Gift of the Forbidden [OOC|DEAD]

[Venaticus]

Name: Elias Daemon
Biological sex: M
Sexual orientation: Straight
Age: 20

Mark(s):

Located on his chest, just above his left nipple. This mark allows him to possess any living creature he touches for around 15 minutes.

Located on his left forearm. This mark actually strengthens his knifes, allowing them to cut through virtually anything. This mark only allows him to do this when he is truly enraged. He keeps this mark under check, rarely using its power as it somewhat takes his mind, him losing his senses.
Weapon(s): He possesses two daggers, both of which have been passed through his family for generations upon generations. The first is a bit newer. It is very durable, and very easy to wield for even the novice bladesman. The other blade is much, much older. It was created out of a jawbone, and has been been a sort of crest of honor to his family for generations, being passed from father to son.
Skills: Coming from an ancient clan of warriors, he is rather skilled with the blades, as well as with hand-to-hand combat. He's a skilled hunter, and decent shelter-builder/finder, and a shockingly decent cook.

Personality: He's usually somewhat shy at first, more out of mistrust than actual shyness. Once you gain his loyalty, though, he will kill for you, as well as die for you.
Likes: Food, training and sleeping. He also loves listening to music.
Dislike: Weakness, boredom, and people who hurt his friends.

Bio: Born to a relatively well-known clan, who have since ancient times been known as the warrior clan, Elias Daemon was shocked when the marks appeared on his body. Instead of kicking him out and shunning him, however, the Daemon Clan helped him learn what these marks allowed him to do and learn how to use them in combat. At the age of 18, Elias was discovered and his Clan attacked by the armies of Nicholas, severing any ties the Daemon Clan had to the kingdom. In the attack, his father was fatally wounded. Before dying, he passed on the two Daemon Blades to Elias, to help him in his quest. The Clan has went into hiding, many hiding in plain sight, identifiable only to those of the Daemon Clan.

What is the music of life?: (Must... resist... Skyrim... Reference...) glockenspiel

[Abserdia]

Fun fact: one of the Forbidden's favorite Goddesses is Adora.
Why?
Because she's just so dang fun to torture, if they can get past Kura.

Name: Elias Daemon
Biological sex: M
Sexual orientation: Straight
Age: 20

(Image)

Mark(s):

(Image)

Located on his chest, just above his left nipple. This mark allows him to possess any living creature he touches for around 15 minutes.

(Image)

Located on his left forearm. This mark actually strengthens his knifes, allowing them to cut through virtually anything. This mark only allows him to do this when he is truly enraged. He keeps this mark under check, rarely using its power as it somewhat takes his mind, him losing his senses.
Weapon(s): He possesses two daggers, both of which have been passed through his family for generations upon generations. The first is a bit newer. It is very durable, and very easy to wield for even the novice bladesman. The other blade is much, much older. It was created out of a jawbone, and has been been a sort of crest of honor to his family for generations, being passed from father to son.
Skills: Coming from an ancient clan of warriors, he is rather skilled with the blades, as well as with hand-to-hand combat. He's a skilled hunter, and decent shelter-builder/finder, and a shockingly decent cook.

Personality: He's usually somewhat shy at first, more out of mistrust than actual shyness. Once you gain his loyalty, though, he will kill for you, as well as die for you.
Likes: Food, training and sleeping. He also loves listening to music.
Dislike: Weakness, boredom, and people who hurt his friends.

Bio: Born to a relatively well-known clan, who have since ancient times been known as the warrior clan, Elias Daemon was shocked when the marks appeared on his body. Instead of kicking him out and shunning him, however, the Daemon Clan helped him learn what these marks allowed him to do and learn how to use them in combat. At the age of 18, Elias was discovered and his Clan attacked by the armies of Nicholas, severing any ties the Daemon Clan had to the kingdom. In the attack, his father was fatally wounded. Before dying, he passed on the two Daemon Blades to Elias, to help him in his quest. The Clan has went into hiding, many hiding in plain sight, identifiable only to those of the Daemon Clan.

