father Arthon is a warrior. Brother Beren was a warriorscout that died during an orc raid in Mirkwood. Likes Singing, music, dancing, being among nature Dislikes Being away from the woods, dishonesty, battles and the deaths they bring Fears Getting close to people and suffering the loss of them mortals in particular because of how easily they can die, Being caged. Best Memoryies Outings with her brother when she was a young elfling. He would take her to special spots he had found in the woods while scouting and they would share picnics. And the day she met the man she had hoped one day to marry. Worst Memoryies The day her brother died and then again the day she received the news of her betrothed's death Favorite Colors Green Sexual Orientation Straight, has very little experience.
Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Pynti-Peldot Pynti-Peldot meaning - hunting fields is a large Lossoth settlement located in the area of Ita-Ma in Forochel. This village is located at the southern end of the Ice Bay of Forochel and boasts the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. As its name means, those Lossoth residing here are primarily hunters and fishermen, taking advantage of the waters and woodlands that surround it as well as the nearby main roads in which one can travel for easy trading.
Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Brynne daughter of Bastian. Race Human. Attire Black, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress with red and gold trim black leather boots. Weapon Dagger . Location Pynti-Peldot inside the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. Tagging Anyone. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. The wind was howling outside causing the windows to rattle and shake. Though such weather seemed to be common in Forochel, Brynne was hardly used to the harsh climate. A shiver ran along her spine and she reached for a heavy shawl that was draped over the chair set across the way from her modest bed. Her room was so much smaller than the one she'd had back in her home in Dale... ah, to be back home... She truly missed her parents. Her mind drifted as she pined for them, her dark eyes welling with tears as she longed for a day when she might be reunited with them once more. But such a day seemed hopeless. Dale was so far away, the journey back treacherous. And after the unexpected attack, there was great uncertainty as to whether it was safe to even attempt returning. If only there was a way she could receive word about Dale, her family... just knowing they were safe would set her heart and mind at ease. Brynne pushed at her dark hair and heaved a sigh, her eyes shifting over to a pair leggings she'd been mending for one of the local hunters--one of the Lossoth of Pynti-Peldot--who frequented the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. She was nearly done patching them up, adding in a lining for extra warmth. Since arriving in the frozen wastelands of Forodwaith--after being so abruptly taken from all that was safe and familiar--she'd slowly been trying to repay those who'd been kind enough to help her and rescue her from the wildmen. She felt fortunate that the people of Pynti-Peldot were willing to let her stay, to prove herself a worthy seamstress. Running her hand over the stitching, Brynne smiled. But it faded as she heard the windows of her room jostle against the window panes, almost threatening to break open as the wind continued to sweep through the village. Her hand dropped away from the fabric and she walked over to the window, biting down on her lip as she stared outside into the inky black. The sky was dark, starless, though the moon shone down in silver strands of light. Still shivering, she backed away from the window and turned to leave her room and go downstairs. As Brynne headed down the dimly lit corridor that led to the open room where the patrons of the inn tended to meet and congregate, she could feel her heart begin to pound. Without realizing it, her tiny hands clutched at her shawl, pulling it tightly about her slim body. She could hear the voices of those already milling about, engaged in conversation, sharing a drink or three. A bit nervous as she always was, she stepped out into the midst of the crowd feeling out of place and so awkward. A hand reached up and began to fidget with a stray lock of brown, fingers twisting themselves within the strands as she made her way to where the barkeep stood. Slowly, she sat down and swallowed hard, her eyes darting about as she tried to blend in though she knew such a thing was impossible.
Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Celeste Race Elf Attire Leather, Tribal-looking, beige tunic slightly low-cut, black pants, black cloak, beige boots Weapon Longbow upon her back , Dagger Sheathed near her right hip . Location Pynti-Peldot inside the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. Tagging DAAnyone. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. A pale hand weaved through light brown locks. Normally, Celeste didn't resort to drinking. But tonight, she was almost tempted to give in and have one. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? Actually, maybe it'd be best to leave that as a rhetorical question and not attempt to find out that answer. A few mental replies rushed through her head and made her lightly shudder. Her head shook no as the unknown princess finally agreed to herself to not see about getting that found out. Matching hazel hues closed as a soft sigh passed her lips. The past nearly two hundred years had most definitely been eventful, if nothing else. But to some degrees, she wished it could have gone a bit better. All the same, the incident regarding the curse wasn't showing hints of improving. She'd ran not to abandon her home. That was the last thing she'd dare do. She left to grow up, to be able to help her kin ... and all those who were being affected which was likely everyone else. You could have at least remained long enough to get better details ... She inwardly scolded herself, her eyes slowly opening as she took a moment to gaze around. Most of the patrons were familiar enough faces. But there was definitely what she was certain to be a new one, a human at that rate. It was certainly an interesting sight, if nothing else. There were often more elves like herself than male or female humans. Standing up to her feet, she noted the woman seeming to be ... seeking something out? Being in front of the barkeep would usually suggest a drink. But .. dwarves were typically more fond of the alcohol. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to make an assumption like that without getting to know her, now would it? Taking a seat beside her, she gave a polite bow of her head to the maiden. You seem anxious and, lest I'm mistaken, new here. Is something troubling you, miss? She wouldn't push for an answer but if the woman shared another trait like herself, Celeste guessed she would want someone to talk to. Gods knew she certainly did, especially after being away from her family for so long. Hopefully they were still well ....
Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Celeste Race Elf Attire Leather, Tribal-looking, beige tunic slightly low-cut, black pants, black cloak, beige boots Weapon Longbow upon her back , Dagger Sheathed near her right hip . Location Pynti-Peldot inside the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. Tagging DAAnyone. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Celeste's head couldn't help but tilt slightly as the woman finally did begin to speak back to her. She seemed a bit hesitant ... but still, Celeste didn't feel as if she were being lied to. Even with all the noisy patrons around, her keen ears had still picked up on the order for wine from the human. Maybe it was help keep her somewhat calm? That was easily another reason people drank sometimes, not only to forget memories. Besides, the possibility she was just adjusting to more or less a 'culture shock' was fair enough. With how much of a nomad she'd been, Celeste had to do the same routine every damn time she moved from new place to place. A brief chill added into the inn as the door opened once again. Celeste held herself gently, turning in time to see a male human who looked in between exhausted yet unable to sleep. Moving her hands over her opposite shoulders a few times, she gave a light nod to Brynne. Completely understandable. I'm not from here myself, if it helps. I've been quite the wanderer for ... a while now, actually. It just takes time. Whether the words would mean anything or not, well, it'd be up to the human. But she hoped it'd do something more on the positive spectrum. She thought briefly on her own words. Time ... it was also supposed to be the answer for an array of other aspects and issues. It was like the old saying went, 'Time heals all wounds'. And yet her own she gave herself with having left home hadn't fully recovered. It was a work in progress though and at least improvements had been made. But it still didn't take away what sorrow remained. Her head shook no lightly. No sense dwelling on that .. In between her own thoughts and still glancing at the human, Celeste observed she seemed to look towards the newcomer. It piqued her curiosity but she didn't ask of it. Even if the human did know the other, it likely wasn't any of her affairs. A polite nod would be offered as she looked to the bar in front of her, not wanting to seem as if she were staring at her. Celeste. Even if either of us shift locations again, still a pleasure to have met you, briefly or otherwise. It was the least she could do, in her mind. And besides, it was just common courtesy. Didn't most races do such exchanges? Hers did, regardless, and damnit she wouldn't make herself look like a stuck-up child.
Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Maranwe Winterborne Maran. Race Elf Noldor. Attire Grayish-blue, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress dark blue cloak brown leather boots. Weapon Dagger , bowarrows . Location Pynti-Peldot inside the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. Tagging Anyone. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Maran's heart pounded, her tiny hands shaking as they fumbled for the door handle to the inn. She glanced upward at the somewhat rickety sign--Snowy Eagle--her chest heaving as she pushed all of her weight against the door as she pushed it open. The heat that kissed her pale skin was welcoming as she entered the glowing warmth, the fires roaring, the people milling about with drinks in hand as she all but staggered into the place. Pausing, she glanced behind herself, unsure if the others she'd been with had followed. Not wanting to leave the door open for too long given how cold the air had become as the wind howled outside, she closed it tightly, her smallish frame--especially for an elf--slumped against it. For several moments, Maran clamped her eyes shut, trying her best to calm herself down. When she fluttered them open, she stood up and shivered the residual chill that lingered in her bones. Standing fully upright once more, she swallowed hard and looked about the room, the patrons gathered about a tiny group that had formed in the main room's center. She bit down on her lip, hoping that she hadn't walked into local drama or worse. Not wanting any trouble, she remained on the perimeter of the crowd, slowly making her way toward an empty table in the corner where she could sit and rest for a moment before, warming herself before asking for food and a room for the night.
Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Bremven, Ven Race Human. Attire Thick, hooded, black woolen robe, undyed leather-buckled pack and belted sheaths, leather cuirass and sandals, black linen trousers. Weapon Twin Daggers Knife . Location Pynti-Peldot Inn of the Snowy Eagle. Tagging Brynne Everyone. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. It was common to be happily fascinated by how soothing and exciting laughter and music could be. The less popular flip-side was that silence, barren silence, could be just as deafening as the most terrifying of screams. And so it was a horrible calm so ear-shattering that it almost seemed as if it sucked away all sound, replacing it with the splitting ring of void. Even the mellow creak of the door found itself unconsidered as new faces came at a time for which the term inopportune would be a grave understatement. The sound of rhythmic thuds, like a drum or a heartbeat, found itself awakening some, but most remained locked in that strange paralysis of a confusion that only spread faster the further it spread from its origin like a plague, tempting with a clueless curiosity that would drive all walks of men to stare. All but the man who was only beginning to unleash himself from a daze of a different kind, open palms thumping against the floor, ruining the rhythm of the thuds as the massive, downed Lossuth rose to his feet. Nothing of importance to you, stranger. the Lossuth grunted, a rough, firm handful finding itself clenching the thick, black wool of Bremven's cloak, wrenching him up with a single pull, the bard's gaze no longer parallel to those of the princess as he stared into that same oblivion that rang through his ears. I simply have something that this minstrel here has misplaced... he continued, pushing the shoulder around to turn Bremven to face himself glassy, unfocused eyes looking right through the tower of a man. ...and I seek to return it to him. Teeth clenched as the Lossuth swung his hips back, a closed fist moving back, and then forward like a springboard, plummeting towards the bard's face.
Thread: An honor system?

I think we should add a system in which we can promote people within the community who earn respect. It would act as a stat, and could only be gotten if other users putting in for you to earn that honor. Maybe I'm just a dreamer, but I like this idea a lot.
Thread: An honor system?

Ratings always turn into a popularity contest in the end and then never do anyone any good even if they start off with the best of intentions. I've seen it happen way too many times unfortunately.
Thread: An honor system?

Ah, sorry DA. I just thought it would be a way to support the lesser known people that are good at role playing and not in any sort of popularity contest this isn't high school...
Thread: An honor system?

I feel it's related to the topic. While a stat based system would be nice and help some people, it would be drowned out by the well-popular people that are already popular. If you really want to help lesser known people get known, spread the word yourself. Make friends and point them towards that individual when they happen to be looking. You'll get much farther and probably more effective.
Thread: An honor system?

Also, so people know...... this site used to have a rating system. I turned it off for a reason. .
Thread: An honor system?

Ah, I'm sorry DA. I just thought It could work...
Thread: An honor system?

That's the exact kind of elitism we don't need. People who are friendly and well-liked don't need that sort of artificial stamp of approval from the community.