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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:24 am
Amiele Galdings
She smiled at her kings words.
"Nope..that pretty much covers all of it.
Are you ready to go?" she asked, leaning on her walking stick..ready to get this mission started.
Spells Used/Learned:
~Current Magic~
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:28 am
((Quick waiting for his post and just go! *Kick both of them out the format*)))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 4:04 am
 Strength:7 XDraco Viraga XSpeed:3
King of Kranila and
former captain of the guard
Draco nodded, lifting up his staff a few inches off the floor to leave. "Yep. Let's make our way over there." He then walked out of the hospital, and made his way towards clearwing lake.
 DraconianEnergy: 3337.5
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 4:51 pm
Amiele Galdings
"Right.."
She said, giving her goodbys to Kora and everyone else..following in her Kings wake.
Spells Used/Learned: ~ Current Magic~ 1350OCC:
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:41 pm
██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████DREADNOUGHTXXGUNSLINGER XXXs я ι иxx㊋xxα z ι σXXX↷ I N S A N I T YxxI SxxAxxC U R S ExxO RxxAxxG I F Txx█ █ ⇓XXXX lightxxDARKxx↘↘xxEVILxxgoodXXXX
✪✪XIxxd o n' txxk n o wxxw h a txxt oxxb e l i e v exxa n y m o r e . . .xxanymore...xxanymore...  XXX± : M A S T E R : ± : R O U G ExxG U N S L I N G E R : ± : 2 5 5 0 ll 2 5 5 0 : ±` ▶▶X653 more chances to s p i l l your b l o o d ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ The ground shook slightly from inside the medical center only for a brief moment until the front doors were pushed open. A dreadnought with blood dripping from his arms held a woman with a dying look across her face. Doctors and nurses would soon rush towards them pulling up a bed up for the dreadnought to lay her on. Srin laid the woman gently on the bed with his right claw gently brushing the hair out of her face. This act unwilling spreading a bit of blood across her forehead, and before he could try to clean her the staff started to crowd him trying to keep her away from the woman. The other doctors and nurses would soon start to move her back to get her set up with the clerics and the some of the other staff. Srin would watch as the doors closed behind her and would soon glance down at the staff trying to move him. Raising his claws up to move them he just noticed the blood covering the lower halves of his arms. The venom orbs looked over it all seeing some of the medical center guards with weapons drawn screaming at him to leave. Srin would push his claws against the two of the staff launching them off of him before shoving the another right after.
The staff rolled across the floor with stains of crimson across their clothes as the guards moved towards him. Swords raised they started moving towards him swinging their blades towards him, with him only stepping back dodging the strikes slowly. Dreadnoughts, they were never welcomed with open arms. Always feared, hated to whom ever laid eyes on them. The small dance would keep going on until Srin would feel his back touching the doors against his carapace. The right guard would raise his blade swinging it down towards him trying to strike home. The right carapace gauntlet would move up towards the blade catching it for a moment before snapping the metal off the hilt. Tossing the metal towards the ground the other guard's weapon had striked his shoulder just making a clanging noise as they two contacted. The venom eyes lit up into flames as the weapon had only annoyed the man, bring his left arm across his chest Srin swung his arm against the guard launching him off his feet and straight into the wall near by. The guard with the broken sword would back up slowly trying to stay some what threatening as he held his ground. Well all he got for his bravery was a broken nose, as the harden fist of Srin slammed straight into his face, launching him back across the ground. Srin had enough of this bullshit in Kusana
Not So Tragic ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ strength ◤8◢xxxxspeed ◤10◢ ██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████ Layout Ⓒ iZann
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 4:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 10:57 am
Zevran
The One Shot Saint • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Reaper
• Class: Gunslinger
• currently equipped: Black trenchcoat, red vest, black dress shirt w/ red tie, black jeans and black combat boots w/ red laces.
