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SashaWindrider
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The Listener, Harbinger of Sorrow
STATUS: My mum says not only am I not allowed a trebuchet in the back, I am also not to be lauching anvils from it. 5 yrs ago
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My mum says not only am I not allowed a trebuchet in the back, I am also not to be lauching anvils from it.
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"Save the animals. Eat people" - SashaWindrider
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I have learned never to ask myself how much worse something can get, because boy can it get so much worse.
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We are not evil. We’re far from perfect, but we are good. - Sam Winchester
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"You have an inflated sense of your importance. To a thing like me, a thing like you, well... Think how you would feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky." - Death
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I currently have a roleplay running called Exodus feel free to jump in at any time.
I love sci-fi roleplays, as well as fantasy roleplays.
I am 26 and am from New Zealand. I am a meat-worker.
You can also find me on Discord. My username is SashaWindrider and my tag is #1301.
I love sci-fi roleplays, as well as fantasy roleplays.
I am 26 and am from New Zealand. I am a meat-worker.
You can also find me on Discord. My username is SashaWindrider and my tag is #1301.
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Azurael awoke with a start in a cold sweat. "Ugh, what was that? Probably last night's fish pie." Azurael said to heraelf.
"Not quite" A whisper of a male voice said.
"What!" Azurael exclaimed. "First time a voice ever answered me back."
"No child, you are my vessel, my Scion. I am Samael, one of the many personifications of Death." Samael said.
"Ah ha." Azurael said, disbelief evident.
"Look in your dresser mirror." Samael said.
Azurael followed his instructions and started when saw a wraith-like figure looking back. "Okay, now I believe you." Azurael said, elicting a chuckle from Samael.
"Go out and look for other Scions. You need to group together." Samael said.
Azurael went to the closest place she knew a lot of people would gather. The local mall.
"Not quite" A whisper of a male voice said.
"What!" Azurael exclaimed. "First time a voice ever answered me back."
"No child, you are my vessel, my Scion. I am Samael, one of the many personifications of Death." Samael said.
"Ah ha." Azurael said, disbelief evident.
"Look in your dresser mirror." Samael said.
Azurael followed his instructions and started when saw a wraith-like figure looking back. "Okay, now I believe you." Azurael said, elicting a chuckle from Samael.
"Go out and look for other Scions. You need to group together." Samael said.
Azurael went to the closest place she knew a lot of people would gather. The local mall.
Name: Azurael Winchester
Nickname:-
Age:20
Possessed by: Samael
Powers: Guide through afterlife, Death, Life.
History: Azurael finished her high school education but had no desire to pursue her education further. She ended up getting employed at a local fast food restaurant to support herself. She gets on relatively well with her mother, her father not having been in the picture since she was young.
Personality: Azurael is kind and hates seeing injustice. Her temper is very slow to rouse, but once it is roused she can be quite fearsome and unreasonable. Azurael loves to read and can be somewhat curt when interupted in the middle of one. Azurael has a great sense of humor. She can also be quite daring. Azurael has one great fear - needles.
Description and/or pic: About 5ft 7in in height, long slightly fizzy light brown hair usually done in a pony tail, green eyes. She usually wears a woollen turtleneck, black slacks, and black military style boots.
Samael -
Nickname:-
Age:20
Possessed by: Samael
Powers: Guide through afterlife, Death, Life.
History: Azurael finished her high school education but had no desire to pursue her education further. She ended up getting employed at a local fast food restaurant to support herself. She gets on relatively well with her mother, her father not having been in the picture since she was young.
Personality: Azurael is kind and hates seeing injustice. Her temper is very slow to rouse, but once it is roused she can be quite fearsome and unreasonable. Azurael loves to read and can be somewhat curt when interupted in the middle of one. Azurael has a great sense of humor. She can also be quite daring. Azurael has one great fear - needles.
Description and/or pic: About 5ft 7in in height, long slightly fizzy light brown hair usually done in a pony tail, green eyes. She usually wears a woollen turtleneck, black slacks, and black military style boots.
Samael -
You shudder, a presence surrounds you. You can't see it or feel it - but some deeply buried instinct tells you it is there. The presence bears the weight of many years. Currently it is not at it's full power. You hear one word before it rushes at you, knocking you unconscious. "Scion".
A scion bears the mind, soul, and powers of the deity which possesses him or her. A god, or maybe one of the Seelie or Unseelie, or even a dragon of myth, so long as it is sentient the being may join with a scion.
Ancient beings are awakening from myth from every culture. They are possessing people. Something is happening - a crisis of some sort approaches.
The scion and possessor both get along - they must eventually. They must co-exist in the same body.
You are a scion. You are humanities hope.
A scion bears the mind, soul, and powers of the deity which possesses him or her. A god, or maybe one of the Seelie or Unseelie, or even a dragon of myth, so long as it is sentient the being may join with a scion.
Ancient beings are awakening from myth from every culture. They are possessing people. Something is happening - a crisis of some sort approaches.
The scion and possessor both get along - they must eventually. They must co-exist in the same body.
You are a scion. You are humanities hope.
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You shudder, a presence surrounds you. You can't see it or feel it - but some deeply buried instinct tells you it is there. The presence bears the weight of many years. Currently it is not at it's full power. You hear one word before it rushes at you, knocking you unconscious. "Scion".
A scion bears the mind, soul, and powers of the deity which possesses him or her. A god, or maybe one of the Seelie or Unseelie, or even a dragon of myth, so long as it is sentient the being may join with a scion.
Ancient beings are awakening from myth from every culture. They are possessing people. Something is happening - a crisis of some sort approaches.
The scion and possessor both get along - they must eventually. They must co-exist in the same body.
You are a scion. You are humanities hope.
A scion bears the mind, soul, and powers of the deity which possesses him or her. A god, or maybe one of the Seelie or Unseelie, or even a dragon of myth, so long as it is sentient the being may join with a scion.
Ancient beings are awakening from myth from every culture. They are possessing people. Something is happening - a crisis of some sort approaches.
The scion and possessor both get along - they must eventually. They must co-exist in the same body.
You are a scion. You are humanities hope.
Yes please do.
I cant wait for the rp to get going again.
How is life for you? You were quite busy last time we rp'ed.
I cant wait for the rp to get going again.
How is life for you? You were quite busy last time we rp'ed.
Azurael unfurled her wings and in her anger and distress the feathers could be heard rattling. She may not have flown but she still had done various wing strengthening exercises. She was scared witless of flying but was ready to take off.
"Je'nai, your skill set is more valuable than you think. If you ever seek employment I would be more than happy to provide an opportunity."
With the utterance of the words Azurael raised her wings and took off, flapping hard.
"Je'nai, your skill set is more valuable than you think. If you ever seek employment I would be more than happy to provide an opportunity."
With the utterance of the words Azurael raised her wings and took off, flapping hard.
I have shifted countless times. It loses its novelty after a while. But I do enjoy setting things out in a new place. The actual packing, shifting, and unpacking are a pain.
Oh dear. I hate moving.
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