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"You can't run forever, Armond."
He was getting close, he could just feel it. Of course, the hoof prints on the ground were fresh tracks, and the lingering scent of horses was more than enough to tell that someone had recently left on horse back. Samael stood. It was finally time he set out for his target. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was really off here. He wasn't exactly saying that he didn't want the money, but he felt a bit confused as to why the prince of all people would risk hiring him. Should he be worried?
... He could worry about that later.
The sky drew dark as Samael neared the end of the trail. He could hear people talking up ahead. Finally! He thought to himself, Maybe one of these people can tell me where he went, I'm getting sick of looking for him. He stepped in to the clearin, preparing to speak. He cleared his throat, almost a little too aggressively.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your camping trip, but I'm looking for a certain-"
His gaze suddenly caught a familiar figure sitting on a stump. He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, surprised to find the prince himself.
"Oh... that was easier than expected."
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What kind of pet dinosaur would a dragon have?
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I just found out that most of the other wolf species in north america were actually coywolves, or close enough to it. What the heck!?
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Why yes, I'm a wolf. Why do you ask?
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What's on my mind? Food, I guess.
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Question: How often do you post these bumps?
I could go for a good RP.
Name: Samael
Age: 32
Gender: male
Race: Human
Dragoon Spirit: N/A
Weapon: Dual Kama blades with black steel blade and handles and red grips.
Appearance: Samael is of a medium build with medium length black hair and wears a chain-mail vest, a cloak, steel greaves, and boots that are all black. His kama blades are strapped to both sides of his greaves, beneath his cloak.
Personality: Chaotic Neutral is what defines who he is. Samael never liked to humor stupid ideas like good or evil, he'd always prefer just to do whatever the hell he wanted, especially if it was for money. He would take what he wanted, but it made things easier if he could just pay them off and leave it at that.
History: Samael was born to poor parents who worked on a farm east of Tiberoa. He never like the people he grew up with, and started to wonder why he should do the things he did for them, like his parents tried to raise him. He was lucky to grow up with the discovery that a few dead people didn't mean the end of the world. Killing them himself when it suited him followed soon after.
After a slightly more tolerable childhood than the average peasant, he discovered the joys of freelancing. applying his own work schedule gave him the sort of authority that even his clients had to respect. He would help them with what they needed, but he would ultimately get to decide if he helped them. He specialized in all kinds of jobs, from civil work to assassinations. He kept a low profile, but his name was synonymous with that of an experianced worker. Eventually, he was signed to work for a man named Armond, and everything has gone downhill since then.
{Accepted, thank you very much!}
Age: 32
Gender: male
Race: Human
Dragoon Spirit: N/A
Weapon: Dual Kama blades with black steel blade and handles and red grips.
Appearance: Samael is of a medium build with medium length black hair and wears a chain-mail vest, a cloak, steel greaves, and boots that are all black. His kama blades are strapped to both sides of his greaves, beneath his cloak.
Personality: Chaotic Neutral is what defines who he is. Samael never liked to humor stupid ideas like good or evil, he'd always prefer just to do whatever the hell he wanted, especially if it was for money. He would take what he wanted, but it made things easier if he could just pay them off and leave it at that.
History: Samael was born to poor parents who worked on a farm east of Tiberoa. He never like the people he grew up with, and started to wonder why he should do the things he did for them, like his parents tried to raise him. He was lucky to grow up with the discovery that a few dead people didn't mean the end of the world. Killing them himself when it suited him followed soon after.
After a slightly more tolerable childhood than the average peasant, he discovered the joys of freelancing. applying his own work schedule gave him the sort of authority that even his clients had to respect. He would help them with what they needed, but he would ultimately get to decide if he helped them. He specialized in all kinds of jobs, from civil work to assassinations. He kept a low profile, but his name was synonymous with that of an experianced worker. Eventually, he was signed to work for a man named Armond, and everything has gone downhill since then.
I bring thee news! I finally finished my character! Sorry for taking so long, but if there's still room for a dictator with an army of sheep, I'll be happy to hop on in.
