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Name: Rhys
Gender: Dude
Age: Legal to drink anywhere in the world
Class: Samurai
Abilities:
Argest Allegory - Writes a roleplay that blinds all foes because the font is too bright.
Oaken Onslaught - Cleaves the horizon with an axe. Super effective against firewood.
False Flight - Jumps so high it seems like flying, but only if you can't see the wire in the background.
Cordial Connection - Magically connects to any WiFi access point, as long as it has no password.
Gender: Dude
Age: Legal to drink anywhere in the world
Class: Samurai
Abilities:
Argest Allegory - Writes a roleplay that blinds all foes because the font is too bright.
Oaken Onslaught - Cleaves the horizon with an axe. Super effective against firewood.
False Flight - Jumps so high it seems like flying, but only if you can't see the wire in the background.
Cordial Connection - Magically connects to any WiFi access point, as long as it has no password.
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@PyroDash888 I forgot mine for a couple hours too, but I managed to slip it in before anyone noticed. I hope. :D
The mounted transformer was left quite a mess. Frayed and blackened sheet metal hung jagged, swaying with the breeze, and the inner coil still hissed and sparked when a volt of electricity managed to pass through. Once high on a pole, the distributor now lay rent on the street, its life ended in a rather violent explosion as a fork of lightning struck it in the night's storm. Two people had gathered before it, behind a small hardware store in the south end of Roxhill.
Vincent sighed. Not even eight in the morning, and I'm already cleaning up dad's messes.
The man beside him, the store's manager, chuckled. "Been here since dark. One of the neighbors figured a bomb went off and called me." Mr. O'neil was a portly man with sad eyes. He was not the most capable of men, but he did not ask much for salary, and Vincent knew he could be counted on to seize certain "opportunities" in customer transactions.
"Don't you have a number to call for this sort of thing?" Vincent asked. "This is the city's job."
"'Fraid not," O'neil said. "They said this one's on your property, so you gotta shell out the cash for it yourself. No power until then."
Vincent sighed again. "I'll call requisitions. Cash only until this gets fixed. You're already low on sales this year, you can't afford a day off. Got it?"
O'neil shrugged. "You know, this doesn't look so bad," he said, moving toward the transformer. "We could probably patch it up for the time being." He crouched down with a grunt, reaching in to grab the coil.
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you-"
There was a flash and O'neil suddenly jerked, his entire body going rigid. He fell to the concrete. The only noise audible was a gentle thump, followed by the whistle of air leaving the man's lungs, his last living breath.
"Are you serious?" Vincent asked the corpse. The only emotional response he could manage was a chuckle at the absurdity.
He did not feel comfortable touching the man's body, nor remaining on the street, and so he quickly removed his phone, dialing for an ambulance while he stepped into his vehicle. The black sports car made its way hastily to Vincent's private estate on Mercer Island, its occupant lost in thought all the while.
This is going to be a nightmare of paperwork. God damn it, and thought this day couldn't get any more tiresome. He tskd irritably, a crease forming in his brow. But something was bothering him, something he tried to mask with trivial thoughts. He had seen men die before, but not someone like that. It was too close to home. Someone that he knew. The man had a daughter, a girl Vincent would have fancied had she not been related to someone so incompetent. How would she feel?
The car took a sudden left turn as Vincent decided not to return home. He needed somewhere else to calm his troubled mind, something closer to nature. A park perhaps, or the beach.
Vincent sighed. Not even eight in the morning, and I'm already cleaning up dad's messes.
The man beside him, the store's manager, chuckled. "Been here since dark. One of the neighbors figured a bomb went off and called me." Mr. O'neil was a portly man with sad eyes. He was not the most capable of men, but he did not ask much for salary, and Vincent knew he could be counted on to seize certain "opportunities" in customer transactions.
"Don't you have a number to call for this sort of thing?" Vincent asked. "This is the city's job."
"'Fraid not," O'neil said. "They said this one's on your property, so you gotta shell out the cash for it yourself. No power until then."
Vincent sighed again. "I'll call requisitions. Cash only until this gets fixed. You're already low on sales this year, you can't afford a day off. Got it?"
