Posts by musey

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]gOSH i hate school ;-;
but thanks u v u

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]aWW YISS

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]hey tapi ^^

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]ello taco owo

what's up? eh, not much.

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]for some reason whenever i try to make a code it just doesn't work out
but i'm really good at coding wcrpg profiles because it's really easy y'know

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]^hey firestar

it took me almost three hours to profile the camp on my old account (that was when i was just starting out). i've basically forgotten everything i knew ^^;

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]stAPH
i was talking about that person who dropped in before,,

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]hahawow this was a stupid idea

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]:I

fire star wrote:

hey

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]i have pROOF

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]hi! i'd do the whole introduction, but lights summarized it pretty well ninja'd >:U i'm musey, it's nice to meet you! owo

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]or you could try pouring rock salt on it while chanting latin exorcisms

i've heard that helps

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]Unknowing of the situation, Staticsky dipped his head to the cool water of the border stream. He could see Somberclan territory in the near distance on the river's opposite side, and contemplated whether or not it was necessary to refresh the border markings before swatting at a guppy that swam just below the water's surface. (He supposed it could wait.) Beside him, Flutterjay captured a tench and added it to the pile - a taiman, and some trout.
"How do you suppose the rest of the patrol is fairing?" She quipped to the deputy, who lifted his head with a bluegill flopping in his jaws. Paintedbreeze turned from where she sat, a few foxlengths away. If there was trouble, she'd send for help.
"They're fine," Staticsky replied as he added the fish to their catch. "I haven't heard a sound. That, or I'm deaf."
"You sent them pretty far, so it would be hard to hear them. I'm worried they've gotten themselves into trouble." She looked at him with genuine concern.
"Nonsense. A messenger would've alerted us long ago if they ran into Silver or any of her rogues. Don't worry so much, Flutterjay."

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]LOL U WERE troLLED XDXDXDDD pROBLEM??? IM JUST TOO RANDO M FOR U!!!!1

--ahem.

[align=center][color=white]AND TONIGHT, WE CAN TRULY SAY

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_{[color=#666699]☣ SAMUEL || RYDER || GODWIN ☣}

_{[color=White][size=22pt][b]★ ~ Head Start ~ ★[/size]}

_{Nickname: Sam
Age: 19
Personality: Let's look at it this way: He's lived a long, healthy life up until the age of fifteen. After that, he felt he was screwed. His positive outlook drastically changed, and his demeanor went downhill.
He's a lovely little guy - polite, always calm, otherwise emotionless besides a small smile here and there. He's loveable, but only to the extent of calling him a colleague or "that guy I saw in the coffeeshop". Just... Another person.
It was after living with the nanovirus for two years that he realized his little "ability". He can predict what people will say, but not to the normal extent. He'll finish their sentences before they even begin to speak.
Now, his mind-reading ability isn't that special to him - so what if he can listen to other people's heads here and there? It's not like he can formulate much more of a sentence when he reads minds. Even worse, it just clutters his head. All those people walking by just give him a migraine.
"Walk,"
"...And then..."
"I just want to say..."
It never forms a clear thought in his read. He's not reading minds like books, he's organizing a library after an earthquake. Nothing ever makes sense.
Crush: x
Friends: Not many. He tries to avoid people so he can't spread the virus somehow.
Family: A mother, Melodie, and a father, Stefan.
History: He received the nanovirus at age 15.
Are you A Nano-Virus Carrier? Yes.}

_{[size=22pt]★ ~ Looks too deep ~ ★[/size]}

_{[font=georgia]Natural Hair Color: Dirty-blond - blond with brown mixed in.
Eye Color: Grey
Clothes:}

_{[font=georgia][color=white]Accessories: Sweatervests. This man has a wardrobe of them.}

_{[font=georgia][color=white][size=22pt]★ ~ What's On the Inside ~★[/size]}

_{Vehicle: It's not like he can afford an actual car or anything.}

_{[sub][font=georgia][color=White]Room:}

[sub][font=georgia][color=White]Turn Ons:
• "What?! I can't tell you that! That's my personal business!" Tidiness, healthy people he can look up to, people who aren't going to die the next day (unlike the people he's forced to associate with in the hospitals). He also has a little "thing" for blue eyes.
Turn Offs:
• He's a neat-freak and a germaphobe. He hates untidiness, he hates disgusting habits, and will be bound to point out that tiny little stain on your favorite shirt. And if he does, he'll avoid you forever.
Other: this took forevvvver to write. [ALL CREDIT GOES TO ORIGINAL IMAGE OWNERS]

"TOGETHER WE'RE INVINCIBLE"

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]we just can't trust anybody anymore

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]//sneaks in

i've seen you around before. i don't think we've roleplayed together, though.

[font=georgia][color=white][sub]hi! c: i'm so bad at introducing myself omg