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Leaving. For Good.

A lot of you have probably already seen the announcement that Ven'Rain Sekairo has perished. But I made a note that if this happened, it would get it's own post. What is 'this', you may ask? Simple. I'm leaving the site. As the title says, for good. So no, this isn't just another "I'll be gone for a week" or a "Reduced Activity Notice". This, my friends and... associates, is goodbye.

I'd love to say that I thoroughly enjoyed every last second I spent on this site. Unfortunately, that would be a lie. Most of it was joyous indeed. But most recently there have been some things that have pushed me away, and made me feel like writing here is more of a chore then something for 'fun'. And I can't take that. This is was my safe haven. Where I went to forget being sick, to forget the idiots at school, and to forget the fact that the world is a karked up place.

*sighs*

Don't worry darlings, it's not just my troubles with other writers that is making me leave. Alas, it's the fact my muse is shot, completely and utterly. Along with my furiously declining health, it makes things to hard to maintain on here. I... I love most of you. Because you are amazing writers, most of you are surprisingly kind people, and most of you have offered me a little slice of heaven to help me get away from hell.

Though now is the time to admit that I have never felt that I belong here 100%. Because most of you are so much more then I feel I will ever be. Most of you are on completely different levels. I am a childe amongst titans. A little kid still learning to toughen up. Still trying to grow up. It doesn't matter how much some of you tell me that I am better than I think I am. There will always be that little voice in the back of my head, telling me that I am pathetic.
Sadly, I believe it more and more every day.

Now is the toughest part of my life so far. Migraines, asthma, bad knees (I walk with a cane now), above-average heart rate, and a growing list of mental health issues are the main problems. God, to be honest, I don't really want to be alive right now. So if some of you for some reason find my presence enjoyable, despite the fact I'm a whiny, idiotic teenager, go and thank Mark (Circe). Because he's one of the few reasons I've bothered to stick around this long.

Go, hug him. Thank him, and treat him nicely for once, okay? That man deserves a karking award for how sweet he is. Oh, and hug Domino to. Wondrous writer, even better person. These two are karking amazing, and should be treated like it. So take care of them after I've left the site, okay? Okay. Do a better job than I did. Make them proud.

I hope to log off the site for the last time in two days. By then Ven's death will be cleaned up, her funeral over, and any issues resolved. After that, you won't be seeing any of me on the site unless there's a God Damn emergency. And by emergency, I mean someone dying OOC. That's honestly about all I'll come back for. Now, there's the issue of what happens to my characters. Simple really.

Ven'Rain: Dead, killed by Ashin Varanin. Soul bound to Circe. Simplest one.
Naomi Winchest: Naomi continued to manufacture products and work for various companies. Eventually she was kidnapped and forced to work on a project. Despite her best efforts, she eventually gave in and assisted. Once the designs were done, and the final piece created and tested, her captors killed her, no longer needing her.
Veron'Icka Stormson: After working for Omega Pyre for four years, Veron was sick and tired of seeing so much death. Every time one of her patients died, a piece of her did as well. She cracked, quiet her job, and moved to Ord Mantell, where she tried to take up farming. In the end her demons got the best of her, and she hung herself by the door.
Kadala Skirata: To this day Kad continues to fight with her Mandalorian vode, doing her best to please the Blood God. In time she settles down and has a couple kids, who grow up to be just as strong as their mother, but a lot more sane.
Svarin Wolfbane: The lass leaves Domino after five years of service, promising to return some day. She left for the outer rim, never to return. Her whereabouts and fate are currently unknown.
Project X-2: After doing her best to evade her creators, Resvaldin was captured, tortured, and punished for her 'crimes'. Her memories were wiped, and she once again serves her masters faithfully, and without question. No part of her personality remains.
Erith Shadowcaller: Her father dies, leaving the throne to her. Not many on Panatha approve of her rule, and warriors rebel. The lass is slain in her palace, and the Kingdom's flag is soaked in her blood.
Dawn Irisael: Still emotionless and unloving, Dawn works with her 'family', completing tasks for them. In time her body destroys itself from the inside, and she dies a slow and painful death, never having experienced any sort of joy.
Vargent Nordii: After completing her training, Varge ends up working in the Jedi archives, helping record history and keep data. There she works the rest of her life, and will one day pass quietly in her sleep. Happy.
Drapeam Nyx: Once the Empire falls, Drap will be out of a job, and will move to a quiet planet and attempt to enjoy her retirement. Eventually she falls in love, has a kid, and works at a Cafe near the beach.
Ksayral Zekaidos: Drunk and confused, Ksa will wander the streets, eventually collapsing in a ditch and freezing to death in the rain. Her body is later identified and her ex-wife notified. Only three people attend her funeral.
Anima Divium: Poor lass dies of lung cancer, long before she ever finds her family.
Seven Vramin: Seven learns about the force, and settles within the Jedi temple. There she trains, and eventually helps teach lightsaber forms to other students. When she's older she returns to Tatooine and takes over her old tribe, leading her family peacefully.
Kraigmiir Hijiin: Krag spends the rest of her extended life on Hoth, providing food for a small village and training the children how to hunt. She dies quietly in her sleep.
Ire'Rain Sekairo: Ire travels with Circe Savan when she's not working on Ord Mantell. Nothing exciting for her. The visions never stop plaguing her.
War'Rain Sekairo: Eventually War returns to Pitann, and starts ruling the planet peacefully. Trade opens up, and one day her wife returns to her. They forgive each other, and live happily, raising their daughter together.
Jek'ai Cyin: Jek is devastated over the death of her lover, and kills herself the night she receives the news. Shinju is notified, and gets a new assistant.
Brav'Dar Sekairo: Brave's prediction comes true, and he dies a slow and painful death, with lots and lots of blood.
 

