Pathfinder

Seeking Mature Partners. FxF/MxF

I could get into the option 1 of the DC rp.

BEYOND Immortality

Possibly interested, I'll keep an eye on this.

League of Assassins

Short post is short, blarg.

League of Assassins

”I guess you kill people too?”

Fen cocked an eyebrow at the question before replying, "Not if it can be helped. More partial to animals really. They run faster and scream less." If this was a bad first impression than it couldn't be helped. Fen didn't actually have a problem with killing people as it was part of his training before coming here, it was just that for the most part humans didn't pose much of a challenge. Taking down a moose is far more satisfying than silencing a human. Alas he found himself here with this future profession laid out for him.

Curiosity overcame him, with a small shift Fen was turned into his more wolfish form. Showing off his claws, Fen said "What is your modus operandi for the murder parts?" If he was going to be making "friends" at this school then he might as well learn how they kill people.

Friends Through Thick and Thin, That's What We'll Be.

Done.

Vales Ruination - A RWBY-based Rp

The struggle to keep the beowolf steady was much less than he originally anticipated as after only several seconds the beast was mobile. However this didn't stop Angron as he continued to shred the beasts skull into paste and bone fragments. It was only after Gorechild found itself lodged deep within the Grimm's chest did Angron relent and took stock of the situation for the first time. From the looks of it, his little visceral display had garnered many of the Beowolf's attention as most of them were now circling his location as battle raged on. However when bullets began to fly, several of them broke off to head towards the source which left Angron alone with rest.

For now they just circled around him as they kept a reasonable distance from him, his threat level clear from their dead pack members. With a grunt Angron noted that he wouldn't have time to kick the carcass over and take out Gorechild before the others pounced upon him and he wasn't that much of a quick draw with Hail Fire, so he did the only thing he could in this situation and did the last thing any logical person would do. Giving a low growl that turned into a loud battle cry, Angron jumped forward and gave a massive punch to the Beowolf in front of him.

The beast reacted with the expected confusion before scrambling to kill the man assaulting it. Ducking and weaving, Angron gave the beast punch after titanic punch as it tried to defend itself with little success. However the curb-stomp battle shortly became much more even when the other beasts joined in. It then became a wild, desperate brawl as Angron struggled to keep up with the speed of the much faster Grimm. New rents became born into the surface of his armor as their claws bit deep into Angron, it was only now that he realized that mistakes were made.

With a frustrated growl, Angron punched downwards into the skull of a Beowolf and watched the beast bounce before shaking itself off and getting back into the fray. Seeing this caused something in Angron to snap, no matter what he did these things were just standing back up. With a flash of his aura, Angron was covered head to toe in a blood colored liquid and unleashed a yell that sounded more in place with a Grimm than a man. The substance quickly became invisible as his body quickly turned sanguine in color and steam began to rise from his skin.

Lunging forward into the Beowolf that spited him, Angron latched onto the beasts head before pulling. With a sickening crunch the head tore off the shoulders as Angron pulled the beasts head with his hands. Throwing the head at another Beowolf, Angron charged through another before reaching the large one from before and pulling Gorechild from its bloody tomb. With a jet of steam leaving his helmet, Angron released another bestial roar before meeting the Grimm's charge with his own as Gorechild released its own battle cry and promises of painful death.

Bitten

Sorry I haven't posted, I'm trash. I don't know when I'll be able to post but I will when I have the time/energy for it.

Friends Through Thick and Thin, That's What We'll Be.

Name: Elizabeth "Liz" Taylor
Age: 19 but cresting 20
Height: 5'5
Weight: 128 Lbs.

Personality: Stubborn, strong willed, and a bit of a tomboy. Liz isn't one to let anyone tell her what to do and is very open about it. Should you try and control her life you will most likely find yourself on the receiving end of her fist. However, she isn't some mean spitfire and is quite a nice person to hang around if you stay on her good side. To those on the outside of her circle of friends Liz is just that butch who works at the garage. To her inner circle of friends she drops the tough girl act, becoming warm and friendly. As it stands, if Elliot is the defender than Liz is surely the healer. Whenever one of the friends needs a shoulder to cry on, Liz is there and even has a dedicated ringtone for when her friends call.

History: Little Liz has always been daddies little girl. Growing up in the only mechanic shop in town, Liz knows anything and everything there is to know about fixing cars. Life was fairly kind to Liz and no major event shattered her innocent childhood, she wasn't bullied growing up, and even the teasing she gets for working on cars instead of going to college doesn't get to her. The only reason she is shunned by everyone else is because she refuses to conform and treat the outcasts anything less than human beings. That and her disinterest in men has garnered her an "outcast" label, one that she gladly accepts if it means she can be with her friends.

Other:
-Liz has a project car she is working on that is big enough for the whole group and then some to fit it. She is planning on taking them all on a road trip when its completed.
-If it isn't obvious, Liz is a lesbian. However she refuses to allow that trait to define her and her life does not revolve around who she sleeps with.

