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Frozen Dungeons

William Looked up at the presence of a stranger, a woman in such regal clothing was a rarity in these parts. She must have been from a kingdom. initially, he would have no interest in speaking to strangers, but the oddity of her appearance in these parts and in the dire situation that the world was in made him curious none the less, perhaps she was of some help. He would get up, walking over to the table, and eyeing the dog carefully, as his draconic blood has often triggered the warning growls of many companional beasts in the past. "Pardon me, miss." He spoke almost bluntly and in a casual matter despite her easily passing as a royal or noble. "Do you mind if I ask who you are and what your doing in a dying town such as this?" He didn't sit down to her table, he had limits to his rudeness and did not want to risk making her dog further upset. He wasn't here to make enemies after all, but friends weren't really his target either. Relationships in general was a chore to keep up with. "You wouldn't happen to be here to assist, would you?"

Frozen Dungeons

Lazarus, The Surviving Village Capitol

A capitol that has risen from Dwarves and humans alike after the first decade of eternal winter. The villagers keep warm with plenty of firewood and the Dwarves craft excellent metal tools and weapons to help the hunters bring in food, as the village is built over a vast and expanding mining shaft that was dug up soon after the village's start. Here the local tavern was the liveliest place of the apocalypse. Civilians drank their sorrows away, ladies of the night would come to flirt with the hardworking men after a long day's work, and beer has become a thriving luxary. It was a small settlement, but the stone walls built around it helps keep it secure despite being on the outskirts of the Ragadell, the Dwarven capitol kingdom. In the bar, various pelts and mounts of previous game such as the heads of bores and dears were plastered on the walls, bear rugs seated under every wooden table. Tonight the bar was a bit lonely due to their being an especially harsh snowstorm out. It was 12 in the morning now, three local drunks at the far corner and Miss Reina, a wood elf, which was a rarity to see in these parts, still held her occupation as a bartender.

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William Drakkenshire

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William was seated at another corner, drinking a pint of water as he wasn't in the mood to drink. Volcanic earthquakes and marching through lava was never an issue for William, nor was it fatal, even the dragons weren't as bad in comparison to this. The bitter cold of what had became of most of the world was too much to bear for the heat-loving dragon worshiper. Besides, few dragons were acclimated to cold conditions, almost exclusively the obvious ice dragons that would perhaps thrive now.

His staff was at his side, and his brown cloak covered his body completely, his face obscured from view, not even his glowing brown eyes could be viable. Though when he would take sips his chin and lower lips were in view by the torch lights. He was contemplating on what to do now, perhaps he should just turn back, go to the one place that isn't a frozen wasteland and hope that the dragons there don't eventually eat him. He'd rather take his chances with the beasts he shares an ancestral link to then these bloody demons, especially the head of which, Faust, the very source of the winter plague.

Frozen Dungeons

William Drakkenshire

18

Human Druid

Male

William Drakkenshire is a 5'10 male with pale white skin and a thin, almost frail build. His eyes are as brown as his spiky hair, and he has a birthmark along his right eye of a magic rune that is the link between himself and the ancestral dragons that follow him. He has a medium sized nose, small pale lips, and a slightly rectangular head.

He typically sports a brown, foot length tunic with a hood that can cast a shadow over his face entirely. The cloak is worn over a white cotton button-up shirt with long sleeves, and brown baggy work trousers. He also wears light sandals despite the harsh terrain and climate.

William comes down from an ancient line of druids that held their lives in the peaks of drake valley, said to be the last refuge of the everlasting dragons. Dragons themselves, even in such a hostile environment, are extremely rare and widely vary in appearance, form, and power, with only having in common their ancestor, affinity towards fire, and being reptiles. Their unique ancestory has been linked to these druids, who have specified their magic through their lineage to be in tune with various deceased yet powerful dragon spirits that have for one reason or another, watch over them. It should be noted that it is rare for dragons to achieve the sentience, let alone benevolence, to willingly accept such a rite. The last of his lineage, Drake has grown up with two dragon spirits, Ouroboros and Niddhoggr, both of which have granted William both unique and generic draconic spells and power. The region of Drake valley itself is a volcanic jungle, that even with the winter and lessened sun, the land remains volatile boiling with rivers of molten rock for the cold to penetrate. Leaving the ironic refuge that drake valley has become, if not for the dangerous volcanic activity and the wildlife, namely the surviving dragons, that not even the demons dare to conquer, Drake ventures to visit the crippled and dying kingdoms and has decided to put an end to the winter plague and Faust himself, confident in his power of dragons.

