It's not just me, right?

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Quiet One, Mar 28, 2010.

  1. Okay, here's the thing. When you get a text from a girl/boy friend, doesn't the little <3 heart look like boobs? Especially if it's after a smiley face.

    =) <3

    That's like textflashing, isn't it? So have you guys seen it, too, or am I just a perv?
  2. You need to stop masturbating so much.
  3. Okay, can I hear from someone who isn't an ass?
  4. Noooooo, he's right....

    ... Nah, it's looked like that to me too...
  5. Sorry don't text....and now that you mentioned still doesn't look like bewbs to me. Sakura has used it a bunch of times so I never thought of it, you just can't think dirty when talking to her.
  6. Now you've hurt my feelings.

    Holy crap, you too?

    I mean, I always figured it was just a heart, since, you know, boobs don't go to the side.

    (·)(·) always seemed more like boobs to me.
  7. ugh~ now that it has been mentioned. kinda looks like somebody looking at his/her own breasts and smiling at what he/she saw. ~_~;
  8. I thought it looked like balls. Sorta.
  9. Characters
    We shall play as magical knights! You can be knights from various legends/myths/lore, their offspring, or an original character. But, during the medieval era you were a famous knight. Now, in the post-civilization era, you have been awakened or resurrected to fight in a new war. While you can work freelance or on your own, you will be bought back in the modern era by either the Round Table or the Knights Templar.

    You will most likely be playing as a knight. And - most likely - an ancient knight from the medieval era. Unlike modern day soldiers or attempts at continuing the traditions of knighthood, you are honor bound. This means different things to different people. Some knights must do good, be good, and personify good. Other knights feel a duty to protect the weak and defeat evil. Whereas other knights have a sense of honor that dictates how they fight or why they fight, such as abiding by the rules of single combat. It also means that you are highly trained in medieval combat. There are none in the modern wield who can defeat our knights with ancient weaponry. And modern weaponry does not assist them. Knights are stronger, faster, and far more experience than any human born in the 21st century.

    Character Sheet, Basics
    Names and titles.
    Age: How old they are now, bearing in mind that they would of not aged since their death or upon being sealed away, frozen, or however.
    Year of Death: When they died or were sealed away.
    Species: Should be at least part human, but can throw in anything else you want. I'm pretty open to seeing new combinations.
    Allegiance: Either they work for the Knight's Templar or for the Round Table. Whichever you chose, they will still all work as the same team together. And their allegiances can change throughout the roleplay.
    Affiliates: People they have worked with or for. Armies/countries they sided with in their previous life. Friends, family, enemies. Just list the people/groups and their relation.

    Weapons: List the weapons that they use.
    Equipment: List type of armor and any specifications. You can describe the armor that you drop a picture for below.

    Skills: What weapons are they trained in using? What languages do they speak? Are they skilled tactician in large scale combat, careful strategists over a prolonged campaign, or highly focused in one-on-one duels. Anything they excel in more than their standard level of badass.
    Magic: Specialized type/element. If they are more than human then what other types of magic do they have? Any spells they favor over others or are especially practiced with.

    A picture of what they look like out of their armor.
    Armor (If Applicable): A picture of their armor if they have their own set.
    Appearance: A small paragraph describing them would also be useful to other players, giving them some hint of how to view your character's appearance in their posts.

    Backstory: Some of their history. The minimum requirement is at least a small paragraph detailing their death or how they were sealed away (or other versions thereof). Would like to here a little something about their greatest victories and triumphs.
  10. I've always seen it as a heart, so I think it's just you =P

    (o)Y(o) boobs?
  11. Look, I know it's supposed to be a heart. I'm just saying that sometimes, if you put the little smiley face in front, it looks like a girl's flashing you.
  12. Slava - The Bogatyr

    34 | Male | Knights Templar | Lawful Neutral

    • Full name:
      Vladislav Miloslavich

      Significance of Name:
      Vladislav means "to own glory" and Miloslavich means "son of Miloslav"

      Slava, Vladik, Law (given to him by Renaud)

      1206 AD in Toropets, of the Principality of Toropets

      1240 AD in Kolomya, of the Principality of Halych


      Old East Slavic, French, Latin

      Miloslav Miloslavich - father - boyar under Mstislav the Bold, died in 1228
      Anna Ganzavich - mother - daughter of another boyar, married Miloslav in 1205, died in 1241
      No spouse or children

      Sir Renaud de Vichiers - a close friend he made during his time among the Templars - Grand Master of the Knights Templar from 1250 to 1256
      Daniel of Galicia - the prince he declared his service to and who sealed him away after some years spent fighting the Mongols - Grand Prince of Kiev from 1240 to 1264
    • Slava is a bit short by modern standards and certainly unused to being regarded as such, but his broad shoulders and well muscled frame still carry the same intimidation factor they did all those centuries ago. His hair, beard, and armor are all neat and well kept, the effort he puts into maintaining an excellent image obvious in the soft shine of the metal pieces of his armor set.

