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Discord crashed lads. Can't get back in.
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I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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I'm gonna write my character sheet up tonight, get caught up with my roleplays and maybe draw some more.
By the way I'm posting them in order of edginess. Those two are least edgy and a little more edgy.

The next one is edgy, the one after is almost like it's supposed to be parody but is serious.

Then the leader. Edgelord Supreme
@Holy Soldier
You mean the red for Sion's thoughts?
The Second Member of Team Edgelord, the Weapon of Mass Destruction.

A man who is not, in fact, a man. But the body of a man, who was a cyborg. Who had his brain removed and replaced by a Malfunctioning AI. His personality is point to point reactions, rather than an actual personality.

He fights with a mechanical arm and chaingun. His mechanical arm hides a black bladed longsword.

Let me introduce, BeRzErKeR.



Footnote:Yes, I did IN FACT spell it with on and off capitalization. Again, a stunning lack of black and red.
@Holy Soldier
I don't use red.
The First Member of Team Edgelord, The Elegant Warrior.

A man whose only personality trait is that he is an unhinged psychopath.

He fights with the Elegant Fist style, and never uses his hands to fight. Only ever using his short handled and bladed scythe.

I present to you, Shikahn!



Footnote: Yes, those are high heels. He's 5'2" and wears them to make himself look taller. And these are the original colors. A stunning lack of black and red.
I went and found my old highschool character notebook. Every character there is edgy as fuck and cringeworthy.

Literally the product of my edgy teenage phase. I'm redesigning them and redrawing them. I'll post the first one's sketch in a bit so you can see how edgy they are.

I'm remaining faithful to the original design, though I'm filling in spots that my shitty garbage ass artwork didn't show.

I could only draw from the side and from the front back then, so some of their designs are distinctly lacking.
@Doc Doctor (I'm sorry for the wait. Work and stress has kept me away from this.)

Again, was this guy serious?

In fact, he'd managed to make this situation worse.

Ansgar was only going to disable the man and leave him to limp off in shame, but now he'd cut off his own arm.

How?

Well, Ansgar's elbow had struck the plate of his armor and pushed it off to the side. With his particular footing this was quite fortuitous, considering he had a very sturdy posture. Ansgar simply dragged his arm straight upwards and turned his wrist towards Zande's under-arm. Slashing upwards towards the flesh of his arm, considering he was swinging a massively heavy axe downwards towards his leg. It would be difficult for him to stop his arm.

Once his arm was sufficiently sliced, the axe would likely fall harmlessly from his hand. Directionally thrown by the force of his swing.

Oh, and about his other axe? As his right arm swung upwards, his left arm raised slightly. Pulling the shield up between himself and Zande's body. A cramped movement, considering they were already touching. Though not impossible.
Name: Jax
Affiliation: Ionia, and by proxy Demacia. Though, loosely.
Location: Ball Room, right in front of a couple of guys.
Tagging: @Holy Soldier
Mentioned: Jarvan the 4th, Garen Crownguard


Pushing and shoving had proven to be the most dominant strategy for passing through the crowd, though he'd knocked a few hats off of a couple ugly women who were wearing dresses too tight for their weight. In their huff they gave pause when they realized who had pushed them aside, a hush washed over them and they resigned. Weaving and shoving, more weaving and shoving. Would he ever find what he was looking for?

Just when he was about to give up hope, his eye caught glimpse of the most beautiful thing.

A bottle, glorious and red. Adorned with ornate golden vines and leaves, a royal Demacian wine if ever he laid eyes on one. For a moment he spoke in foreign tongue. Though roughly translated to, "Be-still my heart." In that moment he fanned at his face (despite it being behind a helmet) and rushed towards the table. Hoping to save face at the final moments, however, he slowed his pace and casually walked towards the table. Without bothering to ask or even seek out a glass, he snatched it from the table.

Popping the cork with his thumb, he upturned the bottle and placed the neck through a hole in his helmet. He turned his whole head backwards and began to pour the burning liquid down his throat. It was a fantastic five or so seconds before he realized whose bottle of wine he had just stolen from right in front of him.

Literally the bottle that had been brought in to replace the one that had been unsealed for the Demacian royal himself.

In that silent moment he stood there, letting the wine pour into his mouth. Slowly turning his head and the bottle back down to stop the flow. His eyes behind his helmet showed signs of awe that none would ever see.

It was at this moment that Jax knew, he fucked up.

Once I'm home I'll post.
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