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TheNoremac42 member of RPG for 8 years

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Hi, I'm TheNoremac42 (as I prefer to be called on the 'net). I am 24. My history with roleplaying is quite long since I have been "roleplaying" before I even knew what it was! The beginning of my roleplaying "career" was when I started playing the (in)famous MMO "World of Warcraft". It is there I learned some of the finer points of roleplaying such as avoiding "mary-sueism", "godmodding", and character development. I love to create original tales of epic clashes between good and evil... righteous defenders of justice against powerful dark tyrants... light and shadow. Currently, I'm working on building my own business growing microgreens and plan on working my own land one day.
425,287 words written.
4,462 total posts.
95 words per post.
496 posts per roleplay.
336 average days in a roleplay.
9 universes joined.
9.75 INK received in tips.

Basic Information

Username:
TheNoremac42
Location:
Texas
Age:
24
Occupation:
Farmer
Interests:
God, farming, and writing.
Groups:
Began Role Playing:
0- 0-2006
Favorite Role Playing Game:
Fable, World of Warcraft, Skyrim
Game Master:
Yes
Favorite Setting:
Fantasy/Science Fiction

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Joined:
Fri Jul 15, 2011 3:10 am
Last visited:
Mon Nov 18, 2019 2:38 pm
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Most active forum:
Out of Character
(117 Posts / 2925.00% of user’s posts)
Most active topic:
Gods; A New Age.
(33 Posts / 825.00% of user’s posts)

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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!

World Builder

World Builder

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

Conversationalist

Conversationalist

Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!

Friendly Beginnings

Friendly Beginnings

You posted your first topic in the Welcome Forum.

Novelist

Novelist

Wrote over 80,000 total words!

Arc Warden

Arc Warden

Successfully created a storyline arc in an existing universe!

Party Starter

Party Starter

You created your first Quest!

Person of Interest

Person of Interest

Created a character that was later followed by another user!

Lifegiver

Lifegiver

Created a character in an RPG universe.

Visual Appeal

Visual Appeal

Awarded for adding an avatar to your profile!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Tipworthy

Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

Builder

Builder

Became a builder in a universe.

Group Theory

Group Theory

You created your first group in a universe!

Beta Tester

Beta Tester

This special medal grants the user special powers, including access to exclusive new features under development by RPG's design team. Remember: what happens in beta stays in beta!

Universes

2 created.
1 active.
1 inactive.
0 completed.

Universes Created

Chronicles of Khroniktus: Twilight Armageddon

The red sun rises over the war-scarred world of Khroniktus. For centuries, the free peoples of the Khroniktan Alliance have lived in a golden age of prosperity. However, in recent years rumors of darkness and danger have spread throughout the countryside.

Lost Mine of Phandelver

From the bitter, windswept steppes of the Endless Waste to the storm-lashed cliffs of the Sword Coast stretches a wide, wild land of shining kingdoms and primal wilderness, Faerûn is only one continent of the world known as Toril. (Under Construction)

Most Tipped Posts

2.50 INK received for post #2779482, located in Terminus Cave:

The Deathweaver ship coasted through the atmosphere like a phantom, and a faint hum drifted through the air as the vessel descended to its destination. It soared over rolling hills and darkened grasslands like a sliver of the void that was carved from the darkest corner of the night sky.

Several minutes later the vessel nestled between a grouping of hills, away from prying eyes, almost a mile away from the abandoned mines. The engines powered down, and then a small hatch on the side of the ship opened with a moaning hiss.

A dozen pools of miasmic black ink poured from the hatch and dripped onto the ground like tar. They writhed, churned, and morphed into grotesque humanoid shapes. Ichor dripped from wolf-like maws while long claws, like daggers, hung beside their incorporeal smokey bodies.

Then, as one, they vanished into the shadows and set out towards the cave.

The hunt was on.


0.75 INK received for post #2779840, located in Terminus Cave:

The shades snarled as Titania and her pokemon barred their path. Their eyes burned with primal fury as thin tendrils of crimson smoke leached from their gaseous eyes. They charged as one and slithered in the air like serpents with teeth and claws glistening with spectral frost.

