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Heros of Davenport (Hero/villian RP) (always recruiting!)

Writing.

Harrowmounts Plight

The question is - where is interaction?

And that pairing bit...

House Arrest: A Witch and Genie's Story

Etrasus considered what seemed to perhaps be a new catch. In truth, he was looking to do something... more. Much more than he had done before. Something along the lines of not just being one of the strongest of his kind, but more like making himself one of the strongest... period. Of course, to do that, he would need some sacrifices. Big ones.

The description of a 'peculiar" earring and the fact that Alana was looking meant no doubt that there was indeed a newly discovered witch. Alana, regardless of her willingness, was an experienced and quite capable scout. He would be expecting her to report on it.

He used a low voice; even though he would easily detect eavesdroppers and the library was empty besides them, the subject of conversation was still one not to be said at a voice that may project.

"You will no doubt play a role in bringing him over. For now, I am sure Alana is at least beginning the process. For now, perhaps... make friends, show a little, although no excessive, attention to him. Bringing them in on their own free will tends to work out better than them kicking and screaming, no?"

Although, he did remember the good old days when that was the norm. He rather enjoyed it. It would be one of the things that he would eventually change...

Rise of the Unchained

I am, for all intents and purposes, Death.

My powers include a complete control of the dead; no necromancer can match the immortal who is in charge of them. They also include having the last word - someone who pisses me off dies? Oh good, I have a special dungeon in hell for fine tuned. While they have a live view of the fun things i am making the corpse do. I am not the strongest of the gods, by any means, but I do have patience, cunning, and centuries of buried dead at my disposal...

I am known to all as Krypton.

Those who follow me are generally necromancers, those who I had given the ability to summon the dead to the

I was the Creator's afterthought, made only for his purpose.

My powers grow from “Reaping”; the stronger the soul, the greater the gain.

I am Warden of the “Afterlife Chamber”, where the fate of the dead is decided, and ultimately a special form of hell to those who I particularly dislike.

My Realm is a sort of dungeon; depending on what I think of said person, it looks either more comfortable or more like Hell itself. Of course, there’s a place for that too. My own hell is basically hell… just fine tuned to the ones that pissed me off.

To Mortals I am but a dark-tinted skeleton with an old, almost moldy cloak. Old bones they are, but strong nonetheless.

To my Kin, I am similar to above, but with my energies visible and the souls of those I have claimed visible within the confines of my form. I can reveal it to humans if I wish, though… they end up becoming mad as a result.

I wield a staff which looks about as old as me; almost looking like it could break. It is stuffed with souls that it has taken, usually the ones that I gave a… special afterlife. While my body has souls coming in and out, this staff has the long-timers.

I have returned in the northern recesses of the Abbey of Broken Worlds, from where a new storm shall sweep…

Rise of the Unchained

Consider a CS in the works on this end.

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