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Damn, guess we'll put a hold off on the collab then or have the Vrik & Mizat just bicker at each other.
Davd Archer vs Peace Hayder
Hazard Star vs The Sock Puppet Psycho
Unless anyone has any objections.
Hazard Star vs The Sock Puppet Psycho
Unless anyone has any objections.
I have not forsaken thee!
In other words, look a post.
Edit: Might edit the post later, not really satisfied with it.
In other words, look a post.
Edit: Might edit the post later, not really satisfied with it.
Honestly, I'd prefer if we had some comic relief. Who wants a band of stoned faced adventurers? Every party needs a jester.
She stared into the mirror, shivering as water dripped down her back and chest, bringing with it the white paint that she had soaked her chestnut hair in. Gone the white was, slowly leaving and the dull brown returning. The woman continued to wash her hair, coughing at the scent of the mixture she had prepared to strip the color, it burned as it ran down her cheeks. Quickly fresh water, cold as the night air was poured upon her head, gasping as it soothed but chilled her to the bone. Yanhua wrapped herself within blankets, drying herself as she absent minded stared through the bared window – the sun’s light barely coming over the horizon but the few rays that were alive streamed into her small room. It was nice, really, comfortable and had all that the girl could need, it was somewhat painful to think that for the next few weeks she would be confined to sleeping on the hard ground but perhaps it would not be that bad… still, she had little hope. At least nature and the sun would keep her company; even the moon shining in the tapestry of the night sky would be lovely in the expanse of the woods she’d be hiking through soon.
She began to dress, slowly, the velvet evergreen dress was pretty enough but it was painful to wear. Her dried, now dull dark brown hair was wrapped into a bun; even her bangs were swept aside with small clips. Standing there, in front of the mirror, Yanhua the sorceress who birthed fire was gone and instead stood the mundane, dull Helga Tristis. She looked like any other woman you passed in any city or town across the continent, the exotic allure of her dress and looks were gone, the power that she held seemed to be dimmed by the confines of her clothing.
“No”
Her throat was tight, rebelling against the very thought.
Yanhua packed, a few books and scrolls she had collected as well as “borrowed” from the library were carefully placed within a black bag. A pouch was tied around her waist, its contents she hoped not to use. Her precious beads she poured all she could afford into, sitting within the room atop her bed, the sunlight announcing how little time left she had. Carefully, she placed the beads within an inner pocket of her clothing.
Entering the courtyard, she watched the scene unfold with the new fellow, unable to hear their exchanged words. The woman steeled herself as she walked, for the journey and her companions’ reactions to her dramatic change of looks. She crossed her arms tight across her chest as she approached, “Good morning” she called her accent seeming to be nearly gone but voice still stood strong, much stronger than it had earlier that morning. She stood beside her horse, throwing her added pack onto it and securing it before she turned to Rayf. “May I ask what that was about?” She whispered, truly curious what had transpired before she had come. Her eyes darted between her mage company and the new fellow, “I thought it was just us…., who he is and why?” She chewed on her lips as she leaned in, a mixture of puzzlement and anger rather evident in her face.
She began to dress, slowly, the velvet evergreen dress was pretty enough but it was painful to wear. Her dried, now dull dark brown hair was wrapped into a bun; even her bangs were swept aside with small clips. Standing there, in front of the mirror, Yanhua the sorceress who birthed fire was gone and instead stood the mundane, dull Helga Tristis. She looked like any other woman you passed in any city or town across the continent, the exotic allure of her dress and looks were gone, the power that she held seemed to be dimmed by the confines of her clothing.
“No”
Her throat was tight, rebelling against the very thought.
Yanhua packed, a few books and scrolls she had collected as well as “borrowed” from the library were carefully placed within a black bag. A pouch was tied around her waist, its contents she hoped not to use. Her precious beads she poured all she could afford into, sitting within the room atop her bed, the sunlight announcing how little time left she had. Carefully, she placed the beads within an inner pocket of her clothing.
