Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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6 yrs ago
The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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Coming home soon.
Oh . ok. Well, were there any vampires before dracula? If not, then they are extremely young as a species. I can change my age for mithias... Unless we wanna have vampires from other lineages around, which i think would be cool.
None of my rps are moving either. Something bad is happening.
How's everyone doing?
"Mithias Varomere." He gives his full name, since she gave hers, and bows lightly. It always paid to be polite when stumbling hopelessly through other being's dimensions. "Thank you for electing to ask my name.... instead of immediately incinerating me." He added the last part more quietly and with slight disdain. "Please forgive my intrusion." *looks around, seeing others there also* "I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm lost you see. Do you happen to know anything about multiverse travel, Isis?"
An axe, a katana, parts from a spaceship, a clone.... Mithias gathers up fragments and remnants of a multiverse long gone. It's players and people, stories now legend, saved from fading and placed in a box. It is with that box in his open arms that the winged vampire presses open the door of the once-flaming coffee lounge. The place is empty, except for a white paladin and a bloody, rather tribal looking creature with a masked face at the back of the lounge. They are talking quietly and seem to be sharing stories, or discussing philosophy, or whatever. The vampire sighs as the conversation comes to a halt at his entrance, and he sadly sets the box on the counter. No waiter is back there cleaning glasses. No, not this time. Mithias spies a dusty looking sparkly red hat on the counter... and adds it to the box.
Turning his head, he looks over at the other two. "At least there is some kind of life in here, but I fear it's too late for the rest of the universe."
Turning his head, he looks over at the other two. "At least there is some kind of life in here, but I fear it's too late for the rest of the universe."
*turns around* "Who's there?"
WilsonTurner said
EhI will observe them wither and die, and feed on the participants' agony and anguish with gleeful cruelty.
o.o ... I am outdone.
A portal opens up in the vicinity, and out walks a fairly well dressed dude with yellow eyes and long black hair. Quickly he scans around for immediate threats, oncoming traffic, dragons, and the like, then scratches his head casually. "Ahh, this is all bob's fault."
Thank you. Well i sent my PM, but this site is loading so slowly for me that I couldn't even edit to un-post my character sheet... cuz it was accidentally posted. But there you have it.
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