The Orphans of Mason (OOC, semi-open)

[Khasinkonia]

.Exactly ten years, at least according to what the OP told me.

Okay. Now from what I've read the Orphanage no longer exists. Is this true?

Well, I read the OP, and I think that's what it says. Hope I could help.

[Danceria]

Name: Seamus
Nickname: "Sleepy"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: This Irishman just got done writing a psychological treatise, and just picked up your girlfriend
Current status: I would assume he would be the bastard of an Irish whore and some bloke, picked up off the streets by the Orphanage. After the Priest died, he was picked up by Dr. William Gordon, a Psychotherapist at the Bethlehem Psychiatric Hospital at St. George's Fields in London. In a twist of irony, the incident occurred roughly a few days before Dr. Gordon would come to officially pick up the young Irishman. Now, as Dr. Gordon wastes away from pneumonia, Seamus puts off going to the University of London in order to go back to the town of his childhood.
Abilities: He has the ability of "Empathetic Hypnosis", which means (with a few key nonsense phrases), he can tap into the mind of the person. This can usually range from forgetting something, getting a "hankering"/desire to do something (like if you've remembered that you forgot something, or that you have to do something, but can't quite explain it), to blotting out a person's presence (IE, a person can be standing in front of someone, but their mind will not register it), causing them to fall asleep, or divulge their dreams.
Skills: "Well, aside me havin' a bit o' the Irish luck an' charm, Oi can hold me own in most fights with any bloke. Thanks to Dr. Gordon, bless his soul, Oi got learned in all sorts of things; readin' writin', 'rithmatic...Oi was thinkin' of goin' to a university, put me skills to work in psychology as he did...but somethin' drew me back here...somethin's drawing me back..."
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: "I've told this story a hundred times already, an' ya still want to 'ear it? All right..."
"When the good Father Hamson got shanked, I was 'round 8, all curled up in me little bed, dreamin' about me new da', Dr. Gordon, who would be comin' in a few days time. I could hardly sleep, I was so excited. But it happened. The screams came first, I knew what they were, who they were. So I snuck down over to where the screams came from, and I was no idiot...I came armed. Albeit, it was the leg of a chair, but better than nothin'. I heard footsteps as Maxim rushed past me-who's Maxim? Just you wait an' I'll tell ya! ...Anyway, Maxim, a pal o' mine, dashed his impulsive arse faster than th' devil with his tail chopped off down into the sanctuary, and I followed after him. What we found...God...What we found. Johnny, me mate since we was both four...gashed up and bloody on the floor...I couldn't move from my spot, I remained hidden...but Maxim...Maxim just went like a wild animal. Hamson didn't stand a chance. While the two fought, I felt...I felt a sensation, like...like a cross between swimmin' in a river and a breeze brush me face...and I followed it...in a blind manner I followed it... until I was miles away from Mason."
"Next thing I knew, I was babblin' and bawlin' in the arms of Dr. Gordon in his carriage. He investigated for a day at Mason before I was whisked away to London, where I've been ever since."
"Overall, my life is pretty good, got a slew of gals waitin' for me ta' answer 'em, and I'm about to go to London University...but recently, I've been gettin' nightmares. Nightmares that should've died a long time ago. So that's why I'm here."
Did you read the rules?: I am weary of the axe, OP.
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis (no)
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

[Khasinkonia]

Now that we have representatives from all the main Celts in the game, the game of accents begins.

[WaRtArIa]

Now that we have representatives from all the main Celts in the game, the game of accents begins.

Alas, our faint little Dutch accents are unable to compete.

[Max Empire]

I regret gathering so many pictures for my app... XD

[Khasinkonia]

Now that we have representatives from all the main Celts in the game, the game of accents begins.

Alas, our faint little Dutch accents are unable to compete.

One of my character's adopted parents is of Dutch descent!

[WaRtArIa]

I regret gathering so many pictures for my app... XD

As long as you spoiler them, I'm fine with that. I once remembered a guy who added twenty pictures to his app, unspoilered.

Alas, our faint little Dutch accents are unable to compete.

One of my character's adopted parents is of Dutch descent!

