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Fallenreaper
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STATUS: Yes, I'm an oversize child. Deal with it. :P 7 yrs ago
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Yes, I'm an oversize child. Deal with it. :P
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8 yrs ago
That moment you've got too many rp ideas floating in your head, but you don't want to overwhelm yourself? Yeah... I'm right there, suffering in silence.
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8 yrs ago
RP hunting is like finding the rare toy in the cereal box. Doable, but the time and effort is nearly more than I can bare!
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9 yrs ago
That amazing high when you realized how far you've come in improving your writing. It's impossible to describe, but drowns you in a positive glow.
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I love being a terrible person by making my PCs' lives miserable, it's art form that never gets old or boring.
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Username.....Fallenreaper
Nicknames....Fallen (preferred), Reaper, Devour of lost souls, etc.
Gender..........Female
Sign...............Libra (true to sign surprisingly)
Occupation....Wandering and exploring the caves of my insane mind
Location.........USA (Lost in the Cornfields!)
Status............Stable.
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Advance RP
Create-A-Hero
Accepting: GM/Co-GM Nitemare Shape, Hound55, & Dedonus
Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies
Still Accepting: GM TheDuncanMorgan
Casual RP
X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising
Accepting: GM Almalthia, Co GM Pilatus
Legacy of Heroes: The New Age
Accepting: GM Jessie Targaryen, Co GMs Alfhedil and Apollosarcher
Nation RP
None
Arena RP
None yet.
Extra Stuff Featuring: Flight Rising.
Most Recent Posts
Proser said
Might be best to wait until sometime in January.
It was one of my thoughts, though we can always make it and bump it through out the month up to January as well. That is, if I may ask all of you to help with that task as I might forget or need help because I hate double posting. Also, there's a CS format in the OP now which should make it easier for everyone. For those accepted, myself and the other Co/GMs included, I would like that CS filled out ASAP. Though it won't prevent you from writing within the IC if you don't have it done. :p
It should cut down on the narrative and help paint a better image of the PC.
*pounces, and bumps upwards*
Maki Casanova said
That would have to be a last resort for me, since I took a while to write up that post, and I don't have the energy to really write up another long wall of words. I'm going to wait a few more days, and then if no one decides to interact with him, I shall have Kaiden take notice and pursue of Roan.
Alright, and I think Ellri offered as well.
Maki Casanova said
That would have to be a last resort for me, since I took a while to write up that post, and I don't have the energy to really write up another long wall of words. I'm going to wait a few more days, and then if no one decides to interact with him, I shall have Kaiden take notice and pursue of Roan.
Alright, and I think Ellri offered as well.
Jazzy said
The guild has been really shifty with me lately. I'm still here though.
Know the feeling, Jazzy, and still glad you're all still around. Zombie, Tear and me will work on the Int. Chk shortly for Apoc and try to get some new blood in, though with the holidays, I'm not sure how well that will go. >_>
Tearstone said
There are changes in the works on the CS. Still keeping the Narrative portion, but including some more traditional things now, as far as I've heard.
It should make things easier to keep track of and one that will lessen the narrative amount requirements, while making it easy to seek out key details. Also I'll edit the OOC later tonight when I am able to get on a computer, as well as reply to that collab too Tear. In addition, Zombie and Tear, I'll be putting together a GM Google doc to work on plots, skeleton frames for havens, groups and more that will give Players something to work with, build from and create some conflict. Sound alright?
Maki Casanova said
Soooo I'm going to ask again, does anyone want/need some interaction with their PC? Kaiden is pretty free, and he needs to get out of flirting with ghosts.
Currently Roan's collapsed, bleeding out and unable to move so if I could, I would. Though likely there was a few people as well as a dog who ran out of the alley Roan ran down, so it's not unreasonable that could create a bit of a scene you can draw on?
Maki Casanova said
Soooo I'm going to ask again, does anyone want/need some interaction with their PC? Kaiden is pretty free, and he needs to get out of flirting with ghosts.