Name: Joseph, the man of a thousand sheep (At the moment, it's only three hundred, but presentation is everything!)
Age:31
Sex:male
Race: Human, save for his followers, who are all sheep
Class(lol): Shepherd / aspiring dictator
Bio: Joseph is a very expressive man. Even with a helmet on his head, it's pretty easy to tell what he's thinking. His voice, his personality- heck, even his posture was that of the loudest, most obnoxious dictator there ever was and ever would be, but it wasn't always that way.
Plain Old Joseph (yes, that's really his name, Plain Old Joseph) was a regular boy in a boring old town that was just boring. He worked as a boring old shepherd on the edge of this town, making a killing being the only one to be selling wool locally. Life was boring for everyone there, including Joseph. His father had always gone on and on about how rewarding the life of a shepherd, buut as soon as it was Joseph's turn, all of that glamour seemed to vanish. He kept at it, though, since he truly believed that there would be some sort of reward for doing this.
Then, one day, it happened.
The local school house was taking a field trip to Joseph's flock of sheep. They were supposed be learning about how the shepherd is supposed to be a hard working man who works all day long, but they all knew that about 90% of the work was just standing in a field with sheep. A little boy by the name of Billy who, like everyone else, was bored out of his mind. He had been standing around for hours watching Joseph do his... work... and didn't hesitate to express his feeling to him directly. His exact words were:
"I'm bored. This is stupid."
That did it. As soon as the children left, Joseph couldn't help but reflect on his life. He realized that he hated his life. Billy was right, it was boring. He hated watching sheep do nothing but graze. He hated that everyone else knew it was boring. Most of all, he hated Billy, the loathsome snot-nosed little brat who made him realize that he never even LIKED his job. How would you feel if you realized that you hated your job? The only way to fix this was to prove that his job was better than anyone else's. What else would anyone do in this situation besides try and take over the world?
Over the course of a year in a secret training facility (paid for by his job), Joseph has studied war strategy, hand-to-hand combat, and politics. He also managed to train his sheep to work as his army, skilled in all current weapons, martial arts, survival, interrogation, and economics. With this unorthodox but effective army at his side, he vows to take over the world for reasons known only him.
Picture or description of character: Joseph is a tall, muscular native of the highlands who was born with a knight's helmet on his head (his mother was... interesting, let's leave it at that. The strange part was that it was a family tradition, but I digress) he wears a long, flowing black robe with billowing arms that make him seem like a knight with a knight's helmet. One more thing to note is that he only wears sandals. It's a comfort thing that he won't budge on unless it's a matter of life and death.
Age:31
Sex:male
Race: Human, save for his followers, who are all sheep
Class(lol): Shepherd / aspiring dictator
Bio: Joseph is a very expressive man. Even with a helmet on his head, it's pretty easy to tell what he's thinking. His voice, his personality- heck, even his posture was that of the loudest, most obnoxious dictator there ever was and ever would be, but it wasn't always that way.
Plain Old Joseph (yes, that's really his name, Plain Old Joseph) was a regular boy in a boring old town that was just boring. He worked as a boring old shepherd on the edge of this town, making a killing being the only one to be selling wool locally. Life was boring for everyone there, including Joseph. His father had always gone on and on about how rewarding the life of a shepherd, buut as soon as it was Joseph's turn, all of that glamour seemed to vanish. He kept at it, though, since he truly believed that there would be some sort of reward for doing this.
Then, one day, it happened.
The local school house was taking a field trip to Joseph's flock of sheep. They were supposed be learning about how the shepherd is supposed to be a hard working man who works all day long, but they all knew that about 90% of the work was just standing in a field with sheep. A little boy by the name of Billy who, like everyone else, was bored out of his mind. He had been standing around for hours watching Joseph do his... work... and didn't hesitate to express his feeling to him directly. His exact words were:
"I'm bored. This is stupid."
