Flightless_Soul

The Woman in Black: A Cold War Spy/Assassin RP

Vortex said
Oh? What is your ethnicity may i ask?Im Australian if your wondering :D

German actually. My family moved to the states when I was 10.

Mount & Blade

I'd say go ahead and post again. It shouldn't be too hard for arowne to catch up since there's not that many posts.

The Woman in Black: A Cold War Spy/Assassin RP

Vortex said
Oh well, im not Murican anyways

Neither am I....well, I still live in America.

Being Human

Vortex said
"Rope n go" amirite?Or "chain n gain"?

My personal life is my own...you commie spy! <.<

Mount & Blade

TheSecret said
wow...i had to check if i was in an advanced rp by mistake

Yeah sorry. Got a little too carried away there....eheh... ^///^;

Being Human

"Hey Matty!" He heard Kansas chime from her counter, like Freddy Krueger's claws scraping across a washboard. "You got a customer!"

"For f*ck sakes, Kan, I thought I told you to...." But when Matt saw the customer in question, his heart nearly exploded from his chest. "Oh f*ck....." Alright Matt, be cool. Maybe she didn't get a good look at you last time. Maybe she doesn't know you were about to cremate that old fart. Putting on his usual laid back demeanor, but still sweating underneath, Matt gave a sly grin to the chick and said, "Hey, long time no see." Damn. Even if she did see me on fire, I'd still go for her. He figured she might have recognized him though from that whistle earlier this morning. "Pull up a chair and tell me what you want."

Being Human

KatherinWinter said
LOL you got it.

YOU SADISTS!!! And not the whips and chains kind either, because at least that's sexy! notthatiwouldknow ;<.<

Life as a Soldier: Life on base (OOC)

Jax, always one to impress the ladies Kevin thought, even if that meant doing some stupid stuff, and Kevin was definitely expecting Jax to do something of that sort. Merely though, the gunny kept quiet , a short snicker to himself expecting to see what Jax was gonna pull. He kept his eyes focused on the outside, but his mind slowly began to drift. Kevin thought of back home, a forty acre ranch just a few miles from his hometown. He had gotten the word just the other day that his paw finally passed away after a long battle with lung cancer and had gone to see the Lord. Here Kevin was though, miles and oceans away from Lubbock. No telling when he'd be able to get back stateside to see his family. Kevin was never one for showing emotions, but on the inside it gutted him like a hot kabar to know his dad....was gone. Kevin sighed shaking his head, trying to get the bad thoughts out and get his self focused again on keeping watch.

Mount & Blade

The wind carried with her Aureim's faint, icy kiss that fell upon the cheeks of the auburn haired girl crouched low amidst the flowing emerald seas of tall grasses wavering in the gentle autumn breeze. Her fur boots wrapped her delicate feet in soothing warmth, such as the white Fangorn Wolf pelt and elk hide tunic she adorned, traditional wear of the forest dwellers. With a pinewood bow clutched in her hands and a steel arrow nocked with red hawk feathers, the scraggly Valetor girl took aim at her prey, a majestic white stag grazing about the grass. His antlers stood tall and proud atop his broad head, crowning this beast of the Earth Mother as rightful king to all the creatures of the valley. But to a skilled hunter such as Saeras, he was her prey....her morning nourishment. The stag treaded gracefully a stone’s throw from Saeras, within perfect striking distance of her arrow. She pulled back the arrow and focused her eyes on the target, the gleaming, meaty neck of the beast, one shot was all she needed.

“You’re mine…” Saeras whispered under her breath, conjuring a hot mist against the bitter frost of Aureim, and then, she let the arrow fly from her fingers and swiftly dart through the air, ending with a satisfying thump into the animal’s hearty flesh and the loud dying wail of the stag. He collapsed into the grass with a slow trickle of blood staining into his bristling white fur and into the earth below, creating a crimson pool about the arrow wound. “Yes!” Saeras yelped with triumph. She ran to the wounded beast and plucked out her arrow, looking into his black marble eyes and seeing…his fear. The stag’s belly undulated with several short and frantic breaths, and its cold nose flared hot. He was in severe pain obviously, and there was only one thing to do for a suffering animal.

“Shhh….there there, beast.” Saeras cooed softly and petted the animal’s head, another hand reaching for her scramasax. “I shall put you out of your misery and return thee to the Earth Mother.” The Stag breathed harder, blood still seeping from the gaping wound in his neck. He was sure to die soon, but it was best for the animal to die quickly. Saeras took a few moments drawing the blade to bless her blade, “May your bones crumble to dust and may she who gave birth to all of nature rebirth you again from ashes and earth.” She then plunged her blade into the animal, who at first squealed and groaned with more agony, but soon faded…the soul leaving his body and returning to the Earth Mother. Once it was done, Saeras went to work. A few wee hours had passed as she dressed the stag and took only what was necessary, meat, antlers, and hide. Only bones remained of the stag. She sheathed her scramasax and stowed her bow, stuffing the meat into a bag of mineral salts to keep it fresh, and then Saeras was on her way back to the camp, carrying the spoils of another successful hunt.

Being Human

He already missed band practice by a long shot, so instead Matt was off to the Human Canvas to start his shift, or rather two shifts since he was covering for Barry, this fat biker dude with a Zakk Wylde beard, or really he kinda looked like Kerry King from Slayer. Barry worked nights, but today he called in sick, probably nursing another hangover from getting hammered at Duffer's on Main. Lighting up another cigarette with his hand, Matt strolled in through the mall and past all the retail stores before making it to his job. "Yo." He said to Kansas, the green haired skinny chick working behind the counter, working as in flipping through a Revolver magazine and smacking on pomegranate bubblegum. "You working for Barry tonight, Matty?" Kansas jested, knowing well Matt hated being called that. Matt merely sighed, "Yeah, again. Said he's got a f*cking jackhammer in his head after slamming down shots at Duffer's." Matt sat down in his chair and threw off his hoodie, getting his tattoo gun and his station ready for his shift. As always, the sound system in the Canvas was blaring out some killer tracks, this time it was "Slither" by Velvet Revolver.