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    1. Wraithblade6 12 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current 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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I made that character completely expecting not to be allowed to play. That always happens to me.
The young one spoke up, inappropriately, and just like the others was only trying to cause trouble. Mithias knew there was no way to control his family's rude behavior. "She is a member of my family. I can compliment her if I wish."

Edit: I just realized Alistair didn't sire Trixie, so Mithias is only technically related to Alistair.
You saw me? Oh shit. Uh... I am not sure if I would join or not. What kinda character are you guys looking for?
@WeepingLiberty Hi. God. What kind of poor, shoddy shacks do you people on this website live in? You're not the first person I've heard say their internet is powered by a hamster in a mouse-wheel and it rains in their living room. Anyway, I'll throw a CS in. I hope it's at least interesting.



Name: Damien

Age: 19

Gender: m

Personality: Split personality. The dominant side is quiet, patient, caring, honorable, and friendly. The Other side is violent and hateful, paranoid and darkly pessimistic.

Bio: Another bad family. His biological father was an alcoholic looser and was divorced from his mother when Damien was a baby. The new stepfather never really wanted him and raised him with verbal abuse and gave him very little. He didn't really care that Damien made it out of highschool with good marks and wanted to go to college. Currently, Damien is a freshman at a cheap state school trying to make something of his life and find meaning. He's a good heart deep down, but kinda angry at the world. He has serious trust issues.

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Animal Form: He's a looser human.
Psychic Strength: he did some fencing in highschool.
Other: He has no idea vampires exist.
*fades into shadows*
*gets popcorn*
lol I got some good ideas for unholy death powers. That, plus Darko's generals and armies and monsters etc, means Calcifer had better be seriously badass, or his resurrection will be short lived.

Hello Ven.

The key to an rp being alive is...

actually being alive. Go post people.
Mithias took a seat at the table as directed. He leaned back, appearing comfortable yet polite. He listened to Adelisa who seemed rather young, but youth itself was not a crime. Alistair was already stirring Praetor's ire, which was not very considerate behavior for a guest. If this ended up as a bloodbath, it would be a long time before Mithias attended any more of their parties. Morven appeared stoic, as per usual, but the paint was different. What she had to say would always be interesting. Trixy was looking fashionably presentable. Mithias saw it as an opportunity to take a stab at Alistair, and so he told her so. "Beatrix, you look marvelous in that dress."
She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet....

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Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose.

For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."

Shit I said I'd post in here didn't I?
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