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    1. jaybreezy 9 yrs ago

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I'm just a very casual roleplayer. I'm not really good at bios, so if you wanna know something just ask.

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So...is this dead or..?
Jake stood there in deep thought. What was best for the group? Alyssa could possibly leave, an asset lost in the world. He could let Quinn go, but then there would be an absence in combat. Jake took a deep breath. "Listen, Quinn. I understand you fucked up. I can see that you feel sorry. And so I'll give you a chance to prove it, not to me, but everyone who doubts you. I believe you aren't going to kill any of us considering we're all intact." Jake said, turning to face Quinn.

Jake then looked to Alyssa. "Alright. You have two options. You stick with us, Quinn still a part of the group. Or you can leave, no questions asked, no interference, no harm." He said. Jake knew damn well he wasn't fit to be a leader, but he had to speak his mind sooner or later.
@SaikaAnge I'm still in for sure
@KatherinWinter I don't mind
A quick ball of fire sailed across the sky, aimed at Elora's stomach. The fireball was followed by two more. Alexander looked up at the sky and saw them, a bit confused. He then looked back to see a man clutching his shoulder with his free hand. He dropped to a knee, firing two more fireballs at her. Alexander smiled, knowing this guy was on their side.
Jake was appalled from Quinn's confession. He felt sick to his stomach. "Y-you...? In the Blood Army...?" Jake asked, both stunned and confused. He tried to remain calm and not jump to conclusions. He took a deep breath. He felt angry when he learned he had taken Alyssa hostage before. He took another deep breath, still in a bit of disbelief.

"Quinn..." Jake started, turning away from him. But then something clicked. Desertion. Quinn wasn't affiliated. "Wait. Desertion?" He asked, trying to find the good in the situation. If there was any at least.
Alexander went more defensive, standing in front of Rosline. He grabbed a shield, blocking a few arrows that flew to them. He gently applied pressure to her wound, trying desperately to keep her from bleeding out. "Stay with me! Don't die on me!" Alexander yelled, arrows still flying, both inaccurate and sloppily shot.
Alexander angrily rushed to Ironbanes, sadistically maiming them. He violently removed limbs from executed enemies, continued to stab and slash downed opponents, and relentlessly reduced all in his way into chopped up pieces of meat. Blood splattered across his face, armor, and sword, a fire of pure hatred in his eyes.
Alexander's assault team charged in with Alexander, killing off anyone hiding or surviving. Alexander saw cowering enemies trying to surrender, only to meet the fate of Alexander's sword. He smiled deviously, looking around to see the destruction. "Men! Look around you! This is what happens to Ironbanes and their supporters!" Alexander yelled, executing a few Ironbanes as he spoke. His squad let out a loud war cry, most of his squad young boys picking up swords for the first time.
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