rippernik

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  1. Harry Potter Studio Tour

    Tehehe me like the little castle
  2. We Fled. We Prospered.

    3 2 1 CLEAR *BZZZ*
  3. Shadows of Chandur [OPEN Mini-RP]

    [[GUYS! So my internet went down forever, sorry you guys had to wait on me!]] The moment Emmane realized she was trapped was a moment too late. She had been so enraptured in the proceedings of the battle that she had forgotten to watch her own back. Although she was more apart of the forest than these bandits, they lived and breathed it as well. They could be silent or brutish, depending on the situation. Emmane allowed herself to be held, waiting for the opportune moment to escape from her bonds. She sensed little threat to her life and was much more interested in the abilities of the fighters than the dagger at her throat. There seemed to be a whole range of physical and magical skills, some darker than others. As she continued to process the action, she noted that everyone had a tinge of something... Unique, some muddied some clear, but all unique. It made her uneasy; none of these beings were normal. Even as most of her brain was occupied determining the abilities of those around her, part was occupied on escape. She had to get out of here. These beings could handle the fight themselves and she would much rather return to the silence of the forest than to get wrapped up in the fray. Any moment the bandit would lower his guard just slightly and she'd have her opportunity...He was distracted... His arm was loosening slightly... "I'd let her go if I were you..." All the sudden the bandit's grip tightened again as the winged man threatened him. Emmane immediately felt rage funnel through her toward the man. She had nearly had her escape and, now, escape would be more difficult. She didn't understand what the man was doing or who he was threatening, his words not making any sense to her. The common language was such a brutish and abrupt language, very different from the wood elf dialect she spoke. Before she could respond, the bandit loosened his grip in a spasm of fear. Quickly, she took the opportunity, disarming and disabling him quietly. The winged creature suddenly was gone again, racing off to another part of the battle. Flinging her head around to take in her surroundings, she realized a young man was enticing her help. With a bit of forbearance she responded, quickly and deftly making a path through the fray to his back. Drawing her eleven short swords she faced Zaza alongside this new ally who, after the man with the muddied aura fell, was making some sort of speech. Emmane wasn't sure how she ended up here or even what was going on, all she could see was this man atop a free creature with a dark and murderous aura. Besides, the chaos with in her was rising and nature was screaming for revenge. As the man dove forward, Emmane tried to adapt as best she could to his fighting style, remembering the little she had seen of it before. As he went to one side, she moved low to the opposite, aiming a stab at Zaza's chest with her left blade. [[sorry it's a bit rushed, but I wanted to get everything up to speed with what was going on]]
  4. Shadows of Chandur [OPEN Mini-RP]

    [Yes, she does. Emmane lives in the forest and is connected to nature so it would be natural for her to know the happenings :)] Emmane squatted on the balls of her feet ready to leap like a panther and defend the humans from the village. Though they had slain wolves, those wolves were under the control of this band of bandits. Emmane hated them. They stole creatures and corrupted them with a human-imposed chaos, nothing of the natural order or chaos remained in these poor creatures. She watched as the wolves surrounded the men and girl, pulling a light, bone throwing knife from a leather pouch at her side. The man with the young girl spoke, but again Emmane didn't catch a word of it. She knew it was the language of the humans now, but still had no idea what was being said. Suddenly a strange man on a tiger appeared and Emmane's blood boiled. The darkness in her soul sprung up as she watched the defeated tiger hang it's head and back under the weight of it's rider. In a moment, she imagined every way she could kill the man who sat on the creature. Knife or arrow to the throat, strangulation, a quick stab in the back; all these were possible. Her jaw clenched, her body went ridged as the rage of nature became her own. You are an elf, peaceful toward all two-legged creatures. She tried to remind herself, but could not. Elves were only meant to react in defense of themselves or someone else, never out of personal rage or aggression. But the darkness had always been stronger in her, nature had always had more rule over her then she did herself. Somehow she managed to stay still as the cruel man spoke, she detected a mocking tone and gestures toward the village, but naught else. Is some calamity coming to the village? she wondered. It was a wonder she didn't know the man as she lived and breathed the forest. Perhaps Vathrok had hired him? But, if so, why? Emmane could guess it had something to do with the village. She cast her eyes over to the bush where the other human was waiting to come onto the scene. Something is... Strange about that one. His aura is... Muddied. He was not a form of human she was familar with and something traveled with him, inside him, around him? Emmane wasn't sure. What she was sure of, however, was that she didn't trust him for a moment.
  5. Zankyou no Terror

