Wow. I feel kinda bad for Angel, but at the same time, that ability could end up helping her greatly. I really like your character, it brings a whole new feel to Aerusya, and will help shape the group as well.
Macabre will probably add her own opinion as well, and help you through the spells. But overall, I'm really impressed.
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That does sound like a good idea, it would give them a better reason as to why they weren't afraid nor harmful to those that passed by. It would also fit geographically speaking as well. Thanks!
Dan had followed suit in being a bit taken aback at this new male presence. He hadn't shown it, rather he let Jeffery inquire about him. He smiled back at Kennedy, quickly shifting to make his wound less visible. "I'm feeling like a piece of trash, but that's a whole lot better than what I'd been feeling before" He gave a bread nod of thanks to Jeffery, leaning back on his heels and tilting his gaze to the stranger in their midst.
He pondered what Kennedy had said, about to fire back after his ego had been so thoroughly doused out with a "We'll take it easy on you". But, she had caught him off guard with something else, something that made him raise a slim brown eyebrow at Jonathan. "Hmm, we live in a floating city, we can shoot birds from our fists, along with the fact that we listen to a man that can see the future" He gave his lopsided smile, focusing it on Jonathan to reassure him. "I promise you, I'll be able to handle whatever you throw at me."
He pondered what Kennedy had said, about to fire back after his ego had been so thoroughly doused out with a "We'll take it easy on you". But, she had caught him off guard with something else, something that made him raise a slim brown eyebrow at Jonathan. "Hmm, we live in a floating city, we can shoot birds from our fists, along with the fact that we listen to a man that can see the future" He gave his lopsided smile, focusing it on Jonathan to reassure him. "I promise you, I'll be able to handle whatever you throw at me."
I wanted the lynx to be a sort of beast that wasn't renowned for attacking travelers, an animal that would provide a bit of relief when seen. I was hoping they could be a bit of help to those passing by. Considering the other animals and beasts are rather deadly looking and dangerous. However, I'm not too certain as to where I could take that idea.
I was thinking about the breed of cat being located mostly near the three fanged river, hiding in the rocks, blending in because of their pelts. I just can't seem to really come up with anything good as of now.
I was thinking about the breed of cat being located mostly near the three fanged river, hiding in the rocks, blending in because of their pelts. I just can't seem to really come up with anything good as of now.
Dan gingerly lapped up the remaining whiskey in his glass as soon as he felt the pang of a needle pierce his skin. He held himself together as best he could, the whiskey burning down on its way to his stomach, warming him and giving him a slight relief.
When Jeff had finished, Dan lifted his glass with a wounded look in his eyes, one that resembled a man parting with an old friend. In this case, a man and his support system. His back was wrapped up pretty well now, definitely well enough to move. He nodded to what Jeff had advised, still a bit down about the whiskey. "Well, let's get going." He gave his lopsided grin before putting his vest back on and heading outside with his friend. He, as a knight had known about the area at BattleShip Bay. Though, he hadn't really gone there often. In fact, he tended to stray away from it. He wasn't really one for the water, especially an artificial beach, made with elaborate pipe systems and waterways.
He snapped away from his thoughts when Jeff pulled the lever, steering the gondola down to BattleShip Bay, towards the boardwalk. Dan leaned against the side railing, smiling at the children he saw dashing across the sand, traveling to a young girl skipping stones. It was always bright, and nice here. He doubted that this place would ever really change, even with the war going on between the Vox and Comstock. It all just felt too peaceful here. Too good to ever be wrecked by the pain and devastation that the civil war brought with it.
Lifting a brow at the faint 'ding' that sounded, alerting those riding the gondola of their arrival, Dan pushed himself upright. "Alright Jeff, shouldn't keep a lady waiting, huh?" He asked, a smile dawning on his still pained face. This place brought him nothing but good memories, exactly the reason it pained him. He shrugged off the feeling as best he could, no matter what he couldn't go back, she was gone. It was his fault, he had to live with it now. Dan put his hands in his pant pockets before heading down the stairs and through the turnstiles, to the warm sand that danced constantly with the fake waves.
When Jeff had finished, Dan lifted his glass with a wounded look in his eyes, one that resembled a man parting with an old friend. In this case, a man and his support system. His back was wrapped up pretty well now, definitely well enough to move. He nodded to what Jeff had advised, still a bit down about the whiskey. "Well, let's get going." He gave his lopsided grin before putting his vest back on and heading outside with his friend. He, as a knight had known about the area at BattleShip Bay. Though, he hadn't really gone there often. In fact, he tended to stray away from it. He wasn't really one for the water, especially an artificial beach, made with elaborate pipe systems and waterways.
