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This account is pretty inactive now. But I pop on from time to time to see if anything of interest pops up. I tend to drop out of things with writers block if I find myself lacking in interest, but do try to keep things long=term. Been offline for most of the last 12 months but hoping I might soon find something to get me back in that RP saddle.

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Irvine navigated the back alleys of the town he most frequented as he looked down to the invitation letter. How their messenger had been able to locate him despite his constant movement made him question the integrity of the locals in his head. Though it would do him no benefit to seek payback upon them, how did he even get invited to this place anyhow? The 'Ordinary Mythical Academy' the letter appeared official enough so it was definitely worth checking out, they clearly at least had some knowledge of his lack of social skills, the messenger had merely handed him the envelop and then left without explanation. Irvine pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he adjusted the battered bag strap for the rucksack bearing what few possessions he owned. A field was the designated meeting spot for those who couldn't fly... a field, an open space with little to no objects that would cast any shadows apart from those stood in it. Just the idea of being out in the open was discomforting enough, Irvine tried not to think of how many people might be there, or if there'd be anyone similar to himself.

With walking being his only method of getting there Irvine have been travelling for some time before the destination was in sight. According to the letter the headmaster would be meeting the students that had gathered there to take them to the academy. The location of the Academy itself was clearly nowhere reachable on foot, especially with the ability of flight being a prerequisite of getting their alone. Perhaps however there was other means than flight? Well even if there was Irvine probably didn't have the means of reaching it. As he wondered onto the field he came to an instantaneous stop, a late arrival the field was already packed with different individuals of different types. A shaky sigh departed his lips as he glanced behind him, staring at the shadow that followed his every step. With a small head gesture the shadow warped towards him growing ever shorter, eventually wrapping itself around him a forming a hood that hanged over the front of his face. A slow breaths, and the boy made his approach.

Once he had gotten closer to the main body of people gathered on the field he stopped himself once more, he didn't particularly desire getting much closer than listening distance keeping a good few meters between himself and the closest creature. Irvine glanced over each of them in turn before looking to the ground. An open space like this, it was likely his approach might have drawn some attention, though he hoped it wouldn't be enough for anyone to actually come over and investigate him. Irvine maintained his cloaked shadow, fidgeting with discomfort as he adjusted the rucksacks strap once more. Hopefully he wouldn't have to endure this for too long and he could be either inside a quiet room or down the end of some lightly used hallway.
Cs
Name: Irvine (Shade) Code
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Humanoid
Room Number: 16
Rooming With: Keith Pryce
Alignment: Unaligned - Typically influenced by Neutral & Evil alignment
Appearance: Irvine has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes (couldn't find a image match :( ). In order to complement his personal use of his powers he prefers to wear darker colours of blue's, browns and black to help him blend in more naturally with his most comfortable environments. He always wears a belt that has several leather straps which act as a sort of holster / sheath for his weapon the shadow hilt.



Personality: Irvine is typically a quiet individual who would rather keep to himself than become involved in group activities or discussion. His lack of interactions with other people or species has him sometimes speak his mind without consideration for consequence or feelings. Both of which compound a shy, almost silent attitude of a person who'd rather speak with action than words. Despite this anti-social shell, Irvine will slowly open up as he develops trust for individuals.

Bio: Irvine's past is just short of being a complete mystery with little known about his early childhood or pre-teen life. He never had any direct family and never knew his parents being abandoned as a newborn. All efforts to track down his origins by either himself or others has always resulted dead ends, leading to the current status of any family he does have being a completely unknown variable. Constantly moved between different foster carers Irvine never developed any meaningful relationships, either through a lack of desire or deliberately preventing its on set.

By the time Irvine had come to realisation of his powers he was fending for himself and constantly moving, although typically remaining within a self-designated radius. Within his time alone Irvine grew comfortable with the general lack of being around others, typically hanging around within the constantly dark alleys of busy towns and cities. People who had claimed to see him on multiple occasions grew accustomed to referring to him as 'Shade' due to how his shadow un-naturally stuck to his body as though it was actually him who was the shadow. However despite this phenomenon Irvine has always considered himself human, his ageing and appearance were both that of a human, allowing him to move around easily in general populace. But he couldn't shake the feeling of a faint calling that maybe, just maybe, he was something more.