The Scarlet Masks

Sorry guys, I've been busy. I'll get a post up later today.

Dark Souls - A Hollowing Land

Name: Furion, Last Son of Archeon

Age: Unknown, appears to be in his late 20's.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at a monumental 9 foot even and rippling with muscles, Furion is very much a Son of Archeon. His eyes are a dark ember color that glow with a faint light only noticeable in the darkd and his hair would be dark brown if he didn't shave it. Furion's massive body is covered in scars, most are battle scars but some are self inflicted. The largest one is the Star of Battle, a holy symbol, branded across his chest. The rest are just symbols of little meaning or war scars from a battle he doesn't remember. However the tattoo that covers his face is dedicated to his god of battle.

Personality: Once upon a time Furion was a loud, angry man who would fight and kill with the smallest of provacation. However with age Furion has turned into a somber but wise man who can emphasize with the people he used to think as weak. Regret eats away at his heart for what he did to his brothers but he knows that he is too far gone to return to the ways of Angron. However When the blood begins to flow, both through his heart and through the air, Furion is reminded of what it means to be the Champion of Rudianos and falls into the barbarian rage in which his forgotten family was known for.

History: Furion hails from Angron, a small kingdom that could trace its roots back to a splinter group of Berenike knights. While most families lost the massive size the knights were known for, Furion's family has preserved it and as such breed the strongest warriors. His father, Archeon, was the current war master of the kingdom and pushed all his sons to go out and prove themselves in the eyes of their god, Angron the Twice Blooded. However during his trials, Furion found himself falling further and further into the Creed of Rudianos. The god of bloodshed and violence.

However, instead of fretting over his failure to gain Angron's attention Furion pushed himself further down the path of Rudianos. Eventually Furion was visited by Rudianos himself with his set of trails instead of the one set for his brothers. The way was long and bloody, ending with a climactic battle with his seven other brothers. At the end Furion was the victor and after claiming his siblings skulls for his own, was gifted with the arms and armor he is seen with. However, soon after gaining these gifts Furion died and awoke near a bonfire.

Confusion was later replaced with realization, then annoyance. With a shrug he returned home and was immediately met with anger for his actions and disgust for his current shape. Soon after a conflict between the knights of Angron and his father ensued that shattered the cohesion of the city of Angron. However even with his city shattered, his guards dead, and the abyss rearing its head, Archeon couldn't kill his only son. Instead he was banishd to the Asylum where Furion has stayed ever since.

Items:
Helm of Rudianos: A large, ornate helm decorated with the hair of an ancient dragon long dead and a face of fury twisted into the blood red metal. Rudianos has blessed the helmet with the ability to twist the wearers yells of rage into roars of unbridled fury, issuing a challenge to any and all.
EFFECT: Greatly increased aggro.

Breastplate of Rudianos: A large chest piece that covers all of the torso minus the arms. The inside is lined with small pins that sink into the wearers flesh when struck, causing his blood to run as freely as those he battles. However this matters not to a champion of Rudianos who will fight even harder when bleeding.
EFFECT: Gives a bonus to bleeding but pushes Furion into berserk rage.

Glove of Rudianos: A large, blood red glove with bronze trim that is worn on the left hand. Nothing more than a hand guard.
EFFECT: N/A

Grieves of Rudianos: These leggings are heavy, causing the wearers footsteps to boom loudly against the ground. However the treads on the soles gives the wearer a higher poise when on earth, mud, or gravel.
EFFECTS: Increased aggro on stone or metal but increased poise on earth, mud, or gravel.

Collar of Rudianos: A large, spiked collar that protects the wearer from attacks of a purely magic nature however the weight of the collar reminds the wearer who their master is and what they are a slave to.
EFFECT: Gives Furion a major defense boost against magic attacks.

Arm of Rudianos: A sleeve of heavy armor that covers the wearers right arm and is topped with a massive pauldron. This piece of armor is the closest thing that a champion of Rudianos gets however it works perfectly for their fighting style. While still a durable shield, its real strength comes with its ability to parry attacks.
EFFECT: Weak block but higher parry window.

Gorechild: This large axe was definitly made for a larger being. However for those strong enough to wield it, it becomes an incredibly dangerous weapon. Only gifted to the most worthy of Rudianos' champions the axe is rumored to be made from the bones and souls of dragons. However that is only speculation, but it would describe the blades seemingly ravenous hunger for blood.
EFFECTS: Massive damage and immense bleed chance.

Seven Skulls: The seven skulls of Furion's siblings. They were once a trophy, a worthy battle to gloat over. Now they are a reminder of his mistakes and motivation to be better.
EFFECTS: Reduced humanity lost. Should they be lost however, it would double humanity lost.

Other: Furion is strong enough to wield Gorechild with one hand.