@geminironin, @Kaalee, is now a good time for Ronin to come roaring in, or do you want me to wait a few posts?
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Hello~ My screen name is LadyTale, but you can call me Tale. You can also call me Chaos, if you wish. There's a bit of a story behind that nickname, but it's not one I'm likely to share. It would take too long, anyway.
I'll participate in many genres of RPs, but there are a few I avoid. Some of my favorite genres are fantasy and action/adventure, although I also like sci-fi and romance, up to a point.
I read a lot of fanfiction. An almost ridiculous amount of fanfiction, actually. If there are any fandom RPs out there for the fandoms I'm interested in, I'll most likely join.
In conclusion, I am Sherlocked, a member of Loki's Army, a Whovian, and an anime lover.
I'll participate in many genres of RPs, but there are a few I avoid. Some of my favorite genres are fantasy and action/adventure, although I also like sci-fi and romance, up to a point.
I read a lot of fanfiction. An almost ridiculous amount of fanfiction, actually. If there are any fandom RPs out there for the fandoms I'm interested in, I'll most likely join.
In conclusion, I am Sherlocked, a member of Loki's Army, a Whovian, and an anime lover.
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Morana walked up to the door with a businesslike manner, no less than three guns and twelve knives hidden on her person. The shoulder bag she carried held another gun, a can of pepper spray, and a taser. Some might call her paranoid, but in her line of work, there was no such thing. She nodded to the people already at the door.
Kill them. The voice said. As usual, there was no strong emotion to it.
Nil mortifi sine lucre. She thought back. No killing without payment.
Kill them. The voice said. As usual, there was no strong emotion to it.
Nil mortifi sine lucre. She thought back. No killing without payment.
Leaning against the wall, Natasha Romanoff kept an eye on her one small suitcase. This mission better be important, Fury. She thought, annoyed. You know I don't like interdimensional travel. Her face was perfectly calm, showing not the slightest trace of her inner anger.
Surveying the area casually, anyone looking at her would see just another Earth woman fascinated by the different people, creatures, androids, etc. However, she was highly alert, cataloguing any and all danger to be found.
Surveying the area casually, anyone looking at her would see just another Earth woman fascinated by the different people, creatures, androids, etc. However, she was highly alert, cataloguing any and all danger to be found.
When Morana received the email, her eyes widened imperceptibly. How did you get this address? She typed furiously. This was not good. If some random person knew her top-secret personal email address... that meant bad things.
You know what you should do. Once again, the voice spoke up, sounding like a coffin lid closing. Find them and kill them.
Sounds good to me. Morana worked on finishing the email. Whoever you are, I'm giving you one chance to explain yourself. I'll visit you, I suppose, but if I don't like what I find, you won't like what I can do. Goodbye. She hit send and closed the laptop. Two days later, she was on a flight to Scotland.
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So this is the place. Morana looked up at the castle and rolled her eyes. Some people.
Remember, show no mercy.
With the voice's reminder lingering in her thoughts, Morana walked towards the castle.
You know what you should do. Once again, the voice spoke up, sounding like a coffin lid closing. Find them and kill them.
Sounds good to me. Morana worked on finishing the email. Whoever you are, I'm giving you one chance to explain yourself. I'll visit you, I suppose, but if I don't like what I find, you won't like what I can do. Goodbye. She hit send and closed the laptop. Two days later, she was on a flight to Scotland.
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So this is the place. Morana looked up at the castle and rolled her eyes. Some people.
Remember, show no mercy.
With the voice's reminder lingering in her thoughts, Morana walked towards the castle.
"Alda went to get pizza. I have no clue where Brant is, but I'll find him." Ronin said quickly, using a bit of magic to summon her weapons. That done, she ran off towards her motorcycle, vaulted aboard, and took off towards town.
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However, as soon as Corry left, the clones winked out, and Sithra sat down. "That takes a lot out of me." Closing her eyes, she tested her magic reserves. "Yeah, I won't be able to do much for the rest of the day, at least."
Aenor, after leaving his stuff in his room, started wandering around. He didn't care much where he went, but if he saw a dark elf, he immediately went the other way. Eventually, he wound up at the baths. Stripping quickly, he stepped into the water and relaxed.
Aenor, after leaving his stuff in his room, started wandering around. He didn't care much where he went, but if he saw a dark elf, he immediately went the other way. Eventually, he wound up at the baths. Stripping quickly, he stepped into the water and relaxed.
Name: Morana de Syn
Age: 20
Demon: Death
Personality: Quick-witted, quietly confident; when she speaks, people listen
Bio: Morana was actually a mercenary. She started when she was 16, and quickly earned a reputation as a ruthless, coldly efficient assassin, known only as the Shadowmancer. Only recently did the voice start talking, but for the most part, she's ignored it, as it's basically telling her to do her job
Age: 20
Demon: Death
Personality: Quick-witted, quietly confident; when she speaks, people listen
Bio: Morana was actually a mercenary. She started when she was 16, and quickly earned a reputation as a ruthless, coldly efficient assassin, known only as the Shadowmancer. Only recently did the voice start talking, but for the most part, she's ignored it, as it's basically telling her to do her job
"This is not good." The Doctor looked between his future self and the person who acted like she knew him. Well, one of him.
"What do you mean, the Doctor?" Donna demanded. "Pull the other one, mister!"
"He's me." The Doctor explained. "Me in the future." He turned to the dark-haired girl. "Who are you, and how do you know me?" He asked, not angry, just confused.
"What do you mean, the Doctor?" Donna demanded. "Pull the other one, mister!"
"He's me." The Doctor explained. "Me in the future." He turned to the dark-haired girl. "Who are you, and how do you know me?" He asked, not angry, just confused.
Rory watched people pass by, then returned to his book. Sigmund, as always, was on guard against any threat.
(If you're talking about Rory, Apoalo, his hair is white.)
Sauntering towards the mess hall, Ronin contemplated all the tricks she would play on the newbies. This will be fun. She thought wickedly. Don't you think so, father? As usual, Loki didn't reply, but Ronin still liked talking to him in her head sometimes.
(If you're talking about Rory, Apoalo, his hair is white.)
Sauntering towards the mess hall, Ronin contemplated all the tricks she would play on the newbies. This will be fun. She thought wickedly. Don't you think so, father? As usual, Loki didn't reply, but Ronin still liked talking to him in her head sometimes.
Sigmund tensed, readying his weapon, and Rory looked up. "Stand down, vinr." He ordered softly. "He's not a threat." He had seen this boy in the group following Ronin earlier, and knew that Loki's daughter would not stand for enemies of any kind to enter Staðr Húsgørð.
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