Wait, who is playing Theta??
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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The vampire stood alone on the rooftop, a black figure silhouetted against the night sky. One leg was up on the ledge casually as he looked across the city. Not a breeze disturbed his clothing, not a branch obscured her view, and Mithias was standing perfectly still.
As soon as Katya took the shot, he was gone. The gun fired, quieted by the silencer, but in that instant, the target had moved and Katya did see where to. Perhaps Allison did.
Mithias stood on his right leg as blood poured down his left. He had taken cover behind a large ventilation unit atop the building near him. Both of his swords were drawn, and he listened very, very carefully over his own controlled breaths. Dark blood pooled under his shattered knee. It would heal quickly, but he wouldn't be running or jumping for the moment. Who the hell had shot him?! Mithias fear was that Kami had returned, but he also knew Kami wouldn't have used a gun. Surely a vampire would have had the best chance of sniping his knee in the dark. He still hadn't figured out which direction the bullet had come from, so he waited, hunkered down with defenses ready. How foolish he had been not to assume other vampires might still work for Soldier, but he knew their methods. This was an immobilization tactic, which would certainly be followed up by either direct confrontation or an explosion. Mithias wasn't going to make it obvious he had been hit, but there was nothing he could do about the scent of his blood.
As soon as Katya took the shot, he was gone. The gun fired, quieted by the silencer, but in that instant, the target had moved and Katya did see where to. Perhaps Allison did.
Mithias stood on his right leg as blood poured down his left. He had taken cover behind a large ventilation unit atop the building near him. Both of his swords were drawn, and he listened very, very carefully over his own controlled breaths. Dark blood pooled under his shattered knee. It would heal quickly, but he wouldn't be running or jumping for the moment. Who the hell had shot him?! Mithias fear was that Kami had returned, but he also knew Kami wouldn't have used a gun. Surely a vampire would have had the best chance of sniping his knee in the dark. He still hadn't figured out which direction the bullet had come from, so he waited, hunkered down with defenses ready. How foolish he had been not to assume other vampires might still work for Soldier, but he knew their methods. This was an immobilization tactic, which would certainly be followed up by either direct confrontation or an explosion. Mithias wasn't going to make it obvious he had been hit, but there was nothing he could do about the scent of his blood.
Ok. Working on it.
Bloodseeker pays no attention to Maka and Asura or Theta and starts licking Saeid.
I'll make a meister. Won't be until tonight though.
Name: Sekaulla
Titles: Goddess of slaughter and carnage, bearer of endless thirst, embodiment of bloodshed, mother of war, red death, blood goddess, the flayed one, goddess of vampires, huntress of the damned, devourer of the wounded, life drinker.
True name: Sekhmet
Inspiration: A female blood god. Sekaulla is ever thirsty for the blood of the living. Her presence inspires horror and violence. She is seen as a manifestation of divine wrath, killing en mass, as on a battlefield. Sekaulla embodies the folly of war, killing all who engage in bloodshed, blood which she will in-essence devour. She is monstrous and feared, rather than motherly and comforting.
Appearance: No one truly knows what Sekaulla looks like. She is usually merely a terrifying presence, like a force of nature, taking any form she wills out of the blood and carnage in an area. Rivulets of blood miraculously stream together to form a grotesque and dripping body, perhaps a fleshbeast, or once she manifested as a ill-defined swirling dragon of blood, able to fly high above the mortals below, inspiring terror for miles.
To gods, she may appear as a usually faceless woman in red, which upon closer inspection is seen to be liquid blood.
Symbols: A single drop of blood free-falling, flanked by two crescent moons facing away from each other.
Portfolio: Blood
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Servitars: Vampires.
Weapon: Sekaulla herself uses blood as her weapon, like hemokinesis, but she has magic as do all gods. Her priests wield sacred tontfas, but most of her champions use bloodmagic.
Familiar: Wolves.
Followers: Often vampires, but also many humans, and a smattering of other beings who may often find themselves favoring combat as a way of life. Warlike races will bless their weapons to allow the blood they shed to flow to her, least she become angry and favor the enemy. She gives magic to blood mages, has priests to sacrifice for her and direct her followers, and can summon powerful monsters made from blood and freshly dead body parts.
