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@Keyblade87 BALLSY. Nyx is one shrew of a goddess and Artemis is damn hard to please.

And your Hunter is gonna hate my apprentice/creation/mutant of Artemis-thing.

I might make my Son of Jupiter a daughter for the sake of balance. Never play girl charries though, so this should be a challenge.
@The Slenderman Who do you think you're talking to?! I guess you wouldn't know actually... but of course I've watched SAO! xD I've got a poster with Asuna being held prisoner by vines in the cage in Alfheim! BRUH.

And Silas, the dual wielder is a pretty good candidate to represent Kirito lmao
@The Slenderman

Silas followed her out of the Dojo, laughing uproariously at a joke Kujo had told as he left. He sobered as he came abreast of Akkina, but the grin never truly left his face. "And what are we laughing about-" the sound of shuffling feet and a threat by what sounded like a talking snake! "Akkina! Did you hear that?" Silas cast his head about and listened intently, hoping to catch another noise and narrow down its direction.
@The Slenderman OH YES. Seriously though, they're a formidable power couple xD

@Alamantus I also posted another character ^^
Name: Rafael "Titan" Gregorvich

Age: Uknown

Appearance:

Biography: Not much is known of the man commonly known as Titan. He's served in several militias and several mercenary outfits, taking jobs that most would think to be a suicide mission. Titan always comes out unscathed, his methods a mystery. Only few have heard him speak, for the most part communicating with gestures and grunts. He currently works as a killer for hire, only taking high-paying, high-risk jobs.

Weapons: His sword is a personal invention, super-heating itself to easily slice through most materials like butter and a hot knife. On his back is a massive shotgun that shoots equally large shells, outfitted with a silver bayonet for those pesky supernaturals. His offhand weapon shots explosive rounds, but relies on a revolver system. Titan reserves this for a finishing blow on most occasions, as it takes a long time to reload.

Gears: These little guys are Rafael's eyes and ears when on assignment or a mission. Having dozens on his person, Rafael controls these and other nearby technology with his 'Interface'


Interface: A super-computer infused with magic, this Interface allows Titan to control his Gears and other technology from extreme range, otherwise The Fortress would fall from the sky. In a range of about eighty yards, Titan can control other technologies if he firsts tunes into their unique frequencies.



The Fortress: Titan's personal vehicle, it is capable of speed much faster than appearances would suggest. Such a large warship would require a full crew into the hundred to keep it all tip-top, but is instead tended to be automatons and other robots, all controlled by the Interface. The Fortress is currently moored at the dry-dock.

@Keyblade87
Yea, I thought of the idea awhile ago when reading the series. I thought it would be the only way the maiden goddess would be able to say she had a human hero under her command, being infused with her blood.

I'll run with that character and a son of Jupiter then, if that's cool by you ^^b

@Maxwell57 Nico is a son of Hades, but Hazel Levesque is a daughter of Pluto.
Krystoff had come to for a bit, groaning to himself. He'd listened to the conversation long enough and the sweet smell of pizza had finally floated down the long hall to the infirmary. He needed sustenance in the worst way. He pulled the IV out of his arm and sat up, taping a square of guaze against the hole. "That's gonna sting tomorrow..." he murmured, then looked back at Jack and Xavier. "Skinwalkers are bad news Jack, you should have said something before all this." Krystoff had studied the Blackwell histories extensively, as well as any bestiaries they had collected from other Slayers. The Blackwell bestiary was a huge text, made by Malthias's ancestors and added to by himself and his adoptive children. If memory served Krystoff right, as it always did, there was a small description of Skinwalkers in the very comprehensive book.

Sighing and grimacing, Krystoff took off his ruined pants and pulled on a spare set of sweatpants he had stored behind a cabinet. He had hideyholes all over the houses, ranging in clothes, money and fake passports, as well as weapons. Many of his siblings called him paranoid, but tonight proved that someone was personally trying to kill them. It had been a long night though and Krystoff had nothing left in the tank. "You should talk to Dimi, Jack. You're not alone in this." He patted his kid brother's head and nodded to Xavier. "Glad you're okay kid. And you, get some food for yourself too!" Krystoff grinned as he took the plate X had gotten him and the X's own slice, quickly walking away before his brother could say anything. He was already chowing down even as he went towards the kitchen, looking for more.

When he got in, Krystoff laughed at the word lard-ass, getting the chuckle past a mouthful of pizza. He winked at the dog and took a small bit of meat off his slice and showed mercy, throwing the treat to the dog. "Thanks for the pizza, Dimi. It hits the spot! But did you get soda?"
@The Slenderman
Silas smiled slightly at her obvious frustration at having lost. Her shout didn't surprise him, any practitioner of the art would be angry at defeat without death. Yet, this had been merely a sparring match. That was the only reason he allowed himself such a risky last move. If he'd wasted a single moment, his lock would have failed and Silas would be looking up from his back at a sword point. He scooped up his second blade, before standing. Silas sheathed both, then took Akkina's offered hand.

"Did you think I'd go easy on you because you're beautiful? I wouldn't dream of disrespecting a swordswoman with such a lowly act." Silas grinned and took a step back, bowing low to show her respect. "It was a good spar, but I think I'd like to go somewhere a bit more private for our next date." His smiled turned wolfish as he teased her.
Metosi jumped off the wagon, grunting slightly as his legs had gotten too relaxed from lack of use. He stomped a little to get the feeling back to his legs and feet. He spared a moment to wave farewell to the carriage driver, but the man's eyes slid off the Dunmer quickly. He'd expected such prejudice, being in Skyrim, but the reality hit home for the dark elf. Sighing, Metosi settled his pack onto his back a little more comfortably and followed his group of companions, spotting the Dead Man's Drink by it's swinging sign. The establishment looked... quaint.

The dark elf felt as if he was being stared at and went over his knowledge of spells, silently. Going over the magical words that burned in his mind always comforted the Dunmer, reminding him that he always had a weapon at hand. A hand went to a locket underneath his robes, a gesture that calmed his spirits. After a deep breath, he followed his companions into the tavern.

He settled into the third stool at the counter, next to the Khajiit. Traveling with an Argonian made him nervous, unsure if Ka-Vara would put aside his race's prejudice against the Dunmer for the sake of the quest. Metosi looked to the barkeep, "Water for me and the local rumors, if you'd be so kind." They might have been on a quest, but getting some more gold into his pocket sounded quite good to Metosi.

Action: Buying something to drink, inquiring of local information/going ons
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