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Current A scantron exam, but the answer is always C. Just C. Always C. Not a single A, B, D, or E. All answers are C. The statistical improbability is diabolical!
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6 days ago
By default the Jimmy Buffet Bard is on a quest for a Salt Shaker after losing it after a black-out night of booze, sponge cake, carousing, and women with his only hint tattooed on his chest...
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7 days ago
I'm not a doctor but I do play one in RP. Got an itch to scratch? Try Hyrdocortisone 1% with aloe, vitamin E, and medicated Zinc oxide plus calamine cream..
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14 days ago
Where else would you keep a diamond-powered tactical ASSAULT super suit?
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14 days ago
Arnold Schwarzenegger stores his Mr. Freeze power suit in a salt mine so youll never catch him asking: "Honey, where is my super suit?"
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Well I guess I've been assigned to review character bios and help make the calls on them.


Any criticism is encouraged :)


While this is a nicely developed application, it seems a bit out of place given the nature of this thread. It isn't quite a supernatural-free-for-all, and while I suppose demons and magic may or may not exist for the sake of keeping the continuity of supernatural weirdness (or they may have had existed long ago and died out). It would be difficult to integrate someone that is openly classified as a demon into a world designed without them.

That being said, we have come the conclusion that a minor edit will work to make this/these unique character(s) fit in a bit more. The first being that Rin is not a demon, but rather a vampire, plain and simple, originating from one of the lineages found on the first page. I believe we have a class of "Psychic Vampires" which would fit her abilities.

That being said, if we gave Rin the ability of her possession a form of psychic melding or something of the quasi-nature. She would be a vampire that could control minds of others by metaphysically having her consciousness invade another being. Perhaps by a vampire bite or within a certain range, but this requires her to leave her original body to dine/feast upon the memories and "psychic energies" of her target.

Now the awkward part is when her body was accidentally destroyed and she became somewhat trapped within Roman. Thus she was unable to return, but now may let her astral self wander from Roman, using him as the host as she can't quite kill him since she'd have nowhere to go without him?

Anyways, these are merely suggestions, which may help incorporate the character into this world a bit more adequately than were it stands. Do you think we can incorporate these changes into the design of the character or is Rin to be a demon in this vampire thread which seems a bit out of place?

@The Grey Dust, I am sorry, but I can't see a way to justify you having a dragon shift form.

I'm going to look over your CS more tomorrow.


I think you are trying to balance things a bit too much. Although you should realize turning into a dragon does make him a bigger target for silver weapons. More importantly you were fine with this last time, thus I wonder why you have decided otherwise this time. I think I recall using this form exactly Zero times during all Compacts we had. Therefore it's there in the backpacker once again.
Vampire template:

Name: Lord Bedivere of Sinews

Age: 1548

Appearance(s):









When you were turned: At the fall of Camelot.

Weapons:

Though he has amassed a few weapons collected throughout the years: a variety of swords and ranged weaponry. Although he prefers not to use them as they are far, far to precious to use in combat. Instead he prefers to use the legendary longsword which had long since been corrupted: Excalibur. In times past, it was rumored to have blinded the enemies of the king with light as it was drawn, but now it blinds the enemies of the vampire by extinguishing light around it by emanating a thick darkness from its blade. It is also an unbreakable blade, with an edge which never wears, no matter how long has the centuries been. Although it is the blade itself which is Excalbur, not the entire weapon, and for this reason, to keep it close at hand, Bedivere has mounted the blade into a prepared sword umbrella from which sparked the quintessential weapon associated with fantasy English spies. The umbrella is full functional, features a study titanium frame underneath woven Kevlar. Designed for rapid drawing and sheathing, Excalibur glides effortlessly on the magnetic lock at the beautiful curved mahogany handle.

Powers:

Pallor of the Lake

THe myth of vampire being unable to cross running water does not apply here, Being bitten by the lady of the lake has allowed Bedivere to travel instantaneously through any sufficiently ample body of water. He may also breathe water, walk upon water as if it were solid land. However, he is also tied to water, and must submerge himself in water once daily to fulfill the requirement to maintain the full potency of his powers.

