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Posted: Thu, 14/10/2021 23:22 (3 Years ago)

Tempest, or the player that was now Tempest, had always been curious about a few things in Terraria... The first: what did the two sides of the world that you couldn't see look like? At this point, Tempest turned, gasping at the mountains and enormous trees behind him. This was... The "back" screen? So then... Tempest turned again, the fox blinking at what he saw at the "front" side of Terraria: a sheer cliff, down into darkness. He could see molten rock pouring down from the underworld, so far below him. Like any logical being, the fox jumped straight in. He felt his stomach lurch as he fell, suddenly regretting the entire meal he'd had before being sucked into the game. The "Well Fed" buff came to his mind, something that increased all of his stats, minorly and temporarily. Swallowing the urge to vomit, Tempest looked down. He could see the lava in the underworld approaching quickly, and reached for his Rod of Discord, blinking away the drowsiness that came with traveling at such high speeds. Swinging the bright red tool, Tempest felt all his kinetic energy vanish, leaving him to heave and huff on the ground. Speaking of the ground... Looking up, the fires of the underworld were clearly visible, lava pouring down from massive lakes. Around him.. Was nothing. Purely nothing. Well, aside from one thing: a single door, decorated and grey. Stepping cautiously towards it, Tempest opened the stone door and peeked inside, gasping. It was.. A whole new place, maybe even a secret game..? Stepping in and feeding his curiosity, Tempest looked around. A small sound escaped his throat, the fox blinking nervously.

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Posted: Tue, 12/10/2021 22:25 (3 Years ago)

Tempest had yelped when the message appeared, his first instinct being to leap backwards away from it. Flapping the wings on his back with some unknown instinct, the fox lowered himself to the ground, which he had jumped quite far away from; easily his own height and then some. Observing the message carefully, he reached to grab the hilt of his sword, wary of the mysterious thing. None of it made any real sense, each word as confusing as the last. Rogue NPCs? What sort of trick was that? Terraria had all sorts of NPCs, from townsfolk to enemies. They all acted so different, so how could somebody tell if one had gone rogue?

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Posted: Sat, 09/10/2021 16:44 (3 Years ago)

A normal day would start with a player logging on to their favorite game and playing a bit. That was how it had gone, up to a point. But a normal day does not include the player being sucked into the game and becoming the character on screen. Tempest, the fox. Wearing armor made of some incredibly strong material and holding a terrifying weapon. The fox identified the armor as Astral armor from.. The Calamity mod..? The weapon was from the same mod, and it was a mouthful to say: "Tyrant Yharim's Ultisword." What an interesting name... A staff was hanging from the fox's side. It was called the "Godspawn Helix Staff." On Tempest's back were a pair of wings colored similarly to the armor, called "Hadarian Wings." A small frame appeared before the fox, who blinked and stumbled back before looking at it. It read:

Quote from TModLoaderMods Installed:
Calamity Mod (No Calamity Music) v1.4.5.7
Calamity Mod Music v1.4.5.3
Mod of Redemption (No Music) v0.7.9.62
Mod of Redemption: Music Pack v0.7.9.62
MrPlague's Authentic Races v1.13.5
StarJosh's Races v1.0.7

The only thing that the fox saw that wasn't from some kind of mod was a "Rod of Discord." It was a colorful item, though it didn't seem to be a weapon... Taking the object in hand, Tempest swung it once, stumbling as he appeared somewhere else, red sparkles falling to the ground around him. The Rod of Discord seemed to teleport him...

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Posted: Sat, 09/10/2021 01:17 (3 Years ago)

Username: VanishingPanzer
Name: Tempest
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tempest is what seems to be a perfectly bipedal red fox, with a long jacket with cut sleeves set over a tank-top. He wears simple loose exercise pants and boots, as well as a cloth band over one bicep.
Game you start in: TModLoader (Modded Terraria)
Other: Though the fox race has decreased health, it also has increased agility (max speed, acceleration rate, jump height), and a major bonus to health regen, as well as resistance to fall damage.

