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Apologies to everyone, responses are todays priority
5 yrs ago
Well i guess its time to start over again, responses are on the way just dealing with a fuckton of stress in all forms rn mostly emotional
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5 yrs ago
Can we get the unkillable glitch garuga back that deflected all colors of sharpness and scoffed at traps lmao, or heavenly rathalos lmao
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6 yrs ago
Will respond to all rps later this evening
6 yrs ago
Doing beyond better and ready to rp again
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Bio
Currently a resident of Infanus I lead a group of misfits by the name of the Obsidian Seraph. We are a bunch of Anti-heroes some of us our swords for hire but all in all we are a family. and I The Lord-of-Frozen-Flame likes to rp in my spare time and im into all sort of rps just ask no seriously I get all happy when you do it see:
I like to joke poke fun its me so lets rp and have all teh fun NO BUT FORREALSY Name: Eric or that guy LOL Age: 29 Gender: Male S.O: Straight Location: Philly Personality: I'm very chill and easygoing. not the greatest at writing but i assure everything is easy to understand. Anything else you would like to know, please ask :3
Some of my OCs
Age – 15 DOB – july 1st Height – 5'9" Weight – 220lbs (Full dragon 4tons) Nickname - My name is Sear Favorite Color - Orange, Red, Ash Gray, Black Favorite Music - Any type of Metal Weapon - Barehanded but if i need to i prefer lances Skin - Light Brown Hair - Black with wide red streaks Eyes - They change im told from red to orange to yellow and if im absolutely angry Purple Favorite foods - Meat, anything spicy Likes - Women, Chaos, Fighting, Women, watching things burn, Little girls not many know this about me but i have a soft spot for them. Dislikes - Goody goodies, cold food, Cocky people, Prudes Favorite activities - Anything involving mischief, hunting, eating, Sex both polymorphed and dragon form. Profession/Occupation - Student Motivations - Women Mannerisms - snorts out short bursts of sonic / Electrical energy,
Age – 19 DOB – February 4, 1995 Height – 5’ 5” Weight – 140lbs Nickname – Shimmer, Goldy Favorite Color – Any shade or tint of gold Favorite Music – Anything she can dance to Weapon – Dual handguns, The Martial Art of Capoeira • Dragon Firearm - Gold - Alignment – LG - Regular Shot – Vanishing Shot - Legacy Shot – Forgotten Existence Skin – Caramel or a really light brown Hair – Dirty blonde w/ white gold highlights Eyes – Gold Favorite foods – Whatever She’s a girl with an appetite Likes – Dancing, Sparring, free Running Dislikes – Laziness and assholes Favorite activities – Teaching, testing her skills against stronger opponents Profession/Occupation – Teacher/ Dance instructor Motivations – Her students Mannerisms – Counting always counting be it for a dance routine or music she is always counting
Age – 22 (Human Years) 198(Elven Years) Race - Dark Elf (Drow) DOB – August 16th, 1994 Height – 5’3 Weight – 189lbs Nickname – Silva, Fang Favorite Color – Jet Black, Crimson, Teal Favorite Music - Pop Weapon – Gauntlets and Grieves Skin - Brown Hair - Silver Eyes – Violet with Ice Blue Flecks Favorite foods - Meat raw or Rare of any animal Likes - Hunting and tracking and Catching and killing Dislikes – Slow days, boring days, Boring people Favorite activities – Playing tag, sparring, or playing manhunt Profession/Occupation – Unorthodox Ranger Animal Companion Name - Sylvia Creature – Dire Wolf (Ice Blue) Motivations – Wants to leave a lasting respectable and good example of what it means to be a good Lycan and Drow for his younger siblings Mannerisms – Shadowboxing when idle, tendency to wander off Short Bio – Feleal was born into a middle class drow family where he was taught to set a good example for his brothers and sister as he was the first born. At a young age Feleal was different he displayed a style of hunting that confused even his own mother. Instead of taking up a bow and arrow he would stalk his prey from the trees silent as silent could be and surprise them, beating them until they were within an inch of life and then begin to eat them. When asked about his methods he responded “Because they’re weak and can’t stop me.” To which he promptly smiled. It wasn’t until his baby sister tried to mimic his style and got badly injured that he chose to do things by the book, but only in the presence of her whenever he is alone he will resort to his method. He left home to make a name for himself in the adventuring world and found himself in several dire straits but always found a way out and whenever he would “Wolf Out” his savage more primal side would take over and the hunting ALWAYS resulted in death by any means necessary. Upon returning to normal size his Hunger would peak along with his sex drive and would often go through several women at a local brothel. Where he can often be found renting a room. (Lycan Form) Height – 10t 2in Weight – 320lbs Weapon – Claws and Fangs Hair - Black Eyes – Ice Blue with fleck of violet Likes - Killing, Fighting, Hunting and just plain brutality Dislikes - PACIFISM