Enhancement

He has qualities that resembles that of a mythological dragon. He cannot be burned by any conventional or extreme temperature or source of heat, however this does not include other factors from heat-based sources and weaponry, such as explosive force. This resistance has so far proven that he can stand and even submerge in molten iron without evidence to injury or discomfort aside from destroying his clothes and anything else on his person. Despite his slim appearance, he is deceiptively strong, capable of lifting a half of a ton.
His glowing eyes seem to allow him to see even in the darkest of rooms, though it also gives away his presence.

Current Spells

Blessing of the Sky Tyrant

Sprouts a pair of bat-like wings along his back. He can also grow a reptilian tail with a naturally barbed tip with this ability as well.

Song of Seething

He can Breath jets, or an explosive projectile of fire. The jet-like stream has a range of 9 meters while the projectile variant has an effective range of 15 meters and has the explosive force of a frag grenade.

Niddhoggr's Union

Transforms his hand/hands into 3 foot-long head/heads of afire-breathing dragon. These heads can also spew flames in the same matter as the above ability, as well as having a bite-force strong enough to bend iron.

Roar of the Dragon

Performs a roar-like shout that can create an AoE of strong force up to 8 meters.

Armor of the Scalelord

He can grow reptilian plated scales over his body that have a durability that can rival steel, as well as powerfully sharp claws that can dig into iron.

Ouroboros's guard

He can summon a temporary partial spiritual manifestation of Ouroboros, who will often take the appearance of either one or multiple serpentine dragons that will either surround and protect William, or lash out to attack.

Equipment: A staff that helps him attune with his draconic powers and for walking.

Personality: He is a quiet, sarcastic and passive aggressive individual when it comes to people he hasn't warmed up to. Though he may open up more he will tend tend to have a sort of teasing personality.

Frozen Dungeons

Name: William Drakkenshire

Title/nickname: Billy the Druid/The Dragon Druid

Appearance:
William Drakkenshire is a 5'10 male with pale white skin and a thin, almost frail build. His eyes are as brown as his spiky hair, and he has a birthmark along his right eye of a magic rune that is the link between himself and the ancestral dragons that follow him. He has a medium sized nose, small pale lips, and a slightly rectangular head.

Outfit description: He typically sports a brown, foot length tunic with a hood that can cast a shadow over his face entirely. The cloak is worn over a white cotton button-up shirt with long sleeves, and brown baggy work trousers. He also wears light sandals despite the harsh terrain and climate.

Age: 18

Race: Human Druid

Gender: Male

Backstory: William comes down from an ancient line of druids that held their lives in the peaks of drake valley, said to be the last refuge of the everlasting dragons. Dragons themselves, even in such a hostile environment, are extremely rare and widely vary in appearance, form, and power, with only having in common their ancestor, affinity towards fire, and being reptiles. Their unique ancestory has been linked to these druids, who have specified their magic through their lineage to be in tune with various deceased yet powerful dragon spirits that have for one reason or another, watch over them. It should be noted that it is rare for dragons to achieve the sentience, let alone benevolence, to willingly accept such a rite. The last of his lineage, Drake has grown up with two dragon spirits, Ouroboros and Niddhoggr, both of which have granted William both unique and generic draconic spells and power. The region of Drake valley itself is a volcanic jungle, that even with the winter and lessened sun, the land remains volatile boiling with rivers of molten rock for the cold to penetrate. Leaving the ironic refuge that drake valley has become, if not for the dangerous volcanic activity and the wildlife, namely the surviving dragons, that not even the demons dare to conquer, Drake ventures to visit the crippled and dying kingdoms and has decided to put an end to the winter plague and Faust himself, confident in his power of dragons.

