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Once OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Mon, 01/03/2021 12:39 (4 Years ago) |
 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Mon, 01/03/2021 07:21 (4 Years ago) |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Sun, 28/02/2021 14:34 (4 Years ago) |
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Username: -Fog Character you want drawn: Adachi please. If you need any details feel free to palpad. Type: Shaded fullbody Password: Uhh.. Fudge. Other: In case I order again, can you draw birds? [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 25/02/2021 16:43 (4 Years ago) |
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So, 7. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Wed, 24/02/2021 15:54 (4 Years ago) |
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Tiana hadn't meant to be late. In fact, Tiana often preferred to be early, seeing tardiness as a sin of sorts. If one accepted an invitation, one should arrive in good time, should they not? Tiana pondered this for a second. No; she was never invited. Not specifically. Her presence was more demanded than anything. Her eyes dared to leave the floor momentarily, seeing another young lady enter the impressive, aged building. She couldn't be outrageously late if others were still arriving, she reckoned - though an apology for her poor timing would be needed. The doors swung open, light from outside silhouetting her petite frame and allowing her a sense of power, for in that instant nobody knew her identity, yet she could gaze upon their faces and recognise most of them, inspect them until she knew every detail fo their haunted lives. Her moment of joy didn't last long, though, as she dramatically swept into the room, her eyes now nowhere but firmly ahead of her. They couldn't help but be dragged to the chandelier, however. The chalk outline of her friend's body; the once mesmerising glass now shattered across the floor. She noticeably froze as her eyes lingered there, allowing her thoughts to run free for a moment. I couldn't save her. Yet again, tears started welling in her ominous eyes, so she tore them away from the wreck and continued her path to an empty chair across the room. Still not allowing anyone the gift of her looking at them, she perched gently on the hard wooden plate, as if, at any moment, she would need to flee. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Mon, 22/02/2021 08:29 (4 Years ago) |
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There's, uh, no mods on. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Thu, 18/02/2021 21:33 (4 Years ago) |
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Character Name: Miss Tiana Rosemary Age: 29 Affiliation: Suspect; a friend of Madame English. Appearance: With bouncy, gentle brunette curls tied into a somewhat messy yet elegant updo, Tiana has a proud air about her, each step she takes leaving people mesmerised in her wake. Her brown eyes appear black in any amount of light, and have a certain coldness about them, though this is often shrouded by a sheet of politeness. A carefully sculpted face pairs well with her fragile limbs and slim torso, each inch of her skin a ghostly pale. She wears a rose-red dress with several layers of fabric, and lipstick that matches her dress. A silver ring with a chiseled blue diamond sits begrudgingly on her left ring finger. (x) Hobbies: Tiana's routines are a mystery to everyone; she is quite a seclusive person, though she is often seen writing, gardening and doing ordinary housework. She is trained as any regular woman, but also knows several medical techniques. Sadly, they weren't enough to save Madame English. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 18/02/2021 16:11 (4 Years ago) |
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Size: Don't care :D What You want drawn: Full size Reference: (x) [if you're not drawing oc's or he's too difficult I can change this]. Payment: 10k pd. Donation: I'll decide once it's done. :') Other: [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Thu, 18/02/2021 15:50 (4 Years ago) |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Thu, 18/02/2021 14:24 (4 Years ago) |
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If it is open, could I buy the Mr. Nub, please? [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Mon, 08/02/2021 18:59 (4 Years ago) |
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edit: I'm fairly new to digital art, but I think I'm getting somewhere with it :'] -- Zae please [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Sun, 07/02/2021 14:35 (4 Years ago) |
 Ever since unfortunately loosing his wings, Zaytiophilan hadn't used his voice at all. To him, his wings were his pride; his happiness. Take away that fierce attitude, that joy, that happiness, what do you have left? Zae. His eyes were stuck to the floor, unable to move, his pale body unhealthily slender and awkwardly damaged, evident from the constant twitching of his hands and the position of his neck. Silence haunted his waking hours; which, admittedly, had come to be all his hours. Not once had sleep blessed him since the experiments had began, thought he couldn't say that he missed it. His face was stoic, his back near the stone wall but not quite touching, for if it did there would be no end to the pain released from the many scars that lay across it's surface. What he was doing, currently, was hard to tell, though if one were to look close enough they might see his face pull into a slight frown. Something was off; Zae could hear it. Zapdos