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But I'll try to get a post up tonight.
But I'll try to get a post up tonight.
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The Skeleton King
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BECAUSE I AM SWITCHING ACCOUNTS TO POKE, THIS ACCOUNT WILL NOW SERVE AS A MEMORIAL TO THE ONLY KING THAT MATTERS.
Ostarion, the Skeleton King "Bone is strongest where it's mended."
The victim of a longevity spell that backfired, the Skeleton King Ostarion has built an empire from the bones of his enemies. He lives only to extend his reach, for as long as he is perpetually building and adding to his domain he cannot die. The walls of his palace are formed of fired bone; the streets are paved with bones of every sort of creature and every enemy; and even the wood and other natural features of his land have been swept away and replaced with replicas formed of bone. From the Ivory Forest to Ostarion's towering Throne of Bone, nothing happens in the Empire of Bones without the full knowledge of its Skeleton King.
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"I'm certain our otherworldly hosts will accept the outcome of this fight graciously." Elren said, alluding to both his intentions, and his opponents usage of the word. The boy glanced at Laiss for a moment - perhaps he could see his true colours?
From the centre of the arena, Elren's blade sat far behind the ill-intentioned boy. It would be a chore to retrieve it if the first stage of his plan went well, but what was a small dash to the edge of the arena versus life and death? He eagerly and cautiously awaited for his opponent to approach him so that he could execute his plan, but noticed that his opponent hadn't made a move yet. Perhaps he was having doubts regarding the act of killing? Similar to the doubts that Elren had regarding the fight, albeit for different, less honourable reasons. Still, Elren attempted to urge the other contender to step closer.
"Well, I can't just stand here forever, and we're probably not going to be leaving until we've had a...clear winner." The white-haired boy shrugged.
"We may as well end this quickly."
From the centre of the arena, Elren's blade sat far behind the ill-intentioned boy. It would be a chore to retrieve it if the first stage of his plan went well, but what was a small dash to the edge of the arena versus life and death? He eagerly and cautiously awaited for his opponent to approach him so that he could execute his plan, but noticed that his opponent hadn't made a move yet. Perhaps he was having doubts regarding the act of killing? Similar to the doubts that Elren had regarding the fight, albeit for different, less honourable reasons. Still, Elren attempted to urge the other contender to step closer.
"Well, I can't just stand here forever, and we're probably not going to be leaving until we've had a...clear winner." The white-haired boy shrugged.
"We may as well end this quickly."
@Crimmy pls respond :c
One moment, a magical carpet ride. The next moment, an arena. Elren quickly assessed his surroundings. A decently sized blade beside him and one beside his opponent. He examined his opponent, he had failed to pay attention to this one during the carpet ride; a male who was both taller than Elren, and significantly more well-dressed than any of the other riff-raff that were on the magical carpet ride.
Except for SharkMan, maybe.
Elren knew that he was not skilled with most bladed weapons regardless of what they were, and he was never really inclined to fight anyone anyway - let alone fight someone in duel conditions. He also had to take into condition his first impressions here. Losing the fight would likely maintain the idea that he was weaker, less dangerous and would also probably help to secure the idea that he was friendly, but it would be painful and morbid; he'd die (again), after all. On the other hand, he could try his hand at an underhanded tactic, but doing so would likely make his opponent view him badly, but it did mean that he would have a chance at victory. Elren decided on the latter option - he didn't want to die (again). After all, it would just be a spur-of-the-moment-panic-into-subsequent-devious-plan-to-beat-someone-through-unfair-and-dishonest-means.
He'd simply hit the guy over the head when he let his guard down, run over to the knife and get a few stabs in - seemed simple enough. Or it could go terribly wrong and Elren would die a horrible death. Worth a try though.
"Well." Elren said, standing up.
"It seems as though I've found myself at a bit of an impasse. Never been one for fighting, really."
He began to approach the centre of the arena, hands above his head, almost as if he was being searched.
"I'll let you have this - I'd lose anyway."
Except for SharkMan, maybe.
Elren knew that he was not skilled with most bladed weapons regardless of what they were, and he was never really inclined to fight anyone anyway - let alone fight someone in duel conditions. He also had to take into condition his first impressions here. Losing the fight would likely maintain the idea that he was weaker, less dangerous and would also probably help to secure the idea that he was friendly, but it would be painful and morbid; he'd die (again), after all. On the other hand, he could try his hand at an underhanded tactic, but doing so would likely make his opponent view him badly, but it did mean that he would have a chance at victory. Elren decided on the latter option - he didn't want to die (again). After all, it would just be a spur-of-the-moment-panic-into-subsequent-devious-plan-to-beat-someone-through-unfair-and-dishonest-means.
He'd simply hit the guy over the head when he let his guard down, run over to the knife and get a few stabs in - seemed simple enough. Or it could go terribly wrong and Elren would die a horrible death. Worth a try though.
"Well." Elren said, standing up.
"It seems as though I've found myself at a bit of an impasse. Never been one for fighting, really."
He began to approach the centre of the arena, hands above his head, almost as if he was being searched.