Entering the courtyard, she watched the scene unfold with the new fellow, unable to hear their exchanged words. The woman steeled herself as she walked, for the journey and her companions’ reactions to her dramatic change of looks. She crossed her arms tight across her chest as she approached, “Good morning” she called her accent seeming to be nearly gone but voice still stood strong, much stronger than it had earlier that morning. She stood beside her horse, throwing her added pack onto it and securing it before she turned to Rayf. “May I ask what that was about?” She whispered, truly curious what had transpired before she had come. Her eyes darted between her mage company and the new fellow, “I thought it was just us…., who he is and why?” She chewed on her lips as she leaned in, a mixture of puzzlement and anger rather evident in her face.
Zran said
WHY IS THE DWARF ALWAYS THE DRUNKARD!
Because stereotypes.
Also, I do not understand this orientation argument. Or why you guys are having it.... I'm glad I'm off in the underkeep.
I will never be able to take your character seriously in any way. I have mixed feelings for him and sam.
I'm ready to roll when you guys are.
Name: Sarah Goldsmith
Alias: Hazard Star
Age:Fifteen
Class: Volatile Mage - This class has no rhyme or reason, no logic seems to deduct how they make their skills or spread their stats. No two Volatile Mages are the same, the only thing this class shares is their love of destruction and tearing up the battle field in whatever twisted way their imagination lets them. They rarely, if ever, have buffs, debuffs or healing skills. They always focus on damage; however the definition of how they damage their opponents is up to them. Despite all this, they work well in groups as long as everyone is aware that their style is near suicidal in manner.
Combat Mode: Magic Ranged/Melee
Core Ability: Melt– Star is able to melt into her surroundings, becoming invisible and undetectable to even magic or technology.
Weapon: Currently not available.
Appearance:
Star is a rather average height at 5’6, she is not rail thin and does not care that she is not model material. Her hair has been bleached and dyed beyond regonition, looking like an artist splashed paint onto a canvas, streaks of this and that color sit side by side twisting up into her dark roots. She’s cut her hair to be as layered as possible, the longest strands curling around under her chin. Sitting in her round, somewhat plump face are a pair of bright blue eyes that Star takes a lot of pride in though framing them are a pair of purple glasses that she really should only wear for reading but she never seems to take them off. Her style of clothing is what some might call “tomboy”, baggy jackets and long pants over her plain t-shirs.
History:W.I.P
Catch Phrase: "Catch phrase? Those are really not my thing. Why would I want to be stuck with the same string of words attached to my name day in and out?"
Theme - Throwing Fire
Battle Theme - You're next
Skills
Name: David Archer
Alias: N/A
Age:Fourteen
Class: Nobody
Level: 0
Combat Mode: N/A
Core Ability: Reflection of The Heart – The heart is an ever changing thing, as is this ability. It reflects whatever kind of psyche the wielder has. For David, currently, it manifests itself as a shield to guard him and only him.
Weapon: N/A
Appearance:
History: David grew up in a city across the country and has only recently moved to Bridge city with his mother. The reason for the move was due to David, actually though he dislikes talking about that or anything to do with his old life and school. So far the boy doesn't like Bridge city too much, and finds the amount of non-nobodies to be…unsettling.
Catch Phrase: “Go away”
Alias: Hazard Star
Age:Fifteen
Class: Volatile Mage - This class has no rhyme or reason, no logic seems to deduct how they make their skills or spread their stats. No two Volatile Mages are the same, the only thing this class shares is their love of destruction and tearing up the battle field in whatever twisted way their imagination lets them. They rarely, if ever, have buffs, debuffs or healing skills. They always focus on damage; however the definition of how they damage their opponents is up to them. Despite all this, they work well in groups as long as everyone is aware that their style is near suicidal in manner.
Combat Mode: Magic Ranged/Melee
Core Ability: Melt– Star is able to melt into her surroundings, becoming invisible and undetectable to even magic or technology.
Weapon: Currently not available.
Appearance:
Star is a rather average height at 5’6, she is not rail thin and does not care that she is not model material. Her hair has been bleached and dyed beyond regonition, looking like an artist splashed paint onto a canvas, streaks of this and that color sit side by side twisting up into her dark roots. She’s cut her hair to be as layered as possible, the longest strands curling around under her chin. Sitting in her round, somewhat plump face are a pair of bright blue eyes that Star takes a lot of pride in though framing them are a pair of purple glasses that she really should only wear for reading but she never seems to take them off. Her style of clothing is what some might call “tomboy”, baggy jackets and long pants over her plain t-shirs.