What a niesh coinkidink.

[Max Empire]

I regret gathering so many pictures for my app... XD

As long as you spoiler them, I'm fine with that. I once remembered a guy who added twenty pictures to his app, unspoilered.

Why the hell wouldn't I spoiler them? What am I? Retarded?

[WaRtArIa]

As long as you spoiler them, I'm fine with that. I once remembered a guy who added twenty pictures to his app, unspoilered.

Why the hell wouldn't I spoiler them? What am I? Retarded?

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

[Khasinkonia]

Why the hell wouldn't I spoiler them? What am I? Retarded?

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

I assume everyone has average intelligence. Because that's what average freakin' means.

[Max Empire]

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

I assume everyone has average intelligence. Because that's what average freakin' means.

If the average is really low (like IQ number for example) than the average could very well be stupid.

Why the hell wouldn't I spoiler them? What am I? Retarded?

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

I don't think I would have survived so many posts if I were...

And I have 50+ images. I'd die if I didn't spoiler them.

[Khasinkonia]

I assume everyone has average intelligence. Because that's what average freakin' means.

If the average is really low (like IQ number for example) than the average could very well be stupid.

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

I don't think I would have survived so many posts if I were...

And I have 50+ images. I'd die if I didn't spoiler them.

Thus average technically only means the average. I'm not disputing that there are many, many stupid people in the world. I'm just being a smartass.

[WaRtArIa]

If the average is really low (like IQ number for example) than the average could very well be stupid.


I don't think I would have survived so many posts if I were...

And I have 50+ images. I'd die if I didn't spoiler them.

Thus average technically only means the average. I'm not disputing that there are many, many stupid people in the world. I'm just being a smartass.

Rule of the Road 1A: Average is based upon YOUR average display of intelligence.

[Charlia]

The guy plays piano, so I wholeheartedly approve. But saxophone playing is where it's at.

I corrected that for you.

The piano is one of the most versatile instruments there is. I don't think anything can compare to it.

Why the hell wouldn't I spoiler them? What am I? Retarded?

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

That's actually a great way to make everyone hate you. Me, I just assume that people have average intelligence unless and until they prove otherwise.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

I corrected that for you.

The piano is one of the most versatile instruments there is. I don't think anything can compare to it.

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

That's actually a great way to make everyone hate you. Me, I just assume that people have average intelligence unless and until they prove otherwise.

Versatile?

Please, tell me, how versatile is an instrument that requires ten people and a crane to move?

[Max Empire]

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

That's actually a great way to make everyone hate you. Me, I just assume that people have average intelligence unless and until they prove otherwise.

Yeah... I felt like I was being accused of being less-than-average... That didn't feel good at all.

And I can assure you, I may some mental... "quirks" (Xd ;p), but I consider to be part of the... Intellectual class of society.

[Khasinkonia]

That's actually a great way to make everyone hate you. Me, I just assume that people have average intelligence unless and until they prove otherwise.

Yeah... I felt like I was being accused of being less-than-average... That didn't feel good at all.

And I can assure you, I may some mental... "quirks" (Xd ;p), but I consider to be part of the... Intellectual class of society.

Oh, you're not the only one. Half of people wouldn't have a clue what's going on in my head if they could read my mind, and the other half, well, they probably would be pretty confused too.

[Danceria]

