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Current Going to a festival fellas! So for the coming week I won't be able to post.
9 yrs ago
When you marathon Rick & Morty S2 and expected laughs but the ending just slaps you in the face...
9 yrs ago
School's in full "consume all his time"-mode so no posts for just a lil longer. Sorry folks! I promise I'll make up for it in the weekend!
10 yrs ago
Going to take a small break on most of my RPs for maybe a week or so.
10 yrs ago
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"And I assume I should just go do that?" David said, a little bit annoyed. Though he lost the attitude after a deep sigh. "You're lucky I was going to take a walk around the place anyway." he quickly told Luciel, after which he disappeared up the stairs. There was a room which was clearly decorated for a girl not older than 12. Pink everywhere! David - in a flash of conscience - decided to leave that room alone. The other room on the other side of the hallway must have been of an older sibling. The presence of boy’s band posters determined that it was also a girl. And knowing the girls of his life 2 years ago, he decided against breaching that room too.

Though with the adult room he simply walked in and lowered the blinds. After turning on the lights he began to rummage around, eventually finding a jewelry box. "Looks like mommy forgot her pearls." he said as he pulled out a necklace. He also took a few other necklaces which all looked expensive. The bed was spared either. David decided to pull off the blanket and took it all downstairs. First he threw the pearl necklace at Luciel. "Here sunshine. I think it will do a fabulous job of framing your face." David had no idea what he said, he just said it. Something the girls back when he was 16 often said. Though that might have been about make-up. David didn't care, he just wanted to joke with Luciel. The blanket he threw over Ace, without saying a word. He proceeded towards the kitchen next and appeared back with a few cans of beans, an equal amount of spoons and a can-opener. "Think fast, pretty boy." he suddenly said towards Luciel as he threw a can at him. After that he placed the rest of the cans and the spoons on the central table and made himself comfortable on an armchair, opened up the can with the can opener and passed the opener at Luciel. "One night. That’s how long we can stay here. And at dawn we have to vanish. So I’d say we sit tight here and get some shut-eye and food. After that we need to gather supplies, meds and rations. We should also try to get a fix on our position and our plan of engagement.” David said as he ate his beans. He tried to sound like a leader by using military jargon.
I'm just going to wait a little longer before posting and see if someone posts before if nobody minds it.
"Petty crime is what I'm in for." he told Luciel as if it was nothing. Which is was to David. He didn't really care that he robbed a few chips or some drinks. But eventually the cops got involved and before he knew it he was on route towards the world’s hardest prison. Not for stealing. Just for being something he couldn't help to be. Granted, getting caught was his fault and he knew that but still. Would mutants lock up humans? Well right now, probably.

Eventually the group reached a small village, who indeed seemed pretty abandoned. David could still see the smoke rise from the distance. Luciel and kiddo, I don't know what both of you did but I'm quite grateful for it." he told Apollo and Luciel. "Anyway, how about we break into that house?" he asked, pointing at a small house just on the edges of the small town. David didn't wait for a yes or a no. Instead he just blinked towards the nearby window. Once he got an idea of how the living looked, he focused for a second and blinked himself inside. A few seconds later and he opened the door. "Ladies first." he motioned towards Luciel with a cheeky grin.
"Really?" he asked Artemis with a little too much hope. "I mean...it's not THAT powerful. Not if you compare it with your lightning. I mean, I just fire a few lasers and lift things. But you...I mean you can freaking launch a lightning bolt! God knows, with a little training you might be able to unleash a lightning storm! Who knows?" David was getting increasingly enthusiastic. Until he realized he was getting enthusiastic. That, in combination from Artemis, the gorgeous girl, became a little too much for David who got red like a tomato. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It's getting weird!

But right then he head Alex landing, quite far from Michelle. With the Corporal yelling he ran towards Alex. "Ah man, that looks bad. Hold on, mate." he said as he grabbed Alex's arm and pulled it over his neck, lifting him. All weirdness and awkwardness streamed out of his brain and was immediately replaced with a strange sense of fearless duty. A fellow mutant was hit, so it was his task to get that mutant into safety. "Artemis! Could you help over here? He's heavier than I'd expected." he shouted at Artemis, before he said to Alex: "No offense."
From a hill he watched at Ironstone. The famous human city. Spawning one of the best warriors the world could offer. He was tempted to test his blade against some of them. But he was Ent'Huïn, and therefor not allowed to leave the Thorned Enclave for anything else than a mission. He still remembered how the Enclave looked. Dark, with tall trees blocking out the sun and a wall of thorned bushes surrounding it. Not to keep others out, but to keep the Ent'Huïn inside. It was Saren's first time to leave the Elven forest. The human king has called for every abled body within the Alliance. Of course the elves would not want to send someone important. Nor someone who wasn't capable, as that might be seen as an insult. So they sent Saren, no-one they'll ever feel sorry for if he dies. "Looks like we gotta go." he told himself, to no-one in particular.