The pack of dark spirits split in two, half ascending towards the roof and the rest slinking amidst the shadows. A deathly chill suffused the air as the upper shades opened their maws like pythons. They roared, long and terrible, with anguished cries that were like ice-cold daggers being driven into the mind.

Six Deathweaver Shades use Astonish!

Meanwhile, the other six shades vanished into the darkness. They become one with the shadows, stalking like silent wolves in order to surround their prey.

Six Deathweaver Shades use Phantom Force!


0.50 INK received for post #2787297, located in Eras:

King Neodin floated in the void. Time had become meaningless to him as he stood between Eras and Gaia, bathed in Leolik’s Everlasting Flame. He neither ate nor drank, but he only sustained himself from the divine spirit of his god as he offered his prayers up on behalf of Gaia and her children.

The nebula of divine flame bloomed like the wings of a great phoenix, shielding Gaia from the brunt of Eras’s influence. To those on the planet’s surface, it would appear as a great aurora that spread across the heavens. Neodin’s blade sat at the center of the inferno, stoic and unrelenting as Time itself.

“So speaks Ha’Ari,” Neodin began to prophesy, filled with the Flame, “The heavens shall darken and the skies will weep. The earth will boil and the oceans will turn to ash. Stars shall wither; and all that was, is, and could have been will come to an end. Such shall be the Eternal Night - the Great Unweaving - as the Last Creation shall be undone.

“But the song shall begin anew! There will come one of whom I am unfit to wash the dust from His feet. He shall carry the blood of a divine king, and His spirit shall be white as snow - one with the Everlasting Flame! The mountains will tremble at His name, and the great cedars shall bow at His passing! The Children of Gaia shall lift Him up, and His outcry will shake the foundations of the world!

“It will be through Him that Gaia shall be redeemed and Eras will be forever silenced, for whoever will follow Him shall be reborn by fire and water - and those who deny Him will be consumed by the Eternal Night. May heaven and earth stand as witnesses and wait upon Him, He who carries the name of Ha’Ari!”


0.50 INK received for post #2790970, located in The Skyfall Crypts:

Clomp…

Clomp…

Clomp…


“Reeaaagh-urk!” Sshhlick!

… Thud.


A steady march of heavy metal boots approached Eurander from further down the corridor. Amidst the phantasmal glow of a sea of soulless eyes, two flames emerged from the darkness. One was the clear red flame of a torch held high overhead, but the other was long, violet, and radiated a sinister otherworldly aura.

The violet flame spun and flashed, and one by one the sets of glowing eyes faded away. Bjorg appeared from the shadows like a wall of muscle and steel. He towered above Eurander, who came to his chest, as he shoved his way through the shambling corpses while barricaded behind a suit of black and grey plate armor that covered him from head to toe. A large shield, a double-bladed greataxe, and a bow and quiver hung from his back.

“Either you’re an incredibly lousy graverobber that had the bad fortune to wake up all these draugr, or we’ve got a necromancer on our hands. Ya’ve got two choices, boy. Run away like a milk drinker and follow my trail out into the mountains, or hold my torch so I can make better use of my other hand. I’ve got to warn ya, though. Things aren’t lookin’ too great out there, either.”


0.25 INK received for post #2481618, located in Wing City Police Department: First Floor:

Two months after the brutal attack on the Wing City Police Department a yellow cab rolled up to the curb. The door popped open and a figure emerged. Hardy glanced down the sidewalk and craned his head upward to inspect the building in front of him. He was clad in a white collar shirt and black tie beneath a dark overcoat. Smoke from the cigarette that dangled from his lips dissipated against the rim of his fedora.

Hardy heaved a sigh as he removed the cigarette and dropped it on the curb. He smashed it with his heel before removing a cardboard box from the taxi. The detective strode towards the Wing City Police Department headquarters and pushed the door open.


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