What is the music of life?: (Must... resist... Skyrim... Reference...) glockenspiel

HA
HA
HA
NO.

First Mark is too OP. Way too OP. 'It could kill two Hunters in 5 minutes' OP.

Also, the bio is too short.

So, i made a new idea. I gutted the teleportation thing, and made an inter relationship between the lightning control and the speed, to give an effect that looks the same, but is otherwise entirely different. I also felt that while she fast and agile as it is, that the multi combat survival thing was kinda left without a proper explanation to it, so i attempted to factor that in as well to make a bit more sense, hopefully.
Still debating on trying to tie that emotional stuff in somewhere, might figure that out at somepoint.

Also, no, i dont do short bios apparently it's been a good while since i made an app, apparently i still make pretty nice sized bios lol.

Name: Krystal Misoriys
Biological sex: F
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Age: 17

WHAT IF I DONT HAVE AN IMAGE ;-; if i have to have one, the first time i used her yeaaaaaars ago i just said Ty Lee from Last Airbender cause fuck it it was easy.

Mark(s): 1st Mark; Thunderstruck: A rather cliche portrait of a thunderbolt, with it's other forms alongside it on her forearm. Gives the ability of full control of lightning. This includes your normal bolts, but also includes plasma, which lightning is made of. This applies to electricity as well, and can apply to lightning from the sky as well as from her body, from outlets, or anywhere else. If honed to a high enough degree, the possibility to disrupt or fry nervous systems becomes possible, as well as sensing presence through nervous signals, thought that's a way off.
2nd Mark; Don't Blink: A very well focused, open eye that seems to be 'seeing faster'. Located on the mid of her back, along the spine. Gives the already agile and nimble and Krystal a huge boost to both of those things, and is directly related to her first mark. The relationship between these can play off, DB is based off current body function, while TS can improve body function by acting as a supercharger. At a cost of minor (though building up if used too often) tissue damage, she can overload the effect TS has on muscles, causing a temporary, instant speed boost that will appear as a blur of light to most people, the name 'Don't Blink' comes from this. DB is also the reason Krystal is surprisingly good at fighting multiple opponents with evasion, as it increases the rate she processes sensory information when adrenaline is flowing and lightning coursing.
Weapon(s): She carries none, i would've put somesort of weird gloves that help conductivity and can deflect swords or bullets at right angles here, but oh well, she's not supposed to be getting hit at all, just dodging
Skills: Multi-Combat Specialist
Blitz/Ambush/Distraction/Sabotage/Shock (literally) based attacks.
Stealth, agilitity and speed requires one to be light of foot, as such she's very quiet when moving, making an excellent scout.
Charismatic, ontop of being a bit eccentric, she always seems to be an optimistic and confident note that keeps others going.
Cooking, sort of... more of a survival thing, use the right type of lightning and zap something. No need for a fire to cook.
Parkour/Evasion, if there's ever any need to run like hell and lose a tail, this is who you turn to.
Also, stealing shit.
Personality: A rather eccentric and silly girl, constantly optimistic and all around happy, always confident and a bit hot headed, ready to take on anything that needs taking on, even it involves running like the bolts she uses as weapons. A lighthearted soldier of potential comedic relief.
Likes: Food, anything dangerous and therefore fun, other extroverts, shy people, fighting. You can never get bored teasing shy people. Also music, mostly fast-paced rock that goes well with her imagining awesome fights.
Dislike: 'Doom and Gloom' types with seemingly no ambition or personality to them, the 'safe way', over-serious people (though sometimes fun to tease), books, eggheads that do nothing but read books.

