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  • Old Guild Username: Hawlin
  • Joined: 13 yrs ago
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Recent Statuses

1 yr ago
Current Alright. Imma head out...
3 yrs ago
Still waiting for Godot...
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8 yrs ago
Waiting for Godot...
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9 yrs ago
A priest and a rabbi walk into a bar. The bartender looks between the two and it finally sets in how his life is a joke.
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9 yrs ago
I honestly don't care what people think of me as long as a mutual respect can be reached to the extent of having fun with RP. :3
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Bio

Nothing to see, here.

I mostly find interest in...
- Fantasy/medieval
- SciFi/Futuristic
- (post)Apocalypse scenarios (rarely)
- Most combinations of anything on this list

Not a fan of...
- Free rp
- Most Anime Fandoms/historical/arena/slice-of-life/school

Curious regarding...
- Steampunk/nation

Dead RPs I was in
Children of Plunder
Iron Rose Adventurers
Welcome to Wonderland
The Marauders
The Hole: 1940's magic/noir/anthro
The Far Away Land
Tales From The Hole
The Endless Halls dark fantasy
Some non-fantasy space thread?
Witch Hunter - Aldergard
Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)
The Bloody Embrace: An institution for young killers
Swords And Sorcery: The 5th Province
Forest of Secrets
Demons & Dragons - Act 2
Defenders of Lesavvo's Tomb
And those are the ones I bothered to keep track of.




Most Recent Posts

Oh, that works nicely. Especially if the group is temporarily splitting.
The breakout of Luciel...like, when he broke out? Or with what just happened in breaking Ace out?
"Very well, I can wait" he said with ease, understanding the child's limitations. Luciel also stood a better chance at hiding from the patrols, as he could likely tailor pheromones from a bush to give of the scent of poisonous berries to throw off hounds. "Fifteen minutes..." he mused to himself as he went about finding a good shrub to begin shaping into a suitable hiding spot. His voice held a faint tone of wryness, unfamiliar with Drex and not entirely believing that he'd come back for Luciel.
"Okay" Luciel simply replied to her explanation, dusting his hands off on each other as he stood at the suggestion to continue moving. Flying seemed like a fairly good idea, since it didn't leave tracks. As long as they were careful, they wouldn't have to worry too much about surveillance. "The people I was with before I was alone called me 'Lulu'..." he said, hoping the understanding of his opinion about the name could be conveyed by his tone...he wasn't a fan. "Luciel Lucerne will work just fine...and moving would be a pretty good idea" he concluded, more than ready to drop the subject before he broke composure any further. He liked to remain optimistic whenever possible...
I don't think it'd be fair to the others if we went on a 1x1 spree for the entire page. >_<
Luciel was stonefaced during her outburst, either numb to her emotions or expecting it.
Truthfully, I knew words and agonizing pasts could only harm the ones they hold. It was a shame that she was like the rest...

There was no point in sharing his past with her, she was only minutes of being free after who knows how long. Her history and her world was all she had to torture herself with in the hopes that it would be that much less than the abuse. Or maybe it was just one agonizing lump of twisted thoughts that went fetid in the darkness of her cell long before he came to save her. With this though, Luciel resolved himself to leave her be. He was alive, and there was certain to be another prison to bust someone out of if her association failed to pan out. Still, he couldn't help but empathize in small ways with her story...

Luciel's amber-red eyes narrowed in dull skepticism. "I apologize..." he started, pausing to collect his words to respond to her demeanor, "...I am sure it haas been a while since you haf been free" his accent peeking in as he went back to his work examining moss, his voice trailing off. He put his confidence in giving her time to adapt to fresh air, natural sun and grass under her feet...there would hopefully be time to talk when she would be more inclined too.
Luciel was silent, standing and gripping his fist to kill the rest of the vines which crumpled and retracted, focusing on repairing itself. "Why?" He asked, intrigued by her hollowness, "Is Ace what they called you in that hole? Is Ace what you called yourself to maintain sanity~?" he cooed, taking a few steps past her while he seemed to focus on trying to orient themselves based on sun position, thinking of a way they could go to maybe throw the certain search party off of their trail. His words ran like treacle, teasing enough to set the stage for his next question. "Of any name you could think...would you rather have it?" he asked before slyly looking over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye to try to catch a glimpse of a reaction, "...or is your past really that valuable?"

People have single names. In this world where we're not seen as people, why should we conscribe to their ideals?

Fear drove humans to do such selfish things. They'd throw their newborns from cliffs if they thought it'd appease a higher power...so to speak. He knew well enough about Hex to know that parents were sometimes a touchy subject; she mentioned them, openly, and apparently kept the name they gave her. It was unlikely that she was picked up after killing them...unless she was that messed up. Luciel shook his head, excusing the feeling before turning back to her. "Never mind me, working alone gives me too much time to think, I am afraid" he said with a chuckle and an excusing hand wave before realizing what he said could have been taken as an offense. "But no, I think Ace is a good name," Luciel sighed, wishing he knew more about the girl as to better appeal to her, "...I only wish it did not carry memories with it~"
He rolled his eyes, sighing as he put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "I am saving your life, miss...?" he began, turning his head and raising the opposite eyebrow to accent his own lack of knowledge of her name. "For now, you can call me vahtevaer you like, as long az I know you are speaking to me. For good reason, if things go south, I'd rather you not know my name, my dear" he concluded with a wink. It was a sound strategy on such jail breaks to not use real names. The theory was, if the group would to be separated or parts detained, it'd be easier for him to cover his tracks. "I am helping you," he started, offering her the rose to pick from his fingers, "...and I am sorry about your situation"
He didn't expect her to give a name in return, only to understand that he was not her enemy. If it could be any other way, he would have liked a chance to get to know the girl, but he figured the circumstances, especially considering this exchange, might make it difficult for them to be much more than associates.
Yeah, that's kinda where its at. All ex captives have their own quirks, I suppose. >_<
I'll message you ideas about powers and stuff so you can clear them before I go about doing stuff I shouldn't.
So, and metagaming guard, I'm not too sure what my plans for Luciel are. I mean, I've already committed to him lying about his name...
Luciel's brows tilted, surprised that she had bounced back enough to stay conscious. "VVell zehn, zeh deal pays off" he chirped, giving her space and a pleasant smile as their eyes briefly met before she noticed his newfound associate. He rolled his eyes, slightly, as her mood shifted to skepticism. She shown with a dull turquoise hue of weakness; likely a combination of exertion and the conditions she was kept in. He was about to recoil as her power forced recomposure into his face. He'd be lying if the cool splash wasn't refreshing. Doing his best to hold himself in as professional of standards as he could manage, Luciel reached into his sleeve just a few inches. He held his hand open as a vine coiled around his fingers, springing from the material of the coat, itself, which held the consistency of a rose pedal. Bending and twitching, the vine stood ridged as dull thorns sprouted and the tip budded and bloomed in a deep crimson rose.

"Velcome back to life. Aquamancy, eh?" Luciel asked, hoping to steal enough trust to let him move her. She was awake now, and was likely confused and disoriented. They were a mere half-click from living hell and he needed her to be on the same page, more or less. "Ve should be safe for now, but vee should keep movink if we can. My name is..." He stopped.

Names...what was it about simple words which held so much power over simple people? Truth be told, he had no reason to trust her in her current condition...and the game was more fun, anyway.

"...Lucius Lumiere" he concluded with little more than half a second pause, his brows accenting his words as he scanned the treeline to excuse the pause.
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