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[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

[Sarah Covenry]
[Downtown Raccoon]
[Tuesday, September 24th, 1998]
Current Location: Jack's Bar

Sarah's Inventory and Stats

[HP 100/100]
[AMMO: None]
Slot 1: empty
Slot 2: empty
Slot 3: empty
Slot 4 Memento: Compact with Makeup and mirror

Sarah rocked gently as she sat at the only table, hugging herself, hiding her face behind a veil of golden tresses. Jack's bar was a dive. There were no booths and just the one rather small table against the wall barely for two. Mostly it was just a number of stools arranged along the long wooden counter top. Dirty white and black linoleum tile covered the floor which and there was the two pinball machines and a payphone. None of which Sarah cared about. The world was ending. It was the end times. It was the rapture and she'd been left behind. The bible had always said that the dead would rise from their graves at the end of the world but she'd always thought that was implied that they were going to be resurrected for judgement. Apparently the truth was far more literal.

She'd come running through the door some time ago and had almost been shot dead by Jack himself with his shotgun. Maybe it was her shrill screams that eased his pull on the trigger but she was alive but it was only a matter of time. Sooner or later, she suspected, the dead would inherit the earth and they'd eventually come across them hiding in the bar.

They were all going to die.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

I'd recommend a good story for why Gallagher has a hand cannon. They're supposed to be rather rare and limited to only dwarves.

I'm thinking about a Sorceress and socialite, a "face man" if you will, who is good at confidence arts and spying.

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

You're not far off! *Lol *. It's an instinct thing. You raise the forearms when you're hustling to avoid dropping purses and shopping bags. You end up looking like a fool.

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

[Sarah Covenry]
[Downtown Raccoon]
[Tuesday, September 24th, 1998]
Current Location: Jack's Bar

Sarah's Inventory and Stats

[HP 100/100]
[AMMO: None]
Slot 1: empty
Slot 2: empty
Slot 3: empty
Slot 4 Memento: Compact with Makeup and mirror

Sarah stepped out of the battered Bravado Gauntlet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The car had seen better days. The orange and black paint was chipped and there was rust around the wheel wells. The driver, the greasy man with an open shirt that revealed far too much hair waved cordially, a satisfied smile on his face. Sarah turned away, brushing her long blonde tresses behind a slender shoulder and quietly folded the bills and placed them within her purse.

She was tired, oh so tired. Even the large golden hoops piercing her earlobes felt heavy. All she wanted to do was go to Jack's Bar, order herself up a stiff drink- or maybe a coffee; she really couldn't decide which- and go home. She'd only taken three steps, her black mules clicking against the sidewalk stones when someone called out.

"You working bitch?"

Sarah sighed. She paused, closed her eyes momentarily and breathed in before turning around with a smile. Gone was the weary young woman who desperately wanted to go home. She had replaced herself with a spunky, vapid woman who wanted nothing but to make a client happy.

"Anything for you sugar," she replied, beginning the time honoured tradition of haggling.

Some minutes later they were in a nearby alley. Her latest client was a cheap bastard, only interested in a quickie which suited her fine. She wasn't interested in finding a motel to properly entertain a "Walk-in special". She was doing her business when the man above her suddenly screamed out in agony. She opened her brilliant blue eyes to spy a teenager, his teeth buried in her client's shoulder. Sarah screamed incoherently, a shrill inarticulate sound of sheer shock and horror. The man also was yelling, in pain and in shock as he was pulled backwards by the teenager and- and- Sarah gaped. The teenager was chewing! Blood squirted from an artery, spraying across the man's face and Sarah saw no more. She had turned and was running back towards the street, her high heels clattering across the pavement, with wild eyes and with arms flailing!

Rebirth: Return of the Dragons!

Actually I'm starting to think of my dragon becoming a billionaire, having a cult and private army of thugs to do his bidding is not going to fit in. Am I correct?

Warcraft scene, anyone?

Here's a thought. Why don't you make the thread a "Jump-in", with or without biographies as you prefer, and just roll with whatever happens?

Advertise it here in a nee interest check and away you go.

Galactic Conquest

How does one deal with the multiple Earth's if there are no alternate universes? Halo, Stargate, Macross and Mass Effect for example all have their own version of Earth.

Rebirth: Return of the Dragons!

@The One

This is, of course, a work in progress. Let me know what you think. I tried to keep the "magic" aspect nebulous to better fit with what you have planned.
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Reign the Shadow Dragon

Name: Reign
Gender: Male
Species: Imperial Great Horned Malachite
Age: Hatchling

Personality: Aggressive to the extreme. Reign is a ruler amongst dragons. While still a hatchling he doesn't quite understand the hunger he feels but it is always there. Eventually he will feel the need to hunt other dragons for their breath weapons and then to enslave other dragons.

Bio: Reign, as an egg, existed inside a collection of ancient artifacts for millennia. He was passed from owner to owner and eventually recognized for what he was. He was worshipped by an ancient cult, constantly stoked with fire while in darkness. Once each month when the moon faded from the night sky completely the cult would chant from the ancient texts. Finally, after hundreds of years he finally hatched and as reward for their service he happily slaughtered all of them and feasted on their flesh. They were all harrowed, he cracked their bones and gnawed upon their marrow all save for a single red headed woman. Of the cult she was deemed of little import but there was something about her, a hunger for power he recognized and felt a kinship to.

Power 1: Breath Weapon Assumption, Reign can eat the heart of another dragon and absorb its elemental breath weapon ability giving him the ability to use any manner of breath weapon except for a raw divine light.
Weakness: Raw Divine Light is doubly as effective against Reign.
Type of Dragon: Shadow Dragon
Family: None that he knows of
Friends:
Sentimental Attachment:
Other:

Reign as a Hatchling:

Rebirth: Return of the Dragons!

Another question... Are there evil dragons? Would our dragons be able to fight against these other dragons, possibly from another more magical world, in addition to hiding from the authorities of our modern world?

Given that idea, maybe the reason our dragons are finally hatching after a thousand or more years is because of magic returning, and the invasion of this other world?

Medieval and Fantasy (Also 1x1 open)

So. Generic modern fantasy? Is there a code, or council that keeps them from killing each other?