If thats the case... who should I make? Sunless, Cocoon or Director... or someone completely unrelated to SOUL... Cocoon would be good, but it would require your permission, @Suku since he is a Level 5 that doesn't exist on Academy City records.
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Imagine using the status bar to post about your personal life, instead of using it to drop bad memes on people. Couldn't be me.
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Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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James was confused why he got so much hostility. Wait, what was he even doing and why was Li staring at him. Most importantly, where the fuck did edge go? All these questions raced through James's mind as he came back to his senses, and slowly dawned upon him that it had happened again.
"Wait, so, um... Has anyone fought undead before because... I haven't, and I kinda don't now what to do about them." he said, looking rather sheepish in the face of these people giving rather offensive looks. What did he say to offend them. Wait, more importantly, what did he even SAY. He couldn't remember, oddly. All he could remember was that he arrived, introduced himself and then there was nothing.
"Also, uh, where did the odd looking guy who was an apparent Hellsing go?"
"Don't. Go. To. The. Crypt."
What the fuck? Was someone playing a joke using magic because it really wasn't funny. The voice... It was dark, old and weary. The crypt? Did it mean the one in Paris. He hit himself on the head, slightly concerned about whet just happened. There was a rippling blue gate there, which he could only assume on be the Layline gate.
"S-so we go through that, right?" he asked,walking towards it and stepping through. What came next could not be explained with any amount of words, but needless yo say it was a trip and a half. Arriving, he stepped through the wooden door and immediately saw Edge. He smelt the godawful smell of whatever it was and looked away, shielding his nose from it.
"Maaan did this place really have to be the first location?" James groaned, slowly recovering from the stench. Then he stayed, waiting for the others to come through.
"Wait, so, um... Has anyone fought undead before because... I haven't, and I kinda don't now what to do about them." he said, looking rather sheepish in the face of these people giving rather offensive looks. What did he say to offend them. Wait, more importantly, what did he even SAY. He couldn't remember, oddly. All he could remember was that he arrived, introduced himself and then there was nothing.
"Also, uh, where did the odd looking guy who was an apparent Hellsing go?"
"Don't. Go. To. The. Crypt."
What the fuck? Was someone playing a joke using magic because it really wasn't funny. The voice... It was dark, old and weary. The crypt? Did it mean the one in Paris. He hit himself on the head, slightly concerned about whet just happened. There was a rippling blue gate there, which he could only assume on be the Layline gate.
"S-so we go through that, right?" he asked,walking towards it and stepping through. What came next could not be explained with any amount of words, but needless yo say it was a trip and a half. Arriving, he stepped through the wooden door and immediately saw Edge. He smelt the godawful smell of whatever it was and looked away, shielding his nose from it.
"Maaan did this place really have to be the first location?" James groaned, slowly recovering from the stench. Then he stayed, waiting for the others to come through.
If this is still open, I will make a CS either today or tomorrow... I was thinking either the Jack or king of hearts.
@Vocab Yeah, I was trying to suggest he didn't like your characters attitude.
That's what I thought. I don't know what everyone has against him all of a sudden xD
Does anyone know who Edge was talking to when it said "offender"? I'm kinda stumped and think it might be me.
It does on mine. It's in a hider, if that's the reason.
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Name: James Michaels
Age: 17
Personality: James is the shyer one of the group. He isn't social with people he isn't friends with, but can somewhat warm up to someone if they ive him a chance. He likes to read, and is a bit of a nerd but still manages to fit in with the group to some degree. On a bad day he can be quite, seem very depressed and acts without thinking. On a good day he is vocal, speaks from the heart and is mostly true to what he says, but with some slip ups here and there for a laugh.