Jak Sandrow

"Nobody cares for the woods anymore."
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All I can think of right now.
 
Sorry Panda.
But I'm done here.
*tips hat*
But it's only right my last words here are in latin.
Is est permaneo bonus amicitia. May fortuna insisto vos pro totus of vestri ago.
 
@[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Never wrote with you but I found your writing style to be excellent. Hope you address your health issues and relax some. I started RPing when I was 13(much,much older than that now) so I understand the need for a break. I took one myself around the same age. Pressures of the site, plus personal life plus being a teenage don't always mix.

I hope you come back and at least give us OOC status updates every so often.
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
Any friend of Mark's is a friend of mine. Sorry about the, well, death, and the loss of your desire to be here. If you can believe it or not, it's actually got me a bit bent out of shape and depressed. Sad to see another writer lost to the void. I feel as though it is in some part my fault, even if it only would have delayed the inevitable, that perhaps if I'd have just taken it to the face (as a character) and turn the other cheek, you would still be role playing here with us. Anyways, I hardly played with you but you will be missed and remembered, suffice to say always welcomed here. :(
 
@[member="Ashelotte Saybin"]
Ayo, it ain't your fault.
In fact, one of the things that pissed me off
was how someone else was treating you
You=Chill in my book

Vereor non amicus , totus est puteus.
 
@[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Ven'Rain Sekairo said:
Now is the toughest part of my life so far. Migraines, asthma, bad knees (I walk with a cane now), above-average heart rate, and a growing list of mental health issues are the main problems. God, to be honest, I don't really want to be alive right now. So if some of you for some reason find my presence enjoyable, despite the fact I'm a whiny, idiotic teenager, go and thank Mark (Circe). Because he's one of the few reasons I've bothered to stick around this long.
Ven'Rain Sekairo said:
Though now is the time to admit that I have never felt that I belong here 100%. Because most of you are so much more then I feel I will ever be. Most of you are on completely different levels. I am a childe amongst titans. A little kid still learning to toughen up. Still trying to grow up. It doesn't matter how much some of you tell me that I am better than I think I am. There will always be that little voice in the back of my head, telling me that I am pathetic. Sadly, I believe it more and more every day.

We, as members of Chaos, love you too Ven. Seriously. Now, unlike some of us here, I'm not going to just wave goodbye, post a "funny" gif and walk away with a teary smiley face. I'm going to be honest with you. If you need someone to talk to, someone who has gone through mental health issues of his own, has dealt with his fair share of unkind and disrespectful members (many, many different places), and is willing to listen to you, I am willing to step up the plate and do that for you. Mark's on the same boat, we're not gonna step back from you with a decision like this.

We're not all better, heck, we're not all 100% perfect writers. And what really is that little voice? It's been with humanity since the dawn of time. "Don't run out of the cave, you won't be able to hunt like the others." And what you need to do is, whenever it starts talking to you in your head, just tell it to shut up. Just say, "Shut up, I'm not listening to you." Repeat it until that voice shuts up. Then turn to your supports, the people you trust. Let them help you become what you want to be. Let them be your supports, tell them how much you love them and they will tell you how much they love you.

Cause we do. Not all of us show it, some of us float around just to try and break people's supports. But your real supports, they take the flak and help carry you the rest of the way. Now, I'm going kneel down for you, and Mark is too, and whoever else is willing to help you through your battles can too. And you can climb on our shoulders, and we can make change for you. I promise that to you.
 

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