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  • Old Guild Username: Sleeth
  • Joined: 12 yrs ago
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3 yrs ago
Current I have been a busy worker bee, nobody is forgotten, forgive me! I'll get caught up soon.
3 yrs ago
Sunday is date day (keep the romance alive guild peoples) So my replies will likely be delayed if they aren't almost finished already. See you tomorrow~
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3 yrs ago
Hey you, yes you reading this. Go into off-topic and send a picture of your dog. A thread full of puppies makes everyone's day better.
8 yrs ago
Be all moved in by the end of the day- And will post with my keyboard as to actually catch up.
8 yrs ago
Most of it caught up, just four more? Also have a long opening post. It's been taking me so long because I'm on my phone, I'll never type as,fast without a keyboard.

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I don't want a new doctor, I liked the last one. He made bowties and Fez's (Not sure how to grammatically make that plural) cool. TT^TT
Sword Art Online.... New one? I'm up to six, is seven already out?

Edit: It is, excuse me for a little bit.

Another Edit: Nevermind I already watched seven and must have forgot what I was on. I'm sad now. Dx
Sleeth sat within his family manor, listening to the constant bickering. Ridician households held many families that acted as one to the outside world making it seemed as though they were incest when brothers married sisters though in truth there were eight families within the large manor and since marriage didn't exist to them, being technical in-laws didn't stop them from breeding again. Sleeth however had no interest bin this system. Though he was honor bound to one day return to bear a child of pure Ridician blood, he had a long time to go and explore, and give him a break from the pestering.

In a household of his kind he was average looking, the high cheeks and full lips were common amongst all of his people but to a human they could be masterpieces to rival the Elves. However he didn't particularly like humans all that much. If not for his speed, agility and masterful practice of the martial arts they had passed down he'd have little appeal as anything but necessity to keep the blood flowing.

He fastened his cloak that proudly bore his family crest on one shoulder and his households on another. He stepped out into the streets, they didn't believe in good byes, those were for suicide missions. Leaving without word was a promise to come back or die. With his blades fastened to his back along with several concealed knives and a pouch of coins for board he set out. He hadn't been outside of the walls in years, and had to go and get his papers so he'd be allowed back in the city. Surely he wouldn't need them but it was to be on the safe side. Last time there were new guards at the gates who didn't recognize him and he had to wait until the shifts changed to go home.
Sleeth didn't seem to care as he took her arm, putting it over his shoulders. He didn't listen to stories, he didn't care he just kept training. His family was the worrying type and years learning how to fight and survive had it's uses here, but nothing could have prepared him for it completely. This was a project of some kind, a predator killing, the money and resources it most have taken to make such a place? It was a game, a social experiment for humans and probably a way to contain their predator as well. If they were meant to win he had every intention of doing so but the resources had to be at the center or at least deeper in, scattered. His scuff marks had been assuring he moved in further, he had found a corner once, and led outwards from there heading towards the dead center in hopes something was there, and hopefully not their foe. "Sleeth Uzama." He responds as he stands, lifting her with him.
In the theme of hating outsiders and housing nobles could my character start in Glacia? And if so would you be kind enough to PM me the details of this "secret" city?
He shred down the center of where the stab wound was, looking into it. They didn't have real medical supplies that he'd ever seen. Maybe deeper in? What was the point of such a big maze if just to let people starve or get sick. In one of these turns there had to be something. Since it was already cut off he used strips of her shirt as bandages, wrapping them tight to keep pressure on it. "That's the most there is to be done with the little we have here."
Again a bit out of place but Half Elves (though frowned upon) were also lore friendly.
Sleeth frowned again as the creature retreated and went to the woman, looking at her back. "Don't move, at all. Just hang on for a moment." He says, taking the knife from his boot that he used to catch the rats ue was forced to eat. He didn't think it'd hurt too much to cut the back of her shirt and was careful not to touch the wound. "This needs to come off or it cant be treated."
A slash towards the ankle considering the angle was as effective as the swat it used on the shoe. It set Sleeth off balance and he fell back, did this thing not want to kill him or was it truly stupid? Fast yes but as the boy watched he seen the sloppy and defective fighting style it had. Sleeth frowned, disappointed. If he were that fast the predator would be mincemeat but even though he was fast for a human against that he wouldn't make it. He looked again, waiting for a blind spot and once it was focused on the girl again he set another kick out for the back of the shoulder, a place where it's claws wouldn't even be an option.
My chatacter wouldn't have seen the hit made by Joe, he's mid attempt in kicking it.
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