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Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Last IC post was 3 months ago

Star Wars: Fear (In need of rebels)

Hey before I try and make a CS, is this dead?

Digimin rp idea

A general one could be

Digimon: Spliced Worlds

idk i just went off the idea that the digital and real world is together

EDIT:
also dibs on commandramon

Return of Erelith

Jameson Telluth, Captain of the Guard, Insignificant

Artis Port

Jameson couldn't help but grin at the abomination screeching in pain due to his sword. It had been awhile since he had some quick thinking like that, most of the conflict in Artis port simply required him to draw his sword and the merchants would back down.

"Looks like I still got it!" He roared, bravado coursing through his veins. The creature grasped at the sword in his chest, but only to have the warrior he was holding to brutally kick the sword further in. The creature dropped the man to the ground to bring its other hand to the sword, desperately trying to free itself from the pain.

"Hold on, traveler!" Jameson said, confidently running to the fallen man. With his pride and adrenaline at the highest it had been in years, Jameson figured he could easily retrieve the wounded knight as the creature was trying to free itself. This would definitely be a tale to tell to all of his friends. Perhaps he could even get an early retirement out of this.

"You whoreson!"

A crossbow bolt had stopped Jameson's day dreaming and his stride, piercing his shoulder and a wall behind him. Jameson screamed in pain, immediately dropping his sword and clutching the gaping hole left in his shoulder. The arm was completely limp, and the injury in his shoulder felt as if every tendon was being pulled and twisted, then dipped into a jar of acid. His screams almost deafened him to the the phrase uttered behind him.

"Fire."

The words seemed to be spoken so softly compared to the devastation it caused. It began with the husk turning into a bonfire, then an inferno. However almost instantly, the towering flames collapse, leaving nothing, and for a second there was only Jameson's screaming. Apparently the flames felt as if they could do better than Jameson's screaming, and an explosion of fire roared from the husk, sending the knight flying through a wall. Jameson was further back, but was still thrown by the blast, skidding on the ground, probably about two or three feet away from the source of the faint voice. The only thing that stopped him was the width of the alley way meeting with the top of his helm, which was enough to cause Jameson's vision to envelop in darkness.

Return of Erelith

here's a pic of Jameson because i fucked up

Digimin rp idea

sure

Digimin rp idea

How many people we thinking before this goes up?

Digimin rp idea

I suppose I would be down. I would only want the one Digimon tho.

Return of Erelith

Dominus (Side)

"He will perish."

-RACE: ???
-AGE: 27
-HEIGHT- 5' 3"
-WEIGHT- 120 Lbs.

Weapons and Skills

"Physical weaponry is for the weak."

"Dominus" relies solely on magic for self defense, as one would expect from someone from the House of Dominus. The Mage of Dominus prefers shocking her enemies, whether they be up close or from far away. She either calls bolts of lightning from the sky or grabs her enemies and sends a strong current throughout the victim's body. She also knows basic protection wards, able to protect herself from weak magical attacks and the cost of her own offensive abilities.

Dominus also surprisingly shows skills in stealth and acrobatics, able to blend in anywhere and traverse through any rough terrain easily. The origins of these skills are unknown, whether they come from magic or talent and if it was learned on her own or via the House of Dominus is up for anyone to guess

Biography

"..."

Little to nothing is known about this Dominus mage, other than that she hails from the House of Dominus of Praelium. Her presence is whispered of by some townsfolk, a hooded figure who says nothing, except to ask a tavern keeper for food and lodging.

Only the House of Dominus and Tyrannus Carver know this mage's target, the former Praelian mage Darlien Garandinar. His actions towards Praelium have caused too many countries to think it is weak, thus creating the impending war with the On'hinians and an increase aggression from the Northern Desert Tribes. Her goal is to kill Darlien and have his head placed on a pike for Praelium to hold high, in hopes this will show that Praelium was not killed by some simple barbarians, but a powerful mage who no longer poses a threat.

Personality

"Your advances are not and never will be appreciated..."

The Dominus mage seems to have no personality, and adheres strictly to her mission to hunt down Darlien. She avoids all advances from others, simply ignoring anyone who wishes to talk to her. If they are persistent, the mage tends to accept their advances and takes them to a secluded area, disposing of them stealthily and quickly.

"But.. As for mages..."

However, the mage is always curious about any other magic user. If she ever comes across who she detects to be a powerful mage, she tends to take a day observing them and their habits, especially with their spell casting abilities. Sometimes she manipulates the mages surrounds to provoke them into attacks, just so she can see their magic.

Return of Erelith

Carver Pentaghast. Main.

House Dominus, Great Praelium, Praelium

Carver was rubbing his temples in a dark, plain room. There was a hooded figure across from him whose face was obscured by the shadows. The figure sat hands clasped together and across the table, motionless and without reacting to the Tyrannus' distress state.

"A powerful mage has been out their for at least 7 years and you tell me this now?" Carver said, more exasperated than angry. "Not to mentioned you killed a Dec, too. We thought it was an assassination that killed Dec Garandinar..."

"The past cannot be changed." A female voice replied from the seemingly lifeless robe. "We focus on the now. Intel tells us he is plotting to destroy the entire nation of Praelium. And he is quite capable of doing it."

"Right, right, a human with possible the highest magical potential in years, and that was at age thirteen." Carver replied sarcastically. "Gods know how powerful he is now."

"We will send out someone of our own." The voice responded. "They also have high potential. Not nearly as great as his, however."

"Yes, I'm sure that will go over well." Carver said, sitting up from his chair. "Now are you done telling me that doomsday is nigh for Praelium, or can I leave?"

The figure responded with silence. Carver took that as a cue to leave, but as he turned his back the figure said something else.

"Only one." The figure revealed itself to not be some emotionless automaton by speaking with a bit of uneasiness in its voice. It seemed to be contemplating something. Finally, the figure spoke, but their voice was softer than before. "Your reign of Tyrannus will almost certainly be short. Prepare for death."

Carver's posture immediately stiffened, as if he had just been struck by lightning. To have his reign be cut short by one man? To have the entire country be ended by a single soul?

No... I will not allow it. No matter his magical talent, he will not get the best of me..

Carver's previously frightened demeanor shifted towards and aggressive stance. He slammed his fist against the royal armor he bore and room resounded with a spectacular metal sound.

"The bastard may end me, but he will not end Praelium." He snarled and turned around. He stopped in the doorway. "And I'll be sure to take him to hell with me."

The figure remained motionless, but cracked a smile under their robe.

"See to it, Lord Tyrannus. May Erelith's power guide you."