G@ l@@k in a mirr@r s@metime. if y@u think I”M s@ bad i h@pe y@u can bare t@ l@@k y@urself.
And f@r the rec@rd.
I am a sexy bastard
AnonymousWhat FUCK N@! Why w@ult i ch@@se t@ walk int@ a dark r@@m when i c@uld s@ easly just ign@re it?
Anonymous“Where y@u are maybe.” He shivered and pulled a blanket around his sholders, the cool sea wind blowing in his window.
“I guess i c@uld just m@ve t@ an@ther r@@m, but that w@uld inv@lve m@ving my Huskt@p,” He looked around his room at the coiled and tangled cables. “And fuck if i am attempting t@ d@ that.”
“Maybe later if y@u stick ar@und th@ugh.” He Wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and chuckled to him self.
AnonymousAfter reading the questtion he takes a moment to consider. Obviously troubled. He speaks in a doleful voice.
“Unf@rtunately, my r@pes get far t@ tangled up t@ have much practical use…”
Slumping in his chair, he kicks a massive knot of ropes under his desk, only to tangle his foot up in them.
He smiles as he reads Esayne’s letter.
“Well that d@se s@und quite nice, but i am afrayed i will have t@ decline.”
He walks over to his partially demolished window and looks out over the land scape.
The rough mountain slopes away from his house in a drastic and dangerous way. Sharp rocks protrude from the sea almost a mile below.
“Its a little difficult t@ leave, s@ i tend t@ stay in.”
AnonymousPhoxis makes a sudden start ath the apparent highblood that is speaking to him.
“@h well, i c@uld never act as such t@wards y@u Y@urHighbl@@dedness,” He steeples his fingers and makes a submissive geusture.
“I @nly wish t@ teach the l@wbl@@ds where their place is, that is, bel@w us.”
His normal obviously pridefull smile creeps back on to his face as he makes a slight bow.
Your name is Phoxis Bospal.
You have a passion for ENGINEERING and BLACKSMITHINGand you love to build MODES OF TRANSPORTATION. Speaking of Transportation, you also love the low teck forms of transportation, mainly RUNNINGYou run so much you have even worn TWISTED PATHS into the MOUNTAINS where your hive is. You have a obsession with things that can FLY that is BORDERING ON FETISHISTIC. One day when you are older you wish to design and build VEHICLES SUITABLE FOR INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL. You enjoy PRANKS but you really suck at them, and actually ended up BADLY INJURING YOUR LUSUS, so you just stick to enjoying hearing about pranks others have pulled off. The things you have the most trouble with in your life are keeping things organized and untangled, All the cords and cables you have strewn throughout your hive are always badly KNOTTED AND TANGLED and you have gotten STUCK in them quite a few times. You have a insane amount of respect for the HEMOSPECTRUM and hold it so highly it has practically evolved into some sort of TWISTED RELIGION for you. One day you hope to serve HER IMPERIAL CONDESCE on the BATTLESHIP CONDESCENSION and roam around the universe conquering lesser species a.k.a all of them. In the meantime you are pretty much the prince of SNARK and you often get on peoples nerves PICKING FIGHTS across trollian is one of your favorite things to do, though you have never been seen in an actual hand to hand fight. Truth be told you avoid PHYSICAL CONFRONTATION like week old grubloaf. A Lot of the time you also spend trying to track down trolls with psionic powers, because you want one to power all of your flying machines and eventually POWER YOUR SPACESHIP that you will one day build. Honestly, its no wonder why you don't have many friends. What will you do now? -------------------------------- OOC Stuff: This blog is primarily post sGrub, so just as a warning if your questions have to do with Humans, Alchemizing, Phoxis' planet or his tittle expect confusion. At some point, yes, i will prolly shove him into the trials of the game, but on;y after he has a group of friends that could go in with him. After this point however i will start to introduce him to things that are not found on Alternia.