      The best word to describe his tells would be subtle; he stands with excellent posture and tends to keep his hands neatly folded behind his back, he sits with similarly excellent posture and tends to keep his hands in his lap. He doesn't gesture much, and event then only when necessary. It'll be a long time before he settles on what sort of modern clothes he can tolerate wearing in the little off time he'll get while trying to save the world, but he'll almost certainly prefer soft fabrics and warm reds.

      Dark brown; straight and thick, kept cropped short enough not to interfere with helmet wearing

      Brown; smooth and even across his irises, roughly the color of melted chocolate

      Identifying Features:
      A series of scars from a nasty set of claws raking across his right shoulder, slashing down towards his chest
      A short but gnarled battle scar just under his right armpit from an attempted stab wound; the injury nearly killed him and did not heal well
      Numerous scars dotting his hands and forearms, from practice with blades or cooking or what have you
      A few pale brown birthmarks on his lower back, all with random shapes

      5'8" (174 cm)

      157 lbs (71.2 kg)

      Wields a saber and a kite shield; the saber is somewhat longer than typical and the shield is somewhat smaller than typical
      Wears plate, pictured left, made of durable steel and dutifully re-enchanted whenever the effect wears off

      Steel - Slava is particularly adept at enchanting his armor and his shield to be stronger and tougher, making him a small but sturdy tank on the battlefield and the man you want to hide behind in the event of a dragon attack. Spells: Steel Enchanting, Steel Shield
    • Traits:
      Dependable (+) | Will not break his promises even under pain of death; ten minutes early for literally everything; probably keeps a secret and weirdly specific written schedule somewhere
      Patient (+) | Can and will do the same task several dozen times in a row; finds waiting or instructing someone on something they simply do not understand draining instead of irritating; the temperature of his temper is in the negatives but there is no doubt he has one
      Stoic (=) | Serious almost all the time; refuses to show or express too much of his feelings, negative or positive; take him at his word when he says things because you probably won't be able to read it in his face
      Morally questionable (=) | Makes decisions based on his code, the law, what is best for his people, what is best for him, and then what is morally correct in that order; if it's legal and good for the Templars but not morally correct, he gonna do it; not the person to go to for a "good guy" opinion
      Insensitive (-) | Bad at feelings, whether it's his own or dealing with other people's; can and will say rude things and not understand why it was rude
      Critical (-) | Hard on himself; somewhat less hard on other people; tends to be more critical of the people he cares about because that's how he shows his affection

      Personality Type:
      ISTJ - The Disciplined Soldier, The Logistician, The Duty Fulfiller, The Reliable Realist, The Responsible Accountant, The Examiner, The Rule Follower
    • Slava was born in the late summer of 1206 AD, considered a blessing by both of his parents. His father was a boyar, roughly equivalent to a noble and a trusted adviser; his mother was the daughter of another boyar and a woman of influence in her own right. With his father off fighting alongside the prince and a complete lack of siblings, his mother was a strong influence in his childhood and luckily a positive one. His childhood was a decent one overall, filled with admiration for his father, education, and martial training, but also much love and support from his mother. He was sixteen when he finally elected to leave home and find his own glories.

      France caught his interest enough that he elected to stay. It was mere months later that he fell in with the Knights Templar, and only weeks after he began studying magic with the order that he met Renaud. Renaud was a bright individual, as sociable as he was intelligent, and he quickly took a liking to the quiet but observant Slava. The pair hit it off famously enough that they'd be friends until Slava left France in 1229 AD, seven years after he left home, after hearing news of his father's death. From there, he pledged his service to Daniel of Galicia and loyally served the invasion of the Golden Horde. He spent years fighting off the Mongols and their fiendish beasts, earning his mastery of battle magic and experience by valiantly fighting them in actual combat.

