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Abraxas_Axis member of RPG for 1 years

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Honestly? I'm too tired.
74,336 words written.
471 total posts.
155 words per post.
19 posts per roleplay.
55 average days in a roleplay.
25 universes joined.
3.75 INK received in tips.

Basic Information

Username:
Abraxas_Axis
Location:
New York, USA
Age:
15
Occupation:
Student/Possible Psychic
Interests:
Homestuck, Order of the Stick, tabletop roleplays, video games - sandbox and RPG, X-Men and the general idea of superheroes, and memes.
Groups:
Began Role Playing:
13 Jul 2008
Favorite Role Playing Game:
D&D, Fate Core, Cypher System
Game Master:
Yes
Favorite Setting:
Pretty much any setting.

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Joined:
Mon Feb 26, 2018 9:07 pm
Last visited:
Tue Jul 16, 2019 7:37 pm
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Visual Appeal

Visual Appeal

Awarded for adding an avatar to your profile!

Friendly Beginnings

Friendly Beginnings

You posted your first topic in the Welcome Forum.

Author

Author

Wrote your first piece in a universe!

Arc Warden

Arc Warden

Successfully created a storyline arc in an existing universe!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Group Theory

Group Theory

You created your first group in a universe!

Storyteller

Storyteller

Added over 20 posts to a storyline arc!

Promethean

Promethean

Successfully created a universe for others.

World Builder

World Builder

Created your first non-default location in an RPG universe!

Conversationalist

Conversationalist

Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!

Person of Interest

Person of Interest

Created a character that was later followed by another user!

Inspiration

Inspiration

Another user created a post in a universe you created!

Property Buyer

Property Buyer

Awarded for making your first purchase in the Marketplace!

Salesman

Salesman

Another user purchased something you sold on the marketplace!

Historian

Historian

Created an arc with 100 or more posts.

Lifegiver

Lifegiver

Created a character in an RPG universe.

Universes

18 created.
0 active.
18 inactive.
0 completed.

Universes Created

The Creators

You are all powerful beings. You have been spawned in a void. What shall you create? (Note: NOT a Multiverse clone.)

Unmasked: Dissociative Mask Disorder

Superpowers and Horror in a Dark Eighties. Based off of the RP by the same name.

World Tree

A Problemsleuthian Interactive Webcomic-styled RP. Expect weird puzzle crap and incredible silliness.

The Bombs in the Sky

It's just a normal day. You're just an everyday, white-collar Joe working in some office in Washington D.C. And then bombs begin to rain down on the USA.

Time After Time

Something has intruded upon the space-time of our universe. If it gets too rampant, it could grind our timeline into a pile of mush. Enter the GS-TA.

Most Tipped Posts

1.00 INK received for post #2767898, located in Gambit's Bar:

St. John burst out from the door down to the storage room and into the common room. Surprisingly, the room was mostly empty except for one man sitting at the bar. However, there seemed to have been a recent scuffle here; many tables and chairs had been knocked down. John did his best to right them before sitting down at the booth and ordering some stout. He was tired; it had been a long day.
While he waited, he turned towards the figure sitting next to him, a humanoid creature dressed in bulky metal armor and listening to music from a Walkman. "Pardon me, sir, but do you know where I could find a Miss Gabrielle LeBeau? She owns this place," he asked. He was so tired he couldn't even shout, just speak.


0.25 INK received for post #2769524, located in Undisclosed:

(OOC - Okay, you know what? Screw it. I don't care that the author of this RP is dead, but I see it as having promise and so I would like to try to continue it. Maybe Sundayakasha might even come back. Anyone else in this RP, feel free to join in.)

Jenniffer sat alone in the library, reading.
It was one of the only things her father allowed her to do. After one incident involving a rather attractive boy, she wasn't allowed to interact with any male peoples. She resented him for it. Then again, she resented him for a lot of things.
She could read, write, paint and mess around on her phone, but only for videos and pictures. Her dad had an app to watch her activities. She wasn't allowed to have any friends. She had quite a few crushes, since she was, after all, an 18-year old girl, but Father would make sure she never carried any of them out. Thus, she read.
It was one of those boring old 19th century books, about some random chick in a prim dress travelling around the USA and interacting with polite, handsome gentlemen. They were extremely boring, but they were the only things her father would let her read. Another reason for hatred.
Her father walked up to her. "All right, Jenniffer, your time is up. Let's go. Put the book back." He never let her check out any books; he was not one for the fine arts.
"Alright, Father," Jenniffer said politely. She got off the chair and walked over to the shelves to put the book back. Father went out the doors to go start the car up.
As she put the book back, something caught her eye. It was a very large book, big enough that it looked like it could be used as a doorstopper. It also didn't look like anything that a prim and perfect lady would be reading. Someone must have misplaced it onto the wrong shelf, she thought. Well, I'll just do them a favor and put it back on the right place.
She picked up the book. It was quite heavy, and she gave a quiet grunt when she hefted it off the shelf. The cover was made of what appeared to be worn leather, and it felt oddly warm to the touch. In ancient ink, a title was printed on the cover in French. It read, "Les Origines du Septième Coven". She happened to take Latin classes at her school, and was able to translate the title to "The Origins of the Seventh Coven".
The title sent a shiver down her spine. It sounded decidedly gothic to her. However, she got some sort of strange sense of foreboding while holding it. Was it the odd warmness? The way the cracked leather cover seemed to her to hold secrets that should never be known?
Outside, she heard her father honk the horn. Without thinking, she deftly slipped the book into her backpack. Her father would hopefully assume it was just another textbook; he hadn't done backpack searches in years.
She ran out of the library and got in the car. Her father scowled at you. "What took you so long?"
"I was putting a book back on the shelf it belonged on. Someone had misplaced it," she replied carefully, hiding her odd fear.
Father nodded. "Good girl. It's good to see you helping the community."
"Thank you, Father." You bastard, she added in her mind.
The car drove away back towards her home.

(OOC - your turn.)