    Ok guys, if you're an anime freak like me, you're aware of this new show that just came out last month. It's seriously ammaaaazingggg (imo). The art, the animation, the storyyy.... K I'll stop. Maybe. *ahem*. What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Haven't seen it? Yo thoughts pleeeeaseee
  6. Shadows of Chandur [OPEN Mini-RP]

    [This seems like lots of fun!] The trees shifted slightly as the nighttime wind blew through. The moon shone brightly, stars littering the sky in random, yet immaculate patterns. Emmane was a mere spec in this great wide network of living things, the trees communicating with the soil, plants intertwining with insects, the wolves speaking to their big brother moon. All around her nature weaved and collapsed in on itself, yet there was a fracture to the ground and air now. Before, before it had been harmony, a harmonic breathing of the mother and father, now it was as if the darkness had overcome light, interrupting all balance. As a wood elf, Emmane was as much interconnected with the earth as the sky was. She sensed and moved with each change and had, finally, began to adjust to the darkness of the land, moving into the new rhythm of things. She missed the old days... A little. Part of her enjoyed this darkness, found comfort in the chaos. She ran her fingers lightly around the blighted tree which barely held her weight. Something about it's damage intrigued her, enticed her. She sensed the fight before it begun. The tension in the disordered harmony rose as the wolves hungered. They had been hungry, roaming closer and closer to the humans as the prey died off from the ever encroaching darkness. Emmane rose lightly on her feet, making sure to only choose the strongest parts of the tree to stand on. With a graceful leap, she landed on the next tree and continued so toward the action, melting into nature as if she were another leaf. She arrived just as the action had begun. Instead of jumping in, she observed watching as the warriors fought with ease against their enemies. It pained her to watch the wolves quickly fall one by one, but not enough to prompt her into action. Perhaps it should have, but it didn't. Her father had always said her heart was made for darkness, it's what had caused him to cast her out from the clan when she was young. Maybe he was right. As their whimpers fell, Emmane watched as the group inspected their prey. After a short discussion in a language she didn't recognize, the group set off toward... Ahhhh, Vathrok. Well, perhaps they do not realize just who they are antagonizing. With a light foot, Emmane followed silently behind them, making no more noise than a squirrel would as it climbed through the trees.
  7. ...and it made me frown

    I really don't like it when people do that. :<
  8. Zankyou no Terror

    AHHHH BUT ERGO SO GOOODD!!! K so I'll admit, it took me two tries to get through it, but it was totally worth it in the end haha. The last like 304 episodes are like O___________________________O. I feel like Zank no Terror has a lot more going on in the first few episodes, though, and the story isn't as confusing. There's mystery, but not so much that you'll loose your interest. I really like how it has a more "realistic" feel than most anime though. Like the dialogue isn't as weird or cheesy, also they had an actual British voice actor for one of the episodes! That was really cool to me since there's not usually different ethnicities and, if there are, they speak perfect Japanese. I don't know, it's just breaking a lot of the cliches in anime which is fun to watch.
  9. ...and it made me frown

    It's probs a pimple, no joke. I once got a mosquito bite in my nose, it was probably the worst thing ever. I have to do adult things today. Like go to the grocery store and work. -_-
  10. Hi guys!!!

    Weee another newbie! Hi Cleo, welcome to the circus Surreality! Everyone here is really kind and scary nice. Yeah... JUMP IN AND HAVE SOME FUN :D. No but really, everyone is super chill and, though most of us are probably too old for roleplaying, we still have lots of fun @.@
  11. Zankyou no Terror

    It's really unique compared to a lot of the new stuff coming out. It definitely has a broader meaning than just the story itself, lots of commentating on society and what it means to be human. Sort of reminds me of Ergo Proxy :).
  12. The Muse Has Returned!

    Shounds gewd :)
  13. The Muse Has Returned!

    I like the idea of the summoned beasts and maybe this young boy could be led by an experienced female counterpart in the ways of the summoned beasts?? :D. I think it's a cool base, but will need some really cool, unique antagonist to make it interesting and different.
  14. PICTURES OF YOSELF

    Haha thank you! It was a lot of fun C:
  15. Nik's Niche

    Sooooo I make ze arts too! Here's some recent stuff. You can check out my work at spirithover.wordpress.com. Thanks for looking!!
  16. PICTURES OF YOSELF

    So this seemed like fun. Here's my Dark!Jack Frost cosplay from A-kon... Because... Reasons... >.> <.<. And here's me on a normal day!
  17. Nik's Niche

    Ack: Thank ya, m'amm! -- Here's a new watercolor and oil painting commission I'm working on! The watercolor was done for my friend Lindi who is moving to Houston in a couple weeks to do inner-city mission work for a year. Enjoy!
  18. We Fled. We Prospered.