      They were fighting a losing battle, however, and by 1240 AD, Daniel of Galicia had determined the only real option was surrender. He wouldn't stand for leaving the Mongols in power, however; he collected a small number of his greatest knights, drummed up deaths for the lot of them, and buried them all in places across his domain. Slava was one of them.

      1246 AD, years after he'd received the letter from Law's mother that he had passed, Renaud finally worked up the time and willpower to travel east in an attempt to discover his friend's real fate. The crypt took no small amount of investigation to find; Law's mother had passed not too long after her son, too heartbroken by loss to continue on, and was unable to show him to it. It was buried in a small and otherwise nondescript cave south of Halych. Finding it without a guide was difficult, but but find it he did, and there he went.

      Finally laying eyes on his friend's coffin, deep in the cave and elegantly carved from stone, was like a punch to the gut. Law had no one to tend to this place now, no one to visit anymore, no one who could care. Just Renaud. So he willed himself to say something, anything, carefully placing a hand on the top of his friend's coffin in an attempt to prepare himself. What he felt in the stone shocked him enough that he took a few steps back. Magic, thrumming through the stone like he'd never felt it before. Powerful magic. Powerful enough that Renaud made a choked noise and let curiosity win over his reservations about cracking open a man's grave, pushing at the coffin's lid.

      He pushed until it shifted enough that he could see - and sure enough, he could see his friend inside it. Not bones, but flesh. Complete and whole, completely undamaged by the passage of time. His armor was in fine condition, arms placed in an X over his chest with his saber pressed into one hand and shield strapped to the other. He had the most serene expression on his face; he could be sleeping, almost. Sleeping, almost, if it wasn't for the bubble of magic that encapsulated him. It was an enchantment the likes of which Renaud had never beheld in person before. He'd seen mentions of such powerful magic in old texts, heard references to such things from other Templars, but this...this was real. Renaud instinctively reached out to touch the bubble, finding that the magic felt...felt solid. Cold and solid, like stone or steel.

      Renaud didn't attempt to break the spell, too afraid of inadvertently killing Law to even try, but he sealed the coffin back up and brought the knowledge of the burial place back to the Templar Order. Useless information, then, but it was still archived with the rest, to be utilized at a later date...
  13. Where the hell did you come from?! And I don't do it all the time! (it'd really hurt at some point)
  14. I came from the fortress-monastary on titan, where the fuck did you come from?
  15. [​IMG]

    • Full Name: Aigiarn Katun
      Age: Twenty-Six
      Year of Death: 1312 AD
      Species: Human

      Allegiance: Knight's Templar
      Affiliates: Ogedaids, The Mongul Empire, Central Asia
      Khutulun (mother), Qaidu Khan (grandfather), Ghengis Khan (great-great-great grandfather)

      Equipment: Dao, a single-edged chinese sword.
      Gun, a long chinese staff weapon.
      Long-Siyah Horn Bow, typical horn bow accompanied by stone pellet arrows.

      Skills: Horsemanship, advanced archery, advanced wrestling, basic swordsmanship
      Hand-to-hand combat, one-on-one duels
      Her native language is Mongolian, but she was taught all three varieties: Oirat (including the Kalmyk variety) and Buryat, both of which are spoken in Russia, Mongolia, and China; and Ordos, spoken around Inner Mongolia's Ordos City. Khalkha dialect of the Mongolian state is basically Mongolian.

      Magic: Energy Force - a time-sensitive spell is channeled through her body, feeding off of her chi, and grants her enhanced strength that aid her in close-range combat.The spell typically drains her both physically and mentally and is not used with haste.

      Earth-Shatter - an easy spell that grants her pellet stones enhanced speed that allows them to pass through tough objects and destroys human flesh upon contact. Mostly used for hunting large animals.
    • Aigiarn is a petite woman with evidence of intense athleticism along her upper arms and thighs. Her raven hair is long and falls down to her hips, but is usually braided halfheartedly or thrown up into a bun during combat. She stands roughly five foot seven with fair skin and no prominent beauty marks or moles upon her heart-shaped face. There are multiple scars along her knuckles and forearms due to novice wrestling matches in her youth.

