Vec@tobiax Yo I w like your female character. I was thinking that I'd take Omnimon's position. Or is it already taken?
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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 S S H U M.
Isshum looked towards the door of the guild hall’s door. The feeling that crept beyond the material of the building was ominous, dangerous. It made him feel threatened but too weak to do anything about it. Even still, it took only a stray thought for James and Alice for him to make up his mind to stand his ground. He hadn’t a clue what was going on.
Time was muted before Revan burst through the door. It was obvious that spike from before was his, but what about that other magic? Who had that belonged too? Perhaps it hadn’t mattered but whatever was going on had shifted the Guild’s mood. Matt’s too. He could smell a steely determination on him, one that was ready to accept death. From that, Isshum gathered he had lost his match. Utterly and completely.
“I’ll help ya, Alice,” answered Isshum as he slowly returned his gaze to her. Though the seriousness that laid on it was still visible. His instincts were razor sharp and he knew when a comrade needed time alone. That’s what Matt needed at the moment.
Hearing Kuroku's request for comrades was late to reach him, but it interested him greatly as well.
@SilverDawn Awesome name, first of all.
Umm, second. Your name is awesome. And third o_o
You're awesome!
Welcome to the Rp
Umm, second. Your name is awesome. And third o_o
You're awesome!
Welcome to the Rp
Zoran smirked to himself. Thora had made it bearable to be around her, bearable to be around a dragon because she was so genuine. He could sense the truth in her actions and that made trusting her a lot easier. He turned back to his mostly empty foil plate, dipping the last of his bread in the juices of the meat before gobbling it down.
He wiped his mouth with a small tissue. Flying with her was pretty fun, something he enjoyed immensely to be honest. With a halting hand, he grabbed the random bowl from her. “Your manners are atrocious,” he jested with a smile. “You have no idea whose food this was. Let’s get you something on the way out instead.”
He got up from the table and noticed an untouched plate that Freya dropped off. When he got it, he lifted up towards her. “Let’s go, the quicker you eat. The quicker we can soar.”
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Happy Birthday @Raijinslayer!
And yea, Isshum is all about not having himself be seen as a monster lol.
And yea, Isshum is all about not having himself be seen as a monster lol.
Nabil.
“Tsk! You get in my way and expect me to surrender? I’m fighting a dumbass.”
Nabil shook off the twinge of uncertainty that drifted from the pole the marine was using. It was something to wary of but he was more pissed off that the Captain had dashed off towards Marxo. It was bothersome but at the same time, he suppose he didn’t mind kicking some low-class ass. Following the quirk of wariness, Nabil tensed his arm to hold the pole in place before taking preparatory step back.
“Atsu Atsu no Mi,” he said with a finality in his soft voice. His pulled back arm glowed red as a column of heat billowing heat extended from it. The heat that billow from became ominous as the warm air molded into medieval ax, its form enhancing his range. “Guillotine.”
It took only the length of those quick words for him to whip it through the air with intentions of bisecting the poor marine. As his arm swung horizontal in the air, the edge of his self-made Ax had become red-hot. It could cut through a sheet of metal, given a second or two of time to do so.
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@PyroDash888 Sorry about that. I have to go to work tonight but I'll get it up tomorrow morning.
Tatooine
Mako’s boot sunk in the sandy mound. The trek from Bestine had allowed him to eat and drink but now exhaustion gnawed on his bones and muscles, sleep threatened to close his eyes. He would have slept back in Bestine if not for the constant vision of his father, spooking him awake every other minute.
Just thinking of the pale apparition made him bite his inner cheek with anger. For that was all it inspired in the youth. Not fear, for he was dead and not coming back. But irritation and disappointment in himself for having such dreams. He had hated the man and now these visions, ones realer than life itself, was plaguing his sleeping hours.
He felt his lids sink and watched the sea of sand fade into darkness for a moment. When he opened them again, he stumbled onto the top of sandy hill and squinted at the oppressive suns and endless sand. Tsk! Was all that left his clenched teeth.
“Mos … Eisley. I have to get there If I want off this wretched planet. And in order to do that...” He swept the Dune Sea with his narrow glare; the blues of his eyes shivering from the whole ordeal. “I hope I have enough water and rations for this.” He let his feet inch down until he slid with all the strength of gravity pushing on his back.
His boots angled with sand texture, forcing him to correct them. When he finally reached the bottom, he could feel the full bulk of Tatooine’s two stars on him. He raised a hand overhead while yanking off his hood. Their shine made his sun-touch skin look pale in comparison.
“If I die, no one can say I didn’t try.”
