JonxlatheLion Member
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: Droneboy
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 667 (0.17 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- JonxlatheLion 11 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
hey lol. I'm going to have access this weekend so go ahead and make a sheet for your mafia
I'm here too...
Just no inspiration
talk to meeee!
Just no inspiration
talk to meeee!
soooo...
teachers? do they exist?
teachers? do they exist?
I might get back in this, gonna make a new character though.
Alexander shakes his head. "No, No I'm not a teacher. I'm here seeking shelter from people that would harm me without second thought." He takes his hat off, showing long black hair and a surprisingly kind face. His age was obvious, he was not young at all. "My appearance makes people fear me, and when people fear something, they attack it. Plain and simple." He puts his hat back on, and sighs. "But, when one is the son of a Witch, people assume the worst. I guess I should not blame them. Witches have been forces to fear for a long while. My name is Alexander Vanzrix, by the way. Now you know who I am, and from the looks it's easy to tell you are all either weapons or meisters. I'm a bit more... unique for reasons I'd rather keep to myself for now." He does however go over to a more shady spot.
George was a little shocked at what the man just said. His mother was a witch? He decided it best to hold his tongue though. This man was quite intimidating, he was not going to lie to himself. Wilson however did not know what to think. The name seemed familiar too. This was just weird. He shakes the thought from his head once more. No need to worry about these little thoughts. They happen a lot sometimes.
George was a little shocked at what the man just said. His mother was a witch? He decided it best to hold his tongue though. This man was quite intimidating, he was not going to lie to himself. Wilson however did not know what to think. The name seemed familiar too. This was just weird. He shakes the thought from his head once more. No need to worry about these little thoughts. They happen a lot sometimes.
lol. And Alexander speaks!
and wisdom comes forth from his mouth :P
and wisdom comes forth from his mouth :P
Alexander lifts his head, and says "And women stab you in the back when it best suits them. They cheat and lie to get what they want. And then blame it all on men when they get caught in the act." He cracks his neck a little by jerking his head to the side, and steps foreward a little. "Men are not the only ones responsible for hate. Yes, they do sow it. But women do too. Everyone does. Thus is the way of the world. Or so I have learned." He towered over everyone there, and looked menacing. But he tried his best not to, atleast. didn't work to well. "Men do manipulate women, but women can do the same to men quite easily. Thanks to that, I was born as something hated." small metallic spikes start to show on his knuckles, but it wasn't too noticeable. Yet. He clenches his fists a little as memories swarm into his head. Rejection and Loathing. He shakes his head, and the small spikes recede. "So don't blame the evils of humans on men alone."
George returns with Wilson trailing behind him, and observes the area once more. A man in dark clothing had arrived since they left, and was a monster of a man. A whole five inches taller than he. Wilson cowers from him a little behind George. He seemed... familiar somehow. He removed the thought from his head. No, he didn't know this man. He had never seen him before.
George returns with Wilson trailing behind him, and observes the area once more. A man in dark clothing had arrived since they left, and was a monster of a man. A whole five inches taller than he. Wilson cowers from him a little behind George. He seemed... familiar somehow. He removed the thought from his head. No, he didn't know this man. He had never seen him before.
I'm afraid Alexander is not going to help Mary's fear of men XD
He's probably going to make it worse pffft.
He's probably going to make it worse pffft.
A man in dark clothing and a hat that shadowed his face appears on the bottom of the step of the DWMA. This man was not a good man in any means of the word. His heart had turned to steel a long time ago, leaving his troubled mind to carve his personality out of the stone that was his past. He had a past that was not for the feint of heart, and many shun him for what he is. This man's name was Alexander Vanzrix. A mix between weapon and witch, he was quite a foe in combat indeed, but here he was not interested in combat. Here he came to find acceptance. Maybe the DWMA would understand. He starts up the steps, the large amount not bothering him. Eventually he makes it to the top, and looks around. He wanders around, not caring that he has no doubt been noticed. Unlike full witches he cannot disguise his soul. He could handle himself though. Eventually he finds himself where the new meisters and weapons are, and just stays at the edge of the group of teenagers, not saying anything for now. From the looks of it strange things were going on. There was some girl wrapped in enough clothing to make a tent, a boy with green hair? And there was also a huge syringe. He couldn't help but smirk at the scenery.
Name: Alexander Vanzrix
Age: 41
Gender: male
Species: Weapon/Witch hybrid
Appearance:
His half-weapon form is that two scythe-like blades come out of his shoulders and metal spikes extrude from his knuckles.
His animal form is a jet black winged snake.
Biography: He was abandoned by his family. His father was ashamed of him, his mother not wanting anything to do with him. He was beaten, cursed, and abused. He ran from his home at the age of 16, and has lived his whole life being rejected because of his sinister appearance. Eventually he became what people saw in him.
A heartless monster.
Abilities:
witch side;
Dark Bolt: A ball of black flame appears in his hand, which he can toss. Does damage to soul and body.
Black Ascension: Wings of dark energy form on his back, allowing minor flight and hovering.
Stone Tomb: surrounds himself in a stone-like substance. Used for protection, but can be broken with enough force.
Grave Digger: Can make the ground around his foe turn to a near liquid, dragging them in with their own weight. This however puts much strain on him, and hasn't managed to completely submerge someone in the ground without passing out.
Weapon;
Soul Rend: The scythes on his shoulders slides out, making them into dangerous weapons. This is a soul resonance and requires a participating meister.
Personality: Cold and cruel, uncaring of the people around him. His steely stare and frightening demeanor only add to the intimidation his size gives. His determination is unmatched, and if he sets his eyes on something, you'd have to kill him to stop him.
Likes: Mostly likes to train himself, physically and mentally.
Dislikes: Other people as a whole. But a select few have been known to get him to warm up to them and have an albeit shaky friendship.
Age: 41
Gender: male
Species: Weapon/Witch hybrid
Appearance:
He is 6'10" and weighs 299 pounds
His half-weapon form is that two scythe-like blades come out of his shoulders and metal spikes extrude from his knuckles.
His animal form is a jet black winged snake.
Biography: He was abandoned by his family. His father was ashamed of him, his mother not wanting anything to do with him. He was beaten, cursed, and abused. He ran from his home at the age of 16, and has lived his whole life being rejected because of his sinister appearance. Eventually he became what people saw in him.
A heartless monster.
Abilities:
witch side;
Dark Bolt: A ball of black flame appears in his hand, which he can toss. Does damage to soul and body.
Black Ascension: Wings of dark energy form on his back, allowing minor flight and hovering.
Stone Tomb: surrounds himself in a stone-like substance. Used for protection, but can be broken with enough force.
Grave Digger: Can make the ground around his foe turn to a near liquid, dragging them in with their own weight. This however puts much strain on him, and hasn't managed to completely submerge someone in the ground without passing out.
Weapon;
Soul Rend: The scythes on his shoulders slides out, making them into dangerous weapons. This is a soul resonance and requires a participating meister.
Personality: Cold and cruel, uncaring of the people around him. His steely stare and frightening demeanor only add to the intimidation his size gives. His determination is unmatched, and if he sets his eyes on something, you'd have to kill him to stop him.
Likes: Mostly likes to train himself, physically and mentally.
Dislikes: Other people as a whole. But a select few have been known to get him to warm up to them and have an albeit shaky friendship.
© 2007-2024