Power 1: Darkness Manipulation

Likes: Solitude, being in dark or dim-lit environments, observing interactions, combat training
Dislikes: being singled out/targeted, large group interactivity, public speaking

Family: Unknown
Friends: None

Weapon: Shadow Hilt - A hilt for a weapon, which alone or in the wrong hands is completely useless. The hilt serves as a material component, and through the use of his powers Irvine can use it to form basic weapons formed from darkness/shadow energy. Currently he has managed to muster daggers and batons, and when given enough time a short sword. The hilt itself is somewhat dull there's a particular lack of any distinguishing features other than the craftsmanship of the metal that forms it, there's a void within the pommel usually filled with a decorative gem yet on this hilt no such gem is present.
@The One Aye I'm sure, I only listed them as two powers as I was looking at them as different entities. Darkness being more of an energy source and shadows something more belonging to the physical plane. But if they fall under the same category then I'm more than happy with just 1 power.
@The One Fair enough I'll just take the one power then. ^_^
Cs
Name: Irvine (Shade) Code
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Humanoid
Room Number:
Alignment: Unaligned - Typically influenced by Neutral & Evil alignment
Appearance: Irvine has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes (couldn't find a image match :( ). In order to complement his personal use of his powers he prefers to wear darker colours of blue's, browns and black to help him blend in more naturally with his most comfortable environments. He always wears a belt that has several leather straps which act as a sort of holster / sheath for his weapon the shadow hilt.



Personality: Irvine is typically a quiet individual who would rather keep to himself than become involved in group activities or discussion. His lack of interactions with other people or species has him sometimes speak his mind without consideration for consequence or feelings. Both of which compound a shy, almost silent attitude of a person who'd rather speak with action than words. Despite this anti-social shell, Irvine will slowly open up as he develops trust for individuals.

Bio: Irvine's past is just short of being a complete mystery with little known about his early childhood or pre-teen life. He never had any direct family and never knew his parents being abandoned as a newborn. All efforts to track down his origins by either himself or others has always resulted dead ends, leading to the current status of any family he does have being a completely unknown variable. Constantly moved between different foster carers Irvine never developed any meaningful relationships, either through a lack of desire or deliberately preventing its on set.

By the time Irvine had come to realisation of his powers he was fending for himself and constantly moving, although typically remaining within a self-designated radius. Within his time alone Irvine grew comfortable with the general lack of being around others, typically hanging around within the constantly dark alleys of busy towns and cities. People who had claimed to see him on multiple occasions grew accustomed to referring to him as 'Shade' due to how his shadow un-naturally stuck to his body as though it was actually him who was the shadow. However despite this phenomenon Irvine has always considered himself human, his ageing and appearance were both that of a human, allowing him to move around easily in general populace. But he couldn't shake the feeling of a faint calling that maybe, just maybe, he was something more.

Power 1: Darkness Manipulation

Likes: Solitude, being in dark or dim-lit environments, observing interactions, combat training
Dislikes: being singled out/targeted, large group interactivity, public speaking

Family: Unknown
Friends: None

Weapon: Shadow Hilt - A hilt for a weapon, which alone or in the wrong hands is completely useless. The hilt serves as a material component, and through the use of his powers Irvine can use it to form basic weapons formed from darkness/shadow energy. Currently he has managed to muster daggers and batons, and when given enough time a short sword. The hilt itself is somewhat dull there's a particular lack of any distinguishing features other than the craftsmanship of the metal that forms it, there's a void within the pommel usually filled with a decorative gem yet on this hilt no such gem is present.

