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6 yrs ago
Current I’m also on RPnation and roleplay.me/join/AndrewRyan93
9 yrs ago
We are born of the Blood, made men by the Blood, undone by the Blood. Our eyes have yet to open. FEAR THE OLD BLOOD!
9 yrs ago
If anyone wants to be part of an rp skype chat, hmu on skype. My username there is mikkishtheleprechaun. Or you can give me your username and I can find you.
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10 yrs ago
MAn, this place has changed. Wonder if anyone else is here from way back in 2012
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10 yrs ago
I am the one once known as TheApprentice on here.

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Without much of a second thought, Mikkish angrily slammed the butler's head into a wall which magic was surging through his body, giving him enough strength that the butler's head exploded and blood painted the wall around where his head was smashed.

"What kind of game is this?" Mikkish yelled, magic still surging throughout him, as he dashed so quick he was in front of Blink in a second.

"I hope you don't think this crap will work. You damn cultists always-"

But Mikkish stopped talking immediately, as he saw a door open, and another butler, who looked exactly like the one he killed, walked out, and maids began to carry the corpse of the dead butler away.

"What the fuck..." Mikkish said, distracted by what he was seeing.
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"What?" Mikkish said, in a hushed voice, easing his grip on the butler, but gripping him nevertheless.

Testing him? What did that mean?

"Wait." This was all so different from how things normally went. Maybe this was all a trick the cultists were using to cover themselves up or protect themselves. Mikkish had been trick before, and it only led to the same results of cultist blood spraying all over the walls and ceiling.

"Where is the ritual? Tell me or I kill all your acolytes here. Or are you...Sterling?"
Mikkish laughed.

"What do I want?" Mikkish retorted, sarcastically, before, in a blink of a moment, before anyone knew what was going on, Mikkish had the butler in a head hold, ready to snap his neck any moment.

"I'm Mikkish. I am the guy here to take out your gay cult." Mikkish looked over the butler, who remained calm, almost as if he wasn't being attacked or likely about to be killed.

"Damnit...." Mikkish sighed, noting that this butler must have been brain washed by whatever cult was here "What did you do to him? What did you do to all these people?!" He yelled at Blink.
This was unlike any other hunt for cultists Mikkish had ever been on. Most hid in caves, or old, abandon, dilapidated, and sometimes irradiated towns. A few times, Mikkish had to search the roach infested sewers of coastal cities to find the damn worshipers of Dead Gods.

But now here he stood, in front of a mansion, and not even one that seemed abandon. There were lights coming from the inside, and a working fountain. It clearly had running water and electricity, despite that it was far from any roads and likely away from the grid.

Mikkish pressed shoved his dirty hands to the double door entrance and pushed open, expecting a creak, but it opened as if if had just been constructed. The light from the ornate lamps inside illuminated him and the ground around him as the doors were pushed to the sides, revealing...a butler, just standing there at the entrance, and maids in the background, dusting. Everything was so clean, and undamaged.

Mikkish cleared his throat to speak to the butler who stood in the doorway, staring right at him, as if they were expecting guests including Mikkish. The butler, however, beat Mikkish to the punch.

"Welcome, sir. We have been expecting you, Mr Callahan, as well as Mr Sterling, who should be arriving any moment."

Mikkish stood paused for a moment. Okay, so the cultists now knew his name. Not surprising, really, considering what he did to most of them could be judged as...excessive.

He had never heard of Sterling, though. Was he some Maniacles agent?

Mikkish looked around the room, though, and was honestly extremely confused. If this was a cult meeting, they were certainly prepared for guests.

"Looks like your maids will have to do some overtime." Mikkish said, raising his fists; his weapon of choice paired with his magic "Unless you need a new coat of red paint, asshole."

Blood was indeed about to spill. Cultists had fooled Mikkish before, but not again. Even if Mikkish was being a little unreasonable, and rushing in to fight a cult that wasn't actually there.
Just so long as he doesn't teleport whole buildings
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He only ever liked going by the name "Mikkish." At age 20, many thought he was too old for it, but he wouldn't listen to them. Or he would just tell then to fuck off. His real name was Joseph, but we will just call him "Mikkish" for the sake of simplicity.

"Far as im taking this thing" said the trucker to the hitch hiker he had picked up, who was drifting off in the seat next to him "Hey!" The trucker reached over and shook Mikkish to wake up "This gas stations the last closest place on my route to where you're going. You might wanna get out."

