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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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Name: Manus
Age: 37
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Magic: Manus has no magic. In fact, his lack of magic IS his magic. Confusing? The Academy of the Arcane agrees. Manus has been proven to be an oddity of sorts. He was proven to be a mage, but could not cast a single spell. In fact, when he touched them, neither could the others. Manus automatically and completely negates all magic that comes within 10cm of his skin. This has made his a fearsom killer of mages.
Location: Infiltrated into Rondorio.
Items: Long glaive, armored tunic, helmet
Job: Mage Hunter
Other: Likes pie.
I forgot to subscribe to this, wasn't able to find it again. Forgot ven had the link in his sig *facepalm*
Dresden fell to the ground, but quickly used his hands to push him out of range of further kicks and right himself, grinning. "I agree." For a moment, Dresden closes his eyes, going silent. Then they spread wide open, bloodshot red, as his teeth elongate to resemble a sabertooth cat. Hair sprouts from his bare arms and chest, dark grey, as his hard fingernails are replaced with long black claws. Dresden grows slightly, about 30 centimeters, making him 2 meters tall, his legs adapting themselves to the form of the wolf. Bundles of muscle seem to harden and increase, tendons going taught, and the creaking of bone can be heard. This is Dresden's most feared ability, to take the aspect of the wolf, and embody it's primal power. And at last, he howls with a fury no other vampire could muster, the howl of a truly wild beast, before rushing forward with rapid swipes of his claws, moving far faster than before.
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Roxas turns to look at him. "Thanks, but, what's with the rock?" he asks.Roxas nods his h


((Nod that H!))
"It's a traditional sleeping rock from the south. I'm not sure if it works, but they supposedly give you good dreams. I know that I use one, and I enjoy every dream I have." Jake chuckles at this, as he takes another sip of wine.
Meh. I have two younger siblings, and it's not so bad.
Kami has taken a hold of every portal. The moving ones are being traced by groups of Blod Priests and soldiers, while the stable ones are guarded by large combat mechs, and occasionally even a Death Priest. As Dark walks through the city, every civilian she passes looks at her, and points towards the nearest stable portal, directing her as much as possible, obviously through Kami's own will. As Dark approaches the stable portal that either Aissyle or the people pointed her to, Wiper steps out from the shadows, dispelling any chances of breaking through without serious cost. One of the Blood Priests walks forwards, speaking. "Greetings, my name is Johnathan. We've already met. I'm here to tell you that Kami does not wish you to leave the city while you are under her command. However, as you would obviously hate to remain here, she is generously prepared to let you through, on condition that you find a man named Abbadon. Infiltrate whatever organisation he's creating. Work together with him. Then, when the time is right, Kami will tell you to contain him, as he is working counter to our plans." Johnathan carefully awaits an answer.
Jake hastily teleports in a reinforced steel crib, and a rather large ornate rock. "Here. Consider them gifts. The crib is meant for dragonkin. They can breathe flames even at a young age, and normal cribs'll either burn or melt."
"Screw counting" Bob clapped Shiro on the back, before jumping through the floor, screaming as he plummeted towards the planet's surface, shouting "Yahooooooooo!". Bob must have created a special supply of air up to the ship just so they could have heard that, which would have been considered a waste of effort to anyone who was not, in fact, Bob. Shouting, Bob decided to become and anvil, and as he began to glow from the heat of falling, he created a rain of fireproof anvils around him, each with the letters ACME stamped onto them. This resulted in the oddest meteorite rain in the planet's history, as well as Bob's arrival, who had gone back to normal out of boredom just before forcibly meeting the cold hard ground. Fortunately, nobody except Bob was hurt.
Hey, glad to have the GM back in business!
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