Mortimer

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I...Maybe you are right! Who knows...they haven't interacted. Hehe.

Yes, it was made by Baba on the old site, starring Raddum, me and a couple of other good posters. But then, the legion of spammers and noobs invaded, spamming ten pages long and making me, Baba and the other be completely disgusted by the RP. Within two days, ten pages were added and almost everyone who wasn't playing their charade was ignored. That was its doom. I don't plan on that happening because this time this RP has a more strict GM. Not a bad and senseless GM, but one who will control this better.

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Hag looked away angrily and sighed. He was angry at himself. "I know what I said...you know much anger..fury...deception...despair have I accumulated through these years? They split you from me long time ago. Almost 20 years. And I bet you don't remember me. They didn't want me near you because I was a bad influence. I was always interested in the black arts, and I was an evil person. When they took away the person I cherished the most...I broke down. And that is why I killed you. I had a mixture of feelings, and I didn't want you to age and turn old. I want you to stay the same forever, with me. By my side." His words were absolutely sincere, and his eyes were watering a bit, and that's when he put his mask back on.

"Hag's the name. Hagger is the full one. 20 years is a long time to remember a name I heard once in my life. I used to call you 'sis' like most brothers do. Now...please, give me your hand," he told her and extended his right hand, which was covered with his gloves and a golden ring with an odd and trasparent red ruby that seemed to have a small universe inside it. He just hoped she trusted him.

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Thanks, sweetheart. I try my best. Just remember, Hag and Esme will have to live together forever, so if they doesn't get along they'll hate each other forever. Not only that, but she would have turned into a demented soul-slave if Mortimer and Hag hadn't helped.

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You tell me. It's wierd to play Mortimer. He's an absolute outcast, who is constantly tormented and he is the most fearsome worker in the circus, even though he doesn't want it to be that way. And then there's Hag, the psycho, animated soul of the party.

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Mortimer looked at her and a shadow engulfed them, making them disappear and reappear back again in Hag's office, with Hag facing the window in front of her. Mortimer and Shadow where nowhere to be found now, though. "I'm...I'm...sorry....sister. I never meant to cause...you...any pain. Even though...the words I speak may sound fake, and my proves it of course...I'm really saying it to you. I am really sorry for having done this to you, but you have to understand, sis. I did this for you own...good. I don't want anyone out there to touch my precious and beautiful sister. I don't want anyone to hurt you or even lay a hand on your delicate skin. I...sister...Before I even take a bigger step forward...may I ask what your name is?" The way he spoke was so elegant and formal, not mad at all, and it could be seen when he removed his mask and looked at her. His daggers where now behind his back, on his hips. He was going to help her with everything he had, mostly...because he had a forbidden crush on her.

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Hehe, just you wait, sweetheart. I won't rush or spoil you the fun. :) This is being a nice RP, I didn't expect to like it as much as I like it now.

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Just saying. It's usually...not a rule, but something to remember, as it would awfully uncomfortable to update your CS everytime your character suffers a major plot change. ;)

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Mortimer could sense the feeling of someoen dying around, and so he went to the tetn Esme was being fed from the human. He watched everything, he watched how his friend had turned his sister into a monster. The one sister that had given everything to meet her brother. Mortimer stepped inside and looked at the body. He raised his hand and the body was sucked into a shadow and down into the earth. "Killing people like that is wrong, Esme. You shouldn't do it like that. But given you have been recently transformed, I don't doubt you are still feeling hungry. You want to come with us so we can give you more souls?" Shadow asked and extended his wings, then cawed (yes, that's the definition of the sound Crows make), waiting for an answer.

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As you may wish, Myst. I think that would be not...I don't like it, to give you my sincere opinion. Since the CS reflects the original character, you can't update it.

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Mortimer nodded and looked at the gorgeous knife thrower just one last time. Her beauty reminded him of her deceased wife, but not in a sad way. In fact, he was atonished she could be so gorgeous. He quickly shook it off his head and disappeared in a shadow out of sight. Mortimer wasn't evil at all, his intimating looks and powers made him look like a frightening monster, but he was simply obeying what his boss had charged him to do.