Bio: Krystal was born in a moderately sized of the eastern ends of Penna, an upper middle class family with a small estate to support her, and the library of both living and written knowledge to look to when she needed help. Of course, being Krystal, fuck all of that shit. Reading is after all, an egghead activity, Krystal is no egghead. For the young girl, she was always exceedingly happy about everything, even the very worst of things that tore down entire nations into the bleak, icy grasp of despair's hand would be kicked aside with an unending ray of illumination from the odd girl. The ever happy optimist she was, Krystal was always a bit different as well, with an odd sense of humor that often confused people and made no sense, and a very 'all over the place' style suggesting some funky ADHD going on. Even more surprising despite her distaste for books, and 'eggheads', she exceeded average expectations in school, and particularly in athletics would always be seen trying to be the fastest, trying to be stronger then all the boys, and run circles around them before jumping into a tree and somersaulting out.

A hobby in her teenage years that went from circles and trees to streets and buildings, and schoolyard boys to upset shop owners and guards wanting to catch a nutcase who stole things purely for the fun of taking it, often leaving the item behind at some point before escaping. Krystal is no doubt addicted to adrenaline and danger, going faster, climbing higher, and lifting more and more seemingly ridiculous things just to push the limit of what would probably kill her in a psychotic contest to see what would give first. Her insane will, or her body's insistence it's not good enough to do it, always coming out ontop in the engagement. The city running parkour started at age 10, she first stole something when she was 12, and just before 13 her danger-seeking thrills got a much welcome boost.

Her first mark made itself apparent, the day her luck ran out and she got caught. Running through an alley and tripping on misaligned stone, she'd find herself grasped by the collar by an irate guard who'd been chasing her. Shrieking in fear, and flailing about more like an infant than the once ever confident girl she was, an innocent desperate grasp of the man's forearm turned into a violent lightning storm around his entire body, throwing him back into a building with a thunderous explosion of sound. It wouldn't be realized later by Krystal what had happened, at the time she ran as fast as she could out of the alley with tears down her face and hid the rest of the day. Hiding, though, would not be an option. Storms of lightning and explosion weren't exactly commonplace, and it would be investigated. The whole of the guard would have her face when she overheard it, yet all she could think was to run. Outrunning a small army was a bit... optimistic, even for her, though she had little other choice.


Here enters the second mark, having snuck her way to the gates of the town, she makes a run when it's opened for a caravan. She made her run, sprinting from the start at a pace that made her entire body numb, thoughts were suffocated by the pure adrenaline fueling this one and only chance to escape, when the same thunderous rawr she heard earlier erupted behind her. It may have been fear, she could've while it happened, that seemed to slow time down for her. Running past the first guard, who lunged for her but missed completely, the second who stumbled back before erupting sparks which cast themselves as if dangerous, the thrid trying to take her to the ground with a spear. It was like watching through someone else's eyes, jumping, flexing herself into an aerial, horizontal spin over the spear, and of the horses of the first car, stumbling back to avoid a sword, and without order, her arms projecting a stream of enraged plasma to kick her into the air, allowing the opportunity to redirect off the roof of the gate. She'd have to land on the edge of another cart and jump off it, an angle that nearly took her ankle, and close her arms to prevent snapping them when she landed. Still beyond her control, another person calling the shots for her, she ran off from their sight far faster than she'd started, almost a sudden blur of distance from them before continuing. She would spend the next several days, covering her marks, and playing a lost child looking for her parents, hitchhiking the caravans and getting free food. She'd be recognized, on occasion, but there was literal merchants could do to detain a frightened small girl that shot lightning from her hands. That didn't stop from trying, though, by the time she'd gotten to another town her kill tally had gone from 0, to 1, to 2, now to 9.

