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Oh, Hun, I meant to ask you yesterday, but how many Campers are we allowed to Rp?
I love all of you. XD This group convo is great.
Fallen Muse said why is everyone's character super creepy. My character is like a traditional fantasy villain XD
I don't see Eriil as creepy, he is the semi-standard Secondary Villian with an Apex-Complex.
*Continues to Nom back on Major Ursa.*
*Noms back for the yummy taste.* > u >
Canniballistic Mimicry? XD I eat you, I get your powers. OuO *Noms Muse.* I want to nom your powers!
I am so stoked for character interactions. I think my character would be ok with meeting your character Muse, so long as she didn't attack him outright. I do think over all though, the characters will be interesting to read.
Sam's attempt to call forth those who wished to leave, but none had answered. No one was willing to leave the Claymore pack, or at least brave enough to be truthful about whether they wanted to leave or not, and Sam was left standing a fool in front of all those who had pledged their allegiance to Luke and his foul intentions. Sam's head never lowered as he scanned the faces of the slowly growing crowd that scorned at him, and Rick was only growing angry with every passing moment that Sam stood before him. The silence after Sam's howl lasted for several minutes, before it was finally broke again by Rick yelling at Sam, about how he and the car full of misfits that left were all alone, and Sam grew angry as well, but he restricted himself from acting and simply released a hefty howl, this time a vocal signal. It was deep, and low, but carried so much weight as it filled the air. This was Sam's resignation and notice that he was more then happy to leave. His paws dug into the dirt as he turned and started walking away from Rick, and he lowered his head to latch his muzzle onto his pants, which were folded up with all of his clothes in them, but his shoes were left behind. He began walking down the garage's path to the gate with his clothes in his jaws and his dignity fully in tact.
Rorik nodded to the female who had approached him and remarked with a question of space for players. He nodded as she joined their line and then followed along. The passing time and anticipation settled in for it's last moments as everyone finally drew in there last breath before the reckoning of the battle.
The ground began to quake, the walls shifted, stones fell from their places, the lake began to shiver, and the whole courtyard was now becoming unsettled as the floor shook loose and the foundation itself was rattling at the force of an unknown presence. The lake began to shiver greatly, creating miniature waves that strode across the reflecting surface before gliding over the stones of the floor. The air thickened with a sense of danger, distress, and anxiety. Fear rattled the minds of many players while the force of the incoming boss rattled the room. The lake erupted into a fountain of muck and green water that showered over the horde of players as the Boss grew closer. The water now misted through the air as the fountain effect shifted and the lake settled with a large, shadowed, drenched figure sitting in the center. The hulking figure was slowly emerging from the shadows as the thick, misting water settled the Boss' image became clear to the whole raid party and there stood death.
Muriel's muck-stained, red shell began to become visible as and her massive figure caste itself over the party. Her large beast body was tucked tight and her womanly torso was held high. He arms outstretched over her pole-arm as she whirled it around her oddly feminine torso and then stomped one of the ends in the stone floor and then raised her large beast claw up and snapped it quickly several times while her little arm whipped around and her legs spread out and stretched, lifting her body to it's full height. She stood two stories tall at her average height and her body was built entirely of muscle and shell. Her glowing eyes peered through the dark, open courtyard, but they flashed a moment and then a deep, dense fog began to flood the Courtyard, making visibility diminish greatly. Her voice was a very melodic, soothing, sound, but it was also giving off a sense of evil nature, like the death alluring song of a mermaid or siren.
"Come to me my players, and bask in the glory of your death. You shall taste nothing more then the water's of my home, and your final resting place." Her voice let off with a whispering end and her lips curled into a seductive chuckle that let the world know, she was ready for the fight.
The ground began to quake, the walls shifted, stones fell from their places, the lake began to shiver, and the whole courtyard was now becoming unsettled as the floor shook loose and the foundation itself was rattling at the force of an unknown presence. The lake began to shiver greatly, creating miniature waves that strode across the reflecting surface before gliding over the stones of the floor. The air thickened with a sense of danger, distress, and anxiety. Fear rattled the minds of many players while the force of the incoming boss rattled the room. The lake erupted into a fountain of muck and green water that showered over the horde of players as the Boss grew closer. The water now misted through the air as the fountain effect shifted and the lake settled with a large, shadowed, drenched figure sitting in the center. The hulking figure was slowly emerging from the shadows as the thick, misting water settled the Boss' image became clear to the whole raid party and there stood death.
Muriel's muck-stained, red shell began to become visible as and her massive figure caste itself over the party. Her large beast body was tucked tight and her womanly torso was held high. He arms outstretched over her pole-arm as she whirled it around her oddly feminine torso and then stomped one of the ends in the stone floor and then raised her large beast claw up and snapped it quickly several times while her little arm whipped around and her legs spread out and stretched, lifting her body to it's full height. She stood two stories tall at her average height and her body was built entirely of muscle and shell. Her glowing eyes peered through the dark, open courtyard, but they flashed a moment and then a deep, dense fog began to flood the Courtyard, making visibility diminish greatly. Her voice was a very melodic, soothing, sound, but it was also giving off a sense of evil nature, like the death alluring song of a mermaid or siren.
"Come to me my players, and bask in the glory of your death. You shall taste nothing more then the water's of my home, and your final resting place." Her voice let off with a whispering end and her lips curled into a seductive chuckle that let the world know, she was ready for the fight.
He is a werewolf, and knowingly, and indulgently, hunts people down, kills them, and devours their hearts(I am assuming that part of Fantasy Lycanthrope lore is still used here). He is happily in love with his Beast blood.
Eriil is a man who confides himself in the existence of the hunt. He values the ideology of purity in the Hunt. You hunt to keep yourself fed, you hunt to stay alive, and you hunt to thin your competition in survival. Though this is latent-ly evil in many aspects of his character, because he goes as far as claiming the ideal of being Apex Predator over those not cursed.
Thus, Vera would want to "Smite" him if she ever found out he was a Lycan.
Thus, Vera would want to "Smite" him if she ever found out he was a Lycan.
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