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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Thu, 25/07/2024 00:09 (6 Months ago) |
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xxxxx"Aye, I suppose we should carry on. Best not to keep anyone waiting on us, lest we be accused of wasting their time." Caesar adjusted his grip on his suitcase, ensuring his hand stayed firmly around the leather handle. He grinned a little at Ferrenal's comment, letting it roll through his tumultuous mind again, the words bringing an oddly serene feeling to his tense shoulders... Until, once more, the bubbling violence of that final failed mission struck him. He felt his mind flinch at the memory, the sudden blackness.. The glass walls around him. The questions. The interrogations. The brutality... Caesar shook his head subtly, then nodded to Ferrenal. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Wed, 24/07/2024 02:38 (6 Months ago) |
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xxxxxCaesar turned slowly, his eyes scanning the masses of younger, shorter, taller, weaker members of the academy, searching carefully for that approaching sensation of unfamiliar familiarity. It didn't take long for his gaze to settle on a fiercely approaching individual, one with seemingly more augmentations than flesh, if their legs were anything to go by. The man's gaze traveled over every possible detail, trying to discern the intention of the masked student. The mask. The thought struck Julius like a runaway train, his mind freezing up for several quiet moments. Those moments were quiet in the back of his mind, a solemn silence that began to dredge up seemingly ancient and forgotten memories. The mask. Caesar turned his full body to face the approaching android. The realization dawned on him at last, when Ferrenal was merely a few steps away. Caesar, for once, choked on his words. xxxxx"They didn't kill you. Well... Not fully.." Caesar paused, then realized just how absurd it was for him to be saying that. He should have been dead for nearly two decades, by now. That realization once again struck Caesar, his thoughts spurring back into motion. Twenty years. Julius swallowed carefully, trying not to inhale his tongue. I've been dead for nearly twenty years. He paused, then shamed himself quietly. And I've done this to poor Ferrenal... He was just a boy, and I've done this to him. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Wed, 24/07/2024 01:08 (6 Months ago) |
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xxxxxHowever, what really made the scene odd was that, observing the two other students, was a third. Granted, not a third student that Julius considered horribly significant; after all, what prompted hiding from line of sight in order to continue watching? Caesar resumed his powerful pace, adjusting his angle slightly, and strode towards that hiding student. He couldn't quite believe his luck; to catch someone acting so? What fuel for an insult! What fire for a quick blow to the ego! A few steps further, that's all it would take, and then... xxxxx"You know, there's a term for this sort of behavior... I believe it's called stalking, and I'm quite firm in my beliefs. Something there catch your eye, lass?" His rich voice bubbled up like molten stone, almost assuredly surprising, considering he stood no less than three feet from the presumed stalker. And the presumed, girl, for that matter; Julius had carelessly used "lass," fully expecting the appearance to match his expectations of the other attendee. He realized, though, he could be wrong. After all, it wasn't uncommon for a rebel to try and conceal their identity. Appearances were, of all things, the easiest to change. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Tue, 23/07/2024 02:47 (6 Months ago) |
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xxxxxJulius calmly slid a slip of paper into his weathered and worn book, a simple pocket-sized text with a cover both leatherbound and black. Etched into the cover in reflective bronze letters was the title, The History of the Roman Empire. Julius slid the book carefully into his suitcase, which sat open upon his bed. With a grunt, he stood from his comfortable seat, which he'd needed to move for the sake of being nearby the bed, and began to tuck the edges of his well-folded clothes into the trunk. It was a faded leather case with silver rivets and still further faded brass buckles, a pair of latches which stood at attention upon the lid. Spring loaded, for ease of use, and well kempt by their user. For his own sake, Julius meticulously cared for the old leather suitcase, ensuring it was, at every moment, in the best possible shape. That same monotonous care left, despite the busyness and consumption of freedom, very little appetite for other activities... A sport? Or planning for an attack? Going for walks? No, the hunger for those feelings of satisfaction, of anticipation, of tranquility, was gone. Instead, the only other pastime that managed to find a place in Julius' schedule was reading. He'd never lost that hunger for literature. Not even while he awaited his execution. In fact, that hunger had only grown more powerful, more voracious and desperate. He'd given in to that hunger after his great escape. He'd found what he enjoyed above all else. And then he'd refined that taste to focus solely on the most abstract elements... And then, still further, he refined it. Not just the abstract, but the taboo. The topics that were forbidden by the government. The knowledge of lost empires, lost emperors, lost armies... xxxxxThe two buckles of the leather case closed with a pair