Baconator

Greetings and salutations.

I am quite delicious indeed. And thank you :)

St. Vincent College LGBT Support Group(Romance)

Tony strolled along leisurely through the halls, his psychology folder and notebook under his left arm and his right hand in his pocket. He wore simple tan cargo shorts and a navy blue American Eagle shirt with black DC shoes. His clean shaven face smelled of pollo. Yup, a normal day in the life of a college student. A nice change of pace from his military background. Tony bore the Eagle Globe and Anchor symbol of the corps on his forearm for all to see. The psychology professor had assigned everyone to study a particular group of people and take notes on different behavioral patterns then compare them to the students own train of thought. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he'd imagined his group but eh, what the hell? If he was going to major in the study of the human mind he needed to cover all his bases and, well, homosexuals and all that entail had quite a different way of thinking than he did. He stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. 'wheeeew… here we go Tony. You've been shot before, how bad can this be?' He ran a hand through his hair and reached for the door knob. Upon opening the door the first thing to assault his senses was the abundance of rainbows. Further examination revealed a few pretty hot chicks in here. 'Awesome' he thought.

The Dark Bastion.

His undead features formed what appeared to be a scowl as the last shred of night was obliterated by the rising sun. Raphaezel stood on his balcony for a moment longer before turning and making his way indoors. The Lich glided more than walked, a small cloud of green energy shrouding his feet. If he so chose he could physically walk as the lesser races do but he much preferred this method of traversing his environment. The balcony doors closed on their own the moment he was through the threshold as if they sensed his presence. He glided across the main chamber, which served as his private library, to one of the smaller rooms. Skulls of all kinds lined the walls and the floor held an array of glyphs and ritual symbols. Chained in the center of the room was an unconscious human male, an adventurer of sorts who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Raphaezel tapped the floor with the butt end of his staff and magically amplified the sound. Instantly, the human awoke and began to panic and scream upon laying eyes on the Lich. His face formed a crooked grin and an eerie laugh emanated from his dead lips. He raised a boney hand and a spiraling blast of necromantic energy shot forth and passed through the human, carrying his soul with it as it exited. The lifeless body slumped to the floor and the energy returned to Raphaezels hand. The Lich examined the soul intently. 'Brave.. curious.. cautious….. ah, there it is. Jealousy. All humans possess some darkness in their hearts.' He laughed as he devoured the soul. While not necessary to sustain himself, the darkness of souls tasted something wonderful. The body may prove useful later, or not, after all it was now his property and he would do whatever he felt with it. On that note he glided out of the room and through the main chamber to the exit door. He willed them open and they swung open as if a battering ram had struck. Green smoke poured forth along the floor into the corridor, dissipating past the doors. Perhaps he would visit the shops today. The doors of his lair closed as he glided away.

Greetings and salutations.

Not really new but i was sort of a ghost in the old guild and didn't participate as much as i would've liked. Some of you may remember me as ramennoodles390 but i imagine most of you do not. So this is more of a reintro. Not a whole lot to tell i guess other than I'm deployed overseas at the moment so my posts may be few and far between depending on the availability of decent internet.

The Dark Bastion.

Heh, it seems a little too much like a biker logo to me but as of now i have nothing better so I'm game. Also, Light, i just read your first post in 'The Shift' about dimensions… and it blew my god d**m mind. After the first paragraph my brain just exploded with steam pressure...

The Dark Bastion.

I think my Lich would top the antisocial charts :P but he's nothing if not pragmatic, if interacting with others would gain him more than killing them, he's willing to put up with an annoyance to further his knowledge.

St. Vincent College LGBT Support Group(Romance)

Name: Tony Demarcus
Age: 22
Year: freshman
Major: psychology
Gender: male
Sexuality: Straight
Are you Out?(Y/N): non applicable
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Dark brown

Tony is a bit older than his freshman peers but don't let that fool you. He's a former active duty United States Marine and is quick to silence any 'seniors' that have anything smart to say. Originally from California, Tony is a typical young American adult but with wisdom beyond his years. His hobbies include surfing, gaming, football, and working out. Oh, and partying. He loves a good party. He's 6'1" and 180lbs of solid muscle baby with a tan to match. his hair is kept short and faded, going from a zero at the base of his neck to 4 inches at the top with a slight wave in the front. His appearance is everything a young girl would ever dream of. Tall, dark, and handsome.

The Dark Bastion.

Name; Raphaezel
Age (if applicable); over 200
Race; Lich, formerly human
Race Explanation; An undead human necromancer, who's greed for power and eternal life transformed him into what many would call a monstrosity.
Personality; Raphaezel is what one would expect from a Lich. He is greedy, self centered, and without emotion. He is not a mindless horror however, despite his otherworldly appearance. The Lich is quite intelligent and calculating and values the pursuit of knowledge and power above all else. If it benefits him in his quest for these, he will not hesitate to kill you or use his necromancy to twist you and subjugate you as an undead minion. However he does tolerate the existence of others within the Bastion, procuring from them what he needs to further his studies. Raphaezel considers his undeath a great blessing and looks down upon the living as though they were inferior.

History; His human name is long lost to him, as well as his experiences and memories as a living person. Raphaezel knows only his power and his undeath. He was once a human sorcerer of some renown and benign in all regards until a touch of dark magic drove him to study the arts. The drive became an obsession as he turned to Necromancy wholly, consumed by the desire for power and the allure of eternal life. Sometime in the twilight of his mid life years he discovered the means to gain eternal life that he may further his power. Thus he began the ritual that would snuff the life force from his body and kill him… only to rise again as a superior being of undeath. The need for food, water, air.. these mortal chains no longer bound him nor the weight of time. Unshackled from his bonds he took on the name Raphaezel and for the last two hundred years he has struck fear into the hearts of the bravest men and women. Naturally there are few places a being such as himself would be accepted in the world. It was not out of a need for community or acceptance that lead him to the Bastion but his pursuit of knowledge. What could he learn from the other dark denizens of the Bastion? he would find out. That was nearly half a century ago, he has been a prominent citizen ever since.

Powers/skills; He is a master of Necromancy. Death is his very existence and he commands the dead as if they were extensions of his own body. Raphaezel is also quite adept at elemental sorcery, such as fire, ice, and lighting spells.

Common Inventory; A spell book, although many of his spells do not require the book, more complex rituals need time to prepare. His staff. Like the book, Raphaezels spells do not require it but the staff is an excellent catalyst for simpler spells and a great asset for larger rituals.