Four people is enough, I suspect. I've just had difficulties connecting to the internet lately.
Give me a lil to write something up, if you'd be so kind
@DanGriin You nay not. The CYOA is inspiration. Admittedly pretty strong, but still. Just try to make something about of equal power, aight?
@Stikes Nah, you're good thus far.
Well, that's enough interest for me. Character sheet is up, Futuristic - Awakened to the Fourth Wall character sheet , OOC is up, Futuristic - Awakened to the Fourth Wall OOC chat .
Name:
Names quickly grow to be unimportant to many awakened. Yet to just as many, they are forever held, permanent reminders that they are not just beings that shed their mortality. They are those that managed to retain their humanity while also surpassing it. Whatever name you choose, it...
@zerozero @DanGriin Of course!
@Stikes Not needed. I wasnt originally going to mention it, but as I wrote, I was pulling more inspiration off it than I thought.
@SirDerpingtonIV Coughs. Vehk would be proud.
The universe we live in is tiny, sparsely populated, and about as nurturing as a seasick crocodile. Or the Grinch. Sopmehow, in the cold expanse of space in the outskirts of what most know to be existence, some elemnts reacted, some stuff exploded, some lightning struck some mud, and then we...
accepting
action
adventure
cyberpunk
dystopian
lgbtq
magical
meta
multiverse
mystery
romance
sandbox
school
slice of life
super powers
supernatural
zombies
Name:
Swap
Age:
Ostensibly fifty, but seems remarkably older than he should be.
Sex:
Male
Race:
Human
Job Class:
Royal mage
Class:
Mage
Personality:
Swap is best described as dreamlike. Half lucid even when awake, he just adores sleeping, giving various reasons as to why he does...
Name:
Luke Miller
Age:
20
Gender/ Sexuality [Optional]:
Male, and far too arrogant to let himself be defiled by someone else.
Height/ Weight:
6'2, 190 pounds
Piercings/ Tattoos [Optional]:
And blemish his skin?
Sin:
Pride, obviously.
Reason for damnation:
Ruining at least three people's...
For once, Hue felt like he was kin with the cat. Everyone was being so... forthright. Far more than they should be. They had that gambler tell a story that sounded like it belonged in a manga about a kid trying to find his father, and then the pilin girl talked about... odd things, that he...
Yet again, Ophelia surprised Hue. She was quite... confrontational. After properly analyzing the words, however, he had to wonder for a moment if they meant anything more than 'I like to hear myself talk.' Nevertheless, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back, looking remarkably...
Hue narrowed his eyes at Ophelia. It was easy to forget that these were all criminal masterminds, likely sociopaths, who as a general rule weren't good people. He knew he wasn't a good person, at least. Why, just before... No, now was not a time to get lost in thought. "Of course I will," he...
Hue rubbed his head on seeing Khalil enter, deciding to ignore Ophelia's flirtations. Dangerous... He stood by his easel to allow them all access to his room without getting in a group hug. Though the asylum treated the inmates somewhat well, the cell was still made for one person, and Hue...
Hue just scratched the back of his head, adjusting quickly to her talking style. He turned to Kage, waving, wondering when he had turned out to be sociable. The mask always muffled her natural colors, which irritated him. Made her harder to read. Still, always glad for attention, he spread...
He looked at the landscapes she seemed enamored with. Lots of sunsets and sunrises, paintings with as many possible colors as he could manage, unmatched composition, and even room for his kind of colors, if he ever got his inkwell. Drawn in by his own art, he barely noticed her question, but...
"Yes, yes, maybe, occasionally, no, no, and I don't know." Hue rubbed his head. She was a bit of a handful, he could see that. But, too polite to stop, he simply nodded, parsing her questions and answering them in order. "To elaborate more: I paint. I'm quite good at it. Yes, I can paint...