of satisfying clicks, the opaque reflections showing Julius the small tremble in his own hands, the damaged details of his fingertips. Scars, callouses, the faded remnants of a life of work. The white-haired man let out a soft sound of amusement - a soft "Hmph" - and brushed his hands across the legs of his pants, cleaning them against the rough denim surface. With that done, he glanced around his little dormitory room, which he'd stayed in for far too long, and chewed his tongue for a moment.. Julius stood very still as he thought, then cleared his throat and shook himself from the deep ponderance that had overtaken him. He rolled his sleeves back to his wrists, allowing his grey button-down to rest in a more professional look, and buttoned his cuffs. Julius thought, after a glance in the mirror, that he looked quite dashing. He took ahold of the handle of his suitcase and swept it off the bed, testing the weight of it for a few moments. A few small lifts, ensuring everything important made it into the trunk. A few anxious looks around the room, ensuring nothing was left behind. A few small steps, shuffling closer to the door... xxxxxCaesar stepped out into the world beyond his doorway, taking a slow, deep breath of the fresh, clean air. It was almost as satisfying as the scent of his ancient books, but lacked the raw fragrance of knowledge.. Julius stepped along his path, meeting the sunshine with a confident, gleaming grin. His silver hair shone in the light, like a lion's mane of mercury, and his sharp eyes narrowed to block out the harsher rays. Julius took another breath... And allowed himself to truly become Caesar. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sun, 21/07/2024 01:52 (6 Months ago) |
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xxxxxAh, once more I begin the tale of the past week... It's been an interesting one, for certain. Well, interesting to me. The outside eye might find it bland or monotonous. Then, maybe, on to the personal Pokeheroes news, the weekly poem (drafted by yours truly), and some miscellaneous knowledge. xxxxxI began work as an electrician's apprentice four or five weeks ago now, essentially doing everything that my 60 year old employer doesn't want to do. Granted, his side of the bargain is being held up; I'm learning the trade, however slowly. This last week, we ran a primary power cable from a service to a trailer house, which turned out to be several hours longer than it needed to be, due to that same 60 year old employer forgetting to lay out the ground wire... We put in some electrical boxes in the framework of a house, soon we'll be running cable. Then it'll be Plumbing's and HVAC's turns to crawl around the sawdust and mosquitoes. We repaired one rich lady's remotely controlled lights, her grandchildren had managed to fry the receiving node by fiddling with the switch too much... Thankfully, nobody nagging at me to move a car that isn't mine or anything of the sort. xxxxxOnto the site news! I found an enigma stone in my backpack and figured I'd use it; no point in letting it sit. I sought reservation in one roleplay, but it seems as though I won't get it, and have successfully signed in to another. The slots on that second play are full though, so no new joins.. My apologies. It would be Welcome to Reformation, created by one ~4PR1L. It's going to be a lot of fun. I discovered a beast I'd yet to have heard about, and grew more exasperated by the expanding nature of the Pokémon universe... They managed to add a third evolution to Pawniard without anyone batting an eye at that. In a whole new region. That just appeared out of nowhere... Sometimes the logic of these massive game and TV show series just makes me flinch... "Nix the Next" See, progress isn't from one and another It's not just a series of tries You need to consider the eternal tether The successes are great, but the failures aren't lies Once in a while, now and again Consider taking a step back Count up to eight, then up to ten And write down results for that path Nix the next trial Prepare to redo Sure there's a pile But it's all useful to you xxxxxI've also gotten back into streaming some games... Inconsistently, of course, but I'm trying my best. I'll be ThatTerrariaThing on Twitch, and as luck would have it, I'll be streaming some modded Terraria after I finish this post. Glad to Be Writing Once Again, Interna_Chaotica [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Fri, 19/07/2024 00:45 (6 Months ago) |
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[Name] Julius Ryan Liamson - "Caesar" [Age] 48 Years, 8 Months [Gender/Sexuality] Male - Aromantic - Asexual [Personality] ENTP - The Debater "Quick-witted and audacious, people with the ENTP personality type aren’t afraid to disagree with the status quo. In fact, they’re not afraid to disagree with pretty much anything or anyone. Few things light up these personalities more than a bit of verbal sparring – and if the conversation veers into controversial terrain, so much the better." Julius is a quick-witted and observant individual, his mind as sharp as his tongue when it comes to speaking the truths of his ideals; that is to say, the ideals which landed him in a prison on wait for execution nearly two decades ago. He wears that time as a badge of honor among his peers, though, often claiming he was closer to revolution than any other has ever been. Julius can be headstrong when his emotions get out of control, but he does his best to keep calm so that he doesn't do anything rash. He often considers himself a sort of living god or king of some sort, thus his self-given nickname and title - "Caesar", the name