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Cesserint - The Flames of War

We all have shadows in our past, but some of us have darker ones than others.

Name : Linus Gerrand

Alias : Cesserint, meaning "Flames of War"

Age : 21

Appearance : Linus is 5 feet and 9 inches tall. His skin is not to pale or dark, but a bit of both. His short but ragged hair being a shade of brown similar to mud has a few strands of grey to white in it that are easily located, his eyes are the color of a lake, pale blue with a small hint of green in them and also the first thing someone might notice about Linus. He usually wears a dark grey cloth button up shirt and pants, wears boots darker than his hair and an old, red-orange soldier coat.

Yes, the coat looks strange, get over it.

Magic : Linus has great understanding over the dangerous element that is fire. Years of learning have given him mastery over fire magic, he has the power to create devastating fireballs in his hand that can melt steel and make weapons out of thin air. When Linus makes fire, no matter how hot it does not change color and is always a bright reddish gold color.

As much as I regret it, I can do such things...

Personality : Linus isn't the most open person ever, he will certainly trust people with some things if he can trust them at all, but there are some things he wouldn't are speak of no matter how much he were to trust someone. If they ask him why he won't tell anyone, you're lucky if he says so much as "Because I said so." before leaving. Linus is typically a quiet person who treats other people with respect mostly, he sometimes seems a bit detached from the world, but doesn't make much notice of it if someone asks. When someone is threated that Linus cares about, he will do everything in his power - magic or not - to get them out of danger.

There's a reason why I keep some things secret, just...just trust me.

The Blessing of a Curse

Name: Damon "Draco" Wright

Age: 16

Appearance: Damon's hair is in a mess, a dark shade of brown that never seems to be right. His skin is about as pale as a piece of paper as can be seen, he still looks human, just very close to white. The feature people notice about him the most is that his right eye is silver. His left eye is a common shade of light blue but his left is a silvery grey.

Powers: Draconodermic Physiology - Damon has the power to change his skin into a rough, hide like material colored like dark stone. This "Dragonhide" is extremely strong and can withstand most conventional bullets at it's weakest. The more Damon focuses this power, the stronger it becomes, at it's weakest, Damon's skin simply turns into Dragonhide, but gradually, dark red bone like spikes will emerge and the Dragonhide will thicken and grow, these spikes can be razor sharp and can cleave through concrete, however, they are not invincible, at weaker stages, the spikes are brittle. The Dragonhide can become rather cumbersome and weigh Damon down.

Attitude: Damon is a relatively calm and smart person, but is capable of violent anger. In most situations, Damon refuses to take sides unless something horrible happens, in which case he will do what he can to resolve the conflict. Damon is forgiving for most things but remembers certain things such as assaulting others leading to mortal wounds. This has given Damon a sort of Judgement complex. He may come off to some as the guy to settle an argument but in reality he simply doesn't want the situation to be any worse than it already has to be.

Class: Patient, borderline Solitary.

Darkest Dungeon RP

@SpookySquid What exactly is darkest dungeon?

There is no name to contain this horrid piece of blasphemy that you are about to read. Turn back now you fool. Turn.Back.Now.You.fool. *Prays*

"May the force be with you, Mr. Bowie." Said Voldemort as he bowed and turned on his heel to face the Tardis. A magical toy that Megaman should have used in place of a pew pew'ing toy. As Voldemort stepped into the Tardis he sat the spear chain on the bench, it annoyed him that he was compelled to yell "GET OVER HERE" every time her used it, but it was useful. Voldemort sat in the massive throne that resembled a mass of swords as he uttered the magic phrase.

"Beam me up ya filthy animal."

"YOU SHALL INDEED PASS, BUT ONLY FOR A SNICKERS" rumbled an old man who seemed to be the shits in the tardis. Voldemort groaned as he flipped on his pipboy and dropped a snickers. Not long after, a crab came out of nowhere and stole it, then disappeared with a laugh. The Tardis was turned to dust as Voldemort appeared somewhere else.

"Hey, listen!" Squeaked a tiny, agitating voice behind Voldemort.

"Oh no..."

The battle music roared to life as a large frozen sword appeared near Voldemort.

"OBJECTION" roared a new voice as a table was thrown at the tiny light who spoke before

"THAT SWORD IS COPYWRITED"

"Well fuck we can't use that"

"Just use the zombie dogs infect with the Tbo-I mean T-virus. That's legal right?"

BATTLE BEGIN

Roleplayerguild and mental health

Hm, and I had Buddha pinned as a shitposting prick.

How to keep a character from being Killed

'How to keep a character from being killed"

Don't be stupid and don't join roleplays where it's a plot factor.

For RainbowFactory

Fire and Ice

She's the smart one

And he's the stupid one.

He doesn't know anything

But she'll always know more.

He always makes her mad

Yet she never even annoys him.

She always taunts him

He does the same.

They are so close, but it doesn't always seem that way.

A fiery menace.

And a cold fool.

They always bicker and fight

But at the sun's setting

There was never hate.

He always makes mistakes

She always corrects them.

He is a fool

She puts up with him.

He doesn't deserve her friendship.

But he has it anyway.

The fool may one day understand everything

But never why she cares.

From the Underdark

Might wanna expand more on it. I'm just passing through right now and thought I'd give ya the heads up.

Nightmare Fuels and Phobias

@PokimKyOshi@Hazard Bits@RainbowFactory

Damon was about to walk away when "Despair" leaped out of what seemed to be nowhere as it it was a normal situation. Uh, yeah hi...Um, sorry about calling you a mongrel, I didn't realize you were, whatever you are... Damon tried to apologize as best he could, how was we supposed to know that they were anything more than a wild animal? If this wasn't the worst of his worries, Damon may as well have brought popcorn. Okay, I'm listening to reason, whatever you're doing, do it. Damon said as the one calling themselves "Trickster" led him and the other children into the building. Damon stepped through the doors with a burst of cold wind that just seemed more welcoming to him, Damon quite liked a cold breeze. He went off to the side and leaned against the wall, waiting for the three spook twins to do their thing. Damon looked on the ground and saw a spider crawling across the floor a few inches away from his shoe, it looked like a Black Widow, he just watched as it scurried around. It didn't make him flinch or anything but he just watched it.

Nightmare Fuels and Phobias

@RainbowFactory@Hazard Bits@PokimKyOshi

When the shorter of the two headmasters gave the best "explanation" Damon was clearly going to get currently, he wasn't any less flabbergasted as he was upon his arrival. Now just hold on for a moment, "school"? If I had known people could be forced into an education on an island in the middle of god knows where, I'd be homeschooled. Your friend back there could have killed someone and you call this a school? Damon paused for a moment. What's next? A crash course in surviving burning tree branches falling from the sky? A quiz on how to be confused? He decided to stop there and wait it out, the man said he'd give a better explanation when more people arrive so Damon would give him until then. So when's "What the hell is this hellish hell?" period? Somewhere in between "Oh dear god we're dead!" and "Save us please!" period?