In her new 'home' she made place among the other thieves and degenerates, some claiming to be war criminals, or rebels against the crown, most looking insane enough to warrant such beliefs. Though, a few them actually seemed to be 'normal' enough to think they were making a difference to the government. These small band of 'freedom fighters' who spent their time vandalizing the homes of innocents, would teach her their 'ways' of fighting, basic and amateurish as they were. Though, they served as the starting point for her to teach herself as time went on. She would eventually learn how her marks functioned, and their relationship to one another, practicing them when she could a place away from thew towns to do so, and otherwise trying to control her second one while keep the first dormant. So long as she did, there'd be no risk of 'blur running' and making it all to obvious, she'd just appear to be a thief who was born with insanely good reflexes and speed, who eventually learned to handle herself against multiple thugs, assuming they weren't armed. Using her first mark in any but the rare, secluded incident was still forbidden, even if lightning is more than capable of killing in a single shot, perhaps dozens if it were spread enough, and even if you can evade and dodge well enough to handle several drunkards alone... no one can handle an army like that, of any size.

With her new knowledge of herself in place, and personal rules to guide it carefully, she was able to stop being afraid again. She knew what she was, she'd never changed, she was still Krystal, still the happy, confident, optimistic schoolgirl making fools of everyone. Now, well, it seems someone far above her paygrade decided they would lend some support in doing so. She'd continue, from city to city, living off whatever she stole before moving on, sometimes recognized as 'That Marked thief girl that shoots lightning' and sometimes only as 'That crazy arrogant bitch Krystal that steals all your shit and fucks up your cronies'. Not a life envisioned by many, though in the end, she'd be able to find herself enjoying such a life more and more, as would be expected of an adrenaline addict.



What is the music of life?: ZE GLOCKENSPIEL U HERETIC

Not sure about this. Gimme some time to think about it.

[Kollin]

Name: Elias Daemon
Biological sex: M
Sexual orientation: Straight
Age: 20

(Image)

Mark(s):

(Image)

Located on his chest, just above his left nipple. This mark allows him to possess any living creature he touches for around 15 minutes.

(Image)

Located on his left forearm. This mark actually strengthens his knifes, allowing them to cut through virtually anything. This mark only allows him to do this when he is truly enraged. He keeps this mark under check, rarely using its power as it somewhat takes his mind, him losing his senses.
Weapon(s): He possesses two daggers, both of which have been passed through his family for generations upon generations. The first is a bit newer. It is very durable, and very easy to wield for even the novice bladesman. The other blade is much, much older. It was created out of a jawbone, and has been been a sort of crest of honor to his family for generations, being passed from father to son.
Skills: Coming from an ancient clan of warriors, he is rather skilled with the blades, as well as with hand-to-hand combat. He's a skilled hunter, and decent shelter-builder/finder, and a shockingly decent cook.

Personality: He's usually somewhat shy at first, more out of mistrust than actual shyness. Once you gain his loyalty, though, he will kill for you, as well as die for you.
Likes: Food, training and sleeping. He also loves listening to music.
Dislike: Weakness, boredom, and people who hurt his friends.

Bio: Born to a relatively well-known clan, who have since ancient times been known as the warrior clan, Elias Daemon was shocked when the marks appeared on his body. Instead of kicking him out and shunning him, however, the Daemon Clan helped him learn what these marks allowed him to do and learn how to use them in combat. At the age of 18, Elias was discovered and his Clan attacked by the armies of Nicholas, severing any ties the Daemon Clan had to the kingdom. In the attack, his father was fatally wounded. Before dying, he passed on the two Daemon Blades to Elias, to help him in his quest. The Clan has went into hiding, many hiding in plain sight, identifiable only to those of the Daemon Clan.

What is the music of life?: (Must... resist... Skyrim... Reference...) glockenspiel

HA
HA
HA
NO.

First Mark is too OP. Way too OP. 'It could kill two Hunters in 5 minutes' OP.

Also, the bio is too short.

So, i made a new idea. I gutted the teleportation thing, and made an inter relationship between the lightning control and the speed, to give an effect that looks the same, but is otherwise entirely different. I also felt that while she fast and agile as it is, that the multi combat survival thing was kinda left without a proper explanation to it, so i attempted to factor that in as well to make a bit more sense, hopefully.
Still debating on trying to tie that emotional stuff in somewhere, might figure that out at somepoint.