• feeling: calm
• Condition: Normal
 The Revered
The Kind hearted
The Guardian Zevran approached the center of medicine, not really sure why he had gone there in the first place. Of course, a common civilian had told him a dreadnaught had recently entered the building, but it could have been any dreadnaught. Still, Zev was searching for the gunslinger, and he had no other leads so he decided that this would probably be the best place to start at least. As he entered the double doors, his golden colored irises were met with a grand sight. A large demon in some thick type of armor like shell was being attacked by a couple of guards. Reading his life force with his unique reaper sight, Zevran could pick up the life force signatures of Srin. But why are the guards attacking him? I seem to always meet this man in the most awkward of situations. Zevran thought to himself as he walked in behind them all. "What's going on here?" He asked loudly over the din of the little fight. He fingered one of the .45 caliber pistols inside of his ebony black trenchcoat jacket nervously, ready to draw the weapon if need be. He wasn't going to kill anybody of course, the reaper never wanted to shed blood unless he had to. But he didn't know what was going on, and he damn well wanted to find out. It didn't make sense for the guards to attack Srin. After all, wasn't he a denizen of Kusana anyways? Everything was backwards at the moment. • Strength: 6
• Speed: 9 (11 dodging)
• Energy: 550/550 "Just a fair warning, I don't miss." (Zevran's gauntlet) 
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 4:46 pm
██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████DREADNOUGHTXXGUNSLINGER XXXs я ι иxx㊋xxα z ι σXXX↷ I N S A N I T YxxI SxxAxxC U R S ExxO RxxAxxG I F Txx█ █ ⇓XXXX lightxxDARKxx↘↘xxEVILxxgoodXXXX
✪✪XIxxd o n' txxk n o wxxw h a txxt oxxb e l i e v exxa n y m o r e . . .xxanymore...xxanymore... XXX± : M A S T E R : ± : R O U G ExxG U N S L I N G E R : ± : 2 5 5 0 ll 2 5 5 0 : ±` ▶▶X653 more chances to s p i l l your b l o o d ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ The guards would soon scurry back towards the hallway as some of the staff told them all to back off. Alex must have finally told them she had been helped by him and not attacked. Srin's venom irises glared towards the men as he started to hear a familar voice in the room. The black dreadnought slowly glanced back behind him to see the reaper boy behind him with a pistol ready to be drawn from his holster. Raising his right claw up faintly Srin would wave off the gunslinger behind him and sigh. "A misunderstanding..." he said softly starting to show the blood of the angel on his hands. He had hoped the reaper was so naive that he thought that Dreadnoughts were not seen like the monsters they all were.Turning towards him with a soften look in his venom pools the dreadnought had started to speak up a bit louder. "A student of mine had some trouble on a mission. She did her best and she toke many of the beasts down... Sadly she had almost fallen to their sheer numbers." his voice started to become quiet.
Not So Tragic ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ strength ◤8◢xxxxspeed ◤10◢ ██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████ Layout Ⓒ iZann
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 5:02 pm
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Any minor inflictions were healed with her own regeneration, only her clothing looked tattered and torn. Bare feet met the floor, with the jacket in hand, she moved from the bed and room altogether. What other reason did she have to stay here? Rest was not required, and any bodily damage was repaired. With grace, even in her muddy state, she still carried an air of nobility. The nurses and receptionist said nothing as Alex walked right past them, a woman raised a hand and it was quickly lowered with a golden stare. A palm pushed open one of the double doors, curves eased into lacquered steel before the angel would appear.
Blood and debris lay scattered about, but she paid no mind in silent strides. Pink petals were as they normally were, a pressed line, her senses clearly regained. She said nothing, merely stood beside the dreadnought and watched the other man.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 5:18 pm
Zevran
The One Shot Saint • Rank:Novice
• bloodline: Reaper
• Class: Gunslinger
• currently equipped: Black trenchcoat, red vest, black dress shirt w/ red tie, black jeans and black combat boots w/ red laces.
• feeling: calm
• Condition: Normal
The Revered
The Kind hearted
