Antain

Going to take a guess and say E.

Best. Poem. Ever! :love: I still can't stop laughing. Thank you, Tashana! And Happy Holidays to the RPC!

Still one of my favorites! Along the vein of Starlight, giving the grump hugs! Repost, I know. But he needs them sometimes.

Vaughn's view is a bit complicated. He does believe true love exists, and believes he has finally found it himself, but that people are more often swayed by lust. He's seen many people claim finding their "one true love" only to turn around and give in the the base temptation of lust, yet still be adamant about their loves. Because of this, he's weary of those who claim to love, but does hope the statement to be true.

So grumpy! Have hugs! And a one-of-a-kind dancing Oscare as a tree topper!

Very much this. You beat me to it yet again, Jaques!

Just wanted to say thank you, Ilwe! So many hugs much love! ♥♥♥♥♥♥

Not having a SO that will sit in with me, make excuses not to go anywhere while we dick around on the internet and have delivery Chinese while we watch Batman movies. Gods, I miss this... T_T

Noted. Thank you! ♥

That's me writing as quickly as I can saying "I'm here and wanting your giffy things!"

*noms!*

Update: A tiny thing happened. We moved! ICly, the Rose is no longer within Ul'dah city limits. They are now located within the suburban Goblet, Ward 4, Plot 41. While the house is still mostly empty with a few essentials placed, we are very excited. :lol:

The Duskwight man payed little attention to the others surrounding the corpse, but seemed very interested in the dead man. He did glance from person to person and they introduced themselves, but remained silent. As the Duskwight woman refolded a letter, he narrowed his eyes slightly with a small tilt of his head, looking both curious and suspicious. He took another cautious step forward, keeping a rigid posture, accentuating his nearly seven fulm frame. It was almost as if he was staking territory from the miqo'te, but not for the women. From the spine of the leather-bound notebook, he opened a compartment and a small piece of charcoal slipped out. He moved closer to the body, writing hastily into the book and moving to shift the body around for inspection, keeping an eye on the Wildwood.

*flails* Missed another one...

ZOMG DON'T DIE PRETTY BOY! He's recovered Mostly...

This has happened Vaughn is sick almost constantly, though he hides it fairly well...I think. When it's at it's worst, he flops around like a wet noodle, with a "lemme doeet" kind of attitude. He has talked Jaques a few times into allowing him to be at least semi-active while his liver was failing...

Vaughn has many things he tries really hard at, but just isn't good. Overcoming his anxieties, wielding an axe, making lasting friendships, just to name a few.

"Hey Annie..." "Are you okay?" Crawls back under rock.

The sun beat down on him, warming the thick black metal armor the tall Duskwight wore. He already took off his helm, the heat becoming too much. His face was heavily scarred, and it seemed to continue down his neck and under the plate. The most viscous of the scars hung right at the armor's collar, almost unnoticed and passing as a shadow at times. His dark purple eyes scanned the desert before him, a hand pushing back the thick black hair, the purple that he once had it grown out a few cycles ago, and hadn't been completely cut away. His ebony skin glistened with sweat...and a little blood. It was then the trail he was following came across the group: two Elezen women and a miqo'te male. He sneered slightly as he saw the body coming into focus. Well, that ended that. He cautiously approached, eying the crowd, hand on the hilt of the sword at his hip, though didn't grasp it tightly. His shield was still strapped to his back as he pulled out a notebook with his free hand, opening it and seeming to scan the bookmarked page, stopping just a few paces from the crowd, should they allow him to get that close.

Still interested as well. Vaughn - anonymous Richtor - either Remioux - anonymous

I can make this one! *dances*

I may be late due to sudden family plans, but I do plan to show up! Just hope I won't be too late... ...again

Aww, missed it. Damn you, sleep!

Finally! A way to show off dat booty!