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Name: Gabriel, The Wanderer, Cain, Loki, The First, The Pretender, The Ancient One. Also goes by Gabe Age: Unknown Appearance:  Weaponry: Gabriel wields nothing besides his cane, which he carries around seemingly for purely artistic reasons. Or, potentially, it's a memento of events that are lost to the memory of the world. Powers: The full extents of Gabriel's capabilities are completely unknown. According to some, he is merely a pretender to the throne, capable only of minor illusions. Others claim to have seen him level entire cities with a mere whim, resurrect the dead, and cure even the most vile of diseases. What is known is that, despite multiple attempts, SOLDIER has never been able to capture Gabriel. Furthermore, all data of encounters with Gabriel in the past has been expunged, available only to the highest government authorities. Personality: Gabriel is whimsical and cruel, as well as being amazingly arrogance. There are many reports of him dating human females, all of whom were under the impression that he was a rich, famous figure, and none of which recalled what he looked like. Recently, he stole a military helicopter to 'pick up a date', leaving an IOU at the site of the crime. To Gabriel, life is nothing more than a game, and human lives are to be played with as he sees fit.

> id like to revamp my CS please Make a new one, and put it in the Characters area. > Hey guys. I'm sorry for not showing up on this thread. For the longest time, you could say I've been severely sidetracked. Well....no, that doesn't sound quite right either..I guess I'm not very sure where I stand at this point. I'm hoping to give it another go with my favorite tactician. Any suggestions or am I simply in the clear for jumping back in? You're in the clear, we'd love to have you back. We were actually messing around on another forum before, because RPG was crashing constantly, but we weren't continuing HCL, so there are no changes to the story.

> Okay so > Freshman (9th Grade) are the 14-15 year olds > > Sophmores (10th Grade) are the 15-16 year olds > > Juniours (11th Grade) are the 16-17 year olds > > and Seniors (12th Grade) are the 17-18 year olds > > > _**Now of course this may very with people who sometimes skip grades or who get held back so the repeat a grade**_ > > > > ### Also I will be joining! Thanks for the help, making a CS now.

Oh, by the way. I would like to join, but I'm all European, and as such I have no clue what to fill in at 'school grade'. Your foreign systems of education baffle me. So could you tell me what that is? Thank you ^^

No, I'm on the PC. But it might be on my end anyway.

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And this entire area is now completely and utterly pointless. Anyone who was thinking of posting a CS here, we now have a specialised CS area built into the thread. How cool is that?

Nah, that's a bit harsh. But I do think, Shikaru, that you've abandoned your roleplays a few too many times.

A post has been made! Now you lazy sons of bitches better follow suite.

((Thread Necromancy in progress. Establishing places, characters and events)) The faint green light played over the huddled forms of creatures both human and inhuman huddled in the corners, the scent of their own feces making a brave attempt to drown out the smell of blood and fear. This toxic mixture assaulted Leeroy, who was at this point regretting being the only plant capable of smell. The prisoners hadn't reacted to his entrance, either because they were incapable of moving, or simply been beaten into a permanent state of shock. There were bigger problems, however.... The already dim lighting flickered repeatedly, a cold draft of air rushing into the room, chilling Leeroy's back. Had he possessed skin, it would be crawling right now. The wind possessed a primordial sense of fear, as if it had soaked in the agony emanated by the spirit of the little girl, chasing Leeroy even now. In mere moments, she would enter the room, and while he had yet to see her inflict harm, he had no doubt whatever ensued would be painful. ------------------------------------------------------------ Mia simply chuckled. "I'll need all of you to be warded. That robotic creature is capable of powerful soular attacks on level with even my father, and you people are practically naked to them. It would do me no good to send you all to your deaths, so I've developed something that might be able to help you." Mia walks across the room, to where a large metallic tube is visible. A door opens, revealing a single chair within, as well as a series of robotic arms equipped with mysterious devices. "This will attune your soul wavelength to that of the vampire Mithias, which is the soul the robot copied. This means that the soular energy will not damage your soul, but rather resonate with it harmlessly. Of course, if it pumps enough energy into you you might still explode, but what is science without risks, right?" -------------------------------------------------------------------- Cosmos would have raised an eyebrow, had his anatomy allowed for such an expression. Unfortunately, he lacked the musculature systems to manipulate his brows in such a manner, and resorted to making a mental note. He would need to enhance this body with the capability to raise eyebrows at situations. While far from a necessary function, it was nonetheless an important one, and it would be the next thing he did after retreiving the Dark One. As he had suspected when he had first observed the unique creature, it learned rapidly, and it's body evolved to match it's mind. As a being formed from concepts, it's physical form was little more than a manifestation of it's more primordial existence, a host for the magic that formed the Dark One. As such, it changed according to the creature's evolution and thoughts, every new thing learned adding to it's physical prowess, as well as to it's mental capabilities. With the right training and education, especially from a master of the arcane arts of Cosmos' level, this tiny creature could grow into an intergalactic force of destruction, worthy of the blessings of Omega. The only obstacle obstructing this future, as well as the praise Cosmos would receive for enabling it, was the fanatic Bloodseeker. From his current position, floating high above the village, cloaked in a plethora of spells to ward off both vision and scent, it was easy to surmise the situation. While the elimination of the angel was certainly good for his odds in this situation, the bloodseeker had not been harmed to any significant extent, and would be at full power. A full-force battle at this point would be far less than ideal. Luckily, however, it was similarly easy to see the method by which the Bloodseeker would fall, strategically and elegantly. One might even say it had a bit of poetic justice attached to it, and it was those little things that made Cosmos love his job. Taking on the guise of a great tree, Cosmos spoke to those who had been slain mere moments before, frog people who, in their ignorance, worshipped the static Gods of this marsh. He offered them a second chance, a chance to fight for their families and quell the monster that had arisen in their midst. He would forge an enchantment within them, burning their souls to keep the body moving, a temporary undead animated by the power of the warrior's spirit. With the acquisition of consent, it was easy to forge the spells necessary, and with hardly any effort performed, the method of the Seeker's fall had been completed. Their eyes glowing white with the furious flames of righteous rage, those that had moments before been struck down stood, their bodies burning as their blood boiled. Wreathed in white fire, their tribal spears flew to their hands from where they had hit the ground. With a furious hissing, the blood of those still standing boiled, breaking into it's base components and disappearing. Only their own force of will, and the spells worked by Cosmos, kept these noble warriors standing, and it would not be long before they joined their slaughtered brethren in their eternal rest. But not before they had seen justice meted out, and the Bloodseeker annihilated. Right and wrong, justice and revenge, order and chaos. And through it all, Cosmos smiled, for in the end he would be holding the spoils of war, without having ever lifted a finger.