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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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Ok, some of you may or may not know that I fancy myself a bit of a writer.
I'm trying to at least. I have run into a major snag with the fantasy series that I am working on however. Geography. I know, weird thing to get hung up on but it's true. I've got a general idea of what I want but the problem is placement of mountains, forests, swamps, towns, cities, villages, hamlets and so on and so forth. The way I've currently got things set up the massive war that I want to have happen would be impossible, the geography makes it so that neither side could sucessfully fight, much less win this war. What I need is a mag generator. I've seen name generators and all kinds of other things and have used some of them but I need a good map that I can use for my book and fill in towns and such myself as I go, best way to do it I think but I haven't been able to find anything. Anybody got any ideas or anything that could help? |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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Character sheet:
Name: Aszu Firu Age: 27 Appearance: 5' 4'' 130lbs. A gymnast and fighter, athletically built she's got plenty of muscle but still all the soft curves she needs to be the wet dreams of many a passing man. Red hair to mid back, green eyes and nicely tanned skin. Black Leather pants, white T-Shirt, Motorcycle jacket and gloves. Old Job/New Job: Martial Arts Instructor, Gymnast. All around Bad Girl./ Scavenger and Defense. Nature: Athletic, Chaotic, Destructive History: Born in L.A. April 16th 1980 at 11:45 p.m, abandoned in garbage dumpster by drug dealer father on April 17th 1980 and 12:01 a.m. No friends growing up, no family, no reason to care. Rarely close to anyone, even the social worker that eventually raised her. She ran away from home as soon as she was old enough to defend herself on the street and settled in Chicago at the age of 20. Spent 6 years and 9 months teaching martial arts and living from day to day. Then Shadow Fall. Now she wanders from place to place and has just arrived in New York. (Last edited by Pockets on 07-24-07 01:53 AM) |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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Name: Daren Clarke
Age: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: 5' 10'', brown hair worn at mid back length, usually in a braid. Light colored skin and hazel eyes. Slim build but defenite muscle defenition so he frequents a gym periodically but not obssesively. History: His parents died when he was two and he has no memory of them. He was one of the lucky ones that go through the public system and was eventually placed with a good family. Honest foster parents, a foster sister that was three years older than him. Working hard he excelled in school and developed a passionate love for reading which he eventually turned into a business license and he opened his own bar at the age of 25. The Green Dragon bar was an all around solid establishment. There was a spacious if simple living area upstairs where Daren resided and the downstairs sported several pool tables, a well stocked liqour section and several different beers to match the tastes of his customers. Overall there is very little that is remarkable about Daren. He's single, honest, works hard in his bar and has few friends or much of a social life. He still loves to read and frequently plays games of trivia with some of his regulars. Occupation: Owner and Operator of the Green Dragon Bar. Residence: Apartment located above the bar that he owns. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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What? Wolves ARE cool. But that's not the only reason I like them.
They're proud, noble, strong and loving. Any pup in a pack can walk up to any adult and that adult will play with, care for, or feed the pup if it's hungry. There is a defenite hierarchy within the pack. Alpha Male and Female, Beta Male, and the Omega. They're protective of their own. They work together and are much smarter than your average dog. They're proud of their own strength and rightly so. A single, wounded male brought down a Bull Moose that outwieghed him by over 400 lbs in a fight that lasted hours in order to feed his pack. He was the alpha male of the Arrow River pack I believe in Yosemite National Park. Wolves are an animal that I have an infinite amount of respect for and a great deal of appreciation. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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I have not necklace. My character is a hard core hot as hell biker chick.
I like this game. Katana and Sajin need to hurry up and join. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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I was wondering the same thing. That poor squirell must have had the worst hang
over in the morning. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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YES!! START!!
So say's the kender. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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I'd learn to surf. I'd go rock climbing, camp out, spend time with my friends and
my girlfriend. Make love as often as possible and mke sure she knew exactly how much I loved her and not to be too sad when I'm gone. I would live, before I died. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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I don't think I eat anything good at all, and I'm 130lbs.
