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    1. Spawnling 12 yrs ago

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Well that's just silly.

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@Raijinslayer

Well, work with what you got.
@Crimmy

Your post saved my buns, I totally misread the previous post and thought we were already there. Then I read yours and was like "Oh sh*t, gotta fix!"

Thanks for that!

WE'RE GOOD PEOPLE, EVERYTHING'S FINE NOW! JUST A SLEEP DEPRIVED GRAVEYARD SHIFT DUDE MAKING SILLY MISTAKES!
Victor adjusted the black leather gloves, smirking at how stereotypical he had to look to the others. Black suit, red tie, leather gloves, a silenced pistol at his hip and several long thin knives strapped beneath his jacket. A textbook description of a hitman if there ever was one. The only oddity was the black surgical mask he put on. It was less to hide his identity and more to keep blood from getting into his mouth. Before the procurement of the special mask, he had made do with handkerchiefs, torn clothing, anything at hand really. Inevitably, he ended up ordering the special mask. It prevented fluids from passing through at all, completely liquid proof. It formed to his face better as well, and even had small one way vents to make sure he didn't fog up his glasses.

Best hundred bucks he ever spent. The German glanced at Bloodhound, Khan, and Deuce, shooting his cuffs out with a final glance at his ammo in the gun as he holstered it. Noisy thing, though useful in a pinch. He didn't like this guns blazing approach, but best to look at it as a team building exercise. Plus he could see the others in action and get a better feel for their abilities. A slow breath in, hold...out. The calm before the storm. Arzt was calm. And soon, they would be a storm.

"I am ready ven you are."
@Raijinslayer

No, for a couple reasons.

A) It hasn't necessarily been ignored, just not mentioned. It's up to the players to choose what they want to affect their character, and while Ian may be an incubus, so far he's interacted with people who already know him (and thus would be used to his aura or even immune to it after having endured it repeatedly) are not interested in men (in which case it'd be a very small feeling of thinking Ian is attractive on an objective level but not their own) and what equates to a teen/child (Mulivon is 16). I won't force someone to feel attraction towards Ian if they don't think it suits their character.

B) It's too close to a level of violence that doesn't work with this RP, which is something I keep steering everyone away from in this RP. Him becoming animal-like and violent due to demonic tendencies simply doesn't fit the setting or genre of this RP.

C) Far too much control over other people's characters with the nightmare miasma and aphrodisiac fangs. Again, this just isn't that type of RP.

However, I am a benevolent GM, and can see that you're excited about this. So I will say what you could do is, instead of it being a violent, animalistic hunger, he becomes more emotionally detached from the concept of romance and sexual closeness. What this means is he becomes lustful and focused on one thing, the energy from sexual acts, and treats his partner more like meat or a sex toy. Emotionally, this would be devastating to someone close to Ian, and Ian himself may feel terrible about it, but can't stop or resist, to an extent. He could end up cheating on them. As long as it doesn't get graphic *which I don't think I need to worry about* that would be more suited to this RP.

OKAY, So the headcount told me that several of our roster have left or gone AWOL, which I expected to be honest, hence the large starting group, so I'm just gonna go ahead and do this.

The following people are still, to my knowledge, involved in the RP:
@lydyn
@shivershiver
@Satsuki
@Raijinslayer
@TearfulResonant
@onenote
@Obscene Symphony
@Sanbe
@sheeplon
@Sana
@Shiinen
@Pyromania99

If you aren't listed, but are involved, this is your last chance to tell me. If I haven't heard from them by the time I post next *roughly a day from now*, anyone NOT on that list will be considered dropped and out of the running. If you ARE listed, but haven't posted, can't think of anything, or have real life to deal with, DON'T WORRY. I'm not gonna drop you. I know a couple of you have mentioned you have things to take care of, never fear. And as I said, I will help anyone who needs help coming up with a post, just ask. I will also be doing a time skip in a bit, since I think we've basically drained the week. No rush on any interactions that are currently happening though, feel free to finish those up and take your time on them if needed.

We will be jumping to early October and the first town event will start winding up. Taking bets on what it could be now.

EDIT: Also, I adore Werner's reaction to everything.
I don't even know what's going on anymore with you people.
August watched Maxwell carefully as he spoke. He was holding back, something was running around his head. But she couldn't place it. Melancholy? He'd hardly be the first person to experience that, especially in the teen years. It wasn't the self loathing she saw in Jackson, it wasn't the alien disconnect in Orion. This was something else. She couldn't place it though. Her eyes flicked to his clothing, tempted to reach out and touch it, if only to satisfy her curiosity, when he suddenly stood up.

“Hey, August, do you hate your power? Are you scared of it? Because I am. How could I not be? I don’t even know where it comes from, or what it is. Is this its limit? Or is it going to get stronger. Am I going to lose control? And what happens if I do?”

The redhead blinked for a moment, locking eyes with the boy.

"Sorry, I guess I'm not that reliable after all,”

She opened her mouth to respond, but was silenced by Jackson breaking the surface of the water. She watched Maxwell move to the boy's side. Standing up, August hesitated, still staring at the water, before taking a few steps towards Jackson after he finished his story. She stayed out of arms reach though, green eyes still jumping to the lake's surface as she spoke to the boy, mind already racing with the facts he had given. The missing teen was there, Maxwell was taking care of him. The kitsune was drugged by Mary, who...didn't pass out from a drug that knocked out a spiritual being. The girl must have some crazy tolerance, which made sense really.

"Strip. You'll freeze faster if you keep the clothes on, we need to get you warm."

August herself would've given him something dry, but she had worn quite literally nothing but a bra under her long sleeve, and she wasn't about to show everything off for a group she had just met that day. The others may have been comfortable in their bodies, but the redhead preferred a bit of mystery. She paced a bit, still avoiding coming down the shore of the lake while her eyes darted about for the others to breach. She wanted to see this Kitsune. She wanted to see a tangible spirit being, see what it looked like, how it talked, acted. A part of her wanted to see what she could glean from it's emotions as well. Probably a stupidly dangerous concept, but the pull was there.
@Shiinen

Accepted
Possibly. Though, I've been kinda stressed by real life stuff lately, but hopefully that should be done now. Maybe that'll be enough for me to come up with something.


Real life obviously takes priority, but if you need help or anything, feel free to ask, I'll happily work with you if you need a little boost to get the juices going again.

I hope everything works out though, stress is never fun.

EDIT: DAMMIT I just double posted unintentionally STUPID MOUSE AND INTERNET!
Name: Isis of Clan Cocytus

Age: 138

Gender: F

Race: Snow Woman [ Yuki-Onna]

Appearance: The irises of the eye are ice blue, her lips are white and she has long, pointed nails that are white in colour.
Isis

Job: Owns an ice cream stall.

Personality: Cold, callous and calculating. Isis has the personality of a block of ice. She seems to have trouble understanding what human empathy is. Her humor is non-existent and becomes confused when one attempts to banter with her.

Background: Isis is a mysterious figure whom has hidden intent that no one knows of. She speaks vaguely and in small sentences and phrases. She has no known family or friends living in the mythical town. Her voice is piercing and frosty, yet bland at the same time. Her history is shrouded in mystery and the townspeople who encounter her make up rumors about her so that she does not seem so unknown to them. However, all of these rumors are false and serve as no more than pathetic attempts to try and create a persona for her. She rarely comes out in the day due to the heat of the sun and plays her part in making it snow in the Myth Town.


Accepted, go ahead and place her in the Character Tab and feel free to post.
@Sana

Can you flesh the personality out some more? Three adjectives isn't enough. I like the concept though.
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