JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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6 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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I was about to ask about the room mate thing, then saw your post. That answers that, although; are rommates allowed to be different genders? Or is it 2 males per room and 2 females per room?
Jason looked at the girl as she seemed to shake a little bit, his electric blue eyes holding their gaze at Ash. He was surprised that she had even managed to last this long among everybody else of she was that scared.
Jason stared at her for a second before nodding in acknowledgement. He didn't like how she acted, so the boy decided that he would watch her. The outwardly friendly ones were usually the ones who would hurt you the soonest. So the boy turned back to the room. He noticed the girl curled up like she was terrified of the others.... Ash if he was recalling her name correctly, the boy felt a pang of sadness for her. He knew what that dark place was like where she currently was. It was horrible, anxiety was not fun. The boy also was aware that he had a very strong sense of needing to protect and help those in dark places. He had no idea where he had developed this notion but it was clearly there. The boy decided he would try to talk to that girl later, maybe see if he was able to help her get over the anxiety.
Jason spun as something tapped him on the shoulder. His first thought since it came from the shadows was that it came from his father. Immediately a long blade rose from his pocket and floated in front of him. It glinted in the little light that entered the Shadow as Jason glared at the person. Although he soon recognized her as one of the others. His knife fell back to his pocket. "It is unwise to do that to me again if you intend to live. Some of us have different threats than the others in this room to watch out for." The boy growled
Jason stepped out of the darkness that he had hidden himself in. His eyes glowed slightly as he looked over them again, not even bothering to hide that he was seeing who was a threat, or dangerous look that came with being half-demon. "Jason Diabolus. I got Emerald" He said, as the ring floated in front of him. He was using his telekinesis openly to broadcast a simple message... mostly directed at the girl who was armed, showing his confidence that none of them could harm him. The message that he sent was simply You aren't the only dangerous one . Then the boy retreated to his shadow
Jason took the easy way out, his abilities made it easy for him to traces long distances, the boy simply stepped out of one of the shadows of the manor's porch and turned to look at the door. This place had a creepy air to it, like the whole area was possessed. Wonderful. Hopefully this isn't my father's presence that is producing this creepy air . These thoughts crossed the young boy's mind as he walked down the hallway and discovers others sitting inside. His glowing blue eyes search the room the, good there wasn't anybody he knew. The boy slunk to a corner and watched the others with those electric blue eyes.
Name: Jason Diabolus
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Gemstone: Emerald
Appearance:
(NOTE: No Piercings, and his eyes glow slightly)
Personality: Jason is an outcast, his first defense to dealing with others who are rude or strange is to throw up his emotional walls and shrink back into himself. He is however, he is a highly intelligent and very loyal individual to those he attaches to and is secretly a romantic, desperately wishing for another person who cares for him and loves him. He struggles to get that goal even as he faces down the demon inside.
Gifts (Limited to Three): Necromancy (He can summon the dead), Telekinesis, and Shadow Travel (Teleportation via Shadows).
Bio: Jason is not normal, nor will he ever be normal. The boy is the result of a desperate young woman, poor and addicted to drugs, making a deal with the demon lord who presides over the world of the dead, he made her successful in exchange for her bearing his child to be his successor when the day is right. The result is Jason, the son of a wealthy movie star and the Lord of the Dead. His mother never loved him, she would try to keep him locked in his room as much as possible, since to her he was just a monster. The boy himself was not a monster, but the monster lay inside of him; his demon side wanting to take what it wants. The boy has struggled with it throughout his life, with no respite. Jason knew what he needed to do, he needed to become one with that side, to harness it's power but force it to obey his will. That is how the boy would be able to get himself under control. He has always had issues with others bullying him, and the time that the boy tried to stop them, his demon took over and the boy lashed out. Leading to three kids from his 5th grade class being slaughtered brutally, with no evidence as to what killed them, and just enough to recognize what the bodies were. Jason is afraid of himself; he is a monster, a freak. Then the deathbat ring arrived . Summoning him to go to a strange place, but the boy followed. He now wears the ring everywhere he goes as he arrives at the place, the deathbat's eyes and open mouth shining with the emerald inside. It is time for Jason to face whatever roads lay ahead, and hopefully see the outcome he desires.
