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Scar.- Designer & member of RPG for 4 years

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A healthy dose of insanity, stupid humor, no life and fluent potty mouth all wrapped up into a fun package.

Officially done with the torture that is college... So, now my life has opened wide up to join all the RPs I can handle :D If interested just shoot a PM. I'm always open for private RPs or anything else.
555,046 words written.
497 total posts.
1,099 words per post.
10 posts per roleplay.
105 average days in a roleplay.
48 universes joined.
4.00 INK received in tips.

Basic Information

Username:
Scar.-
Age:
26
Groups:
Began Role Playing:
18 Sep 2007
Game Master:
Yes
Favorite Setting:
fantasy, sci fi

User statistics

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Fri Aug 07, 2015 8:25 pm
Last visited:
Mon Jun 17, 2019 11:13 am
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Most active forum:
Out of Character
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Most active topic:
The Descendants
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Contact Scar.-

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http://weyersamantha.wixsite.com/myportfolio

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Medals

Promethean

Promethean

Successfully created a universe for others.

Conversation Starter

Conversation Starter

Created your first topic!

Author

Author

Wrote your first piece in a universe!

Inspiration

Inspiration

Another user created a post in a universe you created!

Conversationalist

Conversationalist

Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!

Novelist

Novelist

Wrote over 80,000 total words!

Person of Interest

Person of Interest

Created a character that was later followed by another user!

Friendly Beginnings

Friendly Beginnings

You posted your first topic in the Welcome Forum.

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Awarded for adding an avatar to your profile!

Streamwatcher

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World Builder

World Builder

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

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Greeter

Greeter

Responded to 10 different topics in the Welcome Forum.

Lifegiver

Lifegiver

Created a character in an RPG universe.

Universes

20 created.
2 active.
18 inactive.
0 completed.

Completed Stories

Camp Athens Completed

A kind of Summer Camp where demigods train in battle and test their powers and skills to the max, readying them for whatever will threaten their lives.

Universes Created

Uninfected

[Semi Private] A infectious outbreak where the dead don't stay dead. But what happens when you're infected... And become more? When the undead aren't the only things that hunt you?

Tales From Courtmoor

Private RP between BrokenInk, CaptainHooligan & Scar.-

Unworthy of Valhalla

[ CLOSED ] Private RP

Camp Half-Blood : The Wrath of Ouranos

The rising of a long forgotten God brings 8 Demigods on a deadly quest to save Olympus and the world! ( PRIVATE )

Mirrored Perception

A sandbox for Scar.- & juliebarnes to further explore our characters.

Magic is Might II

Harry Potter is dead and the world has changed. Some fight to return it back to what it was while others defend what has become of it.

Sand Castle

Storage โ€” Sandbox โ€” Fun Look but don't touch ;p

...by leave of the King

A king grows desperate when war is on the brink. With no other choice, he turns to the prisoners in his own dungeons to try and stop the fight before it begins. [ Closed ]

Descendant Academy

An elite academy for the proteges of the universe's most powerful heroes... And villains. PM if interested - Always open to adding awesome characters :D

Lazarus

1x1 : Scar.- & purpletorment

Most Tipped Posts

0.75 INK received for post #2768574, located in Hogwarts:

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Entering King's Cross sent an excited, yet saddening wave over Victoire as she walked in step with her brother. Only one other time would she be where she is today, and that was when she'd leave Hogwarts for good. Thinking about it made her stomach turn in knots. Not only to no longer be part of the one place that really helped her figure out who she was, but the thought that once school was over... It might be the first time her and Louis are forced to go separate ways. She sighed and quickly suppressed the thought.

They were nearly to the platform when she saw a lost duckling in newly bought robes without any house colors, staring blankly at their ticket in confusion. She left her trolly with her brother, before making her way to the raven haired girl. Victoire squatted down to be at eye level with the girl. "Hello darling, having trouble reaching finding the platform?"

The girl didn't say anything, simply nodded her head. Victoire moved around beside her, placing a tender hand on the girl's back and pointed toward her brother with the other. "Watch." Moments later Louis disappeared through the brick column with his trolly, causing the girl to gasp in shock.

If anything, it seemed to intimidate the poor girl more, who clung to Victoire's Slytherin robes. She smiled placing a hand on her shoulder. "Want me to go with you?" She nodded her head. Thankfully her father stepped up beside her, placing a kiss on her cheek as he took Victoire's trolly so she could help the girl.

Once on the platform, whatever fears the little one had quickly washed away. She gave Victoire a hug and a sheepish, "Thank you." Before scurrying off toward the other first years.

Gods she'd miss this place.

