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Could the "dormant" form of a vessel also have an effect? Right now, I am imaging a thief/spy character whose vessel switches between the dormant form of a key and the active form of a dagger. And that while it is a key, it shapes itself to any lock and basically if there is a magical lock, if the wielder of the key has more potent magic than the creator of the lock (at the time he made the lock), he can also break magical locks. In theory, the key could be a third form, however I think it would be better if it just had the two.
@Grim Fandango I feel like Sarah would loot things off the train and guards, is that cool?
Alex will just empower her and we can just take the train with us.
I am considering it, though if I don't join, it is probably because I am already in several other rps.
Redd had gotten up without much noise. He was not one for self-reflection. He is, and so he is. He had something in his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed it. It was good, but deep down, he knew that there was something better and he knew it name well. "Blood". Though, while he did not care what others thought of his taste, he also had the pre-built that donors would be hard to find. Besides, while he was chewing, he bite his lip and tasted his own blood. It was not bad, but it was not great either. Though, he still did not know much and decided to bide his time and simply sat down and waited.
Limited the gift as you asked.
(Edit) My goblin, I guess I could say that I originally thought of him as a much darker character, but that didn't seem to fit the tone, though I do like this new direction I have with him
Right now I am thinking about joining. The idea of the character is a red-skinned goblin who can locate anything, some long as that anything bleeds, and he has the blood of the previously mentioned anything (In simple terms, if he has somethings blood, or he has injested something blood in the past 24 hours, he can locate it. If it split into multiple pieces, he is drawn towards the largest piece, or the largest gathering of smaller pieces.)
The only reason I didn't post a CS is that I don't yet have a personality and a background, so it would be simpler to just ask if that would would be ok.
The only reason I didn't post a CS is that I don't yet have a personality and a background, so it would be simpler to just ask if that would would be ok.
Fenrir casually walked down the path. He was use to crowds of people who don’t know how to shut up, invasive questions, and the occasional ravings of a lunatic. The context might be different, but they still felt familiar. His eyes was focused right in front of him, however his ears keep turning from side to side. Fenrir could handle crowds, he didn’t like them, but he learned to tolerate them. The real problem was that felt like the perfect time for someone to attack them, and the sea of people will quickly turn into a liability.
As he was walking, he snapped out of his haze and realized that while he was scanning the crowd for suspicious sounds, a reporter had put a mic in his face and several of them was calling his real name. “Firstly, it is Fenrir. But go ahead, ask your questions. It isn’t like I have anything better to do right now.” he said, as he keep walking forward at the same pace.
One reporter asked, "What is your relationship with the villain by the name Erland Calderson, who now goes by the name Loki?"
Fenrir bite his lip, looking around You are mistaking my boss for someone else. He might be a street thug, but he is a good man.
Another reporter asked, "What made you join this group? Was it order to get pardon for your past crimes."
He paused and shrugged his shoulders, "I just got bored. That and my old haunt smelled like rotting cheese."
A third reporter asked, "What do you think about the other members of this team?"
Fenrir looked around, "First time seeing them, but my first impression is that they are utterly useless. The only one that looks like he could handle a fight is Mr. Crazy over there."
Fenrir noticed that he was close to do the door, Ok no more questions, you social parasites. he said, and just picked up pace and went towards the door.
As he was walking, he snapped out of his haze and realized that while he was scanning the crowd for suspicious sounds, a reporter had put a mic in his face and several of them was calling his real name. “Firstly, it is Fenrir. But go ahead, ask your questions. It isn’t like I have anything better to do right now.” he said, as he keep walking forward at the same pace.
One reporter asked, "What is your relationship with the villain by the name Erland Calderson, who now goes by the name Loki?"
Fenrir bite his lip, looking around You are mistaking my boss for someone else. He might be a street thug, but he is a good man.
Another reporter asked, "What made you join this group? Was it order to get pardon for your past crimes."
He paused and shrugged his shoulders, "I just got bored. That and my old haunt smelled like rotting cheese."
A third reporter asked, "What do you think about the other members of this team?"
Fenrir looked around, "First time seeing them, but my first impression is that they are utterly useless. The only one that looks like he could handle a fight is Mr. Crazy over there."
Fenrir noticed that he was close to do the door, Ok no more questions, you social parasites. he said, and just picked up pace and went towards the door.
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