Bio: Sekhmet was an original divine denizen of the underworld long before the clash of the gods. As one of the dark gods, she was at first unknown to those favored by the Creator above. Her influence was meek as they ruled amongst each other until the clash happened. The battle summoned her, fed her, and Sekhmet rose from the underworld, seeping in through the cracks between the planes of reality to engage in the slaughter herself. With each wound, each injury, and each drop of ichor spilt, her power grew, until she formed a colossal dragon of blood so enormous and powerful that she began swallowing lesser gods whole. Blind to alignment, making no distinction between sides, she devoured an endless red sea. Amid such bloodletting and carnage, she was neigh unstoppable, until finally the remaining gods realized their folly and ceased waring amongst themselves long enough to diminish her. When the blood stopped flowing, her power waned, and she fell with Darko back through the planes into the realm of banishment. Here, she consents to his dominion over the underworld and shares in his scheming.
Titles: Goddess of slaughter and carnage, bearer of endless thirst, embodiment of bloodshed, mother of war, red death, blood goddess, the flayed one, goddess of vampires, huntress of the damned, devourer of the wounded, life drinker.
True name: Sekhmet
Inspiration: A female blood god. Sekaulla is ever thirsty for the blood of the living. Her presence inspires horror and violence. She is seen as a manifestation of divine wrath, killing en mass, as on a battlefield. Sekaulla embodies the folly of war, killing all who engage in bloodshed, blood which she will in-essence devour. She is monstrous and feared, rather than motherly and comforting.
Appearance: No one truly knows what Sekaulla looks like. She is usually merely a terrifying presence, like a force of nature, taking any form she wills out of the blood and carnage in an area. Rivulets of blood miraculously stream together to form a grotesque and dripping body, perhaps a fleshbeast, or once she manifested as a ill-defined swirling dragon of blood, able to fly high above the mortals below, inspiring terror for miles.
To gods, she may appear as a usually faceless woman in red, which upon closer inspection is seen to be liquid blood.
Symbols: A single drop of blood free-falling, flanked by two crescent moons facing away from each other.
Portfolio: Blood
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Servitars: Vampires.
Weapon: Sekaulla herself uses blood as her weapon, like hemokinesis, but she has magic as do all gods. Her priests wield sacred tontfas, but most of her champions use bloodmagic.
Familiar: Wolves.
Followers: Often vampires, but also many humans, and a smattering of other beings who may often find themselves favoring combat as a way of life. Warlike races will bless their weapons to allow the blood they shed to flow to her, least she become angry and favor the enemy. She gives magic to blood mages, has priests to sacrifice for her and direct her followers, and can summon powerful monsters made from blood and freshly dead body parts.
Bio: Sekhmet was an original divine denizen of the underworld long before the clash of the gods. As one of the dark gods, she was at first unknown to those favored by the Creator above. Her influence was meek as they ruled amongst each other until the clash happened. The battle summoned her, fed her, and Sekhmet rose from the underworld, seeping in through the cracks between the planes of reality to engage in the slaughter herself. With each wound, each injury, and each drop of ichor spilt, her power grew, until she formed a colossal dragon of blood so enormous and powerful that she began swallowing lesser gods whole. Blind to alignment, making no distinction between sides, she devoured an endless red sea. Amid such bloodletting and carnage, she was neigh unstoppable, until finally the remaining gods realized their folly and ceased waring amongst themselves long enough to diminish her. When the blood stopped flowing, her power waned, and she fell with Darko back through the planes into the realm of banishment. Here, she consents to his dominion over the underworld and shares in his scheming.
"Relax." Asura says "I'm her boyfriend."
Strygwyr hops off of Maka and looks unhappy, not sure of where to go. He seems lost.
@supertinyking
Theta takes it and puts it on "thanks." She says
"....are you sure killing theta is a good idea?" I ask
Asura hugs maka tightly "at least it's over now." He says
Strygwyr growls threateningly at Asura as he attempts to hug Maka.
The sound of sniffing gets closer and closer, and then suddenly a red hound bounds out of ... somewhere and jumps on Maka, pushing her to the ground. Stryggy sniffs again in her face and sighs dejectedly. "... I can't see anything."
I already have an idea what I'm gonna do for an opening.
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