    Hey guys sorry for the absence! Went on vacation, got a new job, my roommate moved out... In short, real life was pretty crazy! Got my post up though, let me know if there's any errors in the history, Loki, I think I followed the timeline right, but I'm not entirely sure. Cheers!
  19. We Fled. We Prospered.

    Henry Wilks straightened his already immaculate suit and navy blue tie, admiring the mirror in front of him. With dashing blue eyes, careless yet meticulous hair and a disarming smile, Henry was the epitome of a brilliant politician. He had risen to the top, not shoving aside only one opponent on the way, and did not regret a moment. Power was his, the admiration was his and no one could force it from his hands. Sure, there was a president, but everyone looked to Henry for guidance in this country... Or the closest thing to a country these days. Since the war began in the States 30 years ago, anarchy had spread across the world, the last standing country being Great Britan. When Henry first arrived in the States the amount of chaos was astonishing to him. Political leaders had risen up, but they were incompetent, emotionally-driven primates. No, until Henry had arrived, organization and order was absolutely impossible. It's what allowed the females to keep their camps and even fight against the men. Now, it was a bit different, but there was still much work to do. Now, diplomacy was a requirement if any semblance of peace could be found in major cities. The females, now adept guerrilla warriors, would scavenge whole cities until nothing was left. Order had returned, innovation was beginning, and something of an organized military was being formed. There was something of a government now, national television and electricity was back, even running water had returned.However, because of the lack of order, the females had gained more strength than they should have logically gained. And it was all because of Henry. Henry's own city, what was left of Washington DC, was constantly under construction. Buildings were beginning to rise up as men worked to rebuild the world they had lost. 5 years prior, it had been a collection of tents and shacks, now some government buildings had been restored becoming hotels, refugee homes and brothels. The brothels always amused Henry as men hated the one thing they couldn't stay away from. It was imbecilic. Henry walked over to the broad bay window on the east side of the room, watching the sun's ascent into the sky. Pinks and purples still stroked in the blueness of late dawn. The shadows of ancient, white buildings stretched across the industrious city. My city. Henry thought, smirking to himself. A soft knock at the door interrupted his reverie, "Secretary Wilks?" "Enter." He said cooly, leaning against the wall. "Sir, the meeting is beginning soon. Also, I brought the files you requested." Henry pushed off the wall, walking with masked eagerness toward the manila folder the other man held. Jeremy was a good lad, 18, ginger haired, simple and morally grey; he was perfect for Henry's assistant. Without a word he gently took the envelope and gave Jeremy a smile, "Thank you, Jeremy, I appreciate it. If you would tell the President that I will be only a minute, please." Jeremy blushed, "O-of course, sir." Quickly the young man rushed off. The fact that Jeremy had feelings for Henry certainly helped him convince him to do some of the more... shady parts of business. Henry shut the door, swinging around to his massive desk chair across his modern, clean cut desk. He didn't have much time to look into these, mere minutes before he needed to meet the President. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to open it. It wasn't thick, as thin as his little finger, yet the name stopped him from moving an inch, Lucy Milburn. It had taken forever and a day to locate these files, red tape tying them to only officials with unlimited access to sensitive documents. Not to mention they weren't digital making them nearly impossible to track down and requiring a trip to Bristol.Yet, finally, he had done it...And now he couldn't even bring himself to open it. With a frustrated grunt, Henry pushed himself away from the desk, crossing the room in several quick strides and shutting the door firmly behind him; his time was up. It was time to meet with the President. -- President Moore was as daft as men come, in Henry's opinion. Vast, boisterous and rude Moore was the epitome of the American "good ol boy". Best of all, Moore despised women with a furious passion which, naturally, won him votes among the men of this country. "Henry!" The man boomed, earning a well rehearsed smile from Henry, "How 'er you doin'?" "Very well, sir, thank you. Yourself?" Moore nodded emphatically, "Swell, swell! What business do we have for this morning, sport?" Henry pulled his iPad out of the inner pocket on his coat, bringing up the notes he wanted to bring up in this meeting. Naturally, the President was completely unprepared. "Nothing too severe, sir. Some of the militia made contact with a female colony yesterday 30 kilometers outside of DC. They could be easily crushed-" "Excellent! Let's crush them, eh, sport?" Moore smiled widely. Henry chuckled good-naturedly, "Well that would be ideal, of course, sir... However, I propose a different course of action while, not ideal in satisfying our ravenous blood-lust, will improve the pressure on smaller settlements." Moore frowned, but stayed silent. "Of course, sir, this would entirely be your decision as you are the President. I merely suggest that we initiate a... business relationship, of sorts, with these females. They know our strength, they know where they stand. They cannot win and, should they resist, we can crush them immediately. I propose, sir, that we use them, instead, to our advantage. Persuade them to provide us with goods and we provide them with protection." "Why can't we just crush them?" You truly are a complete idiot, Moore. Henry stood and began pacing quietly about the room, "To the females, sir, it will seem as a diplomatic relationship... A consensual relationship in which we show sympathy to their plight which will quench the flames for a bit or, if we are very lucky, fuel them further." Moore rolled his eyes childishly, "Why on earth would I want that?!" Henry smirked, grabbing the back of his chair and leaning toward Moore, "Because, sir, they will not fuel their fire against us, but instead each other. Most female colonies will be infuriated by this new colony being affiliated with us and it may encourage them to react rather violently..." Moore grinned wildly, a crazed light coming to his eyes revealing a violent past, "You are very wicked for a young man." Henry laughed, "No, sir, I am just very good at what I do." Moore held out a hand, "Do it, Henry, and crush those whores from the inside out." Henry gripped it tightly, "Gladly, sir."
  20. Hey guys, just a quick fyi I'm going on a short backpacking trip next week in Colorado. I'll be gone from Tuesday afternoonish- Sunday morning. Just wanted to let y'all know unless you needed to reach me!
  21. We Fled. We Prospered.

