decayedAngel

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

Can I steal Telekinesis? :D

Lords of the Underword

Nathan would slowly look up, staring at the male, his eyes scanning over his features, nodding and saying "Which one are you..?" In a weary, quiet voice, his eyes showing something of 'pain' (:D), his hand rested lightly on his temples, massaging it, Pain saying in a rather concerning calm voice "You know, Never liked this demon. Asshole." With a light snicker, saying again "Let's make him break his wri-" Nathan quickly interrupts, in a quite annoyed voice, although whispering "Don't you dare!"

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Nathan would push himself up, staring at his hand, seeing no blood he would sigh, grabbing his head, and pulling up his hood, moving inside quietly, Pain quiet as he suddenly feels the presence of Secrets, laughing loudly causing Nathan to stumble slightly, his steps being heard throughout the empty castle, he would stare around the large room, Pain yelling out, expecting it to echo in the room "HELLLOOOO!" Just causing Nathan to fall into a seat and grab his head.

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

MEE!

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Nathan stares at all of them, before sinking against a wall, Pain saying little at this moment, so he sanctioned it and was left on his own to ponder his thoughts, before Pain would let out a sickening screech inside his head, causing him to gasp and grab his ears, one of them leaking blood, he would groan, trying to stay calm around the others, Pain saying with an exasperated laugh "See that old guy with his wife? Let's see how he goes with Stage 4 Cancer!" The old man screeching out in pain, and gripping his stomach "In his stomach, Might I add." Nathan would try and speak within his mind to Pain, before saying quietly, in an angry, pained voice "St-..Stop...Now...Please.." Pain would cause Nathan to bash his head against the wall, causing another groan to leave his body, the old man fine now, the pain subsided from his body.

Pain would respond in a sarcastic tone "Happy?" Nathan replying with a mutter of "Go fuck yourself.." Pain would let out a chuckle, causing Nathan to clench his eyes shut, on the verge of tears, his head pounding, his ears slowly stopping bleeding, his teeth grinding together.

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Nathan would be awoken by an email, his eyes bursting open as he bolts up and holds his stomach, pain sweltering through it, he would look down, seeing blood soak through his shirt, he would lift it to see the damage whatever in his head has done to him, which it had been doing for such a long time now, seeing a faded scar he would breath heavily, wiping the sweat from his face, and looking to the laptop that laid open still on charge, the email blaring across the screen reading "You don't know me but I know you. In the last month your world has changed. One day you were alone in your head. The next you weren't. You saw doctors and did research but couldn't find the answers about what was happening to you. Soon you notice that the voice in your head isn't the only thing that has changed. You can now do something that no human can do. I am here to tell you that you are not alone. There are others like you. Others that have a voice that whispers to them and can do things that no one else can do. I have some answers. I am inviting all of those who has had these experiences to come to my castle where I will explain what I know about what has caused these changes. "

Nathan would stare, in disbelief mostly, before he would attempt to respond, feeling a pain in his fingers, not allowing him to move them, a voice in his head laughing demonically and saying sarcastically "That Arthritis is really getting to you huh!? BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Nathan grips his head and yells out, echoing through the empty apartment, he would slam shut the laptop, thinking over it again, before getting up and heading to the address, which coincidentally was only a few hours away from his current home.

He would drive for several hours, bruises and cuts appearing on his knuckles, arms, hands, neck, This demon would never leave him alone, not for a second, He would speak out loud to it, although hating his voice he enjoyed having someone to speak to, Even if they did torture him every day. "You know, I am finally getting help for you..To get you out." The Demon would let out a light chuckle, echoing off the walls of Nathan's head "You cannot get rid of me..I am apart of you..I make you who you are.." His voice would instantly give Nathan a throbbing headache, grunting he would respond "People change.."

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Name: Nathan Grant

Age: 18

Appearance:
Including random cuts and bruises to appear randomly

Demon: Pain

Personality: Quiet, Withdrawn, Forlorn, Hesitant

Bio: [Opting out like a little sh** that I am :3 ]

Lords of the Underword

Name: Nathan Grant

Age: 18

Appearance:
Including random cuts and bruises to appear randomly

Demon: Pain

Personality: Quiet, Withdrawn, Forlorn, Hesitant

Bio: [Opting out like a little sh** that I am :3 ]

Brace Yourself ! [Space Face!]

Nathan would already be on hijacking control of the ships programs, sighing slightly as his fingers move at an unseeable speed, commands being fed into the console quickly
"<:: OVERRIDE: LEVEL X01 **7324*** ::>"
"<:: OVERRIDE: DENIED ::>"
"<:: OVERRIDE: ******* ::>
"<:: OVERRIDE: ACCEPTED. ADMIN PRIVILEGE DENIED ::>"
"<:: ADMINP: ***************** ::>"
Nathan would continue staring over the screen, cracking the passwords quickly and slowly but surely taking control of the ship, grinning he would take a bite out of the pizza to his side, coughing and spitting it out, his eye quickly registering

"<:: PIZZA QUALITY: PRISTINE/MED/POOR/[STALE] ::>"

The Legend of the Silver Trident (A Fairy Tail RP)

Nathan would begin to move to the city outskirts, going a bit to the left of the gates and a few kilometers out from the town, he would see a rather large bandit encampment, thinking to himself "Makes sense why the pay was big.." He would silently speed forward, a trail of lightning following him as he grins, noticing that they have set up a lighting rig, he would sneak over, past two guards and toward the the generator, placing his hands on it, beginning to overload it, the lights would quickly shine brightly, before smashing, glass shattering everywhere, over the bandits, the ground, over Nathan, he would zoom forward, several shards of shattered glass cutting his chest, he would yell out "LIGHTNING DRAGON IRON FIST!" sending the two Bandit Guards into a third, all three slamming into a crude tent, which falls ontop of them, he would notice a group of four bandits bolting toward him, slashing at him he would send back a Lightning Dragon Lightning Elbow, slamming it into one of the bandits, the leader would stand idle, watching Nathan fight off these Bandits

Nathan quickly ducks, back flipping over the three remaining Bandits, yelling "LIGHTNING DRAGON ROAR" Lightning quickly engulfing them all, even the leader, who would begin to turn and run at the yelling, only to be blasted into a tree and subsequently killed. Nathan would breathe heavily, blood seeping from his chest and arm, as wounds cover the majority of his body, he would begin making his way back into the Guild Hall, slamming down the contract and saying with a wide grin "Done." collecting up the money and going to sit at one of the less populated tables, The nurse fixing up his wounds while Nathan flirts with her, as usual.