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cdn.discordapp.com/attachme… literally me irl rn
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Yoooooooooooooooooo Cardcaptor Sakura is lit
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If you make the mistake to judge a man by his race you go through life with egg on your face.
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@Gisk Hmmm I'd like to start my own gang. We'd be an anarchy where all the members have equal say.


Mmm, my thinking is that due to how combat works it's beneficial to party up. Would anyone be interested in starting a gang with my character?

Name: Roger Romero
Alias: Destructo
Appearance: I'll find one later.
Style: Tough
Weapon(s): Baseball bat + explosives.
Special Abilities: Is skilled with pyrotechnics. Can create and safely use grenades, molotovs, smoke bombs, etc. By default carries 3-4 baseballs with explosives hidden inside of them, keeps more in his ice cream truck. Seeks to claim the power of the Oni for himself.
Mammon looked out the window and spotted the horse girl lingering outside. "Gimme a sec." He said, putting the glass of water down on a coaster and pulling himself up. The front door opened.

"Margaret, get inside. You'll attract the people trying to murder us." He said, though secretly he didn't want her to get eaten by a wolf or something.
"Um, thanks, but I'm not particularly hungry right now." He said, having killed and eaten a bear a few hours ago. He was a little bewildered with the vampire woman's hospitality. He took a seat on the couch, sipping the water. "Did you have assassins after you as well?" He asked Vampora.
Mmm I think we keep ninjaing each other. I'm gonna go to work soonish so my posts might slow down a bit.
"I'm going." Mamon shrugged, following Vampora. He didn't care much if the others went with him or not. He wanted his mother to take her rightful place on the throne, and more importantly, get revenge on the man who had tried to kill him.

"That's quite the garden, but I'm afraid I'm mostly a carnivore." Mammon said, kneeling slightly to look at the plants.
"Relax. She's another noble." Mammon said, resting a hand on Margaret's horse back. "Look, she has some oats. You like oats, right? And I'll finally be able to take a bath." Mammon said. He paused for a moment. "Were you just carrying those around while hunting?" He asked.


Mammon quickened his pace just a little, drawing close to Margartet. "Don't look, but someone is following us." Then Vampora fell, and quick as a whip he raised his hand, forming it into a massive blade. Then, he gazed down at her.

"Oh, it's you." He said, the blade forming back into a hand. He had met Vampora before, but didn't know her very well. "I thought it was another assassin. Are you just a stalker?" He asked, shaping himself into his default form. He was still tall, but with paler skin, his black hair messy in a cute way. His body was lean, but covered in lean, sleek muscle. He kneeled down beside her, offering to help her up as he gazed down at her with his ruby-red eyes.


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