Asura said
Seriously regretting not throwing Trico off the mountain top.
Seriously regretting not Blinking so that Auriel's sword materialized inside Laura's face.
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Seriously regretting not Blinking so that Auriel's sword materialized inside Laura's face.
The Irish Tree said
Don't fucking push me.
OMFG THAT IS SO CUTE!!!
Auriel proudly lead his new team from the ceremony to their new room. "Well, looks like this is where we'll spend our time here at Beacon. The...next...four...years." He was tired, weak and battered from the battles, and his body was covered in cuts, scrapes and bruises. He'd have a few new scars before long, he was sure of that. Thankfully, though, he and Emlyn didn't have to work with that strange girl who had told them that the Datura had the card in it. That would have been awkward for everybody.
"So, the first order of business would be to get settled in. Make yourselves at home and such." Groaning and stretching his arms, Auriel looked around, deciding upon one of the beds near the wall. He didn't have much in the way of personal property, but he did take the time to set a small arrangement of his Itzamna feathers on his nightstand, in addition to the small necklace he wore. It served no functional purpose and really wasn't aesthetically pleasing, but it had been a gift, and as such he wore it whenever he went out.
After getting himself set up, Auriel turned to his new team. "So, now that our lives aren't in danger and we've managed to officially become a team....why don't we get to know each other a little?"
"So, the first order of business would be to get settled in. Make yourselves at home and such." Groaning and stretching his arms, Auriel looked around, deciding upon one of the beds near the wall. He didn't have much in the way of personal property, but he did take the time to set a small arrangement of his Itzamna feathers on his nightstand, in addition to the small necklace he wore. It served no functional purpose and really wasn't aesthetically pleasing, but it had been a gift, and as such he wore it whenever he went out.
After getting himself set up, Auriel turned to his new team. "So, now that our lives aren't in danger and we've managed to officially become a team....why don't we get to know each other a little?"
Lugubrious said
If anyone's unamused by the OOC, it is I.
You underestimate how little patience Sho and I have.
Team name: AEJS (Pronounced Aegis), led by Auriel Connoly, and we collected the King of Spades card!
Yeaahhh, sorry everybody, but I'm gonna have to join Lennon and drop this. The post volume's simply too high for me to handle, both IC and OOC. Bye y'all!
"Well met, comrades! I am one of the big wigs of this guild, the Liberation Group! My level is 78 and my name is Garnet! Glad to have all of you onboard, bastards!" Tyrael listened carefully to Garnet. He remembered back when he was in his 50's. he was actually somewhat important. Not a bigshot, really, but enough that most people were at least aware of who he was. Still, he didn't regret resetting his level. Since then, he'd been spending most of his time working on and making weapons and armor for the lower-level members. It had been hard work, and his level wasn't amazing, but if he spent a day or so grinding with Hjalmar, it'd be fine. He could make twenty or so levels in that time, or two if he was lazy.
Garnet continued as he unsheathed his sword. "Right now, we are headed to the bridge connecting here, Alkharn, Tokyo, and The Island of Departure! But don't fear, people! If you fear the enemy right in front of you, then you're just as good as dead! Don't you all want to get out of here?! But don't fear, people! If you fear the enemy right in front of you, then you're just as good as dead! Don't you all want to get out of here? Because I do! And I don't care, I repeat, I don't frigging care of what any of you has to say about it! I am getting out of this world filled with uncertainties and return to my normal, real life! And I will stomp anyone who stands on my way! Be it a boss, be it the Island Of Departure or be it those jackasses from New Terror!"
Tyrael hated the New Terror. Hated them. He wasn't some loser who had twenty characters in the game, used it as his only method of socializing with other human beings, and had literally nothing else of importance in his life. He had friends, college, and a girlfriend he wanted to get back to. A life of constant peril and bloody work might be exciting for some, but why the hell should he be forced to stay somewhere he didn't want to be?! He joined in with the cheer, his voice straining as he shouted. "TO HELL WITH THE NEW TERROR!!!!"
