Eviledd1984

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

I am very interested in participating in this rp; i had an idea for a character like Clint Eastwood form The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

Brightside Bioweapon Research Facility - An RP About Mad Science and Free Donuts

I am very interested in participating in this rp; i had an idea for a creepy but comical test subject.

Avalia

O'Ner Faister

TIME: Late Afternoon

LOCATION: The Grand Ball, Roshmi City

INTERACTIONS: @13org Myra

O'Ner was starting to enjoy himself; after dancing with two people he was becoming more comfortable with his dancing abilities. Seeing her smiling face was a differentiate positive to this ball; having to look away for a moment because he was trying to hide his own smile and embarrassed face. "I am sorry; I have not danced i a very long time" He kept his hand on her waist. Leading her for the time being; keeping his eyes on the people around him. Making mental notes on the other dancers.

He was not sure if she could speak; so gathering information form her would be quite difficult. An option would be asking yes or no questions. "Your quite a good dancer; Did you take classes to learn?" He asked wanting start easy with the questions. But in the back of his mind he wondered if he should be working fast; he needed to ask the right questions to get info and not arouse her superiors.

World of Light

@Lugubrious

Doom Slayer

Level 1 Doom Slayer

Location: Dead Zone

Word Count: 224

The Slayer said nothing after he had skated over the chain; not wanting to tell the group of his teenage years. Besides that was not the main concern at moment. Walking with the group into the courthouse; scanning the area of the ruined courthouse. Reminded of people criminal, civilians, and officers; all of them going on about their lives. This thought made him clench his fist; All of the normalcy and good in the world being destroyed. Hearing a voice calling them; talking about them being judged; but he thought this person was least qualify to judge them.

But their was a demonic presence he could sense; readying his shotgun cocking it loudly while looking up at the figure. He wondered what kind of creature he was going to summon; he was going to enjoy killing both the summon and the demon. This bastard pissed him off; he couldn't put his finger on it. But he could not wait to beat him with his severed leg. Seeing the large snake like creature; he hated snakes even at a young age.

Running towards Minos firing his shotgun at the face of the creature; seeing the smoke shooting out of his mouth. Watching the smoke flooding the ground. Thinking on his feet and jumping on Mino's tentacles; firing at it's tail hoping to cripple it somehow. Wanting to shot or rip off his tentacles. Protecting Nadia from Mino's fist by moving closer; shooting at his eyes.

Avalia

O'Ner Faister

TIME: Late Afternoon

LOCATION: The Grand Ball, Roshmi City

INTERACTIONS:.@13org Myra

O'Ner watched her writing her name in the air; "Myra a very beautiful name" Keeping his smile. He could tell their was something wrong with him. A thought came to his head that it could be his undead smell; he thought he had masked it after his transformation. But she must have a sharp nose to still smell his form. He would have to be careful talking to her.

He wondered if she could even speak; if she couldn't then that would be preferable because their would not be the possible of ruining his cover. Taking her head and leading her to the dance floor; placing his hand on her waist and leading the dance. Even though his movement was a bit sloppy; he seemed to be getting the hang of dancing since last time. His eyes watching her face and body language; wondering what kind of secrets she is hiding.

The Forest of Helsend

@baraquiel @Blizz

Micah Aarseth

Looking at the drawing feeling a sense of dread; he was trying to gather some information from the boy. But before he could ask some important question the boy was called by his mother. Cursing under his breath holding the drawing in his hand; studying the drawing he felt like he had seen this figure before in a tomb. "We have seen this figure before" Pocketing the drawing and following Neith. "Perhaps in the morning we can discuss what our next plan of action should be" Keeping his pace with the elf woman.

"Their is a inn in the village; we can rest their and come up with a plan in the morning" Pointing towards a two story building deep inside of the village. Micah would need to perform a ritual to see what other's cannot. However he may need a private room to perform the ritual.

Avalia

O'Ner Faister

TIME: Late Afternoon

LOCATION: The Grand Ball, Roshmi City

INTERACTIONS:.@13org Myra

O'Ner noticed the woman coming towards him, bowing his head towards her and smiling. “Good evening, my name is Mathis Sunderland. May I ask the name of the person I will be dancing with?” He asked seeing her face weary of his presence. He wondered if she could sense his undead presence. Which in that case he too would have to be wary when around her. Holding out his hand for her to take it, in the back of his mind he wondered if he should avoid her. But that would cause a lot of suspicion, and could ruin his facade.

This female was quite attractive, reminding him of her late wife. Which was something he would have to be cautious of while speaking to her.

