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    1. Jollan 10 yrs ago

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4 yrs ago
Current doing trade school online is like reading about a sport and expecting to be able to play it without practice.
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5 yrs ago
Trade > bachelors
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5 yrs ago
Desire to type "git gud" intensifies...
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6 yrs ago
okay, watched the first episode of goblin slayer, not nearly as bad as what it was made out to be. Still a bit depressing but hey, saved 2 of 4 rookies, coulda been worse.
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6 yrs ago
So i figured out, as much as id love the equivalent of an anime doom guy slaying goblins, i dont like seeing the lovely anime chicas catch a case of the mutilation.

Bio



Why hello, you little stalker. As you can see above I have recorded your visit for potential future stalking purposes. In that list you may find some other recent stalking victims. You may wonder, "Oh no! I've been caught! Whatever shall I do! What will become of me!" Well... I can assure you nothing....as in really...nothing. Except the fact that you may have wasted a precious few moments of your life with this bio. In this, I can say for every person that reads this, I have stolen that moment in your life that you could have been doing something else. Anything really.....Are you still here? Shouldn't you...I don't know, be posting in one of your RPs? I'm sure somebody is waiting for your response, it might even be me. You are procrastinating aren't you? I know I am. At the very moment I typed this I was supposed to be writing papers for class. See? Now I've been wasting time on both our accounts. Look what you made me do.

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Ok, that is enough stalking...

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There really isn't anything else here...

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I'm gonna call the police...

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(What's the number for 9-1-1?)

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@booksmusicanime

When Ris placed the mask on her face, she was hit by a waves of emotion, that of which was linked to Dremmick. It seemed to replicate his feelings, including the ones that he has been hiding until now. Rage, sorrow, fear, doubt, all bundled together, and an evil behind it all screaming to be unleashed. While she was wearing it, it was as if she could see into Dremmick's mind, and if she closed her eyes long enough, she could see and hear what he could, as if she was a part of him.




Dremmick rushed forward again, this time using his blood magic to the fullest. He would use the blood magic to change his movements mid motion so that it was harder to predict, create shields to guard attacks, and launch spikes from his body at unpredictable times to keep Jeevak on his guard. Though while Jeevak did have to put some effort into the fight himself, he still had that unnatural grin on his face.

Suddenly, Dremmick found a gap in Jeevak's defence and moved into exploit it, striking right in the gut, but instead of meeting flesh, it was just another crimson clone. Jeevak laughed as he grabbed Dremmick by the face and lifted him up, "HAHAHAHAHA, you see now? You can't possibly defeat a man who isn't even here! This is a special clone, made up in part by my own blood. Stronger than anything here, and more than enough for all of you." Jeevak's other hand turned into a two pointed prong as he stabbed into Dremmick and pinned him on the ground. "Now, How about we force that curse of yours to complete itself? SIPHON!"

At that, Jeevak started Siphoning out Dremmick's magic energy, forcing his body to use up his own life energy to sustain himself, and the curse of his blood magic, took root, transforming Dremmick into the beast he never wished to awaken, falling to the voice that has become ever stronger in his mind.




At that, the mask seemed to lose its connection to Dremmick, and has transformed once more. What used to be two bump were now fll on horns and the fox mask has taken on a more monstrous look than before. the carving that used to display a gentle fox mask could now be described as a fox demon, with a snarl, evil glare, and two horns.
Drake Morrison







Drake watched as the two boys ran off. “You should get yourself cleaned up, you’ll be healed soon, though don't think we will not be discussing this later,” Hava told him."Yes ma'am," Drake started and as he stood up, he had a bit of a grin on his face. "You know, the reason I lied wasn't to trick you so much as the others," he said, jerking a thumb in the direction the boys went. He went over and picked up the cello that was lying on the ground, surprised that it wasn't broken, though it did seem to have some scratches from being tossed around. He brought it back to Hava and went to hand it out to her. "This was that vampire girl's. I don't mind talking about it, but tonight probably isn't the best time." After that he started to leave but the turned back to add, "Oh, and uh,...thanks for showing up when you did."

Later, as Drake was cleaning up, he couldn't help but think about what could have happened if Hava didn't get there in time. To be honest, he could care less about the two jerks, in fact it felt pretty good throwing them around, but anybody else who was close by was in danger. He let out a heavy sigh as he tried to clear his thoughts. After cleaning up, Drake got dressed and went over to the cafeteria to get some food before going to the chambers for the night. When he arrived, he saw Daniil already digging in, and he made a small wave to the guy. After grabbing his food, his sat at an adjacent table, within talking distance, and started eating as well.
College exams ended last week for me, woot woot!
Dremmick Valswei




As if things couldn't be worse, the freakin' king of all Sol people paid the bar a visit as well. Dremmick let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. At this, it seemed that Mirror decided to lean over and state the obvious, "Hey uh, Y'know that's the king right?" Dremmick shook his head, he knew what Mirror was getting at. Who didn't know who the man was, were there any other undead phantasm Sol kings floating around in the world he didn't know about? Mirror was putting the pressure on for a reason, what he wanted out of it, he wasn't sure yet, so he kept listening to what King Vrondi had to say.

After the mission and reward was announced by Vrondi, Dremmick couldn't help but be interested. However, he couldn't say he could trust that Vrondi would actually follow through on his promise to a bunch of people in a bar or not, much less someone of who has a bloodline that Vrondi has seen many conflicts with. Mirror, on the other hand, just sounded more and more suspicious the more he talked. He wasn't sure what this guy was up to, or what he wanted out of outsiders helping him do this as a mission for the Aion, but in Dremmick's experience, that was a prime setup for the recruitment of a scapegoat.

