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 Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:33 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME!  "Alright Ali! Drink an' a map! I’ll get it…. And be right back!" Jaren saluted the recovering bandit clumsily before turning around and taking off to complete his mission. And take off he did, the myrmidon was so prepped up over getting Ali the requested items to help with his recovery, that he was practically sprinting for the door. Hurtling over a bandit lying on the floor and crashing through the door, he stumbled into the street. He managed to keep his feet though and turned to the left, heading down the pathway. Headed down and arms were pumping, Jaren ran. He left it to others to veer out of his way. Ali wanted his drink! And the ever eager to please Jaren would get it for him.
Viscen, unfortunately would be turning around just in time to get a face full of Jaren, who as previously mentioned had been running pell mell down the street. The myrmidon registered unmistakable spiky hair as he rammed into the warrior's shoulder. "Uff!" He huffed as Jaren was spun around by the impact, turning around once as he wheeled away from Viscen. He stumbled off course. Luckily, he careened smack dab into something soft and squishy.
Jezebel's cleavage.
Of course, he didn't know what he had hit so his confused mind tried to figure out what his face landed in top priority, which just so happened to be Jezebel’s ample chest. One of his hands reached up beside his head and "accidentally" groped one of her boobs, while the other shot around whatever he had hit and reached at something to support himself. In other words, he wrapped an arm around Jezebel's waist and grabbed her a**.
GROPE COMBO X2
For some odd reason, he felt this to be very familiar, and so he tilted his head without moving it or his arms out of their new comfortable resting places and looked into Jezebel’s face.
“Oh, hi Jezebel. Nice day out, huh?” And since, no Jaren post is complete without him sticking his foot in his mouth. “I see the twins are doing fine?”We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:54 pm
 xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8  xxxxx "Young girls, eh?" Jezebel opened her eyes widely and tilted her head. "Like em' underage? And why not?!" Her voice was getting louder as she continued. "Nothing like taking a little girl and having your way with her!! Doesn't matter if she screams and fights!! Doesn't matter at all!! She's just there to satisfy you, to be your slave, you toy!! Why wouldn't you be into that, after all, EVERYONE ELSE IS, RIGHT?!" She gripped her poleaxe and stepped forward. "STEAL AWAY A GIRL'S INNOCENCE, ROUGH HER UP, NO BIG DEAL?! LIKE HELL IT IS, LIKE HELL!!"
Traumatic childhood memories poured into Jezebel's head. They were memories only Sentrian born girls who weren't fortunate enough to be left alone had. One after another, ugly, flee-ridden men would take their turns. In and out, in and out, until she could go no longer. It lasted for years, until she finally decided to put a stop to it. That was when Jezebel's first trophy was collected.
The berserked woman began to run at the sandy haired boy in rage, her axe raised, but was stopped by somebody else. She held her enraged expression as she glanced down. The shadows on her face made her look even scarier. Veins began to show in her eyes. She didn't move, she just glared at Jaren as he signed his death warrant. Finally, she lowered her axe and stuck it into the ground. Jaren's wrists were then grabbed and removed from her body. Still, Jezebel didn't say a word. But she tightened her grip on the the idiot's wrist and began to turn around, pulling him along. She kept spinning faster until Jaren was literally off the ground and then let go, allowing him to plow into Viscen a few feet away.
Jezebel grabbed her poleaxe and pulled it out of the ground, then charged forward. "YOU GROSS LITTLE PERVERTS!" Once she was close enough, Jezebel swung her poleaxe down, the blade aimed to come down right on Jaren's groin.
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 7:24 am
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME! Jaren unfortunately had no idea what was about to befall him. Although Jezebel was looking down at him and him facing up at her, Jaren could not see her face as it was shaded by her hair. Besides he was very comfortable where he was. He even snuggled in a little closer before Jezebel took him by the hands. Oh my, that is some grip you have there Jezebel. When holding your lover's hands, you should be more gentle. And what's this? She wanted to dance? Jezebel started turning slowly while holding onto Jaren's hands. The myrmidon was in a state of bliss. His legs went weak as a love struck expression blossomed on his face. This resulted in Jaren just kind of being dragged in a circle.
He had told Ali that eventually all girls fell for The Hero of Justice. And here Jaren thought she'd be angry!
"Ummm, Jezzy baby? You're going a little fast now... Uh-oh" Jaren said as he finally saw her face and started getting scared. "J-Jezebel w-w-w-wait!" Now she was going fast enough so that his feet were being lifted off the ground. Jaren looked down at the street beneath him. "Damn you Gravity! How dare you betray me!" He screamed at it.
And since gravity holds no allegiance, not even to The Hero of Justice, Jaren found himself sailing through the air. "HWWWWAAAAAAAAH!" He wailed as he made his short airborne trip.
Thank you for flying AirJaren. We appreciate your continued patronage. As always, every flight comes with a complimentary bag of bouncy balls. For today's entertainment, the Captain has selected an Alvin and the Chipmunks album to be played at alternating speeds of Impossibly fast and Ridiculously slow. Enjoy your flight and know that if an accident should occur, we have absolutely no safety measures.
After the writer finished his unnecessarily long joke that wasn't even very funny and fixed the fourth wall (building the fifth wall behind it to increase stability), Jaren collided with Viscen. Jaren wasn't quite sure what had happened. He was sure he had landed in another woman's lovely bosom. Overjoyed he snuggled against it. Hmmm these boobs seemed strangely firm. Confused, he gave one a test squeeze. Yup, almost like a muscle. Huh? Whose chest was this anyway?
He looked up... OHMYGODITWASVISCEN! Jaren came to the horrible realization that he had just snuggled against man-tits. Viscen's man-tits no less!
He screamed right in Viscen's face. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Then he looked back at the oncoming train Jezebel. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed again as he rolled off of Viscen, hoping Jezebel would go for spiky-head.
No dice. She was coming for him. And she was out for p***s blood. He scampered backwards as the axe came down in between his legs, barely missing everything he held dear. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he squealed again, he continued to scoot back until he was far enough away to get up. He raised his hands to chest level once he was on his feet.
"L-let's all be friends now!" He stuttered. Oh, what was it that Derrin had told him to say in situations like these?"I apologize for the mistake, you have a beautiful body that is only match by your mind. If there is anything I can do to rectify this regrettable situation do not hesitate to let me know.""I'm really sorry about what happened Jezebel. But you're really sexy, you've got a good head on your shoulders and uhhh... something about a rectum."
Huh, it didn't really sound anything like the way Derrin had said it. "Please don't kill me" he added.We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:02 pm
Ѵιscєη
τңɛ мιяαġє Ғαℓcση
۞ -.-. you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ -.-.۞
▀-.-.▀▀-.-▀▀▀-.▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-.▀▀▀-.-▀▀-.-.▀  Viscen got knocked down when Jaren collided with him. His axe was knocked out of his hands. He then proceeded to flip the ******** out as the man felt up his chest. The young warrior kicked up dirt then scrambled to retrieve his swordreaver.
And the Mirage Falcon ran away to go make sure the generic bandits and Mordachean soldiers weren’t doing s**t while most of the important people attemped to kill each other. That and Jezebel was too insane for Viscen to want anything to do with. He cared about his life ... and his genitals.▀-.-.▀▀-.-▀▀▀-.▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-.▀▀▀-.-▀▀-.-.▀
۞ -.-. you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ -.-. ۞
you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ
when you start to †яємЬℓє in the scσяcħιηg ωιηđ ((I don't want to fight any more. Sorry, Vaida and Josh. My Viscen/RP muse is practically dead and I'm tired of making you guys wait. Have fun without me.))
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