Hiems RP WorkshopOkay, so the first thing I'm going to go over is mostly mechanics of an RP post. Basically, I'm going to put up a post and dissect it for you to show how formatting works. 8DHiems RP Workshop11 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
(SAMPLE POST - DON'T REPLY TO IT) Drake- *he had put out a memo that the strange green substance building up on the pool floors needed to be cleaned up, but it seems like Vlemmy is on vacation again, so he finally gives up and decides to do it himself* *as he approaches the entrance to the pool room, he notices the strange slimy material has leaked past the doors and makes a face* Oh, yeah, this is wonderful… *he drops the mop and bucket of soapy water he'd brought with him, deciding he needs to talk to the other hosts about how obnoxiously absent Vlem always is*
The first thing to notice is that the character's name is bolded at the beginning - this makes it easy to distinguish who's post it is, as well as is much more aesthetically pleasing. It sets
Before The Beginning His body lay cold on the old Jones company trade dock, as his body began to seize, while coughing up his own blood mixed with saliva he shook slightly from the cold. Shot in the chest, the bullet perfectly pierced next to his heart, grazing it so the death was slow and painful. His clothes damp from the thick salt and wet air, making the sting all that much worse. The world around him became darker, colder and far lonelier then it has ever been and or seemed to be. He thought to himself, death would be inevitable from the life he chose and the people he hurt, even killed.Before The Beginning4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
He choked harder not being able to handle the blood spilling out f
HM: Hym Written BioHM: Hym Written Bio6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
:bulletblue: Basic Info
Name: Hym Phonix
Age: Looks 21
Height: 5 ft 11
Hym is a water elemental. He has powers and is the embodiment of the the compound H20. His entire body is made up of water. In simple, an elemental is one with the ability to control a certain substance. Each are a unique planning and coordination of complicated genetics. No one knows how the original "Table" came about, these pure substances that make up the basics of the universe. These natural elements have since from there beginning formed, what they call, the Council. Also since their creation, various subgroups and combinations of their charact
Scene 3: HumanityA creek escapes the metal vents under your body. That isn't good. One or two more sound and it isn't your imagination playing tricks anymore: you are slowly falling. While slight, an angle change of the tunnels could be felt shifting several degrees at a time. You want to glance down, see if it is still there evaluating your soul. A deep gulp makes its way up and and out of your throat as you feel the last stance take its last breath.Scene 3: Humanity8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The war cry is shot with a loud crack echoing through the hollow vents and the room below. Unable to control your self on the slippery surface, there is no other choice to fall down onto the kitchen tile. You d
Hiemsians possessed by Disney (Part 1) Razori: *After the new year had approached Hiem's, the mansion appeared to be quite excitable. The New Year had included numerous pranks upon the guests, causing a number of disgusting growths, animal attacks and random room changes. Now it was simply getting worse. For the last few days, the mansion had decided to tag each resident with a Disney song which may reflect their personality or inner character. For about 3 days now, Razori had been taunted with Scar's melody ( [link] ) and she had no idea how to make it stop. What was even worse was that she had noticed something odd. A little bit of blackish fur had been growing on her arms and shoulders. Great. The mansion was making her into a damn lion. Walking down the corridors, she snarled as the hyena's of the song started to giggle* JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! *She rolled her eyes as they laughed louder as if they were mocking her* Little rats... *shaking her head, she moved towards the dining room. She was in need of a meaHiemsians possessed by Disney (Part 1)6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
No More“Opps” His clumsy little hands dropped the multicolored plastic pellets on the ground, the colors went everywhere. The child let them be however, he was nearly done- just need a red one- his mom’s favorite color. “There!” he pronounced, hopping off the chair with the precious gift. He was too short to reach the ground any other way.No More4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was excited- the first time he had done anything by himself like this- and he was hoping to really please her! Maybe she would call his name like the old times, and pat his head, even give him a hug. She was always so angry lately, saying mean things. His bare feet tapped against the marble floors, echoing as he went down the long corridor- the room he was expecting her to be in was just off to the right!
“Oh you!” A woman giggled her voice like honey light and carefree, a youthful voice to aid in her youthful appearance. She leaned back against the soft sofa, appropriately a love seat, running her fair-skinned h
Scene 2: Brother Not to wake anyone in your hall, you sneak your way to the library. While a creak or two would escape the resting floorboards, your walk is quite successful at not disturbing anyone up.Scene 2: Brother8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eventually, the library entrance comes into view. You prepare for the worse, to be locked out and this entire journey for nothing. However, as if the house knew your goal, the doors to the shelves of knowledge open. You want to thank the mansion someway and make a note to yourself to wipe the snot off of the sick walls next time you came across that situation.
