Avatar of Flood
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  • Old Guild Username: Floodtalon
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6 yrs ago
Current Imagine thinking a root beer other than A&W is the best
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7 yrs ago
Shut the fuck up nerds
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7 yrs ago
Fuck off Garde
8 yrs ago
Stop looking at me
8 yrs ago
Who are you people

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Ryan walked up and tapped on the mic to see if it worked. "I'm Ryan. I'm number 7 on the student council, if you want to take my spot, good luck. I use elemental magics, and am working on my own secret weapon." He introduced himself, bowed, and then disappeared in a gust of wind. He reappeared on a rafter above everyone else.
I'm going to be offline for a lot of the week, just wanted to let everyone know.
Just wanted to let everyone know I won't be on that often this week.
Flood watched the entire scene with an impassive stare after calming down. A rage that he thought he had buried long ago had resurfaced. "I going to kill him." He stated this very simply. This was not a goal, this was a fact. "My father just abandoned me. This man actively tortured his son for his own gain. He will die by the end of the day, this I swear on my blood." He took a knife out of his pocket and sliced his hand open. He let the blood drain out as his wound already began healing. He then turned towards Bruce. "Forgive me for the violent rage earlier. One of my more protective personalities had taken over. I am in full control now." He told him.
Name*: Ryan Alon Age*(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender*: Male Abilities*: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish)*: Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.
[quote=@arowne97]
Real Name Haru Shiba Alias Gender Male Age 21 Weapon(s) Arcana Fool Persona
Mask [hider=mask][img] Attire (I'll find one in a minute or so.) Occupation Bartender Personality TBR Weaknesses/Fears He has a really bad fear of heights, and can't swim so he refuses to go in deep water. Special Abilities / Traits / Attributes / Quirks: To hide all of his weaknesses, he acts like a jokester and pretends to not take anything seriously. Themesong [ Entirely optional, but cool as hell.] Other [ Anything that I missed. ] I'll finish this soon, but for attire, do you mean what they wear in the soul train or normal everyday attire? [/quote] Either or. I suppose you could put everyday attire in the Other section if you wanted.
Wow i leave for a few hours and everything goes to absolute hell.
Flood had followed everyone to the warehouse and was seething. He began firing at whatever he could that was hostile and continued getting angry. "Don't ever hurt my friends!" He yelled at Crane as he took aim at him with a pistol. He then fired randomly in anger, bullets flying everywhere.
Molly lets out a groan and balances her weight between Dimitri and her hammer. Her head was still swimming and she felt as if her brain was leaking into her back and shoulders, feeling the warmth leave her head and trickle out into the open air. Dimitri spoke to her, and only because he was so close could she hear him clearly. His voice was a warbling, muted mess but she could make out the words clearly enough.
""May"? You definitely need to see a medic of some sort. I'm really sorry 'bout the headbutt. It was a heat of the moment thing, y'know battle rage going and, well, sorry."
She lazily rolled her head and waved a hand. "Don' worry 'bout it, i's my faul'd for turnin' m' back an' gettin' caught up with jus' one opponent. Y' ain't done nothin' wrong. Wat'r unduh th' bridge." Try as she might have to nudge him in the side, she only succeeded in flapping in her arm in his general direction. It really was a pathetic display. But through her one eye, she caught a figure coming up to them and could hear the warped hums of speech through the ringing in her ears. As she stepped shakily, she tried to focus her hearing and discern something from what he was saying.
Ryan confirmed inked walking down the hallway when he saw Dimitri and Molly walking down the hallway. He put on his metaphorical mask of bliss and walked near them. "You guys got your asses handed to you." He stated simply. "True." Ryan replied. "I find pain is a good motivator. You tend to get better when you feel pain. You know why? You get better so you can avoid that pain." Ryan explained as took out a hand held mirror and observed himself. "Pain motivated me to become one of the deadliest weapon weilders in the world."
She grit her teeth weakly as he gloated, trying to stare a hole through him with the one eye that wasn't glued together by blood. "Yeah'n a lotta good that didja. All ya did was stand there." She rolled her head with a groan and looked back up, "Why y' gotta gloat over'n injured gal, huh? That ain't cool..."
"I'm not gloating. I simply went to the nurses office before everyone else did. I was heavily injured from an attack as well." Ryan stated as if it was obvious. "I also have the advantage of a healing factor. Victory is the greatest bragging right of all time anyways, not who got injured the least. I could've gotten an arm chopped off, as long as I won I can brag about that." Ryan continued with a smile. "Anger is a good motivator as well."
Crap. Alright, I kinda figured someone would object if it wasn't ok to just take a spot.
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