Perfect Darkness

In the evening, Bedivere gains strength, speed and stamina inversely related upon the intensity of light around him. Furthermore, Of the non-magical metals, only silver causes lasting injuries, all others will merely fail to cause harm as the wounds close up. Another weakness occurs in the daylight hours, he is comparatively weaker if exposed to sunlight, his physical abilities becoming that of a human. Finally, he may shapeshift into one of four various forms as he pleases, either a Spectral Mist, a Raven, a Wolf, or most impressively a Red Dragon.

Immortal Blood

Dependent upon his feeding, Bedivere can appear younger and only requires blood for sustenance. If he feeds upon a living being, then they become more susceptible to his dark suggestion and by the third feeding be completely enthralled to his command. Lastly, he may pass on the lineage the vampire by completely engorging himself upon the blood of a thrall at sunset, killing them in the process and resurrecting them as vampires by the sunrise. Those who fall under his bloodline are forever tied to the commands of their sire, entranced by the call to serve their creator as their will becomes molded to the orders. Yet obedience comes at a price, should the sire die, all of their progeny die along with them instantly.

Personality: A man of honor, Bedivere has undoubted twisted the chivalrous image of the gentleman into something far more wicked. At face value, he is an eloquent, charismatic figure, yet his mindless thrall think of him the same. He harbors a patronizing view towards humanity, seeing them as nothing more than animals to be fed upon as history has proven to him. Although he is a man of his word, such that he keeps well on his promises, although interpretation is of course subject to change. Bedivere enjoys painting, literature, sculpting and is a fine connoisseur of blood. Through the years he has also gained a penchant for collecting be it books for his personal library, currency or weapons from the time periods amongst other quirks such as collecting thrall. He also funds “archeological” expeditions and quests to add to his collection. He is content to bask in the timelessness of his hoard, treasures throughout time kept by an old dragon. The very inspiration for a young English writer who caught a glimpse of Bedivere in his draconic form.

Bio:

The stories are more than legends, and every tale is not as it seems.

Bedivere was born in the late 5th century, an esteemed knight serving under a king who had ruled justly and fairly over the land. This is not where the story begins, but rather where one story ended. As in the fall of his great king, Bedivere could not bring himself to fulfill the request of his dying liege as he alone stood kneeling at side of his lord. The kingdom was crumbling, and king had requested that his blessed sword would be cast into a lake. What madness was this? To cast aside such a majestic relic which could so easily unite the kingdom once more from these foreign invaders and internal corruption was utterly beyond comprehension. Nevertheless, bound by his oath of chivalry, he fulfilled his lord’s last wish and made his way to the lake in his final quest for his fallen king, brotherhood and kingdom. And when he stood atop his boat to drop sword into the waters deepest, therein he saw the pale white hand reach out and grasped the blade to claim it before disappearing into the mist.

Or so the legend goes.

In truth, the hand did grasp the blade and startled him, as a pale white lady emerged from the lake, dressed in an ethereal gown before him. This was the lady of the lake, and where the story truly begins. As she grasped the sword, her beauty entrance Bedivere, who leaned towards her drawn by her airs. But this was one fatal flaw, for the lady of the lake was a daughter of the night and by the time her smile revealed her fangs, it was too late.

So Bedivere awoke, unsure if it was dream or nightmare, but found himself unnatural thirst. He had become a child of the night himself, for that was the deal the king had made with the pale lady: A kingdom and life eternal for a single drink of royal blood and the promise of blood tributes for her when he had conquered all the realm. As such, this pact was now transferred and bound to Bedivere.

And this is where the legend continues.

Ever since his rebirth, Bedivere had changed to those who formerly knew the good sir knight. He had become a twisted man, losing color in his flesh and hair as he withdrew himself into the empty castle halls of his former fellows. No other knights were ever seen, save for him, such that they all thought he the last survivor who merely aged from the fall of the land as it decayed. In time, his disappearance and the foreboding appearance of the overgrown keep made whispers to the story. They said Bedivere was a warlock and practiced the dark arts, trained by the king’s treacherous cousin, which felled his king. They said it was not he who tossed the sword into the waters but another noble knight. They said it was he who was responsible for the death of the land evident from the ruination sprawling from the castle. And in truth, perhaps he was.

This is where the legend ends.