Currently Roan's collapsed, bleeding out and unable to move so if I could, I would. Though likely there was a few people as well as a dog who ran out of the alley Roan ran down, so it's not unreasonable that could create a bit of a scene you can draw on?
Mar
Mar held her glare on the breathless Althalus, his form crippled and curled into a ball on the floor. It drew no sympathy from her as she viewed the man’s state. She believed he deserved it for trying to come back out and being a total idiot, his bravo met with the blunt end of her weapon. Her eyes were still filled with wrath and hurt, unwavering while she towered over the assassin. Meanwhile Leith and the guide began to pile on furniture, broken things, and anything that could be used to barricade the doors and windows where the undead could get in. If she wasn’t so pissed, Mar had considered it wiser to help but at this state, she was sure she would likely cause more damage than aid.
"Hey! Not the time. We should probably go help Grey. He's up against what seems to be a master-level Necromancer. I'm still not sure how that's possible, he's just a kid..."
It wasn’t until Leith had shouted her head had shifted sideways, holding his gaze for several moments. The albino’s words continued, his face frowned and stated something that seemed rather clear to all of them. Even with her low knowledge of other mageblood types, there was something off. If her recollection was correct, then the child, after summoning continuous magic, should’ve been dead by now.
Even when Mar lowered her aggressive stance, Leith continued with his words and reflected something she had mentally asked before.
"Is it absolutely necessary for the kid to die to stop them?" he asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the door signally they should join Grey likely. "Wouldn't being unconscious do the trick?"
While her figured lowered, her grip on her weapon didn’t loosen or seemed to have erase the boiling frustration at the whole situation. Her eyes settled on Leith longer than normal, seemingly to seek some slight hidden secret, before she released the lock and turned back to Althalus. The assassin on the other hand, had his own wrath and bitterness coiling within him. He had finally managed to pick himself upright and paused a moment, his eyes glanced around for something, then answered through gritted teeth.
"If it was any other mageblood than Obligatio, I'd say yes. A flood would stop flooding if the mage causing it was knocked out. Same thing if a mage caused an earthquake, or an inferno. But not Necromancers.. They give life to things and then orders. And those things only stop being alive when the Necromancer decides they can, or the Necromancer is dead. So yes, the only way to stop this is to kill him. Unless," Althalus added sarcastically and clearly cynical to the idea, "he can be convinced to kindly stop trying to have all his 'subjects' kill us. Somehow I think it'll be easier just to kill the little bastard. And the only way Grey won't be able to handle him is if there's a small army of weapons or corpses in there with him. Because once Grey finds him, all he has to do is kill him. Speaking of that, where's my crossbow?"
Mar tensed at the mention of the crossbow, her tail wrapped underneath her, with her eyes glaring at his causal tone. Shortly the guide had found and when it was passed to Althalus, the man whirled to face her. Her spine straighten to meet his head on reaction to her earlier tactics.
"And as for you." His dark eyes filled with fired while he spoke, his feet bring him a few steps closer, as his head tilted upward to look at her dead in her own hard glare, unflinching. A few embers of arouse, impress he hadn’t a complete cowed personality, settled in her before it was quickly crushed under her fury when he finished. "If you ever do something that stupid to me again I will kill you, have Uicle resurrect you, and then kill you again! You could have died!"
Her mouth naturally opened in a hiss, exposing her milky white fangs and body tilted higher up back to the full rearing height. In the background, the undead horde tried to claw their way in. Sounds of their hands, fingers, arms and whatever limbs were available ripped into the house’s outside. Their natural need for self-preservation was utterly gone, making Mar uncomfortable.
When Althalus turned away, Mar wasn’t about to leave it alone. Her voice raised another level as she slithered toward him, her tail at the ready for a defending sweep at his legs if needed. Her tone was steady, almost dangerously so, but held clear emotion in the chosen words which spilled from her. “There has to be another way… besides killing a child. If that were Lyn up there, Althalus, our daughter, would you still consider just sending an arrow through her chest? Answer me, could you easily stick a knife through her forehead if she was in that state? I want to hear you answer!”