of a long line of emperors from an eternity ago. Due to his self-association with that, he often ignores ideas, conversations, and people that he considers unimportant. [Description] Julius is, despite not yet being 50 years of age, a salt-and-pepper-haired man with a scruffy face, a short silver and black beard decorating his jaw. His eyes shine a soft hazel green under a firm and unhappy brow, a permanent scowl fixed upon his face. Though not a small man, he is by no means large - around five feet and ten inches tall(appx. 177.80 cm), with a slim frame that just barely matches his low, rumbling voice. He often wears a button-down cotton shirt, both sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and clean blue jeans, as well as a pair of brown steel-toed leather boots. [Reference Image] Nix [Power] "Without a Sound, Begone" This ability is not fully known to anybody outside of the government, and very few within - the failure of Julius' execution was covered up, witnesses sworn to secrecy or killed, and all details covered up. In moments of extreme focus or emotion, Julius can focus his ability into a single point of skin contact, causing devastation to whatever he touches, but only for mere fractions of a second. Due to this, only one thing can be destroyed by this ability at a time. The use of this ability leaves very little behind; at most, dust. The damage to the object depends on the size. An individual brick may vanish entirely, but a whole wall will have pieces left behind. Damage to a biological object is less than that to an artificial object; while Julius may be able to destroy most of a car, he cannot destroy more than a quarter of a fully grown human (take that as you will...). The backlash Julius faces when using this ability can be mild, but is often severe; depending on the size of the object he chooses to destroy, and whether or not it's biological or artificial, he will receive temporary sensory and nervous damage. This can range from losing the sense of touch in a few fingers to full-body paralysis, and can range from a few hours to several months. In addition, he can also lose his senses; he may become temporarily blind, deaf, touchless, experience ageusia, anosmia, or may become mute. Again, this effects can range from several hours to several months. Julius used this ability several days before his execution-to-be, leaving his guards, captors, executioners and counselors in utter confusion; his holding cell had been obliterated, and he was gone overnight.. [Backstory] Born into a middle-class, hard working family, Julius was no stranger to calluses and aching muscles. His parents worked for honest livings, ensuring there was food on the table and blankets on the beds. Julius was happy to lend a hand when he could, though ravenously devoured literature in whatever spare time he had. History caught his attention quickly, the few history books he could find telling him of ancient worlds, governments that let people have a choice, even freedoms he'd never heard of. Sadly, one day, he found his books burnt. His home, his family, destroyed. A single day, when he'd been away, a fire started within the house he lived in. The cause was determined to be a cigarette that was carelessly discarded by Julius' mother or father... By one of his parents, neither of which had smoked a day in their life. The government did their best, which wasn't much, to support Julius in coping with the loss, ultimately losing him to underground organizations and criminal accomplices. Julius was still a hard worker, accomplishing everything he could, moving up in whatever way her could. He began to learn of connections in the government, learned of those connections being snuffed out, and learned of classified documents... One of which described, in detail, an inspection by the very person who had claimed that fire was caused by a cigarette; an important individual in the government, in some way. Nameless, ageless, unknown, but important. Julius put together a plan in a few weeks, and began to carry it out. Everything was in place, everything was ready... He was within an arm's reach, and everything went black... He awoke in a prison cell, with a wound on his head. At 26 years and 6 months of age, he was imprisoned, set to be executed. At 26 years and 9 months of age, he broke out of that prison and vanished from the world. At 39 years and 10 months of age, he resurfaced; a new face, a new mind, a new Julius. A new criminal. A powerful man with secrets. Caesar. [Examples of Past Crime] Conspiracy, Insurrection, Attempted Assassination, Prison Escape, Destruction of Public Property [Theme Song] The Stains of Time - Maniac Agenda Mix [Other] [PalPad?] [(Y)/N] [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Wed, 17/07/2024 22:22 (7 Months ago) |
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You turn the key twice to the left, and - CRRK! You've found a spare set of car keys. Not sure whose car. The key breaks and becomes useless... Proceeding to open another mystery box... [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Wed, 17/07/2024 22:05 (7 Months ago) |
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xxxxxAh, chaos; a roleplay aiming right for my heart! May I reserve a position please? [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sat, 13/07/2024 05:28 (7 Months ago) |
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xxxxxGuten Abend! Is there still a slot open I might be able to reserve? Any house will satisfy, though House Quetzal is preferred. If there isn't a slot there, I'd be happy to fulfill a role in any house you'd need. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sat, 13/07/2024 05:18 (7 Months ago) |