Also, no, i dont do short bios apparently it's been a good while since i made an app, apparently i still make pretty nice sized bios lol.

Name: Krystal Misoriys
Biological sex: F
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Age: 17

WHAT IF I DONT HAVE AN IMAGE ;-; if i have to have one, the first time i used her yeaaaaaars ago i just said Ty Lee from Last Airbender cause fuck it it was easy.

Mark(s): 1st Mark; Thunderstruck: A rather cliche portrait of a thunderbolt, with it's other forms alongside it on her forearm. Gives the ability of full control of lightning. This includes your normal bolts, but also includes plasma, which lightning is made of. This applies to electricity as well, and can apply to lightning from the sky as well as from her body, from outlets, or anywhere else. If honed to a high enough degree, the possibility to disrupt or fry nervous systems becomes possible, as well as sensing presence through nervous signals, thought that's a way off.
2nd Mark; Don't Blink: A very well focused, open eye that seems to be 'seeing faster'. Located on the mid of her back, along the spine. Gives the already agile and nimble and Krystal a huge boost to both of those things, and is directly related to her first mark. The relationship between these can play off, DB is based off current body function, while TS can improve body function by acting as a supercharger. At a cost of minor (though building up if used too often) tissue damage, she can overload the effect TS has on muscles, causing a temporary, instant speed boost that will appear as a blur of light to most people, the name 'Don't Blink' comes from this. DB is also the reason Krystal is surprisingly good at fighting multiple opponents with evasion, as it increases the rate she processes sensory information when adrenaline is flowing and lightning coursing.
Weapon(s): She carries none, i would've put somesort of weird gloves that help conductivity and can deflect swords or bullets at right angles here, but oh well, she's not supposed to be getting hit at all, just dodging
Skills: Multi-Combat Specialist
Blitz/Ambush/Distraction/Sabotage/Shock (literally) based attacks.
Stealth, agilitity and speed requires one to be light of foot, as such she's very quiet when moving, making an excellent scout.
Charismatic, ontop of being a bit eccentric, she always seems to be an optimistic and confident note that keeps others going.
Cooking, sort of... more of a survival thing, use the right type of lightning and zap something. No need for a fire to cook.
Parkour/Evasion, if there's ever any need to run like hell and lose a tail, this is who you turn to.
Also, stealing shit.
Personality: A rather eccentric and silly girl, constantly optimistic and all around happy, always confident and a bit hot headed, ready to take on anything that needs taking on, even it involves running like the bolts she uses as weapons. A lighthearted soldier of potential comedic relief.
Likes: Food, anything dangerous and therefore fun, other extroverts, shy people, fighting. You can never get bored teasing shy people. Also music, mostly fast-paced rock that goes well with her imagining awesome fights.
Dislike: 'Doom and Gloom' types with seemingly no ambition or personality to them, the 'safe way', over-serious people (though sometimes fun to tease), books, eggheads that do nothing but read books.

Bio: Krystal was born in a moderately sized of the eastern ends of Penna, an upper middle class family with a small estate to support her, and the library of both living and written knowledge to look to when she needed help. Of course, being Krystal, fuck all of that shit. Reading is after all, an egghead activity, Krystal is no egghead. For the young girl, she was always exceedingly happy about everything, even the very worst of things that tore down entire nations into the bleak, icy grasp of despair's hand would be kicked aside with an unending ray of illumination from the odd girl. The ever happy optimist she was, Krystal was always a bit different as well, with an odd sense of humor that often confused people and made no sense, and a very 'all over the place' style suggesting some funky ADHD going on. Even more surprising despite her distaste for books, and 'eggheads', she exceeded average expectations in school, and particularly in athletics would always be seen trying to be the fastest, trying to be stronger then all the boys, and run circles around them before jumping into a tree and somersaulting out.