None of the lights are on, so you turn on the mobile illuminating device you brought. Being the on
Scene 1: ElizabethYou awake in your room, shrouded by darkness. Being night, no light other than the natural glow of the moon shined in. The curtains of a window were pulled back, revealing small specks of dust that drifted gently over the floor.Scene 1: Elizabeth8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You groan a little, wondering what had disturbed your decent slumber. Using your elbow to prop yourself up, you scan your surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place, for a room in Hiems Mansion at least.
Wait? What was that? A sheet of paper was hovering just near the window shine, one of its corners catching the light. Curious where it had come from, you remove yourself from the comfort of the bed and over to w
Shifting : SHD101Shifting : SHD1015 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Powder Chameleon ( or PC for short, ironic considering he's partially computerized ) had been tracking the activity of his shadow tear for a couple weeks now. It wasn't until the final week when assignments were due that the ball of black air began to show signs of what it would become.
Equinox sat on his bed, waiting in on the last days of its presence with him. It bobbed around mindlessly, sometimes bumping into him as it encircled him countless times. He extended a finger out towards the blob to poke it as soon as it made its way around him. Some part of him expected the blob to feel it and pause, but it just closed its eyes
HM: Some Nasty FoodHym had eaten some bad food and ran to the bathroom to puke. Let's just say it involved Razori trying to force feed him some blue goop she had found jammed between the fridge and the cabinets in the kitchen. She thought it looked edible, but would never try it for herself. So she thought to give it to her newly acquired aqua blue haired colored friend. Lucky him.HM: Some Nasty Food1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
"It's called darmium. You've never heard of it?" The name had seemed sketchy since the first time she said the words. "Come on, don't be a wuss. It's good." Hym oddly had grown an odd trust for the whit
Last OC Meme with HymThe Last Time (OC) meme!Last OC Meme with Hym1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
You can pick as many OC's as you want.
You can also used this meme for yourself.
Answer the questions! D<
Link me! (I'm a curious person and I'd like to see your or your OC ('s) answers)
Name: Hym Phonix
Age: "21" centuries
Gender: le Male plz
Note: These are the answers as of July 2 and takes in all RPs that Hym's been in from then.
1. Who is the last person you hugged?
Hym: Uh..... I think it was Razori... (don't tell her I said that)
2. When was the last time you said sorry?
Hym: ... I've been saying sorry a lot recently actually....
3. When was the last time you tidied your room / your desk?
A Simple NoteDear Mother and Father.A Simple Note6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
I leave you this note to let you know I have left the comfort of your home. But in all honesty it was never really a home with you. I felt like I always had to carry on someone else's dreams. I'm done with holding back and not striving to be my best at something that I am actually passionate about. With that being said I will be sailing the seas, past horizons to the furthest we can possibly see. As much as it hurts me to be saying good bye to you, I know that this is my destiny. I just keep feeling my body being pulled to the sea like a typhoon.
I want you to remember me, but not as your son that has ran away but a
Hiems Tourney: Reprehension 4 “You DO know why you’re here, you piece of shit. Right?”Hiems Tourney: Reprehension 47 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girl overlooked her servant, cracking her neck to the side in order to loosen the joints. She stood standing on what appeared like an invisible floor, but it was hard to tell with everything blacked out. “Look, you little cunt, I don’t have time to be waiting around for your sorry ass to respond. I got LEGIONS to tend to because they’re all as pathetic as YOURSELF, if not even less. You’re like the runt of my litter, you know that? The little fucking blip of noise amongst an outrage of noise. That’s what you are.” She f
Hiems Tourney: Competence 5 Isis ducked her head under the water, her strands of blonde hair curling against the surface of the waves as they swished smoothly beneath them. Her hands were cross over her chest, securing the necklace of teeth behind them. She was sitting on her knees, bent forward with only her face stuck into the water with eyes wide open.Hiems Tourney: Competence 57 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Do you see anything?”
When her eyes began to sting a bit from the salt content, she pulled her face out, spitting the water that rolled down to her crease of her lips. ”Pfft- Pffft! Ugh- No. Some small fish that were really adorable, but they won’t remember be in three seconds.”
Happy Birthday, Leaglem!Birthday haikus areHappy Birthday, Leaglem!1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the only thing I can think
to give you today.
My Cyril and I.
We thank you for Hiems Mansion,
for we love it so.