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xxxxxHah, well, that weekly post went poorly. Five months gone by, but I've finally opened my browser again. Time to check the same pages I used to, start the loop again; but this time, like a rebirth, I'll go about it differently. A new point of view. A new take. A new skill, even. New ideas, too. Nothing can stop the Flow of Ideas. It's eternal, and always shall be. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sun, 04/02/2024 06:00 (1 Year ago) |
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xxxxxSo... Not a wonderful week, this last one. Terrible to report, but relieving to share. Let's start most recently, and go from there. -I was forced into attending a small, exclusive country music concert that was put on by a famous man I'd never heard the name of. The room was too small, the acoustics were hellish, and the speakers were far too loud. The small room reeked of spirits and was stocked far too full with drunken adults. I was the only person under twenty that was there. -The school week was painfully slow, and neither classes nor play practice were at all enjoyable. I went from an intolerable class to an aggravating drama practice this past Friday in a matter of seconds. I also gave up on an idea for my senior project, but I've found potential in another idea. -I've just been feeling generally low. I've had to take a few leaves of absence from communities I'm usually very active in due to some minor mental strain, and the guests to those communities don't make it better. -I haven't been performing as well as usual, in terms of the games I play... It's only been this week, and it seems as though it's a mixture of the previous point and my... Less than incredible internet connection. xxxxxSo.. My week, summed up. I wish it had never happened. On this Saturday night, I've felt a little low; I keep spotting things that make me think of people, but when I go to check in on those people I find an unpleasant surprise; they've vanished, or they've manifested hate for me in some form... It's an odd feeling, in all honesty. Leaving for months, then returning to something you never even knew had happened. I don't even have the smile for a signature this week... Something small, that's all there'll be.. Cheers, Chaotica [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sun, 28/01/2024 05:26 (1 Year ago) |
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xxxxxSaturday again, hm? Time is flying, over here. I swear, I was just writing that last post a few hours ago... I guess it's just been rough, trying to settle into the new shcedule of Semester II of my senior year. It's gonna be hell this year, I can feel it. Well, this semester. Last semester wasn't so bad. I got the freedom that came with having a free period in the afternoons, I got to go home as soon as third period ended... I figured I'd have a similar scenario this year. But now, I've also got a free period for first period, not on the same day as the other free period I've got. That, let me tell you, was a total mistake. I'm struggling to figure out if I can sleep in or not half of my days, and the other half I'm usually late to class. Not like I'd want to go to my first period class. It's Probability and Statistics, an advanced math class. And it's full of the worst people in my school. Homophobes, racists, misogynists... And they hate school. Hate it. They only show up so that they can skip their later classes. They don't listen to the teacher, they don't respect her, or all the work she does to teach us. They mess around, play phone games, tell her off, cuss her out... All because they took one of the two available math classes. The other math class? Accounting, with a different teacher. Simple, extremely simple. The only reason any of those guys aren't taking it is because they can't figure out how a computer works... It's... Sad, honestly. They fried their brains with whatever they're buying off the highway, and now they're taking it out on that poor teacher... She didn't work for a Doctorate's degree for that long to be disrespected by high schoolers with no future... xxxxxHappier topic now, hey? I'm finally getting back into the roleplaying scene, after such a massive absence. Of course, I had to go to the first Hunger Games roleplay I spotted... And as luck would have it, it was one that involved supernatural abilities, a nice little callback to TGGAkane's Supernatural HG RP series. That was a fun time, when those ran. I could almost always count on clicking the forums and seeing one either active or starting. Another one I've signed up for, made by ~Fahrenheit~, is getting delayed, but we've all got hopes that it's starting pretty soon (Hey, Fahren, if you read this - I hope you're doing alright, and nothing's been too stressful). It's going to be a new sort of roleplay for me; a sort of slice-of-life, if that life you're slicing is a fashion model with a major personality flaw behind closed doors. I can't wait, it's gonna be really fun. I've seriously missed getting to write with the people here... On that note, a shameless plug before I sign this off... That's it for now; no deep-dive into the past this time, only some good news and some awful scenarios. Continuing Later, And Signed, Interna_Chaotica [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Wed, 24/01/2024 02:01 (1 Year ago) |
