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AstroLu
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You know that feeling you get when you really want to do something but you really don't have the time to do so?
8 yrs ago
Dark Souls stuff sounds pretty cool tbh
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How do I still have this account lmao
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Haven't updated this thing in so long lmao
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Space is the final frontier and the work of the future. I love most of not all sci-fi inspired roleplay. I'm also a fan of some mythos and horror.
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Dante the Great and Powerful
The sweetest thing about death is that you have your life flash before your eyes to relive your memories once more and reflect on what you've done in your lifetime. That wasn't the case for Dante. He just opened his eyes to the world again like he had been slapped back to reality rudely by a Latin mother. At least it was a better alternative than being carved open by a loony. Now that would really suck.
His mind went back the the main focus and thought about where he could possibly be. He looked around and met eyes towards a glimmering city. It was probably a bit far but it wasn't like he was going to make the whole trip on one day or anything. He was exhausted with enough excitement for one day.
He was happy to see all of his stuff in one piece lying lazily on the ground. He opened his satchel to find his liquor holder. It had been filled with some old scotch. He starred at it briefly before putting it away again. "Not today my old friend." He then grabs his briefcase and slings the satchel across his shoulder preparing to make it to the city.
He makes it somewhat far enough into the forest considering his low energy condition. Dante decides that he should just set up camp and rest a bit. He starts unfolding a tripod on the brief case to make a small table. He continues to grab a pack of hotdogs gets a small disposable grill from his bag. All is going well except for one problem: he doesn't have a lighter. Dante groans and shuffles around his bag for his pocket knife. He spends five grueling minutes gathering some tinder and trying to light it with a rock and his small pocket knife. God must have felt sorry for him and an ember was made after all the effort. Dante felt a bit proud about himself for watching that survivor show marathon. At least before he went broke from a dwindling audience. He cares for the ember long enough to make an ok flame. Soon enough, Dante already had two weenies on the grill being tended by a small stick he found.
For that moment, he finally felt relaxed and past the whole incident earlier. It was healthy for him to. All that he was wanting to worry about now we're these fine weenies he's about to grill.
@Burning Kitty
Actually it's Nero Blackstone. A sinning magician from a BO3 zombies map.
Actually it's Nero Blackstone. A sinning magician from a BO3 zombies map.
Name: Dante Morg
Title: Haha none.
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's got symbols seared across his arm cursing him to the town he was at but weird circumstances have their gifts and somehow took him to Phoria while he still wore the marks.
Bear with me here it's hard to find a good magician picture.
Personality: Mostly relaxed individual who doesn't mind company. At least tries to be relaxed as of late. I mean with creepy cultists and weird shit going on around New England you never know what to expect. Not that he has to worry about that now hopefully. He's in a new, strange world with new, strange people. It's probably best to just forget about all the fish people and tentacled horrors. Just push it to the back of your head and you'll do swell. Aside from the threat of being sacrificed by space children of a deity, Dante doesn't have much self esteem issues when it comes to his magic shows which are usually held on a side walk or in an open mic bar.
Ideals: This character believes in a world that can smile and relax a little bit more. This person strives to become the world's most famous magician though isn't doing too good of a job at that.
Biography: Our dearest has been a wandering vagabond for at least 6 years now. Turns out that the whole magician business only works if you're famous or one of the best. At least he kept it running for a while and still does from time to time. Sometimes, he would set up a small performance on the sidewalks of a nice little town in Massachusetts. He would do this to get some money for food and even new supplies when he got lucky.
Unfortunately, Dante was an unlucky, unwilling winner of a sick lottery a local cult held. A spell straight from the Necronomicon seared the left arms of 7 random people in the nice little Massachusetts town. This marked the sacrificial lambs who were to be killed in order for their deity from the stars themselves to rise from the ocean. Now imagine some invisible force searing unintelligible symbols into your skin out of nowhere. That was pretty freaky for Dante but he couldn't afford a doctor so he would just have to deal with it.