In no time, Scorpius found his way toward them and pulled Louis away like an obedient victim. Victoire sighed and placated their parents as her brother disappeared into the train. She assured them that he loved them in his own weird way and listened to her parents' yearly 'be good' speech. It always sounded like the same nonsense parents always told their kids. But for the two of them it was different. It really meant, 'Keep Louis out of trouble.' And 'Louis, make sure you take care of your sister.' Oh, and of course, 'Victoire, stay in control.' All stuff she heard before, at length, before they headed for King's Cross.

She finally found her way onto the train after her parents smothered her with more hugs that necessary. Separated from their parents, Dominique quickly left Victoire to her own devices, choosing to never be alone with her after the incident those years back. She sighed once alone and found her way onto the train and to her brother's cabin. As what was expected, Scorpius and Victoire exchanged uncomfortable, bordering on disgusted glances as she took the seat across from them.

"Down Malfoy, I come in peace," she said without even looking toward the ill-tempered boy as she dug out her book, Secrets of the Darkest Arts, enchanted to look like Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them. Victoire moved her feet up onto the bench beside her and quickly slunk down into her seat, as she read her book drowning out anything Scorpius was doing.

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Once the opening ceremonies were finished, Victoire didn't find herself rushing off to dormitories like the others. No one had to say anything, she could feel it in the air... Their excitement at sneaking out to the shrieking shack to partake in the kick off party of the year. Another year of being the resident party pooper. She chuckled to herself at the thought of it and sighed as she slowly trudged her way down to the Slytherin common room.

In the past, Victoire would go but keep to herself, often reading a book in the corner or sitting on the porch of the shack with Nox as the parties roared inside. But this was her last year at Hogwarts. The last year to make memories that would last her a life time. She toiled over it all as she weaved her way through first years and congregated Slytherins who whispered about the party in hush tones. And as she reached her bed, Victoire decided that unlike before... This year, she'd try to make the most of it, including trying to enjoy the party.

The whole time she got ready her mind kept replaying, 'It's your last year, make it count.' Victoire didn't rush getting ready, because unlike everyone else, she wasn't itching to get their the second it all started. Baby steps. For her first step, dressing for a party. Victoire dug in her trunk, going back and forth between multiple outfits until she finally settled on one and forced herself into it before she could change her mind and wear something more typical.

As she prepared to leave the dorms far later than the others, she heard approaching steps and a disapproving grunt. "Where might you be going?"

Victoire pivoted on her heels, turning around to be met by Rebecca Abernathy. Syltherin's resident snob and gossip. One of the many reasons she never got an invitation. "I don't have time for this," she whispered to herself. Her hands grabbed the hem of her skirt, hiking it up slightly before she slide her right hand into the top of her boot.

"Woah, what in the bloody hell are you doing, Weasley?" Rebecca asked taking a step back, looking very confused.

Victoire rolled her eyes. What did the dumb girl think? She was going to try and seduce her? She withdrew her wand from within her boot and waved it toward the nosey gossip. "Petrificus totalus." Rebecca went rigid, then fell backward on the ground in the center of the common room like a domino. She slid her wand back into her boot and fixed her skirt. "Mind your own damn business," Victoire said as she stepped over the paralyzed girl and exited the commons.

It didn't take her long to get to a window that didn't show the depths of the Great Lake. She made her way over to it and pushed it open. Victoire checked the halls for any other students before climbing up onto the ledge and then letting herself fall. Once in the air like she had done so many times before, she shifted into animagus form. Black wings appeared where her arms once were and she cawed out happily as she flew toward the Shrieking Shack.

Victoire wasn't flying for long but a whole summer without magic made her itching to shift so that she could spread her wings. It was a free feeling, flying high above the world. Like she was untouchable. She could have stayed up there all night, but soon enough the shack came into view. Victoire flew down toward it and once she was a few feet above the ground, she shifted back into her natural form and landed gracefully on her feet.

She hesitated outside way longer than she should have, checking the protection and cloaking charms she put on the shack years past. And once she could not daly any further, Victoire stepped through the barrier. She was instantly hit with the overwhelming scent of moondew, sweat and alcohol. The thumping of the music sounded like it threatened to knock down the whole shack.

Victoire slowly climbed the steps up to the porch and with a deep sigh, she pushed open before she could turn back. Flashing lights colored everyone in shades of red, blue, yellow, then purple as countless sweaty bodies pressed against each other sharing in laughs, dancing or substances. Even with heels, Victoire's height worked against her. She couldn't scan the crowd for familiar faces. So, with a deep breath and her bravest smile, she started to weave her way through the crowd.


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