That did it. As soon as the children left, Joseph couldn't help but reflect on his life. He realized that he hated his life. Billy was right, it was boring. He hated watching sheep do nothing but graze. He hated that everyone else knew it was boring. Most of all, he hated Billy, the loathsome snot-nosed little brat who made him realize that he never even LIKED his job. How would you feel if you realized that you hated your job? The only way to fix this was to prove that his job was better than anyone else's. What else would anyone do in this situation besides try and take over the world?
Over the course of a year in a secret training facility (paid for by his job), Joseph has studied war strategy, hand-to-hand combat, and politics. He also managed to train his sheep to work as his army, skilled in all current weapons, martial arts, survival, interrogation, and economics. With this unorthodox but effective army at his side, he vows to take over the world for reasons known only him.
Picture or description of character: Joseph is a tall, muscular native of the highlands who was born with a knight's helmet on his head (his mother was... interesting, let's leave it at that. The strange part was that it was a family tradition, but I digress) he wears a long, flowing black robe with billowing arms that make him seem like a knight with a knight's helmet. One more thing to note is that he only wears sandals. It's a comfort thing that he won't budge on unless it's a matter of life and death.
I am Joseph, the human who leads the army of sheep!
More on this later.
Fellow hunters, I've finally gotten my approval. Is there already some sort of collaboration started, or will we start one soon?
By the way, I finally finished the CS. Sorry for taking so long.
Name: Gabriel Richards
Age: 31
Sex: male
Skills: Gabriel is a very skilled hunter with knowledge in many aspects of the lives of the supernatural, as well as their weaknesses. He is well versed in the art of sword play and has a certain affinity for the french captain's sabre, though he isn't unaccustomed to using his snubnosed pistol. His core ability stems from his ability to judge a situation and react almost instantly. His fantastic acting and mental fortitude was the only thing keeping others from deciding He is a master strategist with only his own confidence as his downfall.
Personality: Gabriel is a quet soul, with little to say. He almost always has a small, shy smile on his face, and almost never raised his voice. It would be difficult to carry a casual conversation with him, since he never considered it an obligation to answer every statement. He does his best to avoid pointless conflict and makes himself almost invisible in the process. This, unfortunately, works perfectly for him.
He sees himself as the only person alive who sees the world in all of its horror. Everywhere he looked, all he could see was self destruction, idiots who could never consider that the world doesn't revolve around them and their kind, and nothing but hatred that poisoned them all. Though they feared the monsters that hunted them for food, he could see that they had as much to fear from one another. It didn't matter, though. He was determined to save them all from themselves
Bio: Gabriel was born in to a family that was well aquitted with the Society. His father was an Abbés for the provincal of Boston, and well repected by the Cenaculum. It was absolutely certain that his son would one day join them in their cause. As a child, Gabriel was raised to believe in the majesty and awe that was the lord. His family constantly praised this mysteriously powerful being who was even more influential than even those who were chosen to rule. His word would be law, or the world would be chaos. Despite this, he could never seem to grow close to anyone, not even his own parents. Until he was about 8 years old, he would almost never react to any attempts by his parents to grow closer to him. He would just stare with blank eyes, watching quietly. As he grew older, he bacame more responsive and smiled more, but there were times when the people he met felt as if they were being judged.
When he joined the Society, Gabriel grew to see more. As he learned about the concept of , he could see that the hunters justified their killing with reverence to the lord and savior, but there was no difference between this and murder other than claiming it in the name of the lord. The supernatural admittedly had their own morals and each considered themselves above the other species, as the Hunters' Society stood above them.
Even though he hated their cause, Gabriel joined the Hunters Society to rid the world of the menace of the supernatural. As much as he studied, he could never find a time where either the vampires, the garou, or any others did anything other than spill blood. Sure, there were times where one supernatural would aid the hunters in the destruction of the other, but all it accomplished was more death.
It was clear what he would have to do. He wouldn't be able to change the entire world, but he would do his best to purify his small part of it. He would need power, and the Society would give him that power. With the Hunters as his ally, he would finally have the leverage he needed to finally make these bigoted idiots of civilization see the error of their ways.