Zayden Would grab his things taking special care to pick up Masamune and the kobold corpse holding it to his good shoulder and holding it tightly as he approached the lip of the cave. After Isaura had returned he gave her a nod before stretching a bit, "after you" Zayden said returning her smile from earlier. and moments after she took off Zayden took off full sprint as he approached her side. "We should only have to keep up this pace for about 20-25min" he said smiling as he passed her it amazed him how comfortable he was with her even when he was nervous when he awoke in the cave and she could have killed him she didn't she just seemed just seemed, he couldn't put his thumb on it but he felt almost as though he could trust her like a friend. to soon to call but at present she was an ally and technical HIS medic he thought continuing his pace. "is everything ok" hed ask concerned "we're almost there"
Although guessing there was nothing minutely sexual behind it Zayden couldn't help the warmth that washed his body. "yes my wing" he said thinking to himself that there was a lot that went into healing a broken bone. "But yes as you stated it might be safer there anyways and now that ive had a chance to rest, even though I cant fly I can run it shouldn't be to far from here to the city I live towards the outskirts, away from most of the hustle and bustle" Zayden said "So if I had to guess id say its a bout 5mi run "i don't wanna push you to hard do you think that's something you can make" Zayden would ask Cautiously.
Zayden took Isauras direction setting himself upright and trying to take his mind to other places as she performed her operation on him. Zayden drifted off to a time when he wanted nothing more than to be like his dad back in the days when he was a short chubby kid with wings that could barely hold him aloft for more than a few moments. To him his dad seemed all powerful, unstoppable even but what parent isint unstoppable to their kid. He remembered the moment when he told his dad he was gonna be just like him when he got older and his dad stared at him for a moment before speaking and telling him that he had limitless potential. This was one of the few compliments his father rarely paid him as he would grow to find out.
Moments later Isaura would finish and Zayden would brandish an excited smile as he was relieved to have his wing begin healing properly. Zayden would turn around holding her hands "you don't have any idea what this means to me really ive never been so ecstatic in my life. there must be some way I can repay" he said excitedly "are you from the city" Zayden asked looking at Isaura
he has no idea its there. this symbol is what actually houses his demonic side. its the reason he was able to calm so quickly all negative emotion when he begins to show them are poured into that seal
Zayden Listened intently to what Isaura had to say. As anyone's would Zayden's ears seemed to prick up a bit from hearing his wing had to be re broken and set. While Zayden knew that this may have been a possibility it still scared him a bit. But not having an ability to fly scared him even more, Zayden sighed and stared off a moment gazing at kobold corpse and growing furious a moment before quickly calming himself. "ok I imagine this will hurt but id like to thank you in advance you, know nothing of me and yet youre still willing to help, the world needs more kind people like you passing through the gate.
Unsure of what to do exactly Zayden removed his shirt and Began explaining the anatomy of his wing, To hopefully aid in the believed painful experience that was soon to follow. Zayden would take His shirt and ball it up so after his explanation he had something to bite down on. "Ok now its quite simple currently my wings are more like that of an enormous bird. So the same way in which they would flex there wings I flex mine if I could id show you but that will have to wait im sorry" Zayden said Finalizing his Explanation Zayden would take a deep nervous breath "Ok lets begin" Zayden said with all seriousness.
