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7 yrs ago
Current Try checking the Articles and Guides section
7 yrs ago
I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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8 yrs ago
It does.
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8 yrs ago
PC and Tablet ded, send help
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8 yrs ago
I lived the land of no internet
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Bristlebane easily followed Remy as he smashed into a building by using his makeshift wok as a makeshift battering ram for the window. He jumped into the building throwing in a frontflip and landing perfectly, then turned to Remy. "So whats the plan chef?" he asked curious to see what exactly he was doing, it didn't seem like hiding would work very well for very long.
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Elza grabbed one of Agni's arms and said "Dibs! Now to find someone else to join team awesome..." her voice trailing off as she surveyed the room for a suitable canidate, it seemed most poeple were just fighting over Meruin. Finally Elza decided that the chick that had entered on a tornado for some reason could join thier group, "Hey, come over here we need one more!" She shouted out.
Currently making a female healer. Considering making a female lord as well but probally not, i don't usually play two characters
Name: Arathyra

Appearance:

Apparent Age: 19

Gender: Female

Nation: Grado

Class: Faithful(Female)

Weapon Mastery: Staves D

Level: 1

Background: Arathyra was born in a small village, her mother served as the towns Wise Woman so to speak. Always ready with a healing remedy, or if the situation was worse, then her trusty stave. Her mother told her that the stave had been in the family for a very long time so you could always count on it. Arathyra, being a young girl, of course wanted to be like her mother and quickly learned alongside her the arts of healing. Eventually though when she was old enough she decided that she wanted to do something more important.

So Arathyra traveled to the capital in order to find a better use for her skills. Her mother gave her the family stave as well as another stave that Arathyra had never seen before as a farewell gift telling her that she would even be able to help people far away with it once she learned how to use it. Arathya was over joyed with the gift and promised her mother that she would learn how to use it before she departed on her adventure to the capital. She departed with a group of traders there heading there and decided to aim high and see if she could find work at the castle itself.

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Equipment and Items: x1 Heal, x1 Physic, x1 Elixir

Personality: Arathyra is very kind and as a result rather naive. She gets very serious over things she cares about and she just wants to help in any way she can.

Ability Assessment: Arathyra is extremly talented in healing and can heal most wounds with ease but has no skill in any other area.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Freakisly ticklish, loves animals. Doesn't eat meat and is terrified of loud noises. Is a terrible cook but wants to get better and often volunteers to make food. Dreams of finding true love

R-button Summarization: A sweet young healer from Grado
Sorom twitched as for the first time since he had prayed to Moros as a little child, he was answered. The dark whispers of his patron echoed in his mind and Sorom briefly had to consider, had he finally gone insane? He had heard of delusional fools thinking they could talk to the gods. He shook these thoughts out of head and responded out loud to his god, "You're right, I wasn't strong enough. Maybe I'll never be strong enough to protect anything I want, But that won't stop me. I will become strong enough to choose my own path and choose my own death no matter what you do to stop me." He said angrily his hands quivering with ill-concealed rage. All these years and this was his response? That he was too weak? If Moros or whoever it was that was talking to him thought that he would give up after a few discouraging words they were dead wrong.
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Leon's eyes widened in surprise as he heard the dull clunk of his knife clattering against heavy plate armor. Plate? Who walked around wearing plate armor? Although he was more surprised when the man tried to hide it from some reason and pretend to be hurt, foolish man, the act wouldn't have fooled a blind man. Seeing Charles grab a hold of something in his cloak and thinking that he was reaching for a dagger Leon slunk down setting his body low to the ground making it easier for him to dodge as he closed the distance between him and the butcher. However to his surprise the man pulled out a strange contraption he had never seen before, but given the man was pointing it at him it was most likely some kind of hand-crossbow so Leon jumped forward angling his body to avoid the shot.

What he hadn't been expecting was the loud bang and speed of the projectile as it whizzed through the air and slammed into the side of his leg. Luckily his preemptive jump and leather armor kept the damage small and through the searing pain it seemed he only had a small hole in the the big muscle of his leg. Leon grinned viciously as hot blood ran down his leg, this would be fun he hadn't been injured in a while, even if the wound would no doubt take weeks if not months to heal before it fully healed. The force of his jump still carried him into Charles and unless the man was fast enough to move out of his reach immediately after firing his strange tool they would topple to the ground together. Here Leon had the advantage since he already had two knives in his hands and was stabbing towards what he knew to be weak points in plate amour, the armpit and the neck, as they fell to the ground.
To MUCH PRESSURE! *Presses panic button relashing a cloud of smoke and vanishes from computer never to be seen again*
I would like to play this.
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