"I'll let you have this - I'd lose anyway."
Question, what would happen if I just jumped off the carpet?
Only one way to find out, I guess.
Are we waiting for Swarley to post before we continue onto the next part?
Interested.
Hell.
Elren didn't expect to end up here. Well, he did - but not this soon. One moment he was eating, a few seconds later he was choking, and now he was here; on a magic carpet flying to who knows where? To some kind of test? That's what Elren inferred from that tall, ungodly creature that joined them on the carpet adventure.
"This. This is different." He said to himself, stating the obvious.
Although, to be honest, Elren expected something slightly different. Some kind of immediate torture and an amalgamation of demons, pitchforks and fire. Lots of fire. This flight was almost..tranquil. Almost. It became quite apparent that there were others on the magical carpet ride, and they were...disruptive to say the least. So far, the ones who has made themselves most apparent to Elren was a short but loud blonde girl who was probably the main cause of all the noise, a odd fellow who had been talking to himself for quite a while before falling asleep, and a ghos-wait. No. A pure white human being currently dubbed 'SharkMan' in Elren's mind, for obvious reasons. With all these..."unique" characters causing a scene, it was no wonder why none of the other teenagers had asked this demonic figure any questions yet. Elren decided that he would be the first to do so. He raised his hand and waited for a few seconds before speaking.
"I'm sure I speak on behalf of everyone here when I ask this; why is this happening, and what kind of test are you making us do?"
Elren didn't expect to end up here. Well, he did - but not this soon. One moment he was eating, a few seconds later he was choking, and now he was here; on a magic carpet flying to who knows where? To some kind of test? That's what Elren inferred from that tall, ungodly creature that joined them on the carpet adventure.
"This. This is different." He said to himself, stating the obvious.
Although, to be honest, Elren expected something slightly different. Some kind of immediate torture and an amalgamation of demons, pitchforks and fire. Lots of fire. This flight was almost..tranquil. Almost. It became quite apparent that there were others on the magical carpet ride, and they were...disruptive to say the least. So far, the ones who has made themselves most apparent to Elren was a short but loud blonde girl who was probably the main cause of all the noise, a odd fellow who had been talking to himself for quite a while before falling asleep, and a ghos-wait. No. A pure white human being currently dubbed 'SharkMan' in Elren's mind, for obvious reasons. With all these..."unique" characters causing a scene, it was no wonder why none of the other teenagers had asked this demonic figure any questions yet. Elren decided that he would be the first to do so. He raised his hand and waited for a few seconds before speaking.
"I'm sure I speak on behalf of everyone here when I ask this; why is this happening, and what kind of test are you making us do?"
Elren "Trustworthy" Cade
"Watch your back my friend, for trust can be a dangerous thing..."
Gender:
Male.
Age:
16
Appearance:
Elren stands at 5'5, and has a weight of 48kg. His eye colour is grey. Elren's hair - for whatever reason, is white. Yet he's dark-skinned. Maybe his gene pool is messed up somewhere along the line. Maybe he's some sort of protagonist starring in his own edgy anime. That would probably explain his behaviour too.
Personality:
An opportunistic trickster and downright manipulative scum-of-the-earth, Elren masks these two traits behind a friendly and calm demeanour. He's always been a prankster, a "strategist" and a...leader? Not quite that last one; if anything, he'd be the one who pulls the strings. The unexpected final boss after the final boss. Elren balances kindness with cruelty in order to maintain in a solid position within a group. Normally, he tries to settle himself behind a leader and goes from there. Despite all this, he carries with himself a trustworthy and kindly persona which netted him his nickname "Trustworthy Cade" (in life, at least). A nature such as his would be considered disgusting or abhorrent to normal members of society. Elren doesn't consider it so.
He's simply...an opportunist.
Biography:
Elren grew up within a middle-class family in London with a large family consisting of four brothers and three sisters. Had it not been for his manipulative nature, he would have likely led an extremely average and unfulfilled life. In school, he was one of the more popular students, and at the same time a major instigator of conflict between other students through pranking and general rumours - without actually being found out. At home, he and his seven siblings were the equivalent of the Portuguese Mafia, except Elren never actually partook in any of the endeavours, and simply controlled and organized them. Consistently causing problems for his school (and family in general) would have definitely persisted for years, and probably could have developed into something more - had it not been for that well placed peanut of assassination, placed carefully in Elren's meal by his youngest sibling who got the idea from television.
Death Scenario:
He choked on a particularly large peanut of assassination.
Phobias:
| Peanuts | Ugly people | Saliva | Caterpillars |
Skills:
His manipulative, deceptive nature allows his to make convincing lies, and his friendly demeanour hides his dangerousness. He's also oddly gifted with spear weapons, but is terribly unskilled when using any other weapon.
Power: SHADOW FIEN- I mean, Shadow King.
Theme Song:
Anything goes...
So masochistic, huh? That should work well with her power. XD
And go post it in the CS thread.]
@Ostarion Stop creeping and say something.
I'm editing the CS in da PM mayne. It'll be done within 600 seconds.
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