Shit. None of my rp's have moved in 2 days. What is going on?
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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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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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Who is this young human girl who is turning demonsa into cat boys? Cuz i need to avoid her.
Sweet. Thanks for the acceptance. I'm looking forward to my first death.
Appearance: Dark grey long hair, blue eyes. Wears a lot of white.
Name: Aldaric Varomere
Gender: M
Age (At-least 15): 22
Power: Power over the element of spirit. He can see souls, any souls, even through walls and even if the soul isn't occupying a body, so that includes ghosts. He can speak to ghosts, summon spirits, and see a person's spiritual aura, which will tell him if they are good- or mal-intended. He can inspire hope or fear, and serve as a medium for people to talk to dead relatives to a degree. He has basically stopped aging due to his spiritual affinity, not that this will get him far. Basic spirit/ghost stuff.
Weakness: Anything the opposite of spirit: any necromancy or power over the element of flesh. He would be weak against blood magic.
Skills: Good with a bow, can use swords but is not an expert.
Bio (Optional): You guessed it, he's an orphan. Everyone's an orphan these days. He's grown up however, and is off to find his parents. You know he won't of course.
Occupation: Biological scientist.
Personality (Optional): Aldaric is fairly religious, believing in a supreme god who will defeat death. He believes all life has value and all souls can be redeemed, yadda yadda. He is patient, merciful, disciplined, honorable, and faithful.
Weapon: Bow with poisoned arrows. He uses a paralytic toxin that he can make using his Bio knowledge.
Name: Aldaric Varomere
Gender: M
Age (At-least 15): 22
Power: Power over the element of spirit. He can see souls, any souls, even through walls and even if the soul isn't occupying a body, so that includes ghosts. He can speak to ghosts, summon spirits, and see a person's spiritual aura, which will tell him if they are good- or mal-intended. He can inspire hope or fear, and serve as a medium for people to talk to dead relatives to a degree. He has basically stopped aging due to his spiritual affinity, not that this will get him far. Basic spirit/ghost stuff.
Weakness: Anything the opposite of spirit: any necromancy or power over the element of flesh. He would be weak against blood magic.
Skills: Good with a bow, can use swords but is not an expert.
Bio (Optional): You guessed it, he's an orphan. Everyone's an orphan these days. He's grown up however, and is off to find his parents. You know he won't of course.
Occupation: Biological scientist.
Personality (Optional): Aldaric is fairly religious, believing in a supreme god who will defeat death. He believes all life has value and all souls can be redeemed, yadda yadda. He is patient, merciful, disciplined, honorable, and faithful.
Weapon: Bow with poisoned arrows. He uses a paralytic toxin that he can make using his Bio knowledge.
Zapped with powerful magic, Aeshma collapsed onto his hands and knees. The massive demon roared in rage, furious that some other being had the audacity to challenge him, furious with himself for being weak enough to feel pain. He bared his fangs and focused all his hatred into resisting the attack that had so seriously damaged him. He would fight this. He would force his physical being to maintain itself by sheer will alone. His desire for vengeance would grip him to this world until his challenger was a bloodstain at his feet. Enraged, he lifted his horned head and stared daggers at the sorcerer. Aeshma roared threateningly with the effort as he brought a hoof beneath himself. With great effort, he was starting to get up. If his magical intimidation would not win this, then he would use his natural raw physical power, his brawn. Aeshma was a tank, a beast. "You... can't stop... ME!" Lightning flickered over him painfully, trying to force him out of this realm.
Fortunately, before the sorcerer could further test his power against pure demonic rage, he was bowled to the ground and ripped repeatedly by the clawed gauntlets of the cat demon. This broke the sorcerer's concentration and Aeshma was released from the affects of the red lightning. He had lived. Immediately, the hooved demon tromped over like a bull, heedless of the few aberrant sparks of red that the sorcerer tried in vain to get off, and without delay he stomped a foot down to crush the sorcerer's skull.
Mischa would look up to see the fiery-eyed monstrous form looming above him.
Fortunately, before the sorcerer could further test his power against pure demonic rage, he was bowled to the ground and ripped repeatedly by the clawed gauntlets of the cat demon. This broke the sorcerer's concentration and Aeshma was released from the affects of the red lightning. He had lived. Immediately, the hooved demon tromped over like a bull, heedless of the few aberrant sparks of red that the sorcerer tried in vain to get off, and without delay he stomped a foot down to crush the sorcerer's skull.
Mischa would look up to see the fiery-eyed monstrous form looming above him.
You are on crack my child.
So is this happening?
And that my friends, is how you take control of the battlefield!
Well done, akje.
Which one of you re-named the thread >_>.
*cough* Renamed? Oh, I didnt even know we could do that... Until recently. *Glares*
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