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Nickname: Reggie or Knives

Time Zone: PST
Posting Frequency: As often as I can?

Female or Male: Both. I'm pretty good at playing both.

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Papillion smirked at the young man's comment. It was true she was staying out of his basic sight, mostly for the fact she didn't want to scare him. However now that she could see he him a bit better she noted he and his friend needed real help. Grabbing her basket from where she had set it next to her feet she walked up to him now easily in sight. Standing at almost six foot seven he actually probably saw her coming from a bit of a distance away. It was easy to say she stuck out on the open beach.

"Forgive my caution. But I'm sure ye can understand." Papillion walked over to him but stayed a good five feet away. "Seeing as ye both be soaking wet I could say you could be using my help." She kneeled taking off the large broad sword and sticking it in the sand. Opening her basket there were many herbs and plants of all kinds as well as a few small bags. "I wont ask what happened, by the looks of it ye both have had a hard time. First things though them wet clothes 'll do you no good."

Papillion pulled out a small dried flower and held it out to the young man. She didn't much seem to care if he wanted her help. And if she noticed anything strange about the two of them she didn't speak up about it. Her odd accent wasn't common but it made it no harder to understand her then anyone else. "This will help to keep a fever from coming. Shall I make a fire out here or are you fit to walk?"

Nickname: Tribe or Panic

Time Zone: CMT
Posting Frequency: How fast can you respond?

Female or Male: Both

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The old veteran was drowning his sorrows in Alcohol again as Tristan walked into the bar. A bunch of military dogs lounged about partying to their return. He didn't understand how these guys were a pride of anyone. With the Toxic Skull Gang back in town, you'd think they would feel a little unrest. The only unrest was a wandering hand suddenly squeezing Tristan's backside. "Oiy! Dun 'a look escort to ye?" His thick Scottish accent ringing with violence. "Ye ned." He shoved the man to the side and scoffed.

Axel was looking at him as he approached the bar. Tristan snarled. "Wit? 'a dunna ask fer your shackles. Problem?" He sat down and glared at the bar tender who brought another bottle of whiskey and set a glass down. Leaving that bottle on the bar as well. Tristan took a swig from the bottle before pouring himself a glass and muttering under his breath.

"Boke." He grimaced at the dirty whiskey and shoved the glass away. "Hawl ye downin' this pish?" He questioned and glared at the cyborg who was halfway through his bottle. "Gies a better brew!" He called out and the bartender laughed to himself. Bringing back a different bottle and pouring it for Tristan. He took a swig and crinkled his nose. "Howfin! Tha's jaggy!" He grinned and took another drink. The bartender smiled and left them to talk.

Tristan set his glass down and put a picture on the table. "This wean ken maw. Geein' it laldy in da pack. A mank hee's. Didna ken a howfin numpty." A man near the two looked at Tristan like he was speaking nonsense. He started at the two men and shook his head. "Speak english you nitwit..." It was a mumbled but it made Tristan glare at the man. "Weesh. Wench yer brew 'an gabbing 'an na in da rig to heider ye." When he just got a confused look he growled and showed a sharp set of canine's. "HEIDER! 'A HEIDER YER NOG INTA DA BROWNIN'! Na mudder aff!" He shouted and the man moved down the bar.

Nickname: Trash
Time Zone:GST
Posting Frequency: At least two
to three times a week, multiple times a day.
Female or Male: Yes

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Distance between loved ones was a dreadful thing, but distance
between enemies was worse. Hunting down your enemy fueled your hate
and loathing ever more. It burned inside you and drove you to madness.
Eventually it made you lose your humanity. If that wasn't bad enough,
dying with that hatred and distance only made it worse.

The gaping hole caused by Javatma;s blade pulsed in Uraha's chest.
Their heart obliterated by the force. The knight of justice was
staring down at his fallen foe with something like remorse. However it
didn't take long for that to turn to disgust and confusion. The hole
pulsed with a strange light and suddenly Uraha was standing again.

Their fingers going through his chest and gripping his heart. Pure
white eyes shone with power. Hatred was a hard thing to kill, unlike a
human heart. The paladin's heart beat in their hand and drew a smile
across their face. They were filled with a new passionate joy as they
let him draw his last breath before crushing the fragile organ. It
took a few seconds for the knight to die. A merciful death from the
newly arisen demon.