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STATUS: Well it has been a while since I updated you folks so hey there! It has been a great day. That is all. 9 yrs ago
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Well it has been a while since I updated you folks so hey there! It has been a great day. That is all.
10 yrs ago
It's been a rough couple of days. I'll be replying to posts tomorrow though, sorry for the delay.
10 yrs ago
Not sure if any of the people I am in RP's with will see this but I have been without a computer for 2 weeks. That has finally changed.
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There's really not that many, they are all just a decent length ^^
“Mr. Ascher I have followed the old man as you requested. Your suspicions were right, just as always sir. After visiting several stores he returned to his home.He was only there for a couple of minutes before rushing out with a duffle bag. I tailed him through the city, no easy task I may add sir, for several hours. He stuck to the ground and took side paths whenever he could. FInally he arrived at a long abandoned warehouse. I waited for a couple of seconds before entering after him. I snuck up on him and knocked him out, he didn’t get a chance to put up a struggle. After looking in the bag to confirm they were the documents you wanted, I rushed here at once.” As the man finished speaking, his fingers tightened around the brim of his hat. Inhaling deeply he continued, a slight tremor noticeable. “You said you would give me a place to stay and food to eat for a night if I did this.”
Iktomi leaned back in the high backed chair he rested upon, his fingers forming a triangle as they hovered above his chest. The man had indeed carried out his orders, but he had also seen the documents which made him a liability unless he could be controlled to an absolute. Giving the poor individual a reassuring smile he spoke, his voice filled with false warmth. “I remember the deal Alex, and I am a man of my word. Leo!”
A figure cloaked in a black shroud stepped out from behind Iktomi’s throne like chair, bowing as soon as they appeared. “Yes sir?”
“I would like you to escort Alex to his room and bring up our finest food, he did his job well. Make sure to place the documents in the safe.” Iktomi turned his gaze away from Leo, staring down at Alex once more. “Leo will meet you in the main hall, if you are ever in need again please don’t hesitate to visit I always have work that needs doing.” Alex beamed as he quickly dipped into a poor bow before exiting the room.
“Leo add some Black Widow to his food, just enough that if he doesn’t return in a week he will be dead. I either need him dependent on me, or dead I cannot trust him after he looked at those documents. Am I safe to assume you won’t make the same mistake as him?” At Leo’s nod, Iktomi continued speaking his voice as cold as the winters of Warshire. “Good then you are dismissed.”
With Leo’s exit another figure entered, clad in a similar manner to Leo with the addition of a bright red X upon the torso. As they halted several feet in front of Iktomi, he nodded slightly giving them permission to speak. A feminine voice slipped out from the concealed face. “Sir we have received word that Arianna has gotten the information to your location. We will continue to tail her and inform you as soon as it appears she is heading here.”
Iktomi nodded again a very real smile spreading across his face, though it is quickly removed to be replaced by his normal lifeless expression. “Good work, congratulate your team Hali. You are dismissed.” With her departure, Iktomi brought his fingers back into their temple formation, his middle fingers brushing his chin. “Certainly an interesting development. I wonder what Vate’s charged her for this little service of his..”
Iktomi leaned back in the high backed chair he rested upon, his fingers forming a triangle as they hovered above his chest. The man had indeed carried out his orders, but he had also seen the documents which made him a liability unless he could be controlled to an absolute. Giving the poor individual a reassuring smile he spoke, his voice filled with false warmth. “I remember the deal Alex, and I am a man of my word. Leo!”
A figure cloaked in a black shroud stepped out from behind Iktomi’s throne like chair, bowing as soon as they appeared. “Yes sir?”
“I would like you to escort Alex to his room and bring up our finest food, he did his job well. Make sure to place the documents in the safe.” Iktomi turned his gaze away from Leo, staring down at Alex once more. “Leo will meet you in the main hall, if you are ever in need again please don’t hesitate to visit I always have work that needs doing.” Alex beamed as he quickly dipped into a poor bow before exiting the room.
“Leo add some Black Widow to his food, just enough that if he doesn’t return in a week he will be dead. I either need him dependent on me, or dead I cannot trust him after he looked at those documents. Am I safe to assume you won’t make the same mistake as him?” At Leo’s nod, Iktomi continued speaking his voice as cold as the winters of Warshire. “Good then you are dismissed.”
With Leo’s exit another figure entered, clad in a similar manner to Leo with the addition of a bright red X upon the torso. As they halted several feet in front of Iktomi, he nodded slightly giving them permission to speak. A feminine voice slipped out from the concealed face. “Sir we have received word that Arianna has gotten the information to your location. We will continue to tail her and inform you as soon as it appears she is heading here.”
Iktomi nodded again a very real smile spreading across his face, though it is quickly removed to be replaced by his normal lifeless expression. “Good work, congratulate your team Hali. You are dismissed.” With her departure, Iktomi brought his fingers back into their temple formation, his middle fingers brushing his chin. “Certainly an interesting development. I wonder what Vate’s charged her for this little service of his..”
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Just so people know that would be my character
That is too much effort, chopping people up bleh. My warlock will just touch them and watch as they rot to nothing.
I agree with TP. Although that shouldn't be surprising.