My job is manually intensive at times but there are also long periods of sitting around reading a book because I have no customers in the store. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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I have two cat's. One is dumber than a box of rocks but he's cute so he gets
away with it. The other is psychotic and violent but she's.... well she's psychotic and violent so she get's away with it. And as Makura said I also have Winrey. She's about 4 1/2 feet long, Ball Python. Really beautiful snake and I'm going to go get her out of her cage now to handle her if she'll let me, it has been a while. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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She'd had a bad feeling all day. She hated when she got a bad feeling. Bad feelings
usually meant trouble. Aszu was just approaching the city of New York when she heard the sirens go off. Bringing the big bike to a halt she looked around, flipping up the visor on the full covering helmet that she wore. End of the world or not she would still wear her helmet when riding. Looking around she heard the call to take shelter and sector 6 being under attack. As people began to run and some cars took off she flipped down the visor, gunned the engine and peeled out, leaving a twenty foot tire mark on the ground as she sped off in the direction of the military looking guys, hoping they were heading for sector 6. She pulled up at the blockade and screeched to a halt. Dropping the kick stand she leaped off the bike and tossed her helmet aside. Running up to the nearest security person she grabbed onto Aiden's arm. "Hey, I can fight, what's going on here?" she asked, green eyes flashing, red hair in flyaway disarray about her head. (If I'm not allowed to have a bike or you don't wish me to be here let me know and I'll edit my post, I sent you a message but I wanted to get my post in so here it is.) |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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There is a loud rumbling sound and a tank suddenly ploughs through one of the
walls of the room, a small figure manning the controls and laughing maniacally as it fires the gun turett at random targets. (ie. The walls, floor, windows, chairs, tables, light fixtures etc, etc,) Then the engine reves and it peals out tearing through another wall. As it leaves a sign on the back becomes visible. "FILLER KENDER COMING THROUGH* |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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I want to start going to the Gym again. I had a membership at Bally's but they
are fucktards and tried to screw me over so I told them where they could shove it. Makura was there, she can attest to the fact that I was pissed at them. I think I'll go with 24 hour fitness if and when I join another gym. They've got one not too far from my house and I can go at any time. I like that feature. I dislike that they don't have a pool at that one though. Jacuzzi and Sauna yes, but no pool. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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*has keys in the ignition engine running*
Let's go, let's go, let's go let's go, I'm ready to get this show on the ROAD!!! 0_0 I'm in an odd mood, don't mind me. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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Aszu looked around wildly, making sure all the civilians in the immediate vicinity
had made it to shelter before turning her attentions back to the approaching demons. "I really don't like those things," she muttered to herself. She rushed forward, unzipping and throwing off the tight fitting leather jacket to free up her arms range of movement. Ducking next to the bumper of a car she settled into a low crouch, body tensing as she waited for the demons to stream by her. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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Aszu ignored most of the commotion around her, leaping about and lashing at the
demons whenever she could with foot or fist. She stopped, goggle eyed, when Church picked up the squad car and threw it but then a feral grin split her face and she rushed forwards to stand near him, tripping and hurting demons as she went. After Arc spoke she pondered quietly to herself, never taking her mind too far from the fight, and the dance. "Watchers? What's he talking about?" she muttered. "Um... go where?" she shouted to Aiden as Arc made his last, obscure announcement. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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my character is not moving because she is a fighter. I have read all the posts,
I however am not running with the civilians. Also demons ARE in the vicinity of the city because some came across the bridge before it was destroyed unless I misunderstood that post. Either way I was trying to DO something as so far nothing has happened that my character can really interact with considering her back story and personality. Just trying to get from the beginnings to the RP'ing. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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Daren opens his eyes. No alarm, no external noise woke him, he just... woke up.
At 7:00 in the morning on the dot every morning he would wake. He groaned and dragged himself out of bed and towards the bathroom, body aching and a bone deep weariness attempting to drag him back to his bed but, once awake, he would remain awake until bed time. At 2:00 a.m. Running a bar had it's perks, but it was also difficult and tiring. "I really need to think about hiring some help," he muttered as he turned on the shower. He cleaned himself quickly, shaved and trimmed his goatee then tied his waist length brown hair back into a tight, but simple, braid. Heading downstairs he ate a quick breakfast, started up the kitchen, turned on the jukebox and put in a few choice songs before he opened the door at 9:00 and turned the "OPEN" sign around. As he walked back to sit behind the bar the strains of Disturbed started playing and he sang along to the song. "If this disturbs you then walk away, you will remember the night you were struck by the sight of, 10,000 fist in the air!" He picked up a book on Rennaisance Artists and began reading. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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I have posted in the RP Mistress GM. What shall we do now?
*bows* |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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I have tried those new monsters. Uber tastyness goin' on there. |
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