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News Archives / Re: To clear a few things up..
« on: August 02, 2020, 05:14:33 pm »
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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / Re: Grants Pass - Human RP // Early Access
« on: January 30, 2017, 01:56:35 am »
Username: CrimsonCell
Character Name: Derrick Asher Fay
Roleplay Sample: Foamy water barreled down the river, sloshing against its sandy banks and pulling up dead logs from their resting places. The air was cold and crisp, a subtle wind blowing mist from the churning waters into Derrick's face. This was nearly one of his favorite places to visit on gray, overcast days like this. The water was always roaring along its course while spitting up a frothy fog, to the older man it was just peaceful. He stuck his hands into his jean pockets and walked over to a rocky ledge, leaning slightly forward to peer over the edge into the powerful whirlpools just below; if he were to fall he'd certainly meet a watery grave.
With a mild chuckle to himself, Derrick turned away and headed for a silt formed slope that lead to one of the various rocky beaches; only here could you safely stand next to the water. A cold wind blew suddenly, forcing the man to shrink into his flannel, shoulders shrugged as his body tensed against the low temperature. Perhaps it was time he return to town, his job called to him, waving the thought of hard earned money in his face. This place would always be here, best start heading back now rather than wait and risk walking back through cold rain.
Character Name: Derrick Asher Fay
Roleplay Sample: Foamy water barreled down the river, sloshing against its sandy banks and pulling up dead logs from their resting places. The air was cold and crisp, a subtle wind blowing mist from the churning waters into Derrick's face. This was nearly one of his favorite places to visit on gray, overcast days like this. The water was always roaring along its course while spitting up a frothy fog, to the older man it was just peaceful. He stuck his hands into his jean pockets and walked over to a rocky ledge, leaning slightly forward to peer over the edge into the powerful whirlpools just below; if he were to fall he'd certainly meet a watery grave.
With a mild chuckle to himself, Derrick turned away and headed for a silt formed slope that lead to one of the various rocky beaches; only here could you safely stand next to the water. A cold wind blew suddenly, forcing the man to shrink into his flannel, shoulders shrugged as his body tensed against the low temperature. Perhaps it was time he return to town, his job called to him, waving the thought of hard earned money in his face. This place would always be here, best start heading back now rather than wait and risk walking back through cold rain.
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