The Embalmer wasn't gonna let this creep get away. The human weapon was proving to be surprisingly (somewhat?) effective against this creature, so he's just going to use that for now.
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Rescuer's name: The Embalmer Rescuer's faction: Reaper (Necromancer) (Amityville Academy student) Victim's journal link:yum_pizza Victim's survival stats: David GrantView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER The Embalmer is a tall, burly fellow of few words. He wears a wide-brimmed leather hat, a black trenchcoat with its arms ripped off, fingerless gloves, heavy leather boots, and black pants. He has long, grizzled brown hair and smudged black eyeliner. His Reaper weapon of choice is a steel chair. Wrestling fans may realize he looks familiar. HP: 20/30
Ves rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5Total: 10 (2-12)
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:38 pm
Total damage: 900
Bopha had found a fishing pole among her human's belongings, and seeing the others attacking this thing, she thought maybe she could try and give it a little '******** you' whack at it as well.
Charging at it with the fishing pole in hand, she angrily roars her battle cry: "This is for making me drive a car with my guts!"
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Rescuer's name: San Bopha Rescuer's faction: Ghosts (Foreign exchange student at Amityville Academy) Victim's journal link:gaia_diamond Victim's survival stats: Frederich VossView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER At first, Bopha looks like an ordinary human, save for the soft, pulsating glow at the core of her chest. Bopha is a thin and short Khmer girl wearing a plain white top and a green sampot around her waist. The neckline of her top is stained with blood. She has dark brown skin, jet black hair tied up in a loose ponytail, and brown eyes. A white moonflower is tucked into her hair above her left ear. When she opens her mouth, pointed fangs and a long tongue can be seen. Humans will see her as only a floating head with trailing organs; she is a creature from Cambodian and Thai folklore known as a Krasue or Arp. Her entrails are illuminated by a flickering glow that corresponds with her heartbeat. HP: 25/30
Humans, Sorcha decided, were both rude and also quite useless. She didn't know why her human had a fishing pole, considering they were nowhere near water, but clearly she was unfit to have it and maybe Sorcha just wanted to steal it for herself to make up for how unsatisfying the volunteering business had been. She saw the giant horse and used the fishing pole in her mouth to smack it, giving it 49% of the blame for them being here.
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Character's name: Cerise Mitchell Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Cerise Mitchell (View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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Name: Sorcha Faction: Halloween Suspecies/Division: Demon General appearance: like this HP: 45/50 (using human's stats)
It was huge, but Carlos decided he was going to get it back for trying to attack him. He had left Granny somewhere safer.
"Kitten Brigade!" Carlos himself was just a tiny cat. but now it seemed like there were about 9 tiny cats all attacking for a moment. The other 8 were just blue illusion copies of himself but sooo many tiny kittens everywhere attacking with tiny claws.
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Character's name: Carlos! Gracie "Granny" Smith Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAnd older women with greying dark hair. It was dyed but the roots are clearly greying. She is wearing a batman costume and carrying a shovel. 2d8-6
She hit it again because she really could be back in Halloween right now doing literally anything else.
Cerise just kind of stood behind her, watching a horse smacking a bigger horse with a fishing pole and trying to make it make sense. It wasn't going well.
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Character's name: Cerise Mitchell Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Cerise Mitchell (View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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Name: Sorcha Faction: Halloween Suspecies/Division: Demon General appearance: like this HP: 40/50 (using human's stats)
"And take that," Sorcha said around the fishing pole between her teeth.
"Okay, Mrs. Ed, I think you've had enough," Cerise said, immediately regretting it when Sorcha turned her attention to her. She didn't really want to mess with a fishing pole-wielding talking horse.
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Character's name: Cerise Mitchell Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Cerise Mitchell (View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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Name: Sorcha Faction: Halloween Suspecies/Division: Demon General appearance: like this HP: 35/50 (using human's stats)
"Gotta be kidding me..." Mumbled Pelagion feverishly as he came across... that thing again. He could feel it reaching for him, seeking him, wanting him, and he did not want. He really did not want.
"To Jack with this." he said. If he couldn't flee from it... fine, he'd fight. He picked up his human's fishing rod and lashed at the monster with it - take that, ugly thing!
HP: 40/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2 (Using Shaun's stats)
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
It wasn't his sword, or his illusion magic, but the fishing rod worked well enough... which was good because he didn't want to get anywhere near that thing. It wanted him, he did not want it. He did not want it to drain his FEAR away, he didn't want it to make him nothing, he wanted it to go away, and maybe it would...
Maybe it would.
HP: 40/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2 (Using Shaun's stats)
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Wachaaa - bam! He was doing pretty well with that fishing rod - kind of an odd weapon, but it at least kept his distance... his... distance...
Pelagion started to feel strange, confused, forgetful... It was not something he wanted to feel. So, he decided to book it out of there.
He gave the thing one more lash, picked up his human and fled. It was one thing to fight. It was another thing to fight while something tried to dissolve... no... consume you. Pel was having one of that.
[Exit]
HP: 30/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2 (Using Shaun's stats)
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Raisuke had to admit it: he panicked the moment he glimpsed that thing again. He struck out wildly, concentrating his static briefly in his foot and leaping forward with a kick.
It was a ******** powerful kick, but it ended up hurting him more than it'd hurt anything else. Because he'd been too frightened to actually get close to the thing. Whoops. At least Hera hadn't been around to witness it, though. Or, well, anyone whose opinion he gave a s**t about.
Unless the demonic acronym people were watching, but Raisuke would honestly have expected them to step in. Wasn't he in his first year or something? That meant they had to have mercy on him, right?
Damage done: 0
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Name: Raisuke Ryouma Faction: Student Suspecies/Division: Monster General appearance: anime blue boy with a horn and a tail HP: 26/50 lol (borrowed from monica)
Total Damage Done: 948
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
That was okay. He could try again. He'd found a fishing rod on his human's body, and he'd scoffed at it at first, but it had a longer reach than Raisuke did, at least. He grasped it in his mouth and swung. At least it'd hit, although Raisuke was quick to realize that hitting it hurt him, too. Well - perhaps not inherently, but it had vines and it was much faster than he'd ever anticipated. It seemed like it'd always bite back.
Total Damage Done: 960
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Name: Raisuke Ryouma Faction: Student Suspecies/Division: Monster General appearance: anime blue boy with a horn and a tail HP: 21/50 lol (borrowed from monica)
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
Well, that was okay. He could just, uh, try again, right? At least he could say he'd done something.
He rushed forward with the fishing pole again, still feeling a little awkward with it in his mouth. At least it meant he had an excuse to ignore everyone, though.
Total Damage Done: 964
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Name: Raisuke Ryouma Faction: Student Suspecies/Division: Monster General appearance: anime blue boy with a horn and a tail HP: 21/50 lol (borrowed from monica)
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
