TheHangedMan

KHR! | The Enduring Flame

WIP

Name::
Maria Isabelle Celis Dimalanta

Nicname/Alias::
Flickering Star

Age::
16

Gender::
Female

Country of Origin::
Philippines

Role::
11th Vongola Cloud Guardian

Flame::
Rain

Weapon/Fighting Style::

"Panabas" (hider for overtly large image)

Appearance:: (Put a picture of their current selves and then of one ten years later, as the Ten Year Bazooka will be used in this RP if only for the gag.)

Personality::

History::

Other:: (quirks, hobbies, likes, dislikes etc.)

The Demon Lord

That's fun part :D

The Demon Lord

@Lunarlors34 @Ryougu

Shit, how did I forget that. Yeah, my bad; it's 18 to early twenties apparently. Okay, back to the meager 7-feet-and-half-an-inch you go!

The Demon Lord

@Ryougu Hahaha, nooooo. Joking aside, most boys reach their full height at 16-18 years old, growing very, very little afterwards.

Human High School RP OR Alpha (were)Wolf Academy

I'm down for either.

Anyone up for a Magical Guild Adventure RP?

Interested, yes.

The Demon Lord

Just a heads up, I've made two minor changes to Marco's profile: I made him taller and gave him an enhanced sense of smell (for "meals") nothing drastic or imbalanced, just something to make his character more coherent.

The Demon Lord

Marco Dondadello

Marco stretched lightly as he exited his room. Looking back, he nodded in approval at his handiwork - the plain room he had seen upon entering was no more, and was transformed into a something that looked like a glorified version of a professional kitchen - all stuffed neatly into one room. Pots and pans hung from the wall via sticky-hooks, an electric stove was placed conspicuously on top of the desk that was provided for him, along with a toaster and rice cooker; beside it, inside a chrome air-tight box was a series of spices arranged carefully in a row.

All-in-all, Marco felt right at home.

Stepping out, he recalled the instructions he was given. So the next stop was the cafeteria. He grinned; that was perfect, he was starving anyway.

Once he was on the ground floor, Marco narrowed his eyes as he smelled a sudden rush of magic, followed by a strong gust of wind surging past his body. He craned his head as a girl landed to his side nearby; the smell of magic was distinct on her, and smelled exactly like the wind. Of course, the smell of magic and wind was little notice when compared to something else . . .

"Damn girl, what the hell is your problem?" Marco nearly exclaimed. The girl smelled like rotting corpses were stitched together then fried in lemon juice - it was something he'd never smelled before, but it was quite frankly disgusting. It was also not a purely physical smell - which meant it was either a magical or psychological kink; either way, it was disquieting.

@Noodles

KHR! | The Enduring Flame

Working on a character now. I'll get 'em up tomorrow at the latest.

Holes In Your Coffin: A Zombie Apocalypse

I'mma get a post up soon.