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6 yrs ago
Current Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
6 yrs ago
The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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7 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
7 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
7 yrs ago
The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.

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The Harbinger of Ferocity


Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.

"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten

I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.

My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.

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A twenty four hour time limit, if you are the one being awaited on by the party and Dungeon Master, after which point your character falls under the domain of the latter's control. While controlled by the Dungeon Master for your turn, you take the most reasonable action according to the situation and the character's demeanor. As an example in this situation, the dragonborn would resist the grapple and breathe his breath weapon on the guardsmen. Why? It would not be out of character and would not be explicitly working against his person.

Sort of a system of trust and a safety net wherein the Dungeon Master can keep things moving.

As for why I say twenty four hours as a limit is because I am sure there are some like me who do not always have access to Internet and even if they do, they cannot access the Guild.
More than hours I would say, @VKAllen, a day is fair enough. But I agree that they should then behave accordingly as controlled by the Dungeon Master; for a turn he simply behaves as a non-player character. That way nothing is lost.
Speaking on a matter of "sliding scale", I was in an environment of hard, set standards and expectations - nothing beyond what one can handle and nothing extreme, but life experience has relaxed my assessment on matters such as faith and sexuality, but matters of death penalty, abortion, race and the sort were always non-issues for myself and others around me. They simply made sense and there never needed to be question on them in my opinion - nothing there to debate.

In regard to economics, I have always been about those in the industry so I have a sort of unfair perspective and opinion on that. In particular because I lived in an environment that had excess and decadence, I saw it collapse and destroyed when fortune turned sickly by mismanagement and betrayal and in a time that mattered a lot in life. I was fortunate enough to have known both great wealth and near poverty, but even to this day I find myself dealing with the aftereffects of that.

If anything I have become more sympathetic and living by the philosophy of "freedom of choice, within reason".
The cacophony of the collapsing dwelling just beyond filled the air with an unnatural shuddering that was not associated with the pattering rain fall or the dripping, really pouring water that ran down the seasoned warrior's armored cjest; torn robe drenched and heavy now, was concealed in part only by the figure of the aged, greyed woman she brandished over her shoulder. There was little care or hesitation in her next action, for the moment Isabeau's feet splashed into the water washed churned mud, the sizable figure turned about with a blur - managing to have drawn the fierce elven blade in a single motion from her back. The deathly edge challenged the woman as it rested straight out; not even the slightest of give in the beast woman's arm... that of which could not feel sensation, not even fatigue.

"You." The animal jaws parted, rainwater running down the edges and over the exposed, whitened fangs.

More glass bent, broke and exploded inward as the last of the house consumed itself while the thundering of hooves and the sky above kept on. Both eyes, blind and sighted, shifted for a moment, assessing their numbers on each front - Regina Hills survived, as did Sir Hepburnberg and clearly Sir Erran atop a steed. Diagorides, soaked in mud, still clenched his prize in a mighty hand but was not so much as bloodied or even out of breath. The only one unaccounted for was the invading mage himself, but the old huntress doubted a wizard of that power was truly lost.

Shifting slightly her stance, she balanced Lady Genevieve's drenched body as the effects of the hastening spell faded from her leonine figure.

"I care not really for which you choose, but explain yourself or leave. I am done with these games brought on by the words of mere men, and more importantly, your quarry is ours." She snarled in her husky tone, the weapon level and not giving in the slightest - readied to action.

Everything in her demeanor was a marked deterrent and the chaos of the past few minutes tried her patience with mortals as a whole. They wielded the magic they had all just witnessed with such wild abandon that she was still impressed to this day not more of them had paid with their lives. And this "witchling", "assassin", or what have you, she only further convinced the monster of a woman that enough was enough. Either she and her new band were taking their employer away from here - with good reason - or the Order's agents were to explained themselves why not.

"So I advise you choose your next action most wisely." She leaned her head in at an angle, soaking ears flat to her skull.

@ArenaSnow@Belwicket@IcePezz@Jon Y@vietmyke@Zero Hex
In unrelated news, while we await @EruditeAssassin's corrections, I spent the day with a giant lynx. She covered me in hair, but I am okay with this.
I was never so fond of Scar, as in the latter half he became far less menacing. I admit though, Hades' character is particularly charismatic and the "evil lawyer". Gaston never struck me for much beyond a bait and switch - Beast as the anti-hero was more interesting. Ursula I am not too familiar with, but I have heard she is a well received villain.

Some of Khan's behaviors just struck me as so true to type. The fine balance between cunning, dignified beast and slavering killer.
I appreciate your apologies, @Deamonbane, but know I have no hard feelings. I can roll with the best of punches to some extent.
Shere Khan is indeed one of my most favored villains in this rendition, in that he is not to be trifled with, embodies what makes a raging tiger terrifying and is well portrayed as being evil with a reason. Not entirely worthy of sympathy, at least his motives are understandable and his actions executed appropriately. Prior we had only heard about how scary he was and his motivation was flimsy.

I am indeed biased toward big cats and I admit I likely felt more for Khan than most. Either way, yes, I do think him a vastly superior villain now - Frollo still being darker and more disturbed.
Come now, @Deamonbane, do you really think I would make such a specific, strange and particular sentiment on that? Let alone consider it on the side of "human stupidity"? I would almost be hurt, for a myriad of reasons.
That depends mostly on your perception of me. I prefer the mystery in place of answering that.
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