Garnet continued as he unsheathed his sword. "Right now, we are headed to the bridge connecting here, Alkharn, Tokyo, and The Island of Departure! But don't fear, people! If you fear the enemy right in front of you, then you're just as good as dead! Don't you all want to get out of here?! But don't fear, people! If you fear the enemy right in front of you, then you're just as good as dead! Don't you all want to get out of here? Because I do! And I don't care, I repeat, I don't frigging care of what any of you has to say about it! I am getting out of this world filled with uncertainties and return to my normal, real life! And I will stomp anyone who stands on my way! Be it a boss, be it the Island Of Departure or be it those jackasses from New Terror!"
Tyrael hated the New Terror. Hated them. He wasn't some loser who had twenty characters in the game, used it as his only method of socializing with other human beings, and had literally nothing else of importance in his life. He had friends, college, and a girlfriend he wanted to get back to. A life of constant peril and bloody work might be exciting for some, but why the hell should he be forced to stay somewhere he didn't want to be?! He joined in with the cheer, his voice straining as he shouted. "TO HELL WITH THE NEW TERROR!!!!"
eddieddi said
Good Luck. Remember This thing is a flying fortress, James Purchased it for its ability to survive anything short of a dragon attack (and yes thats what the warranty says!) Also its piloted by a mage who when pissed off is capable of creating storms at will. If ya want in, Just join the guild. Its not like we're going to force you in to anything, in this world of liberators and terrorists its our job to have fun!
Have fun, I'll be grinding and grinding and grinding to get the hell out of this place.
I'm fine with the team-swap.
Name time.
Name time.
Appearance:
Online ID: Lord Tyrael
Real Name: Jacob Rockwell
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Nationality: USA! USA! USA!
Race: Human
Level: 8
Class: Spellblade 1
Class Mastery Level: 40
Abilities/Magic:
Fire/Blizzard/Thunder
Cure
Sub-Class: Blacksmithing 2
Sub-Class Mastery Level: 120- Iron Forging
Stats:
Strength: 17
Agility: 12
Vitality: 22
Dexterity: 12
Resistance: 32
Intelligence: 32
Willpower: 32
Max HP: 6160
Max Mana: 3840
Equipment: Tyrael carries a Dwarven Sword:
He wears hard but durable leather armor, and a matching set of greaves and boots.
Miscellanous Items: Tyrael also carries a backpack, filled with an assortment of potions of all sorts, as well as paper, pens, and various survival gear, as well as a pickax for mining.
Faction: Liberation Group.
Personality: Tyrael's a nice enough guy once you get to know him. He can be a little difficult to get really close to, but he's a good and loyal friend. He'd give his life for his friends, and assumes the same of them. He likes to crack jokes, and he doesn't have much of a filter when it comes to darker subject matters. Since coming to the world of NTO, Tyrael's been a lot more temperamental. It's managed to calm down a bit compared to when he first arrived here, but he's still quicker to anger than most.
Occasionally susceptible to fits of existentialism and depression, Tyrael's quick to bounce back if he gets a goal in mind. An enemy to fight, abilities to train, something with tangible effort and rewards. He's been focusing on keeping himself buy since the change the world underwent six months ago. An idle mind is his worst enemy right now, because he sometimes finds himself thinking back to his college, his girlfriend and his other friends.
History: Jacob was a pretty regular kid before the massive change six months ago. He was a freshman in college, had a girlfriend, hung out with people, and played on the weekends and after classes when he was free. He enjoyed his life, but he also enjoyed taking a break and watching his character grow. One day, though, instead of waking up in bed with his apartment with his girlfriend like he always did, he woke up in NTO.
And boy, was he angry. It took him the better part of a day for his rage to calm, and when it did, he collapsed. A few other players managed to get him back on his feet, and he couldn't help but cry. He'd had so much in his old life that he missed so much, just from being away for a few hours. He wished and he prayed that it would all come back. He searched and followed rumors about anything that might have to do with a way home.
It was about a week or two before he actually tried combat. He was hooked almost instantly. As Jacob, he wasn't the biggest guy, but he was pretty fit for a nineteen year-old college student. As Lord Tyrael, though, the difference was night and day. He could skirt around enemies like they were snails and cut them in half with a bolt of thunder or any of his numerous special magics. A few days ago, he decided to start all over again, and jumped into his work with a new-found fervor for it. Fighting, mining for ore, smithing, all of it was exhilarating. The feeling of the movements reverberating through his powerful body was like ecstasy. In due time, he'd accepted that the situation was what it was, but when he restarted, he vowed that it would be the only time. This was the real deal. From here on out, he was dedicating his existence here to reaching The Isle of Departure. Whether it lead to a way home or only greater challenges in a darker land, Lord Tyrael had to know.
