JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
- Last Seen: 11 mos ago
- Old Guild Username: Jasonhero
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
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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!
Bio
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.
Most Recent Posts
> > Jason approached the group where one girl seemed like she was literally about to just burst into flames right there in front of him. She seemed to be hostile towards the other boy there who was calmly responding. The boy decided to stand back a little bit from the group. He was in plain sight, but still a little ways away. Just... watching them.
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> Shade noticed that he'd been talking for longer than he thought , and quickly scanned the surrounding area for any threats or unknowns . He thought he picked up one guy near the edge of his vision, but visibility in a forest isn't the greatest.
Jason noticed a boy that seemed to be looking at him. He watched this boy, any move that seemed hostile and Jason decided that he would kill the person. Right where he stood.
Jason approached the group where one girl seemed like she was literally about to just burst into flames right there in front of him. She seemed to be hostile towards the other boy there who was calmly responding. The boy decided to stand back a little bit from the group. He was in plain sight, but still a little ways away. Just... watching them.
Jason's head poked up as he heard the sound of an explosion near the forest. The boy began to move from where he had been previously in one of the old houses, searching for some sort of Weapon to investigate this strange event. Even as he ran towards what it wss, ideas of what have might happened raced through the boy's mind.
Am I accepted?
Name: Jason Diabolus
Age: 17
Appearance: (Except no piercings and his eyes glow slightly)
Power: Necromancy (That includes Summoning the spirits as just spirits or the physical body. As well as being able to talk to the dead). He can also manipulate spirits to make himself fly.
Bio: Jason was a regular boy until his powers manifested on his 13th birthday. At that point people became afraid of the boy, his own parents tried to take his life out of fear of the 'monster' their son had become, and he had defended himself. This resulted in the death of his parents, and the boy running from his life. Now he lives among the outcasts, plotted for the chance to destroy those who wronged them. Then reintergrate with the world. The boy hates those who have personally harmed them, but not the rest of the population. The boy is in a watch list by the guards on the bridges. As he is classified as highly dangerous.
Do I post the CS here or in the character tab?
This still open?
Would a character who actually is half-demon and the son of one of these 'gods' who is evil (Hence demon) be playable?
"Hey, just because I don't have a life, doesn't mean I'm a dork. Dork" Jason responds playfully, something about being around Ash made him just so playful. It was kind of a strange feeling for the boy
"My pride hurts like hell but other than that yeah I'm good." He said as he got up and looked at her. "That was really embarassing" He said with a soft laugh to himself.
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