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Fandom [OOC] RWBY Saga: Generations After US

The Suspicious Eye

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Use this OOC to talk about whatever you want.
I understand we also have a discord account, but this can also be used for the sake of those who don't have access or can't often get on discord.
 
This is the posting format that I am proposing please tell me if you have any problems with it.
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[h]Character Name[/h][side=right]
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Location: (Where is your character)
Nearby: (Which Characters are nearby)
@Tags: (Tag people you are talking to or want to interact with)
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(Then post whatever you want here)
Ernest Hemingway

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Location: The Old Man and the Sea
Nearby: The Sea
@Tags: The The oldman and the Sea
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat. The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated. “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up. “I could go with you again. We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him. “No,” the old man said. “You’re with a lucky boat. Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said. “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave. I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said. “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said. “But we have. Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said. “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said. “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen. The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men
 
This is the posting format that I am proposing please tell me if you have any problems with it.
Code:
[h]Character Name[/h][side=right]
Insert Image here (Optional)
Location: (Where is your character)
Nearby: (Which Characters are nearby)
@Tags: (Tag people you are talking to or want to interact with)
[/side]
(Then post whatever you want here)
Ernest Hemingway

old-man-and-the-sea-31-638.jpg

Location: The Old Man and the Sea
Nearby: The Sea
@Tags: The The oldman and the Sea
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat. The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated. “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up. “I could go with you again. We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him. “No,” the old man said. “You’re with a lucky boat. Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said. “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave. I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said. “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said. “But we have. Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said. “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said. “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen. The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men
I like it. I don;t see the harm in wanting it to be neat and consist throught out the RP. Is it okay to have bg color?
 
Oh, still I didn't realize it was a secret, that's Blake's job XD, or technically Onyx's... But she is more open about what she is
 
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Title: Vale's Villains
Run by: The Suspicious Eye The Suspicious Eye KarenAKAMint KarenAKAMint Hibiscus Hibiscus
Additional Antagonist: ChazGhost ChazGhost
Difficulty: "That was it?" (aka: Easy)
Summary: Your mission is split into two separate teams. One team is in charge of making sure today's event goes well as crowd control. The other is in charge of watching over "From Dust Till Dawn." A local store that has been threatened with robbery, this is the fourth threat given to a local dust store and each has been robbed. Hopefully with your help the culprit will be caught.




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Title: Besting the Beasts
Run by: The Suspicious Eye The Suspicious Eye KarenAKAMint KarenAKAMint
Additional Antagonist: Open to All
Difficulty: "I came here to kick ass and chew bubble gum" (aka: Medium)
Summary: Your mission is to investigate and hunt the strange increase in hostile girmm that have appeared in the western regions of Vale.
Requirements: Eliminate 40/40 Beowolves and 30/30 Sobeck
Report your findings to Professor Shamrock once you've completed your mission.



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Title: The Running of the Bull
Run by: The Suspicious Eye The Suspicious Eye
Additional Antagonist: Open to All
Difficulty: "I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU CRY" :horns: (aka: Hard)

Summary: Your mission is secret. Your team will be heading to a military base a few miles up north of Mountain Glen to pick up your special escort. Your task is to move through the Grimm infested area of Mountain Glen and deliver the cargo UNHARMED to a small village of Korin down south. Approximately 30 miles south of Mountain Glen. You will be rewarded once you arrive at your destination.



Once you have decided on a quest every post should have the symbol above the post or just title your post the quest title (which is probably easier.)

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Quest: The Running of the Bulls
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Quest: Besting the Beasts
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Quest: Vale's Villains
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