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thewizardguy said
((Angel?))

((Sorry, She acts like angel so I dun goofed. I meant noafire.

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thewizardguy said
((Checked your CS. There is no metion made of teleportation in her powers. Furthermore, to teleport the papers, you would need to know the location of papers, unless you can summon objectss from anywhere in the world without even knowing of their existence. In fact, how does a child even know about the legal documents required for adoption in the first place? I still call bullshit.))

((And I agree, but to be honest don't remove angel from the story if you can help it. HEr going though that process would sorta force her to make a new char to keep up with the story.))

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thewizardguy said
"Young children also wish to stick their fingers into electrical sockets, or to run across roads without watching for cars. Surely you are not suggesting that we trust the childn't judgement in this matter above that of the government? This elf is obviously a heavy drinker, involved with assassins, and has no regard for the law. Whereas I do not feign to be a child psychologist, I cannot imagine that to be a healthy environment for a child to gow up in."

"A. I am not a heavy drinker, it's bad for my hearts. B. All mages are targets of assassins. C. When have I broken the law? Other than the window, that was an accident...." He says.

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thewizardguy said
The moment Jake feels his blood being spilled, he disappears, preventing the weapon from sinking into his skin. He reappears on the other side of the room, as he gestures, and a single bullet rips through the assassin's knee, leaving him incapacitated, as he is instantly bound by chains, and his legs become covered in liquid cement, which soon solidifies. "Tsk. An assassin? What fantastic timing." Jake gives the elf a wary glance. The guise of a healer was not very well upheld, and Jake doubted not for a moment that this was a man of action, based on his reaction speed and accuracy.

The elf walks forward and slaps the man.
"This is the second time your little group tried to kill me. Come on man give up!" He says, as he heals the man's knee in a semi-painful way. The man starts crying a bit as he is healed.

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FoxFireOfDawn said
Clothes: You can see the hoodie in the photo. Basic black pants to go with it and matching boots to go with it.Name: Xavier Velveteer Nickname: XabiSex: MaleRace: Human, but has a bit of dragonkin blood in him. Plus, he's cursed.Powers: Xavier has more of a uncommon range of powers, so to say. He nicknames the whole thing 'Grim Reaper's Death'. You shall soon know why.Sickening Looks - Xavier gains the ability to see people's organs and the condition they're in. This proves useful in killings. Mostly because he can see mostly what caused the death and track the person who did it down by their abilities.Countdown - He can see how long it is till someone dies by a black ring around their neck. If it's thick, then they're close to dying, so if it's thin, they're not going to die soon. This is mostly based on over aging deaths, so murders could still happen and he wouldn't know.Death-blade - This simply summons his scythe that he specially made to suit his own purposes. It has a cursed tip, but it doesn't affect him if it hits him.Dragons' Calling - He rarely uses this as it's a part of his dragonkin blood. It summons a dragon of death named Guiomar, mostly unknown to those who don't wander into dragon lore. It causes devastating damage to it's enemy and surroundings, so it weakens him a lot when he uses it.Backstory: When he was younger, Xavier was always traveling around with his family. They never told him why, they just did. It seemed they were running away from something. He was younger then, though, so he wasn't bothered by this. It only got bad when 'that day' arrived. Xavier had been outside, playing with some other kids in the area. He didn't call them friends, just acquaintances. He had arrived home to find standing over his mother and father who were dead on the floor. Their corpses were tangled up, no longer looking human in the slightest. "Ah, you must be their lovely child. Hm? Wondering why your parents are dead? They didn't pay a loan back, sweetie. But I wont kill you, you haven't done anything wrong. I'll just curse you! That's right..." She had said to him, before touching his head, then everything went black after that. Now, he lives his life alone.Age: 22Theme song:

....Cooooooooollllll and accepted.

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thewizardguy said
The mug disappears before reaching Jake, never hitting anything. He then looks at him squarely. "Was that a threat? You just used a potentially lethal weapon, sir. Do not make me doubt your 'good intentions' by attempting murder. Such violence is not the act of any form of healer, but of an aggressive youngster, who cannot take it when he is denied his wish. Spare yourself the embarrasment of continuing this, elf. I shall bring the child to the government, check for her legal guardian, and if there is none, place her in custody of an orphanage."

((And as an fyi it went past him to right behind him.))

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thewizardguy said
The mug disappears before reaching Jake, never hitting anything. He then looks at him squarely. "Was that a threat? You just used a potentially lethal weapon, sir. Do not make me doubt your 'good intentions' by attempting murder. Such violence is not the act of any form of healer, but of an aggressive youngster, who cannot take it when he is denied his wish. Spare yourself the embarrasment of continuing this, elf. I shall bring the child to the government, check for her legal guardian, and if there is none, place her in custody of an orphanage."

He feels someone stab into his shoulder, and Burt curl up his arms and fires them at the man's attacker knocking her though a window.
"Assassin!" He roars as he leaps forward.

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thewizardguy said
As the child grows heavier, she simply disappears, reappearing in a cage hanging from the top of the wall. "Do not use magic to take the child from me, elf, unless you wish to start a fight. Using magic near me can easily be seen as attack, and none would question it if I killed you in self defense. This is a plain threat, my friend. Do not attempt to abuse your powers so again." Jake sighed, as his anger abated slightly. "I will send the child to a good orphanage of course. But I will not entrust it to an elf who mere moments ago attempted to kidnap her. Unless you can provide proof of your valiant intentions, I am afraid I must leave you out of this affair."

Burt smiles.
"I have been going around for 250 years doing good, healing the sick and disabled to prime health. I am a traveling healer, and so far I have been looking for someone to continue on this trend after I am gone...because no one lives for ever. I simply wanted to make sure she ended up at a safe pla-" He starts to say before he rapidly puts a large mug into his nose and fire it out at high speeds, it shattering on something right behind Jake. A loud thud can be heard behind him a second afterwards.
"Nasal cannon...never fails or misses." He says with a grin.

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thewizardguy said
Jake made a gesture, and Marie was suddenly wrapped tightly in a bundle, Jack walked over, and picked her up, preventing her from fleeing or unwrapping herself carefully. "Silence. I know you're smarter than your age would make most think, dragon-kin. Now I have influence with the government here, and I will decide which orphanage you arrive at. Stay silent, and it shall be a pleasant one, with food and care in plentiful supply."

He feels her grow heavy, as if she were made of lead. Soon he drops her into the stretched out arms of Burt, who pulls her back.
"You talk a big talk, but you would send her off to those horrible orphanages. I mean I have seen many a poor child harmed in those places......I wish to make sure as many get good homes as possible." He says, looking a bit cross.

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Tyki said
"not really" ysmir replys honestly "it's just that i've never known an elf besides myself to shut up..."

"I have learn talk is silver, silence is golden, and a good ale is priceless." He says with a snort riddled chuckle.