Bio: James grew up in a pretty shitty neighbourhood, full of idiots who thought they were better than everyone else. Since primary (elementary? What?) he was bullied for his likes and nature, to a point where it seemed like the world was against him. On his 12th birthday he was beaten by a particular group from the area and had most of his possessions stolen, including most of his money. A couple weeks later he tried to kill himself, but failed because he left little pieces of information around which came together to give the exact place and time he would try. Of course he didn't want to die, but to him it was the only way to escape the brutal cycle that followed home everywhere. A couple years after moving away he became bullied again,this time because of his past and ordeal. A year after that, he tried to run away from home, but was stopped for the same reason he couldn't commit suicide. After this, he and his family moved away and he transferred into the current school. He became somewhat respected for his past and found that he managed to fit in with others. He still undergoes help from a psychiatrist and regularly attends support groups. (Every Monday, Wednesday and Sunday.)
Name: James Michaels
Age: 17
Personality: James is the shyer one of the group. He isn't social with people he isn't friends with, but can somewhat warm up to someone if they ive him a chance. He likes to read, and is a bit of a nerd but still manages to fit in with the group to some degree. On a bad day he can be quite, seem very depressed and acts without thinking. On a good day he is vocal, speaks from the heart and is mostly true to what he says, but with some slip ups here and there for a laugh.
Bio: James grew up in a pretty shitty neighbourhood, full of idiots who thought they were better than everyone else. Since primary (elementary? What?) he was bullied for his likes and nature, to a point where it seemed like the world was against him. On his 12th birthday he was beaten by a particular group from the area and had most of his possessions stolen, including most of his money. A couple weeks later he tried to kill himself, but failed because he left little pieces of information around which came together to give the exact place and time he would try. Of course he didn't want to die, but to him it was the only way to escape the brutal cycle that followed home everywhere. A couple years after moving away he became bullied again,this time because of his past and ordeal. A year after that, he tried to run away from home, but was stopped for the same reason he couldn't commit suicide. After this, he and his family moved away and he transferred into the current school. He became somewhat respected for his past and found that he managed to fit in with others. He still undergoes help from a psychiatrist and regularly attends support groups. (Every Monday, Wednesday and Sunday.)
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The Flying Spaghetti Monster in the sky is please by this
*looks up at the sky*
HOLY SWEET MERCIFUL BUDDHA CTHULU MY LORD AND SAVIOUR YOU HAE RETURNED!
Got it. Didn't realise we had a Jackson. Easy fix though ^_^
Edit: I seem to really like the name James. This is like the 3/4 character Ive called it. XD
Edit 2: Done the image
Edit: I seem to really like the name James. This is like the 3/4 character Ive called it. XD
Edit 2: Done the image
An armour clad male had nodded in his direction, which seemed kind of strange - though the guy did seem a little outnumbered by the amount of women around him. The mission was debriefed and it actually seemed fun. Clearing a tomb of zombies? What's not to love! Especially since it was a tomb, so his power would be so much more effective. Plus it would be an interesting twist if the zombies were being controlled by witch. Having something new to kill AND the thing he specialised one? Things just kept getting better.
"So I don't know what you people do, and I don't really care. Just leave enough shadow for me to use and you lot can do whatever you bloody want." he looked down at the Hellsing's pistols, "Your the Hellsing right? I'm assuming you want to be at the front, but by your face you really don't wanna be leading. I can cover you for a while, but if we make too much light I'm basically useless." he said, almost taking a military leader type role. He looked the others over.
"As for the rest of you. I don't know what your good at and aim not in charge, but don't get in our way because you will likely end up dead. Got that?" he said in the direction of the others. Being part of a powerful family meant you sometimes needed to take the position of whatever was available. Time to make history!
"So I don't know what you people do, and I don't really care. Just leave enough shadow for me to use and you lot can do whatever you bloody want." he looked down at the Hellsing's pistols, "Your the Hellsing right? I'm assuming you want to be at the front, but by your face you really don't wanna be leading. I can cover you for a while, but if we make too much light I'm basically useless." he said, almost taking a military leader type role. He looked the others over.
"As for the rest of you. I don't know what your good at and aim not in charge, but don't get in our way because you will likely end up dead. Got that?" he said in the direction of the others. Being part of a powerful family meant you sometimes needed to take the position of whatever was available. Time to make history!
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