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This is a journal about roleplay.

In that I have created this journal because some of my roleplay games have requested an OOC journal, and I'm likely going to get the hell off of LJ completely. They're really making me nervous over there.

There won't likely be much in this journal, but this doesn't mean I don't love you all.

I'll get up a pup list at some point. Too lazy, sorry. Instead, I'll likely just toss apps up here, when I don't have anything else to do.

There is a character list--see below!
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currently on writing hiatus
William Dugan
original character
previously of Maison de Portes
Dr. Kingdom Diogenes Swann
original character
previously of Stolen New York, City of Keys, and Exsilium
Gabriel Samedi
original character
previously of Dear Multiverse on LJ
original character, Hellboy/BPRD universe
previously of Dear Multiverse on LJ
Gabriel St. John
original character from Sigil, DnD universe
previously of City of Keys
Noah MacManus, aka Il Duce
The Boondock Saints
previously of Paradisa
Mr. Grey
original character
previously of Dear Multiverse on LJ
Julian "Pendragon" Black
original character
original character
previously of Dear Multiverse on LJ
Dr. Marco
original character
previously of Dear Multiverse on LJ
Dr. Walter Bishop
previously @The Last Resort
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stuff from quite a while ago, from a game called 'babylon 2.0' (which can be found on a google search, but it's been dead for a few years), a post-apocalyptic world that had some really lovely concepts and potential, but it never got fully off the ground. I was thinking about the characters I had out there, so I went looking and lo, I found them! Oh frabulous joy, so here they are. I might use them in the future. I never did get a chance to use Jule in game, unfortunately.

One thing I really liked about this game was the use of TVtropes. The mods had certain tropes they wanted to fill, and you could pick from a long list of them. Once they were filled, unless you had a good reason, it was pulled out of play. It was yours. And it was fun.

Hopefully the format doesn't puke out. It's mostly copy/paste.

Gabriel Samedi, outlander )


Julian Michel Black, cyberhack with dreams of Eden )
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Gabriel's app for Maison

under construction )
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City of Keys, for Swann

app )
tickety_boo: (stylin)
City of Keys, Gabriel

app )
tickety_boo: (billygrin)
(this is a post from the prior game I'd been playing Dugan in. It's out of context, so it won't make much sense on it's own, but it's a sample of my writing and of the character himself.

(And it's over 300 words long, which was the other reason I chose it.)

"Dealin' with demons only gets ye into trouble." In the lavatory? He'd have trouble going for a while, his imagination all too vivid for comfort. Now that he had their book... "Though I dinnae how much I'd be able to avoid 'em if ye say it's where you got it." The book made his nerves tingle in the worst way, moreso than the ones he surrounded himself with. He'd grown accustomed to the itch and the vague burning he felt, even through his gloves and clothing.

When he'd first rested his hand on the page, he felt nothing but the usual sting, but it grew quickly to a gnawing pain. William jerked his hand back from the feeling, a thousand tiny mouths with sharp teeth nibbling at his skin. What was this thing?

"I... dinnae know that going north will be much of a boon if they're going t'kill us all." If that was going to happen to begin with. But William has always taken about half of what Elsbeth said with a grain of salt. The other half, he's put to more-or-less not something to ignore. The problem was, finding which half was which. "Mebbe they're going to burn the millenium dome, that hideous monstrosity." He had meant it to be humorous, but it fell dreadfully flat.

He leaned over. The smell was more than fish, an odor of something dark and lumpy and hungry. It crawled up his nose and coiled around his brain, giving him the beginnings of a colossal headache. It pulled at it, deep to the potent energy locked up there. It wasn't the language that was familiar, but the way it was written. It stunk of riddles.

Perhaps it was best kept in his hands, as long as it took to figure out what it was, what it might mean.

"How much time d'ye think we have, milady?"


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