Lightclan best clan
Pennydumb123 Member
I can't think of a good custom title
STATUS: If you remove one book from a library, would you eventually get a library with negative books?. 7 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 7 yrs ago
- Joined: 7 yrs ago
- Posts: 91 (0.04 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Pennydumb123 7 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
7 yrs ago
Current
If you remove one book from a library, would you eventually get a library with negative books?.
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
@Lurking Shadow is it ok if I attack you IC in this rp?, I feel bad for tracking your character down and hunting him, I want to know if your ok with Jarold attacking Xidhru in this
thats perfect!
can you please change the blue to a lighter color?, I can barely see it since it's so dark
Jarold took the three vials and thanked the kid, it was a shame that he left, he could tell from the kid's eyes that he believed Jarold to be insane, what a joke, Jarold could tell that the kid was more insane than him, everyone but Jarold was a nutter in his eyes, monsters prowled the night, killing innocents, yet everyone pretended as if it was no problem. he used to live in a frontier town, with only 2 digits of people living their, one day a person went missing, but no one cared. Jarold noticed that people constantly went missing yet nobody was willing to search for them, everyone just silently celebrated that it was someone else instead of them.
If that wasn't insanity, Jarold didn't know what was. because of humanity's apathy towards the creatures of the night, they dotted the earth like flies on a corpse, he got up and parted ways with the child, it was a shame he didn't join him, the snowy wastelands were getting too dangerous to be traveled alone, when he was a kid he could take a long walk in the forest without any trouble, yet now he felt nervous in a crowded bar, he got up and left, he had finished his work in this town, now he had to go find new prey.
Jarold's face was hit with cold, it was always cold in Kansas but here it felt even colder, fog obfuscated the view in front of him, though Jarold did not mind, he was born into this weather, a regular traveler would stumble, trip and die in this weather, but Jarold was not a regular man, he survived even colder weather, fought through worse odds, if anyone would survive the night, Jarold was that man. The fog suddenly seamed to part in front of him, looking down he saw a severed arm clutching a revolver, he kneels to examine it, the snow crunching beneath his knees, the arm was completely ripped apart, blood pooling around a stump which used to be connected to a body, at a closer glance he found even more body parts, gut's lined the field in front, he felt a shiver go down his spine, in all his life he had never seen something like this, he had killed vampires, ghouls and countless other creatures of the night, but not once has he seen something this big.
But this big creature didn't do a good job of covering his tracks, most people would be blind to see his frontprints, after all the snow had done a good job of tracking it, but Jarold practically lived outside, he could tell the size of someone simply by looking at their footprint, he followed the gigantic footprints to a cave, a deep endless cave, he knew that whatever monster committed this crime laid deep inside this cave, he crossed his chest and muttered a silent prayer as he set up traps in front of the entrance, when the monster walked through it's leg's would be tangled in a rope he had hidden, Jarold found a bush covered in snow and hid it in, to the human eye, they would simply see a cave and a bush.
@Lurking Shadow
If that wasn't insanity, Jarold didn't know what was. because of humanity's apathy towards the creatures of the night, they dotted the earth like flies on a corpse, he got up and parted ways with the child, it was a shame he didn't join him, the snowy wastelands were getting too dangerous to be traveled alone, when he was a kid he could take a long walk in the forest without any trouble, yet now he felt nervous in a crowded bar, he got up and left, he had finished his work in this town, now he had to go find new prey.
Jarold's face was hit with cold, it was always cold in Kansas but here it felt even colder, fog obfuscated the view in front of him, though Jarold did not mind, he was born into this weather, a regular traveler would stumble, trip and die in this weather, but Jarold was not a regular man, he survived even colder weather, fought through worse odds, if anyone would survive the night, Jarold was that man. The fog suddenly seamed to part in front of him, looking down he saw a severed arm clutching a revolver, he kneels to examine it, the snow crunching beneath his knees, the arm was completely ripped apart, blood pooling around a stump which used to be connected to a body, at a closer glance he found even more body parts, gut's lined the field in front, he felt a shiver go down his spine, in all his life he had never seen something like this, he had killed vampires, ghouls and countless other creatures of the night, but not once has he seen something this big.
But this big creature didn't do a good job of covering his tracks, most people would be blind to see his frontprints, after all the snow had done a good job of tracking it, but Jarold practically lived outside, he could tell the size of someone simply by looking at their footprint, he followed the gigantic footprints to a cave, a deep endless cave, he knew that whatever monster committed this crime laid deep inside this cave, he crossed his chest and muttered a silent prayer as he set up traps in front of the entrance, when the monster walked through it's leg's would be tangled in a rope he had hidden, Jarold found a bush covered in snow and hid it in, to the human eye, they would simply see a cave and a bush.
@Lurking Shadow
The Demon walked up to him and sat next to him, staring at him straight in the eyes with a unblinking face, a face with a mix of hate, disgust and contempt, the world seemed to pause around him as he spoke, everyone slowly cocking their guns and aiming at his head, the kid went to defend him but why? this was Jarold's fault, he was given the choice to save humanity, but all he had done was kill humans.