Name: Seamus
Nickname: "Sleepy"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: This Irishman just got done writing a psychological treatise, and just picked up your girlfriend
Current status: I would assume he would be the bastard of an Irish whore and some bloke, picked up off the streets by the Orphanage. After the Priest died, he was picked up by Dr. William Gordon, a Psychotherapist at the Bethlehem Psychiatric Hospital at St. George's Fields in London. In a twist of irony, the incident occurred roughly a few days before Dr. Gordon would come to officially pick up the young Irishman. Now, as Dr. Gordon wastes away from pneumonia, Seamus puts off going to the University of London in order to go back to the town of his childhood.
Abilities: He has the ability of "Empathetic Hypnosis", which means (with a few key nonsense phrases), he can tap into the mind of the person. This can usually range from forgetting something, getting a "hankering"/desire to do something (like if you've remembered that you forgot something, or that you have to do something, but can't quite explain it), to blotting out a person's presence (IE, a person can be standing in front of someone, but their mind will not register it), causing them to fall asleep, or divulge their dreams.
Skills: "Well, aside me havin' a bit o' the Irish luck an' charm, Oi can hold me own in most fights with any bloke. Thanks to Dr. Gordon, bless his soul, Oi got learned in all sorts of things; readin' writin', 'rithmatic...Oi was thinkin' of goin' to a university, put me skills to work in psychology as he did...but somethin' drew me back here...somethin's drawing me back..."
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: "I've told this story a hundred times already, an' ya still want to 'ear it? All right..."
"When the good Father Hamson got shanked, I was 'round 8, all curled up in me little bed, dreamin' about me new da', Dr. Gordon, who would be comin' in a few days time. I could hardly sleep, I was so excited. But it happened. The screams came first, I knew what they were, who they were. So I snuck down over to where the screams came from, and I was no idiot...I came armed. Albeit, it was the leg of a chair, but better than nothin'. I heard footsteps as Maxim rushed past me-who's Maxim? Just you wait an' I'll tell ya! ...Anyway, Maxim, a pal o' mine, dashed his impulsive arse faster than th' devil with his tail chopped off down into the sanctuary, and I followed after him. What we found...God...What we found. Johnny, me mate since we was both four...gashed up and bloody on the floor...I couldn't move from my spot, I remained hidden...but Maxim...Maxim just went like a wild animal. Hamson didn't stand a chance. While the two fought, I felt...I felt a sensation, like...like a cross between swimmin' in a river and a breeze brush me face...and I followed it...in a blind manner I followed it... until I was miles away from Mason."
"Next thing I knew, I was babblin' and bawlin' in the arms of Dr. Gordon in his carriage. He investigated for a day at Mason before I was whisked away to London, where I've been ever since."
"Overall, my life is pretty good, got a slew of gals waitin' for me ta' answer 'em, and I'm about to go to London University...but recently, I've been gettin' nightmares. Nightmares that should've died a long time ago. So that's why I'm here."
Did you read the rules?: I am weary of the axe, OP.
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis (no)
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

*Cough*

[Max Empire]

Yeah... I felt like I was being accused of being less-than-average... That didn't feel good at all.

And I can assure you, I may some mental... "quirks" (Xd ;p), but I consider to be part of the... Intellectual class of society.

Oh, you're not the only one. Half of people wouldn't have a clue what's going on in my head if they could read my mind, and the other half, well, they probably would be pretty confused too.

Yeah... I think everybody knows what goes on in my mind when I'm not studying... XD ;-;

[WaRtArIa]

I corrected that for you.

The piano is one of the most versatile instruments there is. I don't think anything can compare to it.

For all I know, you could be.

Rule of the Road: Assume everyone has less-than-average intelligence.

That's actually a great way to make everyone hate you. Me, I just assume that people have average intelligence unless and until they prove otherwise.

If everyone hates me, I don't really care.

[Danceria]