As time went on, even stranger shit started happening. Titles from "Missing People Found Liquified" to "A Tentacled Monster Ate My Homework" started appearing all over the local paper. It wasn't until a peculiar man in robes wielding a bronze dagger charged at Dante screaming "Cthulhu fhtagn" like some maniac. Probably because he was one. Dante wasn't about to stop and think about this. He just grabbed his bags and bolted. It didn't help that it was a rainy night either. Dante slipped straight off a small stone bridge and disappeared into the water. It was dark for a few second and then there was light. He wobbled his legs in an effort to stand and saw that it sure as hell wasn't raining anymore. Was he in a field? Where the hell is he?
Powers: Cook some damn good rice with a pressure cooker. Almost always lose in a game of go fish. Knows a few magic tricks that are anything but fantastic. Can barely start a fire.
Weapons: A pocket knife though it's just used as a tool like making a small fire. I mean the briefcase could crack a skull if you swing it hard enough. Same could be said for the pressure cooker.
Equipment: A rabbit skull, a wand that shoots out confetti, two sets of cards, a pressure cooker, 2 disposable grills, 2 packs of hotdogs, half a pound of rice, a briefcase for his magician gear, 5 "smoke bombs" (really just pebbles), a tin can, 12 iodine pills, 3 metal rings, a spool of yarn, 6 handkerchiefs, an oversized king card, a tripod on the briefcase to use it as a small table, a liquor holder filled with old scotch, and a leather satchel for his other stuff.
Universe of Origin: Let's say Call of Cthulhu inspired New England area.
Title: Haha none.
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's got symbols seared across his arm cursing him to the town he was at but weird circumstances have their gifts and somehow took him to Phoria while he still wore the marks.
Bear with me here it's hard to find a good magician picture.
Personality: Mostly relaxed individual who doesn't mind company. At least tries to be relaxed as of late. I mean with creepy cultists and weird shit going on around New England you never know what to expect. Not that he has to worry about that now hopefully. He's in a new, strange world with new, strange people. It's probably best to just forget about all the fish people and tentacled horrors. Just push it to the back of your head and you'll do swell. Aside from the threat of being sacrificed by space children of a deity, Dante doesn't have much self esteem issues when it comes to his magic shows which are usually held on a side walk or in an open mic bar.
Ideals: This character believes in a world that can smile and relax a little bit more. This person strives to become the world's most famous magician though isn't doing too good of a job at that.
Biography: Our dearest has been a wandering vagabond for at least 6 years now. Turns out that the whole magician business only works if you're famous or one of the best. At least he kept it running for a while and still does from time to time. Sometimes, he would set up a small performance on the sidewalks of a nice little town in Massachusetts. He would do this to get some money for food and even new supplies when he got lucky.
Unfortunately, Dante was an unlucky, unwilling winner of a sick lottery a local cult held. A spell straight from the Necronomicon seared the left arms of 7 random people in the nice little Massachusetts town. This marked the sacrificial lambs who were to be killed in order for their deity from the stars themselves to rise from the ocean. Now imagine some invisible force searing unintelligible symbols into your skin out of nowhere. That was pretty freaky for Dante but he couldn't afford a doctor so he would just have to deal with it.
As time went on, even stranger shit started happening. Titles from "Missing People Found Liquified" to "A Tentacled Monster Ate My Homework" started appearing all over the local paper. It wasn't until a peculiar man in robes wielding a bronze dagger charged at Dante screaming "Cthulhu fhtagn" like some maniac. Probably because he was one. Dante wasn't about to stop and think about this. He just grabbed his bags and bolted. It didn't help that it was a rainy night either. Dante slipped straight off a small stone bridge and disappeared into the water. It was dark for a few second and then there was light. He wobbled his legs in an effort to stand and saw that it sure as hell wasn't raining anymore. Was he in a field? Where the hell is he?
Powers: Cook some damn good rice with a pressure cooker. Almost always lose in a game of go fish. Knows a few magic tricks that are anything but fantastic. Can barely start a fire.