A hobby in her teenage years that went from circles and trees to streets and buildings, and schoolyard boys to upset shop owners and guards wanting to catch a nutcase who stole things purely for the fun of taking it, often leaving the item behind at some point before escaping. Krystal is no doubt addicted to adrenaline and danger, going faster, climbing higher, and lifting more and more seemingly ridiculous things just to push the limit of what would probably kill her in a psychotic contest to see what would give first. Her insane will, or her body's insistence it's not good enough to do it, always coming out ontop in the engagement. The city running parkour started at age 10, she first stole something when she was 12, and just before 13 her danger-seeking thrills got a much welcome boost.

Her first mark made itself apparent, the day her luck ran out and she got caught. Running through an alley and tripping on misaligned stone, she'd find herself grasped by the collar by an irate guard who'd been chasing her. Shrieking in fear, and flailing about more like an infant than the once ever confident girl she was, an innocent desperate grasp of the man's forearm turned into a violent lightning storm around his entire body, throwing him back into a building with a thunderous explosion of sound. It wouldn't be realized later by Krystal what had happened, at the time she ran as fast as she could out of the alley with tears down her face and hid the rest of the day. Hiding, though, would not be an option. Storms of lightning and explosion weren't exactly commonplace, and it would be investigated. The whole of the guard would have her face when she overheard it, yet all she could think was to run. Outrunning a small army was a bit... optimistic, even for her, though she had little other choice.


Here enters the second mark, having snuck her way to the gates of the town, she makes a run when it's opened for a caravan. She made her run, sprinting from the start at a pace that made her entire body numb, thoughts were suffocated by the pure adrenaline fueling this one and only chance to escape, when the same thunderous rawr she heard earlier erupted behind her. It may have been fear, she could've while it happened, that seemed to slow time down for her. Running past the first guard, who lunged for her but missed completely, the second who stumbled back before erupting sparks which cast themselves as if dangerous, the thrid trying to take her to the ground with a spear. It was like watching through someone else's eyes, jumping, flexing herself into an aerial, horizontal spin over the spear, and of the horses of the first car, stumbling back to avoid a sword, and without order, her arms projecting a stream of enraged plasma to kick her into the air, allowing the opportunity to redirect off the roof of the gate. She'd have to land on the edge of another cart and jump off it, an angle that nearly took her ankle, and close her arms to prevent snapping them when she landed. Still beyond her control, another person calling the shots for her, she ran off from their sight far faster than she'd started, almost a sudden blur of distance from them before continuing. She would spend the next several days, covering her marks, and playing a lost child looking for her parents, hitchhiking the caravans and getting free food. She'd be recognized, on occasion, but there was literal merchants could do to detain a frightened small girl that shot lightning from her hands. That didn't stop from trying, though, by the time she'd gotten to another town her kill tally had gone from 0, to 1, to 2, now to 9.

In her new 'home' she made place among the other thieves and degenerates, some claiming to be war criminals, or rebels against the crown, most looking insane enough to warrant such beliefs. Though, a few them actually seemed to be 'normal' enough to think they were making a difference to the government. These small band of 'freedom fighters' who spent their time vandalizing the homes of innocents, would teach her their 'ways' of fighting, basic and amateurish as they were. Though, they served as the starting point for her to teach herself as time went on. She would eventually learn how her marks functioned, and their relationship to one another, practicing them when she could a place away from thew towns to do so, and otherwise trying to control her second one while keep the first dormant. So long as she did, there'd be no risk of 'blur running' and making it all to obvious, she'd just appear to be a thief who was born with insanely good reflexes and speed, who eventually learned to handle herself against multiple thugs, assuming they weren't armed. Using her first mark in any but the rare, secluded incident was still forbidden, even if lightning is more than capable of killing in a single shot, perhaps dozens if it were spread enough, and even if you can evade and dodge well enough to handle several drunkards alone... no one can handle an army like that, of any size.