Wade MarwulfxxxxxFootsteps. Scuffing shoes, boot heels. Bodies, wandering in the streets, too reluctant to go, but having nothing better to do. There was no energy this day. For the first time in about a year, the entire district was listless... Lifeless... The sun warmed the streets and the faces that looked up at it, the hairs of different colors which the light brandished gentle, hopeful attention at.. Yet none felt that hope. None felt the eagerness that the cheery sun felt, none felt the joy that the close star greeted the cold side of the planet with. Not a single soul smiled, nor gave any hint of anything positive. All was dark, aside from the sun. The Reaping, the infamous meeting of the whole district, was slowly growing, getting larger and larger, each member of a family holding their breath already, desperate to hear any name but their own. Wade approached that ominous gathering with a confused, suddenly fogged mind. Six. His name was in the drawing a mere six times. He'd needed to bring no extra food to his household, as they'd all been so willing to cut back heavily on what they ate after that death; half a decade prior, and it still shook them to their cores. Wade shuddered as he stood before the stage, staring emptily at it. xxxxxIt was nearly as empty as he felt. That stage, bare and plain, with only a few things that stood out. A microphone. Two massive glass orbs. Several chairs behind all of those. Wade filed in slowly to his place among the other boys of his district. Masses of them all, lined up neat and orderly. Peacekeepers, all around them. In the center, leading up to the stage, an aisle, enforced by two lines of peacekeepers; they stood statue-like in the sun, their white uniforms pearly despite the dust that covered the entire district. Across that aisle, the girls of the district; many faces that Wade recognized. More that he didn't. They'd be called first. Then would be that chance. That tiny, horrifying chance. Six. Six out of... How many hundreds? Or even that many? Had any of these boys needed to take tesserae this season? Or the seasons before? How many boys had luckily turned 19 before the Reaping? How many had sadly turned 12? It was sickening, thinking about it all. Wade lifted his right hand, stared for a moment at the tiny wound left on his first finger. They'd taken his blood, just minutes ago. He didn't understand it. He didn't care. Six empty chairs. A microphone. Two glass bowls. District six. How ironic, Wade thought. Six times, and the sixth district. He hated that. He'd be the twelfth Tribute, if he was called. If those foul six times added up. Eleven other people, children, would be sentenced to potential death. And if not death, then guilt. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 02:46 (1 Year ago) |
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My apologies for being gone so long, and letting this die out; This will be an example post to guide the Captains through the process of the previously posted ship form The J.L.C. Valhalla Ship Appearance Armament: Heavy ram; a projection of the hull extended just above the waves, at the very front of the ship. Two total cannons, one at the bow and two at the stern; each with three barrels, firing a shell size of 127 mm at a rate of one shell every 15 seconds, per barrel. A dozen crew-operated machine-guns on port and starboard sides, firing 13 mm bullets at a rate of 100 bullets per minute - used only for close combat, due to low range. Eight total torpedo tubes, fixed in place; four facing directly forwards, four facing directly back, launching torpedoes of 288 inches in length and 21 inches in diameter - once fired, the torpedoes were entirely unguided, carrying a payload of 494 total explosive, plus any leftover fuel. Hull Color: Gunmetal Grey Hull Length: 116 Meters Beam: 13 Meters Figurehead, If Present: A Snarling Wolf Head, seeming to leap from the metal of the ship Command Style: Closed Wheelhouse Internal Information Crew Size: 62 - The Captain and First Officer, as well as various crew working weapons and ship operations. Cargo Space: Stable Floorspace - Appx. 1700 Sq. Meters across all decks Brig Space: 25 Living Accommodations: Well Statistics Maximum Speed: 34.5 knots - Appx. 39.7 MPH - Appx. 63.9 km/h Maximum Carry Weight: Appx. 900 tons Maximum Armor: Belt Armor - 280 mm, Appx. 11.02 in; Turret Armor - 320 mm, Appx. 12.60 in; Main Deck - 80-130 mm, Appx. 3.15 in - 5.12 in Minimum Armor: Wheelhouse, frontal half, made of tempered glass - minimum armor, less than 20 mm. Below the Belt Armor, towards the lowest point of the hull - ranging from 80 mm to 100 mm. Top deck, entirely unarmored, made of mahogany wood - extremely vulnerable to falling shells - No Protection. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Mon, 22/01/2024 19:25 (1 Year ago) |
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xxxxxA bit delayed, by two to three days, depending on the location of the reader. That's my bad, I lost track of time. Last week was midterms for the school, so my sense of everything was thrown violently off. That being said, I had a total of seven credits available to earn from passing those tests, and successfully earned seven credits this past semester. I expected a horrible failure in a few classes, considering I only had vague ideas of what I was reading, but I never got below an 80%, which is.. Splendid. That's a B average, for the American grading system I'm stuck in. Not much happened, aside from those midterms in the last week, so... Not very much to report on for the past week. However, there was a pretty fun event before today. It's been going on for a while, since I've been nearly obsessed with the Global Trade Station. I've actually been circulating my wealth, not sitting on it, so I've been gathering more materials, beasts, rare items... It's been great. I suppose that's it for now, since I've nothing more to report. Maybe next week, I'll go a bit further into the past. A couple years, maybe? Continuing Later, And Signed, Interna_Chaotica [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 22/01/2024 05:49 (1 Year ago) |
