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The good old days.
"I think the only side affect is that I forget things easy...Huh.I know everything about death, but yet I seem to forget everything else...Ya, it really is weird."

The good old days.
"Yep.You believe in those places, so, you will go there."Ian gos back to drinking.

The good old days.
"Well, what happens after death all depends on what you believe in.I believed that when I die, I will learn the truth about everything.The truth is what I just told you, if you believe in heaven and hell, then you will go to heaven or hell.If you believe in being reborn, you will be reborn.If your me, you will be reborn with the truth in your mind.Death is a weird thing."

The good old days.
"No...That just means I cant die of old age.I can still die...In fact, I have died before.I have been through hell and back, and given my soul up just to live again...Dont ask..."

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"Huh...Thats quiet the power you have there.Like I just told you, I can heal, and I can kill.But, I dont know if it counts as a power, but I never age.Its weird...I cant remember my past all that well, so, I cant tell if I have ever aged..."

The good old days.
"Hey, if I, a 13 year old kid, can kill and heal on touch, then I think that light and dark can do that too.And I take pride in being weird, being weird is a lot better than being 'normal'.Normal is boring."
(Puppet Ian:I have not been possessed, I am my own being.Im glad that you have acknowledged me.)

That's MY Chaos Emerald!
Ian walks in, and takes the emerald off of Jakes face."Thanks Jake, I can always trust you.Now, if you dont mind..." Ian dashes as fast as he can. "SEE YA, SUCKERS!"

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"Huh...I must be the only human here, not like theres anything wrong with that...Im not exactly what you would call 'normal' so, I have nothing to worry about.Let me show you an example of what I mean."Ian gos out side, picks a flower, and walks back inside. "See this flower?Its alive." He takes off his gloves that he was wearing, and touches the flower.It withers away quickly."Now its dead." He puts his gloves back on. "I can heal, and I can kill.I hate using it, though.Why kill something?"
(Sorry I havent been on, I keep forgetting to do this.)

The good old days.
"Huh, thanks for paying for me"Ian saw the other 2 women enter the bar."Huh, more people...Aint that great."Ian when't back to drawing, and soon took out his I-pod, and started playing piano music."Calm music helps me think."

The good old days.
Ian turned to yin "Yep, my name is Ian gibson.Me and Jake use to go on loads of adventures, but now we just like to do good things for the world, Jake fighting for good, well I heal peoples wounds...as longs as I have enough energy..."Ian ordered another soda.
(Well, if no one else is going to continue the RP, then I will)
As Ian drank his soda, he realized something. "Crap...I forgot...I have no money to pay this with..."Ian tried to sneak out, but got caught, and was told to pay for the drink. "Dang it...Im flat broke..."

The good old days.
Ian looked at Yin "I think I know you...Do you know of a man named Jake-up?" Ian sipped his soda until it was empty. "Ya...Jake-up is kinda of a close friend of mine...Really, really close...You might even say that we are brothers..." (Jake-up is Ians imagination if it was human, thats why Jake-up can take many forms and has many powers, well Ian can only heal.)

The good old days.
(Well, I WAS waiting for yin, but, he hasn't been on for a while, so....)
"Indeed, it should be..." Ian continued to sip his soda, waiting for someone else to draw. (Hes a quick drawer)

The good old days.
"Ya, im new to this bar.I havent been to a bar once in my life, so, im trying something new."Ian finally gets his soda, and proceeds to sip it. "My names Ian, its nice to meet ya."

The good old days.
Ian looked at Vestra, and asked "Who are you?" Before going back to drawing "I havent seen you before, I know that much about you."

The good old days.
Okay, your in as well, you can join in at any time...I have no way to continue the RP, so, please, you can continue the RP.

The good old days.
Okay, your in, yin.Now, you can continue the RP if you want.
Well Ian was waiting for his drink, he got out a sketch pad, and began to draw the place.

The good old days.
Hello everyone.Ian here.I havent been on for a while, mostly because of school, deviantART, depression, and mostly just forgetting about you guys...Im sorry...But, im back now.So, lets go back to the good old days of RPing.
So, the name of this RP is "The good old days" Because I made a old bar RP, so, I guess I can make another one.The rules are simple.
1)No getting TOO drunk.Tipsy is alright.
2)No under age drinking.Thats against the law, anyways.
3)No romance unless its your own characters.
Okay, now that I got that out of the way, let me tell you who my character is.

Name: Ian G. Gibson.
Age: 13 (I will not be able to drink beer or any of that, only drinks like apple juice.)
Appearance: Ian is a human boy that is 5 feet 8', has brown hair and brown eyes, and wears a green t-shirt, blue jeans, gray shoes, and his right eye was bandaged up.
Personality: Most of the time, hes calm, thinks thing through, and quiet.But, he can get heated when ever some one mentions death, hurting some one, or knifes.
History: Ian lived with his parents until he was 13.When he was 13, he moved out to explore the world with Jake-up.After he left, he learned that he actually has the power to heal anything.He mostly used this for hospitals.He moved into mobius after he heard from Jake that it was a nice place.
Powers: PSI Life-up, has great art skills.
Likes: Love, nice people, Jake-up.
Hates: Jerks, sharp things, doing homework.
Okay, now that that's done, its time to return to mobius.
The time was 2:00 PM.Ian was walking through mobius, looking for a good place to hang out at.He managed to stumble across a bar of some sorts."Huh,I never have been in a bar before, I guess I can check it out."When Ian walked in, he saw what the bar looked like.It had a western type feel to it, but still felt a bit modern.Ian sits himself down at a table, and orders a small soda.

Then...and Now
Here gos...:
Then:I was very new to this place, and found it rather fun.I made friends, fast, and knew what to do, as I had deviantART and socialring (Rest in peace, socialring) My best friend was Yin, who still is.
Now:I dont come here often anymore, spending most of my time on deviantART, and im sure the site moved on without me.Also, now im a artist, and im a little rusty with RP's.

Looks like I have downgraded from then to now.

The show must go on
(I arise back from the grave...I LIVE AGAIN!Okay, im back from my couple month DERP, so, im a little rusty.)
"Okay, thanks." Ian followed yin around.