"This is why I'm here, to stop you from doing this, to stop you from committing a massacre on INNOCENTS! the demon suddenly yelled at him, getting up from the chair, the demon spat in his face "This is your fault, you can change and stop this madness right here, it will only bring you and other's pain the demon added, the words striking deep into Jarold's veins, causing him to get cut into a thousand pieces, scars that only Jarold could see. But Jarold learned from this, he learnt that his religious zealotry had blinded him and driven him to hate, to kill other's for being different, but Jarold could stop right here!, he could use his strength for good instead of evil!, in the deep depression he had spiraled into, he realized tha-
Then the Girl turned to ashes, turns out she was a vampire after all!, Jarold's epiphany dissolved in front of him, his blind zealotry had worked!, everything he had thought earlier had disappeared and he quickly went back to his old way of thinking, supernatural creatures weren't meant to exist, god wills it so. Jarold burst into a bubbling laughter, he had been so foolish. the Demon ran screaming out of the bar, enraged by how close to his unholy victory he had come only for it to be torn away by the sense of reason. "There is no need to apologize!" he told the kid in a happy voice "Some are more faithful than others, though it would be great if we were to work together, this land is covered with creatures of death and darkness, only together we can slew these monster's and inherit the earth" he preached, despite the kid's lack of faith, he had grown to like to him, he was level-headed and intelligent, which most people had none of.
He got up from his chair, he downed a cup of water that he had ordered, he would drink alcohol but it was unfortunately the devil's liquid, "Well!, these beasts are going to kill themselves, let's go out and see what prey we can find" he spoke with enthusiasm, for most of his hunting, he had been completely alone with nothing but voices and visions to accompany him.
@Forgiveness
"This is why I'm here, to stop you from doing this, to stop you from committing a massacre on INNOCENTS! the demon suddenly yelled at him, getting up from the chair, the demon spat in his face "This is your fault, you can change and stop this madness right here, it will only bring you and other's pain the demon added, the words striking deep into Jarold's veins, causing him to get cut into a thousand pieces, scars that only Jarold could see. But Jarold learned from this, he learnt that his religious zealotry had blinded him and driven him to hate, to kill other's for being different, but Jarold could stop right here!, he could use his strength for good instead of evil!, in the deep depression he had spiraled into, he realized tha-
Then the Girl turned to ashes, turns out she was a vampire after all!, Jarold's epiphany dissolved in front of him, his blind zealotry had worked!, everything he had thought earlier had disappeared and he quickly went back to his old way of thinking, supernatural creatures weren't meant to exist, god wills it so. Jarold burst into a bubbling laughter, he had been so foolish. the Demon ran screaming out of the bar, enraged by how close to his unholy victory he had come only for it to be torn away by the sense of reason. "There is no need to apologize!" he told the kid in a happy voice "Some are more faithful than others, though it would be great if we were to work together, this land is covered with creatures of death and darkness, only together we can slew these monster's and inherit the earth" he preached, despite the kid's lack of faith, he had grown to like to him, he was level-headed and intelligent, which most people had none of.
He got up from his chair, he downed a cup of water that he had ordered, he would drink alcohol but it was unfortunately the devil's liquid, "Well!, these beasts are going to kill themselves, let's go out and see what prey we can find" he spoke with enthusiasm, for most of his hunting, he had been completely alone with nothing but voices and visions to accompany him.
@Forgiveness
@ViolentViolet I can create another character as a love interest if you want
I have the power of god behind me Jarold bragged as he took the crossbow from Flynt, he knew for certain there was a vampire in this room, he could smell them, the one thing about vampires is that no matter how alive they looked, deep inside they were rotten and filled with worms, like any other cadaver and cadaver's smelled awful.
The angel encouraged Jarold and the Demon screeched at him to put the crossbow away. he stared at the girl dead in the eyes, she stared back with wide eyes and a gasp, at this point she knew that she was caught, she was like a rabbit cornered by a bear and she would not survive the night. Jarold lifted the crossbow and aimed it at her chest. Hail Mary, full of grace he whispered as time slowed down for a minute. He fired and the arrow went soaring across the room towards her, the arrow pierced the girl's neck, if she were a vampire she'd turn to ash
But she didn't.
The girl fell to the ground, clutching at her throat in a futile attempt to remove the arrow, no amount of healing potion's could save her, she let out a cough as she tried to breath, then fell limp and lifeless. Jarold didn't move a muscle, his eyes still locked on to where the girl was sitting, his mouth was wide open, he immediately began to feel like he was a corpse, rotten and filled with worms, he smelled like a cadaver. a tear formed in his eye and went down his cheek, he wasn't a hunter, he was a killer. The entire bar went silent and stared at him, people began to draw their weapons, it was quite clear each and every one of them wanted Jarold dead, they just wanted to see who was brave enough to shoot first, Jarold didn't move a muscle, but tears fell from his eyes, he hoped that someone would gun him down right where he sat.
@Forgiveness
The angel encouraged Jarold and the Demon screeched at him to put the crossbow away. he stared at the girl dead in the eyes, she stared back with wide eyes and a gasp, at this point she knew that she was caught, she was like a rabbit cornered by a bear and she would not survive the night. Jarold lifted the crossbow and aimed it at her chest. Hail Mary, full of grace he whispered as time slowed down for a minute. He fired and the arrow went soaring across the room towards her, the arrow pierced the girl's neck, if she were a vampire she'd turn to ash
But she didn't.
The girl fell to the ground, clutching at her throat in a futile attempt to remove the arrow, no amount of healing potion's could save her, she let out a cough as she tried to breath, then fell limp and lifeless. Jarold didn't move a muscle, his eyes still locked on to where the girl was sitting, his mouth was wide open, he immediately began to feel like he was a corpse, rotten and filled with worms, he smelled like a cadaver. a tear formed in his eye and went down his cheek, he wasn't a hunter, he was a killer. The entire bar went silent and stared at him, people began to draw their weapons, it was quite clear each and every one of them wanted Jarold dead, they just wanted to see who was brave enough to shoot first, Jarold didn't move a muscle, but tears fell from his eyes, he hoped that someone would gun him down right where he sat.
@Forgiveness
@Pastel Moon thank you, I was thinking of using Nicklewise instead but I decided this was funnier
I feel like I should make more characters but I also feel like one is enough
© 2007-2024