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I invented necromancy and the windmill. I beat the sun in a poker match during the summer of 1273 and God hasn't felt the same since.
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my computer is messed up and i cant post from here, just letting you all know
@Sapphirego for it, if i am not here, why should i take the freedom with me lol
i swear on the pain of death that i Will start this when i can get my frikin computer to work
It won't happen, it won't happen, it won't happen... Linus thought over and over as he made his way by foot to the academy he was sent to, as a wendigo, Linus was always told that to live, you must make others die. Linus had never believed in such a thing and chose to go to Rosa Claire academy, while he was looking forward to living in a place away from a blood cursed family, he was also nervous knowing that his true self could come out at any time. It isn't going to happen. He continued to think as he approached the academy office When he stepped inside he looked around for someone who might be able to help him find his way "Um, hello?" A hollow voice for someone with the curse of a beast inside them, but Linus couldn't care less about it.
@shylarah @RomanAriaAccepted, by all means use a younger character -w- I'm a loose gm for ages until they're extravagant.
@silverlucario5 Ari told you to flesh your character out more, take her advice pal.
@silverlucario5 Ari told you to flesh your character out more, take her advice pal.
@Guardian Angel Haruki sure, one sec, and my god you seem familiar, I remember akaya but I cant pin you >_>
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Mason wasn't as concerned about vortex that just opened as he was about a voice mentioning the death of his father "Who is back there?!" He yelled "What do you know about my dad?!" His voice was louder than when he yelled at Juliet "I know you're back there, now ANSWER ME!" He stopped when a Dark blue and grey arm shot out of the vortex and grabbed him "What in the-?" he was slowly dragged into the vortex, as the arm reeled back in where Juliet was, he glanced behind him to see a third arm taking will in with them, what confused him the most is why he had not known about this when the computer was he oldest thing in his house. Mason had a million questions in his head, what was this thing, what was his dad involved in and why was it after him and his friends, what bothered him the most was whether or not his dad was alive.He cant be dead, he cant be.
Mason wasn't as concerned about vortex that just opened as he was about a voice mentioning the death of his father "Who is back there?!" He yelled "What do you know about my dad?!" His voice was louder than when he yelled at Juliet "I know you're back there, now ANSWER ME!" He stopped when a Dark blue and grey arm shot out of the vortex and grabbed him "What in the-?" he was slowly dragged into the vortex, as the arm reeled back in where Juliet was, he glanced behind him to see a third arm taking will in with them, what confused him the most is why he had not known about this when the computer was he oldest thing in his house. Mason had a million questions in his head, what was this thing, what was his dad involved in and why was it after him and his friends, what bothered him the most was whether or not his dad was alive.He cant be dead, he cant be.
Name: Dr. Wingdings Aster. Known better as W d Gaster
Monster Type: Skeleton
Gender: Male
Occupation: Previous Royal scientist
Weapon: Gaster Blaster
Armor: Lab coat
Magic:
Gaster Blaster
White Bones
Teleportation
Personality: Gaster is commonly a cold and nonchalant person to most. Valuing logic and reason over anything else when solving a problem. Once you get to know him though: Gaster can be kind and trustworthy to someone with equal respect.
Bio:
T̢h͠e̶r͏e ̕isn't m҉uch͏ to ͏ķnow͢ ̀ab҉o̸u҉t me, ̵but I ̛s̨u̵p҉p͜o̷se I ̸ca̡n҉ ̛i̶n͜du̴lge y̡o͏u ̧f̧or͝ a͝ w̶h̸ile.
Long ago, back when all of the monsters were first trapped under Mount Ebott, work began on a project design to power the entire underground, from hotland to snowdin, this machine was called the core. A combination of technology and magic that would not run off of fuel, Gaster was the lead scientist for the project, having made the plans and seeing through every phase of it's creation. One day, while checking on the energy levels of the core, Gaster had been checking on statistics on a clipboard, preventing him from seeing where he was going, Gaster stepped off of the platform and fell into the energy tanks of the core.
