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"What if were.. what?" Crawn had a face of mild confusion. He pulled off sunglasses to get a better look at the teen. "Son. You do realize the bug thing was a metaphor right? Like we're not actually-" Christine sharply nudged his arm and cocked her head. "I'll explain it later. I promise but...
Within the dim outskirts of a forgettable village lied a mass of bored and weakened bodies. Kids were playing with torn balls that smelled like pure dread, the women were knitting tirelessly till there fingers could no longer bleed, and one teenage boy (Who now considers himself a man) is...
Crawn clapped his hand and silently cheered. "I also wish for a million dollars and a supermodel girlfriend!" a minute paused before he regained his composer. He stiffened up with the most professional stance he could possibly give before talking. " Good evening Ms...-"
"His name is Lune."...
"look." A tall dark man was loudly crunching chips while strolling the street "All I'm saying is the most important people are in suits so why not make them bulletproof." Next to him was a shorter blond woman following him with a look of dissatisfaction.
"That's stupid. Bulletproof suits don't...
How interesting. though 20 years is not that distant for people to forget... unless it was done on purpose. Also is there anything that makes the Ethari stand out (besides their powers)?
Still, I like the idea. so here's a bio.
Though I have a few questions about the glaive. Is it like a...
made this later then I meant to.. sorry.
Name: Rook
Age: 16
Appearance: bright greenish-blue eyes with matted dirt blond hair. He wears clothing style similar to vyshyvanka( a type of traditional Slavic uniform) that has many pockets and satchels underneath.
Weapon of choice: he carries a...
Interesting... but a few questions.
-whats the setting. i get that it will have a medieval background but is it fantasy or more of a harsh reality deal?
-you mention in the rules no OP powers. but from the character sheet do powers even exist?
-do you have an idea of what the story will be?
-...
Aclava realized she needed to let the situation go. Whatever it was no one wanted so there was no point in pressing. she held onto her glass. trying to think of something to talk about but nothing came to mind. if she wanted to know anything about Tara there was nothing she could think of...
Deep within the large open canyon thrives a long weave of interconnected tunnels. Each tunnel led to several different directions and unless you were familiar with each hole you were bound to get lost. Through this series of interweaved rooms, there is a tower at the very top that looked...
Aclava's eyes met with Tara. If she remembers correctly tara is Soul's sister ... or cousin. She wasn't sure which was which but like Soul, Tara never seemed to be the one hot-headed go doer who would run around and cause mayhem. Hopefully, that meant she would be cautious. Aclava continued to...
Aclava put her hand to her chin and thought about it. Her mask sliding back on. "I am having fun. it's like watching tv." she gazed back at the kids who resumed there idiotic flailing and grinned, Though with her mask on it wasn't really visible. "Fine I'll... get up I guess." and with her drink...
Aclava could see he mouthed something, but decided not to pursue. "So far no one has gone into a fit of rage and nothing on fire. I like it. Dances are definitely not my thing but it could be worse. As for going up there myself." She held up a thumbs down. "Noo thank you" she drawn out her words...
Aclava had a moment to try and figure out who's who under the lights and heavy music. At least she found Asta easy to recognize. "Nice hat." she took of her mask to take a drink of Hawaiian punch. She peered out to everyone causing a ruckus. "What are you doing here? shouldn't you be out there...
Aclava's entrance was unceremonious and barely noticeable, she simply walked int the hall and did not talk to anyone. Not that she would easily be recognized due to her costume. Aclava had created a reimagination of an ancient tribal shaman. Her poncho was beautifully woven with striking red and...
While Aclava quietly walked through the portal it wasn't without a bit of precaution and action to do. she discreetly kicked the roots of a tree and it slightly shriveled. the tree's leaves began to curl and split into tiny bees. it did not take long for a swarm to arise and scattered across the...
Aclava stared deeply into Soul's eyes. Stern and cold, she first asked. "Are you hurt?" she let a moment of silence fill the air as she scanned for any signs of real damage. Then she continued. "That 'Adult' tried to jab a spear through you and you're just going to take her side? For all, we...
As the woman called Hornet talked small traces of flies started to aim towards her head. Staining her luxurious white hair with dark splotches of black bugs and brown tree bark. "F@#k. right off." maybe her irritation made her act as much less compassionate then she should have, but the others...
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