CavnderOHeart

Night School *Looking for more players*

@Guy0fV4lor Oh shit I have it in the wrong thread.

Haven Online (High Casual VRMMO Roleplay)

I'm interested in this.

I Am known for playing the Villain, do you need a Villain to help catch NERO?

Night School *Looking for more players*

@CloseEnoughMy dude, I was instructed to post it, I'm the OOC, unless I misread.
@Joshua Tamashii what is up?

Night School *Looking for more players*

Nope.

Night School *Looking for more players*

hello guys.

Royal Rumble!

[Not a Vernon post; Mafia NPC].

With his focus steady the safety was flipped off and the half -demon named Galberk hadn't appeared in his line of vision. The trigger was squeezed And the bullet flew with an enchantment of darkness meant to Roy the entire left wheel; not just bless them with a flat tire/broken wheel. The Mafia & magic member had sent William a text As he began walking away. There was a woman with him, who took the sniper then made it vanish. The text read.. It's Yuri, if you can't hear it from, here, the shoot has been taken. Drink up, fam-to-be. Also. Melissa says hi and has Jester, asked about Cyan yet?'

Royal Rumble!

A expression of cluelessness had left Vernon's face and was replaced by a cruel, self-humiliating laugh. That old incorrect belief that the Gods were some sort of Self-Aligned beings, had died and made Vernon seem like an idiot. 'As Idiotic as my long term opinions on the Gods were. I'm still going through with my society.' Vernon had fully understood what Willaim had revealed on him and had blew him a kiss of gradititude. Then got his cellphone out and began messaging his Mobster connections. The money he had recieved was going to be placed near the pathway of a young bloke Vernon took, (sadistic) pity on. *

Eating the Ramen with daark chocolate Vernon had found in his pockets he had raised an eyebrow at Willy's adressing of him and Andres as his NAkama. He didn`t know what that word had meant. Swallowing Vernon had playfully narrowed his eyes and said: "True Companions." He had continued eating and texting simultenously. He had given the orders William had asked for to his fellows in the God Of Crime`s Favour and had drunk the soup-like liquid. "Now I've got to eat something to axe this weeb energy inside me. Despite being a third Japanese." Vernon said the last part quickly, under the assumption that no one could hear him.

He had went to the food truck that was run by Family Members with ammo, technology that made Vernon's Father equally as questionable as King. He had spoken about what needed to be done and had been shown the text, as it had gotten delete Vernon gave the money from that crude stranger to his Family. "ITS for Cyan. The, guy with that. Tail. No, not the Racoon. Kitsune Shota." He had recieved a Steak, Baked Potatoes and Carrots. Lastly a posion ivy-coloured lead pencil and his recepit Then bowed with his head as a thank you, gave them the bird politely and had walked back over to his......Boyfriend.

"Alright. I won't get involved. " Vernon had decided to write that second part down on the reciept. Then handed it to William. It just seemed more intelligent that way. it read; In Vernon's hand writing. Sniper`s in position, also. MAy we build a love triangle? HE goes your school. I may have a fetish/kink for Heroes.

Royal Rumble!

"This always Happens." Vernon said through bitten lips, as he swore. Every time he was engaged in a real fight-or just a matter of lifee and death-Somebody intervined. He finally laughed at his ill-fate and gave a middel finger to the sky above. Shaking his head Vernon walked over to the three hun. Dollars and torn apart one fifty. He was shown such disrespect, such idiocy and he certainly wasn`t going to fully accept such a token/gift. Vernon had walked over to Willaim.

"Knowing how, mornic these tournaments are, and how...Illusioned our schools are. Why do we all even bother to join in on the Ranked fights and minor problems of the world? haha. Why not, Aim to alter the bigger picture. Whatever these Gods have planned for the futuer is not...A fate I know humanity will be pleased with. Vernon laughed again before taking his own wallet out it was filled with seven hundread dollars. He darted his eyes to Willaim then to the crowd. He smiled at his actions.

"No matter how many times, Forces interrupt my thrist to become a Artist to the Bigger Picture. I will always walk this path untill I am, victorous...And Finally given my answers about the Gods. Willy, the second being....Why not take the Ancient Evil with you? I'm not reckless or Idiotic fuck. I'm not even childish. I'm just. Trying to Create my own Arts within the Bigger Picture. Thaat is the fate, I give myself." Vernon explain as he took out a tube of medical goop made by his father's....Experimentors and rubbed in on his out, his left hand was twriling the butter knife inbetween his fingers.

Royal Rumble!

Tears were starting to flow from, Vernon's eyes. He swiftly looked to the sky ''finally, a Battel beyond these retarded tournaments..... And the odd shit going on with these schools!'' he exclaimed And created a triangle made of snow; his armour had began to melt. Vernon had pulled out his trusty butter knife with his left hand. [color=007236]“grandmother, thank your rage.” [\color]With that Vernon had turned to the magic servant; summoning energy. He smiled, And froze his tears to create A mauve face mask. “Do you have any idea, how long I've wanted a real fight? How long I've wanted to use my powers for something usefu;, meaningful.? Merci! For getting defensive” Vernon blew his nose into his right sleeve and cut the snow triangle with his butter knife which he used to encase in snow.

A snow covered knife should work just as a enchanted weapon does. That was the theory Vernon was about to test. He called out to William. “be safe, you're more of a...Planner.” Vernon the rolled up his mucus covered sleeve And cut himself on the upper Arm. “Do you see what I a,? This isn't red blood. I'm beyond Human. Just like my family.” Vernon began hissing it was painful to bleed, although he had hissed vehemently from the body language Galberk was giving him. [i]'It's time to cut some fuckers. Hahaha!”[/color] Vernon thought tossing the sliced snow at the woman with the grave expression.