I͞ wa͠s checki̢n̛g the̶ ͘en҉e͜ŗg̀y r̢ea͘d̡ing͏s͞ ͢w̧hen I ̡fe͏ll͏,͞ ̢no͝t lóoking ͠w̴hȩr͡e̛ I͝ w͟as̡ g̢ơi͡ng.͠ An̴d then ͞I..̷.̢I.͝.͟.
When Gaster fell into the energy tanks, the core system saw him has an unknown anomaly, which caused the systems maintenance to kick in. But the energy in the tank reacted violently with his body. The magic in his soul was being ripped from him while the magic in the energy tank was trying to push away at it, like two magnet caught together, eventually Gaster's body slowly degraded, his skull cracked, his lab coat withered away, the palms of his hands were dissolved into circular holes, leaving him as a husk of his former self, soon, the remains of Gaster began to fade away, Gaster's eye began to feel heavy, he then went into a sleep like state, and evaporated fully, as if he was never there.
M̸y ́b͡o͞d̶y͢ ͞c͢ḩan͜g͞e̴d̕, I ̡c̀oul̕dn͡'͞t ̸m͞o͡ve͡, ̨I was̨n̶'͡t͞ ev̀en҉ si͠n͢ki͝n̡ǵ, the͞n̸.̛.́. I̛ gre͏w ͟t̷i̵r͏e̶d, ҉so͠,̛ ̴so t͡i̸red̷. ͢W̷hen ͠I awo͏ke͢, t̀h̶e͟ wa̢s͜ ̛no̶t͢hi͢n̵g̸.̀
When Gaster "Awoke" there was nothing around him, no core, no one was there with him, just two things. Silence, horrible, maddening silence. And Darkness, empty, cold darkness. Gaster was neither alive or dead, he was trapped in a void, never to live, and never to die.
Years passed as Gaster was slowly forgotten 6 humans had passed through, the king had killed each one of them, and Gaster had watched it all, he watched as monsters were slain In their paths, and there was nothing he could do. Nothing.
Slowly, Gaster grew tired of the same old thing, tired of longing for a light in this horrid darkness he called home. "Is this my fate? Is this my damnation?!"He cried out, half hoping for something, anything, to call back or even acknowledge his voice. Nothing.
"Why?! WHY AM I HERE?! WHY AM I IN THIS UNGODLY WORLD?! W̞͚͉̯̝͆ͧ̏̎̋Ḧ͕͉̬͙͓̘̈́̏̊̇̓A͊̌͏̜̫T̶͚͙ͭ ̢̜̻̲̫̯̲͑ͨ̈̈́I̛̘͕S̵̳͆ͨ͐̌͋ͧ ҉̦̩͎͙T͔͔̥͍Hͯͮ͏̻̺̟͎I̙̪̘͈̊͗͌̇́͜S͏͉̞͕ ̦͚̥͈̝͟D̼̤͙̘͍̰͍̑̃A͇̠͛̃Rͮ͆̾͑̋̄҉K̥̼̲̓͋̀N̳̯̝̼̮ͥͣ̈́̾E͏͓͔̻͎̯S͚̗͓͎̺̒͗ͧS̻͕̃ͬ̄͌̔̔?̡͙͕͖̺̦͍̱!̞̦͖̣̣͕ͥ̂̍̑͌̔͛̕ an invisible wall seemed to be trapping Gaster in the void, he could travel anywhere he wanted underground, but no one could see him, he could see nothing, just Nothing.