Mikkish walked out of the truck and was met with thick fog as he now stood in front of a run down gas station.

"Must be a New England thing." He said, not bothering to walk into the gas station, but walking past it to the right and into the woods. He knew exactly where he was going...sort of. This was just another cult he was going to take out, believed to be in a cave somewhere in this general area.

No, but this was different. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come alone. Mikkish felt challenged by something, and he could never turn away from a challenge.

So, Mikkish stormed through the woods, walking further and further from that gas station on the side of the road in middle of nowhere Massachusetts. As he walked, the fog grew thicker, the trees taller, the world seemed to be changing all around him as he walked, but he didn't think once to turn back, didn't even consider it an option.

Suddenly, Mikkish came to a clearing, and as he did, like a light switch, day turned to night, and the fog vanished. A full moon now hung above, lighting the ground below, but there was another source of light, coming from behind Mikkish.

He immediately turned to see the source of light was...a massive building. It was a mansion, in the middle of the woods, no roads leading to it, no roads even near it.

A metal gate with a few stone post encircled it, and within the gate, in front of the mansion was a working fountain, with a tiny angel statue at the top.

And the strangest part was that it wasn't there a second ago. Mikkish had just walked from that direction.

It didn't disturb or negatively effect him in any way, however, as this had become the norm for him and he friends back west. And to top it all off, maybe this mage cult he was looking for was inside the mansion.

Immediately, he walked through the open gates, and up to the door, grabbing for the handle and finding it was

Unlocked.
Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Appearance: 6'0 tall, body is borderline pale, and nearly emaciated but has a little very defined muscle, still not a huge dude by any means. A scar runs across his right cheek, his light blonde hair is thick and falls to the nape of his neck, scruffy chin and face, bright green eyes. Style is between thug and prep, if you can imagine. Mikkish has a handsome face, but a bastard's grin.

Personality: He does what he wants, and he's always looking for a good time. He has no problems with violence or crime, but if you and him become friends, you will struggle to find a friend more loyal. He loves drinking, pot, sex, the occasional shroom, and a good fight. Don't try to coerce him through intimidation, it will only end in disappointment, and likely backfire. One of his major drawbacks, however, is that he doesn't really think before he speaks, or acts, or anything, really.

Universe: Unnatural Verse, from my original RP I have attempted a couple times. You will probably find out more if you pay attention to his references to his past experiences.

Abilities: Heat things up, or set them on fire with his mind. Channel his magic energy through his body to make himself stronger, faster, and more resilient. Good with hand to hand combat due to experiences, classes he has taken, and things he picked up from watching other people fight, and when paired with his magic its a lethal combination. Indifference to gory, violent scenery or killing (in most cases at least).

Items/Equipment: Pair of steel knuckles, revolver and three rounds of magic silencing bullets (will be explained in game), a mysterious book written in an ancient language with missing pages, and usual luggage.

History: Dont want to reveal too much, but will give a rundown. Mikkish is from a Universe where magic is possible with all intelligent life (humans, beings as intelligent or moreso, and in rare cases even animals). The world (earth) is like ours though, and mages and other supernatural things are in hiding and secrecy, so almost nobody knows mages and vampires and the like exist. Mikkish woke up one day as a young boy age 12 in the hospital, with no memories save for a few brief flashes, and nobody knowing who he was. Life was harsh for him growing up, but long story short he got used to petty crimes like theft and drug deals. Already now, the idea of a "Happy Magical School" seems pretty corrupted, but that is actually where his story truly began. He left his adoptive father (drug dealer trailer trash) at age 19 when he found a book, some of which he was able to translate and revealed the world of mages (long story on how he became convinced and will likely be explained in RP. He went to the college he read about in the book, which was on an island, off the west coast of the US where he experienced what seemed at first like typical school and college life. The island, however, was owned by a corrupt corporation based in the US, but outside of any laws besides those of the corporation. This is only the tip of the iceberg though. He made friends there, and with them he battled the dangers on the island, including the corporation and gangs of psychotic mages, but his most important fights were with evil, otherworldly beings. More than the fights, he discovered some of the truth and real importance of his book he had found. Unfortunately, in his crazy fights, he lost some pages.

Mikkish began traveling through New England due to another cult he heard about. What is he truly there to do? Who sent him, and why did he come alone? Why not ask him?
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