He snapped away from his thoughts when Jeff pulled the lever, steering the gondola down to BattleShip Bay, towards the boardwalk. Dan leaned against the side railing, smiling at the children he saw dashing across the sand, traveling to a young girl skipping stones. It was always bright, and nice here. He doubted that this place would ever really change, even with the war going on between the Vox and Comstock. It all just felt too peaceful here. Too good to ever be wrecked by the pain and devastation that the civil war brought with it.
Lifting a brow at the faint 'ding' that sounded, alerting those riding the gondola of their arrival, Dan pushed himself upright. "Alright Jeff, shouldn't keep a lady waiting, huh?" He asked, a smile dawning on his still pained face. This place brought him nothing but good memories, exactly the reason it pained him. He shrugged off the feeling as best he could, no matter what he couldn't go back, she was gone. It was his fault, he had to live with it now. Dan put his hands in his pant pockets before heading down the stairs and through the turnstiles, to the warm sand that danced constantly with the fake waves.
Cool posts guys!
I'll try to get mine up soon, but it'll probably be up later tomorrow.
I'll try to get mine up soon, but it'll probably be up later tomorrow.
Awesome, it'll be downright terrifying to go in combat against them, but quite an experience. I like it.
Would you mind if I helped with the beast list?
If so, would I be able to include sub-class beasts that don't have to attack necessarily, but help at times?
I just find this really cool.
As for the first image you liked Macabre, I immediately thought of an almost mermaid like tale for them. They lure strong men in with their voices, singing at tunes that would hypnotize them, though would not affect women. The trance-like spell would hide their true appearance to the men, letting the men invision whomever they want. Only when they go in for the kill, stopping their songs would the men break from the vice-like trance. By then, it would be too late.
I think that these witch-like beings would definitely live in dark forest, or near swampy areas. As for their name, it would have to be majestic, yet powerful. A mirror to them.
If so, would I be able to include sub-class beasts that don't have to attack necessarily, but help at times?
I just find this really cool.
As for the first image you liked Macabre, I immediately thought of an almost mermaid like tale for them. They lure strong men in with their voices, singing at tunes that would hypnotize them, though would not affect women. The trance-like spell would hide their true appearance to the men, letting the men invision whomever they want. Only when they go in for the kill, stopping their songs would the men break from the vice-like trance. By then, it would be too late.
I think that these witch-like beings would definitely live in dark forest, or near swampy areas. As for their name, it would have to be majestic, yet powerful. A mirror to them.
Daniel couldn't help but smiler wider at the sound of alcohol. Sure, it probably wouldn't do any good for his better judgement, but hey, he was sure he'd manage. Though, the sound of being limited to just a glass Didnt settle well with him. At least he got something to take the edge off of his pain.
He took a quick glance through the medkit while Jeff left, once his eyes locked on the needle and thread, he immediately hoped his wound wasn't that deep. It hurt like hell, but just maybe, it wasn't that bad.
When Jeff returned with the whiskey under the crook of his arm, Dan couldn't help but devour it with his equally amber gaze. Well, the old man sure knew how to live in his retirement, that was for sure. He accepted the drink almost before it was offered, his lips parting eagerly to welcome the burning drink down his throat. After two or three sips, the pain had already lessened a tad, giving Dan all the more reason to drink. Dan eased down on the liquor though, quickly realizing if he didn't, he would pay dearly later. "Alright, I'll take it slow. But as soon as my back's patched, we should definitely book it" He added, waiting for the sting of cleansing alcohol to clean his wound. He didn't want to hold the Knoghts back anymore than he had already done today.
He took a quick glance through the medkit while Jeff left, once his eyes locked on the needle and thread, he immediately hoped his wound wasn't that deep. It hurt like hell, but just maybe, it wasn't that bad.
When Jeff returned with the whiskey under the crook of his arm, Dan couldn't help but devour it with his equally amber gaze. Well, the old man sure knew how to live in his retirement, that was for sure. He accepted the drink almost before it was offered, his lips parting eagerly to welcome the burning drink down his throat. After two or three sips, the pain had already lessened a tad, giving Dan all the more reason to drink. Dan eased down on the liquor though, quickly realizing if he didn't, he would pay dearly later. "Alright, I'll take it slow. But as soon as my back's patched, we should definitely book it" He added, waiting for the sting of cleansing alcohol to clean his wound. He didn't want to hold the Knoghts back anymore than he had already done today.
Sorry guys, but seeing as nothing has happened for about two and a half weeks now, I'm going to have to drop from this rp.
I liked the premise, and what we had going in the beginning, but it just didn't work out. So, I'm leaving with respect to the roleplay, and those in it. I apologize, but it just doesn't seem to want to move ahead anymore.
I liked the premise, and what we had going in the beginning, but it just didn't work out. So, I'm leaving with respect to the roleplay, and those in it. I apologize, but it just doesn't seem to want to move ahead anymore.
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