"But I know you're reliable.. Dremmick. By the way you selflessly saved people on the right side. Not in self preservation at all."

'....Shit, he does know...,' Dremmick thought. It seemed like Mirror had an idea as to Dremmick's motives back in Nero, though Dremmick could have just as easily helped the Therosi if he just wanted to stay alive. But this last statement also threw up another warning flag up to Dremmick. This man was trying to blackmail him! He suddenly had the urge to impale Mirror right then and there, but that would be suicide with the king right there. If there was anything Dremmick couldn't stand, it was blackmail, but if agreeing with Mirror would get him out the door, he would be free to leave as soon as he left the gates.

Dremmick took a sip of his water, thinking it over when Constance jumped up and answered, "I'm going." Dremmick cracked a smirk at this and then followed suit. "I'll go as well... it would seem," he said, his eyes cutting over to Mirror. "Though, I'll warn you, I'm awful nosy, something it seems we have in common."
Dremmick Valswei



Dremmick felt as if he had gone from the frying pan and into the fire. This Mirror character, one that he has heard of being the leader of the Aion during his time embedded in the Therosi, was now keeping his gaze set on him. Although Dremmick saved those seraphim to try to secure a quick way out of Nero, helping the seraphim did still feel like the right thing to do at the time. Avalon seemed to really appreciate his help, something that didn't really happen among Therosi assassins, nobody really cared. He couldn't blame them from wanting to break away from their slavery where a people used there blood for their preferred beverage. He recalled his Nayu mother's disgust with the act, which surprised most people on the road. Dremmick was still aware that he was not welcome here should they know what he is. The people of Vrondi tended not to take kindly to dragon folk, Nayu, and especially something as vile as necromancy, even if it was used to heal a number of seraphim, which looking back on it now, he hope that he could get away before one of those higher up healers could sense any remnants of his magic. Dremmick's hood and muffler kept most of his face hidden as he begrudgingly followed Mirror. There was no running from here without being noticed and it drove him mad.

Mirror suspected something as he made it apparent earlier. The mission was supposed to be a secret, yes, and really it was a gamble that Dremmick took based on previous raid locations and importance of auction items at that banquet. He went to the bar alongside the man, but he refused to drink any alcohol, waving his hand as Mirror requested it. "Water is fine for me, maybe another time." Dremmick wasn't much for drinking. Sure, he would do it occasionally, though not heavily, but normally he finds himself needing to keep his wits about him as much as possible, and a state of intoxication with his magic types could be devastating even to himself. Not to mention he had been on the road, so some fresh water actually did sound refreshing to him right about now.

Dremmick looked at Mirror as he smirked, which was returned with an unseen raised eyebrow. Dremmick saw that the best coarse of action was to be cordial for now and go along with this. He went and sat at the table, intrigued with whatever this argument was over the young Nayu girl they had brought back. However, what caught his eye shortly after, was the tyro girl causing a bit of an uproar not to far from them at another table. 'Great, now the freakin' dragon hunting race is here. I might have done better just casting my lot in Nero,' he thought bitterly. Though he didn't speak and his face was fairly covered, his body posture may have showed that he really just didn't want to be here. If you could sit in an annoyed way, Dremmick was doing just that. Dremmick started scanning the room, looking for potential ways out in the case that he was going to have to book it or fight his way out of here.Unfortunately, if he was in the capital, to leave he would have a long fight ahead of him and have to stay low. But Sol people were hard to maneuver around with their abilities to see into the mind.
Dremmick Valswei




Admittedly, Dremmick didn't expect the other seraphim to pick him up and fly him through the portal, he expected to just climb up to it from the path that Mirror made. It only seemed to get worse after he went through the portal, however. On the other side, it was not a camp, it was a room surrounding him in stone walls, a medical center by the looks of it, and only one way out. Not too long after coming throught the portal, a Sol healer made their way to him insisting that he needed to be medically checked.

"Now, now, let us check you."

Knowing where he most likely was, it would not be a good idea for his draconian traits or even much worse his cursed arm under his bandages to be seen by anyone here. Slit pupils may rarely slide, but a tail, horns, and a necromancer arm that he can also channel blood magic through? Nope, that wouldn't do any good at all. He doubted he could take on a whole garrison who also had their own magic, even if he somehow did, it may be too costly. "I assure you, that it is quite unnecessary. I am perfectly fine and can mend myself if I need to. You have many more of your own people with more serious wounds than my lack thereof to attend to."

It was at this point a knight came up to him. "You helped save my friend back there. I couldn't help but notice you're not an Aion. Regardless you made the right choice in helping us," he started. 'Well, that remains to be seen,' Dremmick thought to himself. "What is your name?" the knight asked. Dremmick never gave his last name to anybody he didn't know personally, so he would usually say that he only had one name. Necromancy is seen as something of pure evil to most, and his family name was made a public example those years ago. "My name is Dremmick, nothing more, and your name?" he asked in response to being asked for his own name. After the knight's response he continued, "I am to assume that I am somewhere in Vrondi?" He figured that as long as he was going to be asked questions, he may as well ask his own.
@Jollan
I understand. I'll give you two hundred dollars for that switch. There you go. Now you've only spent $100.


Dang, this just turned into a $110 dollar sandwich
When they find out what I've done
I'll be disowned as their son
My funds are now low, as I feared
I'll have to leave and shave my beard

Ok, I'm done lol
I know the switch will be really fun
I bought it while on a sandwich run
Oh my God what have I done
Y'all, seriously, help, I spent $300
@Guy0fV4lor
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