Mar held her glare on the breathless Althalus, his form crippled and curled into a ball on the floor. It drew no sympathy from her as she viewed the man’s state. She believed he deserved it for trying to come back out and being a total idiot, his bravo met with the blunt end of her weapon. Her eyes were still filled with wrath and hurt, unwavering while she towered over the assassin. Meanwhile Leith and the guide began to pile on furniture, broken things, and anything that could be used to barricade the doors and windows where the undead could get in. If she wasn’t so pissed, Mar had considered it wiser to help but at this state, she was sure she would likely cause more damage than aid.
"Hey! Not the time. We should probably go help Grey. He's up against what seems to be a master-level Necromancer. I'm still not sure how that's possible, he's just a kid..."
It wasn’t until Leith had shouted her head had shifted sideways, holding his gaze for several moments. The albino’s words continued, his face frowned and stated something that seemed rather clear to all of them. Even with her low knowledge of other mageblood types, there was something off. If her recollection was correct, then the child, after summoning continuous magic, should’ve been dead by now.
Even when Mar lowered her aggressive stance, Leith continued with his words and reflected something she had mentally asked before.
"Is it absolutely necessary for the kid to die to stop them?" he asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the door signally they should join Grey likely. "Wouldn't being unconscious do the trick?"
While her figured lowered, her grip on her weapon didn’t loosen or seemed to have erase the boiling frustration at the whole situation. Her eyes settled on Leith longer than normal, seemingly to seek some slight hidden secret, before she released the lock and turned back to Althalus. The assassin on the other hand, had his own wrath and bitterness coiling within him. He had finally managed to pick himself upright and paused a moment, his eyes glanced around for something, then answered through gritted teeth.
"If it was any other mageblood than Obligatio, I'd say yes. A flood would stop flooding if the mage causing it was knocked out. Same thing if a mage caused an earthquake, or an inferno. But not Necromancers.. They give life to things and then orders. And those things only stop being alive when the Necromancer decides they can, or the Necromancer is dead. So yes, the only way to stop this is to kill him. Unless," Althalus added sarcastically and clearly cynical to the idea, "he can be convinced to kindly stop trying to have all his 'subjects' kill us. Somehow I think it'll be easier just to kill the little bastard. And the only way Grey won't be able to handle him is if there's a small army of weapons or corpses in there with him. Because once Grey finds him, all he has to do is kill him. Speaking of that, where's my crossbow?"
Mar tensed at the mention of the crossbow, her tail wrapped underneath her, with her eyes glaring at his causal tone. Shortly the guide had found and when it was passed to Althalus, the man whirled to face her. Her spine straighten to meet his head on reaction to her earlier tactics.
"And as for you." His dark eyes filled with fired while he spoke, his feet bring him a few steps closer, as his head tilted upward to look at her dead in her own hard glare, unflinching. A few embers of arouse, impress he hadn’t a complete cowed personality, settled in her before it was quickly crushed under her fury when he finished. "If you ever do something that stupid to me again I will kill you, have Uicle resurrect you, and then kill you again! You could have died!"
Her mouth naturally opened in a hiss, exposing her milky white fangs and body tilted higher up back to the full rearing height. In the background, the undead horde tried to claw their way in. Sounds of their hands, fingers, arms and whatever limbs were available ripped into the house’s outside. Their natural need for self-preservation was utterly gone, making Mar uncomfortable.
When Althalus turned away, Mar wasn’t about to leave it alone. Her voice raised another level as she slithered toward him, her tail at the ready for a defending sweep at his legs if needed. Her tone was steady, almost dangerously so, but held clear emotion in the chosen words which spilled from her. “There has to be another way… besides killing a child. If that were Lyn up there, Althalus, our daughter, would you still consider just sending an arrow through her chest? Answer me, could you easily stick a knife through her forehead if she was in that state? I want to hear you answer!”
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