Post by Salutations on Jan 27, 2012 10:44:37 GMT -5
"Ahem..." The dark haired role-player clears his throat, adjusts his tie, and smiles softly as his fingers dance over the keyboard, creating a masterful melody of clicks that in their turn become a jumble of letters, words, and phrases in a process he's always found a bit fascinating when he had the time to actually think about it.
"Salutations to you all. My name is... well; my name is unimportant. My username, as should be relatively clear to see, is Nocturus Blackfield; which also happens to be the name of my favored muse." The young man sitting at his computer ponders over how best to continue on in his introduction, not having actually attempted to join anything in a good long while and feeling a bit awkward. His soulful brown eyes glance sparingly over the words he's written and he settles in to type still more with a light sigh. "If that gets a bit too long I generally go by Noc, Night, Mr. Blackfield, or Christian."
He casually huffs a breath upwards, the air striking a few curls of stray hair that had begun to fall into his eyes. "I am, as the more perceptive among you will no doubt have noticed, a bit of a roleplayer. I favor stories with high elements of fantasy or tragedy, and above all... fighting, but have been told by several that I roleplay romance rather well, too." Beginning to hum along to the geek rock pounding through his headphones the typist bites lightly at the back of his lip-ring, thinking briefly over how best to proceed. "I have... literally hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of fully developed muses, and the last time I attempted to make a roster of them all gave up somewhere in the three hundreds. Around here you'll likely be seeing only a handful whom I particularly favor."
"Going to introduce us, narrator, or shall we keep them in suspense for a bit?" A light, but echoing little voice pops up in the writer's head, causing him to wave at the air as though there were a particularly pesky fly buzzing around his head.
"Raha ha~♪" A lyrical laugh interrupts his thoughts, causing him to frown in displeasure. "Come oooonnnn~! I wanna say hi to the people!!!"
"Y'know, Endboss, it'd be a lot easier if ya' just introduced 'im. You know 'ow he can get." The third voice, tinged with a bit of a southern accent, manages to bring about a small sigh from the weary writer.
Deciding to try and ignore his muses the roleplayer carries on. "In addition to roleplaying, which is probably my favored method of letting my muses run wild, I am also an average artist, exceeding average in rare bouts of inspiration brought about by a lack of sleep. And; on very rare occasion I've been known to write songs or poetry on a whim." Nodding lightly he loosens his teeth from the back of the metal stud, biting instead at his lip as he nervously continues to type out what he feels is a lackluster introduction.
The lyrical voice begins to hum the jeopardy theme song to annoy his creator.
"I was, at one point, a member of TMB, although not for very long. Some of you I remember from there. Others seem familiar, but I can't place you, so please don't be offended if we've spoken before and I don't remember you; a lot has happened since then." He chuckles at the disparaging truth of those words and shakes his head.
"Oh don't you dare wrap up before introducing me! Come on; brother got to have all the fun last time you hung out with these people, and now that Sinclair is sick and Lucien is training with his friends I can't stand to just sit around any more~♫" The second voice once more chimes in with his humming sing song voice.
"That's Jackal, The red lettered one is Noc, and the one with the purple text is Bill. There are a few more who will likely show up, but those three happened to tag along this morning." The role-player finally says, tired of ignoring 'himself', even if it is only one aspect.
"Hello there, ladies and gentlemen. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I am Jack Louis Cypher-Wyvernus, but you lovely, and not so lovely, people can call me Jackal~♪"
"I'm fairly certain ya' ain't supposed ta' add in the 'not so lovely' part, giggles." The third, most reasonable of the voices, with the southern drawl, says softly. Almost absently he adds in; "The name's Bill. Bill Sharpe. Nice ta' meet y'all."
"Raha haha ha!" Jackal cackles, sending shivers down the spine of the other voices, and the roleplayer who dreamt them up. "Yes, well, I don't know what these mooks look or act like, and I CAN'T lie. It's fairly high odds some of them are terrible people~!"
"Jackal!" The writer says, trying and failing to shut up his muse.
"Brother..." The initial voice in his head says softly, his initial words barely registering, but the echo sinking deep into the ears and minds of all those listening. "I think we need to have a little... talk... about your interpersonal skills." A sound like the cracking of knuckes resonates through the roleplayer's head and he sighs loudly.
"Or rather, perhaps you could do everyone a favor and simply be quiet? The narrator had a late night, if you'll recall." The first voice paused a few long moments before addressing any who may or may not be actually reading to this point. "Salutations. I am Nocturus Blackfield... well; the character, not the writer..." Another slight pause follows. "Honestly; you couldn't have come up with a name of your own? You had to use mine? This is giving me a headache..."
"Enough!" The role-player says, finally managing to wrest the reigns of control back from his muses. "Anyway; pleasure to meet you all, happy to be here, looking forward to talking to all of you, open to penpals in the penpal thread, I don't think you're terrible people at all in fact I have no preconceived notions of any of you, and have a good day." He types all in a rush, fingers flying across the keyboard, trying to finish his introduction before any other unwarranted introductions take place, or any of his less than upstanding characters can find their way in for an ominous cliffhanger of an introduction.