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Posted: Sat, 02/10/2021 18:13 (3 Years ago)

Name: Feelay
Relationship Type: None
Type of Creature/Cat/Hybrid: Common Raven
Appearance: As with any raven, Feelay is a night-black bird with beady eyes and a long beak.
Gender: Male
Age: 8 years
Wearing/Accessories: Feelay has a small metal band on his left leg
Skills/abilities: Feelay is skilled in speech and flight, though he also has a knack for finding (and hoarding) shiny objects.
Theme Song: Drivin' My Life Away
Bio/Other: Feelay was originally a domesticated bird, and learned to speak in both human and feline tongues (yes, ravens can be taught to speak). However, after a few disturbing events in the family with which he stayed, Feelay took the chance to escape from the area, his leg band the only thing now that reminds him of his past.

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Posted: Tue, 21/09/2021 03:58 (3 Years ago)

The heavy, dewy air of the area around Elam brought the small hominid to a staggering halt, the scent of burning garbage and cigarette smoke can making his nose wrinkle. This was just another path to take, to add to the endlessly growing map of the mind of Elam. Exactly seven miles and two-thousand eight-hundred seventy-three feet from the sidewalk in front of the house where Elam lived. It was only a revolting alleyway, the bricks decorated in mold and mildew, the elegantly choking odour filling the lungs of any who dared try to cross through. A pair of rugged, hideous men stared at Elam for long, silent, puffing seconds, before they started to laugh. "Say, boy, you look well enough off. Care to help a poor man out? I've been feelin' down lately, see, and-" Elam held up his hand suddenly, a symbol only interpreted as 'stop.'

There, the second smoker chimed in. "Ever heard of respecting your elders, kid? Don't think you're high and mighty just 'cuz you look rich." Elam closed his eyes and sighed, his boyish face twisting in annoyance. A boyish voice, also twisted in aggravated agony, soon chimed through the alleyway. "If you poor souls want my wallet, I'm sure there's something I can do for your situation. However, one of you seems to have different intentions in mind, therefore I'll have to deny you the right to speak." The two stared for a moment, dumbfounded by the two sentences given by so small a figure. The first man went to stand, he voice unintelligible and growling in rage. Though, as he stood, he was met with the barrel of a firearm, evidently chambered in something very large, and very loud.

It was an iconic gun, likely recognizable to even the least educated people. A classic Desert Eagle, colored grey and fully loaded, polished to perfection. Elam had yet to ever fire this weapon, doing his best to keep the safety on. He knew for a fact that it was louder than most other weapons, the chamber holding a queue of .50 Action Express bullets, each one boasting the title of the most powerful bullet in commission for any handgun. The seemingly enraged man before him, if course, didn't realize Elam had stashed such a weapon beneath his flannel shirt. He also didn't seem to recognize the danger the bullets posed to his hearing. .50 AE loaded in a Desert Eagle was one of the loudest conceivable bullets in modern operation. The man went to snarl an insult at Elam, though was quickly drowned out by the sounds of two bullets flying skyward, heaven-bound with a duty to deafen.

As the two in the dreary and dank alleyway recovered from their temporary tinnitus, Elam moved hastily along. The two discharged shells could likely have been heard from across the entire city.

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Posted: Sun, 19/09/2021 23:28 (3 Years ago)

CW: Potentially Disturbing Images, Mention Of Firearm

I remember the Argonne, 1918... The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day... Machine gun fire from enemy lines... The sickening sound of a bayonet tearing through human flesh... The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation... All these sounds still echo in my mind, and as conducted by Death himself, it all comes together as music. A rhythm of death. A symphony... Of war...