was not well know for it's hearing, nor did many know of the position of it's ears, but after spending so long in miserable silence, the Gijinka had learned to listen to what little sound was avaliable to him, which was more often than not the screams of his fellow legendaries and Mythicals. There it was, though; a faint shattering sound, so slight that if he weren't listening the noise would have left unnoticed. Zae's cell was completely made of stone, including the lock, with a small glass eyepiece for the guards to peek through. Sadly, it was a one-way window, so as Zae looked through the only eyes he saw were his own infuriated ones. Hopefully, if something were happening, whoever was on the other side would see him. Usually he vouched not to raise his hopes, nor did he now, but he couldn't help the spark of excitement that had lit inside him. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 07/02/2021 11:18 (4 Years ago) |
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Character name: Elisia Synt-Chuckomb Species: Human, Witch. Appearance: (xx) Personality: Somewhat laid-back, bothered by very little, Elisia has an odd approach to almost everything; her priorities are set far astray from what most would consider 'straight'. She sees everything but stargazing as a waste of time, so often finds herself giving little effort to important endeavours. Beneath her 'I don't give a d*mn' outer layer, Elisia has a surprisingly active brain that is constantly working overtime to suggest new ideas, though rarely bares any useful thoughts. She is often seen as a freak because of her different attitude, and cares not, ignoring anyone that dislikes her - or likes her, for that matter. Role: Fortune Teller. Why they joined: She was escaping an abusive childhood and upbringing. Powers: She has several. Seeing into the future is, obviously, one of them, but she rarely uses this, preferring instead to use common methods of fortune telling. She can also converse with several Demons which she has allowed into her mind as a part of Demonomancy, and the dead as a part of Necromancy. She would rather not use these, though, as they often try to control her mind. Want to be in Palpad group?: sure :D Other: I've never watched - or heard of before now, for that matter - Galactic Hotdogs, so please correct anything I've done wrong. the password is donkey. also, in case you needed this and so I remember, I've made a list of which methods of fortune telling she can do. yes, I copied it from the website. ones she can't do will be crossed out; ones she specialises in will be in bold.  Show
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Astrology: by the movements of
celestial bodies.
Automatic Writing: a method in which the writer holds a pen or pencil, and allows messages to flow through them without any conscious thought or effort. Bazi or four pillars: by hour, day, month, and year of birth. May be considered to be a form of horoscopy Cartomancy: by playing cards, tarot cards, or oracle cards. Ceromancy: by patterns in melting or dripping wax. Chiromancy/ Palmistry: by the shape of the hands and lines in the palms. Chronomancy: by determination of lucky and unlucky days. Clairvoyance: by spiritual vision or inner sight. Cold reading: by using visual and aural clues. Crystallomancy: by crystal ball also called scrying. Demonomancy: divination with the aid of demons. Elemental Fortune Telling: Hydromancy: by water. Pyromancy: by gazing into fire I Ching divination: by yarrow stalks or coins and the I Ching. This is similar to Ogham rune sticks Lithomancy: by stones or gems. Metal Casting: divining the future from the pourings of molten metals Necromancy: by the dead, or by spirits or souls of the dead. Oneiromancy: by dreams. Palmistry: by lines and mounds on the hand. Pendulum reading: by the movements of a suspended object. Runecasting or Runic divination: by runes. Scrying: by looking at or into reflective objects. Taromancy: by a form of cartomancy using tarot cards. Tasseography or tasseomancy: by tea leaves or coffee grounds [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 05/02/2021 16:21 (4 Years ago) |
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◐ - Character Name - Arianna 'Aria' Ophalan ◐ - Age - 21 || 14/04/[21 years before current.] ◐ - Gender - Cis-female. ◐ - Sexuality - Pansexual. ◐ - Appearance - Aria has silky oak brown hair, which she fashions into a lazy ponytail behind her head. Her icy blue eyes always appear excited and determined, though there is a somewhat dismal light about them. Her cheeks have sunken inwards, allowing her a noticeable, high cheekbone, and along with her shadowed eyes make her look rather menacing, though this is challenged by the gentle smile that often plays at her lips. Her build is willowy; unhealthily slim, due to a lack of food, with well sculpted limbs and a tall frame. Her outfits consist of jeans, plain t-shirts and a black jacket that she rarely removes, the sleeves of which hide numerous scars. ◐ - Personality - Arianna, as some have mistaken, is not blissful, and will quickly defend herself if accused of this; she simply prefers to look for what little light is left in the world rather than examining the darkness. Even through this rather bizarre ordeal, Aria's chirpy attitude has rarely faltered, proving her a useful asset when morale is down. She'll try her best to cheer others up, and is protective of everyone, whether they be strangers or friends; she finds it awfully hard to make enemies. Often this defensiveness created anger in those she is trying to save, for often they wish to solve