Name: Seamus
Nickname: "Sleepy"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: This Irishman just got done writing a psychological treatise, and just picked up your girlfriend
Current status: I would assume he would be the bastard of an Irish whore and some bloke, picked up off the streets by the Orphanage. After the Priest died, he was picked up by Dr. William Gordon, a Psychotherapist at the Bethlehem Psychiatric Hospital at St. George's Fields in London. In a twist of irony, the incident occurred roughly a few days before Dr. Gordon would come to officially pick up the young Irishman. Now, as Dr. Gordon wastes away from pneumonia, Seamus puts off going to the University of London in order to go back to the town of his childhood.
Abilities: He has the ability of "Empathetic Hypnosis", which means (with a few key nonsense phrases), he can tap into the mind of the person. This can usually range from forgetting something, getting a "hankering"/desire to do something (like if you've remembered that you forgot something, or that you have to do something, but can't quite explain it), to blotting out a person's presence (IE, a person can be standing in front of someone, but their mind will not register it), causing them to fall asleep, or divulge their dreams.
Skills: "Well, aside me havin' a bit o' the Irish luck an' charm, Oi can hold me own in most fights with any bloke. Thanks to Dr. Gordon, bless his soul, Oi got learned in all sorts of things; readin' writin', 'rithmatic...Oi was thinkin' of goin' to a university, put me skills to work in psychology as he did...but somethin' drew me back here...somethin's drawing me back..."
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: "I've told this story a hundred times already, an' ya still want to 'ear it? All right..."
"When the good Father Hamson got shanked, I was 'round 8, all curled up in me little bed, dreamin' about me new da', Dr. Gordon, who would be comin' in a few days time. I could hardly sleep, I was so excited. But it happened. The screams came first, I knew what they were, who they were. So I snuck down over to where the screams came from, and I was no idiot...I came armed. Albeit, it was the leg of a chair, but better than nothin'. I heard footsteps as Maxim rushed past me-who's Maxim? Just you wait an' I'll tell ya! ...Anyway, Maxim, a pal o' mine, dashed his impulsive arse faster than th' devil with his tail chopped off down into the sanctuary, and I followed after him. What we found...God...What we found. Johnny, me mate since we was both four...gashed up and bloody on the floor...I couldn't move from my spot, I remained hidden...but Maxim...Maxim just went like a wild animal. Hamson didn't stand a chance. While the two fought, I felt...I felt a sensation, like...like a cross between swimmin' in a river and a breeze brush me face...and I followed it...in a blind manner I followed it... until I was miles away from Mason."
"Next thing I knew, I was babblin' and bawlin' in the arms of Dr. Gordon in his carriage. He investigated for a day at Mason before I was whisked away to London, where I've been ever since."
"Overall, my life is pretty good, got a slew of gals waitin' for me ta' answer 'em, and I'm about to go to London University...but recently, I've been gettin' nightmares. Nightmares that should've died a long time ago. So that's why I'm here."
Did you read the rules?: I am weary of the axe, OP.
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis (no)
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

*Cough*

*Flails*

[The Flutterlands]

Done and finished.

Name: Filia Umbrarum
Nickname: Nyx
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Appearance:

(Image)

Current status: Living on the streets of Mason as an orphan. She once spent her life living at the Orphanage all her life, but has been on her own since it's destruction. She suffers from schiziophrenia and kleptomania which makes the young girl quite troublesome.
Abilities: Darkness Manipulation: Filia Umbrarum can create shadows and manipulate them to her will. Able to create physical constructs out of them. These constructs can be very sharp and malleable but are also brittle and can be shattered by the force of a bullet or other heavy weapon. She can blend into shadows at will and can also heal wounds and injuries in shadows and dark places. Filia Umbrarum can also enter shadow patches and exit other nearby shadow patches, as well as can turn into a literal shadow, allowing perfect stealth and speed for a quick get away.
Skills: Enhanced Thievery: Filia Umbrarum is a kleptomaniac and an extremely elusive thief. She is able to blend in with the shadows, slip into tight spaces, avoid detection from guards, and escape without leaving behind any evidence.
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: Three year old Filia Umbrarum was sleeping cozy in bed in her room. She was dreaming of playing with her friends in the sun and under the moon without a care in the world. Filia had a lot of friends. Many of them were like brothers and sisters to her and she loved them very much. The young girl snored gently and hugged her teddy bear with a cute squeaky yawn.

Suddenly, Filia was a awoken by a terrible and terrifying shriek followed by a sickening crunch. She squeaked in terror as she sat right up looking around with horrified eyes. Upon hearing the sounds of omnious footsteps, the young toddler laid back down, burying herself under the blankets and covers. The shriek sounded like it came from the priest. But he was such a nice old man; like a grandpa to her. Could a big scary monster that lives under bed and in the closet have gotten him?

The footsteps got louder and louder and closer to her bedroom. Filia shivered in fear while trying to remain absolutely still, hugging her teddy bear tightly. She hoped not to end up as the monster's next meal continued to avoid making a move. However, suddenly, the door creaked open and Filia began to shake and whimper as footsteps got closer and closer to her bed.