. o O (Feedback, and/or any changes required greatly appreciated.)
Sorry for the disappearing act guys! I'm currently in process of recovering from a cluster migraine attack, this is the first time in a while that I've been able to sit in front of a screen for longer than 5 minutes. I'll get myself up to speed...
Jake had been watching for approaching worms or disturbances within the sand from their perched haven. "Support teams?" The SeeD asked as he lowered his aim to answer Duncan's question. "perhaps you'd care for a demonstration?" The SeeD simply answered a question with a question as he grabbed the radio once more, turning the receivers volume up for Duncan to listen in. "Overwatch, a demonstration for the strike teams leader. Alpha, Echo, Bravo... on my aim."
"Roger, changing to armour piercing rounds standby... Overwatch ready." Upon hearing the confirmation Jake raised his crossbow once more and fired randomly out onto the desert sand, the small explosion that followed was enough to disturb the surface as a Sand Worm burst up expecting to catch a un-suspecting prey. Flashes in the distance, the local cliff range and the prison were followed by consecutive piercing of the sand worms body as it dropped flat against the floor. "Galbadia Garden fights from the shadows, to brings its enemies to the light." Jake stated to Duncan with a smile. A struggled flinch from the Sand Worms body welcomed the final kill shot.
"Confirmed kill."

"We've also got vehicles waiting on the outer perimeter but..." The SeeD shook his head. "That means going back the way we came." Upon hearing Xerox's suggestion Jake spoke up again. "Overwatch has the area well covered, provided we keep within a group they should be able to hold off any worms that got close with alternative fire. We can use explosives to keep the less intelligent ones from the path. Make it back to the vehicles, get the hell outta here." The SeeD reloaded his crossbow as he waited for additional input from the others, after all a plan can only work if everyone is on board with it.
In Fallen 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Lance Hellbourne
Age: 25
Appearance:



Lance Hellbourne has a thin build and stands at 6'6" he dual-wields short swords which are typically sheathed either side of his waist when not in combat. He has short bark brown hair and sea green eyes. Clad in lightly patched leather armour to allow for flexibility and ease of movement in combat situations. His left boot has a side sheath containing a small dagger for very personal confrontation.

Equiptment, if any:

2x steel short swords (sheathed either side of the waist)
leather body armour (worn)
1x steel dagger
coin pouch
Interested. Don't currently have anything overly active. Although due to the full time job one post a day will probably be the most I can muster.
The sand worm attack had come as a most fascinating surprise to Jake, he'd heard stories from Overwatch reports but most of them were discarded as being merely rumours. The Galbadian SeeD calmly observed the creatures that had easily surrounded the area as he reached for his PDA. Just as the SeeD was about to snap a shot of one of the creatures, an explosion cause by one of the turncoat soldiers had thrown the dusty sand into the line of sight. As the worms thrashed about Jake snapped several quick shots before raising the PDA close to his mouth. "Update Bestiary, entry: Sand Worm." The electronic tune of confirmation could barely be made out in the commotion. "Interesting creatures eh Duncan?.... Mr Fenwick?" The SeeD turned to look at where Duncan had been only to see, like most of the other SeeD he had already made a break for safety. With a sigh Jake glanced and took count of who was yet to start moving before making a dash for it himself.

As the SeeD ran across the desert to safety, he kept himself apart from the others to maintain their spread out formation. The ground rumbled as Sand Works split up and pursued their desired meals. As the quaking gradually became strong Jake stopped himself before taking several leaps back as a worm burst up beneath his route. "Aeroga!" The spell blasted a wall of sand up between Jake and the worm as he circled round the diversion as the creature predictably lunged through the barrier to find its prey had already departed. The SeeD wasted little time scurrying up the rock formation once he'd caught up to the others. "Overwatch if you're seeing this we may be needing some fire support once everyone's regrouped." In the distance the SeeD just barely made out the flicker of light being bounced from the sniper team members scopes, they were ready to act should the need arise, though until the team were gathered in one spot opening fire on the large targets carried to much risk. The SeeD readied his crossbow with one of the modified explosive bolts, carefully watching for an opportunity to plant one within a worms mouth should it present itself.
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