With her new knowledge of herself in place, and personal rules to guide it carefully, she was able to stop being afraid again. She knew what she was, she'd never changed, she was still Krystal, still the happy, confident, optimistic schoolgirl making fools of everyone. Now, well, it seems someone far above her paygrade decided they would lend some support in doing so. She'd continue, from city to city, living off whatever she stole before moving on, sometimes recognized as 'That Marked thief girl that shoots lightning' and sometimes only as 'That crazy arrogant bitch Krystal that steals all your shit and fucks up your cronies'. Not a life envisioned by many, though in the end, she'd be able to find herself enjoying such a life more and more, as would be expected of an adrenaline addict.



What is the music of life?: ZE GLOCKENSPIEL U HERETIC

Not sure about this. Gimme some time to think about it.

did i do it wrong again? ;-;

[Kaidou]

Nobody really uses the alto clef except for viola players. I've been playing the piano for 14 years and counting, and I've not ever seen it used outside of theory examinations.

Dude, you play piano? Niiiiiiiiice.

I can't say I've been playing it for that long, because that is my age. But I've been playing for 8 years and counting. XD

It's quite possibly one of the best hobbies I know of. Relaxing, aesthetically pleasing, etc...

[Abserdia]

HA
HA
HA
NO.

First Mark is too OP. Way too OP. 'It could kill two Hunters in 5 minutes' OP.

Also, the bio is too short.


Not sure about this. Gimme some time to think about it.

did i do it wrong again? ;-;

It's certainly not a bad app. I just need to think about it a bit.

However, an image would be nice.

[Kaidou]

Nobody really uses the alto clef except for viola players. I've been playing the piano for 14 years and counting, and I've not ever seen it used outside of theory examinations.

Cool! I'm just now learning how to play piano. It's been a couple of years since I played an instrument, and a completely different one at that, so it's a slow but steady pace. It's a been a dream of mine to learn how to play the piano, but never really had the time nor motivation to do so. But I'm not passing up the opportunity to do it now.

It's never too late to pick up; you just need enough time put into it.

[Abserdia]

Cool! I'm just now learning how to play piano. It's been a couple of years since I played an instrument, and a completely different one at that, so it's a slow but steady pace. It's a been a dream of mine to learn how to play the piano, but never really had the time nor motivation to do so. But I'm not passing up the opportunity to do it now.

It's never too late to pick up; you just need enough time put into it.

I've been thinking of picking up piano.

It's way too heavy though.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

And que the bar fight.

[Kaidou]

It's never too late to pick up; you just need enough time put into it.

I've been thinking of picking up piano.

It's way too heavy though.

Not necessarily; one just has to find the right pieces to start with. The rest should be a breeze.

On a side note, I'm joining the sailor bandwagon. Anybody wanna meet the old guy at the docks?

[Abserdia]

I've been thinking of picking up piano.

It's way too heavy though.

Not necessarily; one just has to find the right pieces to start with. The rest should be a breeze.

On a side note, I'm joining the sailor bandwagon. Anybody wanna meet the old guy at the docks?

The piano.
Is way too heavy.
For me to pick up.

And que the bar fight.

Yaaay

[Kaidou]

Not necessarily; one just has to find the right pieces to start with. The rest should be a breeze.

On a side note, I'm joining the sailor bandwagon. Anybody wanna meet the old guy at the docks?

The piano.
Is way too heavy.
For me to pick up.

That, then, is a question of how much time you're willing to spend in the gym.

[Cerrania]

I'm sort of confused.

What happened here? Did my saber get intercepted, and then the guy who was about to shoot me got his revolver shot of of his hand by another hunter?

*headache*

[Kollin]

did i do it wrong again? ;-;

It's certainly not a bad app. I just need to think about it a bit.

However, an image would be nice.

I meant the balancing. I do have a rather lengthy history of having trouble with proper balancing, i think i actually made 4 very well balanced characters about a year ago, but it's still a difficult thing i have trouble getting quite right.