Amongst the most long-lived of the vampires, Bedivere has grown quite bored with the world. He has merely retreated to the ruins of the old castle buried beneath the centuries only to seek out prey for his hobbies and dining purposes. He keeps his halls as original as possible, never having moved any relic of the past in memory of a time when the halls were once alive with the chatter of men he called brothers. He had watched society progress through the ages. When he was active and used his dark gift, he served the countless kings and lords which lay claim to the legacy of the old king. He had engorged himself upon the blood of the Viking raiders, fought against the Norman Kings, and watched as the island wither in plague only to be unified through ages of kings and queens through blood, roses, and warfare in the rise of the Tudors. He saw Britannia expand to new and distant lands in the Far East and west, building upon itself a glorious empire. Yet, it too fell, by rebellion, revolts and revolution. Yes, blood stains were everywhere in the course of human history, and there was Bedivere to drink it up.

It was interesting then, when just before the turn of the 20th century, he came into contact with a particular vampire, one who claimed to have sired many of their kind. This vampire lord was interested in a particular Carfax Abbey, and bringing his blood business to England not expecting there to have been another vampire noble already established himself there. They fought, and certainly it was quite a battle with neither side giving an inch to the other. Diplomacy ended the war, and Dracula was given control over the Abbey in return for an agreement that it be returned upon Dracula's death which the latter had not foreseen. The greatest outcome of all however, was that no longer was he Sir Bedivere, but now to be known as Lord Bedivere. And with his immortality Bedivere saw it all: the great war they claimed to end all wars as a struggle between the nations, only to be humored as another war broke forth in the ages of man. And now they dared to bring the war against the vampire. Foolishness and repetition was all he saw in the species he once dared belong to. He traded his humanity for enlightenment, they were prey: stupid, ignorant prey.

And yet now, they had proven themselves capable of quelling the superior race. Of which Bedivere could hardly believe that mere humans could be capable of such a deed and overwhelm them. Perhaps the prey was not as guileless as once thought, and perhaps then not all Vampires were made equal. No, some where stronger than others, and only the strong few could lead them out of the darkness. No longer a mere knight or Lord marshal. Bedivere shall claim the throne and reign over them all as long since his due, Arthur shall bow before him as would all vampires, humans and everything else which dares to follow his rule and vision of utopia. A revival of the ancient order, a new brotherhood, formed by another lost knight now bound together in their goals for the future. The world was theirs to take, by blood and ink.
Who's post is it anyways?
@Vicier

So do you think we should return to the main group or do a tag-along a few steps behind?
@Rai

Quick question, is R'lyeh going to survive this encounter? Or more importantly I guess, may I have R'lyeh at least kill one of the four things threatening him using some scary hydromanipulation?
*pokes @The Grey Dust with a stick several times*


*pokes @The Grey Dust even more, with something other than a stick*


What? I mean after you telling everyone relevant to this I'd probably torch the darn thing, do you really expect me to respond?
@Remipa Awesome I think it would have to be me, or you, or @thewizardguy, or @shikaru, but out of those choices... I am probably the best choice, imo. I don't trust @Legion-114 or even @kurai assassin, sorry, and @The Grey Dust would probably intentionally torch this thing to the ground.


Well then I'll take it I'm not invited. Very well then.
I shall post R'lyeh tomorrow separately as his story currently doesn't intersect with the rest of the group, and I think we are cutting Astrea and Eden from the equation as well, that is unless the main group decides to stock up on good at the market and bumps into them.
A glint of steel and the red paint flowed upon the Palette.
A humming tune as the artist prepares herself mind enwrapt so dearly upon her subject.
Each spreading stroke, circular motions, mixing in the crimson and the green.
Two houses, both alike in dignity, joined into one by a single family.
And so too were the colours mixed into the fold, producing the deep green of grass.
Grass, that which did not grow upon these lands so freely and burned in heat.
Grass which made itself into the subject of this painting study of a garden.
Another glint of steel, and the scarlet paint flowed upon the Canvas.
But the humming now a sudden gasp.
And Then?
Silence.

