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.
I forgot to mention it in my CS, but my character is the Son of Diablo. As Entropsy is well aware since we talked about it in the interest check. Just something for other demon characters, since I figure you'd recognize a son of the demon lord. Or smell his power or some shit.
Azaadz is a boy of 6 Feet and 2 inches in height. He is pale skinned, and toned. His eyes are usually a starling electric blue, though they can change to red when he is angry, and hauntingly green when he is using Necromancy. He has a long scar running from his left eyebrow to the right corner of his mouth, and demonic tattoos covering his upper body. Both 'Gifts' from his father. He is strong and fast, though depends on the deployment and use of his wings for agility. Meaning if he is in a tight corridor, the boy will have a hard time dodging attacks. He does have wings as show in his picture, though they fold away easily.
mentality
Azaadz seems mentally stable, albeit a very calm and almost sociopathic lack of emotion. This is simply his armor against the hatred he has been subjected to at the hands of the humans when he was found out to be half-demon. Inside he is really a highly intelligent boy, a romantic in some respects as he craves finding that girl. The one who will accept him forever. Very few see this side, and those that do are his trusted friends. Azaadz will happily die for these people. Azaadz also has a side that only one person has seen before. When finally pushed to the breaking point, the demon inside of him is released. The boy will attack and kill any being who is not among those he loves, he becomes an immensely violent and blood thirsty creature. As he is what scripture defines as the Antichrist. In this state, the boy is also very powerful compared to usual. Nearly impossible to kill without holy weapons, demonic abilities, or high caliber explosive rounds. Though it takes a lot to get him to this state, the only thing that has set it off before was the death of the only being ever to be nice to him.
abilities
Azaadz is a highly intelligent boy, and also very quick in a fight. But these are not all he has, the boy has powers from his half demon side. They are as follows: Flight (wings), Telepathy, super strength (strong enough to like kill somebody by punching the dude and breaking le neck), and seeing through walls as well as extremely long distances (via that magical orb thing in the picture.) He is weak to holy objects, demonic magic caused by his father and higher demons. Also can be killed like a normal human.
possessions
Azaadz owns little more than the clothes on his back, his sword which was taken from a demon he killed when younger, and a bolt-action Sniper Rifle he took from the dead body of a survivor he came across.
function
Nguyen is taking Azaadz along, due to his abilities and strength in a fight. Also because the boy is intelligent, so having a being around to help think of solutions to puzzles help. Not to mention having a demon who is able to square off against others of his kind around also helps in this world. He is there to protect the group, and to assist in taking Daisy down.
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
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.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>