FunnyGuy

Ossvien

@Canidae

It looks good, and yeah try to get something for his appearance. Accepted.

Ossvien

@Legion02

Accepted 👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: A quiet stream, South of Orc Landing
Interaction with: Darius, Skar, and Myra @13org

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It didn't take much time for Myra to realize she was trapped on Darius' second skin thing. While it would have been relatively easy for her to tear it, she didn't know if he was going to use it again or if somehow or if it was like a reptile's second skin and he would grow another. It did become pretty clear what the case was when Darius shouted her name, running towards her with an alarmed expression and began to put the rest of the things he used over his skin as fast as she could. Understanding he was going to use them again, Myra stopped fighting against them and simply waited for him, looking towards Darius as she did so.

Unfortunately for Darius, as he was running towards his things, he slipped on some of them, which were on the ground and stepped on a stone, making him fall on the ground and groan in pain. Even though Myra would help him if she could, she simply looked at him with a puzzled expression, still trapped in his shirt. It was then that Myra noticed Skar, walking towards her and unceremoniously ripping the thing he used over his chest to shreds, instantly freeing Myra despite Darius clear protests.

Getting what was left from it, Myra walked towards Darius, who was still groaning in pain and gently put the piece of cloth that was once his shirt on his back, looking at him curiously, almost as if she was asking if he was ok.

Darius’ groans died down and as mad as he wanted to be, he just couldn’t bring himself to even show it with Myra’s apologetic gesture. She’s lucky she’s so cute… And Skar is lucky she’s so… intimidating. He sighed as he pulled off what was left of his shirt from his back and put on a weak smile before getting up from the ground. He pat Myra on the head, while his eyes locked onto Skar whom was already seated on the ground and starting on making a fire with what she had scavenged in the woods. She had wood in all different sizes, a small bundle of tinder, and the meat Myra had offered now in her lap.

“Well I guess I’ll get as dressed as I can.” Darius looked to his shorts, socks and shoes scattered about. Depending on how long this whole journey takes, I’m gonna have to change clothes eventually. While Darius clothed himself. Skar got to work on the fire. She embers going quickly and added them to the tinder before blowing as gently as she could. After the tinder started smoking considerably, Skar set it beside her and set up the other pieces of wood. She placed the smoking tinder in her makeshift fire pit and continued to blow on the tinder. Until the bright orange glow of the embers spread into flames. Skar grabbed a knife from her waist and stuck the raw meat on the end of it before sticking it in the flame.

Invincible

517 Park Street, Atlanta, GA

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“Honey, it’s okay…” The man was comforted his crying wife with a firm embrace. The tears were fighting to leave his eyes as he not only held her but looked into the eyes of his son in the picture. “It’s going to be okay.” He reassured as she sobbed warm tears into his chest. A knock on the door sounded, but the two had been so caught up in their moment together, that it took the second knock to get their attention. “I’ll get it.” The father didn’t think his wife appeared to be the best person to answer the door. He eased off of his firm hold and let her go before kissing her forehead. He then headed to the door, but there was a third knock before he even got to the door. “Hold on! I’m coming. Who is it?” He strung the words together before putting his eye to the peephole to see a black man with a badge held up to the door. He didn’t recognize it but motioned to unlock the door. The click… the click of the latch opening

The door smashed right into the man’s face as it was forced open the moment it was unlocked. The father grunted and stumbled back while holding his face before being grabbed by the collar and repeatedly stabbed in his abdomen. He swung at the intruder, but it didn’t stop… The blade entered and left his body without interruption until his wife screamed out.