"This seems promising..."
And failing.
"Salutations to you all. My name is... well; my name is unimportant. My username, as should be relatively clear to see, is Nocturus Blackfield; which also happens to be the name of my favored muse." The young man sitting at his computer ponders over how best to continue on in his introduction, not having actually attempted to join anything in a good long while and feeling a bit awkward. His soulful brown eyes glance sparingly over the words he's written and he settles in to type still more with a light sigh. "If that gets a bit too long I generally go by Noc, Night, Mr. Blackfield, or Christian."
He casually huffs a breath upwards, the air striking a few curls of stray hair that had begun to fall into his eyes. "I am, as the more perceptive among you will no doubt have noticed, a bit of a roleplayer. I favor stories with high elements of fantasy or tragedy, and above all... fighting, but have been told by several that I roleplay romance rather well, too." Beginning to hum along to the geek rock pounding through his headphones the typist bites lightly at the back of his lip-ring, thinking briefly over how best to proceed. "I have... literally hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of fully developed muses, and the last time I attempted to make a roster of them all gave up somewhere in the three hundreds. Around here you'll likely be seeing only a handful whom I particularly favor."
"Going to introduce us, narrator, or shall we keep them in suspense for a bit?" A light, but echoing little voice pops up in the writer's head, causing him to wave at the air as though there were a particularly pesky fly buzzing around his head.
"Raha ha~♪" A lyrical laugh interrupts his thoughts, causing him to frown in displeasure. "Come oooonnnn~! I wanna say hi to the people!!!"
"Y'know, Endboss, it'd be a lot easier if ya' just introduced 'im. You know 'ow he can get." The third voice, tinged with a bit of a southern accent, manages to bring about a small sigh from the weary writer.
Deciding to try and ignore his muses the roleplayer carries on. "In addition to roleplaying, which is probably my favored method of letting my muses run wild, I am also an average artist, exceeding average in rare bouts of inspiration brought about by a lack of sleep. And; on very rare occasion I've been known to write songs or poetry on a whim." Nodding lightly he loosens his teeth from the back of the metal stud, biting instead at his lip as he nervously continues to type out what he feels is a lackluster introduction.
The lyrical voice begins to hum the jeopardy theme song to annoy his creator.
"I was, at one point, a member of TMB, although not for very long. Some of you I remember from there. Others seem familiar, but I can't place you, so please don't be offended if we've spoken before and I don't remember you; a lot has happened since then." He chuckles at the disparaging truth of those words and shakes his head.
"Oh don't you dare wrap up before introducing me! Come on; brother got to have all the fun last time you hung out with these people, and now that Sinclair is sick and Lucien is training with his friends I can't stand to just sit around any more~♫" The second voice once more chimes in with his humming sing song voice.
"That's Jackal, The red lettered one is Noc, and the one with the purple text is Bill. There are a few more who will likely show up, but those three happened to tag along this morning." The role-player finally says, tired of ignoring 'himself', even if it is only one aspect.
"Hello there, ladies and gentlemen. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I am Jack Louis Cypher-Wyvernus, but you lovely, and not so lovely, people can call me Jackal~♪"
"I'm fairly certain ya' ain't supposed ta' add in the 'not so lovely' part, giggles." The third, most reasonable of the voices, with the southern drawl, says softly. Almost absently he adds in; "The name's Bill. Bill Sharpe. Nice ta' meet y'all."
"Raha haha ha!" Jackal cackles, sending shivers down the spine of the other voices, and the roleplayer who dreamt them up. "Yes, well, I don't know what these mooks look or act like, and I CAN'T lie. It's fairly high odds some of them are terrible people~!"
"Jackal!" The writer says, trying and failing to shut up his muse.
"Brother..." The initial voice in his head says softly, his initial words barely registering, but the echo sinking deep into the ears and minds of all those listening. "I think we need to have a little... talk... about your interpersonal skills." A sound like the cracking of knuckes resonates through the roleplayer's head and he sighs loudly.
"Or rather, perhaps you could do everyone a favor and simply be quiet? The narrator had a late night, if you'll recall." The first voice paused a few long moments before addressing any who may or may not be actually reading to this point. "Salutations. I am Nocturus Blackfield... well; the character, not the writer..." Another slight pause follows. "Honestly; you couldn't have come up with a name of your own? You had to use mine? This is giving me a headache..."
"Enough!" The role-player says, finally managing to wrest the reigns of control back from his muses. "Anyway; pleasure to meet you all, happy to be here, looking forward to talking to all of you, open to penpals in the penpal thread, I don't think you're terrible people at all in fact I have no preconceived notions of any of you, and have a good day." He types all in a rush, fingers flying across the keyboard, trying to finish his introduction before any other unwarranted introductions take place, or any of his less than upstanding characters can find their way in for an ominous cliffhanger of an introduction.
"This seems promising..."
And failing.