History:W.I.P
Catch Phrase: "Catch phrase? Those are really not my thing. Why would I want to be stuck with the same string of words attached to my name day in and out?"
Theme - Throwing Fire
Battle Theme - You're next
Skills
Name: David Archer
Alias: N/A
Age:Fourteen
Class: Nobody
Level: 0
Combat Mode: N/A
Core Ability: Reflection of The Heart – The heart is an ever changing thing, as is this ability. It reflects whatever kind of psyche the wielder has. For David, currently, it manifests itself as a shield to guard him and only him.
Weapon: N/A
Appearance:
History: David grew up in a city across the country and has only recently moved to Bridge city with his mother. The reason for the move was due to David, actually though he dislikes talking about that or anything to do with his old life and school. So far the boy doesn't like Bridge city too much, and finds the amount of non-nobodies to be…unsettling.
Catch Phrase: “Go away”
Kinda redone characters.
Edit: I hate hiders.
Name: Sarah Goldsmith
Alias: Hazard Star
Age:Fifteen
Class: Volatile Mage - This class has no rhyme or reason, no logic seems to deduct how they make their skills or spread their stats. No two Volatile Mages are the same, the only thing this class shares is their love of destruction and tearing up the battle field in whatever twisted way their imagination lets them. They rarely, if ever, have buffs, debuffs or healing skills. They always focus on damage; however the definition of how they damage their opponents is up to them. Despite all this, they work well in groups as long as everyone is aware that their style is near suicidal in manner.
Combat Mode: Magic Ranged/Melee
Core Ability: Melt – Star is able to melt into her surroundings, becoming invisible and undetectable to even magic or technology.
Weapon: Currently not available.
Appearance:
Star is a rather average height at 5’6, she is not rail thin and does not care that she is not model material. Her hair has been bleached and dyed beyond regonition, looking like an artist splashed paint onto a canvas, streaks of this and that color sit side by side twisting up into her dark roots. She’s cut her hair to be as layered as possible, the longest strands curling around under her chin. Sitting in her round, somewhat plump face are a pair of bright blue eyes that Star takes a lot of pride in though framing them are a pair of purple glasses that she really should only wear for reading but she never seems to take them off. Her style of clothing is what some might call “tomboy”, baggy jackets and long pants over her plain t-shirs.
History:W.I.P
Catch Phrase: "Catch phrase? Those are really not my thing. Why would I want to be stuck with the same string of words attached to my name day in and out?"
Theme - Throwing Fire
Battle Theme - You're next
Edit: I hate hiders.
Name: Sarah Goldsmith
Alias: Hazard Star
Age:Fifteen
Class: Volatile Mage - This class has no rhyme or reason, no logic seems to deduct how they make their skills or spread their stats. No two Volatile Mages are the same, the only thing this class shares is their love of destruction and tearing up the battle field in whatever twisted way their imagination lets them. They rarely, if ever, have buffs, debuffs or healing skills. They always focus on damage; however the definition of how they damage their opponents is up to them. Despite all this, they work well in groups as long as everyone is aware that their style is near suicidal in manner.
Combat Mode: Magic Ranged/Melee
Core Ability: Melt – Star is able to melt into her surroundings, becoming invisible and undetectable to even magic or technology.
Weapon: Currently not available.
Appearance:
Star is a rather average height at 5’6, she is not rail thin and does not care that she is not model material. Her hair has been bleached and dyed beyond regonition, looking like an artist splashed paint onto a canvas, streaks of this and that color sit side by side twisting up into her dark roots. She’s cut her hair to be as layered as possible, the longest strands curling around under her chin. Sitting in her round, somewhat plump face are a pair of bright blue eyes that Star takes a lot of pride in though framing them are a pair of purple glasses that she really should only wear for reading but she never seems to take them off. Her style of clothing is what some might call “tomboy”, baggy jackets and long pants over her plain t-shirs.
History:W.I.P
Catch Phrase: "Catch phrase? Those are really not my thing. Why would I want to be stuck with the same string of words attached to my name day in and out?"
Theme - Throwing Fire
Battle Theme - You're next
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