Skills/magic/powers: As a dragon shaman, he can use various spells to mimic that of a dragon.

Enhancement

[i]He has qualities that resembles that of a mythological dragon. He cannot be burned by any conventional or extreme temperature or source of heat, however this does not include other factors from heat-based sources and weaponry, such as explosive force. This resistance has so far proven that he can stand and even submerge in molten iron without evidence to injury or discomfort aside from destroying his clothes and anything else on his person.
Despite his slim appearance, he is deceiptively strong, capable of lifting a half of a ton.

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His glowing eyes seem to allow him to see even in the darkest of rooms, though it also gives away his presence.[/i]

Ability

His abilities also reflect that of a mythological dragon, though it seems to be a mixture of temporary morphological transformations and firepower. So far he has proven to do the following;

Blessing of the Sky Tyrant

Sprouts a pair of bat-like wings along his back. He can also grow a reptilian tail with a naturally barbed tip with this ability as well.

Song of Seething

He can Breath jets, or an explosive projectile of fire. The jet-like stream has a range of 9 meters while the projectile variant has an effective range of 15 meters and has the explosive force of a frag grenade.

Niddhoggr's Union

Transforms his hand/hands into 3 foot-long head/heads of afire-breathing dragon. These heads can also spew flames in the same matter as the above ability, as well as having a bite-force strong enough to bend iron.

Roar of the Dragon

Performs a roar-like shout that can create an AoE of strong force up to 8 meters.

Armor of the Scalelord

He can grow reptilian plated scales over his body that have a durability that can rival steel, as well as powerfully sharp claws that can dig into iron.

Ouroboros's guard

He can summon a temporary partial spiritual manifestation of Ouroboros, who will often take the appearance of either one or multiple serpentine dragons that will either surround and protect William, or lash out to attack.

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Equipment: A staff that helps him attune with his draconic powers and for walking.

Personality: WIP

Frozen Dungeons

The Decree of the Dark King Faust

The land of Verad was once a prosperous green continent ripe with several kingdoms enjoying times of peace. Monsters were few and rare, merchants were prosperous in trade, and weather has been near-perfect for hundreds of years. However it is always calm before the storm.

Two decades ago, the great demon king Faust rose from his shackled prisons and returned to the mortal plane, starting his conquest on the super continent came with him a bitter curse of cold, an eternal winter set upon the land. The cold weather killed crops and unprepared animals and people alike, monsters that can survive the extreme temperatures and lack of much sun rose in chaos in response, and all the while the demon king amasses various thralls and loyal cultists, setting up dungeons to imprison the very chains that sealed him. The valadesh chains greated by the great witch herself Grendell had once completely sealed the demon, and is of now the only known way to permanetely rid of his dangers to the world. With the chains being severed into several parts and guarded in high security dungeons filled with cultists, monsters and savage animals, chosen thralls of the demon himself as well as many corrupted or spawned creations of Faust to guard the treasure. It was unlikely for any hero to rise to the occasion, the quests were too steep, land too cold and dangerous. Hope was lost as the last strongholds of what survived of the four kingdoms of Verad slowly fade away from volatile weather, attacks of the undead, and rampaging monsters both wild or wicked alike. Other threats loom too, such as other demons like ba'alrogue and a merfolk insurgency.

The char sheet

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Fantasy Seven [Seven Deadly Sins RP - Open to Extras]

I will decorate this if it is at least accepted for a possible use in the rp.

Another Wrath char to consider

Name: Drake Avalon
Age: 18
Kingdom: Reijar
Height: 6'0
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair Color: Blackish-brown
Eye Color: Blue
Gender: Male
Written Appearance: Drake Avalon is a fairly muscular, pale skinned traveler of the Reijar kingdom. His eyes are of a crimson shade, and that some say glow faintly like a dim candle. Much of his moderately detailed features and facial structures could be described as that of a young Nordic or Germanic tribe member, slightly angular and well shaped. His hair however, is in contrast messy and spiky, covering over his forehead and down to his neck, and it is an almost black shade of brown. He typically wears a green and red tunic/cloak with a hood that can cast and overshadow over his face. Beneath that cloak is a leather, iron studded armor with plated boots, leggings, chest, and shoulder-pads.

