Celsius

Knights vs Dragons

@Darkwatck01

Exactly why I thought it was funny. :P
We'd have to be, at most, almost a year old.

@Lumiere

I'd assume we're all goblins then. I heard they can start hunting horned rabbits at the age of 3 days XD

Knights vs Dragons

"the only good goblin is a dead goblin."

^
Obligatory "is a spot still open for a player?" is obligatory after that line XD

Horror is our Home (ACCEPTING/NEEDS PLAYERS)

A CS to start things off~

Hider

Missing Person Report

Missing Person's Name: Claudia Evans

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Birth Place: Wales

Ethnicity: Mongoloid / Caucasian Mix

Brief Description:
Claudia is shorter than most kids her age. This combined with her "Asian" look, has made her very self-conscious. She kept herself thin so that she may look taller than she really is in photos, and also kept long hair to keep the illusion.

Career: High School Student

Health Issues: Diagnosed with eating disorder, but it was not too severe that it needs medication or constant monitoring.

Any Prior Incidents: None so far

Notable Traits:
- Smart Ass
- Happy Place

Quotes from Relations:
"Poor girl. She had so much ahead of her."

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

???

Location: Goldencrest Catacombs, right about when Sarah's group checked on it
Mention of Sarah @Legion02

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She was but a spider. The catacombs was her home, as it was her mother and her mother before that. Her entire life, she had spent living contently within the shadows of the man-made crypt.

Yet, in just a span of two days, trespassers - nay - marauders, had come in waves into her dwelling. Clamoring, pillaging, desecrating. What was once serene, blissful resting place, they had turned into a tumultuous hell; filled with the cacophony of metal clashing against metal, their soles thumping on Mother Earth below, and worst of all, their guttural, insensible blabbering.

These giants - humans!

Had she been born with the gift of poison. Or the potential to grow and match their size. Or the craft of iron silk, even; she would have confronted the unwanted guests for their misdeeds. Alas, a common spider is all she was. Forced to hide in the shadows as her broods fell to the flame these intruders brought, she was. Helpless and desperate, she was. But no more.

A soundless whisper has reached her ears.

Empowering, sweet, enticing.
Unintelligible, yet lucid.
Oppressive, yet soothing.
Maddening, yet enlightening.

Ahh.. Surely it was the voice of God herself.

Thus, the little spider left her web, and found a new home in one of the interloper's hat. A beautiful, beautiful house adorned with a giant feather as white as her own silk. A moving home that she would have never even think about, if not for the Voice.

Where she was going, she had yet to know. But what does it matter? There is her, and then there is the Voice. Surely, nothing else matters?

Horror is our Home

100% interested, but will give it a more in-depth read 1st :3

Outer Space Pirates (Concept) (Interest Gathering) (Discussion)

WIP, just want to know if appearance and weapons are acceptable before I continue

WIP Gunner

"If you've got nothing else you need me for, i'm going to be in my room with the ladies"

Full Name: Anthony "Tony" van Dyne
Gender: Pretty sure I have a stick down there
Age: Birth certificate says I'm 27 this year

Job/Station: Gunnery Officer

Race-Species: OG human yay!
Height: 5’11”
Homeworld: (It can be anywhere in the galaxy.)

Short Biography: WIP

Personality Description: WIP, but mostly he's the dead-serious-faced-jokester kind of guy

Primary Weapon: Rozalin
A beam rifle with adjustable optics that can either fire rapid medium-ranged assault rifle-like shots, or short-ranged scatter shots

Secondary Weapon: Gladys
A plasma cutter around the size of a Roman Gladius. It can be used without power, but against space suit and armor, that'd be kinda useless

Other Equipment: (Optional)

Likes: (Optional)

Dislikes: (Optional)

Outer Space Pirates (Concept) (Interest Gathering) (Discussion)

Calling dibs on gunner or probably footman

As for the ship, uh.. Uh.. More Windows? *blanks out*

Outer Space Pirates (Concept) (Interest Gathering) (Discussion)

Will lurk for more details and CS template then o/
Looks like a merry gang you have in here

Outer Space Pirates (Concept) (Interest Gathering) (Discussion)

Yes hello does this ship needs a lackey?

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

John

(In reply to @Whoami)

The more John sifted through the ashes and rubble, the more he seemed to lost track of his surrounding. After all, it did not take an expert hunter to guess what had happened. Trails of people getting dragged against their will, and marks of dried blood, has painted picture enough to put any depiction of Hell in the national museum to shame.

"These people.. They are dragged towards the Church. Perhaps for a ritual? But what kind of witch ritual were to be carried inside a holy ground? Unless.. Well, no point to dawdle. Let's take a look at the Church," he thought as he cautiously approach the now blackened and ruined building.

Pushing the double door open, foul wind, filled with the odor of burnt flesh and fat gushed towards him, as if telling him to turn back; to avert his eyes from what he was about to see.

Bones. Piles and piles of bones, both big and small, some still covered by sticky black substance that was once living flesh, stacked upon each other; lined the path towards the altar. And decorating the once sacred place, was a burnt and broken cross, with dried, burnt blood painting a very gory image upon it.

Gong.

The church bell tolled, snapping John out of his trance. And with that, he crumbled to the ground. His lung did not seem to retain their ability to take in air. And as a splitting headache assaulted him, John spilled the content of his guts to the floor.

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Having collected his breath and put his mind back on track, John approached the now desecrated altar. Horrors be damned, there might be some clues among the remains of the poor souls.

"To kill children and clergymen alike.. Even for a witch's standard, isn't this just too much?"

And as if to answer his question, the bell toll once again. Only this time, it did not come alone.

"You there!" a man called out from the entrance of the Church. "Are you the one behind this treachery? Speak before I put an arrow between your eyes!" he continued.

Oh for f*ck's sake..

"Hold it!" John replied with an equally loud shout. "Don't move a muscle."

John raised both of his arms and turned slowly towards the source of the voice, as not to agitate the other party. Then, with the most serious of tone he could muster, John continued.

"On the floor, three to five inches from where you are standing," he said as he used his left index finger to point towards the object of interest. ".. Is a puddle of my puke. You don't want to step on it, do you?"