Like/Dislikes:
+Ladies
+Jokes
+Friendly folk
+Cats
+FREEDOM!
+Food of most kinds
-Boring people
-Them New Terror jerkwads!
-Getting insulted based on his level
-Egotistical people
Other: Not sure on my favorite anime. It's between Fate/Zero, Monster, FMA:B, and the new F/SN UBW anime.
Online ID: Lord Tyrael
Real Name: Jacob Rockwell
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Nationality: USA! USA! USA!
Race: Human
Level: 8
Class: Spellblade 1
Class Mastery Level: 40
Abilities/Magic:
Fire/Blizzard/Thunder
Cure
Sub-Class: Blacksmithing 2
Sub-Class Mastery Level: 120- Iron Forging
Stats:
Strength: 17
Agility: 12
Vitality: 22
Dexterity: 12
Resistance: 32
Intelligence: 32
Willpower: 32
Max HP: 6160
Max Mana: 3840
Equipment: Tyrael carries a Dwarven Sword:
He wears hard but durable leather armor, and a matching set of greaves and boots.
Miscellanous Items: Tyrael also carries a backpack, filled with an assortment of potions of all sorts, as well as paper, pens, and various survival gear, as well as a pickax for mining.
Faction: Liberation Group.
Personality: Tyrael's a nice enough guy once you get to know him. He can be a little difficult to get really close to, but he's a good and loyal friend. He'd give his life for his friends, and assumes the same of them. He likes to crack jokes, and he doesn't have much of a filter when it comes to darker subject matters. Since coming to the world of NTO, Tyrael's been a lot more temperamental. It's managed to calm down a bit compared to when he first arrived here, but he's still quicker to anger than most.
Occasionally susceptible to fits of existentialism and depression, Tyrael's quick to bounce back if he gets a goal in mind. An enemy to fight, abilities to train, something with tangible effort and rewards. He's been focusing on keeping himself buy since the change the world underwent six months ago. An idle mind is his worst enemy right now, because he sometimes finds himself thinking back to his college, his girlfriend and his other friends.
History: Jacob was a pretty regular kid before the massive change six months ago. He was a freshman in college, had a girlfriend, hung out with people, and played on the weekends and after classes when he was free. He enjoyed his life, but he also enjoyed taking a break and watching his character grow. One day, though, instead of waking up in bed with his apartment with his girlfriend like he always did, he woke up in NTO.
And boy, was he angry. It took him the better part of a day for his rage to calm, and when it did, he collapsed. A few other players managed to get him back on his feet, and he couldn't help but cry. He'd had so much in his old life that he missed so much, just from being away for a few hours. He wished and he prayed that it would all come back. He searched and followed rumors about anything that might have to do with a way home.
It was about a week or two before he actually tried combat. He was hooked almost instantly. As Jacob, he wasn't the biggest guy, but he was pretty fit for a nineteen year-old college student. As Lord Tyrael, though, the difference was night and day. He could skirt around enemies like they were snails and cut them in half with a bolt of thunder or any of his numerous special magics. A few days ago, he decided to start all over again, and jumped into his work with a new-found fervor for it. Fighting, mining for ore, smithing, all of it was exhilarating. The feeling of the movements reverberating through his powerful body was like ecstasy. In due time, he'd accepted that the situation was what it was, but when he restarted, he vowed that it would be the only time. This was the real deal. From here on out, he was dedicating his existence here to reaching The Isle of Departure. Whether it lead to a way home or only greater challenges in a darker land, Lord Tyrael had to know.
Like/Dislikes:
+Ladies
+Jokes
+Friendly folk
+Cats
+FREEDOM!
+Food of most kinds
-Boring people
-Them New Terror jerkwads!
-Getting insulted based on his level
-Egotistical people
Other: Not sure on my favorite anime. It's between Fate/Zero, Monster, FMA:B, and the new F/SN UBW anime.
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