    Hey guys! I'm going out of town next week (and won't have internets) so I was wondering if you'd like me to leave a post? Honestly, since my character is disconnected from the rest, I can jump in whenever! Just didn't want to interrupt the flooowwwwww.
  22. This is just basically an idea dump for Psych and I's rp because we forget stuff all the time. If you don't want spoilers for the RP don't read! Or at least read at your own risk :). ===== Early Plot Crap It's an EPILOGUE YAY Starts off shortly after LOS2, livin in dat church. Alu's gettin antsy cause he wants to go save the world and Gabe is just like "Newww let's spend time togezerrrr." and let's be real, Gabe isn't a character of change. So after a while they get in a spat. Alu runs off to go save humanity, Gabe sulks because... That's what he does. So all this time the Brotherhood has begun to reform. (dundundunnn) Now Alu goes to help them get back on their feet cause he helped them in the way past cause they protect humanity... And Alu protects humanity. Under the agreement that they would lay off Gabe. Of course, this is the brotherhood and they always have ulterior motives. They've discovered that Gabriel can bring back the "good parts" of the Lords of Shadow from Heaven because he is a lord of shadow. So, they steal his combat cross and take Alu as hostage (sometime before then Alu and Gabe reconcile). So Gabe has to choose between helping bringing those bastards back or his son dying. Of course... THERE'S MOAR! They want to create a utopia in which they rule, basically becoming "gods" Naturally, they're brought back cause HELLO GABE ISN'T ABOUT TO LET HIS SON DIE. Enter new enemy to defeat. (Maybe this earns some sort of judgment from God? Maybe the Brotherhood?) Gabriel and God Gabriel has gone with God's plan since the beginning, mostly unwilling. He is God's ultimate weapon against evil... While also being evil himself. So, wouldn't God use Gabriel to execute judgment on the Brotherhood/the founders of the brotherhood? They committed a perversion by bringing the founders back for power. PLOT HOLE NOOOOOOO!!!! So Cornel tells Gabe that he's killing the good guys by killing the bad guys. PROBLEMMM FOR OUR STORYYYY NOOOO. SOLUTION! They combine because they still connected and they go to MIDDLE EARTH, I mean, purgatory... yeah. Trevor is Frodo. Basically. ANYWAY, Gabriel can access this realm because he is still whole and now they are so he can play fetch. Yeah... Would Alucard be conflicted about killing the brotherhood founders? No, because they seriously effed up his life and are a threat to humanity. Questions to still be answered How the eff does Gabriel get to purgatory?!!!???!!
  23. And if so, what's yo steeeeeam? Mines _ezrae_ for anyone who wants to find me :)