World of Light

@Lugubrious

Doom Slayer

Level 1 Doom Slayer

Location: Dead Zone

Word Count: 442

The Slayer grappled the hag's arm spinning her around like a rag doll, slamming her into the creatures around him. Releasing his grasp on her arm unintentionally ripping of her arm in the process. He could see the body of the hag slamming into the imp like creature, the imp who reminded him of the fire ball hurling creatures on Phobos. The imp as he nicknamed it was coming back at him, to which the Slayer dispatched him easily with a hard punch to the face. Wiping some of the blood and brain matter on a near by corpse. Turning to face the bat like creatures feeling his blood boiling, he hated flying demons because of how annoying they were to dispatch.

Firing his pistol at the bat like creatures, making sure to stomp their little bodies so they don't get back up. Noticing the rest of the hoard coming towards him, reloading his shotgun and firing a few shots at them. Noticing the hag running at him swinging her one arm wildly, waiting for the hag to come closer to him. Aiming his shotgun so the barrel of his shotgun was pressed against her face. Pulling the trigger and blowing the hag's head off of her shoulder. Unlike his comrades he did not come up with a witty one liner before pulling the trigger. Clearing out the hoards and other demons that were surrounding him, all of their lifeless bodies surrounding him. Feeling that the demonic Secretary could have helped them fighting the hoard, but then again perhaps she has not combat experience.

Looking over towards the demonic dog and the group fighting it, Watching it's now twitching lifeless body turning to ash. Finding V, Nero and Nadia's fighting skills to be impressive for demonic scum. Once again following the group to their destination, seeing the half sunken mall and the frightening situation to cross the gap. He did not think he would be able to cross the chain safety. Looking around the area noticing a empty looking car and noticing a skateboard inside of it, a reminder of innocent lives lost. Grabbing the skateboard and standing a few feet away from the gap. Putting away his weapons and getting on the skateboard and skating towards the chain, Grinding on the chain across the gap. Throwing the skateboard away and looking toward the courthouse.
If this was the origin of this creature then they would need to move quickly. Starting to jog towards the courthouse, hoping that the others would follow him.

The Forest of Helsend

Micah Aarseth

Micah quickly matched her step outside of the tavern, agreeing on her sentiment about speaking about sensitive matters around other ears. Listening to her about the gold inside of the forest, a fact he had knowledge of beforehand. “We have heard of the rumors, we fear that there is something dangerous guarding this prized treasure” One of his hands starting to rubbing his arm, feeling a sudden chill running down his body. Personally he was not interested in the gold, what he was more interested in was the unknown knowledge inside of the forest.

He wanted to know what kind of secrets tombs and magic he could find in the forest. The only issue would be the horrid creatures roaming the forest grounds. The thought of being near thoughts creatures made his skin crawl. But if he could use others to help him to find this knowledge, turning to the child and peeking over his shoulder seeing what he had drawn. Noticing they were like the drawings he would jot down in his journal.

“Child what is this you doodle?” He asked the child now standing over behind the child. His appearance to the child could be quite frightening, his appearance and social skills being well known as being nonexistent. But his tone of voice was soft, he kneeled down a little so he was eye level with the boy.

Avalia

O'Ner Faister

TIME: Late Afternoon

LOCATION: The Grand Ball, Roshmi City

INTERACTIONS:@Tae Kenia. @13org Myra



O’Ner looked around to whom Kenia mentioned, listening to what she was saying. Shaking his head when he heard of Lord Camus’s inappropriate behavior. A man who is unfaithful to his wife deserves to be castrated and stripped of his home, perhaps that was too harsh. But he felt that it was a man's duty to be faithful to her as she would to him. “An inter sting fellow, i will need to keep a eye on him” He spoke. Perhaps he could be of use to him in the future, maybe he could blackmail the lord in serving him and him alone. “I noticed the Countess Marsh participating in this masquerade. Over there she is speaking with her husband the Count Grubstake. The count is a very influential man, his head mostly in drinking and i heard working for some unsavory people” He moved along with her keeping a eye on Count Grubstake.

“The Countess is quite unfaithful herself, From the rumors i have heard she is in quite the truss with one of her servants” He motioned with his head towards the countess. He was saddened to stop dancing with the elf, she was quite interesting and wondered if he could sneak in another dance with her later. “I thank you as well for the dance, once again i apologies for my poor dancing skills” O'Ner turned around from the woman bowing before walking away. Sending his own bird to send the invitation to dance to his next partner.