The next instant, Filia screamed in fright upon feeling a hand land upon her blanket covered body. Still screaming, Filia was then hushed by a familiar voice. The little girl looked to see the kindly face of Aunt Minnie, the nun who found her as an infant at the orphanage's doorstep on a cold Christmas night.

Filia blinked as Minnie beckoned and ushered her towards her window, telling her to escape. "Run little one!" she cried urgently, "Run away and don't come back till it's safe."

Filia nodded without question. She hugged Minnie tightly and grabbed her teddy bear. The young girl gave the kindly nun a tearful look before melting into shadows. Filia materialized outside the Orphanage a began running away from the orphanage, running away without looking back.

Filia would eventually return to the Orphanage a couple days later, only to find it no longer her home. Now for the next ten years the young girl roams the village of Mason. The dark alleyways were now her home with only her own clothes and the bonfire to keep her warm. Filia has become a notorious thief in the process stealing for both survival and sport, stealing food and trinkets of the most valuable to the most worthless. Due to the way she acts, many have come to believe that she has become insane, going into crazed nonsensical ramblings, suffering from delusions, having great hallucinations and violent outbursts.
Did you read the rules?: "I am weary of the axe."
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

[Charlia]

Done and finished.

Name: Filia Umbrarum
Nickname: Nyx
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Appearance:

(Image)

Current status: Living on the streets of Mason as an orphan. She once spent her life living at the Orphanage all her life, but has been on her own since it's destruction. She suffers from schiziophrenia and kleptomania which makes the young girl quite troublesome.
Abilities: Darkness Manipulation: Filia Umbrarum can create shadows and manipulate them to her will. Able to create physical constructs out of them. These constructs can be very sharp and malleable but are also brittle and can be shattered by the force of a bullet or other heavy weapon. She can blend into shadows at will and can also heal wounds and injuries in shadows and dark places. Filia Umbrarum can also enter shadow patches and exit other nearby shadow patches, as well as can turn into a literal shadow, allowing perfect stealth and speed for a quick get away.
Skills: Enhanced Thievery: Filia Umbrarum is a kleptomaniac and an extremely elusive thief. She is able to blend in with the shadows, slip into tight spaces, avoid detection from guards, and escape without leaving behind any evidence.
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: Three year old Filia Umbrarum was sleeping cozy in bed in her room. She was dreaming of playing with her friends in the sun and under the moon without a care in the world. Filia had a lot of friends. Many of them were like brothers and sisters to her and she loved them very much. The young girl snored gently and hugged her teddy bear with a cute squeaky yawn.

Suddenly, Filia was a awoken by a terrible and terrifying shriek followed by a sickening crunch. She squeaked in terror as she sat right up looking around with horrified eyes. Upon hearing the sounds of omnious footsteps, the young toddler laid back down, burying herself under the blankets and covers. The shriek sounded like it came from the priest. But he was such a nice old man; like a grandpa to her. Could a big scary monster that lives under bed and in the closet have gotten him?

The footsteps got louder and louder and closer to her bedroom. Filia shivered in fear while trying to remain absolutely still, hugging her teddy bear tightly. She hoped not to end up as the monster's next meal continued to avoid making a move. However, suddenly, the door creaked open and Filia began to shake and whimper as footsteps got closer and closer to her bed.

The next instant, Filia screamed in fright upon feeling a hand land upon her blanket covered body. Still screaming, Filia was then hushed by a familiar voice. The little girl looked to see the kindly face of Aunt Minnie, the nun who found her as an infant at the orphanage's doorstep on a cold Christmas night.

Filia blinked as Minnie beckoned and ushered her towards her window, telling her to escape. "Run little one!" she cried urgently, "Run away and don't come back till it's safe."

Filia nodded without question. She hugged Minnie tightly and grabbed her teddy bear. The young girl gave the kindly nun a tearful look before melting into shadows. Filia materialized outside the Orphanage a began running away from the orphanage, running away without looking back.