their own problems rather than have Aria solve them for her. ◐ - Power - Lightning manipulation, and in certain cases, creation. If in a lightning storm, Aria can draw lightning to herself and weild it however she wishes, though when not in a lightning storm this power crosses the line to practically useless. ◐ - Strengths/Weaknesses - Strengths: a wide range of general knowledge, fluent in several languages [though, admittedly, with almost no humans left on the planet this is rather useless], resourceful, decent agility, speed and strength, knows several medical precedures and has invented several natural remedies. Weaknesses: Terrible in combat, her overprotective tendencies often lead to stupidity, can't bear to be the reason for another person's pain, often over thinks things and has crippling fears of heights, cars [ptsd], waves [also ptsd] and rabbits or hares. ◐ - Backstory might fill this out later, might not. ◐ - Are you ok with being in a group chat? - yep :D ◐ - Password - uhhhh.. Donkey. ◐ - Other - [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 05/02/2021 10:49 (4 Years ago) |
 Perhaps it was because of his unfailing memory of that night that Twelve was cowering behind a wall, his hands covering his ears and his body shaking violently, though it could just as easily have been simple fear at the boy he had once assumed harmless; though fear in itself was never simple, Jonathan reasoned. His clenched fists did little to mute the valiant roaring of the wind, the howling song that had been terrorising him for years, despite his somewhat monotous endeavours to rid himself of the phobia. Whining a little, he attempted to open his eyes, which he managed with an immense struggle. The sight only made the tremors jolting through his body become apparently more violent, if that were possible. Splinters of glass and shrapnel were taking flight, unsettled by the vigorous winds. Several civilians were huddled next to him, desperately clinging on to their slender hope of life. This struck a sour cord in Jonathan; innocent people should not be suffering because of the escapee's mistakes. Realising that it could be the last he ever took, he drew in a large breath, though it was slightly diluted by ancient dusts. Somewhat hesitantly, he stood, stumbling around a corner to see a sight that was.. unsettling, to say the least. The crazy wind man had what appeared to be a purple bird pinned to a building, and was taking aim at it with a car. Several other flying animals were attempting to attack Tempest through the typhoon to no avail. Almost immediately, Jake realised what he needed to do. His eyes had a red tint about them - he was trying to ignore the screaming terror inside himself, though from how he looked, it was obvious that he couldn't last much longer in the winds. Barely managing to avoid a flying coffee container, Twelve considered his options. He could leave, which was probably what the rest of the group had done, seeing as they weren't within his sight. There was something rather off about the bird, though. He had never seen many birds - they didn't visit the Community very often - but he knew enough about them to realise that purple birds were rare. It then occurred to him that Mora was a shapeshifter. His body acted before his mind, his arm locking around the neck of the person that now happened to be in front of him - Nineteen. It would appear that, upon teleporting, he had upsetted his stomach and was about to lose his breakfast. As long as it was over the traitor, Jonathan was happy. He secured his arm around Tempest's neck by grabbing it with his right had, so he had Nineteen in a headlock. Shrapnel and shards of glass were now piercing his skin, causing him to grit his teeth and growl a bit. Only now had his mind caught up with his actions; he didn't know if the apparently floating boy would be able to support his weight. If not, he supposed they would fall, but Jonathan was sure of his ability to land on top of the traitor. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 01/02/2021 20:41 (4 Years ago) |
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Twelve blinked at the lady wearing odd clothing behind a desk, whom he assumed had created the circle. The word 'pay' was new to him, though he vaguely remembered it from elsewhere.. His eyes lit up as a lightbulb lit in his head. "Ohh, you mean, like, with those little silver circles!" This caused him to pause again as he realised that he didn't have any. He stared at the woman for a moment, before returning the cookie to it's place on the counter, spitting out the chewed up crumbs he had yet to swallow. It was at this point that Seven approached him. 'Police' was another word to add to his list of unknown randomly assembled letters. Despite his lack of knowledge, he understood enough; 'poh-lice' were bad. With a slight nod, he turned back to the counter, patting his newly assembled cookie and giving the lady a warm smile, before following Marusaki and Buffy from the Star Bucks. Outside, everyone seemed somewhat tense and distressed. He glanced around, searching for the disturbance but failing to look up. Shrugging it off, he stretched his arms before striding over to Five, who appeared to be conversing with a young man. A frown crossed Jake's face; he had learned not to allow anyone the benefit of his trust until he had found good reason to. This person was no different. He stalled several feet away from Mora and the Walmart worker, listening to their conversation with his hands in his pockets. Nothing appeared to be out of order yet - other than their lives, of course. [Read more] |