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8 yrs ago
Current I've Risen From The Dead
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9 yrs ago
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10 yrs ago
I'd like for people to make characters for a story I'm writing. If interested PM me. I might make some sort of thread for it.
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10 yrs ago
I'd like for people to make characters for a story I'm writing. If interested PM me. I might make some sort of thread for it.
10 yrs ago
I'd like for people to make characters for a story I'm writing. If interested PM me. I might make some sort of thread for it.

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I write. Yea. I'm interested in any kind of RPs or partners, just throw then at me. But for the most part I'm pretty chill. Ye

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It's fine, I don't really mind since we both have a different take on our character.
Now surrounded by powerful enemies, Amaya had no choice but to fight. Unfortunately using her power required emotion, with was something Amaya wasn't completely comfortable with. Amaya bit her lower lip, a nervous habit of hers. It reminded her of her piercing.

Amaya decided she'd need to use her wits if she were going to get out alive. So, she touched the side of her leg with her middle finger. Frost crept down, before spreading underneath the feet of her enemies. Amaya's leg may now be numb, and her allies may get caught in her trap, but it was worth the sacrifice. Then she made a chunk of ice in her hand. Time to get things started. Amaya picked out the, most unintelligent Vygorn and hurled the chunk of ice at him. Not missing a beat she then launched herself at her opponent. He had been hit square in the chest with the flying projectile throwing him off his balance. With a swift elbow to the diaphragm, Amaya had successfully managed to make him fall. She straddled her victim trying to immobilize him.

"For someone with such a power you're not very quick on your feet are you?" Amaya commented. She had been analysing them from the beginning. Another bad habit of hers.
I'm restarting this RP! Is anyone interested?
I might restart the RP.
I think I'll take Riku. He'd frustrate Amaya enough to motivate her to train hard.
Eris woke up in a cell. Her brain just wouldn't function. It must have been a side effect of a drug they, whoever they were, gave her. All she seemed to remember from the rave was protecting Rachael from the gun fire that people shot. Whoever they were, they definitely weren't the cops. Now she was here, covered in wounds and bruises from who knows what.

"Is anyone in here a MUTANT?" Eris immediately opened her eyes. She saw a male figure at the bars of their cage.

"I am," Eris's voice sounded scratchy from having to yell at the rave. Revealing that bit of information felt good. She had never told anyone about it before, but in this situation it could either save her or destroy her. She was hoping for the former.
The noises of fighting alerted Amaya that something was wrong. So she bolted out of the room she was in and followed the sound. The scene that lay before her was that of a massacre. There were two obvious sides, one with powers of the void, and mere humans. Amaya scanned the area noticing a group of people close together. A girl healed a soldier with plants. The rest of them weren't fighting. They obviously weren't part of the Renegades or the Vygorns. Which only left one other group, the Elementals. Well, now was a good a time as any to get introduced.

Amaya carefully made her way to the rest of the Elementals, making sure she didn't get noticed or caught in the cross fire. "Hey, I'm assuming you all are Elemantals. Don't worry, I'm one too. But introductions can be put off later. Right now I'm guessing most of you don't have any experience fighting due to your reactions. So, in a situation like this, it's best to take the advantage of distraction and flee. Fighting here will only get us killed." She spoke hurriedly, they needed to act before they were spotted.
Is there any one we're specifically suppose to fight, or can we just pick and choose?
Sorry everyone. I've been dealing with a lot lately, and where I was had sucky internet. If anyone still wants to be apart of this, tell me.
Unfortunately, Duvain was in a trance for most of the ride. In fact, she might have fallen asleep with her eyes open at one point. However, when she awoke, the first thing she noticed was that the cart had stopped. The lanista shouted some words at them, but Duvain was too busy realizing that a sloth clung to her arm. Confused and disoriented, Duvain attempted to peal it off of her. Without realizing it, she was the only one left in the cart. Before she got yelled at, she abandoned her attempt at getting rid of the beast on her and rushed out.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light, but when she did, she was in the middle of a large city. Duvain had never seen anything like it. In her village people lived a comfortable distance from each other, but here everything was jammed together. She suddenly felt clausterphobic and couldn't move. A rough tug on the arm from a guard finally got her moving again. But still, the sensation of everything closing in on her lingered.

The guards shackled her, giving her rough treatment. Her hair was pulled, and her body was pushed around. Occasionally her face was slapped for insubordination. For some strange reason, no one questioned the sloth.

As Duvain got closer to arena, the sounds became overwhelming. Cheers, clashes of metal, grunts, and cries of agony filled her ears. The raw sounds felt so surreal to Duvain that she almost forgot that she was going to be in that ring. So, she waited in line, waiting for the inevitable fight she'd have to endure.
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