The sudden dream jolted a small creature awake, the being panting heavily and covered in a chilling sweat. It wore no blankets while it slept, only a tight set of cloth garments that now hugged ever tighter to the clammy feeling wrapping around Elam. He clawed momentarily at his throat, having panicked in his sleep and started to choke on his glottis, his lungs empty and void of the air that was so plentiful. It suddenly occurred to Elam that he'd caused somebody else one of the same fates, disallowing them to sustain their needy internals on the nourishing oxygen and nitrogen. Of course, that was.... When was that? How many years had passed without Elam realizing he'd done that? Elam stood quickly, shaking the thoughts from his head. He wore shorts and a tank top, both soaked in the chilling liquid that so constantly leaked from his pores while he slept. That would be his first order of business: changing. His well muscled legs carried the immortal quickly to his version of a wardrobe, sitting as one of two furnishing items in a small room, all three of which sat in a massive, no, enormous house.

As Elam changed, images started to fill his mind, These were what kept him so quiet during the day, the images of all the men and women and even children he had been ordered to kill. To think he hadn't given it a fluttering eye's worth of thought was vaguely horrifying. In the back of his wardrobe, Elam spotted the last weapon he'd ever used, unloaded and unbolted, though still shining in polished glory. It was a WWII Mosin-Nagant with a 6x scope, able to fire over five-hundred meters. It was a weapon purely to inflict terror, the Russian rifle chambered in 7.62×54mmR, a casing known for its rapid spin rate- and therefore its ability to pierce light armor and fire longer bullets, heavier bullets, bullets with higher sectional density. That made it both a versatile and disgustingly powerful casing. Elam stood for a long moment, staring at the rifle, before a knock on the door from downstairs shook him back into the present day, tearing his mind away from the images of the aftermath of the Mosin-Nagant.

Slamming the small cabinet closed out of a fearful habit of needing to keep the Russian gun hidden, Elam started to make his way down a single flight of shallow stairs, buttoning a flannel shirt over his chest and zipping the jeans he'd chosen. As he passed the kitchen table, he grabbed a chair and a bowie knife he always left there, setting the chair by the door so he could look through the peephole. Nobody was there. Setting the chair aside, Elam opened the door carefully, sighing in relief as he watched a UPS truck slowly motor away, picking up the package left for him with one hand. Stepping inside, he locked the door behind him and set the package on the table next to his knife, then proceeded to step away and grab a gas mask off of a pedestal. He went under the cover of the son of a historian and relic collector, though he had no such parents to speak of. Putting the gas mask on and tightening it, Elam slit the box open and peered in through the lenses of the mask. It was an empty box. Not even a toxin to speak of. Elam knew gasses wouldn't kill him, but they still hurt.

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Posted: Fri, 17/09/2021 05:04 (3 Years ago)

Name: Thoh (Pronounced "T-o-h")
Type of Creature/Cat/Hybrid: Cat
Clan: Rogue
Appearance: Thoh is a very large grey tom cat with very discolored eyes; one is a mellow green while the other is a vibrant orange. Darker grey fur decorates this tom with a tiger stripe pattern that spreads across his entire body, including his legs and paws. Several scars are visible, however the most prominent are matching claw scars over his eyes, though the eyes themselves are entirely unharmed.
Gender: Male
Age: Thoh seems to be no older than a warrior who has trained an apprentice.
Wearing/Accessories: Vine wraps around the front ankles.
Skills/abilities: Thoh is a very skilled fighter and takes charge of situations easily and efficiently, and has honed his hunting skills to perfection.
Theme Song: Unstoppable - The Score
Bio/Other: Thoh speaks fondly of a past clan, and seems to have experience in being either a leader or deputy.

