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FIRE IS THE ONLY SUBSTANCE THAT CAN SAVE US FROM THIS HORRIBLE CREATION LOTS OF FIRE
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THE FASTER IT IS DISPOSED OF THE FASTER WE CAN HEAL
cubbyhohohahahaha |
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You could've just ignored this, you know
The only person being "healed" is your screwed up head |
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Can you guys do something better in your lives then to worship a random user? |
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Gemlite CS:
Name: Jonathan McNamil
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has black hair that he spiked over to his left, along with dark, obsidian colored eyes that take up a lot of his face. He has a small nose, along with quite rosy cheeks and a strong jawline, with stubble covering it. He usually had a grin on his face, but lost it now.
He has a dark gray tee, along with a one strap backpack themed with gray and orange. It has tons of pouches, which carry whatever he can find off the street. He has dark black jeans, which keep stuff in the pockets of them that is too important for his backpack.
Accompanying his boot cut jeans, are light gray canvas sneakers he keeps on a lot of times. He keeps his trusty pocketknife within these, and almost never takes it out.
Location of the Gem: Right fist
Gem: Bright green, unidentifiable what it is. It is semi-transparent.
Powers: Able to emit a poisonous gas from his right fist due to the gem.
Weaknesses: Paranoia, and cowardly at times.
Bio: He grew up in a heavily religious family, his mom and dad working for the local church. He had no signs of anything going wrong.
When he was fourteen, his dad died in a car crash, which had happened to be highly unlikely, and gave him slight paranoia about cars.
He developed full blown paranoia when a thief visited his house at night and stole stuff from him.
When he gained this odd gem, and discovered it's weird power, he thought he was being possessed, then he thought he had been using witchcraft. He became extremely paranoid, but has gotten over it, and barely ever prays at all now due to all the stress he has, so he often forgets to now.
Items: Pocketknife, some matches, and brass knuckles.
Location: Hangs out around the Cove.
Other: no
i think people will bash me for this |
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'Ccepted
Pls do ur cses eng and pik
I'll do mine |
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i don't understand
it's a simple rock
NASA wouldn't get to know about it until it was in the Milky Way. |
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Actually tempted to try it out. But it's run by rock and he hates me. |
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Just because I hate the things you do doesn't mean I auto deny you
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Do you mind if I do a green lantern-ish character?
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(that's kinda unoriginal
so no until you can convince me) |
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I meant more about the constructs. He wouldn't have a ring. Y'know, whatever he imagines, he can create it. Of course he wouldn't be wearing a silly skintight suit. |
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(come up with something else and i'm fine with it) |
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Name: James Rickins
Age:27
Gender: M
Appearance: http://oyster.ignimgs.com/wordpress/stg.ign.com/2015/01/egerton.jpg
Location of home: The Interior, in a High Rise
Items: Phone, keys for car
Biography: James Rickins is one of Greenhirst's most "respectable" citizens. He grew into a rich family, and had a good education. When he was older, he bought a High Rise to make his home. He owns several restaurants in the city and a yacht. He's kinda sinking into financial trouble and likes to bike.
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(post yer cses or ill start) |
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(Rock, you just told the guy who flamed your idea to do exactly what you should have done to me. 😞)
Any way, I have an idea. Would a guy with powers over crystal work? Not other people's gems, but things like diamond and jewels. |
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(why do you have to be complicated fdssfd
Sure) |
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(We're starting tonight. Get your CSes in before tonight. Last call.) |
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(I'm not kidding guys, the moment I get in bed and hop on my phone this starts.
Get them cses in.)
"TAKE ME RICK MORANIS, I'M READY!" |
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CheetoGoJoin Date: 2013-09-25
Post Count: 848 |
Are you in your covers yet rockmax
It looks like it because...
I am the one who hides under your bed at night.
I hide in your closet.
I hide in your dreams.
I am.
Kyle. |
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(I don't have a closet.
My bed isn't on a frame.
And since it's a blistering desert at night I don't use blankets.)
"TAKE ME RICK MORANIS, I'M READY!" |
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Gemlite CS:
Name: Chaser Velvet
Age: 16/ 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: A dark haired 16 year old. It is difficult to tell where he comes from by looking at him. He has blue eyes. On his left shoulder, there are five smudged and faded tatoos. He has a normal right arm up until the elbow. His right arm is made out of bluish crystal, which regrows when destroyed. Normally he wears a black, button up t-shirt with a black, zipper jacket (His jacket is unzipped unless it gets cold.). He wears black jeans. If he's not wearing his jacket, he usually will wear black cloth to cover up his strange right arm.
Location of the Gem: On the back of his right hand.
Gem: Sapphire
Powers: Chaser Velvet can create crystal from his right arm, control crystal, and manipulate crystal in the earth. His right arm regrows if it is destroyed, however, this process is painful. He can energize his right arm, making it very hot. This is good for cooking stuff on his hand, like noodles. Because why not?
Weaknesses: Chaser is weakest when his arm his destroyed, which is difficult. He hates the rain, and is afraid of thunder. His central body is also vulnerable.
Bio: Chaser Velvet is a confused person. Very confused. He doesn't remember who he was before he woke up, but he knows that it was important. When he woke up, he was on the side of a road, and he was almost bleeding out. His lower right arm was gone. Luckily he was found by a group of construction workers and brought to the hospital before he died, or else he would have bled out.
After his recovery, he started working at a family owned restaurant in town. (He found that he was a decent cook) Later, he came in contact with the meteor. His right arm began to regrow from his elbow, and was made out of crystal. This process was agonizing, and he was stuck in the hospital a bunch of days. He was able to get out before any crystal had been visible, and his right arm regrew after two months in the guest room at the restaurant owner's home, which was above the restaurant.
Items: A green, little bit stained baseball cap. He doesn't know why he has this, but he remember's a girl telling him that it was her "good luck charm".
Location: The restaurant, called "Mia's Diner". Note: Mia is the owner, and her nickname is Mama Mia
Other: He hates any sort of sauce on his food, period. |
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accepted
everyone has an hour before we start
"TAKE ME RICK MORANIS, I'M READY!" |
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