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Supernatural Task Force V4.0

Edward burst through the door of the coffee shop late, as per usual, and directly into a fight. Several demons, and the rest of the S.I.N. crew. Great. He unsheathed his dagger and held in his left hand while he kept the pistol in his right. The demons had yet to see him, and he wanted to keep it that way. Ed looked towards Max and mouthed Orders? Max would probably have him either use his advantage and get some silver down range, or hang back until the end of the fight so he could heal anybody who needed it. That was his thought, but he wasn't the leader. He'd trust Max, he always had. He'd come to the coffee shop expecting a reprimanding, but he might just get himself a commendation. Well, would you look at that. He thought. Being late has its perks.

Supernatural Task Force V4.0

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THE IC!!!???
@antman0623

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@SgtEasyI've been busy awhile, expect my CS up tonight, hopefully.

Superheroes on Minimum Wage

I'll get a post up tomorrow.

Athalia Academy Season Four: Back on Track (Freaking Finally, amirite?)

@HylianRoseEdric blinked in surprise. The pink haired woman looked exactly like he remembered his mother looking like. Granted, that was fifteen years ago. There just wasn't a way that made sense for this to be his mother. They must be relatives of some sort, who's to say that his mother never had a twin sister. Who was nineteen years younger than her? It just didn't make sense. He wanted to ask, but how? Hi, you look exactly like my mom! No, he couldn't ask. He then realised that he had been staring at the woman for several long seconds.

"Oh, uh, me? I'm E-Edric Ka-Karst." He was shaking. He let out a little chuckle and mumbled something about being late before he sprinted into a nearby restroom. No way. He thought. There's just no way.She didn't even remember me. I'd think that my own mother would recognise me. He thought about talking to Aza about it, but he felt like this was something he should keep to himself. So he did. He swallowed his...surprise, he supposed, and walked out of the bathroom. He smiled and walked towards the assembly hall, thousands of questions racing through his mind.

Masters and Padawans of The Clone Wars - Star Wars RP -- Open

Jaros walked compliantly to the barracks, and apprehension began building in his chest. Not of what he would find in the barracks, he wasn't scared of clones, but of what he would find on the battlefield. He didn't want to become attached to any of these troopers, considering many of them would die. Yet, it seemed as though Jaros made friends wherever he went. He stepped into the barracks, a large, utilitarian building filled to bursting with bunks. The bunks, in turn, were filled with clones. As he stepped in, several clones near the door stood to attention. The others calmly nodded acknowledgement as they finished putting on their armour. One clone, who had just finished putting on his helmet approached. His armor was entirely standard issue, save for a red handprint on the "face" of the helmet.

"Sir, I'm R-328, the leader of squad R of the engineer corps!" He shifted uncomfortably. "My squad is supposed to be on guard with the Jedi, Sir. What are our orders!" Jaros gulped, he didn't know if he had command over the clones.

"I'm Jaros Belban, pleasure to meet you." Jaros smiled. "As for your orders, well I'll have to consult Master Betorn on that front. You and your men wait here for new orders." He started to walk away, then he paused. "Oh, and, make sure to kill some droids. Alright?" He smiled at the shout of approval from the clones. He then waited outside the barracks for the older Jedi.

Masters and Padawans of The Clone Wars - Star Wars RP -- Open

Alright, I'll post real quick

Athalia Academy Season Four: Back on Track (Freaking Finally, amirite?)

Edric was nervous. Sure, he'd faced worse than a first day of school, but still. He'd even tried talking about it to Azamor. He closed his eyes and grabbed his pendant, Azamor's current housing. Hey, Aza! he transmitted to Azamor. To be honest, I'm not sure what to do about this. I'm really nervous about this. Aza responded as he usually did. How the shit should I know? I'm a demon? Trapped in this STUPID FUC- Edric usually let go of the pendant right about there. Nervous or not, he had to go. He said goodbye to his father, thanking him for letting him go. His father had been none-to-eager to ship him off to a magic boarding school, probably just worried about losing another family member. He had never really known his mother, he just had a vague appearance in his mind and a feeling of warmth. He had always been a bit bummed out by this, but he figured that never knowing his mother was better than having her die when he was older. Just saved him a bit of heartache really. Still, that was part of the reason that Edric was even going to Athalia in the first place, to get strong enough to search for his mother. Even if she hated him, he wanted to know who she was. His father always shut down whenever Edric brought it up.

So, Edric grabbed Nox, which was apparently a pretty big deal, as far as swords, and made it disappear into thin air. He wasn't sure how it worked, and he preferred not to think about it. He smiled remembering how he got the sword in the first place.

Edric had been walking through a marketplace one day when he saw a person carrying a fairly dark, fairly cool sword.

"That's a pretty cool sword, friend" Edric had said.

"You want it?" He has said in reply. "It was giving me a headache anyways." The rest was history. He strapped his revolver to his chest, and buckled his other (not-legendary) sword around his waist. He then grabbed his backpack and headed out. It hadn't taken that long to get to Oasari, so he arrived just on time. It was a clear day, and Edric couldn't help but smile as he approached Athalia's gates. He heard the bustling sounds of the student body and wrenched open the gate.

I think I'm going to like it here. He "said" to Aza as he walked towards the main building.

Whatever, loser. He smiled, it was good to know that Aza would always be Aza, even if everything around him was different. Edric was pumped, he'd have a chance to make friends, get stronger, and have fun. It sounded just like his cup of tea.

The Lonely Tavern (Open to all)

Moment of silence for the death of the old thread.

The Lonely Tavern

Name: Edric Jaronus

Appearance: A 19-year-old half-elf with short, dark brown hair and green eyes. 5' 11", 135 pounds. He's not ripped, but he's not out of shape either. He wears a simple white dress shirt with a leather vest and a black, ankle-length overcoat, as well as suit pants and dress shoes. A short top hat adorns his head and he is never seen without his straight black cane.
Bio: A former member of The Order of The Serpent mages guild, he left with some friends once the inquisitors cracked down on mages. He and his friends split up to find a semi-safe and friendly place to practice the arcane arts, away from the prying eyes of the Inquisitors of the holy church. He believes he may have found that in the Lonely Tavern.
He led a fairly uninteresting early life, the only notable thing being his intense study of the art of Conjuration, which he mastered at age 14. He became one of few mages who are able to create permanent objects out of nothing but energy, he makes his money by conjuring weapons and tools to sell. He's no stranger to fighting, being in The Order of the Serpent. Suffice it to say that his hat and cane are quite magical, and quite effective.
Personality: Edric is easily bored and constantly looking for stimulation, which is why he throws himself into his Conjuring. He makes friends easily and can be quite funny when he wants to be. Something that confounds the people who know him best is how trusting he is, especially after what he saw in The Order of The Serpent's many skirmishes against the inquisitors. Despite being a situational pessimist, he easily sees the best in people.