JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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7 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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9 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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9 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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9 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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9 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Jason put his hand up in mock surrender. "Alright. Won't touch you." He said then moved back to the corner he had previously been sitting in. "The bed is about two feet to your right. I don't use it, so feel free to make yourself at home." The boy says as he sits in the corner, his back resting against the wall. As he often sat in his cell. The girl seemed to dislike all others. Any further contact would have to initiated by her.
deadpixel101 said
So now it's established, Sly has cannons, I have a pointy stick, Jason has an army of undead, and Cart has prods...Neat.
Army of undead and demons my friend
The sound of an object slamming into the door and shattering to pieces echoed through the cell just as the girl was thrown in. "Damn it. Too late" Jason said to himself, wanting desperatley to smash the guards into little pieces of dust. Then his attention turned to the girl emo seemed to be struggling to figure out what she was seeing. Another subject. Jason stood up and slowly walked towards her. "Guess they want to see how Twitter little pet project interacts with others. Probably why they brought you here. Now get up, no use giving them the pressure of seeing you laying around." He says and reached down to help Lydia get up. His grasp on her arm was quite soft, seeing as there was no point in hurtting the girl
Appearance: Jason
Name: Jason (No Last Name)
Age: 17
Powers: Telekinesis (very strong), Telepathic seizure (ability to seize another being's mind and take control of what they see and hear. Basically forced hallucinations. Includes communication through thoughts. The voice used in the thoughts can be changed), and enhanced reflexes.
Personality: Intelligent, Venegenceful, Cold. Those words would be used by many to describe the boy. He often is seen sitting in the back of his cell, listening and watching all that go by. His cold blue eyes sizing up all possible threats. Any attempts to speak to the boy are met with a short, cold reply. Unless from other captives. Hee always had that intelligent glint and it is seen in how he talks. Then his constant telepathic taunts on the staff soak of his revenge. But those that would get to know him would discover that he is selfless, compassionate, and secretly searching for an end to his loneliness.
Bio: Jason is a special case in the facility, as he had no parents. He was created in a test tube using genius from a super and a lab technician who had died two weeks earlier. He only knows about the outside world from accounts by the other captives that he has met. He hates all lab technician and anybody that works there, for his treatment and the fact that he even exists. This boy is dangerous and he knows it. He is simply bidding his younger. Waiting to strike out at those who oppose him
Name: Jason (No Last Name)
Age: 17
Powers: Telekinesis (very strong), Telepathic seizure (ability to seize another being's mind and take control of what they see and hear. Basically forced hallucinations. Includes communication through thoughts. The voice used in the thoughts can be changed), and enhanced reflexes.
Personality: Intelligent, Venegenceful, Cold. Those words would be used by many to describe the boy. He often is seen sitting in the back of his cell, listening and watching all that go by. His cold blue eyes sizing up all possible threats. Any attempts to speak to the boy are met with a short, cold reply. Unless from other captives. Hee always had that intelligent glint and it is seen in how he talks. Then his constant telepathic taunts on the staff soak of his revenge. But those that would get to know him would discover that he is selfless, compassionate, and secretly searching for an end to his loneliness.
Bio: Jason is a special case in the facility, as he had no parents. He was created in a test tube using genius from a super and a lab technician who had died two weeks earlier. He only knows about the outside world from accounts by the other captives that he has met. He hates all lab technician and anybody that works there, for his treatment and the fact that he even exists. This boy is dangerous and he knows it. He is simply bidding his younger. Waiting to strike out at those who oppose him
Jason turned to ferress. Respecting the being' s wishes, although he did keep an eye on Anders, not completely trusting the man yet. "Vanessa, get up. We need to focus right now. Okay?" He says to the girl on the floor next to him. In very much the same tone that one would use when talking to their best friend.
(He may or may not have followed Aneria XD)
"Get to know each other?" Jason asked, seeing as he had zero social interaction for the last multitude of years. He started at Kerrigan, completely lost as to what she was suggesting that they be doing. It didn't make any sense to him, so he waited for an explanation
Jason registered a call of his name then somebody fell onto him. Jason grunted as he got up from under the girl. "Vanessa, you should really work on your portal control. Can't keep falling on me." He said with a grin as he helped the girl up. Then turned to Anders. "I'd back off. Vanessa is not as easily controlled as I am. And clearly the concept if me being the lone survivor has flown past you. The darkness allowed me to pass because I am a demon, and it recognizes my species as servants of the Darkness." He says to Anders, although he had moved himself between Anders and Vanessa. His hand hanging at his side but ready to draw the sword quickly if needed.
Cartwright said
Dat reunion tho..I just thought of a twist ^-^ your group might be one less down the road..
Dang.
"All reports you here of survivors in the darkness are false. Nobody survives unless it lets you. That land had been poisoned by the curse and the dead roam, alive once again. Demons have come to the overworld to expand Thier empire. It is a land that feeds off of Fear and spawns new beings with terrifying powers. So no, there are not any survivors. The only survivor stands here now telling you of his travel into it. I am the only survivor. I can also be your guide. I can see clear as day through that darkness." Jason says as he stands up and approches Anders. "What the beastman said is true. We will have to put differences behind us. I am willing to do so if you are. Otherwise the darkness will feed on it and tear us apart." He says directly to the man. Then extends his hand for a handshake. The humans seemed find of such a gesture.
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