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Dang it. Post 404?!?! Now no one is gunna find it.
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5 days ago
It's at times like this that I remember my dad's final words to me before he passed. "Careful son. I don't think the safety is on." Such wisdom.
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9 days ago
Long time ago I was young and poor but after many years of hard work I am no longer young.
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10 days ago
I prefer not to think before speaking. I like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth.
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12 days ago
When in doubt always remember the wise words of Ed. "I like buttered Toast." If you forget that then you risk getting the two shoed beating from Ralph.
Blitz found himself standing their wide eyed. His mouth frozen open. Even when given the command from Elric it felt like he was seeing things in slow motion. The crying fairies. The despair. That bitter feeling that he could feel welling up inside of his chest. He took an unsure step back, almost more of a stagger that threatened to send him crashing to the floor.
Turning away he exited the room. He had balled up his hand into a fist and was biting down on his index finger. A strange habit he sometimes did in dire times to center himself. As he crossed the way leading up to Bill he stopped at the unfamiliar taste of iron in his mouth. Pulling his hand free he frowned at the stinging pain and the trickles of blood from where he had bit too hard.
The large drake sensed his owner's distress and slightly opened its wing allowing Blitz a safe warm spot beside his breast if he wishes. A sad smile crossed the fairies' lips. He would love nothing more than to hide away forever. There was no pain when one was alone. Even as he found himself longing for it the mental image of the queen fading into golden dust shook him free.
He swallowed as he steadied himself and leaped onto Bill's back and channeled some of his magic into the saddle causing it to expand and grow so that more fairies could fit onto Bill's back. Turning back towards the doorway he had just left he noticed Magnolia and Caelum.
"Hey!" He hollered waving his still bleeding hand.
"Over here! We will take this ride to save our energy!!"
Name: Alexander Huether Age: 839 Pronouns: He/ Him / It / They Hunter Type: Monstrous Look: Pale skin. Bald. Tall and lanky. Ocean blue eyes. Ratings: Charm-1, Cool-1, Sharp=0, Tough+2, Weird+3
(Hunter-Specific Unique Details):
Monstrous special: When you spend a point of Luck, your monster side gains power: your Curse may become stronger, or another Breed disadvantage may manifest.
Monster breed: ??? ((The Keeper Knows))
Curses: Must feast upon flesh and blood Human or monster. Vulnerable to fire. Purely driven by Hate.
Natural Attacks:
Claws/Bone spikes:(2-harm hand) Acidic blood spit:2-harm close messy)
Moves:
Immortal- do not age or sicken, and whenever you suffer harm, you suffer 1-harm less. Unholy Strength-Roll +Weird instead of +Tough when you kick some ass.
Gear: Nothing
Reason for being in Stone's Throw: Tracking an elusive foe. Headed into the town to try and gather information on any strange disappearances or bizarre recent murders.
Name: Alexander Huether Age: 839 Pronouns: He/ Him / It / They Hunter Type: Monstrous Look: Pale skin. Bald. Tall and lanky. Ocean blue eyes. Ratings: Charm-1, Cool-1, Sharp=0, Tough+2, Weird+3
(Hunter-Specific Unique Details):
Monstrous special: When you spend a point of Luck, your monster side gains power: your Curse may become stronger, or another Breed disadvantage may manifest.
Monster breed: ??? ((The Keeper Knows))
Curses: Must feast upon flesh and blood Human or monster. Vulnerable to fire. Purely driven by Hate.
Natural Attacks:
Claws/Bone spikes:(2-harm hand) Acidic blood spit:2-harm close messy)
Moves:
Immortal- do not age or sicken, and whenever you suffer harm, you suffer 1-harm less. Unholy Strength-Roll +Weird instead of +Tough when you kick some ass.
Today is going to be super busy for me but hopefully I’ll be able to get something out sometime later tonight. I’d enjoy the monstrous but I perfectly fine picking whatever if someone gets there CS done for it before me.