Wade MarwulfxxxxxThe Morning, a hateful time. There was no time worse than the morning. The morning was the time where the warmest of bedsheets were sacrificed for the chill of the morning air, a full night of the wood burning stove being perfectly unattended, the flames within having devoured the fuel fed to it hours before, and died out slowly. Without the fire to heat the space of the house, the air grew angry and chilled, the hateful feeling of the morning embodied. It was there that Wade found his groggy, rather aggressive awakening, interrupted by the desperate urge to simply lay down and close his eyes again. Alas, his sleep way rudely interrupted by the shock of cold air stunning his skin. He gasped and sat upright, his eyes flicking quickly open, flinching at the beam of sunlight warming his face.. Covering his eyes, the gladiator squinted at his room, then saw his warm blanket on the floor next to him, cast aside by a tiny, insignificant movement in a nap he didn't know he'd taken. Groggy still, only now covered in goosebumps from the cold, Wade swung his legs out of bed, caught his blanket and tossed in back onto his bed, and stood to stretch. After a few audible pops from joints and the odd vertebrae, the unknowing competitor-to-be took a few brief minutes to change out of loose shorts and into his common work apparel; loose-fitting jeans, colored a lovely faded green, and a long-sleeved shirt which he rolled up to uncover his pale forearms. Wade made his way out of his own room, a relatively small space, and into the main space of his home, shared with his parents only. They were both still asleep, but they'd be along shortly. Marwulf stopped by the front door, tugging on a pair of black boots and tightening them, tying them and standing.. He seized some "breakfast", a slice of wheat bread with butter smeared across it, and made his way out the door. In a few moments, he was headed back in the door, looking around the entire house, aside from the room of his parents, eventually leaving once again with a small slip of forged steel. One end was slammed into a vague, crude screwdriver, the other end into a similar wrench. The multi-tool was tucked into a pocket, and Wade was gone again, vanished out the door. xxxxxThe morning outside was fairly busy, though not busy in the typical sense. People shuffled, some dazed, others perfectly awake, towards a single goal. Of course, all knew it was the dawn that bore the Reaping, the haunting selection that terrorized every District at the same time, every year.. Wade was no stranger to it; he'd been selected once before, five years prior. His older brother had volunteered in his place, and died in the games to another victor from District 3. Wade had never forgiven himself. His parents had never forgiven District 3. Both parties were deeply disturbed by the loss, even those years later. Now, the event was a scar in Wade's mind. He recalled the day through a haze of fear every year, especially when the Reaping came to the Districts. The boom of the loudspeakers, his brother's hoarse voice nearly screaming, shoving Wade back.. The announcement of that death sent Wade into a deep hatred for himself. He became careless, self-destructive, obsessive.. That's when he first learned what his parents did, on the work of transportation, and he became obsessed with preparing himself to enter that same line of word... [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2024 19:42 (1 Year ago) |
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Mom, I just accidentally conquered a foreign planet again [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 18:17 (1 Year ago) |
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If I do, at some point, betray this disclaimer, please alert me to that through PalPad or PM and I will revise my words to make them clearer. Thank you. xxxxxWell.. As with many of my posts, I started by checking the box just above the post button; "Hide my signature for this post". That's a bit ironic, considering I just deleted all the content within my signature a matter of days ago. xxxxxI've been gone for several months at this point. Four or five, maybe even six. Why did I come back? I guess I felt the need to try and fix the project I'd started, Sea Beasts... So much for that, all the people interested have since unsubscribed from the forum and taken to avoiding it; after all, I bombarded the forum with different forms for a few people in particular, expecting such haste from them filling it out that I wanted to open the signups to public within a few days. Shame on me, for that. Old habits die hard, this isn't the school building I used to wander in, where people would help Fourth-Grade-Me until I could understand it all. xxxxxI'm not fully sure why I began to write this diary. I've got a personal information storage "Diary" with some so-so abilities that are just rewritten things I found under Creative Commons when I was younger. The ideas stayed for a while, and they popped up when I started to think about abilities; not a conscious effort to rewrite those Creative Commons ideas, but still what happened. It's not like I profited off of them, I just liked those topics so much that I took a liking to them, and wanted to become them briefly, even if just through text. xxxxxBack to the first try of the last paragraph, I'm not certain as to my own intentions. I