Demaci...huh?

"26th of January, 21 CLE. I'm unsurprisingly partial to being down in these mines for as long as I have. Everything seems so much dimmer and darker, even when we come out of the mines. While everyone else seems to be so much more interested in all these glistening minerals, I personally feel more at home with a stick of dynamite in one hand and a pickaxe in the other. Although, with all this shifting rubble I hear up above, I'd much rather be in a warm bed than down here. Those Noxians better not be pulling any shenanigans, us Demacians have staked a claim to this mine! - Marshall Winans, apprentice miner. (#1 Loadstone Mining Consortium (LMC) mine)"

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Couldn’t help myself after I saw this post from leaddybum…

[kalamandra49er]

[[ almost halfway to ten followers

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Lurching off of the overstuffed wagon that seemed to carry the remnant amongst the horizon, he finally hopped off as he found his mark. The Noxian-Demacian border, usually ravaged by war, had fell silent as the chill of night had overswept them. Everything seemed quaint for the most part, but it was within his peripherals that Marshall had seen a spark. Sparks were, to anyone invested in explosions, brilliant. Teetering over the border to a land where he was unwelcome, he wanted to see more.

Sonder smiles, glad to be out at night. It’s pleasantly cool on her too-warm skin, and a silent border seemed like a good place to practice without being noticed. I’ve never seen the scrims, anyway.

The scrims were dotted all around the edges of Noxus and Demacia both, each city-state trying to find an advantage over the other. They were called that for the frequent squabbles between locals; scrimmages, weapons and magic flaring up briefly before things calmed down again.

For now, she doesn’t care where she is, just that it’s a place she can freely practice her casting. Sparks light up the sky above her like stars- in the space of half an hour, she’s ruined every bit of vegetation in her joyful, destructive dance.

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Marshall's lips curled in anticipation for something that would never come, watching and waiting much like a dog would in leu of its master's return. Fire, fire, fire. Fire had always been what he had thought to be his friend, yet knew that the volatile substance could easily bring him to an untimely demise should he anger it. With a tip of his makeshift hat in the other's direction, he watched the display with a vibrant interest.

Just like any Noxian he could have thought of, she was snakelike; but this one was different from the rest he had seen. The pythons she held acclaim to as hands defensively spitting out their acidic fire in every direction - sans any hissing, the supplement being the comforting noise of kindling flare. He had never truly approached the scrims, but this tempting site made him want to fly closer to the sun far more than before. As with the sun, however, and as with the fire, he knew just what would melt his wings and send him plummeting. Left aghast, all the simple-minded miner can utter is the word, "Shucks.."

[kalamandra49er]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

The Kalamandan's lips pursed in thought, his appearance almost houndish as his fingers fondled the scruff of his chin. Thoughts; the past. He couldn't say that he remembered much before the stasis outside of the hazy outline with a few concrete details here and there. His head lowered, as did his arms, retreating into the pockets of his minutely tattered pants with a shrug and a low sigh (moreso a hum, than anything). Finally, the thoughtful grimace melts away into a warm smile, and he gives a nod of his head in appreciation.

"It was some multi-territorial bar..Lots of dancing and laughing, I wonder what the occasion was for."

His laugh was gracious, his words pensive and slow as they left through his slightly accented lips. For a moment there, his eyes resurfaced from their deep plunge of thought; he seemed happier to remember the past than to look forward to this future.

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Medical!Anon here- if he's 5'8, but only weighs 130 pounds, he's /very/ skinny! If that's what you're going for, carry on, but I thought you might wanna know. Welcome to Tumblr!

Thank you for the consideration and overview of my character's physical anatomy! His weight'll probably be cumulative and up for change as the character fleshes out, but as with the stasis, he's bound to be below average. I'll probably adjust the weight in accord to what you've said, but I want to thank you again!

hello tumblr im wearin me kilt :^)

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The blog is now complete and open! I'm more than happy to roleplay with anyone who sends an ask or plots or something, and I look forward to to roleplaying with any and every one of you!