O'neil shrugged. "You know, this doesn't look so bad," he said, moving toward the transformer. "We could probably patch it up for the time being." He crouched down with a grunt, reaching in to grab the coil.
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you-"
There was a flash and O'neil suddenly jerked, his entire body going rigid. He fell to the concrete. The only noise audible was a gentle thump, followed by the whistle of air leaving the man's lungs, his last living breath.
"Are you serious?" Vincent asked the corpse. The only emotional response he could manage was a chuckle at the absurdity.
He did not feel comfortable touching the man's body, nor remaining on the street, and so he quickly removed his phone, dialing for an ambulance while he stepped into his vehicle. The black sports car made its way hastily to Vincent's private estate on Mercer Island, its occupant lost in thought all the while.
This is going to be a nightmare of paperwork. God damn it, and thought this day couldn't get any more tiresome. He tskd irritably, a crease forming in his brow. But something was bothering him, something he tried to mask with trivial thoughts. He had seen men die before, but not someone like that. It was too close to home. Someone that he knew. The man had a daughter, a girl Vincent would have fancied had she not been related to someone so incompetent. How would she feel?
The car took a sudden left turn as Vincent decided not to return home. He needed somewhere else to calm his troubled mind, something closer to nature. A park perhaps, or the beach.
@Billsomething Cool, go ahead and post it in CHAR.
@deadpixel101@Zombehs - Well, here's the thing about Limit Breaks: they can only be used when the user's life is in extreme peril, and using them usually renders them useless after. You can raise the power level of it as much as you want, but me, as the GM, will make sure it won't always work, so be careful. Remember that you can always discover new ones when the enemies are becoming too tough, and the newer ones will generally always be more useful. In other words, sure, your limit break can destroy mountains, but eventually you will fight an enemy stronger than a mountain :D
@Billsomething - Your current abilities seem more suitable to a level 10 character or so. Chop a couple of them off and you're accepted. Don't worry, the progression will be pretty quick, so you'll get them back before too long. I just want to heighten the sense of character development by starting with near nothing.
@Billsomething - Your current abilities seem more suitable to a level 10 character or so. Chop a couple of them off and you're accepted. Don't worry, the progression will be pretty quick, so you'll get them back before too long. I just want to heighten the sense of character development by starting with near nothing.
@Sagittarius Looks good, accepted. I'll start the IC today sometime.
@ravenDivinity I don't know shit-all about Seattle, but I'll try xD
I'll get a post up tomorrow, sorry for the wait.
I'll get a post up tomorrow, sorry for the wait.
@Ambra I guess I'll nab the position of Guild Master if you don't mind ;P If it's open to take I'd rather not leave it for the chance someone less active might. That sound okay?
@Ghost Queen You're here! Yay!
When the newcomer whistled, Orren took the first chance he had to breathe the nearby air. The man's scent was not unfamiliar, but it belonged to someone Orren had not had the chance to yet become affiliated with. He smelled like ash and blood. Another dragonslayer.
"Eh! Boys!" The man shouted. "Take me with you will ya?"
Orren frowned. He knew those words, but they were wrong. Will you...take me with you? That was how Evelyn would have told him to say it. Maybe the man was new to his words, like Orren himself? The woodsman's eyes brightened, and he knew he liked the man already.
Orren turned to the hunters. They gave the approaching slayer a quick up-and-down, then looked at each other.
"Pardon, slayer," one of the men said. "But you'd be needing to find a bow. We're hunting deer."
"Faster 'n any dragon, I reckon," said another hunter, laughing. "Never seen a man hunt a deer with a blade. They bolt at a snapping twig."
"No," Orren said. He frowned again, deeper this time. The hunters looked up at him, seeming surprised to hear him speak. He chewed his words before saying them. "When you are hungry, you become a wolf." He wondered if that made sense. In his years in the wilds, many times Orren had found himself starved and without arrows. Desperation had driven him to do many things to catch his food. He knew a fellow slayer had the mettle to do so as well. "He will come with me. Good...luck." He nodded to the hunters, ending the engagement.
After a few moments, the other men left, and Orren was left with the newcomer.
"I," Orren said, pointing to his chest as he enunciated the word. "Am Orren. Who are you?" He stood ready to depart from the keep at the other slayer's discretion.
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