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Fabricator member of RPG for 12 years

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148,806 words written.
288 total posts.
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54 average days in a roleplay.
48 universes joined.
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Username:
Fabricator
Location:
Northumbria
Age:
34
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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Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!

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Wrote over 80,000 total words!

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Completionist

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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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Even though it had barely been a moment since sheā€™d decided that the best course of action was to charge headlong at a dragon, a living, fire-breathing dragon no less; Fiona was already having doubts. Her muscles were screaming at her in protest as she was only clinging to consciousness and managing to stay upright due to the adrenaline buoying her along, so while her initial rush forward had been full of energy and jubilation, sheā€™d slowed a little as she tried to plan how best to attack the creature.

Though, the others who were already engaged with the beast seemed to be slowly gaining the upper hand, or at least were still alive and hadnā€™t been roasted as of yet as they were attempting to pin down its wings. The bursts of flame shooting through the night were definitely disconcerting, especially when one of them impacted directly in front of her, causing Fiona to have to dive backwards and rolling painfully across the grass as she cursed emphatically.

Stumbling back to her feet, Fiona glanced round and spotted one of the other girls dashing off into the forest after shouting that she could ā€˜fix thisā€™ with what seemed to be a purpose given her sudden rush. Though it could just as easily have been to just get away from the dragon, which was probably the most sensible approach of any of them; but Fiona didnā€™t think that was what she was doing, especially after telling everyone she could sort this mess out.

Almost as soon as the girl had vanished from sight there was movement between the trees, between all of the trees, all around them. ā€oh fuck right off.ā€ she screamed into the increasing downpour as her eyes moved from one slowly emerging figure to the next as what looked to be dozens, if not hundreds of all kinds of monsters from a myriad of nightmares. The roar of a chainsaw split the night and Fiona couldnā€™t help but laugh, a little manically perhaps, at the sight of the girl driving the gnashing teeth into the dragonsā€™ scales.

Despite reading her blades to fight back against the first creature that would reach her she made no moves towards any of them as she could feel the fight in her ebbing away as exhaustion stole over her. Thankfully, they were taking their time to close the distance but when a growling pair of satyrs charged the last few feet, she leapt forward to meet them.

However, at the exact moment her knives met with their flesh, both of her two assailants as well as all the other shadowy creatures that were bearing down on her suddenly vanished. Without the stopping power of actually engaging with another combatant the surge that had carried her forward continued and set her once more crashing hard into the dirt.

Sheā€™d manage to register that everything that had been threatening them nearby, even the dragon was just no longer there, so feeling quite fed up of this whole night she rolled over onto her back just lay there for a while to catch her breath as she groaned in pain.

It could have been a few minutes or even hours later that the voice came over the Tanoy system directing everyone back towards the arena.

"Uh... Hey everyone, it's Andy. It looks like whatever was going on has stopped. Most of camp seems to be in ruins and I know a lot of us need medical attention. The arena appears to be mostly intact. We should regroup there to rest and get a head count. After some much needed rest, my brother and I will work on repairing cabins and cleaning up camp. Uh... Bye? Over?"

Fiona felt a similar lost of time between hearing the voice and actually getting to her feet, just about managing to put one foot in front of the other as her head swam and her body ached. She was dimly aware that she probably didnā€™t have a cabin to return to necessarily as one or more of the minotaurs had smashed her bed apart when sheā€™d first awoken to this hell. Sheā€™d put her knives away, and was nursing the arm sheā€™d dislocated earlier as the pain in the shoulder joint was making itself heard now that the adrenaline had almost entirely faded.

She could just about manage to put one foot in front of the other barely registered the other campers moving around till she walked straight into one of them inside the arena, having either zoned out or just fallen asleep on her feet.

ā€Hey, Nickā€ She mumbled a little, her eyes blinking as she tried to clear the bleariness from her vision. ā€Hell oā€™a first night in camp, eh?ā€ She was wobbling a little on her feet as she gave the son of a Poseidon a tired grin.



Veronica was definitely feeling a little flighty and on edge given the events of the night so far, and the vampire writhing on the floor certainly hadnā€™t helped for her state of calm. Though the newest arrival at camp was certainly improving the mood as far as she was concerned, even if they were all looking a little worse for wear.

The touch of Ethanā€™s hand on her shoulder made her start for a moment before she felt her anxiety subside a little, though there was some resistance as her own powers pushed back against his slightly. Before he was able to enforce complete serenity upon her Benjy raised his hand and the small clearing was suddenly filled with blinding light which caused Ethan to step back and turn to where Daniel was finishing the Vampire off.

