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I'm Pollen, hope you're not allergic. I like writing a myriad of characters in all kinds of genres, so I'm pretty much down for anything roleplay-wise.

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The moment his strike made contact, Vol could tell something was wrong. Why did he not hear the cracking of bone as his strength battered ribs, why did the mammal girl not collapse from the pain? His eyes narrowed. He should have been able to guess from her clothes: the ones who tried to fight him clad in bright colors had proven trickier than their fellow mammals, some possessing minor magic. Either that white suit of hers was a form of disguised armor, or she was simply tougher than the others. The thought pleased him. His brief conflicts here had barely been enough of a challenge to get his blood running, but perhaps this one could actually take a few strikes before falling.

The shapeshifter's reptilian form did in fact have genitalia, though they were different from those of humans. These were covered by a tight-fitting pair of shorts made out of the lizard's own shed scales, which made it appear as if it wore nothing at all and was simply sexless. A blow there would certainly have hurt, if delivered with enough force, but Vol had not been caught completely off his guard.

The girl's resilience had been unexpected, but the moment she took to regain her balance gave him time enough to reconcile this. Vol was not one to stand around sputtering at a simple surprise, not after having lived so long and seen so many strange things before. Though he did not immediately follow up his initial blow, when the counterattack came, he was ready for it.

He didn't know exactly where she was aiming at, but he could hazard a guess. The sheer height of his current form made it difficult for smaller creatures to target his head and shoulders, and because of this they tended to aim for his knees, stomach, or groin. Those were actually somewhat difficult to defend with his powerful arms, but his legs, on the other hand...

An advantage in height also translated into an advantage in reach, and Vol made full use of this as his prey came running towards him. He leaned back slightly as his right leg came whipping forwards, his knee moving up and to the left before his lower leg snapped outwards, kicking hard at the girl's side. Unlike his previous swiping blow, Vol put some effort into this one, knowing that more force would be necessary to hurt the girl. If all went well, he'd knock her aside with his kick before she got a chance to land whatever attack she was making, and break her with the impact of his full strength.
In Over 9 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Out on the deck of the cruise ship, far away from the squabbling Bloodlines, two figures leaned against the railing facing the docks.

The taller one, a towering older man wearing a stiff suit as grey as his close-cropped hair, was looking decidedly bored as he fidgeted with his hands, cracking his knuckles one by one. "Are they fucking here yet?"

The girl next to him had her arms folded atop the railing, and remained completely still as she stared off into the distance, as if lost in a daydream. "No."

"Little shits." The man scowled. "Is this what we are now? Fucking babysitters?"

"They're not all that young. Which you'd know if we'd actually gone to the briefing-"

"Oh yes, I'd have loved to go and eat ice cream with the bloody AMRO Girl Scouts! Such a fucking shame we were too busy..." He paused, squinting. "What the fuck were we supposed to be doing again?"

"Keeping an eye on the ship." The girl's tone was distracted, as if she were only barely paying attention to the conversation.

Her companion barreled on regardless, nodding to himself. "That's right. Standing guard, making sure the Magic Mafia behave themselves." He paused, glancing towards her. "You are keeping an eye on them, right?"

"Mmm."

"Good. That lot needs even more babysitting than the soft-serve brigade. Fucking Bloodlines..."

Maya Song tuned her partner out as he rambled on about the childishness and stupidity of the various families. She could tell him that they were probably listening in, but she doubted that Jim Dancer would particularly care. He was a pot calling kettles black, in this case, but she was happy to let him rant on as he pleased, so long as he didn't disturb her real focus.

A pair of carefully-hidden sigils were pulling in and capturing light from all around where the Bloodlines were gathered, feeding a stream of images to the brown-haired Asylum leaning against the railing. More versatile and less noticeable than security cameras, and also less likely to be hacked. It was a tricky piece of alchemy, however, and Dancer was feeling the drain. His constant stream of complaints and insults were his way of holding onto his sanity, and served as a barometer for her to tell just how worked up he was getting.

For now, he was okay, relatively speaking. The Bloodlines were being antagonistic as usual, but they weren't doing anything quite nasty enough to warrant intervention just yet. All she had to do was keep everything copacetic until-

"They're here."

Letting her surveillance drop out of focus for a moment, Maya looked down towards the docks, easily picking out the rapidly approaching band of Asylums. They certainly weren't hard to distinguish, even from a distance. She glanced towards Jim. "Be polite, okay?"

"Right." Even as he said this, Dancer was looking at the other AMRO operatives with a look of utter disdain on his face. Before Song could do anything to stop him, he'd cupped his hands around his mouth, and roared down at them as they neared the cruiser.

"GET ON FUCKING BOARD!"
@Dead Cruiser

I figured the current state of things would be pretty hard for merchants, which is why I had her start with criminal elements, and why she's seeking stability... still, it seems I underestimated just how bad things are.

Edited profile below, now with more pirates!

Profile done!

Feet pattered against the ground, a half-dozen quick staccato beats of rubber on asphalt as the few officers lucky enough to get away from the battle ran for their lives. They were sweating, panting hard, fear and adrenaline pushing their bodies to the limit. It was likely that none of these people had even run so fast in their lives- but still, the steady pounding behind them kept on getting louder. The beast was closing.

Tired, outmatched, and terrified, it was only a matter of time before one of them broke. Unable to run any further, the last officer turned around, drawing a handgun and getting off three desperate shots before the lizard slammed him aside with a single swipe of its arm.

Without missing a beat, Vol Lok Ra prowled onward, caught up in the thrill of the hunt. This was supposed to be his escape, but the forces trying to corner him had been thrown into chaos by his attack, and none of them seemed powerful enough to pose him a threat. He was as mighty as he was ancient, a god in the flesh, and these mammals may as well have been insects before him.

The shapeshifter slowed a little as he approached a wider street, his head turning slightly as he took in his surroundings, planning a way forward. Hunting was fun, but it would not be long before he was far enough away to make his escape. He stopped entirely, however, when he heard a voice, too loud to be anything but someone addressing him. He blinked, turning his head again to face the source of the sound.

A mammal girl. Ha! Vol's huge mouth opened ever so slightly as a deep rumbling noise rolled out from his throat, a strange hybrid between a growl and a laugh. When his voice came, it was low and guttural, like the grinding of iron against stone. "Oh really?" His head quirked a little to one side. "So kind of you to let me know."

And then he was moving, his towering bulk becoming a blur as he stepped forwards, almost halving the distance between them. For something so huge, Vol could move incredibly quickly, and by the time his clawed foot hit the ground his arm was already in motion, swiping out in a vicious backhand aimed at the mammal's midsection, as if he were swatting away a mere pest.
Been watching the OOC, but still working on my character... will post her here within the next couple days most likely.
In Over 9 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Oh, and by any chance do you have Skype? It is something that this group uses quite a bit if you are someone who frequent it quite a bit.


Thanks!

I added you there, so please hook me up when you get the chance. :)
In Over 9 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Good work on the character sheet Pollen, however there is one thing that I would like you to change. You see, an unlinked can never become linked and as such can never be partnered to another Asylum. So if you intend to create a duo, you will have to edit that part. You can show that A.M.R.O found it difficult to found a compatible partner with him until they found Song. After the edit you can put your character sheet in the character section and post when ever you feel like it. I am sure you may have more questions so don't hesitate to ask.


Done! I removed the part about him being an Unlinked, and instead had A.M.R.O try to link him right off the bat, leading to him getting paired with Song. Put it in the Characters tab for now as well :) Let me know if there's anything else you notice that might need changing.

I'll let you know if I have more questions before I start posting, thank you!
In Over 9 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



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