      Real-Life Photo (open)

      Real=Life Armor (open)
    • Aigiarn’s mother, Khutulun, grew up with fourteen brothers and seemingly learned from an early age how to confront and beat them. As she grew older, Khutulun joined the public competitions and acquired great fame as the wrestler whom no man could throw. Her parents insisted she marry young and rich, but she insisted that any man who wished to marry her must defeat her in wrestling. Winning horses from competitions and the wagers of would-be suitors, it is said that she gathered a herd numbering the ten thousand. Eventually, she grew weary of fighting and settled upon a young man in her father’s army. Aigiarn’s father was a mystery and sources vary about his identity. Some chronicles say her father was a handsome man who failed to assassinate her grandfather and was taken prisoner; others refer to him as Kaidu's companion from the Choros clan. Aigiarn never met her father and was content with learning from her mother. Khutulun taught her daughter all that she knew and as an only child, Aigiarn learned all and became an exact embodiment of her mother.

      Among the Mongols, athletic victory carried a strongly sacred essence, and the champion was considered to be blessed by the spirits. Therefore, Aigiarn’s athletic triumphs made her the ideal companion for her mother in battle. She was such an accomplished warrior that her mother would take her out on military campaigns. Since her uncle, Orus, had granted her mother the title commander-in-chief of the armed forces. Her presence, mounted next to Khutulun on the battlefield, extended her reputation for past athletic victories into an implied guarantee of dominance on the battlefield. Throughout their lives and even from a young age, the two constantly defied the efforts of their powerful relation Khubilai Khan to rule over the tribes of the steppes of western Mongolia and Kazakhstan and over the mountainous regions of western China and Kyrgyzstan. They resisted every army sent against them and kept their homeland permanent free of rule by his Yuan Dynasty.

      When her mother died unexpectedly in 1306AD, Aigiarin had a budding suspicion of foul play within her bloodline. Her uncle, Orus, a true coward at heart, fled soon after Khutulun’s death due to rumors across the Dynasty. Since her grandfather had originally named her mother, Khutulun, as his heir, Aigiarn took it upon herself to take Orus’ spot becoming the true Mongol Queen of the Ogedaids.

      Aigiarn died ten years after her mother and just as unexpectedly upon her throne. Speculation within the Dynasty pointed fingers upon several of her uncles that had decided to fight for Orus’ shattered honor. All of Central Asia knew of Aigiarn’s strength within the ring and the battlefield and nobody could ever believe that she would fall upon the fist of a mere man. However, with Qaidu long buried and Ghengis truly beyond Aigiarn’s time, another King stepped up to rule as well as another and another. Aigiarn was buried alongside other Khan’s in Khentii Province, Mongolia.
  16. Oddly enough, it looks too far apart to look like boobs to me. Then again, I'm not quite perverted (in the sexual sense) level as you guys. Plus I'm a leg/neck/face man. I'm told I'll "grow out of it". :/
  17. [​IMG]
    Origin: Gargoyles Comics/TV Series
    Birthdate 958 A.D
    Age: 1036(Chronologically) 18 in Gargoyle terms.
    Race: Gargoyle
    Hair: White
    Eyes: Black when calm, White when angry.
    Height: 6ft when standing.
    Education: N/A
    Occupation: N/A
    Citizenship: N/A

    Power Grid: 22, Enhanced


    His Gargoyle physiology allows him numerous abilities:

    • Wings allow him to glide on thermals for significant distances and altitudes.
    • Skin is resistant(but not immune) to most basic edged weapons, and extreme heat/cold temperatures.
    • His body has more efficient musculature and produces less fatigue toxins than humans, giving him more endurance, strength, and agility.
    • Can enter a rage state where these areas are doubled temporarily.
    • Claws on hands and feet are sharp enough to penetrate concrete and steel.
    • His tail is partially prehensile and strong enough to be used in combat.
    • Years of combat with Vikings and other foes have made him an expert hand-to-hand combatant.

    Mentorship under Goliath and Hudson have made him a competent tactician and leader when the other two are absent to take charge of the clan.


    Can be hot-headed/impulsive at times, impairing his better judgement.

    While a skilled hand-to-hand combatant, he is unfamiliar with more modern weapons.