The Guardian As the guards were told to back off, Zevran sighed, relaxing quite a bit as the thick tension in the air began to dissipate quite quickly. The boy's luminous golden eyes turned to a violet purple color in tone, a sign that Zevran was worried, as the Reaper mentioned his student. "She is injured? Is she going to be alright?" He asked immediately, his gauntleted hand withdrawing from his jacket empty handed as he realized he was still stroking his weapon slightly. Not out of fear, but out of habit. The Reaper enjoyed the feel of his guns, and having one in his hand comforted him. I hope she makes it. He thought to himself, before he noticed all the blood on the Reaper's arms... if all of that blood was indeed the student the Reaper had mentioned, she must be in a very critical condition indeed. Then, as if in answer to Zevran's silent thoughts, the platinum blonde haired nephillim would walk through the double doors with an ethereal grace, still slightly muddied but walking with a remarkable air of dignity and nobility even so. As She stood besides the dreadnaught, Zevran would let out a small smile. "Good to see you've recovered from... whatever ordeal you went through." He said in a polite tone before turning his gaze, now back to it's normal golden glow back to Srin. "To be honest, I didn't exactly stop by to say hi." He began politely but in a forward manner, as the Reaper was never one to beat around the bush, regardless of the circumstance. "I come to you with the same question I originally came to you with. I'd like to be one of your students, apprentices, whatever you wish to call it." He said, His request hung in the air for a moment as he awaited the Reaper's reply. • Strength: 6
• Speed: 9 (11 dodging)
• Energy: 550 "Just a fair warning, I don't miss." (Zevran's gauntlet)
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:42 am
██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████DREADNOUGHTXXGUNSLINGER XXXs я ι иxx㊋xxα z ι σXXX↷ I N S A N I T YxxI SxxAxxC U R S ExxO RxxAxxG I F Txx█ █ ⇓XXXX lightxxDARKxx↘↘xxEVILxxgoodXXXX
✪✪XIxxd o n' txxk n o wxxw h a txxt oxxb e l i e v exxa n y m o r e . . .xxanymore...xxanymore... XXX± : M A S T E R : ± : R O U G ExxG U N S L I N G E R : ± : 2 5 5 0 ll 2 5 5 0 : ±` ▶▶X653 more chances to s p i l l your b l o o d ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Srin did not say much as he listened to the Reaper as he started to wonder if the angel was alright. His concern was noted but honestly he never liked the reapers that got all ******** crazy about how people got hurt and the endangerment of life. Well once you have died twice and you kind of hate most people around you, yeah you learn that people like this are ******** idiots. Glancing back as he heard the doors Srin noticed that Alex had came out looking like she was brand new other than a few bandages they would have plced on her body at this point. Watching her walk up beside him Srin would glance over to the Reaper before him and smile faintly. "She is alright as you can see.... I try to make my students tough." he said softly before motioning them out the door with his blood jacket laying over his shoulder. Pushing the doors open faintly, Srin would stagger out in to the light and start to squint his venom orbs. Nocturne's effect had not left him as of let and light still kind of hurt his eyes. Investing in a pair of sunglasses may be his best idea for a moment. Taking a a moment to get under some shade Srin would turn to the two and speak up. "Well Zevran... You shall get my training. Thou I ask one thing. Loyalty and Respect. You give me those things I will help you become one of the best around. " Moving his jacket off his shoulder Srin digs his claw into one of the pockets and starts to pull out a small book. Flipping it open with his thumb, he slowly starts move through the pages and speaks up. "Learn Perfect Timing first. Than we can move on."
Not So Tragic ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ strength ◤8◢xxxxspeed ◤10◢ ██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████ Layout Ⓒ iZann
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 11:31 am
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Rxoxgxuxe xxx● xxxNxoxvxixcxe xxx● xxx9xlx4xxx● xxxExnxexrxgxyxxxx550 xxlxx 550
Only a nod was given to the young man with tawny gold hair and eyes, no words graced her lips, even after Srin motioned to her. Sometimes it was better to remain silent when actions spoke louder. Before heading out to join in the training, Alexandra would turn, walking up to the help desk and would speak to the elderly woman maintaining it. The grey-haired woman smiled reassuringly and would move out of the chair, disappearing for a few before returning and handing the Neph a pair of old boots. They were simple, the tips wrinkled and scrunched down around her ankles, the toes scuffed and worn but something was always better than nothing. They would quickly slide on to her bare feet, and she would exchange words of gratitude. Waves commenced and then that was it, Alex was out the door, the platinum white locks rustling in the wind when she stepped out.
For the rest of her training, she would require weapons.
(edit later)
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 3:39 pm
Zevran
The One Shot Saint • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Reaper
• Class: Gunslinger
• currently equipped: Black trenchcoat, red vest, black dress shirt w/ red tie, black jeans and black combat boots w/ red laces.