Name: Acride
Nickname, if applicable: Old Man Death (Very few people get away with calling him this however)
Age: 88
Appearance:
Background: In his youth Acride had little care for life, and he had no heed for the consequences of over abusing his magical abilities. He would kill anyone that irritated him even in the slightest manner, which lead to numerous bodies piling up under his name. While the easily perceived consequence of his actions, the numerous Hunters that came for his head, were picked up quite quickly by Acride the other consequence hid itself until he was in his 40’s. Over the years as he continued to indulge in casting his magic at every available moment, his life force was steadily being eaten away. It wasn’t until he was 47 that the effects were noticeable. His hair began going gray, wrinkles creased his face, and his bones felt his strides a little more heavily. Despite this he still did not change his ways until he was in his early 60’s, and the effects could no longer be ignored. He started using his magic less and less, until for a time he stopped using them all together. He became a hermit, hiding away from the world to prevent himself from aging even further.
Eight years ago he reemerged, whispers in the darkest corners of his mind telling him that his services would be needed once again.
Magical Element: Death
Magical Ability:
Low Level- Fog of Wicked Breathe: A poisonous fog saturates the air within a 10 foot radius using Acride as it's focal point. It is a very slow acting poison and one must be breathing it in for several minutes before they are unconscious, and a few more before they are dead. In addition to this a stronger than light breeze will blow the poison away, effectively diffusing it.
Mid Level- Touch of Rotting Flesh: By making physical contact with an uncovered or very lightly covered piece of flesh Acride is able to make it begin to rot from the inside. If the section touched is removed, which may be an entire limp depending on how far it spread before they took action, it will be prevented from entering the rest of the body. Once it has reached the torso it is very difficult to stop.
High Level- The Cloth of the Reaper: The strongest magic ability Acride possess, it is the most dangerous to not only his enemies but himself as well. A dark robe appears floating behind him for several seconds, before it begins siphoning Death magic from Acride, creating a shadow body within the robe. After siphoning even more a scythe appears within it's grasp. The reaper will cut into enemies without hesitation, it's large scythe capable of cleaving an unarmored man in two. It has the ability to use Touch of Rotten Flesh, although much faster than Acride's. Besides the amount of time it takes for the Reaper to manifest, it completely drains Acride of his magic leaving him unable to use any of his other abilities. In addition to this it drains his life force the longer it is in existence, shortening his life with every casting. If left in existence for a long enough period, Acride will fall ill although what form this illness takes differs.
Weakness: PMed
Additional Info: While he is aged further than most Witches/Warlocks he is still capable of travel, he tires a more easily but he will not allow that to prevent the group from continuing on. He is immune to his Fog of Wicked Breathe, after years of subjecting himself to it to gain this immunity.
Nickname, if applicable: Old Man Death (Very few people get away with calling him this however)
Age: 88
Appearance:
Background: In his youth Acride had little care for life, and he had no heed for the consequences of over abusing his magical abilities. He would kill anyone that irritated him even in the slightest manner, which lead to numerous bodies piling up under his name. While the easily perceived consequence of his actions, the numerous Hunters that came for his head, were picked up quite quickly by Acride the other consequence hid itself until he was in his 40’s. Over the years as he continued to indulge in casting his magic at every available moment, his life force was steadily being eaten away. It wasn’t until he was 47 that the effects were noticeable. His hair began going gray, wrinkles creased his face, and his bones felt his strides a little more heavily. Despite this he still did not change his ways until he was in his early 60’s, and the effects could no longer be ignored. He started using his magic less and less, until for a time he stopped using them all together. He became a hermit, hiding away from the world to prevent himself from aging even further.
Eight years ago he reemerged, whispers in the darkest corners of his mind telling him that his services would be needed once again.
Magical Element: Death
Magical Ability:
Low Level- Fog of Wicked Breathe: A poisonous fog saturates the air within a 10 foot radius using Acride as it's focal point. It is a very slow acting poison and one must be breathing it in for several minutes before they are unconscious, and a few more before they are dead. In addition to this a stronger than light breeze will blow the poison away, effectively diffusing it.
Mid Level- Touch of Rotting Flesh: By making physical contact with an uncovered or very lightly covered piece of flesh Acride is able to make it begin to rot from the inside. If the section touched is removed, which may be an entire limp depending on how far it spread before they took action, it will be prevented from entering the rest of the body. Once it has reached the torso it is very difficult to stop.
High Level- The Cloth of the Reaper: The strongest magic ability Acride possess, it is the most dangerous to not only his enemies but himself as well. A dark robe appears floating behind him for several seconds, before it begins siphoning Death magic from Acride, creating a shadow body within the robe. After siphoning even more a scythe appears within it's grasp. The reaper will cut into enemies without hesitation, it's large scythe capable of cleaving an unarmored man in two. It has the ability to use Touch of Rotten Flesh, although much faster than Acride's. Besides the amount of time it takes for the Reaper to manifest, it completely drains Acride of his magic leaving him unable to use any of his other abilities. In addition to this it drains his life force the longer it is in existence, shortening his life with every casting. If left in existence for a long enough period, Acride will fall ill although what form this illness takes differs.
Weakness: PMed
Additional Info: While he is aged further than most Witches/Warlocks he is still capable of travel, he tires a more easily but he will not allow that to prevent the group from continuing on. He is immune to his Fog of Wicked Breathe, after years of subjecting himself to it to gain this immunity.
And I have already decided I approve of you. Well done.
If you wish feel free to PM me and we can discuss it further. Just don't want to clutter Kate's beautiful OOC.
I could see that, it very well could end up either way. He might not be very happy when you are bringing back things he killed, or be intrigued. Who knows, he has been a hermit for almost 2 decades.
Why do you say that?
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