I am happy to be here in Mizahar, a brand new world to write and roleplay in. I have known GP off and on for the better part of six years now, and so I know he's an eminently capable fellow with an imagination he can finally free, unfettered and unchecked.

I also know that Pyckons were probably the first race invented, as I remember a certain fellow and his very intelligenct horse attempting to make up a golem years ago.

Otherwise, I am new here and really have nothing else to say just yet. Except that I hope this place enjoys tremendous support and success and that it blossoms and flourishes for many years to come. Good luck to a new realm!

Honestly, I'm pretty new to the RP world, but I play one HELL of a lot of fantasy RPGS (Skyrim wooooooo!)

My name: Celeste (I want to be called Amelia) Olsen

That's all you need to know. Just go to my profile for more information.

I'm Emma and I am currently in Secondary School, or Middle School. I live with my three brothers, Mum and Dad near London, England and am very happy. I love fantasy and writing about it. I am currently writing a book called Something in the Soul, it is all about elves (Dark, Wild and Wood), humans and other creatures. I will probably be posting the story up some time or another, but I am only on Chapter Four, so yeah. Still time for it to fail . I am also hoping to write a sequel called The War for Fallelu. When I am older, I would love to be a history teacher for Secondary School/Middle School. I LOVE to read, and have just finished Wonderstruck (Brian Selsnick) in about forty minutes. I also like to write poetry and draw manga, anime, general chibi, cute stuff. My favourite type of music is-here comes the relentless scorn - Disney. My favourite band is probably The Beatles, Queen or ELO.
So yeah! There's my life I guess...

My alarm went off at seven in the morning. I awoke unwillingly and hungover. I did not want to get up, I wanted this hour to never end. Once I got up, showered and out the door it would mean that it was true. Finally, realizing the inevitable I got out of bed. My apartment was cluttered with bottles of beer and wine- which explains my hangover. I had spent the prior night getting smashed, hanging out with Scott as we watched a movie to pass the time. After he went to bed I went to drink by the railroad tracks behind my house, called up my sister and brother-in-law. What we exactly talked about, I don't know, I just know there was a fair amount of yelling and carrying on. My friend Kate called and I think I continued my yelling, I was angry I had called her in the afternoon to hang out and it was now 10. I was projecting my grief and I hope now that I didn't say anything too terrible. Finally, feeling too sick to finish my last beer- I tossed it at a nearby parked train and it shattered.

For all my feet dragging I was going to be early getting to Colin's house. There was not much to get ready- shirt, tie, slacks, the clothes on my back. I grabbed my stuff, ate a yogurt, dropped off a couple bills in the mailbox and I was out the door. I drove by Colin's house and decided to get gas first as my final ploy at avoiding the inevitable. At eight I pulled up to their house, walked up to their door, took a deep breath and knocked.

We were going to say farewell to our friend Nick.

The drive was long and hot. My AC in the van had pooped out and we sat sweating listening to music and a couple podcasts. We chatted a little, trading a few Nick stories, mostly keeping things superficial until we got to Arlington Heights were Nick's service was. The truth was we were both probably numb with pain, saving ourselves for this day that no one saw coming. We had steeled ourselves years prior for news of this sort but Nick had got through his baptism by fire and...

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