Lady Hanoxx lies dead, the paint brush tipped with the grassy green of her unfinished painting dropped from her hand. Her lifeless body bearing the expression of shock. Her burning amber eyes staring at the faceless face of her killer. The marks of a Neron Assassin, to bear such a sudden death. Or perhaps not? To the untrained eye, the hallmarks of a Nero kill were present, the twin slash marks cutting into the sides of the neck just near the nape of the neck and base of the skull to sever the vital nerve which dictated speaking, breathing, heart rate, and so much more. A hand pressed over the nose and mouth to suppress anything more than a gasp escaping as the blade found its way around the neck. Blood barely spilled, but rather flowed down her neck regardless as toxins began to increase her heart rate without the regulation of the nerves. Gasping for air and bleeding, voiceless and helpless, but dead in minutes. Her fading consciousness made to get a good glimpse at the attacker, dressed in the outfit of Nero though masked in anonymous wraps. And not only her, but those who would find her, for now anointed upon her head, the telltale sign of a single Ruby Droplet. A gruesome calling card.

Yet, it was not a Nero assassination. No, for certainly as elaborate as it was, there was one vital element missing from the equation for this to be the work of the Dolofon. It was clean, but not clean. It was quick, but not quick. It was unnatural as if it was deliberately staged, with perfect execution. As if someone wanted it to be made clear who it was that did it and incite enough intrigue to perhaps start a war when the accusations start flying. But this injustice could not be met with impunity, for Lord Niscent did not spare a moment to mourn the women he had began to love. There would be no funeral for this investigation. If they wished to declare war, then so let it be done as the machinations and political maneuverings begin the house of Niscent-Hanoxx.

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Meanwhile, in Paradise, or at least in the Vrondi lands. At a bar where the drinks flowed like water over the falls of Tearandri, where laughter and gossip became the talk of place, and a strange bunch of the strangest strangers appeared. But Eden's focus was not on the camaraderie surrounding them, but rather at the angelic girl before him. Ripped from the plane of reality, everything else fades into distant memory. The bar disappearing piece by piece, the patrons like ghosts suddenly invisible as his attention became ensnared into Astrea. So enamored by her charms, and grace, or perhaps was it that irresistible scent of dark sweetness that intoxicated him far quicker than the draught? Deeper he drank of her, like sweet nectar dripping off the tongue of this golden angel shared in a lover's kiss with every breath he took before her. Soon enough only three of them remained, Eden, Astrea, and of course Eve who clambered up his shoulder and knew what would come next.

Their eyes met, gazes fondling each others desires far quicker than their minds could betray their wanton lust. Aversion was no defense for the gravity of mutual attraction, their gazes lingered not elsewhere but followed the lines which made their bodies. Gazes creeping, ever creeping up towards their eyes to take in the sights. Eden's electric blue scanning over Astrea with his ever-so-cocky smile as he followed her form up and down and up again. Just as she had stared into his chest, it was only fair that Eden got to take a glimpse at hers, was it not? Tracing her assets over those curves to her bare collar and from her collar to her alluring neck, and from the neck then to her beautiful face once more. Those caramel eyes were not the only things to catch his, for between those pearls were her button nose, and beneath that, her luscious lips. On either side like palace guards were her rounded cheek bones and defined but invitingly-soft jawline, and her dark chestnut locks flowing free over her otherwise bare shoulder. Yes, definitely his type of girl, even now as a flash of vermillion flushed those cheeks.

“..it would be an honor to be able to spend but even another moment within your company, my Lord…”

My Lord? Eden's smile widened, perhaps wide enough to match his stoked ego. Such formalities were greeted warmly, with a his index finger and tip of his thumb careful not to claw her supple flesh with his stoney talons. A slight nudge lifted up Astrea's chin as she nodded down and returning her eyes to his, as before her gaze cast down followed her face in recognizing Eden's nobility. A glint in his eye, a mischievous sparkle twinkling a dance across the icy turquoise of his irises, could she prepare herself for him? To have touched her so gently, and yet all the same so authoritatively, a simple tipping of her chin, but control over her wandering eyes. From this move, perhaps like how he had used such subtle motions to defeat a dragon-breed moments ago, did Eden now establish his finesse over the body for Where the chin goes, the face must follow. And now, to finish the power move.