While Ethan was speaking to Daniel the newcomer had turned to speak to her, though sheā€™d caught him stealing glances at her already, as if she hadnā€™t noticed.

ā€Are you ok?ā€ The boy asked, his breathing heavy from his magical light.

Veronica smiled coyly and leant closer to him, her fingers lightly brushing against his arm as she breathed ā€Iā€™m better now.ā€ as soon as the words left her lips she closed her eyes and mouthed ā€˜fuckā€™ to herself before inching backwards slightly. Her body often had a mind of its own when she wasnā€™t careful, and she needed to keep a better hold of herself. ā€Sorryā€¦ā€ she whispered, blushing with embarrassment.

However, the boy had stepped away and was resting against a nearby boulder, or at least what had been a boulder. Veronica jumped backwards from the monster that had suddenly appeared and was beginning to transform into a chest trying to devour the boy. Despite the jolt causing all of her injuries renewed pain she did her best to move forwards, using her makeshift walking stick as a club to beat the mimic as best she could though not to much success.

Just as the chests fanged lid slammed shut around Benjy, much to Veronicaā€™s frustration at her futile efforts, it vanished into a puff of smoke and dust leaving him lying unmoving on his back but thankfully not any further injured. She couldnā€™t help letting out a burst of laughter at the sudden luck that found them she lent down slightly to offer her hand to the prone boy if he needed help to stand

ā€Hey there, Iā€™m Veronica, are you ok?ā€ She smiled with visible relief that the creature hadnā€™t done him any harm.

After Daniel had collapsed and the Mimic had vanished, Ethan had turned back to Veronica, offering to take her with them to the Infirmary though no sooner had he done so the night was filled with the crackling sound of a womanā€™s voice over the speakers of the camp advising everyone to head to the Arena. Ethan had then picked up Daniel and slung him across the back of the horse along with before riding over to her and Benjy, offering now to take her to the Arena with him instead of the Infirmary.

ā€Youā€™ll be better with just the two of you, Iā€™d be afraid Iā€™d fall off or all of us could. Daniel could do with getting back sooner anyway.ā€ she glanced over at the others and then turned to smile warmly up at Ethan ā€Iā€™ll just walk back with them, thanks.ā€

Nodding in response Ethan pulled on the reins and made sure to steady Daniels prone form before nudging the horse into a canter in the direction of the Arena. Once there he did his best to help Daniel back down and made him comfortable on one of the benches ringing the Arena before seeking out someone to help check him over.

After watching the horse ride off, Veronica turned back and walked over to where the other two were, thinking it would be best for them to travel back to the Arena together. Just in case there was still dangers in the Forest even if everything seemed to have calmed now.


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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 wouldnā€™t have noticed if anyone had come. There were many ideas going through his head, but the first thing that couldnā€™t help be on his mind was his half-sister, Liv. She was intent to hate him, and he didnā€™t entirely blame her. He had a Devil-May-Care attitude which deeply contrasted the woman who desired her fatherā€™s approval and kingdom the most. He had always wanted to be normal, but his father couldnā€™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 neednā€™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 didnā€™t know what it was, but the music was honestly the last thing on his mind when Veronica finally permeated his thoughts. He wasnā€™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 hadnā€™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 Nicholasā€™ 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 couldnā€™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. ā€Youā€™re clearly confusing me with my mother. After all, sheā€™s the predator and sheā€™d devour you whole.ā€ Even if her words had been a little aloof, she was most certainly getting a good look at him despite herself, and it wasnā€™t an unpleasant view at that though the conversation could be better. She couldnā€™t exactly blame him for bringing up her mother, especially since sheā€™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.

ā€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 wasnā€™t sure where the anger was coming from; especially since his sudden dive into lust had come out of nowhere. It wasnā€™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 couldnā€™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 couldnā€™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! Iā€™m likeā€¦. 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 womanā€™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 justā€¦. Ran. He didnā€™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 hadnā€™t even gotten out of him. The way heā€™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, hadnā€™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 hadnā€™t even considered that her familial gifts would affect other demigods, in fact, sheā€™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 heā€™d escaped because sheā€™d seen what her powers made people do and couldnā€™t help a shiver at the memory; whether from excitement or dread, she wasnā€™t entirely sure.

Given that the adrenaline sheā€™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 sheā€™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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