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Posted: Thu, 16/09/2021 21:09 (3 Years ago)

Name: Elam, "The Distant Destroyer"
Gender: Male
Appearance: Elam stands at about 5'7," a fair height for his looks of age. On that same note, Elam appears to be no older than twelve, his eyes the only thing that could truly give away his true age of many centuries. Where his skin is soft and young, and his nose is small and rather fair, his eyes seem distracted and permanently troubled. The blue eyes in question sit under a long assortment blonde hair, which seems either very bright or terribly dark, depending on the light. He appears German in race, the blond hair and blue eyes fitting to the stereotype.
Personality: Elam is very quiet and distracted, his eyes often going out of focus when others are speaking. Originating from Germany, Elam is surprisingly warm, turning against the stereotypes. However, he does seem very direct and unfeeling, likely due to the experiments and confinement, as well as the assassinations he was trained for.
Backstory: Elam has a very steady hand, as he learned very soon in his lifespan. That helped him not only to draw maps, but also to use long ranged weapons, when they came about. From there, he started to make a name for himself, both positive and negative. A mapmaker, a ranger, and a youth. He challenged many to shooting contests, often makings his target quite a bit farther away than his opponent's. He also seemed to be a trickster, occasionally making his maps incorrect in some small way, just to try and mess up who ever was using the map. Of course, that was only sometimes. he was named "The Distant Killer" at first, being able to fire a weapon at anything that seemed to need being shot. As technology advanced, however, Elam did not. The musket was, in his opinion, too short-ranged and inaccurate. That lead to him using a bow and arrow until further advancements in technology changed his preference to firearms.
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Posted: Mon, 13/09/2021 04:03 (3 Years ago)

The commotion had, obviously, not gone unnoticed. In fact, since the very catalyst that began the tussle had leapt into the sky like a burning rocket, a specific pair of mismatched pals had instantly stopped eating, swallowing their chewed food and dropping whatever else they had. Standing up as the situation escalated, Valleri now carefully approached the enraged duo, her small stature doing nothing to help her cause. "You two... Let's be a little humane now... It's the first day here, we're all stressed and excited, I know we're all going through a new experience, so let's just calm down now..." Her voice was terribly quiet in the ruckus, a wavering and sweet tone that seemed to radiate 'peacekeeper.' She walked forward very slowly, as if approaching a trapped animal, minding her step so as not to pierce her fragile feet on a stray sharp object, such as a butter knife or fork. Her hands were out to the sides in a fashion only comparable to, once more, approaching a trapped or frightened animal. Speaking of frightened animals...

Raye had courageously stayed behind, crawling inside Valleri's bag and hiding from the terrifying display. He may have been a large and hefty raccoon, but the albino was all for running away.

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Posted: Sat, 11/09/2021 23:13 (3 Years ago)

OPENING KUVALIS_FILE.EXE>
Name> Kuvalis Spring
Age> 17
Gender> Male
Appearance> The Subject Stands At A Relatively Short Height, Only Five Feet, Four And A Half Inches. Their Eyes, Previously Bright Green, Are Now Faded To A Soft Tea Green. Black Hair Sits On A Round Face, Often Covering The Faded Eyes. Wide Shoulders Give The Illusion Of Strength, Though The Most Body Mass Of Kuvalis Is Underlying Muscle, Therefore Adding An Illusion Of Being Underweight.
Personality> Kuvalis Seems To Lack The Basic Understanding Of Emotions At This Point In Time, However They Are Both Curious And Nervous; Being Mostly Without Sight Has Made Him Cautious, Though Still Bold In Several Ways. The Subject Only Speaks In A Small Whisper, As If Afraid Of Being Heard By Anyone Else, Though It Is Likely Because He Does Not Want To Damage His Own Hearing.
Backstory> No Detailed Information Retrieved;
Power Prototype Used> Hearing;
Digit Code> H-589266;
Password> fourty-seven;
Other Information> Subject Seems To Be Extremely Unstable Emotionally, Does Not Give Into Anger Easily Though;

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Posted: Tue, 07/09/2021 22:12 (3 Years ago)

While some were leaving the Lunch Hall, others were still filing in. That included Valleri, a small presence at her back sniffing and placing his paws on her head. "Raye, for goodness sake, settle down. I can smell food as well, and we had breakfast a while ago. Just be patient. Alright?" Raye's scrambling and snuffling slowed and halted, the heavy animal jerking Valleri's backpack down as he fall back in. "Good boy." There was a definite humph of reluctant acceptance, though the raccoon made no more attempts to climb on top of Valleri. Marching towards what seemed to be a sample of the academy's menu for the year.

