Kangutso

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Can we ask why you made such a decision?

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Martin put away the supplies he had gotten in his new room, candies and snacks stowed in a cabinet, class related supplies stored in, on, and around the desk. The egg of his soon-to-be pet placed carefully in a small box on a folded blanket, turned the lamp on to keep it warm. Once everything was where he wanted it, he went to the bathroom and washed up and brushed his teeth, passing a few of the others on his way back. Once back in his room, he more or less just fell onto his bed and covered up, taking a bit to fall asleep due to his thoughts about what to expect, but falling asleep nonetheless.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

"Is there a limit to the number of independent classes I can take?" He listened to Roisin's suggestion, "I guess I will." Then Ayaka spoke and he cocked an eyebrow as she started laughing a bit, returning to a normal expression when she continued talking. "My pet... I got a Raicho, or Storm Bird." Martin paused for a moment, "I'm glad that so far this place doesn't seem to be troublesome to new people, and that the people two people I meet are kind. Thanks."

ESCAPE HELL: The Gates

So, he was in hell, not much of a surprise there considering what he did before he died. It helped that there seemed to be fires everywhere, demons as well. Too bad he didn't have a map, else he would've known who's palace that was, but if he had to guess it must've belonged to Satan. Then he heard a demon walking towards the rocks and he glanced around to see a rather weak looking one with a dagger at its hip walking towards him. He hid behind the rock and waited, luring the demon behind the rock and appearing behind it to pull out its dagger and kill it. Now that he had a weapon, as crappy as it was, he had to get away before he was discovered. Keeping the outcrop between him and the palace, he quickly moved away to see what else was in hell, and to see if there was a way to leave.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

"Its not that I'm afraid, its just that... Different place, new people. Its just gonna take me awhile to get used to this." He looked at Roisin as she spoke, "Thanks, if I think of any I'll ask... Actually, what kind of extra classes are there?" Martin didn't feel particularly hungry, so he wasn't sure if he should order something or not.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Aisling, you forgot to post as Roisin as well.

Hunted (Supernatural RP) Pretty much always open

Posted. And honestly interested in what NPC, if you pick an NPC, that you choose to make the liquid demon's host.

EDIT: Need a better name than 'liquid demon', though I think it'd be fun to discuss that in the IC.

Hunted (Supernatural RP) Pretty much always open

Stepping out the door with Ishiya, Isaac said to the manager, "I trust that you will pick the best female subject for the test." He closed the door behind him.

Isaac did not fail to notice the claws that had started forming on Ishiya's fingers. With the manager's door shut, reached out in a flask and grabbed the girl's jaw, "I see you have a short temper. Be warned, that is something we have in common." He released her then, irritation showing clearly in his eyes, "Pup, one thing you learn in this world is that as soon as you are a supernatural, born or turned, you are hunted. There are many that would kill you on sight just for being a lycan, others hunting you for being a supernatural."

He stepped back and turned around, "I want to see you hunt a human, to feed on them, as you won't reach your full strength until you do. Wildlife isn't all we eat. You just have to learn to cover your tracks and not to become... addicted." He turned back to her, arms crossed on his chest, "If you can do that, I won't punish you for your outburst."

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Martin glanced up at the girl calling to him, how did she know his name? He didn't remember saying it to anyone. That aside, he walked over to the table the pair sat at and sat down himself, somewhat nervous. He sat there, hands resting on the table, before saying in a low voice, "Hi..."

ESCAPE HELL: The Gates

Soul, you still haven't put my character on the accepted list.