Name- Saren "Bloodborn" Nixium
Gender- Male
Race- Elf
Personality-
Despite the fact that his a member of the Ent'Huïn AND he has the genetic 'defect' for Blood Magic, Saren is not a cold or evil lad. Quite the opposite, he likes people and talking to people. Though he might not be the best at it. He tends to scare fellow elven off with his 'defect'. Never the less he's friendly, though not Naïve. But cross his line and you won't be allowed to tell the tale. He can be exceptionally brutal towards enemies.

Branch of Magic-
Blood magic - Blood magic is a mutated branch. The result of an unholy combination of Restoration and Necromancy. Blood magic can be gained, though through a rare genetic mutation one can be born with an extreme talent towards it. Blood magic can be used to manipulate one's own body to cross its limits. Jumping higher, slamming harder or make the blood boil with a lust for fighting. All at the price of the body. With blood magic, the body starts tearing itself appart with every movement. If it's used too long, the body can very well destroy itself. But it doesn't stop there. Uncontrolled use of Blood Magic can start syphoning someone else's life force and blood. Blood Magic is one of the gateway branches towards Dark Magic.

Pyromancy - The ability to control fire. The element least picked up by elves, due to it's destructive nature. Fire can be seen as 2 things. A source of light and warmth and comforth. It creates and soothes the mind. This subbranche is refered to as Creator Flames, because of the creating nature of fire. The other subbranch and the one Saren uses is the Cataclism subbranch. Where fire burns and breaks and destroys. A powerful force that may break rampart if the caster loses focus.

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Bio/History-
Even before his birth, mages could tell Saren's mother she would bare a powerful child, with a great talent for magic. But they failed at noticing his fatal defect: a Blood Magic gene. During his birth, these defects became apparent. He consumed the life-force of his mother during his brith and she passed away. Trading her life for his. His father hated him for that, and delivered him as an orphan to the Ent'Huïn who took him in and trained him. Forging him in a weapon like all others in that order.
Other-
Dragon


Name- Cuth’ilum
Gender- Male
Species- Lich dragon

Personality-
He’s old, and patient. He won’t attack you at first sight. For a matter of fact, he will probably ask you things. He’s always curious. But raise your sword too long at him, and he will freeze you in your own armor and purge your heart from every form of happiness you ever felt. He’s surprisingly non-caring about killing and human lives. If one must die, so be it.

Powers-
Coldfire – The flame of this dragon has long been extinct. When the outside life force filled the remains of the long last dragons, it sparked a new flame. Coldfire burns the soul and freezes the body. It’s very effective against magic users and people with a strong heart. Coldfire exposure can have a variety of effects. If you’re hit just a little bit, you might experience shocked a little. If it’s longer, one might get panicked. Even longer still and pure despair is the only thing on your mind. Eventually you will lose all hope and collapse. This effect is regardless of armor and only a very few, specially tailored wards can protect against the effect. The freezing effect can be slowed by normal shield spreading the blue flames. But eventually equipment might freeze too, with you inside of it.

Prophet – A gift and a curse and a rare act. Cuth’ilum is one of the few dragons who can see the ‘future’ and make a prophecy. Though it doesn’t happen voluntarily, nor are the visions he has very clear. The riddles made are even less clear and it happens less than once in a century.

Bio/History-
In Lich dragon standards, Cuth’ilum is a very, very old dragon. He cannot remember what or who he was before his resurrection. He only knows he is the first to stand up again with a force not entirely dragon in his bones. Right when he had his first prophecy, a few humans who arrived saw him as the prophet of their god and began to worship him. Cuth’ilum felt honored, but also burdened. Other dragons did not welcome the humans to these mountains. He thought he had to protect them, but failed. The humans were slaughtered and eaten by young, hot-blooded dragons. Cuth’ilum could not say he was sorry, nor did he ever grief the human deaths. Instead he began to live in exile. Walking the earth. Meeting humans, elves and dwarves, both hostile and friendly. Meeting other dragons, young and old. He gathers wisdom now. About everything.

Other-

David began to walk beside Luciel. But not before he told Apollo: "Kid, if you can stand you can walk. Come with us if you want to." Then he faced Luciel who was walking next to him. "I'm going to do a little recon." and with that he blinked upwards again. A few seconds later he blinked next to Luciel again, this time without any branches falling. Though he did look a little out of breath. "I'm not entirely sure, but I think I saw a village east of us. I suggest we go where the roofs and the food is." he told Luciel. After that he quickly looked at Ace. For some reason, he was a little worried about her. Of course, he could let Luciel know that, so he quickly said: "Man, I hope the chick can walk on her own two legs soon."
@Silen Syanka Is my elf character accepted?
I'm interested.
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