Brand Appearance: A Black emblem of a dragon's neck, head, and a pair of wings in a simplistic design located on the back of both hands.

Personality: Despite being inclined to wrath, Drake is a very silent individual, his aggression is at first, more lenient towards passive aggressive anger. Self conscience of his own destructive anger and how easy he is to provoke he tries to manage such extreme outburst in sarcasm, off-hand comments, subtlety rude behavior, and releasing his anger on healthier outlets then murder such as blowing up a rock or punching a wall every now and then. Not only is he quiet, but he also refuses to speak about his problems with anyone let alone open up any vulnerable side to people, even if they reach out to him. However if angered enough, his darker side will start coming out, the more typical and expected angry shouting and savage blood lust for retribution of his ire become his note worthy traits after a certain threshold of anger and annoyance, a personality that slowly and slowly boils and unfolds into that of a true dragon. An increasing narcissistic and wrathful persona develops whenever his passive aggressive control can no longer quell and bottle up his issues, a result of any form or combination of negative emotions that overflow his method of control. At the very peak of this anger, one could swear he is either some sort of demon or wild animal, with a blind lust for destruction, blood lust, and rage.

Background: The Reijar kingdom were notorious dragon slayers, many of their most prided knights have gotten their rank from personally slaying a type of dragon, it is customary to do so. Most do not succeed, as many dragons are notorious for being considered one of the most powerful natural forces of the world. It is certainly not easy for a fire breathing reptilian monstrosity to be slain, regardless of its form, size, or strength compared to other individual dragons.
Drake, was born in a family of nobles, who were customary to send their non-first sons into the practice and employment of knighthood, like all the other noble families of the kingdom. Since his birth though, other families would gossip of the 'demon child' or the 'dragon boy', while his true power was yet to be realized by yet, his short temper even at a young age and the strange birthmark that was his brand gave many the ideas that he was an omen, or a demon child. Many said that he would end the kingdom with an army of dragons, or he would turn into a dragon himself. When he was 16, he was sent early for his age to slay a dragon and prove his loyalty to the crown of Reijar. Its not as though he had a choice, as if he refused the kingdom's disdain for him would only increase to untrusting levels.
When he encountered his dragon, the first response from the beast was a breath of flames, that much to both of their surprise, did not bother Drake at all. And after brief confusion, the dragon simply trampled and crushed drake to near-death shortly after. To make the story short, he failed, unable to slay the beast. Yet, the beast did not kill him, strangely enough, after shattering his arm and brusing the rest of his beaten body, the dragon simply turned away, leaving Drake there, who walked back to the kingdom in defeat.

Having failed his quest, and the fact that he was spared by the dragon rousing much suspicion, the king of reijar himself ordered the arrest of both Drake and his family. They were to be executed, first his parents, last the omen child. Enraged at the death of his parents, Drake erupted years of suppressed social abuse in the form of his unique power of a sin. His wrathe transformed him into what his own people feared, and in his draconic rage, escaped his cell and trampled over many frantic guards and even bathing the king himself in flames before flying off and away from the source of his eternal anguish. Since then, he has wandered the land, in search of purpose.

Weapon: A steel shortsword that had survived with him since his days as a knight is all that he has to defend himself.

Ability: Dragonic Fury
Drake has the power to transform into a full-on typical dragon at full potential. Granting him unique traits more-so then an actual power, even among other sins. In full transformation he has:
Iron-hard scales,
Powerful strength in porportion to a 70 ft long dragon
Flight,
Fire-breathing and other minor forms of fire manipulation (Limited to creating flames directly from his body, such as igniting his own body in flames, or creating a ball of fire in a hand.)
Undefined heat resistance (Cannot be burned, even at extreme temperatures from lava or intense energy, however he isn't per say, immune to fire indefinetly. Other factors such as an explosive force of a fireball can still affect him)

However, his power has several other limits.
-cold conditions and ice or water based attacks and factors can weaken or nuetralize his fire power, limiting to his non-fire based natural weaponry and strength.
-He cannot fully transform unless he reaches the pinnacle of his 'anger' threshold, which can only be reached through intense tragedy, or, excessive and long-endured abuse. Essentially making him impossible to use his full strength until after either a very long lasting fight or struggle, or if something say, someone close to him dies.
-Being a 70 ft long beast makes him a large target, and also hinders flexibility and speed despite being able to fly.
-While most of his scales are as hard and durable as iron, the pale scales along his underbelly are just as vulnerable as human flesh in terms of durability.