Filia would eventually return to the Orphanage a couple days later, only to find it no longer her home. Now for the next ten years the young girl roams the village of Mason. The dark alleyways were now her home with only her own clothes and the bonfire to keep her warm. Filia has become a notorious thief in the process stealing for both survival and sport, stealing food and trinkets of the most valuable to the most worthless. Due to the way she acts, many have come to believe that she has become insane, going into crazed nonsensical ramblings, suffering from delusions, having great hallucinations and violent outbursts.
Did you read the rules?: "I am weary of the axe."
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

Um, if she was three at the time, she'd be thirteen. Not ten.

Also, I'm not claiming any authority here, but she seems kind of overpowered compared to most of the other characters.

[Khasinkonia]

Done and finished.

Name: Filia Umbrarum
Nickname: Nyx
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Appearance:

(Image)

Current status: Living on the streets of Mason as an orphan. She once spent her life living at the Orphanage all her life, but has been on her own since it's destruction. She suffers from schiziophrenia and kleptomania which makes the young girl quite troublesome.
Abilities: Darkness Manipulation: Filia Umbrarum can create shadows and manipulate them to her will. Able to create physical constructs out of them. These constructs can be very sharp and malleable but are also brittle and can be shattered by the force of a bullet or other heavy weapon. She can blend into shadows at will and can also heal wounds and injuries in shadows and dark places. Filia Umbrarum can also enter shadow patches and exit other nearby shadow patches, as well as can turn into a literal shadow, allowing perfect stealth and speed for a quick get away.
Skills: Enhanced Thievery: Filia Umbrarum is a kleptomaniac and an extremely elusive thief. She is able to blend in with the shadows, slip into tight spaces, avoid detection from guards, and escape without leaving behind any evidence.
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: Three year old Filia Umbrarum was sleeping cozy in bed in her room. She was dreaming of playing with her friends in the sun and under the moon without a care in the world. Filia had a lot of friends. Many of them were like brothers and sisters to her and she loved them very much. The young girl snored gently and hugged her teddy bear with a cute squeaky yawn.

Suddenly, Filia was a awoken by a terrible and terrifying shriek followed by a sickening crunch. She squeaked in terror as she sat right up looking around with horrified eyes. Upon hearing the sounds of omnious footsteps, the young toddler laid back down, burying herself under the blankets and covers. The shriek sounded like it came from the priest. But he was such a nice old man; like a grandpa to her. Could a big scary monster that lives under bed and in the closet have gotten him?

The footsteps got louder and louder and closer to her bedroom. Filia shivered in fear while trying to remain absolutely still, hugging her teddy bear tightly. She hoped not to end up as the monster's next meal continued to avoid making a move. However, suddenly, the door creaked open and Filia began to shake and whimper as footsteps got closer and closer to her bed.

The next instant, Filia screamed in fright upon feeling a hand land upon her blanket covered body. Still screaming, Filia was then hushed by a familiar voice. The little girl looked to see the kindly face of Aunt Minnie, the nun who found her as an infant at the orphanage's doorstep on a cold Christmas night.

Filia blinked as Minnie beckoned and ushered her towards her window, telling her to escape. "Run little one!" she cried urgently, "Run away and don't come back till it's safe."

Filia nodded without question. She hugged Minnie tightly and grabbed her teddy bear. The young girl gave the kindly nun a tearful look before melting into shadows. Filia materialized outside the Orphanage a began running away from the orphanage, running away without looking back.

Filia would eventually return to the Orphanage a couple days later, only to find it no longer her home. Now for the next ten years the young girl roams the village of Mason. The dark alleyways were now her home with only her own clothes and the bonfire to keep her warm. Filia has become a notorious thief in the process stealing for both survival and sport, stealing food and trinkets of the most valuable to the most worthless. Due to the way she acts, many have come to believe that she has become insane, going into crazed nonsensical ramblings, suffering from delusions, having great hallucinations and violent outbursts.
Did you read the rules?: "I am weary of the axe."
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

Just as a note, the fight occurred 10 years ago, making Filia decidedly not 3. Take what I said with a grain of salt, though. I am not in any position of authority in any way, shape, or form.
Edit: Well, looks like Charlia got to you first.

[Charlia]

looks like Charlia got to you first.

Nice word choice. Then again, with me, I suppose it's not too inaccurate.