“LARRY!” She screamed out as she walked upon the horrific scene of her husband being brutally stabbed. The assailant’s eyes met hers as he threw her husband down to the ground and WHAM! The front door was flung shut before he lunged at her next. She screamed bloody murder as she put her hands up. CRACK! His knuckles collided with the front teeth, knocking two out clean and loosening the others. She fell backwards into the table where her son’s memorial was adorned. She grabbed it to break her fall and it kept her on her feet. The glass table slid and down the picture of her son fell. Its frame broke apart on the hardwood floor. Her screams had become a sickening groan of pain and terror as she couldn’t fully open her mouth. The intruder didn’t even give her enough time to even lay her eyes on him before he got a good grip of her strawberry blonde hair and slammed it through the face of the glass table. And then she was tossed into the center of her living room, her body crashed onto the floor. It hurt to open her eyes even. She could feel the sharp glass all over her face then felt a powerful blunt blow to her ribcage. The wind knocked out of her. Again on the same side. She couldn’t even gasp for air the way she wanted. She internally begged for it all to end before feeling a sharp pain stab into her back repeatedly. Her death did not take long to come after this.

The father was still alive, struggling to move as he dragged himself across the floor. There was the aim to help his wife, but how would he do anything? When he saw his wife’s killer stand up from over her body, he knew it was his time. It was fucked up, but he let himself think of his son and his wife. Maybe he’d see them. He wasn’t religious, but he truly wanted to believe that he was going wherever they were now. He would not go so easily. He felt a boot stomp into the side of his head. Then again. Then again. Moments later he was dragged to the living room, where he would lie beside his beloved, his face caved in and unrecognizable. The son’s picture was taken and the word “DEMON” was written in red over his face. The man left the home with gas running and several candles lit. The picture was then stuffed into the mailbox. The murderer made his exit. It wouldn’t be long until authorities responded to a gas leak and a home set ablaze with two bodies of the homeowners brutalized.

Ossvien

@MissCapnCrunch

Accepted!

Invincible

Warehouse District, Atlanta, Georgia

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The Pastor’s words on television were indeed powerful. Almost even enough to cause Atlanta to sit still for only just a moment. Trucks rapidly deploying from the warehouse district were the exception. Anthony had gotten the word to move the cocaine which meant Bella had heard the news of Hector’s death. When she saw a picture of his body, she had to look away in disgust.

Bella’s Condo, Atlanta, Georgia

The businesswoman was lounging on her sofa with a glass of merlot in her left hand and her pink Genius Pipe in her right. Six Feet Under by The Weeknd played crisply throughout her living space while she swayed. Her eyes closed, a smile on her face, and nothing to worry about while in her moment of bliss.

“You ain’t gon’ catch her cryyy, she ain’t gon’ lose her miind. She ain’t gon’ lose her miiiind…”

Ossvien

I'm making a character for the navy ship and I'm considering having him be a sailing master, but I'm having difficulty finding information on that role online. Could one of you guys elaborate on that role for me? Sorry if it's self explanatory and I'm just not getting it.

@Canidae

This is what I found. en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_(naval)

Invincible

517 Park Street, Atlanta, GA

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Two parents' figures block the television screen as they stood in front of it to listen to Pastor Grady. Ever since the day their child was shot and killed they were shaken by the mention of anything pertaining to "the Incident"

Behind the couple was a small table that was a makeshift memorial for their son. Pictures, flowers, rosaries, and his favorite things decorated this table. They listened to the pastor expressing his feelings on the empowered. The television abruptly turned off as his father couldn't handle Pastor Grady's rhetoric. The pastor was referring to the empowered as evil and demons. Despite all that has happened the man would never believe that of his son. The boy who had once sat silently on the couch trying to enjoy a good television show. The father stared at the picture on the shrine, at the image of his son.

He held back tears as he looked at his son's image. His loving wife didn't have it in her to restrain her tears and buried her face in his chest. He was just a kid, not some demon. He was just a kid, not the devil. He was just a kid… A kid who was responsible for the death of 100 of his fellow students...

Ossvien

@ReveTheDreamer

Your character looks good. Could you just add more about his hair and facial features if you're not using an image. Once you do that, consider your character Approved.

Ossvien

@Helo

Accepted! Great sheet. I cant wait to see him mix up with the Captain and First Mate.