Ves

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

"Dragons are people, too." - PETA

Dead Cruise

The radio was becoming a liability. As other voices arrived, Devon responded to Stevie with a quiet 'Hmm' before yanking the batteries out of the radio and pocketing it. The elevator 'dinged' it's stop, and without even noticing, Devon stomped down brutally, crushing the brain underneath his foot with a sick squelching sound. The female groaned and died instantly, and Devon exited the elevator, still twirling the cane around his fingers with a casual grace. Near the casino, hn? He had been there once, to gamble a couple of days ago. It was fun to cheat and piss the older people off. He quickly dashed that way, thankfully not running into many crazies on his way. There was one that was laughing as it...well, he wasn't gonna say. It involved a dead human and a stream of golden life essence, however. Devon leaped up, nailing the dude with a flying jump kick that sent it flying into a bellboy cart. Before it can recover, Devon walked forward and ended it's life with a picture-perfect golfswing with his metal cane. Its head went sailing into the wall, with a wet slapping sound. He was here. Right past the casino double doors, he saw three crazies slamming against a fancy door. At least two had gotten knives from somewhere, and the third was abnormally tall and muscular; probably a guard. It had a nightstick. Devon narrowed his eyes. A smirk formed. "Leeroooy...." His low, smoky voice started off in a quiet, yet increasing-in-volume yell. "JENKIIIIINS!" His hooded, baseball-cap-covered body abruptly was sent flying forward, apparently by a sneak-attack from behind. He slammed against the door, and the extra force from his body broke it down in splinters. Devon recovered instantly, lashing out with a leg-sweep that sent the tallest guard down. With casual ease, he crushed it's nose under his feet, quickly grabbing it's baton and taking a step back into the relatively large room. "Here." He said, tossing Stevie the metal cane. The large guard got up, and the extra guard had joined the team of angries, making four. "I'll take two." "Youuuuu....little bitches gun' die." "Make that three." He sprinted forward, his body leaping into the air and turning side-ways, as if he was lying to go down to sleep...and he was spinning. His corkscrewing body slammed against the two large guards and a crazie wielding a knife, and they all went flying into the hallway. The last crazy looked scared, before turning to Stevie and charging.

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

Just gonna exit the budding argument before it starts. Just a few parting words. Your character isn't blind, and he doesn't move at a snail's pace. .-.

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

You got it.

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

@Leviathan Yeah but it's one hell of a handicap when the magic makes you slow.

@Jerkchicken

It's the same as Blue magic making you neigh defenseless, and Yellow Magic lacking offensive damage. Red-Magic-Users are more defensive orientated; that's just how it is. Not really a weakness if you choose that branch of Magic.

Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

ew wat

SAO or Deadman Wonderland.

Deadman Wonderland, yes. Love it.

Dead Cruise

Captain's key-card? Now...that was useful. "I'm on my way." Devon replied bluntly, grabbing the closest thing to him as he meandered down the hall-way; it was one of those weird cane things that bell-boys used to assist with luggage. It would work; it was made of metal, at least, and was weighed evenly. Now...he would need to climb the elevator to get to the dude's room. Within seconds he arrived at the elevator, and with deliberate slowness, Devon clicked the 'open' button. A growling young lady greeted him when it opened. She promptly got a face full of metal cane. Devon moved in with the swing, pressing his boot against her face as he clicked up to the 'Arrogant Rich Guys' Suites' button. As she groaned and screamed underneath his boot, Devon clicked the button on the walkie. Stevie would promptly hear a woman's angry, muffled screams, soft elevator music, and Devon's whistling. "What room number?"

Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

do et fagit

Dead Island: Paradise Lost

Okoma nodded seriously, only pausing once to grab what seemed to be a lead pipe off of the ground, near a luggage cart. Couldn't have too many things to wack heads with. Storing it in his bag, Okoma headed in a slow gait towards the entrance of the resort, the sunlight streaming through the dark, grimy glass door. With a broad shoulder he slammed it into the door, slamming it open and revealing them to the outside world. He couldn't enjoy the scenery, however, as his gaze was quickly zoomed in on a zombie, eating the dead carcass of a female maid. Eyes steeled with resolve, Okoma darted forward, slamming his heel against it's head...once...twice. It didn't get up. "Fucking parasites."