Other: For those wondering what the Deathbat looks like:
The black spaces have the emerald.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Gemstone: Emerald
Appearance:
(NOTE: No Piercings, and his eyes glow slightly)Personality: Jason is an outcast, his first defense to dealing with others who are rude or strange is to throw up his emotional walls and shrink back into himself. He is however, he is a highly intelligent and very loyal individual to those he attaches to and is secretly a romantic, desperately wishing for another person who cares for him and loves him. He struggles to get that goal even as he faces down the demon inside.
Gifts (Limited to Three): Necromancy (He can summon the dead), Telekinesis, and Shadow Travel (Teleportation via Shadows).
Bio: Jason is not normal, nor will he ever be normal. The boy is the result of a desperate young woman, poor and addicted to drugs, making a deal with the demon lord who presides over the world of the dead, he made her successful in exchange for her bearing his child to be his successor when the day is right. The result is Jason, the son of a wealthy movie star and the Lord of the Dead. His mother never loved him, she would try to keep him locked in his room as much as possible, since to her he was just a monster. The boy himself was not a monster, but the monster lay inside of him; his demon side wanting to take what it wants. The boy has struggled with it throughout his life, with no respite. Jason knew what he needed to do, he needed to become one with that side, to harness it's power but force it to obey his will. That is how the boy would be able to get himself under control. He has always had issues with others bullying him, and the time that the boy tried to stop them, his demon took over and the boy lashed out. Leading to three kids from his 5th grade class being slaughtered brutally, with no evidence as to what killed them, and just enough to recognize what the bodies were. Jason is afraid of himself; he is a monster, a freak. Then the deathbat ring arrived . Summoning him to go to a strange place, but the boy followed. He now wears the ring everywhere he goes as he arrives at the place, the deathbat's eyes and open mouth shining with the emerald inside. It is time for Jason to face whatever roads lay ahead, and hopefully see the outcome he desires.
Other: For those wondering what the Deathbat looks like:
The black spaces have the emerald.Roran, if your Jounin is looking at the Genin I think he is... Ryuu isn't gonna have a good day xD
"I'm not very good at the pleasant talk, Sensei. I'll do my best though" Ryuu said simply before turning to head out into the exams area, since the boy figured that with the bigger crowds and mass of people, it would probably be easier to navigate through and note be seen while having a wealth of information going around in which he could pick and choose which information he decided to remember, if only he knew some form of Jutsu to allow him to make it appear as if he was a different person... life would be much easier.
As Ryuu entered the testing area, he couldn't help but admire the diversity of all the people there, and they were all in such a small area as well. It was amazing to the young Shinobi, especially that there hadn't been an all out fight yet. Surely there had to be some Shinobi in here to didn't like each other. Either way, the boy knew that he had to focus on his goal that was ahead. So he went for the nearest crowd, who were watching a match, and stood near the rear where he could see some Shinobi wearing Konohoagakure gear.
The group was talking among themselves as they watched the fight, not taking any notice of the Genin who had walked up near them, but Ryuu had taken the time to ensure that he was in a position close to them, but where it would still look like he was just watching the match. He settled in and began to listen closely to the three, hoping to gain some sort of insight into their Village rather soon that he could move on to the next group or individual and get his mission done faster.
As Ryuu entered the testing area, he couldn't help but admire the diversity of all the people there, and they were all in such a small area as well. It was amazing to the young Shinobi, especially that there hadn't been an all out fight yet. Surely there had to be some Shinobi in here to didn't like each other. Either way, the boy knew that he had to focus on his goal that was ahead. So he went for the nearest crowd, who were watching a match, and stood near the rear where he could see some Shinobi wearing Konohoagakure gear.
The group was talking among themselves as they watched the fight, not taking any notice of the Genin who had walked up near them, but Ryuu had taken the time to ensure that he was in a position close to them, but where it would still look like he was just watching the match. He settled in and began to listen closely to the three, hoping to gain some sort of insight into their Village rather soon that he could move on to the next group or individual and get his mission done faster.
After his encounter with Arya, which she had shaved his face and even cut his hair and styled how she liked it. (Which inexplicably meant alot to Jason), his hair was now short, only about an inch long and slightly spiked upwards at the front. The boy got changed and showered before heading down to the shooting range where he found Yelgir. "Evening." The boy said softly. The hollowness in his voice evident.
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