Not to mention the fact that adding pictures would take up a ton more room. But if y'all insist, I'll go back and add them.
Not to mention the fact that adding pictures would take up a ton more room. But if y'all insist, I'll go back and add them.
Thanks, Lillian Thorne, for my Signature and Avatar!
Blood-Chapter I: The Inferno, Act II "Dead Ends" OOC- A fantasy Magic-based roleplay.
The deepest shadows are always cast by the brightest lights.
Kiga is a mountain spirit, basically.
That part is gruesome O.o
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I WILL BE GONE MOST SATURDAYS AND A GOOD HUNK OF SUNDAYS
Lets let Warden post, I feel we posted a bit much without him.
HELLO ALL
Warden of War has told me there is one spot left in this RP SO I TAKING THAT SUCKA
Name: Mark Widren
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:
Cause of Death: Spider bites. Lots of them. All it took was one thing left on the floor for him to trip over, breaking several glass cases full of poisonous spiders.
Personality: Mark heavily focuses on whatever it is that interests him. Studying it, finding out how it works. How it reacts to things, how things react to IT. Most of the time it's venomous animals, through he has drabbed in other things form time to time. He needs things to be quiet, and gets quite irate when things are loud. When it comes to others, he's not the most social of people, and has a habit of putting others down, but he can get along fine with them. He's also a man of science, and partly due to this, he carefully plans out his actions. He often finds himself not caring for other's problems, unless they're something he can directly fix. In which case he does, even if it's partly for an ego boost.
But most of all, he exists to learn. In life, he would spend most of his time read sciences texts, dabbling in history and the occasional mythology. He also enjoys taking a very "hands on" approach to all things, finding himself to be the most reliable person.
However...he does this all in a very creepy manner. Deep breathing, constantly slouched, a near constant fidgeting and moving his hands when not working on something.
Strengths: He's smart. Very smart. He has a decent amount of knowledge in several fields, most of all various poisons and venoms. His other main strength is his uncanny ability to be hidden. If he has enough time to prepare, he could be in the same room of you for days without you noticing. However, this requires planning, and not something he can do on the fly.
Weaknesses: If he notices something that peaks his interests, he's incredibly likely to lose focus on what he's "supposed" to be doing, and instead focuses solely and what he "wants" to be doing. He's also one to prove others wrong when they be little him, causing him to be easily manipulated. He's also incredibly physically weak, a single punch being enough to floor him, and keep him done.
Short Bio: Mark was born an normal boy, but when young, he soon become ill. Through it passed with time, he found no strength to live his room besides for things like school. So he read, having nothing else to do. And, wouldn't you know it, he read a book about spiders. And his reading of this book revealed two things to him. Learning....was good. It was fun, and it made him feel good. He wanted to learn more. And the second thing was that he really liked spiders.
And so begun his life of near constant study. He would often shut himself in his room for hours, scanning upon books upon books upon books, learning all that he could. If his parent ever tried to come in and drag him out, he would just hide, and while that failed the fist number of times, he soon became quite skilled at it.
When he become old enough, he left his parent's home, and got himself a job. And using his money, he brought various texts, but soon found....he was getting bored. He realized that just reading had grown old, it was time to USE his knowledge. So, he begun to purchase..."specimens", his home soon becoming full oddities. And, of course, he bought plenty of spiders to buy and keep as pets. But one day, late at night, a tired Mark dropped some things. Reaching down to pick them up, he did not notice the one beneath his foot. So, upon standing up, he tripped forward, right into his various spider cases. Not liking that, the spiders bit, filling him with poison.
He was, at first scared. He didn't want to die, of course, he had so much else to do! To learn!
But, he realized something. What if there existed an afterlife? Why....he wouldn't need to worry about death anymore then! Nor eating, or sleeping! He would have all that time for increasing his knowledge, what a wonderful thing! And with that thought, he was soon facing death not onyl with bravery, but with excitement, fully welcoming death's cold grip, even demanding it come faster.
OH GEEZE IS IT GOOD ENOUGH?
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