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My Name is Shadow Daedalus, but I will accept pretty much any diminutive form you can come up with. I am active in the GMT Timezone, and I mention this to help coordinate posting times with others.

I like to RP things with fighting and grit, but chilled out RPs are good too. I'm a little out of practice, so my writing style falls anywhere between Low-Casual and High-Casual.

Wide range of tastes, like Sci-fi, Modern, Fantasy and Historical. This also includes a diverse range of Fandom content, especially Games and Anime.

I don't usually play more that three characters at a time, and I'm more comfortable as a male character, but I might try to expand more in the future, you'll have to wait and see...

Not very interesting, so feel free to ask me questions :D

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I'm interested, the one I'm in is dying before my eyes and It's a little depressing. I'm not caught up with s4, is that a problem?


Interactions: Holy Templar @Ashevelendar


5AM wasn't an unusual time for Kyras to be awake, nor was his perch atop one of the many rooftops of the building that constituted the fear Mage Prison known as the Citadel. From behind his steel mask, he watched the night pass in peaceful solitude, uncaring of the happens below him until a series of flashes caught his attention from the courtyard below him. He look towards the place that they came from, to see the silhouette of man with a small mirror in one hand and a piece of glass in the other. Using the glass to magnify the natural moonlight and reflecting it off of the mirror, the figure used the flashes of light to call the assassin over to him.

Pushing himself onto his feet, the assassin known as the Steel Hawk secured his unique longbow onto his back, adjusting the quiver at his hip shortly after before placing his hand on the precipice of the rooftop and swinging his weight over the ledge. With a quick glance below him, he released his grip to fall onto the stone wall of the small balcony below. Taking a few short steps, he leapt from the balcony, parallel to the wall of the building. Tossing a barbed hook as he fell, the grappling line secure itself to a barred window for long enough for him to swing across to another adjacent roof, this time several stories closer the ground. Shaking the hook free of its anchoring point, he took off running again as he got closer to the man that had summoned him. With one last leap, he landed on low, slanted roof and used his momentum to slide towards the edge, pushing himself off and landing with a quiet thud.

Standing up straight, Kyras recognised the gaudy golden armour of the Holy Templar standing in front of him and his eyes narrowed in distaste. His scrutinising gaze passed to the man's face and he recoiled by a tiny amount, as if the look had struck him physically. Nonetheless, He recovered quickly and put up a stoic facade as he addressed the assassin.

"Assassin, His Holiness Gregory Ascended Templar Markovic requested your presence in his office. I've been tasked with collecting you and escorting you to him. Conduct yourself in an appropriate manner, and we'll be on our way."

A small scowl made its way onto his face as the Templar spoke, the man's holier-than-thou attitude quickly worming its way onto Kyras' list of distastes, but he held an even, if not cold, tone as he replied.

"Let's go then, I'd rather not stand here wasting time."

The Templar merely grunted in response as he began to walk away, Kyras turning to follow. As he drew closer to the tower holding the Ascended Templar's office, he took a second to watch the congregation of golden-armoured Holy Templars that were ever-present at its base. Some of the younger ones glared back with open hostility, and the older, wiser ones barely gave him a passing glance, used to his presence despite his reputation. His dark grey eyes soon turned to other arrivals to the tower, no doubt by request of the Ascended Templar as well.

It was with great interest that they took in the sight of the Magi, muzzled and chained to ensure their obedience. Just what was he being called in for? Kyras had a distinct feeling that this contract was going to be... interesting. But as long as he gets his pay, he didn't really care what the job was, provided he got through it alive...
@1Charak2 Best of luck to ya
@Eklispe If you post an IC, maybe we can get @CadenGallic to move us on
@Eklispe@Sho Minazuki@CadenGallic@Polaris North

Is anyone still knocking around for this RP? I really don't want to let it die off yet
@vancexentan I've been everywhere but online, so I haven't had time to really respond. I barely had time to push out my IC, but I appreciated the gesture
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Interacting with: Taka, Assassin (Jack) @1Charak2


As Taka finished her spell, James became aware of a unusual drain within his magic circuits, but only as he felt it slowly close as if plugging itself. As she explained that she had removed a curse she had placed on him, his mind began to process her words. She mentioned removing a curse at the same time as the drain disappeared, and he had noticed his Mana levels were much lower than they should have been during the confrontation with the Hassan-incarnation of Assassin. By his best guess, it was a counter-magic curse she had placed on him at some point around their first fight. While not completely effective against non-magi or unconventional ones like himself, it would be a devastating weapon against other Magi.

A weapon they would be able to use together, it seemed, as she extended her invitation to an alliance.

"An Alliance. That's something I can agree to."

As she continued, he didn't respond verbally and instead just nodded his head. He started walking in the direction of his safehouse, but not the one he had spent the night before at, brushing off his servant's mental questioning with a few concise answers. In truth, he had three safehouses scattered around Fuyuki, and another just outside of the area. They were old properties of his mentor, but after she had disappeared he had decided to make the best use he could out of them. It didn't take long for the Magi pair and their respective partners to reach it, hidden in plain sight in the suburbs.

It was a fairly nondescript two bedroom house with an attached garage, its dull white walls fading into the sea of monotony surrounding it. Unlocking the front door, he took a second to take in the view before he stepped into the hallway, allowing his newly minted ally to follow him. The first door on the right was a fairly large living room, with enough space to comfortably fit two black armchairs and a matching 3-person sofa with a glass coffee table between them. Directly across from them was a large TV on a metal and glass TV cabinet with a DVD Player and games console all stacked on different shelves. There was a modern kitchen attached at the far end, a wooden table with 6 chairs sitting comfortably to the side of the black marble worktops.

Off to the left side of the hall was a set of stairs, leading up to the first floor which held the bedrooms and one of the building's bathrooms, the other being further down the hall on the left. At the very end was another door to the kitchen, and directly to the side was the door leading into the small attached garage. To the uninformed, it seemed like a pretty normal house, a little too big for one man to live in alone, but otherwise ordinary.

Stepping into the living room, James smoothly removed his coat and tossed into onto one of the arm chairs, revealing himself to be wearing a slim grey shirt with a black tie and waistcoat over black slacks and low-profile boots. His pistol was still holstered to his chest as he went over and leaned against the threshold of the kitchen.

"Do you want something to drink, or is there something that you need to pick up from your... place first?"

@Kyrisse Indeed
@Kyrisse That smile is... unnerving O_O
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