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Donk
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What a load of Donk.
STATUS: It might be three inches, but it smells like a foot. 11 yrs ago
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I'll go ahead and have a post up by tonight.
But a few things to clarify, are we all currently members of Night Kiss, and already had the initiation done? If so, are we all just going to crowd around Simeon and let him speak? I can just see six people showing up looking for one person.
But a few things to clarify, are we all currently members of Night Kiss, and already had the initiation done? If so, are we all just going to crowd around Simeon and let him speak? I can just see six people showing up looking for one person.
I am ready to pelvicular thrust.
You fools!
You'll only cause a rip in the space time continuum!
You'll only cause a rip in the space time continuum!
I do believe we are still accepting, at least, I'm pretty sure Shon is.
Krauxis, when I said I wouldn't mind having a character connection, I was talking about what Shon said,
I'll be building a character in the near future, if you'd like, they can be related to your entrance. Feel free to PM me if you fancy that.
Sorry for the mix up, matey.
And, I guess I'll just keep the relation to myself, then, since you already created your character, Shon. Also, since we're getting a good amount of players, can we get an ETA on the IC?
I'll be building a character in the near future, if you'd like, they can be related to your entrance. Feel free to PM me if you fancy that.
Sorry for the mix up, matey.
And, I guess I'll just keep the relation to myself, then, since you already created your character, Shon. Also, since we're getting a good amount of players, can we get an ETA on the IC?
I get what you're saying with the image, and I think I've come up with a way to accurately solve the problem, just make sure to check the image in a little bit, as I've added a bit of a 'Wanted' description to it. Its also funny the character I chose for my portrait. Ladd Russo, from the anime Baccano! is the choice of mine. Of course, you'd have to watch the anime to actually know the man, but he's fairly different from Rhus so far. I also prefer not to use anime pictures... well, mostly. As long as its not too Uguu~ Kawaii~ Senpai~ filled, I'm okay with it.
As for your character, I'd be delighted to see if they knew each other. You can send me a PM, if you want.
As for your character, I'd be delighted to see if they knew each other. You can send me a PM, if you want.
I am Fate's Strike unexpectedly come, I come too soon and am before their time, I am reaper, predator, and I swear this Oath before Selene. I, Darius Boretto of Sweet Night, One Faint Kiss. Amongst Night's Chosen, I shall be Rhus Lancia .
The Chosen are my kin, I am servant to Selene for She is my patron, my Divine. Through my kin, I offer my skills to Selene. I offer the skills that I can call to my name. My ability to kill, as I swagger my way through the enemy, using dagger and wine to defeat my foes. I give my knowledge of the many different brews known to man, allowing myself to fool Selene's foes, I hide within' plain sight, being generous and kind before I claim a life. I thank Selene for my face, not many know it, and that I use to my advantage. My last gift is a crooked tongue, like that of a snake, to ever weaken my foes. . I submit my greatest flaws: my lack of strength in battle, for without my tools, I become but a simple man, defenseless against a sword or rifle. I also submit my... blinded dreams of love, for women are a blessing on this world, and I submit to temptations so eagerly, so that my kin might aid me in my time of need. I recognize the Sweet Night knows no politics and declare mine openly to shed temptation. I regret that I absolutely despise the many races of this world, for all are inferior to humanity. But, as I join, . may my kin aid me should I stumble as I shall do so for them.
Openly I declare with neither pride nor shame-- for Sweet Night knows neither-- my past as kin may know. I was born but a simple child, neither destined for nobility, nor destined for war. I chose a different side, that of the shadows and thievery. I regret that I did what I did to survive, taking from others, much of a bully as I was a child. It was easier back then, for children do not house the rage and anger that many people do. Of course, adults only need know the taste of a good wine to spill their secrets... and blood. All it took for children was a quick push and a shove, maybe a blackened eye, and suddenly I had a few coins, or a meal for the night. I did what I could for my mother, who, after my father died down in the deep dark of the mines, took to the brew to keep down her fears and sadness. I took care of her, but, she died when I was finally turned six and ten years.
After that, I had a meager life. Forced to work in the same tunnels that my own father had worked and died in. I fled, one day, to finally realize my purpose. All it took to bring down the head of the Mine was a swift tongue, a few flagons of ale, and a quick knife to the throat. It was surprisingly easy to penetrate the thin flesh as we walked down an alleyway, and the way the way the brew foamed out of the newly added hole as he choked to death... still leaves me with excitement every time I see it.