As expected, Valleri was not at all disappointed. The food was scrumptious at the first bite, and Raye seemed to enjoy it as well. The albino sat atop the table, grabbing small paw-fulls of the meal while his companion picked away at it with proper utensils. Of course, the scene didn't go unnoticed. Even without looking, Valleri could tell there were eyes on her and her chubby friend before her. There was no helping it, really. After all, it wasn't every day someone saw an albino raccoon eating from a short girl's plate. What was there to do?

Nothing, Valleri decided.

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Posted: Mon, 06/09/2021 13:58 (3 Years ago)

For Valleri Johnson, one thing was always constant: waking up after Raye. The albino raccoon was more diurnal than nocturnal, however he still woke up at the first light of the morning. He wasn't fat, per se, but he most surely was not thin. Yawning and stretching, Raye blinked the sleep from his eyes and stood, stumbling up the length of Valleri's bed to sit on her chest and try to wake her up. That event included poking, nudging, licking, pulling and grabbing to see what might make the albino's friend wake up that day.

Valleri, though, woke up rapidly, nearly vibrating with excitement when he glanced at the dayspread next to her bed. This odd calendar said it was- Oh! Valleri quickly leapt out of bed, incidentally throwing the blankets over Raye, and changed from her pajamas into a more public look: an anonymous long sleeve and sweat pants. Running into the front most room of her abode, she smelled breakfast already done and ready to eat. As usual, it was devoured by both raccoon and human. A school bag, fully packed by Valleri herself, sat near the door. It was scooped up and filled even more when a plump raccoon was set inside.

Of course, that was before the carriage ride.

Valleri had always done fairly well with motion, though she was also usually walking or jogging to her destinations. Her leg bounced as she rode along, unable to sit still until the wagon came to a stuttering halt. Standing up and dismounting, Valleri looked around with wide eyes. There were so many people! And of course, the half-zipped bag on her back started to rustle, a bright white snout poking out and sniffing the air furiously. Evidently, there were so many scents as well.

Continuing with her suddenly hesitant charge, Valleri jumped ever so slightly at the random yelps and cries, each sound sending her into a momentary panic before she realized what it was. "Don't know what I was expecting, Raye... But it certainly wasn't this many people..." Ducking past a large collection of chattering students, Valleri at last made it to the grand entrance of the academy. Turning around, she faced the crowd behind her in disbelief. She'd never seen so many people in one place!

Once more turning on her heel, the student continued inwards towards what she hoped would be a long and educational year.

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Posted: Sun, 05/09/2021 23:51 (3 Years ago)

Username: VanishingPanzer
Name: Valleri Johnson
Age: 16
Powers: ``Advanced Energy Absorption`` - This ability allows the holder to absorb even subtle amounts of energy, such as a voice, light, or lifeforce. Though the user's storage capacity is finite, the energy stored can be released by force of will, usually in a concentrated form of whatever energy was absorbed. A flash of light, a blast of sound, or if willing, a small amount of their own lifeforce to help revivify fallen comrades. Thought lifeforce does take time to replenish, the user can steal some from targets she makes physical contact with.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Valleri stands at exactly 5'0", a shorter individual with a very compact body. Her neck is medium-short, and her skin rather suntanned. Two crystal-blue eyes are set above a small nose and a quiet pair of pinkish lips. She usually wears a long-sleeved shirt and a comfortable-looking pair of exercise pants.
Pet: An albinism-stricken raccoon named Raye.
Password: [\|/]
PalPad Group: Yes please.

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