Mako’s boot sunk in the sandy mound. The trek from Bestine had allowed him to eat and drink but now exhaustion gnawed on his bones and muscles, sleep threatened to close his eyes. He would have slept back in Bestine if not for the constant vision of his father, spooking him awake every other minute.
Just thinking of the pale apparition made him bite his inner cheek with anger. For that was all it inspired in the youth. Not fear, for he was dead and not coming back. But irritation and disappointment in himself for having such dreams. He had hated the man and now these visions, ones realer than life itself, was plaguing his sleeping hours.
He felt his lids sink and watched the sea of sand fade into darkness for a moment. When he opened them again, he stumbled onto the top of sandy hill and squinted at the oppressive suns and endless sand. Tsk! Was all that left his clenched teeth.
“Mos … Eisley. I have to get there If I want off this wretched planet. And in order to do that...” He swept the Dune Sea with his narrow glare; the blues of his eyes shivering from the whole ordeal. “I hope I have enough water and rations for this.” He let his feet inch down until he slid with all the strength of gravity pushing on his back.
His boots angled with sand texture, forcing him to correct them. When he finally reached the bottom, he could feel the full bulk of Tatooine’s two stars on him. He raised a hand overhead while yanking off his hood. Their shine made his sun-touch skin look pale in comparison.
“If I die, no one can say I didn’t try.”
Mako Rend
Screen Name: Renny
Name: Mako Rend
Race: Human
Faction: None
Background: Born Killua Gaks to a Dark Jedi, Mako was raised tilting towards the dark side. It didn’t take long for the young force sensitive to fall, for his father was already an abusive man. Through the will-breaking power of the force, he made the young boy follow him and his endeavors, ultimately twisting him to his whims. Mako often thought of running away but he knew that his father would find him, if not beat him for even thinking of leaving. Ontop of that, the man provided him with just about all he required. Well … the basic necessities at least.
As time moved on and the two, cloaked in varying shades of darkness, descended further into madness; Mako soon realized that his father was weakening both mentally and physically. His connection to the force was still strong but he was too reliant on it. After an attack on a political official left his father wounded and maimed, Mako took the chance to obtain his freedom. A deafening betrayal would send his father to the ground as Mako ignited the man’s lightsaber and took to rending the man’s skull in half with an unbridled rage. At the age of 19, he had found his freedom through a blood-soaked action, wondering where the dark ripples of his descent would lead him.
Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive
Items: Orange Lightsaber, Black Dusty Cloak, Gloves, Trousers, Small Rations, Vibro-Dagger
Character Personality: A rather selfish, greedy being in all reality. Mako seemingly lives for only himself, doing all that he can to make sure he lives to see another day. Rage dances at the edge of his mind, lowering his tolerance for others to a near psychotic level. He sees his only value as being a conduit for the Dark Side and is willing to do anything to satiate the anger it produces inside of him. Living is his goal, so he does odd jobs to obtain credit. Jobs that upstanding beings are less inclined to perform.
Character Alignment (Choose one): Dark Side
Sample Post:
The desert town erupted in uproar as he dashed down the street, an arm cradling a loaf of bread he had stolen moments earlier. Shouts and rocks were thrown towards him; the community was tight here. So much in fact that he felt like the entire bazaar was chasing him. Mako bit his lip and spared a glance towards his pursuers.
Not nearly as many as he felt. He returned to the path with the captured image of his foes and their surroundings. A few carts lined the streets, along with busy vendors that were working desperately to sell their wares. He chuckled weakly as reached into the always rippling well of the Dark Side. It was but a inky finger that dipped into it but it was enough.
With a gesture of his index and middle fingers, he pulled at the wooden nod of a wheeled-cart and sent it falling onto the ground. The nod popped off with the power of the force, hitting a child in the face as directed by his will. If the wailing and obstacle to their path wouldn’t stop them, than he’d just have too …
His hand fell near the concealed hilt of his father’s lightsaber. He wasn’t above slaying the innocent to live. And at this point, their greed would end up leading them to a severely shortened life. Not that he cared if they lived, just … he would prefer if attention wasn’t drawn to him.
As he turned a sharp corner with a twist of his ankle, he spotted the two humans and bulgy alien struggling to overcome the turned cart. Mako’s charming grin was smudged with the lackluster cleanliness of his face but it was still impressive nonetheless. Now all he needed to do was find a spot to hideout.
To avoid suspicion, he slowed into a busy gait, pulled the hood of his wind-worn cloak over his ashened hair, and covered his shirtless torso in the folds of his darkness. “I need to get off this planet of dirt and death. Nothing awaits me here.”
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