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(Beh.

I'm trying to get back into Pinkima but... I'm not sure I find the character interesting anymore. Maybe I'll come back to her some day, but right now I'm having a lot more fun being Verinya. Sorry Jesse. =/ )

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Pinkima was awake. She opened her eyes slowly and felt around, trying to remember where she was. It felt like she'd been sleeping for months; as rested as she was, her mind was filled with a dense fog.

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(Just a reminder, I'm not dead. I'm just spending most of my time with Verinya right now. I'll split my time more evenly when Marvin is available, and I can finish up the plot line I started with him.)

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FAQ FAQ 2 FANDOM MASTER POST (INCLUDING LINKS TO THE OTHER DISTRICTS POSTS!)

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(Still paying attention to this account! Verinya hasn't taken over completely.)

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Verinya is live

Go say hi!

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(Yes please.)

Put a ☠ in my ask box and I'll tell you how my character would kill yours.

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OOC

Any thoughts on Verinya at least? I've done a decent amount of personality development, especially with the 100 Most Important Things to Know About your Character, so what you see here is a painfully basic outline, but I can't get the character out of my head.

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Verinya Menar

Vishkanyan; a race of pseudo-reptile people with very fine scales, solid-color eyes, toxic blood, forked tongues, and a higher average height.

Raised in Absalom, the city at the center of the world, by a paladin named Geoffrey Menar, who adopted her.

Joined the church of Iomedae (valor, justice, and honor) as a paladin.

Sent out to patrol the mainland for a few years under the pretense of a demon hunting expedition. The clergy really just wanted to get rid of her for a while, and hoped she'd be a bit more wise when she returned.

Verinya has what appears to be tan skin from a distance; when one approaches it becomes apparent that her shapely body is coated in very fine scales. She has long, flowing black hair tied back in a ponytail so it won't interfere with her vision, and her eyes are solid, milky white orbs. She has a sharp jaw line, full lips, and a small pointed nose. Verinya stands 6'4" tall, towering over most humans, and weighs 175 pounds.

She wears plated armor coating her body in a brilliantly polished metallic shell. The pauldrons of her armor an engraved with a shield that has an angelic eye in the center, and her breastplate bears Iomedae's holy symbol; a radiant sword. Her gauntlets are made of a lighter material than her armor proper- granting them greater flexibility- and end at the wrist, extending onto the palm of her hand as thin leather. Her bow and hammer are kept strapped to her back, and her quivers hang on her left waist, ready to be drawn from at a moment's notice.

Verinya doesn't wear normal clothing below her armor. She wraps her upper body in linen cloth, binding her breasts and protecting her torso and arms from chafing on contact with her armor. She wears padded on her legs.

She always wears Iomedae's holy symbol as a necklace.

Should I play this character? I'm limited in time as is, but it seems like it'd be good fun.

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OOC

I always see other people saying they want to start doing another character, even though they barely have enough time for the one they’re doing, and I thought that would never be me.

And here I am, with a detailed character concept for Verinya Menar, Vishkanyan Paladin. Wat do?

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(I haven't been able to do much lately, but it's nice to know there are people that care enough about my inane ramblings to follow me. Thanks <3)

Thank you for following me. Thank you for reblogging from me. Thank you for liking my posts. Thank you for sending me nice messages. Thank you for staying followed to me. Thank you for making my Tumblr experience amazing. Thank you.

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PLEASE STOP AND READ THIS

IT’S AN EMERGENCY

This is my mom, Lori Rombold. She’s been missing since Tuesday (4-3-12) from SPRINGFIELD, OREGON.

My family and I have reason to believe that she may have harmed herself, or attempted to harm herself, or is going to harm herself. She’s incredibly suicidal and off her medication.

The last anyone heard from her she was going to try and head to PRINEVILLE, OREGON. She’s driving a green Mazda Protege, the letters on the license plate being “YFH” and I can’t remember the numbers.

If you see her PLEASE immediately call the LANE COUNTY SHERIFF’S OFFICE in EUGENE/SPRINGFIELD.

Please, help spread the word if you can. I’m really scared for her. I really want her to come home. I want to find her alive.

Please, I don’t know what else to do.

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"Hey that sounds like my name! Well my full name. Pinkie Pie's just my nickname. My real name's Pinkamena Diane Pie, but that's such a mouthful, huh?" she took the hand and bounced up and down instead of shaking it. "Hehe!"

Pinkima stared at Pinkie, more than a little bewildered by her handshake.

Another Pinkamena, then.

Pinkima shook her head and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Pinkie."

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"I'm Pinkie Pie, what's your name?" she smiled.

"Pinkima," she stated plainly, smiling faintly as she offered her hand to shake.

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"Hey! Hi! You look familiar!"

Pinkima eyed the bubbly woman suspiciously. "Ah, you too." Another one? This is uncanny.

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Pinkima mumbled her assent as her eyes closed, fatigue weighing heavily on her eyelids. She could sleep anywhere, now.

"Thanks Marvin."

No Rest for the Wicked

“Well, I’ll just have to take it to my friend when we find it, won’t we?” He patted Pinkima’s hand. “Stay here with me until we find it. If people find you out, we can lie low until you are assumed dead. We’ll worry about finding it later. For now, rest. You can’t think clearly when you’re so sleep-deprived.”