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  2. For the Writers

    1. Member Intros

      All our member intros can be found in here. This should be your first stop after reading our info & joining.
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    2. Plot Central

      In here you\'ll find sub-forums for want ads, mini-game ideas, brainstorming, and other requests. Regular plotting can go in the main forum.
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    3. Extras

      Other handy things to help with headcanons, tracking things, and the like can be found here.
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    4. Character Files

      All characters who are not mini-game specific ones can be found in the sub-forums here. Please make sure you post in the correct one!


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  3. Mini-Games

    1. Anvaltia - High Fantasy Panfandom

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      The mysts connect all worlds. It is said that there is a God who found himself and his followers lost in the mysts when they first formed, and that this God is the one who now opens the way for others, but this has never been confirmed or denied.

      The mysts have long been spoken of in many cultures and places, but few actually encounter them before or after death. Those who do have found themselves in other worlds they may have only dreamed of in the past. A select few have found themselves between the mysts, where anything is possible. It is here that Anvaltia was first formed.

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    2. Awake My Soul - Reincarnation Panfandom

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      Reincarnation is real. It doesn\'t work quite like expected however, with those reborn pulled into a new world to live out their next lives, with hints of their pasts surfacing in unexpected ways.
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    3. Pandæmonium - Fantasy Panfandom

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      The Gods have a new toy - beings from other worlds they've placed in their own world, to see what happens. These gods are fickle at best and have destroyed their own creations, leaving behind only a small handful of survivors. The city these outsiders established uses magic locals fear and conflict is sure to arise.

       

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    4. Shades of Ibrovion - Original Fantasy

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      The original gods have returned, but secretly so as to not start another war with their sister. They have chosen champions to fight for their cause and bring Light back to the world. Not all of these champions will be willing, but must learn to work together to save not only themselves, but the entire world.

       

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    5. The Wicked End - Zombie Panfandom

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      Most people thought the end of the world would come with fire and brimstone, not a creeping stillness, an illness borne on the wind and carried throughout the world. But that is what happened. No one saw it coming, until it was too late.

       

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    6. Before the Fall

      A zombie apocalypse game, set in the Dying Light series.

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      Any non-fandom animal based rps go here!
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  5. Behind the Scenes

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"Rise up, rise up just like a fighter / We will rise again / Rise up, rise up, we got the fire / Burnin' to the end / No fear, no death tonight" "Rise Up" - Skillet . Hayleigh Strongsteel AGE Twenty-Seven ALIGNMENT Lawful Good bordering on Neutral Good OCCUPATION Guard SOCIAL STATUS Governing Official RACE Human CANON POINT N/A TIME HERE All Her Life CANON/OC OC (Native) FANDOM N/A MEMBER GROUP - Local . Hayleigh grew up in the home of minor nobility sworn to protect the kingdom, and was well educated to help in the field of politics. Unfortunately for her parents, this didn't sit well with the tomboy, who looked up to her older brother and wanted to be like him. Her family had plans for her to be an ambassador, but she found her skills more in wielding a sword then in diplomacy. Her family finally yielded, allowing her to train with her brother in preparation for the war that was creeping towards the city. Though her brother was deployed to fight in the field, the young woman was stationed at home to keep the city safe from the opposing side.   The war came to an end, and Hayleigh was among the people who happily greeted their soldiers back. Unfortunately, as they had supported the king, many were not thrilled with the Strongsteel family. Soon after though, came the Civil War, and once again, the family supported the kingdom, though Hayleigh had her doubts and more supported the resistance. This time she could not escape the ravages of war, but she fought valiantly nonetheless. Even on the verge of death, she fought, earning her the nickname of 'Phoenix' from her fellow guards. Scars healed, still occassionally giving her troubles even now.   The woman was rewarded well for her service, but her opinion on who was right had since changed. She sided with the rebellion, but it was too late to change the public's opinion, really. She still works as a city guard, keeping the city safe to the best of her abilities, and has found a knack for talking to victims and interviewing people. When not on duty, she's found at the common stomping grounds for the guards of the city, drinking and flirting. Behind her gruff exterior is still an innocent dreamer who wants to leave the world a better place then she found it to be, but she can't seem to get out from under her brother's shadow to do so. . Shirelin AGE - 32 TIMEZONE - EST FACE CLAIM: Art THEONS @ SHINE
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