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6 days ago
Current Just saw Sonic 3. Looking forward to the next one, already lol
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10 days ago
I found out that Peter Cullen, the voice of Eeyore and Optimus Prime, himself, also provided the vocalizations for the Predator in the first movie. What can't that man do?
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16 days ago
I'm more excited for six days off of work than I am for the birthday I have that week
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1 mo ago
Chime just told me my balance has seen better days. Yeah, I get it, I'm poor
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2 mos ago
Just finished the last three episodes of Arcane. It was a good finale, but I think I'll need to sleep on it to really figure out how I feel about it
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@Sanguine Rose

First off, I'm sorry to hear about your pet. We're going through some things with our cat, so I know where you're coming from.

Second, that makes sense! Would one of them being a mutant impact that at all? I plan on having one of my characters be a girl with wolf features (just ears and a tail), at least if that's allowed!

Edit: I just realized I should also mention that I plan on having her use strength-enhancement and ice magic
Sorry I've been MIA, I just don't feel like I should post until Mr. President does! I don't wanna leave him behind, haha
You guys still looking for people? If so, I think I've got a couple of characters that would be perfect for this! I was wondering, though, could someone know magic from two different categories, such as Nature and Personal?
Made a slight edit to Isaac's CS, just something I just realized I forgot to add!
Glad to hear! I'm looking forward to it, too!

@John F Kennedy
Isaac Ryder



A dark cloud of carbon surrounded Isaac as various rips and gaps in his coat repaired themselves. He had just finished fighting off a wave of soldiers and earned himself and his fellow soldiers a brief reprieve. He wiped at his cheek with the back of his hand and saw it come away smeared in blood, a minor wound he sustained from a grazing blade. Not for the first time, he was thankful for his coat and the kinetic armor underneath, those being the only reason he had gotten away from that fight so lightly.

The sound of an explosion shook him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see a Belisian shuttle, smoke pouring from the side as it fell from the sky. As he watched, he saw figures, Belisian knights judging from the crest on the side of the shuttle, jump out of the falling craft as it fought to stay in the air. Before he gave himself time to even think about it, Isaac was already on the move. He knew that the knights would be landing in the thick of it and even if they didn't exactly need his help, he was still going to support them however he could.

As he ran, discarded weapons leapt from the ground and floated in the air around him. Isaac then pulled whatever steel he could from the blades and firearms, the useless remains falling to the ground, and wrapped it around his forearms and shins. He then did something he had only tried once before: he focused on the steel on his limbs, his carbon coat, and his iron vest, then jumped. Using his control over the metal and carbon on his body, Isaac forced himself to soar into the air. He wasn't flying or even gliding, but simply jumping very high and very far. It was something he didn't like to do, since it felt as if his arms and legs were about to be pulled out of their sockets, but he knew he couldn't waste any time, not if he wanted to help the crashed knights.

After a second jump, Isaac saw the knights attempting to regroup. One of them, a young man about Isaac's age, fired his weapon in to the air, to get the attention of his men Isaac assumed. At the same time, he noticed a group of three Vaimese approaching from their blind spot. The steel separated from Isaac's limbs, as do his vest and part of his coat, forming a sword in each hand, as well as eight more behind him. Before the Vaimese soldiers could close the distance, Isaac, who used his coat to slow his descent, landed between them and the Belisian knights. Before the closest one could react, Isaac lashed out, driving his blade through the man's throat. As he did, four of the other blades flew out, decapitating one of the other men. The other put up a better fight and parried one of the swords, only for the other to run him through from behind.

The immediate threat taken care of, Isaac let go of his weapons and the ten blades took their place behind him in a circular pattern. He turned to the knights and held his hand out to the one he saw firing his weapon into the air. Now that he was closer, Isaac could see that the man, though he was his age, was slightly shorter, and wore a mustache. "Isaac Ryder, Battlemage," he said, mustering as friendly a smile as he could, despite being in the middle of a warzone.
Sorry for being MIA. In addition to the holidays, it seems my birthday was yesterday, which I had completely forgotten about. I can send Isaac in Emmet's direction!
Everyone seems to be getting sick, lately. Pretty much everyone at my work was coughing, other than me.

Hope you feel better soon, @Skittlez!
Isaac Ryder


Isaac glanced over at Turzo when he heard him mention showing their lessers what true power was, but said nothing as he stepped into the shuttle. Not only did he not trust his voice to not betray his nerves, but he considered everyone fighting, friend and foe alike, his equal. Not only was not over-confident in his own power, though he knew he could hold his own, he felt that if he thought of himself above anyone, it would only bite him in the end.

A few minutes, the inertia of the launching shuttle made him sway in his seat and he took a deep breath to settle himself, despite the occasional tremor that rolled through the shuttle. Whether it was from turbulence or enemy fire, Isaac preferred not to think too hard about it. The battle was one thing. Once he was on the ground, he'd actually be able to do something to keep himself alive, but in the air, stuck in the confined space of the shuttle, where a lucky shot could spell death for everyone on board...Suffice it to say, Isaac was not the biggest fan of flying.

A few moments later, he felt the shuttle slow down as the front of the ship rose, he knew they were preparing to land. He stood up and joined Turzo at the shuttle doors as the craft touched down. He could feel the heat radiating from the former Vaimese mage and couldn't help but feel sorry for any enemy that crossed his path. As the doors opened, he took another deep breath and said to the other mages with him, the encouraging smile on his face masking his nervousness, "Good luck, everyone. See you all on the other side."

Before the door fully touched earth, Isaac bolted out from the relative safety of the shuttle. Rather than hang back and support the knights from behind, Isaac made a charge straight toward the combat, having quickly found the spot that needed his help the most. The hem of his coat shortened, the carbon material transforming into a black mist as his iron vest flowed out from his sleeves in silver, fluid-like tendrils. With practiced ease, Isaac combined the molecular structures of the two materials and soon had eight double-edged swords with exposed tangs hovering in the space near him. The moment he entered the fray, the weapons began to whirl around him, a personal hurricane of flashing steel and the bright crimson of his enemies. Despite the seemingly chaotic patterns of the weapons that flew around him, not a single one came close to harming his allies, despite the close quarters, thanks not only to the mastery of his magic, but also his finely honed sense of spatial awareness.

It was that spatial awareness that alerted Isaac to the approaching threat. He quickly turned around and shielded himself with his arm as an axe blade came down on him. The assailant looked at Isaac in shock, having not expected his attack to be stopped dead in its tracks, not knowing about the carbon nanotube material Isaac's coat was made of, nor did he know about the kinetic armor underneath. Capitalizing on the Vaimese soldier's surprise, Isaac called one of his swords to his hand and swung it upward, slicing through the haft of the soldier's weapon as two more blades flew into his chest with enough force to pierce through his armor. As the man fell to the ground and Isaac withdrew the weapons, he looked down at the soldier's lifeless body for a moment before he turned away. He threw himself back into the battle, a fresh desire to end it as soon as possible driving him forward.
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