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Cemetery

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  • Date of Birth 06/22/1992 (33 years old)

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    Not really any of your business. :)

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  1. Oh balls... When did Gaia-online make the switch from Go-Gaia? I joined the site shortly after that url switch, must of been late 2004 at least. I was a home schooled kid who lied about their age to join the site at the time, my parent's didn't give a damn as to what I did with my own computer in my bedroom.. It went highly unchecked, I had no friends and my home life was an utter shit show, I found the wonderful worlds of RPing through that site. It was my only comfort from it all. Kinda depressing, I know. Like I said, My entire life has been a shit show. My badge for surviving it all is mental illness and a life of therapy and medication. Ps. No, RPing isn't a trigger for me. If anything it's another way of coping.
  2. Roleplay posting style sample: Setting: Inside a small oddity shop, the store display case holds a variety of what looks to be old books that are bound in leather with runes written all over them, some crystals and a few candles with note cards of what each color is used for. The shop shelves are lined with what seems to be urns and vases, either hand painted or at the very least hand made. Some of the urns and vases seems to be welded or burned shut. Beyond the counter there is a wall with an odd tapestry over it, the tapestry flutters and flicks from time to time indicating that there is a room beyond it. This shop always has something burning or smells of freshly ground herbs and flowers depending on the time it is entered. Post: Harsh wind threw itself against the large wooden door that lead inside the shop, causing a resounding thump that echoed in the shop, A mess of chestnut curls bounced back up with a woman of fair skin under them, she gasped in surprise as she looked over her counter. The small woman had fallen asleep behind the counter again, wide hazel eyes scanned the shop for a source to the noise as she rose up from the floor. The wooden door made noise once more, but this time it was of firm knocking.... (Feel free to message me. I actually have an idea on this I want to try out.)
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