Appearance: Gabriel is an albino, meaning he has white hair, red eyes, and pale, ghostly skin. He stands at about 5 feet tall, and wears a blue button down shirt with a black vest that holds holsters for his pistols and a pocket for his knife. One defining trait is the rosemary he wears around his neck at all times.
Equipment: He carries his Captain's sword with the rest of his equipment, but concedes to a hidden pair of pistols and a knife when in public. At home, he has a hidden notebook listing his own findings on supernaturals that weren't listed in the books given by the Society, as well as a list of those that hold his suspicions of being supernaturals.
Here we are, finished!
Age: 31
Sex: male
Skills: Gabriel is a very skilled hunter with knowledge in many aspects of the lives of the supernatural, as well as their weaknesses. He is well versed in the art of sword play and has a certain affinity for the french captain's sabre, though he isn't unaccustomed to using his snubnosed pistol. His core ability stems from his ability to judge a situation and react almost instantly. His fantastic acting and mental fortitude was the only thing keeping others from deciding He is a master strategist with only his own confidence as his downfall.
Personality: Gabriel is a quet soul, with little to say. He almost always has a small, shy smile on his face, and almost never raised his voice. It would be difficult to carry a casual conversation with him, since he never considered it an obligation to answer every statement. He does his best to avoid pointless conflict and makes himself almost invisible in the process. This, unfortunately, works perfectly for him.
He sees himself as the only person alive who sees the world in all of its horror. Everywhere he looked, all he could see was self destruction, idiots who could never consider that the world doesn't revolve around them and their kind, and nothing but hatred that poisoned them all. Though they feared the monsters that hunted them for food, he could see that they had as much to fear from one another. It didn't matter, though. He was determined to save them all from themselves
Bio: Gabriel was born in to a family that was well aquitted with the Society. His father was an Abbés for the provincal of Boston, and well repected by the Cenaculum. It was absolutely certain that his son would one day join them in their cause. As a child, Gabriel was raised to believe in the majesty and awe that was the lord. His family constantly praised this mysteriously powerful being who was even more influential than even those who were chosen to rule. His word would be law, or the world would be chaos. Despite this, he could never seem to grow close to anyone, not even his own parents. Until he was about 8 years old, he would almost never react to any attempts by his parents to grow closer to him. He would just stare with blank eyes, watching quietly. As he grew older, he bacame more responsive and smiled more, but there were times when the people he met felt as if they were being judged.
When he joined the Society, Gabriel grew to see more. As he learned about the concept of , he could see that the hunters justified their killing with reverence to the lord and savior, but there was no difference between this and murder other than claiming it in the name of the lord. The supernatural admittedly had their own morals and each considered themselves above the other species, as the Hunters' Society stood above them.
Even though he hated their cause, Gabriel joined the Hunters Society to rid the world of the menace of the supernatural. As much as he studied, he could never find a time where either the vampires, the garou, or any others did anything other than spill blood. Sure, there were times where one supernatural would aid the hunters in the destruction of the other, but all it accomplished was more death.
It was clear what he would have to do. He wouldn't be able to change the entire world, but he would do his best to purify his small part of it. He would need power, and the Society would give him that power. With the Hunters as his ally, he would finally have the leverage he needed to finally make these bigoted idiots of civilization see the error of their ways.
Appearance: Gabriel is an albino, meaning he has white hair, red eyes, and pale, ghostly skin. He stands at about 5 feet tall, and wears a blue button down shirt with a black vest that holds holsters for his pistols and a pocket for his knife. One defining trait is the rosemary he wears around his neck at all times.
Equipment: He carries his Captain's sword with the rest of his equipment, but concedes to a hidden pair of pistols and a knife when in public. At home, he has a hidden notebook listing his own findings on supernaturals that weren't listed in the books given by the Society, as well as a list of those that hold his suspicions of being supernaturals.
Here we are, finished!
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