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Plague-Hunters 2

Will post, is late, need sleep.

Alfheim Online: Fairy Dance of Death [Open]

That's nice. Anything else?

Edge of Tamriel - Aetherium

Shinon nodded, "I saw something up there as well, don't know what. Anyone care to lead the way?" This idea wasn't sounding as good as it did at the start. If he wanted to set a trap for a bunch of curious travelers, there wouldn't be a much better place than here. His hunter sense was tingling and he didn't like it one bit. Certainly he wasn't going to lead the way into the tower, though he wasn't ready to venture a guess as to which of his companions would.

Actions: Chat and eye tower suspiciously.

Alfheim Online: Fairy Dance of Death [Open]

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Alfheim Online: Fairy Dance of Death [Open]

Bleep bloop

Character

"Ha, they still think I'm there."

Height: 82 CM
Weight: 200 KG
RLN: Mark Jones
IGN: AEagaorn
Age: 15
Race: Spriggan
History: Mark didn't seem to have it made in the real world. He was no good at sports, couldn't be qualified as a nerd because he wasn't smart enough, and wasn't a geek because he didn't have any of those hobbies. He just kind of... existed. However as high school started for him he was determined to get good at something. Deciding a virtual game was just the thing he decided to play the least popular race and make a mark from there. The rest we all know...

Personality: Mark's going to win this game, and even if he doesn't, there's no way he is going to lose. He is very cautious, never going into a fight unless he knows exactly what to expect. Risks are decidedly a no-no in his book. However he is still determined to make his way out of here, no matter how long it takes. The Grand Quest will be completed, even if he has to do it by himself. Other than this he's fairly friendly with his own race, remaining exceedingly cautious of others if outside of a safe zone. Mark tends to come off as a little obsessed, however he just views himself as very knowledgably about what he does. He is more than willing to share what he knows, as long as it won't endanger him in anyway.

Character Build: Mark's build is essentially just shoot them with arrows and make sure they can't get close through potions, traps, and magic. If they do... well hope you can stab it to death before it stabs you.

Proficient in Bows
Proficient in Alchemy
Proficient in Illusion Magic
Proficient in Detection
Basic in Traps
Basic in Tracking
Basic in Short Sword
Trivial in Light Armor

Other: Joy-Stick flight only.

Calling all Male Demons! And Human Females….

Here

Calling all Male Demons! And Human Females….

Neven shrugged, composure was one word for it, more akin to barely controlled fury. The smile was more for the benefit of himself than the others. "In the presence of those such as him, sometimes it is your only defense." He glanced at the red and gold dressed girl, nodding slightly as he caught her words. Neven quickly signed #9's book in flowing strokes. "There." he said pleasantly, "Perhaps a bit of a warmup before the actual dance is warranted hm?" Neven asked extending his hand as an invitation. By the nine being this friendly and talkative was exhausting. How do anyone ever keep this up for long? Hopefully this girl wouldn't be too clumsy.

Calling all Male Demons! And Human Females….

I thought we were dancing with everyone, is it only the people who have signed now? If so my only partner is the fair #9.

Calling all Male Demons! And Human Females….

Neven caught the pen in other hand, utterly unfazed whilst still staring at the clown. He memorized the arrogant walk, the way he his legs casually moved. Neven would not forget the attempted slight, nor its deliverer. It appeared the fool was attempting to seduce one of the ladies before the dance had even begun. Idiot, Neven hoped the buffoon got slapped, if Neven had his full powers he would make the fool regret the day he'd been conceived, for now he would simply have to keep the man memorized for later. Confident that he would not forget the offender he turned back to #9, a pleasant smile on his face, albeit covered by his mask. "As we were?"

@Roecoon

The Magic Apprentice(s) (REBOOT)

Bristle nodded, as he thought, this man was the master who lived here. Able to teach magic. "Then if you are the master, please, teach us how to use magic." A simple request, perhaps even under-worded, but Bristle was in no state of mind to think of anything more elegant. At least he assumed the others were here to learn magic. Why in the nine would you be here otherwise?