Zayden stirred a moment only to crease his eyes and see what he thought to be the prior occupant of this cave. Zayden edged his way against the wall and bumping his wing only to find that the pain that had been there minor or no had been completely gone. He noticed that she sat at the ready with her hand on what appeared to be a hunting Dagger?, or maybe a knife? unsure of what the weapon was one thing remained clear, she hadn't struck and he wasn't dead but had a healed wing this lead Zayden to believe his prayers were answered and she at least seemed kind.
Zayden would extend his hand for a handshake cautiously as to not set her off "my name is Zayden, Zayden Advence and im not sure how you did it but you are the one that healed my wing yes?, if so then I owe you a great deal for allowing me a safe albeit rest if you can call knocking yourself out from misunderstanding your own capabilities" He chuckled to him self "mind if I ask your name?"
Zayden had approached the mouth of the cave scanning the entrance and going just deep enough that he was out of sight of the animal and prayed he was scented or tracked. "This should be good" zayden thought to himself as he leaned against the wall and cut a look to the side growing a bit nervous as he layed eyes on a few things that weren't his leading him to think this cave may have had a prior occupant he just prayed that if they returned they were kind he was in no condition for another fight not that he could call what happened the first time a fight. Zayden calmed himself and focused his thoughts and on his inner energies while he didn't have mastery nor really know what he was even doing he witnessed his father do it countless times. As he focused he felt a pain tear through his wing and momentarily wracked his body forcing him to instantly lose focus and fall unconscious...
Zayden continued to walk dragging the bloody body of his current "Vic...bounty" he thought to himself As he stopped a moment to lean against a tree. The pain had all but subsided from his reckless fall from the tree and what's more every time he attempted to stretch the broken wing would involuntarily attempt to flex. "dammit" Zayden would curse under as he lifted himself from the tree. night was fast approaching and it didn't take an Archmage to know that a bloody corpse would incite the unwanted attentions of more vicious and violent species. As Zayden continued his trek through the forest his wing as if by a divine favor had begin to ease up and while not full taken away the pain was much more manageable but how he hadn't learned any of the healing abilities that that his mother knew and he couldn't regenerate as his father could...at least not yet but from whence did this feeling come from. it didn't matter at this point he just needed to find an area to rest in for a bit. Zayden slowly looked over the forest with what little natural light was apparent and he spotted a cave that seemed to be out of the way he slowly made his way for the cave as he thought to himself "Finally a moments reprieve."
Currently a resident of Infanus I lead a group of misfits by the name of the Obsidian Seraph. We are a bunch of Anti-heroes some of us our swords for hire but all in all we are a family. and I The Lord-of-Frozen-Flame likes to rp in my spare time and im into all sort of rps just ask no seriously I get all happy when you do it see: [hider=me excited][img]http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/9ffeddf122c4408fb543792c25cbad7c/http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l361/Aizen77/Chibi_Ulquiorra2.jpg[/img][/hider] I like to joke poke fun its me so lets rp and have all teh fun
NO BUT FORREALSY
Name: Eric or that guy LOL
Age: 29
Gender: Male
S.O: Straight
Location: Philly
Personality: I'm very chill and easygoing. not the greatest at writing but i assure everything is easy to understand. Anything else you would like to know, please ask :3
[center][b]Some of my OCs[/b][/center]
[center][hider=SEAR VOLTROCK]Age – 15
DOB – july 1st
Height – 5'9"
Weight – 220lbs (Full dragon 4tons)
Nickname - My name is Sear
Favorite Color - Orange, Red, Ash Gray, Black
Favorite Music - Any type of Metal
Weapon - Barehanded but if i need to i prefer lances
Skin - Light Brown
Hair - Black with wide red streaks
Eyes - They change im told from red to orange to yellow and if im absolutely angry Purple
Favorite foods - Meat, anything spicy
Likes - Women, Chaos, Fighting, Women, watching things burn, Little girls not many know this about me but i have a soft spot for them.
Dislikes - Goody goodies, cold food, Cocky people, Prudes
Favorite activities - Anything involving mischief, hunting, eating, Sex both polymorphed and dragon form.