Those lips she eyed parted. Not in speaking, but ever so slightly dividing revealing a flash of teeth. His head crane forward, tilting right, as the suggestive machinations of his hand began to move Astrea' to her right as well while drawing them closer together. It was inevitable, that their lips would meet as his curled away from his signature smile into a pucker. And there it was, the kiss to begin and end things. They graced each other upon their lips, strangers becoming all too familiar. And with it the exchange of their desires, gnawing and biting into each other as wanting becomes satiation, over-indulgence and over-eating. He had forgotten about the girl he had upstairs already. For there was one here, locked with him as his other arm wrapped around her shoulder, reaching over her heavenly wings and drawing their bodies even closer together. Eden's hand had left her chin now and brushed over her cheek, fingers running through the hair Astrea had brushed aside as they wrapt themselves around the back of her head and then down her back following the path under the wing to around her waist as their kiss broke.

It was neither a quick peck, nor a long kiss, but it would leave them both breathless enough. And more so, leave them both wanting more of each other. As Eden drew himself back and smiled so coyly at Astrea with the same spark in his crystalline pond eyes as before. A quick kiss stolen in broke the moment once more, but just as it was so rapidly given, so too was it taken away. A nibble, a sip, not enough to satisfy the craving which demanded more, much more. And this was the edge from which Eden left them, mounting the tension and riding the embers of their mutual attraction as the rising heat and warm air would cause them to ascend into the clouds high above, if not at least the second floor...

"So, M'lady care to accompany your patient today? In case anything comes up?" he works fast, very fast. Perhaps too fast for Eve's liking, as she was probably the only one to remember that there was still someone sleeping in the bed upstairs, and made her protest known by prodding Eden's back with her tail as if that would remind him. She was also probably the only one who had noticed Rai and Sai as being the ones in the Poster, although they seemed to be gathering quite a small troupe of men, well men and at least one woman, okay two women. As her attention left the kiss and was directed at the events happening in the bar and not between Eden's new interest. Catching these thieves would be the responsibility for Eden to uphold being in the Fotian army, and cousin to Lord Hanoxx, but not with these odds. Plus he would probably try it too, being so bold as to fight one person not so long ago. When his attention finally turned to her and as Eden stroked her head with a finger much to her discontent but conflicted pleasure, she could have him back from Astrea. "Eve, we are definitely going to need some souvenirs of this place, care to join us in the marketplace? Or will you just stay in the room?"

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The marketplace, a wretched den of thieves behind stalls, and across them. Alive in the morning hours of sun, high in the tree-city. Into the crowd they mingled in, disappearing amongst the busy marketplace as hagglers called out over prices, shoppers browsed wares and merchants peddled goods. barrows of pottery, wine and wood, barrels filled with every fruit or vegetable imaginable, and exotic spices from around the world gathered here. Fine spun fabric, precious stones sparkling in the sunlight, gold and silver gleaming, the hammering of hot metal, the smell of baking breads, and The warbling of animals a feast for the senses all. The natural breeding ground of a empty pocket, and a heavy purse all the same.

"Eden, I think I saw those thie-" A finger was brought to her lips to end her line as Eden whispered regarding not to speak of it now or in this place, for he did too on the way out, but where they were was where the T word may be a watchword given the nature of the marketplace. Besides, it seems beside him was Astrea, who was currently being all too pampered by Eden who had made sure she would have an enjoyable time playing doctor. Anything her eyes lingered on, well anything that wasn't him, he bought, his heavy satchel of currency fattened quite well from the family coffers. Some new garments? Jewelry? Fine wines? Name it, and had she given it more than a second thought it was purchased and gifted to her, usually amassing in some poor market boy having to carry it all. Eden referred to it as some sort of healer's fee or something, but they both knew what he was doing. And after all, Eve did mention he was well endowed.

"So, M'lady, what do you think of this?" Eden slipped on a locket around Astrea's collar with a single Lassan silver scallop shell, opened to reveal a trinity of pearls in white, pink and black off the leather cord to hang just above the start of her cleavage. "Or perhaps this one to match your gorgeous eyes?" A pure copper diadem inlaid with designs of golden leaves like laurels and capped with a single deep green emerald cut to resemble a turned leaf. Word would soon spread however about Eden and his consort, like wildfire through the market, all the merchants waiting to get their cut of that heavy load Eden had.

Which may warrant some unwanted attention which Eve was keeping an eye our for as she settled herself around Eden's neck. Someone had to keep Eden out of trouble, and that was her responsibility.
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