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The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!"
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2 yrs ago
At last, the correct amount of garlic 🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄
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2 yrs ago
I have consumed far to much garlic bread. My hubris has doomed me once again.
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2 yrs ago
It's either: sleep is for the weak, or sleep FOR a week.
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2 yrs ago
Pink Starburst gang, wya?
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Bio
"No one can escape the fate given to them. All that remains is the end, where you will all perish. Eternal greatness exists only within myself. Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."
Here's my attempt. If something needs to be balanced, let me know.
Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
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Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
I completely forgot to subscribe to the thread! My bad. I'll get a character sheet up soon. Do you want it here, or in the OOC for you to approve? @LadyinInk
Nicking tree after tree, Ysran grew increasingly bored. Hm. What to do, what to do...He could smell... smoke? It was faint, but yes, that was definitely the smell of something burning. That means someone is nearby! Maybe they could help him get his bearings? He perked up his elven ears and used his superior hearing to listen in for something. Nothing that way. Or the other way. What about... the slight sound of moaning could be heard. But this was like a zombie moan, not a sexy time moan. The trees could wait, there were zombies on the loose!
He ran and ran, until two hunched over swaying figures stood in his sight. They were about 30 feet away, and hadn't seemed to notice him yet. The smoke smell was much stronger here. He perked up his ears once more. There appeared to be some sort of conversation going on. There was a woman's, and a deep voice. Were they talking to the zombies? Or perhaps they were controling them? No, the woman said that three is better than two, so there was likely a third party involved. He decided his best course of action was to bide his time and wait. Things were to unclear to make any sort of decision.
Before he knew it, the woman had started spitting out horseriding tips left and right! Trying his best to memorize everything, he nodded as a signal of thanks. She said her name. Siran, huh? Shouldn't be that hard to remember. "My name's Albus. Here's to a good time, eh?"
"Time's up!" He heard.
"Looks like that's our cue. Here goes!" With one effortless leap, Albus was on the saddle of the horse, reins in hand. He looked to the others as they headed out the main gate. He pointed the reins towards the rest.
"Uh... go that way!" he said to the horse. Either by sheer luck, or being easier than he thought, the horse began trotting off towards the rest. This wasn't so bad. Though he could do without the constant bumping. The constant jingling of his armor made him feel loud and out of place, he still wasn't quite used to it yet. Then the wyvern took off, and before he knew it, it was in the air. An aerial view would probably be useful, they would likely be able to see a little farther than the rest. But now, it was time for his journey to start.
He followed the rest through the streets, and it seemed like people were starting to gather in the streets. It felt... strange. There were many eyes on him, and it kind of made him uncomfortable. Just keep looking forward. Don't make eye contact. And before he knew it, they were at the edge of the city. Then to the roads. He felt more at ease on the road. He was used to them. And with all these others, it was like he was back home again. Minus the horses, of course.
[I]"No one can escape the fate given to them.
All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.
Eternal greatness exists only within myself.
Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."[/I]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5412285]My 1x1 thread, because I'm a shameless hack.[/url]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><span class="bb-i">"No one can escape the fate given to them.<br>All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.<br>Eternal greatness exists only within myself.<br>Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."</span><br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5412285">My 1x1 thread, because I'm a shameless hack.</a></div>