• feeling: calm
• Condition: Normal
The Revered
The Kind hearted
The Guardian Zevran nodded simply, smiling as the Reaper mentioned loyalty and respect. "So long as it's a two way streak, I won't do you any wrong. of that you have my word." He said, glad that he was going to be trained by the dreadnaught. He couldn't really think of any gunslingers better than the dreadnaught that were alive right now. As the reaper mentions the skill perfect timing, Zevran nodded in affirmation. he swiftly withdrew a long barreled .45 caliber handgun from the hidden confines of his jacket, the chrome covered weapon gleaming in the midday sunlight. Taking aim at a nearby tree, he would fire a bullet at the tree, using his energy to slow the bullet. the projectiles speed decreased dramatically, the bullet actually becoming visible before it picked up speed again, smashing straight through the tree the reaper had aimed at. Zevran's golden eyed gaze shifted from the tree back to the dreadnaught, gun lowered as he awaited further instruction from Srin. • Strength: 6
• Speed: 9 (11 dodging)
• Energy: 550/550 "Just a fair warning, I don't miss." (Zevran's gauntlet)
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 5:33 pm
██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████DREADNOUGHTXXGUNSLINGER XXXs я ι иxx㊋xxα z ι σXXX↷ I N S A N I T YxxI SxxAxxC U R S ExxO RxxAxxG I F Txx█ █ ⇓XXXX lightxxDARKxx↘↘xxEVILxxgoodXXXX
✪✪XIxxd o n' txxk n o wxxw h a txxt oxxb e l i e v exxa n y m o r e . . .xxanymore...xxanymore... XXX± : M A S T E R : ± : R O U G ExxG U N S L I N G E R : ± : 2 5 5 0 ll 2 5 5 0 : ±` ▶▶X653 more chances to s p i l l your b l o o d ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Srin had flipped through his book once more until finally getting to the semi autos. Reading through it all he spoke up. "Learn these Skills and than we can move on to anything else you believe you need to learn." he said softly moving the book towards the reaper so he could look
Not So Tragic Pistol Whupping Rank: E Description: The Gunslinger will flip the gun while their finger is still in the trigger guard, grabbing hold of the barrel. They will then use the grip of their gun to bash the face of the enemy. Snap Shot Rank: D Description: Again another shared skill with the normal handgun. You aim the gun sideways depending on where you think the enemy will run to or where the rest of the enemies are. Upon pulling the trigger the recoil will move your arm for you to aim at another opponent or follow the direction of where the enemy is running off too. Much better with the revolver due to its natural high recoil. Trick Shot Rank: D Description: This is a gunslinger favorite or just a plain jack@%$ favorite. You spin, twirl or toss your gun in the air, limited to rifles, handguns, revolvers and shotguns, and then when you catch it or stop spinning them you fire. This skill is useful for catching your opponent off guard. Dual Dance Rank: C Requires: glancing shots Description: One of the many skills for the revolver that can also be done with the handgun and with the sawed off shotgun. This is a chain of Glancing shots till you run out of ammo but there is something special to it. With each shot you take you move by spinning and taking a step towards any direction, ducking is optional. A combination of dodging and attacking this is more favored with the handgun because of their larger amounts of ammunition. Rapid Chain Rank: C Description: Quite simply this: In a matter of three seconds you fire out all of the bullets in the current Revolver, can be done with both. The sheer rapidity of these shots means you fire all of them at one target stationary target, by this I mean in their last post they are not running around they stood still or they are running at you in a STRAIGHT line. The problem of the enemy here is usually if they get hit by one bullet they get hit by the rest and shields would usually start cracking due to the impact. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ strength ◤8◢xxxxspeed ◤10◢ ██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████ Layout Ⓒ iZann
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 5:53 pm
Zevran
The One Shot Saint • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Reaper
• Class: Gunslinger
• currently equipped: Black trenchcoat, red vest, black dress shirt w/ red tie, black jeans and black combat boots w/ red laces.
• feeling: calm
• Condition: Normal
The Revered
The Kind hearted
The Guardian As the dreadnaught mentioned more skills to be learned, the Reaper took aim with his semi automatic handgun once more. This time he aimed at a different tree, one of which was a considerable distance away. As he took aim, he fired the gun, imbuing the tip of the bullet with energy. The bullet thudded against the tree, but did not enter it due to the soften skill Zevran had just implemented.
[soften learned]
As the Reaper mentioned the skill disarm, Zevran nodded. this would be a fairly simple skill to practice. Taking one of his guns, he tossed it into a nearby tree branch. He then aimed at the gun and shot it, hitting the weapon perfectly, making it fly up into the air and back into the reaper's gauntleted hand. This was the closest thing he could do to mimic a real disarm, as he didn't really have a target he could disarm at the moment. As soon as he caught the gun, Zevran turned to the reaper. "Semi Automatics would be nice. I prefer more bullets in my clip. Never know when i'll need to sling out some extra lead huh?" He asked the dreadnaught with a smile, holding down a button on the gun and ejecting the magazine into his hand. As he did so, he reached his hand into the deep confines of his trenchcoat once more, pulling out two large .45 caliber rounds and sticking them into the clip, replacing the bullets he had just fired. He then put the clip back into the gun and pulled back the slider, listening to the clinging sound as a round was chambered into the barrel of the gun. Zevran was ready to rock and roll.((Just a side note, Zevran carries semi auto's, not revolvers. My bad, I should have been more specific in my post. I can see how this would be confusing, as long barrels are typically revolver style guns.)) • Strength: 6
• Speed: 9 (11 dodging)
• Energy: 550/550 "Just a fair warning, I don't miss." (Zevran's gauntlet)
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