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7 yrs ago
Current I wonder about status bar commenters sometimes
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7 yrs ago
is it just a me problem where you own all the art/office supplies in your house so you basically become the pencil cartel
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8 yrs ago
One of your issues with Fallout 4 is you're not playing Fallout: New Vegas
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That's me. I also go by Anvil.

Art Ordering: Open [by availability only. I have a life too yanno]
DM me for availability and detaillss
OR
You can order art from me heeeere ---> The Art Forge

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In Exodus 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Aechir Soldra, but never goes by this.

Nickname: Only goes by Grim.

Age: unknown

Species: Angel

Job Position: Grim Reaper

Power/s: The power he had before he became the Reaper was lost to him upon becoming the Reaper. Now, his only power is to see, interact, and guide spirits, and he can also enter the spirit realm at will.

History: Aechir hadn't been much of anybody growing up, he was a simple street patrol on the Angelic Border at the edge of the Deadlands that separated the Angelic half and the Demonic half of Genesis. It wasn't until he was shot down by a Demon soldier and killed, when he met the Grim Reaper. The Grim, his predecessor, told Aechir that he had allowed him to die so that Aechir may become the next Grim. At first, Aechir was furious, but it didn' last for long. The idea of living forever as the caretaker of spirits intrigued him, and he relented. And so it was that Grim began Aechir's training. When the Grim felt that Aechir was ready, he gave over the title of Grim, his scythe, the Book of Fate, and gave Aechir his robes, and the former Grim allowed Aechir, now Grim, to lead his spirit away into the spirit realm. Aechir has been working as Grim for several thousand years since. He lost count after twelve thousand.

Personality: Grim takes his job as Reaper seriously, and doing it for as long as he, it's made him a little bit strange, creepy even. He has a morbid way of looking at things, and his humor is often sarcastic and dark. However, he does like to have a good time, and is generally friendly [if that's what you'd call it] to anyone he meets. And no, he will not tell anyone how they will die.

Description and/or pic: He wears flowing black robes, and has almost etherreal wings; they are so white, they seem to have a faint glow, and seem to be slightly transparant. In the dark, one might think they could see the bones of his wings through his feahers. His face is always hidden by the hood of his robes, so his actual features are unknown, save for a few long strands of his white bangs hat sometimes poke out from underneath his hood.


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In Exodus 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
You did more than you think you did, I assure you.
After pausing to make sure the guards weren't about to turn in her direction, she leapt off the side and scampered away before anyone had a chance to notice. She really hoped that getting back would be easier. But that wasn't likely.
Roman almost hissed. Look at mister Fancy Pants and his swag ID card that he probably stole. She looked around. If she was careful, she could sneak over the wall via one of the rooftops...Well, it was certainly worth a shot.
While she was used to running, climbing was another matter. It took her some effort to climb the side of the tall house without attracting any attention, but she eventually made it, and snuck over onto the wall. There was a brief moment when she had to lay low as one of the guards started looking around suspiciously, but after that, she was free and clear. Now, how to get back down...
In Exodus 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Reworking


Name: Seph [last name]

Nickname: He is sometimes called [nickname] by his closest friends.

Age: 35

Species: High Demon

Job Position: Prince of the Demons

Power/s: He is possessed by Chaos, but it only manifests itself when he becomes angry.

History: He grew up in seclusion in the palace, where he didn't have much of a childhood. There has only been one severe incident of his Chaos possession, in which he very nearly came close to having obliterated the capital of the Demon side of Genesis. This accident cost him one of his wings, and now he has great difficulty in flying, so he prefers more mundane means of travel.

Personality: He's generally very stoic, not showing much in the way of emotion except around his dearest friends, who he values highly. Unlike many Demons, he is neutral to Angels and Hybrids.

Description and/or pic: [Description]

Other: For anyone who sees my character as being extremely overpowered, I would like to note that this roleplay was first started by yours truly, and also by Sasha here, who's really done a wonder to make this roleplay as good as it is today. I give her most of the credit. At the risk of sounding a little boastful, I was the original creator, but to redeem myself, it would never have survived without Sasha.
I gotta admit, I'm in love with this idea. I'd like to participate if possible, but if not I'll still be lurking to see what unfolds. For the curious, FFIX is my kinda scene.


I believe you can still participate.
I haven't seen it yet, so I'm claiming Sephiroth (gonna be a bad guy mwahahahahaha :P )


You might want to read what I asked about Sephiroth at the bottom somewhere of page one. Idk. Also, technically we're not allowed to 'claim' characters.

Edit: Idk, thought it might be helpful :P
Roman wasn't far behind the man, she was used to running for hours on end. It's what kept her from the Marshalls. Now she's willingly coming to them. Ironic.
She made a point not to be noticed, especially not by Narcissus, as she'd decided to call him in her head. She didn't know what would happen if he found her following him. For all she knew, if he was desperate for the promise of credits, he might even kill her for this. And she had no intention of letting that happen.
There, she spotted him. Hah! It was the one called Jenga. So he was her opponent? She frowned. Quickly she moved off again. She wasn't about to let some snobby punk beat her to it. He probably didn't even need the real job in the first place.
Okay. I'll keep an eye out for updates, then.
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