"What kind of music do you listen to?"
That's a bad one. Especially if a cute girl is asking. I can't really say Old School Death Metal without being insta friend zoned and if I just say Metal, it is automatically assumed I listen to bands like Black Veil Brides. Eugh.
I have two of these experiences.
The first dates back to when I was in the eighth grade. Those were good times. Halo Reach had come out and I was playing it non-stop. I remember staying up all night on Friday nights playing invasion. Good times. Now I made my mistake letting my little brother...
I think I would like to be cremated. Also another interesting thing to do would be to donate my body to law enforcement, so they can use it to train officers how to find bodies that have been dumped out in the woods or something like that. Obviously it has to be one or the other.
(Oh!I'm sorry mono! Ive had this page open for a while and didn't refresh before I posted! My bad.)
Purist spent the next few days silently preparing for the journey with the new group he had been inducted into. He had mustered what he had and asked and received what he needed from the group...
The strange Hylian shifted awkwardly. "Absolutely... So when are you planned to headout?" Purist was beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable standing in the street. "And perhaps we could find some other place to talk?"
(Many apologies for being inactive! My current computer blue screened and stopped working. So I am using this one as a replacement for now.)
Purist was taken aback at Raenis's reaction. "Ah... Uncharted? Are you expecting the locals to be a problem?"
"Lanayru?" Purist chuckled. "My teacher has mentioned that place a few times. I have never been there before. Why on earth would you go there?" Purist smirked.
"Payment?" Purist's ears perked up at this, but his manners got the best of them. "I cannot accept that. But a journey would be more than welcome." Purist then motioned to the Hammer on his shoulder. "And of course I can fight. I may be an acolyte but I have my fair share of combat experience...
(Sorry about the lack of post guys! I have been extremely busy!)
"Uh..." Purist was taken aback by his response. "It is something I must do if I want to become a Paladin of my order. I am currently an acolyte." Purist awkwardly brought his hand to his forehead. "I was trying to see about...
Purist smiled sheepishly at that remark by Raenis. "Of course. Just being courteous." Purist looked around awkwardly. "I presume our meeting is working into the grand scheme of things. I am seeking out a pilgrimage."
"Worship you?" Purist looked over Raenis. "Of course not. I am faithful to Din, not her Avatar. But this does intrigue me deeply. I have only heard mention of you before." Purist held out his hand. "My name is Purist. And yours?"
(My bad guys. I'm used to roleplaying differently where making a character do a bit of dialog is fine. Wasn't trying to mess anything up. Won't happen again. And no, Purist has his hair in a top knot.)
Purist began to notice the strange congregation around him. "Well know I've done it!" He...
The outstretched hand confused the dazzled Purist. "Are you alright?" The female figure asked. "How long have I been here looking at this mark?" He snapped to his senses and quickly swept his hammer towards him and retrieved the symbol on the ground. It was somewhat hot to the touch. "Uh."...
Purist stood observing the castle gate. The guards he had tailed had already slipped in. Why had he come here? What could would it have done? Purist was starting to become frustrated with himself. "I am utterly lost and I haven't even left the city!" He thought to himself. He sat there for a...
School and my friends (who I am really thankful for don't get me wrong) are making me realize how much of a pariah I am. I don't know how to feel about that really.
Purist stood forlorn outside of a stable. All the money he had wouldn't be enough to get him out of the city. How would he go his pilgrimage now? Purist then noticed some soldiers carrying supplies towards the castle. Something inside of him decided he might as well see where they were going. So...
Throughout high school I would have to say I have been in a clique. I don't know if I should call it "freaks and geeks" or "Counter-Culture is still a Culture". It's weird to say the least, and a surprisingly diverse group.
I'm going through the realization that I will probably never have someone to talk to with about my worst issue. It makes me feel alone, now more than ever. Times are tough.
(So I go out with some friends for Wing Night and I come back and I missed a whole bunch! xD Alright. Gonna try to figure out how to get included in this desert thing.)
Purist was having trouble taking in all the sights before him. He had run brief errands to the market before, but never had he...
Purist breathed in the cool morning as the sun tentatively shed its first morning rays into the court yard of the Temple. The young man sat there, perched on a stone in the small garden, meditating. Purist was broken from his concentration when he heard the footsteps of someone entering the...
Man, this looks like this could be a really good RP!
Name: Purist
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race/Species: Hylian
Description: Of an average size, He has kempt long blonde hair which he keeps in a top knot. He has sharp facial features and keen grey eyes. He has a muscular build and...
I'm not really that picky when it comes to food. I just have two foods I try to avoid. Mushrooms and Olives. I am a bit more tolerant to mushrooms but I can't stand Olives.
Well I think my long term crush finally figured things out. She doesn't like it.
She has become considerably colder to me lately and is very quick to push me away.
I may be wrong. Maybe there is something else going on. It still is troubling me.
A few of my friends have already gotten tattoos. I have toyed with the idea, but I'm not entirely sure that it's for me.
Not getting any piercings. Definitely not for me.