FateWeaver

Medieval Headbutt

Pyro V said
Thanks. Figured we needed someone more on the dark side of things. Will find picture eventually. Probably.

Your sig is oddly mesmerizing...

The System

Nobody moved but the flames and the man talking. It was an interesting plateau, but it was wasting time. The System would not be that far behind him. They couldn't stay here forever, not in the current situation. With this in mind, Cinder made to move past the resistance members. One of the two that he attempted to slip between shoved him harshly, pressing the barrel of his gun to Cinder's chest. Anger flared up, and the flames flared with it. The world narrowed to him and the other man, and he pulled his hand back, preparing to introduce the fool to the taste of ashes.

The sound of heavy steps and machinery distracted him enough to stay his hand and turn his head. It wasn't long before a large robot appeared, seemingly cobbled together with scraps. A voice boomed out, but the words meant little to him, but the tone was that of an inquiry. He felt that it was fairly obvious what he was, but Cinder lowered his hand and turned to face the robot completely to give it a better look at the flames wreathing his arm and slight glow in his eyes. This robot was clearly more important than any of the others, who had lowered their weapons.

"Won't go back. Can't go back. Never going back," was what left Cinder's mouth as his mind worked slowly to untangle the situation.

RWBY rp anyone?

I kinda like the tourney idea

Medieval Headbutt

CS incoming here shortly

Marcus Crowe

(These are not his blades)
Name: Marcus Crowe
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf Half-Breed
Attributes: Improved Scent, Nightvision, Clawed Hands
Age: 19
Faction: Rogue
Occupation: Thief-Lord's Warden
Weapons: Pair of short swords, longbow
Armor: Chain shirt, leather leggings, boots, and bracers, woolen cloak.
History: From the time the position of Thief-Lord was established, the Crowe line have been their guardians. The Crowe's were chosen specifically for their particular breed on the assumption that they would be more loyal than the average human. Thus far, this has always proved true. Marcus has trained since the age of five for this position, instructed by his father to replace his father. Until his father is no longer fit for duty, however, Marcus serves a lesser role as the Thief-Lord's eyes, ears, and hunting dog. While his father remains with the Lord day and night, Marcus travels all three sections of the city, carrying out the Lord's orders and gathering intelligence for him. This has been, and always will be his life, and Marcus sees no problem with this. At the very least, he takes solace in the fact that he knows his purpose in a world where so many lack direction.

Shattermane Academy |Rise of the Dragoons.|

Looks like some of my others aren't getting off the ground. Now officially in.

Heroes: The Fall

Sorry, withdrawing interest. Too much on my plate.

Shattermane Academy |Rise of the Dragoons.|

I just have a bunch of other RP's starting (just came off hiatus) and want to make sure I actually have the drive to do what I've already signed up for before I add more.

The System

Cinder continued on his path at a decent walking pace, never breaking into anything faster than a light jog. Any more and the flames could die, or flare up and become easily noticed. Twice more he crossed paths with small System groups, obviously scouts trying to pin down the resistance. Twice more he left nothing but burnt corpses. They would only want to kill him, or inject the foul Serum into him. I'm never going back to that place. I will die first. This thought was one of few he clung to, one of few that remained to him.

It was not long after the last System group that Cinder's walk came to an end. He stepped into a clearing, arm wreathed in fire, to find himself behind several men and a couple women. They wore no uniforms nor lab coats, and Cinder strangely felt no hostility towards them. Once he was noticed, several guns were leveled in his direction, and one of the men started talking into a communicator of some kind. Cinder did not react to the guns or the words, still trying to fit these people into his view of the world. A full minute past before he realized that this must be the resistance. How long has it been since my worldview narrow so far as to forget even that...?

Shattermane Academy |Rise of the Dragoons.|

I'm interested, but I want to see how a few other things pan out first. Don't want to get in over my head :3

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

The leaves of the tree rustled softly in the same wind that caught the page of Thomas' book, turning it prematurely. Returning to the page he was on, he took the time to look at his watch. Free period was coming to an end, and he would just make it to class on time if he left now. Committing the proper page number to memory, he stood and stretched before picking up his bag and heading towards the school.

Everything was so much more quiet than before, in his eyes. Students talked in hushed tones in the halls and classes seemed more subdued. And Thomas no longer went unseen. Before Sierra... left, most people wouldn't so much as glance in his direction, and he moved through the school like a ghost; unseen, unheard, and liking it that way. Now though, he always drew stares, and knew people whispered about him once he had passed. It was that damn list. Five names and a sentence on a scrap of paper that nobody knew the meaning of. Were they responsible somehow? Had Sierra wanted to tell them something?

Thomas had devoted a week of thinking to it, and hadn't even scratched the surface of the possibilities. He barely knew the Andersons or the Parker girl, and certainly didn't feel comfortable approaching them to ask about it. The fifth name, Nigellus Rollins, was completely unfamiliar. He wasn't a student or a teacher, or anyone Thomas could find. The whole event was an enigma, and clearly beyond him.

Once in the building, he did his best to ignore the stares. Thomas kept his eyes on the ground as he made his way to his locker. Once there, he took a peek around from behind his hair, seeing Dylan down the hall, at her own locker. He couldn't help but notice her and the others on the list more often these days, but he gave no hint of it as he swapped history and math books for English and science. As he closed his locker, he saw the couple by the water fountain and decided he wouldn't grab some water after all. Starting in the other direction, he headed towards his next class, eyes on the ground once more.