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In Godmode 10 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Name: Kyogroose
Titles: The Water God, Conveyer of Justice, Adjudicator of the Deep Depths
True name: Cthulhu Jr.
Inspiration: Nihilism, Indignation, Extreme Angst
Appearance:

Symbols: A man clad in black, bound by tentacles, and pierced by a trident.
Portfolio: Oceans, Rivers, and Judgement sub-domains
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Servitars: All manner of beasts that swim beneath the seas, as well as the birds that soar above it
Weapon: Usually his claws, tentacles, and deadly screams suffice. Sometimes wields a trident, good for impaling the unworthy.
Animal: Albatross
Followers: Sailors, swimmers, lawyers
plebs.
Nolita's eyes shot open again. She rose, encased in an aura of her own. Miraculously, her wound was mending itself, the skin, muscles and organs stitching back together. "Hear me, child." Spoke a voice in her head. "I have awakened inside you. Do not be alarmed." Nolita was exceedingly alarmed. " Time is short, and not all can be explained now. Just know that your entire life is a fantasy. Your very world has been fabricated by higher powers that you do not understand. All your life you have been unknowingly serving these powers, trapped in this vile limbo, called a Reality TV Show. You must escape this place. Go now, while the agent of your oppressors causes a distraction. I will show you the way." Without a second thought, Nolita took off running, past the others fighting, and down the street. As she fled, many collections of strange lights arranged in the shape of arrows lit up before her, pointing her in the right direction. In the distance, there floated in the sky something she had never seen before. A white rectangle, with the word "EXIT" imprinted upon it in bold red letters. Nolita sprinted towards it.
The Gladiators had come to Nolita's aid; the noble and gallant Nathan roughly yanking the trident from her body, causing severe internal bleeding, before immediately turning his attention elsewhere. The girl collapsed to the ground, still bleeding out. Several more of her new comrades had arrived and were now attempting to subdue Kettlebrick. With the last of her strength, Nolita tried to warn her rescuers. "No... Please... You can't fight him... You have to... Get away..." She mumbled, before succumbing to her wounds. As she lay there, her blood soaking the dust, a green triquetra began to glow dimly on her forehead...
I seem to be in quite the predicament.
Nolita gave an anguished wail as the fell trident pierced her lower back. The center prong had gone through her just to the right of her spine, protruded out her abdomen, and had sunk deeply into the foundation of the outer Colosseum. The few civilians that had witnessed the incident had gone fleeing in terror, screaming of black sorcery. "Help!!..." Nolita moaned, as she was stuck face-first against the stone surface. She struggled in vain to push herself free, her legs buckling in the effort. Tears streamed from her eyes just as blood was trickling from her lips, as well as flowing down her thighs. Kettlebrick was approaching her. "Help me..." She whispered. "...please..."
Sorry got carried away there... >_<
Nolita returned to the yard, already sufficiently healed and hoping to continue associating with her new comrades. There was still a couple hours before the public matches of the day were to begin. She hoped some of the gladiators might still be around to spar with, the ones who had a better grip on themselves than Nathan, at least. She immediately spotted a giant of a man conversing with the arms master. She'd rather not tango with THAT fella. Height-wise Nolita could probably walk in between his legs without her head hitting his bollocks.

That's when she noticed Gangral's ass. He was scratching it, yes, but THERE WAS NO WOUND. She had whipped him there just a few hours ago, leaving a visible mark. This gangral had to be an imposter! A feeling of horror overtook the young girl. She remembered the things that one man had told her. Had threatened her with. Nolita had been sipping on some orange juice she had gotten from the temple (vitamin C is good for cuts), but now she dropped her glass. It shattered on the ground loudly, as everyone in the vicinity turned towards the source. Not-Gangral's eyes locked with hers. With a squeal, Nolita ran from the yard as fast as her slender legs would allow.
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