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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 26, 2003 17:08:54 GMT -5
Allow me to explain what this is. More or less vermin roleplays are making seemingly anthros who are accosicated with evil or bad things for example cats, wolves, dingos, badgers, etc. etc. etc. Post a profile first.  Name: Denver Age: 21 Mental Age: 2 Personality: Think homer simpson at the age of two. Stupid stupid stupid, but he has his moments of briliance. Clothes: Black pants and shirt, brown trench coat Hair Colour: Black Speicies: Timberwolf Occupation: Currently unemployed. Sometimes steals to get $$ for his rent Quote: "Money may not BUY happiness but it can darn well give it." Favourite Bangs: Queen for the most part. Seems to enjoy older music rather than anything else. Will listen to Linkin Park though Other: Born in England, which explains love of Queen and that weird accent. Seems to be quite distant from people, like they'll all turn their backs on him. Denver is sitting around playing pool at a bar for some cash. He seems rather bored with the whole ordeal as he is winning. |
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Post by LDF on Feb 26, 2003 17:11:24 GMT -5
Hmm... o-O Umm... okay... oO; Name: Deryck (Yes, with a Y) Tserat (Ser-at) Species: Red Wolf  Gender: Male Age: 17 ;D Job: Unemployed... Does not need a job (yet!) Clothes: Baggy black khakis with an ordinary black longsleeved t-shirt that reads, 'Life's a Fish and then you die.' on the back... plus sort of spiky black hair... o-O; Other: He's in erm... highschool, doesn't care too much about any other people. He's Canadian, from Quebec, and has a bunch of bruises from playing too much hockey and lacrosse... Name: Aeri Takenouchi Species: Erm... tiger o-O Gender: Female Age: 19 Job: Doesn't really have a "job" but draws, paints, and writes in free time Clothes: wears jeans (either black or blue) and a t-shirt and longsleeved shirt combo. t-shirt is black and the longsleeved shirt is dark blue... The t-shirt says, 'I'm a loser. Deal with it.' on the back. Other: Is an anti-social artist ;D Yay? I rather have a Rabid Aisha, but... this is Neopian Vermin RP |
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Post by lupe on Feb 26, 2003 18:13:28 GMT -5
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 26, 2003 20:29:02 GMT -5
OOC: No, we're trying to keep it limited to furries.
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Post by lupe on Feb 27, 2003 7:59:58 GMT -5
OOC: No, we're trying to keep it limited to furries. Fewee, okay. Zeke the Space Llama... . Etch, I have to go... I'll do Zeke's thingie after school... |
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 27, 2003 16:32:03 GMT -5
OOC: Jessie, you don't comprehend. It's animals that are assoicated with evil... llamas are NOT associated with evil.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Feb 28, 2003 17:04:39 GMT -5
Maybe I'll do this.... Ooh! I can use the Wocky in my series...only as a cat! I love wolves...but I don't think I'll be one.
Profile
Name: CoolFire
Nickname: Fire
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: Cat
Clothes: Dark green T-shirt and black jeans, a little baggy
Hair Colour: Brown
Occupation: None; doesn't need money.
Quote: None
Background, personality, hobbies, etc.: He was born in the city, but was abandoned along with the rest of the litter and grew up independent of everyone. He has no permanant home; he wanders from place to place. Although he is native to the city, he longs to see the country and the ocean, and he hates the city. He's depressed and angry, but very passionate about what he loves: music (classical, particularly from the baroque period). He's very shy and anti-social. It takes him a long time to trust someone.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Feb 28, 2003 17:13:06 GMT -5
The breeze careens about the streets--busy streets, filled with noise and black smog trailing from behind cars. Sunset is being painted delicately in the firmament; the blue is gently morphing into pastels, which will eventually burst forth into brilliant colors.
Fire sighs and squints at the heavens. I need a place to go, he thinks; but there is nowhere.
Fire wanders aimlessly around the sidewalks and finally wanders into a bar. Generally, he stays away from these types of places, but he is in desperate need of something to drink. He has no job and no money except for some change he had found on the sidewalk earlier that morning, and he hopes to be able to pay for something like water.
"Water, please?" he asks hopefully, nudging a few coins toward the bartender.
The bartender looks at him dubiously.
"I doubt that'll be payin' for anything," he says. "Even just some water...."
"Fine." Fire takes back his coins and shoves the change back into his pocket. "Thanks anyway."
He hovers around for a moment, then becomes invisible against the wall.
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 28, 2003 17:27:00 GMT -5
Denver gives a small cheer, he just one ANOTHER pool game. He fingers a wad of bills and buys a tank of beer, and drains it rather quickly.
"Ah... they don't make it like this back in England," he grins as he belches quite loudly.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Feb 28, 2003 17:34:14 GMT -5
Fire flinches as he notices Denver, and then he gets an idea. Perhaps he can make a little money--just enough for a little nourishment--from this. Although not one to gamble under normal circumstances, (and yes, he admits that his situation was quite normal for him), he is in great need. Rummaging and scrounging has brought me here; but I need money fast if I ever want to leave the city.
He creeps toward the pool table and asks meekly, "Mind if I join for a game?"
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 28, 2003 17:47:03 GMT -5
Denver's eyes dart to the Fire, seeming a bit warry.
"A'right Kid. You and Me," he grins tossing him a pool stick
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Post by sollunaestrella on Feb 28, 2003 18:05:25 GMT -5
Fire swallows down the lump of fear and nerve in his throat and takes the pool stick.
"You first," he squeaks quickly.
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 28, 2003 18:32:11 GMT -5
Denver makes a swift motion and grabs the nearest poolstick and chalks he. Denver pases to check his angle and moves around a bit.
"12 ball in the side pocket," he mutters under his breath as the 12 ball glides into the afformentioned pocket.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Feb 28, 2003 18:39:06 GMT -5
Fire gasps outwardly and wails inwardly. He has never done this before and knows no technique.
At his turn, he awkwardly rubs the stick in the chalk, not knowing what it does and not caring. He just needs to do well; that's all he knows, and Denver looks like he knows what he's doing. Better imitate him, Fire's brain kept telling him.
He starts to aim at the white ball that looms in front of him; the stick misses. Fire growls a little, then tries again, not caring if he was violating any rule.
The stick comes in weak contact with the ball, but the ball doesn't go in the proper direction. None of the other balls reach the pockets. Fire curses silently. He knows he will lose.
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 28, 2003 18:40:25 GMT -5
Denver rasies an eyebrow.
"You're new to this game ain't you?"
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