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GM where have you gone D:
Man, we need to get this RP more active 
The male arrived, van-ward the heap of searing metal rested, and perhaps he imagined it but an opaque figure flew from the crest of the flaming craft, heading towards the area where the ocean kissed the vast ivory shore of sand.
As he traveled past the ship, enveloped in blaze, a small explosion was expelled from what seemed like a thruster machine, the oily solution that substituted water was set ablaze by the stray embers carried by the violent mistral of gas emissions. Tazzingo continued to row towards the beach with the shard of glass, barely moving from the path of the ship, soon realizing that the dimensions of the makeshift paddle was beginning to penetrate his flesh.
Suffocating fumes were blasted out of exhaust vents as he desperately tried to escape this harsh venture through the wreckage, his visage was violated, his nasal passage was invaded, his head was filled with ballistic hornets. "Unngh.." his groans were the audible embodiment of his current state of despair.
As he traveled past the ship, enveloped in blaze, a small explosion was expelled from what seemed like a thruster machine, the oily solution that substituted water was set ablaze by the stray embers carried by the violent mistral of gas emissions. Tazzingo continued to row towards the beach with the shard of glass, barely moving from the path of the ship, soon realizing that the dimensions of the makeshift paddle was beginning to penetrate his flesh.
Suffocating fumes were blasted out of exhaust vents as he desperately tried to escape this harsh venture through the wreckage, his visage was violated, his nasal passage was invaded, his head was filled with ballistic hornets. "Unngh.." his groans were the audible embodiment of his current state of despair.
(Reposted and Edited due to Character Issues)
A cylindrical object bobbed on the surface of the Bay, it was cracked wide open with what seemed to be a pale cadaver in a deep slumber. The entity's eyes flickered open and proceeded to dilate, "Gah!?" The boy sat up from the pod, looking around with fear embed in his pupils. His body was in a complete state of discomfort, the cold water and numb-inducing substance mollified his body.
Monochrome images winked through his visage, "Pops.."
The boy tried to comfort himself by cracking a small joke "I never got to finish Martial-Fighters.." but to no avail, nothing was comical at this point. The cruel hands of sopor released his body, allowing him to stand up. A cajoling familiar voice told him to turn around, that's when he realized that choking odor that clouded his lungs, the water which was sable with pollution, and debris that was still raining from the supernal acreage hanging overhead. "What the-- AAH!" He slumped backwards into the pod, then coming to his feet in a hunkered bearing.
A grotesque structure rested in conflagrations aloft the surface of the Bay. "Did I come from that? Holy shit, am I an alien?" His hands slapped against both sides of his cranium and in a panic he toppled in retrogression once more. His gray globules yearned for closure, and with so he curiously traveled to the wreckage.
He was that of a moth ignorantly approaching a light.
A cylindrical object bobbed on the surface of the Bay, it was cracked wide open with what seemed to be a pale cadaver in a deep slumber. The entity's eyes flickered open and proceeded to dilate, "Gah!?" The boy sat up from the pod, looking around with fear embed in his pupils. His body was in a complete state of discomfort, the cold water and numb-inducing substance mollified his body.
Monochrome images winked through his visage, "Pops.."
The boy tried to comfort himself by cracking a small joke "I never got to finish Martial-Fighters.." but to no avail, nothing was comical at this point. The cruel hands of sopor released his body, allowing him to stand up. A cajoling familiar voice told him to turn around, that's when he realized that choking odor that clouded his lungs, the water which was sable with pollution, and debris that was still raining from the supernal acreage hanging overhead. "What the-- AAH!" He slumped backwards into the pod, then coming to his feet in a hunkered bearing.
A grotesque structure rested in conflagrations aloft the surface of the Bay. "Did I come from that? Holy shit, am I an alien?" His hands slapped against both sides of his cranium and in a panic he toppled in retrogression once more. His gray globules yearned for closure, and with so he curiously traveled to the wreckage.
He was that of a moth ignorantly approaching a light.
Did this RP die?
Name: Ricky Tazzingo
Codename: Alastor
Age: 14
Appearance: Ashen-cobalt eyes, Brown dark hair, Olive-toned skin.
Usually wearing an orange tank-top, and black shorts, all accompanied by a headset.
Power: Space Generation
Sub abilities: Absolute Defense, Spatial Mimicry, Record Space then Replicate or Duplicate it,Take sections of space and move them.
Growth: Dimensional Travel, Dimensional Manipulation
Weakness(es): Paralyzed when struck in the sternum. His heart and brain are weak spots. The size of a space constructs drains his vim.
Weapon(s): He usually wields a non-traditional sword composed of Spring Steel A689. The blade is segmented into three pieces which are bound together by metal cables, and each segment or shell has a pulley system inside to wind up the cables from either piece. There is a grip system that allows him to control the cables with accuracy and radical bearing.
Short Bio: He was previously a hikikomori who would hang out in his room and play competitive fighting games such as Martial-Fighter which allowed him to explore new Shaolin Kempo techniques.
Codename: Alastor
Age: 14
Appearance: Ashen-cobalt eyes, Brown dark hair, Olive-toned skin.
Usually wearing an orange tank-top, and black shorts, all accompanied by a headset.
Power: Space Generation
Sub abilities: Absolute Defense, Spatial Mimicry, Record Space then Replicate or Duplicate it,Take sections of space and move them.
Growth: Dimensional Travel, Dimensional Manipulation
Weakness(es): Paralyzed when struck in the sternum. His heart and brain are weak spots. The size of a space constructs drains his vim.
Weapon(s): He usually wields a non-traditional sword composed of Spring Steel A689. The blade is segmented into three pieces which are bound together by metal cables, and each segment or shell has a pulley system inside to wind up the cables from either piece. There is a grip system that allows him to control the cables with accuracy and radical bearing.
Short Bio: He was previously a hikikomori who would hang out in his room and play competitive fighting games such as Martial-Fighter which allowed him to explore new Shaolin Kempo techniques.
Why do I keep ending up with these coincedences?
Drakeonis said
Sorry been busy all day writing a paper! Gumshoe, I'm a little concerned about his powers because a few of his abilities sound similar to my character's.especially his growth which is exactly the same thing Al does.
;-; ... What do I do?
Laughing Matter said
WELCOME TO DIE
LMFAO
Van said
Gumshoe can have the Black Tortoise spot if that's cool with you guys.
No, no Van it's okay you can take it. I don't mind :3
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