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Gah! Sorry. Holidays and stuff. I shall craft words in a pleasing manner soon. Probably not today because >work But soon. Very, very soon.

Yessss. Showdown. The place where I can only do things right in random battles. Also, that pun was worth it.

I have. Hilariously through me hitting the D instead of the C. Read that how you will.

I save compulsively now. "Oh... I'm about to enter the Pokemon Center? But save!"

>Spent forever leveling up a stupid bidoof for that Litleo. >Forgot to save before trading the Pokemon. >Hasn't saved since before even catching bidoof. >Gets a neutral nature, crappy IV, Unnerve Litleo. >My tears are eternal. (I didn't know where to post this that was relevant, so I highjacked my own thread)

The part of me that's been crafting long lasting roleplay characters giggles at the character development for my gal to see all these people die in front of her. Then the logical part is like "Da fuq, this is a casual thing. You can't just want everyone to die."

What have I done. My mere existence has created a fight club. Well, at least we all know the rules, right?

One of us... One of us... But no really, I probably should have looked at other people's powers before going "Hey, lets just make a generic power!" It's okay to blame me for the brutal death that's coming.

I forget if I mentioned this, or if you've changed your avatar but... Ark, your avatar has enough swag and Strider for everyone who's posted in this thread so far. Hi, Hypa! I typo'd your name three times, and because the first typo was "Hippo" I'm afraid I'll always associated you with that.

Name : Ayla Gender : Female Age : 55 (Appears around the age of 20) Species: Elven-human mutt. Physical Appearance: A modest young woman without too many sexualized curves and definitely lacking in the rack department, she breaks away from the cliche associated with her kind by appearing almost childish interms of development. That being said, she is still quite young and inexperienced. Her hair, white and akin to silk, falls down her body like water, bending at every curve, and staying close to her frame until it fizzles out just above her rump. Despite it's beautiful appearance, she often dismisses her hair by tying it away in a ponytail, or sticking it behind her hood. As to be expected from someone who is, effectively, in her teenage years, her tone is sharp and holier than thou. Sarcastic quips and eyerolls are a packaged deal with almost every response of hers. Character Backstory: Her young childhood remains an enigma to her, with her oldest memory being of when she was ten and "adopted" by a strange, farmer couple. Assumingly abandoned by her true parents, she Ayla grew up as a maid and general chore-doer for the farmer couple, never treated as a child, but rather a sort of being to do the gross chores when conveinent. Timid in nature and not one to fight for herself, she was sort of content with this life, but as time grew on and naivete took hold, she rebelled against the "slave driver" parents she had and ran away. Young, without much talents, and a foreigner in this world, she found it hard to get a footing in this vagabond lifestyle. That is, until she realized she could shoot arrows. With a talent to hone and her magical powers starting to take hold, she realized that she had an innate skill in terms of combat. Character Abilities: In terms of combat, her only real strength lies in archery. While not the best in the world, she's not to be frowned upon when handed a bow and three arrows. Sadly, shooting arrows can only get her so far. So, in most cases, she has to rely on what little magic she inherited from her elven side to be really useful in combat. Ironically, her powers don't lie in the clerical department, as most elves do, but instead the more paladin-esque field. For short bursts (Approx. 5 secs with a 30 sec cool down) she can "supercharge" anyone within reasonable distance (5 or so meters), making all of their attacks and her own considerably stronger. Because of her limited magical abilities, if she uses this too many times in succession she will become drained and substantially weaker, thus promoting a sort of "right moment timing" style of magic useage. Current Belongings: She typically wears robed clothing with darker colors, allowing her to blend into the shadows. That being said, her "armor" is a cloth robe that shrodes all of her body down to her shins. Beneath the robe she wears light, leather armor that's studded with some steel for added protection on those sweet spots. Crossed over her back, she keeps her bow and quiver, neither of which stand out beyond being a typical long bow with standard arrows. Reason for joining: Freedom and a sense of honor.

I was kidnapped, brainwashed, and then scared to this thread by a centaur. It's been an interesting day. I shall join your merrymaking and shenanigans shortly. After I finish reading the OP. Does it ever end..?

Your humor is wonderful, Kuro. Though, the fact that I laughed also brings into question my sanity and how long it's been since I've had decent human interaction... Thanks for the welcome, Finkel <3 Not everyone can be good, informed buyers, but we can all agree that the mystery box is incredibly enticing,

Mik, I am the smartest person. But I believe everyone is smart in their own way. Kuro, I've had awful experiences from Schrodinger. Last time I tried to buy a bookshelf and my books kept disappearing. Type, I play all of the Minecrafts. Been playing since 1.5. Yash, one is never late to welcome another person, they simply show up when the opportune moment arises. Now is your opportune moment.

You make me lul, Ark. I feel this may be the start of something... wonderful. And hello, Dark! Your avatar has the perfect expression to be wearing a Christmas hat. He's like "Yeah. I like Christmas. So what? Fa-la-la-la-la punk."