suppose I'm just... Scattered. I've been on and off this site for nearly six years exactly at this point; maybe I just thought it was time to take my fingers to the keyboard again and write like I did when I was upset, back in Freshman year of high school. Just write my thoughts, the little ideas that pop up. But this time, I'm not upset. I'm not even agitated. Well, I've got a bit of a headache from caffeine withdrawals and, most likely, dehydration, but I don't feel anything against that. It's just a natural process, no? I keep glancing at my phone, checking for notifications, but it's just games and YouTube alerts, nobody is sending a message my way. Not like I'd respond; I'm already writing something. xxxxxMaybe I should address the title of this before I end this initial introduction.. "Losing Oneself." I do believe I'm lost. Some of the old friends I had here seem distant, maybe even spiteful. I close my eyes, and I see a little scene. Once, a little beast, assuming itself popular and well-loved from the few friends it gathered. Of course, it could never run for the Mayor of the Town; there wasn't enough support for it, for that. Why not get more support? Go hunt down a terrifying mercenary or monster, something that frightens the town. But then encounter it, and lose an eye. Stumble back to the town, but find that nobody wishes to be near that little beast now. It's hideous now, with that missing eye. Scare it into the woods, up a tree. That's where it belongs, where it can watch, but never partake, for fear of making another mistake. xxxxx"A Recollection of the Recent Times Gone By." On the day of this post, it's been five years years and three-hundred sixty-two days since I made this account. But, counting the odd leap year dropped in the center of that, it's been five years and three-hundred-sixty-three days since I made this account. Of course, on the day of this post, January Thirteenth. Where did the months go? Well, let me check.. They went into a bad relationship, a good relationship, they went to the Emergency Room and into a social life filled with backstabbers. Six years? They went into middle school, surprisingly. The only thing I have left of that place... Thankfully. It's hard for the peers of a middle schooler to appreciate any sort of writing... Aside from certain genres of fiction books, save for the rare case of a middle school genius, who devours every piece of literature in the school library. Six years ago, I hated writing with a burning passion. I always pressed too hard with my pencil, and gave myself lasting pains in the right hand. I blamed the notebook and the graphite in my pencil for it, not knowing that it was simply a flaw in my mind; I couldn't control the pressure I used. In the seventh grade, I first sat down in front of a blank word document and put my hands to the keyboard. I was disturbed, back then, and decided to write a gory tale of a gladiator, whose hand had been sliced away and replaced with a sickle. It wasn't my proudest moment, as a writer, but it started something I never expected. And six years later, I think about that moment. It didn't take long for me to find the forum here, and make my first mistake... xxxxxI've taken a bit to look back through my old gift log... I got to see old friends, people that have left the site... People that are planning to leave.. My very first plushie was from Zarkesh. It was a Weedle, I'm not fully sure what happened to earn me that bug, but it's an ancient little memory... Farewell, Zarkesh, when you do go. You've changed so many lives here. Continuing Later, And Signed By My Old, Deceased Names, Interna_Chaotica Gilded_Empress The_Blackguard_Empire Goat~Mum Dafitfish5 May you, who identified me in the past, rest easy; you set the stage for this whole thing. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 12/01/2024 01:12 (1 Year ago) |
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Note; I've edited my form, District 6 now- I did my best to check for another District 6 male and didn't notice any, but.. I may still be blind. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 10/01/2024 21:31 (1 Year ago) |
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Age: 17 Gender: Male District: District 6, Transportation Power: "The Gladiator"  Show
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An ability that allows the user to
enter a state of supreme speed and agility, if only for twenty
seconds or so. The ability also lends the user immediate, though
temporary, knowledge of whatever weapon or tool they’re holding,
making for a very lethal opponent when faced in battle. However,
with the lethality of the ability, it comes at a brutal and
dangerous cost: Stamina and energy use of the user is nearly
quadrupled, leading to much faster exhaustion and near-unavoidable
downtime. For example, if the user works up a light sweat with
Gladiator active, then they’ll be soaked with sweat when it wears
off. If they find themselves trembling at the joints with the
ability active, they’ll find their lunch coming up when it wears
off. And if they throw out their lunch with the ability, the chance
they’ll enter an exhaustion-caused coma arises; in games such as
these, where power is dangerous to both oneself and one's enemies,
a coma induced by exhaustion can be lethal. Also dangerous, though,
is knowledge. The ability can, if used with the same weapon or tool
enough, leave permanent knowledge of the uses of the item in the
user's mind, a sort of delayed emergency learning for tense
situations. Though, the ability cannot be used consecutively,
making these bursts of power and learning few, and far
between.
