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Can I be an angel? Like some kind of warrior/guardian angel who desires to protect humans on the New World?
Lol I just looked at the CSs and my character is the oldest one in the group besides the Head Director
Lol I call Velour Cotton Silk
@RolePlayerRoxas Aww, I'm sorry to hear that. Thanks for the interest though :)
@Crazy Doctor Are you still interested in joining?
@Crazy Doctor Are you still interested in joining?
Awesome!
After some digging Naia finally unearthed a medallion, almost the size of her palm, covered in strange runes. She glanced around again to see if anybody is nearby before she stood up and examined it more closely. It appeared to be very old, older than anything she had ever seen, and the language was completely foreign to her. Naia raised an eyebrow and debated taking it to Blim before she settled on sticking it deep in her pocket as she begrudgingly walked towards Blim's tent.
As Naia walked she rolled her eyes at the usual stares from the new arrivals, as far as she knew she was the only Drow in the Outcasts, and maintained her signature silence. She raised her eyebrow at a few odd happenings but soon made it to Blim's tent. She sighed as she saw the shadows of other Dwellers in the tent already before she lifted the flap and walked inside.
She recognized a few of the Dwellers, Cameo and Nivaar as well as the orc whose name she could never remember, but the others were unknown. She chuckled quietly as she saw the massive book Blim was reading bas she slid her way to the front of the group and crossed her arms in front of the gnome.
"What have we got, Blim?"
As Naia walked she rolled her eyes at the usual stares from the new arrivals, as far as she knew she was the only Drow in the Outcasts, and maintained her signature silence. She raised her eyebrow at a few odd happenings but soon made it to Blim's tent. She sighed as she saw the shadows of other Dwellers in the tent already before she lifted the flap and walked inside.
She recognized a few of the Dwellers, Cameo and Nivaar as well as the orc whose name she could never remember, but the others were unknown. She chuckled quietly as she saw the massive book Blim was reading bas she slid her way to the front of the group and crossed her arms in front of the gnome.
"What have we got, Blim?"
Mairead raised an eyebrow at the new students and then laughed as she began looking for a way out. After a few moments of casually walking around the room, Mairead walked over to a wall directly underneath an air vent. Mairead noticed one of the first years making a giant pile of chairs with the obvious intention of rescuing more than himself and chuckled.
"The bloody fool's bein' kind. That'll get beatn' out of him in a jiff." She muttered to herself as she lined up the auditorium floor with the air vent. She knelt down to the floor and placed her palm in the corner of the wall and the floor as a pale green glow lit up her fingertips.
Mairead took a few deep breaths and focused, her green eyes turning almost black as a small crack appeared in the floor. The glow in Mairead's fingers got brighter and she stood up as a thick black vine with inch long thorns sprouted from the floor and snaked towards the air vent. A reddish glow came from Mairead's other hand and the thorns receded into the vine and the tip of the vine wrenched the grate from the air vent. She chuckled a little more and hoisted herself onto the vine, carefully willing it to stay strong. By the time she reached the air vent and crawled inside she was almost completely out of breath and quickly gave up control of the vine, causing it to wither and fall away from the wall. She took a moment to catch her breath before she began crawling away from the auditorium and trying to remember the map of the school well enough to navigate the vents.
After a few wrong turns Mairead found the hallway leading to the dorms and punched the grate off the vent, sliding down the wall and straightening her jacket once she stood up. She looked around for any other students and smirked as she began sauntering towards the dorms.
"The bloody fool's bein' kind. That'll get beatn' out of him in a jiff." She muttered to herself as she lined up the auditorium floor with the air vent. She knelt down to the floor and placed her palm in the corner of the wall and the floor as a pale green glow lit up her fingertips.
Mairead took a few deep breaths and focused, her green eyes turning almost black as a small crack appeared in the floor. The glow in Mairead's fingers got brighter and she stood up as a thick black vine with inch long thorns sprouted from the floor and snaked towards the air vent. A reddish glow came from Mairead's other hand and the thorns receded into the vine and the tip of the vine wrenched the grate from the air vent. She chuckled a little more and hoisted herself onto the vine, carefully willing it to stay strong. By the time she reached the air vent and crawled inside she was almost completely out of breath and quickly gave up control of the vine, causing it to wither and fall away from the wall. She took a moment to catch her breath before she began crawling away from the auditorium and trying to remember the map of the school well enough to navigate the vents.
After a few wrong turns Mairead found the hallway leading to the dorms and punched the grate off the vent, sliding down the wall and straightening her jacket once she stood up. She looked around for any other students and smirked as she began sauntering towards the dorms.
Since I'm older than the other guys do you want me to be waiting in a dorm room or with them in the auditorium? Cause your posts makes it sound like a first year thing @TheWindel
Sorry, no. Thanks for the interest, though!
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