Profession/Occupation - Student
Motivations - Women
Mannerisms - snorts out short bursts of sonic / Electrical energy,
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[center][hider=CANARY FEINGOLD]Age – 19
DOB – February 4, 1995
Height – 5’ 5”
Weight – 140lbs
Nickname – Shimmer, Goldy
Favorite Color – Any shade or tint of gold
Favorite Music – Anything she can dance to
Weapon – Dual handguns, The Martial Art of Capoeira
• Dragon Firearm - Gold
- Alignment – LG
- Regular Shot – Vanishing Shot
- Legacy Shot – Forgotten Existence
Skin – Caramel or a really light brown
Hair – Dirty blonde w/ white gold highlights
Eyes – Gold
Favorite foods – Whatever She’s a girl with an appetite
Likes – Dancing, Sparring, free Running
Dislikes – Laziness and assholes
Favorite activities – Teaching, testing her skills against stronger opponents
Profession/Occupation – Teacher/ Dance instructor
Motivations – Her students
Mannerisms – Counting always counting be it for a dance routine or music she is always counting
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Age – 22 (Human Years) 198(Elven Years)
Race - Dark Elf (Drow)
DOB – August 16th, 1994
Height – 5’3
Weight – 189lbs
Nickname – Silva, Fang
Favorite Color – Jet Black, Crimson, Teal
Favorite Music - Pop
Weapon – Gauntlets and Grieves
Skin - Brown
Hair - Silver
Eyes – Violet with Ice Blue Flecks
Favorite foods - Meat raw or Rare of any animal
Likes - Hunting and tracking and Catching and killing
Dislikes – Slow days, boring days, Boring people
Favorite activities – Playing tag, sparring, or playing manhunt
Profession/Occupation – Unorthodox Ranger
Animal Companion
Name - Sylvia
Creature – Dire Wolf (Ice Blue)
Motivations – Wants to leave a lasting respectable and good example of what it means to be a good Lycan and Drow for his younger siblings
Mannerisms – Shadowboxing when idle, tendency to wander off
Short Bio – Feleal was born into a middle class drow family where he was taught to set a good example for his brothers and sister as he was the first born. At a young age Feleal was different he displayed a style of hunting that confused even his own mother. Instead of taking up a bow and arrow he would stalk his prey from the trees silent as silent could be and surprise them, beating them until they were within an inch of life and then begin to eat them. When asked about his methods he responded “Because they’re weak and can’t stop me.” To which he promptly smiled. It wasn’t until his baby sister tried to mimic his style and got badly injured that he chose to do things by the book, but only in the presence of her whenever he is alone he will resort to his method.
He left home to make a name for himself in the adventuring world and found himself in several dire straits but always found a way out and whenever he would “Wolf Out” his savage more primal side would take over and the hunting ALWAYS resulted in death by any means necessary. Upon returning to normal size his Hunger would peak along with his sex drive and would often go through several women at a local brothel. Where he can often be found renting a room.
(Lycan Form)
Height – 10t 2in
Weight – 320lbs
Weapon – Claws and Fangs
Hair - Black
Eyes – Ice Blue with fleck of violet
Likes - Killing, Fighting, Hunting and just plain brutality
Dislikes - PACIFISM
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Currently a resident of Infanus I lead a group of misfits by the name of the Obsidian Seraph. We are a bunch of Anti-heroes some of us our swords for hire but all in all we are a family. and I The Lord-of-Frozen-Flame likes to rp in my spare time and im into all sort of rps just ask no seriously I get all happy when you do it see: <div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="me excited">me excited [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/9ffeddf122c4408fb543792c25cbad7c/http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l361/Aizen77/Chibi_Ulquiorra2.jpg" /></div></div> I like to joke poke fun its me so lets rp and have all teh fun<br>NO BUT FORREALSY<br>Name: Eric or that guy LOL<br>Age: 29<br>Gender: Male<br>S.O: Straight<br>Location: Philly<br>Personality: I'm very chill and easygoing. not the greatest at writing but i assure everything is easy to understand. Anything else you would like to know, please ask :3<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b">Some of my OCs</span></div><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="SEAR VOLTROCK">SEAR VOLTROCK [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Age – 15<br>DOB – july 1st <br>Height – 5'9"<br>Weight – 220lbs (Full dragon 4tons)<br>Nickname - My name is Sear<br>Favorite Color - Orange, Red, Ash Gray, Black<br>Favorite Music - Any type of Metal<br>Weapon - Barehanded but if i need to i prefer lances<br>Skin - Light Brown<br>Hair - Black with wide red streaks<br>Eyes - They change im told from red to orange to yellow and if im absolutely angry Purple<br>Favorite foods - Meat, anything spicy<br>Likes - Women, Chaos, Fighting, Women, watching things burn, Little girls not many know this about me but i have a soft spot for them. <br>Dislikes - Goody goodies, cold food, Cocky people, Prudes<br>Favorite activities - Anything involving mischief, hunting, eating, Sex both polymorphed and dragon form.<br>Profession/Occupation - Student<br>Motivations - Women<br>Mannerisms - snorts out short bursts of sonic / Electrical energy,</div></div></div><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="CANARY FEINGOLD">CANARY FEINGOLD [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Age – 19<br>DOB – February 4, 1995 <br>Height – 5’ 5”<br>Weight – 140lbs<br>Nickname – Shimmer, Goldy<br>Favorite Color – Any shade or tint of gold<br>Favorite Music – Anything she can dance to<br>Weapon – Dual handguns, The Martial Art of Capoeira<br>•	Dragon Firearm - Gold<br>-	Alignment – LG <br>-	Regular Shot – Vanishing Shot<br>-	Legacy Shot – Forgotten Existence <br>Skin – Caramel or a really light brown<br>Hair – Dirty blonde w/ white gold highlights<br>Eyes – Gold<br>Favorite foods – Whatever She’s a girl with an appetite <br>Likes – Dancing, Sparring, free Running<br>Dislikes – Laziness and assholes<br>Favorite activities – Teaching, testing her skills against stronger opponents <br>Profession/Occupation – Teacher/ Dance instructor<br>Motivations – Her students<br>Mannerisms – Counting always counting be it for a dance routine or music she is always counting</div></div></div><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="FELEAL NIGHTMEADOW">FELEAL NIGHTMEADOW [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Age – 22 (Human Years) 198(Elven Years)<br>Race - Dark Elf (Drow)<br>DOB – August 16th, 1994<br>Height – 5’3<br>Weight – 189lbs<br>Nickname – Silva, Fang<br>Favorite Color – Jet Black, Crimson, Teal <br>Favorite Music - Pop<br>Weapon – Gauntlets and Grieves<br>Skin - Brown<br>Hair - Silver<br>Eyes – Violet with Ice Blue Flecks<br>Favorite foods - Meat raw or Rare of any animal<br>Likes - Hunting and tracking and Catching and killing<br>Dislikes – Slow days, boring days, Boring people<br>Favorite activities – Playing tag, sparring, or playing manhunt<br>Profession/Occupation – Unorthodox Ranger<br>Animal Companion<br>	Name - Sylvia<br>	Creature – Dire Wolf (Ice Blue)<br>Motivations – Wants to leave a lasting respectable and good example of what it means to be a good Lycan and Drow for his younger siblings<br>Mannerisms – Shadowboxing when idle, tendency to wander off<br>Short Bio – Feleal was born into a middle class drow family where he was taught to set a good example for his brothers and sister as he was the first born. At a young age Feleal was different he displayed a style of hunting that confused even his own mother. Instead of taking up a bow and arrow he would stalk his prey from the trees silent as silent could be and surprise them, beating them until they were within an inch of life and then begin to eat them. When asked about his methods he responded “Because they’re weak and can’t stop me.” To which he promptly smiled. It wasn’t until his baby sister tried to mimic his style and got badly injured that he chose to do things by the book, but only in the presence of her whenever he is alone he will resort to his method.<br>He left home to make a name for himself in the adventuring world and found himself in several dire straits but always found a way out and whenever he would “Wolf Out” his savage more primal side would take over and the hunting ALWAYS resulted in death by any means necessary. Upon returning to normal size his Hunger would peak along with his sex drive and would often go through several women at a local brothel. Where he can often be found renting a room.<br>(Lycan Form)<br>Height – 10t 2in<br>Weight – 320lbs<br>Weapon – Claws and Fangs<br>Hair - Black<br>Eyes – Ice Blue with fleck of violet<br>Likes - Killing, Fighting, Hunting and just plain brutality<br>Dislikes - PACIFISM</div></div></div></div>