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Izzy's internet Hubby for Lifey. "You and me were always with each other, before we knew the other was ever there."

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@Lady Amalthea Quick question. Would I have to makes a CS for the NPC? I mean, I wouldn't mind. Just wondering ^.^


I'd say yes but a very basic one, you don't need to follow the template we use. Mostly just something like;

Name
Alias
Age
Occupation
History

That sort of thing.

@Xtreme Just finished up part of a colab I had to tend to, will be finishing up mine and getting them up post haste.


Looking forward t it
Alright that's my two up guys, can't wait to see everyone's characters.



"Elden Rowan"








Interacting with @sherlolly & @BlackPanther & @smarty0114


The Axethrower stirred from his light sleep, awoken by subtle cool breeze from the cracked window. The fell of a man was best known for sleeping, it was something he had always struggled with most probably due to the nightmares that haunted his mind so. Even the warmth of a body next to him was not enough to quell the raging fever that so constantly gripped his mind. His pale blue opened to gaze upon the delicate face of his beloved next to him. Iris looked angelic when sleeping. He wondered what she may have been dreaming off to look so content. Elden did not wish to wake her, so he simply brushed a loose strange of her soft hair behind her ear and climbed out of the bed.

It was always a good thing that he awoke before her, if it was known they shared a bed, it could lead down some very dangerous paths.
The mirror in Lady Flowers room was soon filled by Elden’s hulking frame, the scars from his father’s torture and the numerous animal attacks littered his strong body. It was a warrior’s body, though in some respects he did not wish it to be. He did not like this place, this city. The Brute of the Goldengrove was a man of nature; being cooped up in towers and palaces felt wrong but it was where Iris needed to be and wherever she went, Elden would follow. That was just in his nature. He dressed himself and crept out of the room silently. Whoever said that he could not be subtle?

Descending the stairs into the main common room, Elden was greeted by the visage of Reed Stark and Tiras Rivers. ”Good morning, my lords” He greeted them as he joined them at the table. He had yet to properly get to know any of the little Lords and Ladies. It was not out of spite or any misguided sense of worth however. The truth of the matter was very simple; Elden wasn’t good at talking. He was a lonely soul through only the fault of his own ability, nothing more. Today was the Tourney; he was not yet sure he would participate but if he did, then God help his opponents.



Interacting with:@Rin @Dblade26

It was a horror story told to Gothamite children to make them say their prayers, eat their vitamins and do as their parents tell them. A shadowy group composed of dangerous folk who controlled Gotham, how could something like that exist? Mary Turner always believed it was a story or at least that was until a warm summer’s night during World War II…

She had dealt with persecution all of her life. Being a woman in a misogynistic society wasn’t bad enough, being an Asian woman was another blow to her. All she wanted was to serve her country just like the men of her time but no, she had to be a nurse or a secretary. She had just as much right to fight for Gotham’s safety. She was an American goddamnit, born in Medford, Oregon, raised there and would probably die there. It wasn’t fair.

There had been word over the radio that Emperor Hirihito was planning some kind of attack against the US and that Gotham was a target. Mary refused to hide, she would not let one of her own instil fear in her, the same way she had all but numbed herself to the spiteful words of the Yankee scum. This hot summers eve was an empty one, few were out on the streets in the wake of the Emperors threats. Mary walked proudly, she would not show her fear. This day she would go see the only show left open in town; Haly’s Circus. Hushed whispers across Gotham told of a man, a large inhuman man who spoke in rhymes. Apparently he was the star attraction of their latest show and Mary was in such desperate need of a laugh.

The tents were red and white just like she had always dreamed. There were clowns and strongmen, flying Graysons and bearded ladies. Mary felt at home in this cabal of freaks. A balloon? How funny? She reached for it, unware of the ticking coming from within…

BANG

Swooping down from her shadow perch, the Talon landed atop a car in front of the alley and glared with glowing yellow eyes at the Boy and Girl Wonders.

”Little Robins, time to die”


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This one's always in trouble with me in some form or another ;)

It's a good job I love him.


This is true
X, did you go and get yourself into trouble?


....it's possible.
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Well when I heard you were cheating on me and making RP's with other women, I had to come crash the joint ;)


........oh right. That.
You have my interest.


Great.

Who said you could start a party without me?


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