#wwohps

I just wanted to give a shoutout to all the amazing creators I received Simblreen gifts from! I used to see people post these after every Simblreen and that seems to have fallen by the wayside. I'd like to bring it back!

@buzzardly28 @1-800-cuupid @fredbread555 @hymless @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel @ice-creamforbreakfast @filippovnabey @j3lly-fish @littlbowbub @mylittleponyoh @nekochan-simmer @omgcoffinfit @pralinesims @remussirion @simdertalia @stamsim @sulsulzukohere @the-crypt-o-club @trillyke @whyeverr @wotunciba @xandezsims @historicalfictionsims @daisy-pixels @alwaysjustjay @honeysylvan @surely-sims @esotericas-sims and @ravensim

My sincerest of apologies if I missed anyone! All the gifts were wonderful!

the rules are simple: go to pinterest, search "your name + core", and post six pictures

@eslanes Ruben Rollins for the Eagles Gang

Serial Romantic | Genius | Klepto | Foodie | Alluring | Hot-headed | Home Turf

What can I say? Ruben has always lived his life hard and fast. Now he’s looking to hook up with other people who are like minded. If he and Diego decide to collaborate, there’s no telling what they can accomplish.

@pineful-pyxels​ Brewar Kirimira for Roll for Seduction

Musical Genius | Arrogant | Hot-headed | Charming | Competitive | Great Storyteller | Music Lover

This is the tale of The Bringers of the Black Sky, now commonly known as orc bows. It is said that a Black Sky can launch arrows three times harder and five times farther than any normal bow, and that it requires the strength of ten men to draw. Though, as we know, orc Elders are wont to exaggerate their tales now and then.

Our story starts with a nameless orc clan, lost to time. In the ancient traditions, as with most orc clans, the women were primarily hunters and gatherers and the men were warriors, waging battles against humans and rival orcs alike. They did not use bows in combat, as it was seen as dishonorable to not fight face to face. It was considered an affront to the orc god, Gruumsh.

One day, in the clan in our myth, an orc presented to his wife, the bow he had taken from a vanquished human foe. She began using this bow during her hunts and promptly realized its utility. It was too small for her hands, however, and her immense strength and limited dexterity often lead to snapped strings. Using the bow as a template, she made one more fitting of an orc. She made the strings from thick Giant Spider silk and fashioned the body and arrows from hardy black oak. News of her hunting prowess spread and in short order most of the women of the clan had a Black Sky bow of their own and the orcs flourished.

As time passed, the humans, seeing the prosperity of the orcs, waged war against them, unleashing a plague throughout the clan. The specifics of how this pestilence spread vary from Elder to Elder, but all involve the cruelest of cunning schemes. Little did the humans realize that the sickness only appeared to afflict male orcs. What was assumed to be a swift and certain coup, soon turned bloody as they proudly marched toward orc territory that bright day. When they neared the edge of the clan’s domain the sun was abruptly engulfed by a black rain of arrows. Later, rival clans, hearing of the human invasion, rode out to take the land for themselves. They were not expecting to find a pile of corpses stuck through with arrows that pierced their armor. Even less that second eclipse.

Our tale brings us now to the present day where Brewar, a direct descendant of she who first wielded The Bringers of the Black Sky, is looking for a heart to call home. Born from a tryst between a human bard and an orc mother, Brewar came into this world fighting. She has spent her whole life struggling to fit in with her orc mates. Day after day coming home battered and broken. Orcs and half-orcs alike love fighting to be sure, but Brewar was no match for the shear size and strength of her full blooded brethren.

On a cool fall evening, Brewar chanced to hear a bard singing in a tavern not far from her home. She ventured in and to her delight was not shunned by the mostly human crowd filling the bar that night. The singer’s voice filled her with a wild passion she had not known dwelt within and she nearly burst with joy. She danced and swayed and drank too much grog. It was the best night of her life! She ventured home in the wee hours of the morning filled with a soft hope and a warmth that had never existed before. Maybe there was a place for her in this world after all. A place filled with laughter and love instead of violence and pain.

That very day she left the only home she had ever known, never to return. She set out to find happiness and to learn how to make others laugh and sing. Brewar honed her lyrical skills on crowds in bars who were quite enchanted by the novelty of someone like her on the stage. Shortly she was filling pubs and inns across the land. People clamored to hear the half-orc enchantress. Everything was turning out better than she could have ever dreamed. The only thing missing was someone to share it with.

Simone Ripley for @radioactivedotcom's Nemesis

hot-headed | arrogant | greedy | alcoholic | dastardly | appraiser | charming  

Comes from an affluent family

Honed sneaking skills by slipping past servants to steal sweets from the kitchen

Experienced with hidden doors and traps because her childhood home (mansion) is full of secret passageways and she had to learn to disarm the security in order to sneak out to the town bars and brothels

Questionable morals are a result of her affluence; mommy and daddy always bailed her out of any trouble she found herself in

Answered an ad in a pub to become an “adventurer” because daddy threatened to cut her off if she didn’t get a job

After that she [redacted]

Without a doubt one of the world’s finest female mercenaries. Possesses deadly aim, determination, and experience any merc would be proud of

Favorite saying “The secret ingredient is crime.”

Doesn’t take no shit, especially from men

When asked how things are going, says “Why are there so many beer-swillin’, testosterone-soaked slobs in this business? It’s gettin’ so a woman can’t go into combat without being harassed!”

Very methodical and determined, no-nonsense

Greedy as hell and a bitch on wheels

Hired by the rebels during the most recent blood diamond wars to take out high-ranking members of the corrupt government

Flushing them out of secret bases deep in the mines and making sure they never see the light of day again

Was captured on her last assignment. Those cigarette burns on her arms are the least of the torture she was forced to endure

She escaped after the rebels created an explosion that blew apart the base. She nearly died in the blast

She was blinded in the left eye and her left arm and back were ruined

Drawing from the sale of some diamonds she “found” during her time in the mines, she had cyborg parts installed in order to regain function

Swears they don’t enhance her physical abilities, but seems to win every fight since

After a government hired hitman nearly takes her out, she decides she’s suffered enough in this life and has purchased a Class C ticket aboard the Nemesis to see where destiny may take her

She’s killed her fair share of sims, but the passengers aboard the Nemesis needn’t know about that

Now all she must do is stay alive until the ship leaves port

Private DL if chosen

Bonus picture!