    He can regerate wounds, but not lost limbs or heavy damage, and must enter his stone sleep to heal, during which he is totally vulnerable.
    ========[Short Biography]========
    He was born one of many nameless Gargoyles of the Wyvern Clan, and raised in common by all adults, ignorant of his parents as was tradition. While he loved all of his brothers and sisters, he grew closer to two brothers in particular who would come to be named Broadway and Lexington. Their immaturity and sensitivty to the prejudice of humans caused them to be remanded into the rookery on the fateful day the clan was betrayed and most were killed. The clan was further betrayed by the surviving Magus, and placed in a stone sleep until "The castle sits above the clouds"

    This condition would not be fulfulled until the insanely wealthy David Xanatos reassembled Wyvern Castle on top of his skyscraper, releasing Brooklyn and his clan into a new modern world.

  18. Hearts ALWAYS look like boobs to me

  19. it does look like a ballsack
  20. ~THE Smut RP of the List~

    A Veteran's Reward

    One of the few world-class Prostitute agency were surprised when they found someone had paid for their most expensive service. They did a background check, and found it was a woman who served in the military, and she was able to afford the service because during their career before retirement they manage to save one of the world leaders of another country, and said leader rewarded the woman for her actions. So instead of having to look for a job after the military they could really enjoy their retirement. Well, alright. The agency decided to look into exactly what the woman wanted. She wanted one of their 'model-prostitutes' which meant one of the girls from magazines and other advertisement that did not actually have sex, and was a virgin. And the real kicker, the woman wanted a life-long contract. The agency decided the client could afford this, and their girl would basically move in to be a personal whore, but would get paid for it, live in the nice mansion of the client, and countless other benefits. But which of their models did the woman want? Oh, Bella. That was a interesting choice. Bella was also from the military, and was listed down in the agency as for clients that want a wide range of fetishes, and highly active sex. Though thinking about it...a hero in a war deserves someone as ...gifted as Bella. Well, lets see if Bella is willing to accept the offer.

    She did.

    Bella herself soon arrives at the clients home. She was impressed with the property, but nervious about who the client was as she did not recognize the name. As she knocks the door opened by itself. She was surprise, and enter. She was confused when she saw no one. A least till the family pet came into the room. The girl was so cute. A golden retriever, but she was bigger than normal. that Zeta? But.....oh. OH shit. That probably meant Zeta was actually her client. It was off the records, but while in the military Bella worked as an animal vet. She did not actually enter the war. But she was not in charge of the regular military dogs. She was in charged of the experimental dogs. Zeta was a golden retriever she raised till the girl was old enough to be gave the injection. The injection was to make her a super-dog with being smarter than a human, to grow bigger than normal so she was physically stronger and faster, and of course increased stamina and durability so she could handle being in the front seat of the war.

    Bella was not suppose to play favorites, but since the dogs were all smart...even if none of the other humans realized that Bella had a favorite, but the dogs knew. Zeta was Bella's favorite. It was why Bella secretly gave Zeta a improved but unapproved injection to better her chances of surviving. It was what got her in this mess. Bella did not want to risk Zeta, and so she actually tested the injection on herself. Anyone looking at her could understand she had an amazing body. Not just in looks either. She sure in hell did not look like this in her teen years, or early adult years. The injection worked, but after Bella left the military....she soon realize she had a ...side effect. A lot of her physical improvements affected her sex drive..and ...well it was a war itself to resist being a real slut that just slept around. She ended up signing up with the agency, but she was too ashamed to actually let people 'pay' for her service.

    So she decided to limit it to someone that was willing to pay a lot for her, and was willing to keep her, and not just use her, and leave her. This meant she basically would be the person's mistress. Unofficial but actual lover. She knew it was likely that Zeta was also very horny, but since its been years since she last saw Zeta. It seemed Zeta grew more, and...well probably was too big to have sex with the other enhanced dogs, and probably found regular dogs too stupid to develop feelings for...and past all that....well since Zeta was smart as a human, if not more, it was very likely Zeta grew a crush on her...and so when she realized Bella was signed up with such an agency...she decided to help her 'friend' by not letting anyone else get her, but also help with both of their needs....Bella knew Zeta was a hermaphrodite...and...well she knew Zeta did not just pay that much for her, or sign a life contract just to let her seat around the house all day. She was to 'earn' her keep. Bella was nervious again though....a human-intelligent animal meant while they normally would not get interest in a human...they now could...but...the rest of the world would say its illegal for an animal to get with a human...

    She realized the government probably covered up the experiments, and gave Zeta a background with a fake name as a 'human' so no one would know the truth unless they actually meet her.

    Side Note: While I am obviously leaning towards Bella. I am willing to play Zeta instead~