Weapons: A pocket knife though it's just used as a tool like making a small fire. I mean the briefcase could crack a skull if you swing it hard enough. Same could be said for the pressure cooker.
Equipment: A rabbit skull, a wand that shoots out confetti, two sets of cards, a pressure cooker, 2 disposable grills, 2 packs of hotdogs, half a pound of rice, a briefcase for his magician gear, 5 "smoke bombs" (really just pebbles), a tin can, 12 iodine pills, 3 metal rings, a spool of yarn, 6 handkerchiefs, an oversized king card, a tripod on the briefcase to use it as a small table, a liquor holder filled with old scotch, and a leather satchel for his other stuff.
Universe of Origin: Let's say Call of Cthulhu inspired New England area.
@Yidhra
Is this alright?
Name: Dante Morg
Title: Haha none.
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's got symbols seared across his arm cursing him to the town he was at but weird circumstances have their gifts and somehow took him to Phoria while he still wore the marks.
Bear with me here it's hard to find a good magician picture.
Personality: Mostly relaxed individual who doesn't mind company. At least tries to be relaxed as of late. I mean with creepy cultists and weird shit going on around New England you never know what to expect. Not that he has to worry about that now hopefully. He's in a new, strange world with new, strange people. It's probably best to just forget about all the fish people and tentacled horrors. Just push it to the back of your head and you'll do swell. Aside from the threat of being sacrificed by space children of a deity, Dante doesn't have much self esteem issues when it comes to his magic shows which are usually held on a side walk or in an open mic bar.
Ideals: This character believes in a world that can smile and relax a little bit more. This person strives to become the world's most famous magician though isn't doing too good of a job at that.
Biography: Our dearest has been a wandering vagabond for at least 6 years now. Turns out that the whole magician business only works if you're famous or one of the best. At least he kept it running for a while and still does from time to time. Sometimes, he would set up a small performance on the sidewalks of a nice little town in Massachusetts. He would do this to get some money for food and even new supplies when he got lucky.
Unfortunately, Dante was an unlucky, unwilling winner of a sick lottery a local cult held. A spell straight from the Necronomicon seared the left arms of 7 random people in the nice little Massachusetts town. This marked the sacrificial lambs who were to be killed in order for their deity from the stars themselves to rise from the ocean. Now imagine some invisible force searing unintelligible symbols into your skin out of nowhere. That was pretty freaky for Dante but he couldn't afford a doctor so he would just have to deal with it.
As time went on, even stranger shit started happening. Titles from "Missing People Found Liquified" to "A Tentacled Monster Ate My Homework" started appearing all over the local paper. It wasn't until a peculiar man in robes wielding a bronze dagger charged at Dante screaming "Cthulhu fhtagn" like some maniac. Probably because he was one. Dante wasn't about to stop and think about this. He just grabbed his bags and bolted. It didn't help that it was a rainy night either. Dante slipped straight off a small stone bridge and disappeared into the water. It was dark for a few second and then there was light. He wobbled his legs in an effort to stand and saw that it sure as hell wasn't raining anymore. Was he in a field? Where the hell is he?
Powers: Cook some damn good rice with a pressure cooker. Almost always lose in a game of go fish. Knows a few magic tricks that are anything but fantastic. Can barely start a fire.
Weapons: A pocket knife though it's just used as a tool like making a small fire. I mean the briefcase could crack a skull if you swing it hard enough. Same could be said for the pressure cooker.
Equipment: A rabbit skull, a wand that shoots out confetti, two sets of cards, a pressure cooker, 2 disposable grills, 2 packs of hotdogs, half a pound of rice, a briefcase for his magician gear, 5 "smoke bombs" (really just pebbles), a tin can, 12 iodine pills, 3 metal rings, a spool of yarn, 6 handkerchiefs, an oversized king card, a tripod on the briefcase to use it as a small table, a liquor holder filled with old scotch, and a leather satchel for his other stuff.
