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7 yrs ago
Current My goal is to get to the point where me using emojis that don't match with the text is recognized as normal
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7 yrs ago
What's poppin n'yall it's been over two years but I'm back babeyy!!!
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Bio

I'm back after at least two years!! Hooray!!!
I'm also a gay guy now, so that's cool. I still like creating new characters to screw around with, so if I ever get back into the swing of things, then maybe I'll use them. Considering I still need to finish college though, don't count on it.

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thewizardguy said
Within, he finds a massive being. Towering above him, with the skull of a deer as a mask, eyes glowing devilishly red. The God wears a long ragged grey cloak, and from under it come many bony, spiked pale arms, manipulating pieces on a chess board that extends beyond the horizon. However, even as the many arms bustle to work, the head turns to you, and you feel it's gaze, like being caught in teh spotlight of a car. A blackness is in the room, and not a physical one. You can feel it inside of you, burning and yet freezing, the simple aura of a God. "Ah, Xerxes. I have been waiting for you."


"Sorry...to keep you waiting..?" Xerxes says, the end seeming more like a question than a statement. He fidgets slightly, not used to the feeling of being watched by a God. At this point, he was sure he would have to watch his words. His body was tense, mostly out of defense and a bit of sudden fear.
thewizardguy said
*big hugs*Thank you ^^I'm glad, however, I'll be able to be around a little more often.


You're welcome. :3
I'm happy now. :D
thewizardguy said
The man with the mask simply opens the door, from which flows a black inklike substance, insubstantial as it is cold. "Enter" the man with the mask steps away, and disappears the moment you lose him from your sight.


Xerxes follows the made command, lowering his head slightly as he walks towards the door before entering, not knowing what will become of him in the slightest.
thewizardguy said
Sorry for my incredibly slow reactions up until now. IRL has been getting in the way, and it ruined m posting time. However, it's mostly dealt with, and I think I can pump up the posting time a bit now.


We all have to deal with IRL stuff, so it's okay. :3 Even if you are busy, you still say hello, so that's enough for me. :)
Name: Axel Leonhardt
Age: 19 (hope that's alright >_> )
Gender: Male
Vampire: No
When you were turned: N/A

Weapons:
Main weapon: Sniper Rifle=
Support: Pistols= (Two and both the same)
Hidden: Dagger= (Two and both the same)
Personality: To be revealed over time.
Name: Tabea Leonhardt
Age: Looks about 16 and is about 144 years old
When you were turned: 1870

Weapons: None
Powers: When she removes her eye patch from her right eye, she has the ability to see the pulse/heartbeats of others. (next to their heart)
Personality:( You shall find out soon enough)
Gonna pinch both of my old characters :3
thewizardguy said
He feels a rush of darkness, blackness covering him. It permeats his very form, filling him. For a moment, he himself is a God, surrounded by unimaginable power, flowing through him. His very flesh seems inconsequential, and you're half-tempted to simply leave your body and construct a new one. However, before such thoughts can be put to the test, he is stranded, leaving the energy stream. He finds himself in a massive arching hall, reaching up beyond sight. Covering the walls are corpses, hanging from an array of spikes, arranged like some sort of art, still faintly moving despite their fatal wounds. There's a single door, completely black, from behind which you can sense the power of the God. By the door stands a man with an Oni mask, smiling, blood running down his porcelain cheeks.


Xerxes takes a few moments to simply admire the magnificent art that had took place here, mumbling under his breath with eyes twinkling at the glory of it all. His face stays red as he feels a sort of passion in his heart, before he turns to the man with the oni mask. "Were you the creator of this magnificent art?" He simply asks, smiling happily, yet a sadness lingers behind it somehow.
thewizardguy said
Well, she isn't a character from an anime. She's exclusive to this rp, if that was what you were thinking.


Not thinking that. I swear I know it...
thewizardguy said
BTW, bonus points for who can guess who the mystery woman is.


I swear I know. I swear. I've forgot though. ;_;
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