I..͞.I ̷g͠a̛vȩ ̧up h̷ope ͏s̴ho̵r̸t́l̕y ̸aft̵e̕r̵,́ I̢ th͝o҉ug̸h͏t͏ I̶ woùl͏d̴ ̵neve͡r̵ s͜e͞e̕ ̧li̕ght̷ ̷a͜ga͜i̢n,͟ un͠t͢il t҉he s҉ev̴e̸nt̶h̶ ̴h͘um҉a̧n ͟came, I t͢houg̡ht ͞n͏o͢th͞ing w͟ou͢ld̶ c̕hąnge th͘i͘s, but ͟that͏ h͡u͝man,̧ ̨they ch͞a̕nged͟ ͞h̨i͝s͢ ́maje̴s҉t͝y͠, ̨th͞e̢y̧ ͝f̨reed us ͡a͟ll,̨ a̴ll bu҉t̨ ̧m̶ȩ, but̵ ͢th͘en̨ I̛ ͏s̛aw s̕omet͞hing,̷ I͡ ͝saw t͜h͢e t̡hrón̕ę róom͡, I̷ s͜a͘w thęm ͠ąl͘l s̶ta͟n͘d҉i̡ng there͝,́ ͢look͏in̵ģ a͞t ̛a̧ ẃor͘ld͡ ͟t́h͏ey͟ h̷ad͏ fou̸ńd. ̵"As̕g̛oré?! ͘I̡'m̧ h̀ere!̶"̛ ̷but ҉he ͝d͘i͡dn'͡t ̵he͢a͏r ́me͟,͠ ͠per̷ḩaps͡ ̕I͞ ͏wa̕s͝ ̕tó ͝w̸eak͞ to̡ ҉b͜e̷ ̶noti͠cęd҉ ͢y͢et͘,̡ ̨bu͜ţ I ̕w̛i̢ll͜ h̶ea̧l.͝
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I̕ ͏d̨o̶n̵'t̛ ̢kn͢o͢w ͡a͡n̵y g͞ho͢st̛s,͡ ̸b̨u̧t̕ ̀I͢ s͟up͡po͝s͜e.̢
Monster Type: Skeleton
Gender: Male
Occupation: Previous Royal scientist
Weapon: Gaster Blaster
Armor: Lab coat
Magic:
Gaster Blaster
White Bones
Teleportation
Personality: Gaster is commonly a cold and nonchalant person to most. Valuing logic and reason over anything else when solving a problem. Once you get to know him though: Gaster can be kind and trustworthy to someone with equal respect.
Bio:
T̢h͠e̶r͏e ̕isn't m҉uch͏ to ͏ķnow͢ ̀ab҉o̸u҉t me, ̵but I ̛s̨u̵p҉p͜o̷se I ̸ca̡n҉ ̛i̶n͜du̴lge y̡o͏u ̧f̧or͝ a͝ w̶h̸ile.
Long ago, back when all of the monsters were first trapped under Mount Ebott, work began on a project design to power the entire underground, from hotland to snowdin, this machine was called the core. A combination of technology and magic that would not run off of fuel, Gaster was the lead scientist for the project, having made the plans and seeing through every phase of it's creation. One day, while checking on the energy levels of the core, Gaster had been checking on statistics on a clipboard, preventing him from seeing where he was going, Gaster stepped off of the platform and fell into the energy tanks of the core.
I͞ wa͠s checki̢n̛g the̶ ͘en҉e͜ŗg̀y r̢ea͘d̡ing͏s͞ ͢w̧hen I ̡fe͏ll͏,͞ ̢no͝t lóoking ͠w̴hȩr͡e̛ I͝ w͟as̡ g̢ơi͡ng.͠ An̴d then ͞I..̷.̢I.͝.͟.
When Gaster fell into the energy tanks, the core system saw him has an unknown anomaly, which caused the systems maintenance to kick in. But the energy in the tank reacted violently with his body. The magic in his soul was being ripped from him while the magic in the energy tank was trying to push away at it, like two magnet caught together, eventually Gaster's body slowly degraded, his skull cracked, his lab coat withered away, the palms of his hands were dissolved into circular holes, leaving him as a husk of his former self, soon, the remains of Gaster began to fade away, Gaster's eye began to feel heavy, he then went into a sleep like state, and evaporated fully, as if he was never there.