Strengths: Wade is a skilled and efficient inspector and observer, a skill gained from years of working alongside others in District 6 and inspecting the work of those individuals, though quite unofficially; Wade had always been an observant young boy, but he always had the feeling he would be killed if he did so much as touch parts of the products produced by District 6. Nonetheless, he was fascinated by the little pieces that went into the transportation for the Capitol which his own neighbors made. He learned to see as they did, spying the smallest flaws in the largest work, though always being too timid to bring it up... After all, an officially employed inspector would see it further down the line. The skill, though, developed and grew into a keen, terrifying sort of vision that could spy the tiniest flaws in anything; a painting, a building, a railway car, a weapon... The people around him.. As Wade grew, he realized another talent developing. He could find a way to make nearly anyone speak with him, and at least pretend they enjoyed it. He didn't realize, but the real term was charisma. Wade was becoming charismatic. He thought it was strange, how he could strike up a conversation with anyone that caught his eye, but then found it useful. He spoke with the highest ranks he could find among his working fellows, spoke with people with something he wanted... He secured not only excellent friends and powerful associates, but a good job as well, working alongside the neighbors which he'd watching years ago, working tirelessly to create more to move people to and from the Capitol. Weaknesses: Wade's body is, admittedly, extremely reliant on his unique ability. While there are abilities that enhance a person's physical status, none seemed to influence their mind. Wade's taught him everything, as long as he could get a hand on what he wanted to learn. If he repeated the use of the ability, he could sometimes retain information that Gladiator would teach him. At first, he thought nothing of it, until he first mastered the tools which he worked with. He became unimaginably efficient, true, but he felt something missing... So much reliance on the ability had crippled his ability to learn naturally how any tool was best used. In addition, he had learned to use the ability to grant himself a burst of speed or strength, often both. Though, as he came to find out, that reliance also began to cost him dearly; his body, without the ability, began to grow more voracious, as did his metabolism. To keep up with his ability, he needed to begin eating more, almost doubling his required portions in a few short months after turning 17. His physical body, though strong, was far too lean to be any threat to an unwanted opponent; he wouldn't risk letting it atrophy and leave him merely skin and bones. The District 6 Gladiator, while being durable, tough, and well capable of running for miles, was admittedly.. Not immensely strong without the use of his ability. He always trained himself to be able to power through exhaustion for the sake of his ability, not caring to think about how vulnerable he was when it wore off and left him exhausted and without any decent form of self-defense, save for the empty lie of a threat of activating it again. Yes, while Wade could run for as long as he liked, he could not find a way to protect himself using brawn; for, due to his shortsightedness, he had no brawn. Appearance: Wade stands relatively lower than many, at five feet and eight inches precisely, or about 173 centimeters. He wears long, blonde hair in a ponytail that hangs only to the base of his neck, if a few inches further. His eyes bear a soft, green-blue iris, the color seeming to change from blue to green in different levels of light. His shoulders are not wide, but rather average; nothing special, nor is his build. He is thin, with small dips beneath his ribs, where his accelerated metabolism has taken toll. His legs are built to run, with powerful muscles from hip to ankle keeping him steady and upright at all times. Often, he wears a shorter-sleeved garment and tough, rip-resistant trousers. Other: Wade is terribly proud of his family name; He claims to bear it from an ancient language, and translates it as "Famous Wolf". [Read more] |