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Fabricator member of RPG for 9 years

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135,533 words written.
282 total posts.
481 words per post.
6 posts per roleplay.
39 average days in a roleplay.
48 universes joined.
1.25 INK received in tips.

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Username:
Fabricator
Location:
Northumbria
Age:
32
Occupation:
Technomancer
Interests:
Reading, Writing, Roleplay, Archery, Skiing, Snowboarding, Computer Games, Board Games, 3D modelling, Photo Manipulation., Mechanisms, Devices
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Began Role Playing:
0- 0-1994
Favorite Role Playing Game:
Pathfinder
Game Master:
Yes
Favorite Setting:
High Fantasy.
Twitter:
@PurpleHeartPoet

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Joined:
Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:32 pm
Last visited:
Fri Sep 03, 2021 11:16 am
Medals:
8
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Most active forum:
Out of Character
(1177 Posts / 9053.85% of user’s posts)
Most active topic:
Pantheon Cataclysm
(148 Posts / 1138.46% of user’s posts)

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Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!

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Wrote over 80,000 total words!

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Helped write the story of a universe that survived until the end (marked as "Completed") and was published to the Library.

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Created a character in an RPG universe.

Completed Stories

Scattered Dreams, Fragmented Reality Completed

To the average person, a dream is just a glimpse into an impossibility and nothing more. To those few, however, it is the place your inner self--your persona--lives, where your imagination thrives. And this connection is all that may keep you alive...

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1.00 INK received for post #2820394, located in Camp Athens:

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Daughter of Aphrodite
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Son of Poseidon
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As Veronica continued to lightly strum her fingers across her guitar her sweet voice, though quiet and half-whispered to herself, was being carried by the wind across the almost entirely deserted arena. While most certainly an unmistakable and captivating sound, the occasional flower petal drifting in the wind suggests that perhaps her voice is filling more of the space than it ought.

Nicholas had been quietly surveying the Arena for quite some time, and he honestly wouldn’t have noticed if anyone had come. There were many ideas going through his head, but the first thing that couldn’t help be on his mind was his half-sister, Liv. She was intent to hate him, and he didn’t entirely blame her. He had a Devil-May-Care attitude which deeply contrasted the woman who desired her father’s approval and kingdom the most. He had always wanted to be normal, but his father couldn’t help but be stuck in old traditional ways. You know - keeping his seat firmly masculine without all the softness of a woman. His thoughts were a bit loud; too loud to allow other noise in.

Of course, there needn’t be a lot of noise when the radiating aura of an Aphrodite child would suffice to alert him. They just had a natural allure. Pheromones? Godly beauty and power? He didn’t know what it was, but the music was honestly the last thing on his mind when Veronica finally permeated his thoughts. He wasn’t one to be mad about a beautiful woman distracting him, though.

He crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head, and offered up a quick grin. "I know a child of the goddess of sex and beauty when I see one," he remarked casually, uncaring that it probably hadn’t been the best way to start out the conversation. Typically, he might just say "Hello", but when he has the hard-hitting powers of Aphrodite spinning his hormones out of control. How else should he act?

The sound of Nicholas’ voice was almost immediately followed by a sharp screech of metal as Veronica jumped causing her fingers to slip across the strings. Caught a little off-guard she turned to look up at him, letting her eyes linger a little on her rippling physique as she calmed her breathing after the shock brought her back to reality.

He took a moment to brush some of his long hair out of his face, "Come to get a good look at the son of Poseidon, hm?" Again, a goofy grin overtook his sharp features as his mouth and thoughts went on a one-way track to either getting smacked or making a girl flustered. Either way, he couldn’t really control himself despite his mind screaming at him to stop.

A faint smile spread across her face as she laughed at the terrible attempt at a pickup line as she laid her guitar down gently on the stone next to her. ”You’re clearly confusing me with my mother. After all, she’s the predator and she’d devour you whole.” Even if her words had been a little aloof, she was most certainly getting a good look at him despite herself, and it wasn’t an unpleasant view at that though the conversation could be better. She couldn’t exactly blame him for bringing up her mother, especially since she’d done much the same which only served to fan the flames of her annoyance even further.

Swinging her legs around on her makeshift bench she pushed herself into a standing position and edged a little closer. The move felt unusually bold for her, with her red-hot anger driving her forward before the panic she could feel bubbling inside could pull her back.

”I could ask you the same thing, pretty boy since you're the one disturbing my relaxation. So, what should I call the great 'son of Poseidon'? since I don't want to keep calling you pretty." her voice had taken on a sardonic tone and she hoped her it had been free of the tremble she could already feel having spread from her fingertips to her limbs, a cross between excitement and terror as she continued to bluff confidence she didn't exactly feel.

He wasn’t sure where the anger was coming from; especially since his sudden dive into lust had come out of nowhere. It wasn’t like he asked to be smitten by the daughter of Aphrodite. Whatever was happening, it confused the shit out of him. Did he say something stupid? He must have, but he just couldn’t control himself. His brain kept telling him that he really fucked up, but his body was saying something else entirely. The mind and body couldn’t agree, and this left the son of Poseidon deeply perplexed.

He started to walk backwards because there are weapons here! Granted, the children of Aphrodite had the strength of twigs, but he did not sign up to accidentally offend a woman. He was a lot better than that as a man. Normally. He held both of his hands up, palms toward her, "It looks like we got off on the wrong foot! I’m like…. Totally confused, man. Er - woman. Er - you just keep doing your thing." He gave her finger guns as an expression, as that was all he could think to do. You know what they say - something about a woman’s wrath or whatever.

He turned his back toward her because if he stuck around he might end up putting his foot into his mouth. Then he ran away! He just…. Ran. He didn’t even care where he ended up.

Veronica just stood in shock, speechless as she watched the retreating figure of, well, the pretty boy whose name she realised she hadn’t even gotten out of him. The way he’d been acting had certainly been a little forward, definitely flirtatious and she'd attempted to return in kind but had just scared him off instead. Which had been what she was aiming for, hadn’t it? She had complained about him disrupting her peace after all, and now it was all she was left with.

Now she thought about it, remembering the slightly glazed look in his eyes she let her body sag slightly as she groaned loudly in frustration, which almost turned into a scream as it fell into place. She hadn’t even considered that her familial gifts would affect other demigods, in fact, she’d been hoping for a slice of normality, or at least her romanticised idea of normal at any rate. Even so, she breathed a mild sigh of relief that he’d escaped because she’d seen what her powers made people do and couldn’t help a shiver at the memory; whether from excitement or dread, she wasn’t entirely sure.

Given that the adrenaline she’d felt earlier was subsiding she just felt a little dejected and mused over the fact that her first encounter with another divine offspring had not gone well, hopefully, the next one would. She leant against one of the nearby pillars for a moment to catch her breath before returning to where she’d left her possessions and settled back down with her guitar resting across her lap, glancing around a little more warily in case someone else decided to jump out of hiding.


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