Raijinslayer

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@CuccorulerCool, also, your Yandere slime seems like it'd be a funny combo with Razor. Maybe they could know each other from somewhere else, as Razor has done a decent amount of traveling in his time(it was by stowing away, but still counts)

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@CuccorulerI was talking about just as a rule in general, you can post if you want. I'm not the GM or anyone of authority here.

We Are the Crystal Gems

@BlizzDo you really want to get into a vampire argument right now?

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@CuccorulerYeah, it really exploded. People really wanted to post, though can I make the suggestion that people wait two post before making their own, so that the RP doesn't burn out too quickly or that other players don't get left behind. Just a suggestion.

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@LadyTaleOh, I forgot to mention you but if you're not already aware of it, Aenor is currently having a spell cast on him in my last post. If you are aware, then please ignore this post.

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Ian Blackwood

Ian had gotten on the subway in the cave with several others, which had allowed him to witness the Light elf hating on the other dark elf present. While she went off to talk to others, Ian let a small smile crawl across his face as he turned his eyes on to the stuck-up snob. The asshole's worst fears would be opened up to him as soon as their eyes crossed, Ian's taking on a quick violet glow before he walked off. Aenor, however, would suddenly find himself trapped in his worst nightmare for what would be in reality 5 seconds, but would feel like an hour to him.

Turning his attention around the place, he zeroed in on a particularly attractive looking Gargoyle. He quickly walked over and gave a shining grin to the grey skinned female. "Why hello there, my Name's Ian, gonna be a first year, and my I be blessed enough to hear your name, and maybe your number while we're at it." He extended his hand in greeting, though his excitement also caused his tail to uncoiled around him, waving vulnerably in the air behind him in slow waves.

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Razor

"Keep calling me that, pretty boy, and I'll be sure to feed you your own goddamn spleen." The skull turned to look at the two the young dragon was looking at, noticing a Naga staring at him from across the way "Hmph, well looks like one of them will be an easy gain. Me, I'd rather find a girl that's a bit more a challenge and will really make me work for that ass, like the gargoyle that stupid demon is talking to. She looks like a really fighter, not to mention she's got one fine ass body." The skull let out a laugh before turning back to the dragon, it's eyes now taking on a sickly shade of green.

"Anyway, what do you know about this academy we're going to, the shit in the box and I are only going because we've got no place else to go. Oh, and sorry about the smell, fucker doesn't give a she about other people, and while I personally couldn't care less, I'm the one who has deal with him using me as a shield or weapon whenever he pisses people of with it. I honestly don't see the fucking problem, but maybe tat;s because I lost a nose."

@WanderingShield

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@JDizzle383Hey, can you explain what you mean by dark, death, and ethereal magics, please? Does dark mean using darkness, or does it mean that the magic itself is often negative in its effects.

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Ian post will come shortly, just felt that i should post this before I get left behind.

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Razor

As people made their way onto the subway, a sharp, very offensive odor would permeate the air, causing everyone to cover their noses in disgust as they turned to identify the source of the smell. It wouldn't be long before all eyes would move to look at a strange figure walking over with what looked like a Coffin on his back. Actually, forget looked, that was a coffin on his back. It was about as big as he was, made from a strange, dull black metal. He was about 6'2, with filthy looking white hair, strange red eyes with black sclera, and wearing filthy rags that barely looked passable as clothing. He gave no attention to the stares given to him, simply walking on to the subway and ignoring the lady who tried to give him a translator, telling her he didn't need it in German, English, Japanese, Latin, Russian, Hebrew, and several other dead languages before walking by her.

He walked to the back of the cart next to the only other dragon who he could see on board, only to be stopped by a musclebound were wolf who was covering his nose and giving him an angry glare.

"Look Pu-" was as far as the boy got before the Coffin on the figures back suddenly morphed into a fist that sucker punched the wolf-boy straight in his face. It quickly reverted back to normal, and the white-haired man walked over the werewolf's unconscious form. He laid the coffin down next to the scaled boy, opening up to show a rather comfortable looking padded exterior.

"Hey Golden boy, wake me up when we arrive, okay, I'm taking a nap. Oh, and my name's Razor, if you care." Razor yawned as he climbed inside the coffin, giving the boy wave before shutting himself inside. Not long afterwards, snoring could be heard from within. HOwever, the young dragon would soon be addressed by a skull that seemed to have been fused into the coffin.

"Hey ya pretty boy, how old are ya? OLder than almost every else here, I can tell, but that doesn't tell me jackshit, now does? You have a name, asshat, or are you just going to stare like most dimwits seem to do when I start talking." The skull was ivory in color with glowing eye sockets that shifted colors every now and then, as they were currently an intimidating looking red, as he berated the young dragon. How did Razor and his skull know that the boy had dragon blood, simply, Razor could smell it and the skull knew whatever Razor knew, though neither knew why.

@WanderingShield

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Ian Blackwood

Name:Ian Blackwood

Age:16

Gender: Male

Race: Demon-Dark Elf hybrid, Demon side is that of an Incubus

Appearance:
He looks like this, except he has a long, black, prehensile tail that ends in a spear head growth. This is his major weak point, as the tail is very, very sensitive, and grabbing it essentially means you have him putty in your hands as he becomes unable to focus on anything while it is being stimulated. He generally keeps it wrapped around his tail to keep such things from happening, but it tends to uncoil unconsciously whenever he gets emotional.

Personal Belongings: Backpack, throwing knives

Ian hates only two things in this world: people who think they know him just by his bloodline and being bored. Being raised by a single mother in a very biased neighborhood, not to mention being a mix of two of the most discriminated races in the mythical world, he found life to be extremely difficult. He also found, however, that his dual lineage gave him the perfect set of skills to get revenge on those who dared to bully him, the ability to use dark magic, to sense the desires and nightmares of others, and cast strong illusions. WIth these, he can make anyone who dares to cross him suffer immensely, though he tries not to resort to that if he can. That is a part of him he wishes to leave behind.

Ian also has a pretty strong libido and can be rather . . . forward about it. He also has taken to a policy of non-discrimantion, meaning that he finds every race to be a viable target, and is not afraid to make advances on anyone.

Razor

Name: Doesn't Remember, goes by Razor for now

Age: Doesn't know, has been 'alive' for about 4 years though, 4. Looks about 17 though

Halfling Race: Dragon-Ghoul

Appearance:



Personal Belongings: Coffin he woke up in, Coffin nails, a pet skull that actually talks back . . . careful, it bites and has a tendency to be rather crass and rude

Razor remembers nothing about his life before he was a ghoul, only that he woke up in a coffin out in the middle of nowhere and has been wandering the earth ever since. He took the coffin and it's contents with him because, honestly, it was the only thing he had to his name, besides the threadbare clothes on his back. He also seems able to speak and understand every language fluently, not through magic either. He just knows them. The only reason he entered the school is because he helped out a family one time, and when they heard about his lack of a home, they decided that sending him to the academy would help him get more accustomed to things.

Razor spends the majority of his time just walking through life not paying attention to anyone, or even bothering to deal with things such as Tact, manners, or other useless things that people do for the sake of society. He says what he wants, does what he wants, and listens to hardly anybody unless they force him to. This isn't as much of an issue as it seems, however, as what he tends to do a lot of the time is sleep. If you see Razor, there is a 93% chance that he's sleeping, and that interrupting that sleep will end with you being in a lot of pain. He's very cranky when woken up, and his mix of transmutation magic, Necromancy, and instinctual skills as a fighter honed into his muscles that he has no idea how he achieved them means that he can be quite the terror when upset.