M̸y ́b͡o͞d̶y͢ ͞c͢ḩan͜g͞e̴d̕, I ̡c̀oul̕dn͡'͞t ̸m͞o͡ve͡, ̨I was̨n̶'͡t͞ ev̀en҉ si͠n͢ki͝n̡ǵ, the͞n̸.̛.́. I̛ gre͏w ͟t̷i̵r͏e̶d, ҉so͠,̛ ̴so t͡i̸red̷. ͢W̷hen ͠I awo͏ke͢, t̀h̶e͟ wa̢s͜ ̛no̶t͢hi͢n̵g̸.̀
When Gaster "Awoke" there was nothing around him, no core, no one was there with him, just two things. Silence, horrible, maddening silence. And Darkness, empty, cold darkness. Gaster was neither alive or dead, he was trapped in a void, never to live, and never to die.
Years passed as Gaster was slowly forgotten 6 humans had passed through, the king had killed each one of them, and Gaster had watched it all, he watched as monsters were slain In their paths, and there was nothing he could do. Nothing.
Slowly, Gaster grew tired of the same old thing, tired of longing for a light in this horrid darkness he called home. "Is this my fate? Is this my damnation?!"He cried out, half hoping for something, anything, to call back or even acknowledge his voice. Nothing.
"Why?! WHY AM I HERE?! WHY AM I IN THIS UNGODLY WORLD?! W̞͚͉̯̝͆ͧ̏̎̋Ḧ͕͉̬͙͓̘̈́̏̊̇̓A͊̌͏̜̫T̶͚͙ͭ ̢̜̻̲̫̯̲͑ͨ̈̈́I̛̘͕S̵̳͆ͨ͐̌͋ͧ ҉̦̩͎͙T͔͔̥͍Hͯͮ͏̻̺̟͎I̙̪̘͈̊͗͌̇́͜S͏͉̞͕ ̦͚̥͈̝͟D̼̤͙̘͍̰͍̑̃A͇̠͛̃Rͮ͆̾͑̋̄҉K̥̼̲̓͋̀N̳̯̝̼̮ͥͣ̈́̾E͏͓͔̻͎̯S͚̗͓͎̺̒͗ͧS̻͕̃ͬ̄͌̔̔?̡͙͕͖̺̦͍̱!̞̦͖̣̣͕ͥ̂̍̑͌̔͛̕ an invisible wall seemed to be trapping Gaster in the void, he could travel anywhere he wanted underground, but no one could see him, he could see nothing, just Nothing.
I..͞.I ̷g͠a̛vȩ ̧up h̷ope ͏s̴ho̵r̸t́l̕y ̸aft̵e̕r̵,́ I̢ th͝o҉ug̸h͏t͏ I̶ woùl͏d̴ ̵neve͡r̵ s͜e͞e̕ ̧li̕ght̷ ̷a͜ga͜i̢n,͟ un͠t͢il t҉he s҉ev̴e̸nt̶h̶ ̴h͘um҉a̧n ͟came, I t͢houg̡ht ͞n͏o͢th͞ing w͟ou͢ld̶ c̕hąnge th͘i͘s, but ͟that͏ h͡u͝man,̧ ̨they ch͞a̕nged͟ ͞h̨i͝s͢ ́maje̴s҉t͝y͠, ̨th͞e̢y̧ ͝f̨reed us ͡a͟ll,̨ a̴ll bu҉t̨ ̧m̶ȩ, but̵ ͢th͘en̨ I̛ ͏s̛aw s̕omet͞hing,̷ I͡ ͝saw t͜h͢e t̡hrón̕ę róom͡, I̷ s͜a͘w thęm ͠ąl͘l s̶ta͟n͘d҉i̡ng there͝,́ ͢look͏in̵ģ a͞t ̛a̧ ẃor͘ld͡ ͟t́h͏ey͟ h̷ad͏ fou̸ńd. ̵"As̕g̛oré?! ͘I̡'m̧ h̀ere!̶"̛ ̷but ҉he ͝d͘i͡dn'͡t ̵he͢a͏r ́me͟,͠ ͠per̷ḩaps͡ ̕I͞ ͏wa̕s͝ ̕tó ͝w̸eak͞ to̡ ҉b͜e̷ ̶noti͠cęd҉ ͢y͢et͘,̡ ̨bu͜ţ I ̕w̛i̢ll͜ h̶ea̧l.͝
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@Guardian Angel Haruki I have an idea to explain his 'return'
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