I do not hide from the gaze of my kin. Do not fret if I ask you for a drink, for as a man, I succumb to the taste as any other, it is both my tool, and what allows me to get through the day. Of course, I've grown a tolerance over the years, I've drunken many fine ales and wines, some simply awful, some that danced on my tongue, like a maiden in your trousers. I also admit my love for the fairer sex, as even I some times can not control myself, and become like a dog in heat, looking for a leg to hump. But, I am not a horny old man, I am a suave gentleman, and will control myself if I can.
Expect me to be of little use in a straight on fight, I did not get past the push and shove and onto the clashing of swords and smell of gunpowder that is today. I can hold my own, at least, but not very well. I do not use a sword, but a knife. Those are not as easily revealed as a dagger, hidden in one's boot or coat. And, all it takes is a quick stab, and a job well done with a dagger.
Truly as I am Rhus Lancia and amongst Night's Chosen, I seal my Oath. Of Sweet Night, One Faint Kiss. Early Spring, 409, of the 4th Era.
--Attached is a drawn portrait of Rhus.
The Chosen are my kin, I am servant to Selene for She is my patron, my Divine. Through my kin, I offer my skills to Selene. I offer the skills that I can call to my name. My ability to kill, as I swagger my way through the enemy, using dagger and wine to defeat my foes. I give my knowledge of the many different brews known to man, allowing myself to fool Selene's foes, I hide within' plain sight, being generous and kind before I claim a life. I thank Selene for my face, not many know it, and that I use to my advantage. My last gift is a crooked tongue, like that of a snake, to ever weaken my foes. . I submit my greatest flaws: my lack of strength in battle, for without my tools, I become but a simple man, defenseless against a sword or rifle. I also submit my... blinded dreams of love, for women are a blessing on this world, and I submit to temptations so eagerly, so that my kin might aid me in my time of need. I recognize the Sweet Night knows no politics and declare mine openly to shed temptation. I regret that I absolutely despise the many races of this world, for all are inferior to humanity. But, as I join, . may my kin aid me should I stumble as I shall do so for them.
Openly I declare with neither pride nor shame-- for Sweet Night knows neither-- my past as kin may know. I was born but a simple child, neither destined for nobility, nor destined for war. I chose a different side, that of the shadows and thievery. I regret that I did what I did to survive, taking from others, much of a bully as I was a child. It was easier back then, for children do not house the rage and anger that many people do. Of course, adults only need know the taste of a good wine to spill their secrets... and blood. All it took for children was a quick push and a shove, maybe a blackened eye, and suddenly I had a few coins, or a meal for the night. I did what I could for my mother, who, after my father died down in the deep dark of the mines, took to the brew to keep down her fears and sadness. I took care of her, but, she died when I was finally turned six and ten years.
After that, I had a meager life. Forced to work in the same tunnels that my own father had worked and died in. I fled, one day, to finally realize my purpose. All it took to bring down the head of the Mine was a swift tongue, a few flagons of ale, and a quick knife to the throat. It was surprisingly easy to penetrate the thin flesh as we walked down an alleyway, and the way the way the brew foamed out of the newly added hole as he choked to death... still leaves me with excitement every time I see it.
I do not hide from the gaze of my kin. Do not fret if I ask you for a drink, for as a man, I succumb to the taste as any other, it is both my tool, and what allows me to get through the day. Of course, I've grown a tolerance over the years, I've drunken many fine ales and wines, some simply awful, some that danced on my tongue, like a maiden in your trousers. I also admit my love for the fairer sex, as even I some times can not control myself, and become like a dog in heat, looking for a leg to hump. But, I am not a horny old man, I am a suave gentleman, and will control myself if I can.
Expect me to be of little use in a straight on fight, I did not get past the push and shove and onto the clashing of swords and smell of gunpowder that is today. I can hold my own, at least, but not very well. I do not use a sword, but a knife. Those are not as easily revealed as a dagger, hidden in one's boot or coat. And, all it takes is a quick stab, and a job well done with a dagger.
Truly as I am Rhus Lancia and amongst Night's Chosen, I seal my Oath. Of Sweet Night, One Faint Kiss. Early Spring, 409, of the 4th Era.
--Attached is a drawn portrait of Rhus.
HURR DURR.
HOW REED?!
That sounds good, I always like an original character sheet, shakes things up a bit. I might come up with a few ideas for towns and what not, but I'll have to wait and see.
HOW REED?!
That sounds good, I always like an original character sheet, shakes things up a bit. I might come up with a few ideas for towns and what not, but I'll have to wait and see.
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