However even if he isn't enraged, he can perform minor transformations. Namely he can temporary grow wings, form scales over his skin, grow a spear-like reptilian tail, grow claws over his hands and feet, turn his hands into fire-breathing dragon heads, or spitting flames from his mouth. Otherwise, at his base form he is limited to the standard demigod's physical enhancements.

Fantasy Seven [Seven Deadly Sins RP - Open to Extras]

Damn, looks like the most noteworthy traits of a dragon I.E. Wrath, Greed, and pride are all taken. Do you mind if I make a wrath sheet anyway as a backup if the current wrath drops out?
@Holy Soldier

Era of Epoch (Open and Accepting)

Barebones race submission of stats and traits.

Race: Gorgas

Average height: 9-18 ft.

Average weight: 805-1,237 lbs.

Stats:

Intelligence: 1

Health: 4

Dexterity: 1

Strength: 7

Constitution: 4

Natural Armor: 5

Lifespan: 240 years

Racial Abilities

+ Cannot be burned by any degree of heat, this does not include other damages resulted from heat-based weaponry such as the explosive force of powerful plasma guns, however no molecule of their body can be seemingly burned, melted, or otherwise damaged by extreme natural temperatures, even those of magma or medium ranked plasma weapons, but can still be obliterated by high end beam weaponry namely Blazing and Sun.

+ They can fly with their powerful wings in gravity around earth's level or less.

+ They can breath flames from their mouth that is hot enough to melt steel.

+ They have a natural spear-like tip on their tail, sharp claws on all six limbs; I.E. Hands, feet, and tail, and have a jaw-strength that can bend iron bars.

+ They have a great sense of smell and vision, their eyes glow like dim candle flames in dark lighting, essentially allowing them to see in the dark.

Racial Downsides

- Being coldblooded they cannot tolerate cold temperatures, nor are they acclimated to anything but tropical or extreme heat environments. They get disadvantage at any degree below room temperature, at temperatures either near, at, or below freezing I. E. 45 F or lower, without any sort of protection from the cold can be fatal.

- The paler scales along the front chest, and underside of the body are half as durable as the rest of their natural armor.

- Their awkwardly large hands make it nearly impossible for them to wield conventionally weaponry or equipment made by other races. They are for the most part, forced to use their natural weaponry in addition to whatever primitive equipment or make-shift armor they can craft with natural elements, such as a stone spear or minimal iron-cast armor. The only exceptions are any very fortunate and very wealthy individuals who could receive custom-made equipment from engineers, as they themselves are too primitive to make their own advanced technology gear.

- While they have a strong sense of smell with their forked tongue foul-smelling chemicals and other strongly odored scents aside from rotting flesh can irritate them, giving them temporary disadvantage.

- Their large size can make it difficult to maneuver in even the average sized hallways or rooms of smaller races without having to crawl or hunch over.

-They take a very long time to mature, about 60 years. This also makes them effectively lowly populated.

The Gorgas Mercenary

Name: Jackal Westari

Age: 94

Race: Gorgas
9'5" in height, 821 lbs.

Career: Mercenary

Bonus and credits

3000 credits

+2 career bonus roll

uneducated - low labor skills.

under armed - you don't come off as equipped for a lot of combat

Racial - the fact you can shrug off most beams is quickly brought up to interested partials. This gets you some work

Big and Scary - sometimes that's all you need. Get a lot of jobs as debtor or guards for crooks easy.

Age - you're equipment is simple and you don't have the culture of wealth importance. You save up a tidy, but modest sum through your years.

Starting Points: 25

Backwater planet - you're not unequal but even combat tribal skills don't translate well to space.