Universe of Origin: Let's say Call of Cthulhu inspired New England area.
Is this alright?
Name: Dante Morg
Title: Haha none.
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's got symbols seared across his arm cursing him to the town he was at but weird circumstances have their gifts and somehow took him to Phoria while he still wore the marks.
Bear with me here it's hard to find a good magician picture.
Personality: Mostly relaxed individual who doesn't mind company. At least tries to be relaxed as of late. I mean with creepy cultists and weird shit going on around New England you never know what to expect. Not that he has to worry about that now hopefully. He's in a new, strange world with new, strange people. It's probably best to just forget about all the fish people and tentacled horrors. Just push it to the back of your head and you'll do swell. Aside from the threat of being sacrificed by space children of a deity, Dante doesn't have much self esteem issues when it comes to his magic shows which are usually held on a side walk or in an open mic bar.
Ideals: This character believes in a world that can smile and relax a little bit more. This person strives to become the world's most famous magician though isn't doing too good of a job at that.
Biography: Our dearest has been a wandering vagabond for at least 6 years now. Turns out that the whole magician business only works if you're famous or one of the best. At least he kept it running for a while and still does from time to time. Sometimes, he would set up a small performance on the sidewalks of a nice little town in Massachusetts. He would do this to get some money for food and even new supplies when he got lucky.
Unfortunately, Dante was an unlucky, unwilling winner of a sick lottery a local cult held. A spell straight from the Necronomicon seared the left arms of 7 random people in the nice little Massachusetts town. This marked the sacrificial lambs who were to be killed in order for their deity from the stars themselves to rise from the ocean. Now imagine some invisible force searing unintelligible symbols into your skin out of nowhere. That was pretty freaky for Dante but he couldn't afford a doctor so he would just have to deal with it.
As time went on, even stranger shit started happening. Titles from "Missing People Found Liquified" to "A Tentacled Monster Ate My Homework" started appearing all over the local paper. It wasn't until a peculiar man in robes wielding a bronze dagger charged at Dante screaming "Cthulhu fhtagn" like some maniac. Probably because he was one. Dante wasn't about to stop and think about this. He just grabbed his bags and bolted. It didn't help that it was a rainy night either. Dante slipped straight off a small stone bridge and disappeared into the water. It was dark for a few second and then there was light. He wobbled his legs in an effort to stand and saw that it sure as hell wasn't raining anymore. Was he in a field? Where the hell is he?
Powers: Cook some damn good rice with a pressure cooker. Almost always lose in a game of go fish. Knows a few magic tricks that are anything but fantastic. Can barely start a fire.
Weapons: A pocket knife though it's just used as a tool like making a small fire. I mean the briefcase could crack a skull if you swing it hard enough. Same could be said for the pressure cooker.
Equipment: A rabbit skull, a wand that shoots out confetti, two sets of cards, a pressure cooker, 2 disposable grills, 2 packs of hotdogs, half a pound of rice, a briefcase for his magician gear, 5 "smoke bombs" (really just pebbles), a tin can, 12 iodine pills, 3 metal rings, a spool of yarn, 6 handkerchiefs, an oversized king card, a tripod on the briefcase to use it as a small table, a liquor holder filled with old scotch, and a leather satchel for his other stuff.
Universe of Origin: Let's say Call of Cthulhu inspired New England area.
So is a Call of Cthulhu inspired origin ok for a character? I'm just finishing some last bits. It's pretty hard to find a good picture for my character.
Alright so I got most of the character finished. All I need is to find a good picture of an over the top magician. Should I post what I have so far?
@Wraithblade6
Looks like we'll be having rice pilaf tonight. I'll try to get started tomorrow.
Looks like we'll be having rice pilaf tonight. I'll try to get started tomorrow.
@Wraithblade6
That's pretty neat to hear. I'm probably just gonna end up being a failed magician who can make some kick ass rice with a pressure cooker.
That's pretty neat to hear. I'm probably just gonna end up being a failed magician who can make some kick ass rice with a pressure cooker.
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