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"An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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I'll be posting in a bit. I saw it yesterday but some sh*t went down and I needed to sleep it off. lol.
Under the shadow of the situation gleamed a confident smirk. This was just like one of those mangas that he always read. It was filled with the type of action that pumped gallons of adrenaline into his body, it felt awesome. “Thanks, but I was aiming to take you out with my first blow.”
A ribbon of red buzzed towards him as Doran pressed forwards. It was all clear to him though, his movements, his actions. While a bit unpredictable, he could see from the motion he was going for a side shot. In the heat the of the fight, he had several thoughts cross his mind. One of which took the cake from all of them.
This is a test! A test by the grandma at the head of the table. She wants to see what were all about, what our guts are made of. I'll show her exactly what I'm all about!
In a subtle movement Carlisle let his defenses down and allow the shot to pound into his liver. The pain that ripped through his body was almost crippling. Unfortunately for Doran, a fractured rib, a couple of stabs, and badly bruised liver wasn't enough to finish him off.
He pulled his left arm all the way back out of instinct before launching it towards the man's face, aiming with all his strength to pummel the his jaw.
A ribbon of red buzzed towards him as Doran pressed forwards. It was all clear to him though, his movements, his actions. While a bit unpredictable, he could see from the motion he was going for a side shot. In the heat the of the fight, he had several thoughts cross his mind. One of which took the cake from all of them.
This is a test! A test by the grandma at the head of the table. She wants to see what were all about, what our guts are made of. I'll show her exactly what I'm all about!
In a subtle movement Carlisle let his defenses down and allow the shot to pound into his liver. The pain that ripped through his body was almost crippling. Unfortunately for Doran, a fractured rib, a couple of stabs, and badly bruised liver wasn't enough to finish him off.
He pulled his left arm all the way back out of instinct before launching it towards the man's face, aiming with all his strength to pummel the his jaw.
Conrad lifted the blade straight up and looked at the reflection of Evan. “I don't wanna reveal our ace in the hole. Let's save that for later buddy.”
His hand was still touching the cloth of his scarf when Evan yelled out to him. It was easier to say that he felt them before he saw them. He couldn't explain it himself but it was like an electric spike that course across his brain; It was a sixth sense.
With a flick of his wrist, he felt the impact of his their feet clash with Evan, a smirk on his face as he eyed the fighters. “Sneak attack huh? I'm not sure that's how the teach wanted it!” he barked, swiping the pair back into the air.
The fighter landed in a crouch and simultaneously pulled back the sling of his weapon. “Yea but who cares. Winning is winning right?” asked the pair together, their voice melding together.
Stepping forwards, Conrad laid Evan's long blade across his shoulder, the surface facing the pair. “Well, I suppose you're right. But you've messed up when you decided to attack us.”
His hand was still touching the cloth of his scarf when Evan yelled out to him. It was easier to say that he felt them before he saw them. He couldn't explain it himself but it was like an electric spike that course across his brain; It was a sixth sense.
With a flick of his wrist, he felt the impact of his their feet clash with Evan, a smirk on his face as he eyed the fighters. “Sneak attack huh? I'm not sure that's how the teach wanted it!” he barked, swiping the pair back into the air.
The fighter landed in a crouch and simultaneously pulled back the sling of his weapon. “Yea but who cares. Winning is winning right?” asked the pair together, their voice melding together.
Stepping forwards, Conrad laid Evan's long blade across his shoulder, the surface facing the pair. “Well, I suppose you're right. But you've messed up when you decided to attack us.”
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Character Sheet
”Gotta keep living, gotta keep living. The outside, no, the whole world! It conspires against me.”
Name: Atlas Hargrave
Age: 17, seventeen.
Height: 5'9"
Build: Slim/Average
Reason for Insomnia: Ever since a tragic accident brought him dangerously close to death, he has become intensely paranoid of the world's dangers. Even sleep is defiled by his overactive terrors.
Personality: Plagued by day terrors and night terrors alike, Atlas just barely keeps himself on the shallow end of sanity. It takes all of his concentration to seem somewhat normal around others, so it actually makes him quite the reclusive being. Due to the strain that it takes to keeps his bubble of safety secure around others, he finds himself straying from humanity and becoming a hermit of sorts. School, however keeps him human, capable of interacting if only in the most quiet of ways.
Regardless of all of this though, due to his paranoia, he tends to have things planned several steps ahead in order to keep his terrors from coming true. Which shows a sort of intellect and caution. Even if others would go against him, Atlas is independent enough and more-so frightened enough, that he would do things his own way regardless.
Bio: (Will reveal in IC)
”Gotta keep living, gotta keep living. The outside, no, the whole world! It conspires against me.”
Name: Atlas Hargrave
Age: 17, seventeen.
Height: 5'9"
Build: Slim/Average
Reason for Insomnia: Ever since a tragic accident brought him dangerously close to death, he has become intensely paranoid of the world's dangers. Even sleep is defiled by his overactive terrors.
Personality: Plagued by day terrors and night terrors alike, Atlas just barely keeps himself on the shallow end of sanity. It takes all of his concentration to seem somewhat normal around others, so it actually makes him quite the reclusive being. Due to the strain that it takes to keeps his bubble of safety secure around others, he finds himself straying from humanity and becoming a hermit of sorts. School, however keeps him human, capable of interacting if only in the most quiet of ways.
Regardless of all of this though, due to his paranoia, he tends to have things planned several steps ahead in order to keep his terrors from coming true. Which shows a sort of intellect and caution. Even if others would go against him, Atlas is independent enough and more-so frightened enough, that he would do things his own way regardless.
Bio: (Will reveal in IC)
Chung-ho sighed disappointed. “No thank-you, but-” He came to a halt; a eerie feeling beginning to creep over his body. It felt like... like perhaps he was in danger. As if he was surrounded by it in fact. He looked over his shoulder at the boisterous crowd, and warmly lit bar but couldn't seem to pinpoint it, so he ignored the feeling and turned back to the barmaid.
Dark brows lightly furrowed and black eyes pointed downwards, he responded. “but- umm, yea, thanks for the help,” He told her absently. With a small twist, he faced back towards the counter.
That was weird, he told himself, if only to rationalize the unusual.
Dark brows lightly furrowed and black eyes pointed downwards, he responded. “but- umm, yea, thanks for the help,” He told her absently. With a small twist, he faced back towards the counter.
That was weird, he told himself, if only to rationalize the unusual.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'm interested. Wouldn't mind being the paranoid one :)
Sep said
Not in terms of history. Kinda tidy up the rough edges. Make him seem more evil. Add some history but not a lot.
Ahh, I see. I look forward to the eviler things that he will do.
Sep said
You are correct.Also I'll be throwing up a new sheet for Crusade on this thread at some point.
Nice, I was wondering why you hadn't added his character sheet into the roster with the others. I'm guessing you plan on adding more to it as well.
Sep said
Please, I don't doubt that a lot of people want to be his apprentice. YOu can't just turn up and become it. Gotta prove yourself mate.
Not saying it'll be easy lol. From my readings its seems most Darth apprentices don't even make it to ruling the Siths like their predecessors. Its a goal I want to reach but a little knowledge is more than worth it all. Anyway, we''ll just have to see what happens.
Sep said
I'll get Enalais to post before I do, then I'll get working on a post as Rorwoorr and Crusade.
I'm looking forward to Crusade's and Naraal's interaction. I see the possibility of a beautiful apprenticeship starting or at the very least, the chance for some rare knowledge.
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