No formal Education - you didn't get exposed to a lot intellectually.

Explorer- you've been around.

Age- Old or not by your races standards, 80 years is enough time to get youthful recklessness beaten out of your head.

Eager Mercenary - Being bought by anyone really forces you to experience different thinking and personality skills.

Side Effects: Home and Away: The warrior like nature of your people and your human to gorgas discrepancy means that other gorgas security and mercenaries actively go out of their way to try and engage in combat with you. Even to the point of doing work at greatly reduced pay.

Identified: Mercenary take a lot of jobs, sometimes not for good people. Even unknowingly. You've never been to jail but there is a question or if you should be. Security notice you more and may harass you from time to time. Don't ever expect friendly and quick service at pass gates.

Personality: Jackal was born a runt of the litter, though even being smaller then the lowest average Jackal is still a fierce monster in combat. He follows much of the race's ideology of honor. While he works as a mercenary, he refuses to work for tasks that would involve shady business. He is more so a wandering soldier. He loves the thrill of 'hunting', as he treats targeted enemies as 'prey' in a sense. However, he is quick to develop a 'brotherly' companionship with allies. As part of his honorable ideology, those that he is allied with are often treated initially as friends, and he is strictly against any sort of idea that would suggest betraying an ally. Those that break his trust will be the victims of unrelenting fury. He is of little words but of much action, though he isn't shy to converse with others if prompted to do so. Outside of his friends however, he has a thrill of violence and bloodshed, especially with the thought of consuming the raw flesh of his enemies.

Background: Jackal was much smaller then most Gorgas, and as such, he was treated as a runt by the rest of his kin on his home planet. Seeking better treatment he took to the stars to explore the stars and make a name for himself in the likes of other factions, be it friend or foe. However so far his jobs have been minimal effort and not very influential. It is difficult to find those that are even willing to calmly speak to Jackal, who even as a runt towers above most other intelligent races.

Faction Relations: N/A while he has performed some tasks for smaller groups of pirates and even joined different mercenary groups, he has no proper influence with any of the large and important factions as of yet.

Equipment:

Head
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He has an iron-cast helmet that offers more so of decoration then protection, as his tough scales are just as durable as the gear.

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Chests

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He has an iron-cast chest piece that does protect his vulnerable, soft scales on his front facing torso, a pair of iron leggings, and a traditional leather belt of his culture. (as seen in the photo) Which were all hand crafted and smelted by Jackal himself and his fire-breath.
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Weapons
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He has a steel wrist-shield the shape of a triangle and a large 7 ft steel sword that were also hand-made and large enough to fit the large proportions of the Gorgas.

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Augmentations/medical robots and genetic alterations.

N/A
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Tools
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N/A

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BackPack
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3 large hand-crafted canteen bottles, packets of several various meats of unknown origin, like an amalgamation of flesh from aliens he has killed in the past and storing for consumption with an abundance of salt as a preservative for the meat. He also has a pendant with a frame of his home planet's sun that has a serpentine dragon coiling around it, a religious symbol.

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Era of Strained Détente

Who wants a Commonwealth diplomatic party thrown in their face?

@Apollo26@MissingAxis@Isotope@Arawak or anybody else?

@Ozerath

The Gorgas could use some good ol alien interaction.

project//Godslayer

Drake The Dragonslayer

@Holy Soldier

Drake would stumble forward as he was pushed aside by a passing sibling. The left eye of Drake would snap and twitch in irritation as he stood up to see the back of the perpetrator walk to take a seat. He would thrust his hand forward, wanting so badly to roast such insolence away from existence, but he quickly pulled back and prevented himself from carrying out his inner demons, yet he could swear their was something like whispers convincing him to slaughter the fool.

Drake took out his stress ball from his coat pocket, taking a seat in the front row as he vigorously squeezed the item to seemingly no end. His eyes concentrated forward as he refused to let any more of his siblings irritate him, less the auditorium go up smoke. He waited for this little meeting to start and be over with, though deep down he was a bit anxious to be leaving to fight. The thought hadn't really sunk into him yet, but anxiety was building up none the less. This caused him to squeeze his stress relief toy even further.