Usually i tie in things like that emotion stuff i mentioned as a serious debuff to help it down, but i was having trouble trying to figure out how they'd work in a logical manner. ;-;

If anyone has suggestions pls halp D:

I has narrowed selection down to 2... but... is too hard D:

[Kyraina]

I'm sort of confused.

What happened here? Did my saber get intercepted, and then the guy who was about to shoot me got his revolver shot of of his hand by another hunter?

*headache*

Jax (a hunter) intercepted sabre slash with tomahawk, drew his revolver, cocked it, but it was shot out of his hand by a arrow shot by Joseph, who is one of the marked.

[Cerrania]

I'm sort of confused.

What happened here? Did my saber get intercepted, and then the guy who was about to shoot me got his revolver shot of of his hand by another hunter?

*headache*

Joseph is marked, not a hunter.

Ah! Well, good.

And Max is also Marked? I just want to know if I can continue my assault against Jax and Beatrice or if I need to chase them.

[Kyraina]

Joseph is marked, not a hunter.

Ah! Well, good.

And Max is also Marked? I just want to know if I can continue my assault against Jax and Beatrice or if I need to chase them.

max is marked as well. You can do what ever one you want

[Kaidou]

Say, would any of the ships have space for two landlubbers?

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Say, would any of the ships have space for two landlubbers?

Make that three landlubbers. Cosmos is just waiting there on the side of the ship hoping to get noticed.

[Saldinado]

Say, would any of the ships have space for two landlubbers?

Make that three landlubbers. Cosmos is just waiting there on the side of the ship hoping to get noticed.

Make it 4 damnit!

[Legato Venari]

I go off line for TWO HOURS and then everyone wants to be a pirate?

.... Swim to the ship and plead your case.

[Castle Crashers]

Making a post now. ^-^

[The United Empire of Exucular]

I go off line for TWO HOURS and then everyone wants to be a pirate?

.... Swim to the ship and plead your case.

I had Cosmos introduce himself and show some of his abilities.

[Legato Venari]

Nicholas Morenzo-
Outside the Lustful Raven: Valos Harbor

Nico watched as the ship slowly took off from the dock, departing for wherever her destination was. He then slyly smiled as he thought of an idea as he watched a group of men climb aboard as well.

"Well then...I have nowhere to go. And have nothing to lose. How about we take a little dip in the water and say hi to them?" Nicholas said to the little rose that was carefully cupped in his hand. He carefully placed the rose on the top of his head so that it can safe and took off his shirt and tying it over his waist before walking towards the base of the dock. Making sure that his weapons were secured enough, he suddenly ran towards the end of the dock where he soon jumped off and dove into the water creating a simple splash.

Now in the water, he swam under the water at impressive fast speed until he was finally able to catch up towards the ship that was dubbed as the S.S. Alto Clef for a reason that he didn't know. It took him a good 10 minutes before he reached the vessel and grabbed onto a net that was hanging on the side of it and climbing aboard, barely making a sound. Even the "thud" of his boots landing on the deck of the ship were as quiet as a mouse as he watched the young woman talk to the other men about what to do. He smirked as he took the rose of of his hair and looked at it, as it was still perfectly intact, minus the fact that it was soaking wet. He then began wondering how to introduce himself to this strong, and possibly powerful woman.

"Well look at you taking charge? Such a great way to fight the patriarchy, don'tcha think?" He suddenly said to woman as he stood behind her sitting on the edge of the ship continuing to observe the rose.

*Dying*

Haaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

*Death Rattle*


*Lazarus's*

Haaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

*Dies again*


I'm taking your flower. Mine.

[Saldinado]

*Dying*

Haaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

*Death Rattle*


*Lazarus's*

Haaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

*Dies again*


I'm taking your flower. Mine.

....I taken that the rose is something...bad?

[Silverakia]

*Dying*

Haaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

*Death Rattle*


*Lazarus's*

Haaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

*Dies again*


I'm taking your flower. Mine.

....I taken that the rose is something...bad?

I-Ib... go on without me... let Mary take my rose........