Wishing you the best.
Happy Birthday, Leaglem.
May this year be great!
Drake and Everett's WeddingGROOMS Drake & EverettDrake and Everett's Wedding6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
BEST MAN Phillip
MAID OF HONOR Zenith
GROOMSMEN Bart, Eratos, Saylem, and Razik
BRIDESMAID Yola, Lacuna, Sagius
As guests file into the Otherworlde Castle, some faint music is playing… it sounds vaguely like a soft wedding tune but with a bit of macabre feel mixed into it. The inside of the castle has been structured much like a church, as nothing quite so holy could be performed within the boundaries of a dark arts academy. Slowly people start finding their seats, glancing around at the orange and red decorations that cover the area and the books used as accents. The people of honor, special to the two being wedded, are sectioned off and looking excitedly between the front and back of the room, waiting for the ceremony to start.
Kazu: *with an exasperated flat look over his face, he grumbles m
Living, BreathingHelmy rubbed his face as he stumbled out of the Shamanism building, thinking over the assignment he'd been given. Considering he had a friend that was a living doll, it creeped him out intensely to think that he might be able to replicate the same sort of spell that had brought Alan to life. The thought of having a miniature version of someone he knew was eerie enough as it was, though it stirred a thought deep inside him: it was almost like playing god, this assignment. Not in the sense that he could bring life to an inanimate object, but the thought that he'd have a tiny manifestation of someone he knows in his hands, completely under his control. The doll would have that person's personality and voice, could move around. But could the doll feel emotion? It wouldn't have its owner's memories, but...Living, Breathing6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He decided to leave the question alone for the moment and consider another one: who would he be making dolls of? Since Kazu had given him the 'okay' to create the dolls out of f
To put it simply...To put it simply...1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
"It'll be fun" you said, "You need to do more things" you said Egon's face was pulled to a small frown, his arms crossed as he stood in the arena, his eyes darting to and fro as he quickly formed possible situations. And aren't you happy you agreed to this~? Gudrod's irritatingly jovial tone interrupted his thoughts. Grumbling audibly, Egon shoved his other half's voice back, zoning back in and instantly being greeted by Kazu's German accent.
"What's the matter," The blond smirked teasingly, obviously he had been jabbing at Egon while the older man wasn't paying attention, "snake got your tongue?" Laughing lightly, his forked tongue fla
Hiems Tourney: Dependence 3 Stellar huffed through a dying grin, hoping the best for his friend. He wanted to end up with her by his side; to see the Moth Mouth in the same presence as her. Kazu wouldn’t ruin that whether his abilities proved he could or not. The demon cackled through his sharp, triangular teeth, baring his fangs as he picked himself up from the slide down. As he adjusted the black cloth around his waist, he spoke out to Stellar, each step in his wake bringing them closer. “Lemme’ guess, your fucking girlfriend?”Hiems Tourney: Dependence 37 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Tch-” Stellar shook his head in a laugh, keeping himself in place as much as his legs told him
Hiems Tourney 6: Full Moon - End From the heart of the concave depth rose not one, but two malevolent beings, both with the starving knack for activity to spur on in the single flicker of either’s move. They didn’t appear to notice each other until the swarm of golden pixels flashing in the midst of the air like stars disappeared. Both, who would be defined as monsters, lingered in their footsteps closer, counting each foot forward like it as a stepping stone towards a fantasia of pain, suffering, delight, and competition.Hiems Tourney 6: Full Moon - End7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the center of the pit rest the innocent, one that merely tiptoed their way into their own prosperity, having ended up in a game o
Otherworlde Videos (links)Judas tells the story of how he began his career:Otherworlde Videos (links)2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wren once again transcends the definition of scaredy cat:
I don't fucking even know what this one is:
The Hexing family is kinda fucked up:
Miminger demonstrates how to be a loving parent:
Alex says something about religion:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v= P1FVbNRKWsI (DELETE THE SPACE IN BETWEEN = AND P FOR THIS ONE)
Little girlLittle Girl,Little girl2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It hurts so much.
If I disappeared would anyone notice?
They didn't seem to care.
I needed to escape.
But you held me back,
In arms so safe.
The day I died,
was the day I was saved.
I know what I put you through.
I can't imagine what it was like to be you.
But I needed your arms to rest.
I needed your soothing words that healed my aching wounds.
Without you, I wouldn't be here.
You've heard these words before.
But truer words have never been spoken.
Without you, I'd just be a memory,
A name on a cold stone.
And what a shame that would be,
Since I've come to love you,
And you, me.