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Urban, I need some advice... xD

I'm trying to make my Knight Master, but there's this special talent I want him to have. I'm trying to have him come close to a Ranger/Knight cross. This picture inspired it.

Or, based on the awesomeness of that picture, should I change my class to something else? Maybe a fellow mage? xD

Something closer to a Nightcromancer. Lol. (Necromancer+Knight)
The picture is actually of a necromancer.

Fenrir: I have my reasons. Though I don't plan on using it every 2 seconds. And as I said, Xiomar could give two shits less on what people know in terms of skills. That's what profiles are for, right?

But, the fact that he keeps all these files on record. It opens something for a crafty Ninja, or a spy. A resource.
But you will see if I'm given the power. I don't want to reveal too much.

And don't worry, I doubt Fenrir would like me touching him, and Cherry knows enough about Kora to where I most likely won't touch her. So your slave secret is safe. For now.

But I will reveal this one. I wanna ******** with Cry. Find out his past. Manipulate him like a Puppet. As a mage, I don't want to fall in direct combat. And I like manipulating people. So it seems right.

Plus, it's not combat oriented. It doesn't tell me what their thinking. Just their past, intents, Faction, rank, Class, deep dark secrets, and their race. As well as their gender. It doesn't drain them, or hurt in any direct way. They won't even know it's happened.

Alright. But as long as I can have it. I mean, I have a month to weave my plans. And everyone has a month to gather people.

Mwahahahahahaha. I love the before part of plans.

As long we're on the subject, can I kill the 100 perm energy cost, since we're doing the once a day deal?

Yeah, its getting replaced with the 'costs 1/4 of your energy' deal.

you mean critisism? >.>

I was gonna use that three rules thing. >.> In fact I was going to kill cry,have him go into the underworld.Then start this damn demon arc.But noooo.You have to deny it like a humongous bag of douche.

RPC Name: Emperor Aleksander
Rank: Master
Talent Description: A talent in the realms of necromancy, the aura of magic around Aleksander is said to be so evil, that it allows him otherworldly powers. His magic looks corrupt, often discolored when using elements like fire. With a single touch, this said aura erodes part of the mind, destroys information, which can be chosen by Aleksander himself. Of course, it's usually always random.

It also influences the way his magic works. When using water spells, moss and fungus spread like wild fire, to pretty much anywhere the water goes. When using fire, a strong, unearthly smell of decaying flesh follows the smoke. Using earth, natural elements like dirt, and sandstone, begin to crumble as if time as accelerated for them. It does nothing to wind, for that is a pure element.
Talent Weakness: Using this ability saps mass amounts of energy from Aleksander, usually taking a quarter of it. When contact is made, he exhibits a giddy, or ferocious feeling, usually being described as spontaneous anger. He will become overly aggressive for a half a day in real time, and his elemental powers were be chopped down by five percent, while also giving a five percent energy increase.
How did the character get this talent?: As a small boy, Aleksander grew up among those of his kind, Draconians. The only thing that was wrong, was that his entire group was full of necromancers, practitioners of the arts of death and decay. His early years were filled with being around such dark things, as well as training in the arts themselves. However, none of it ever stuck, but just corrupted the aura, and look of his magic.
Sample:
Aleksander stepped down into the dungeon, his eyes glowing out of the darkness of his hood with and otherworldly brilliance. It took minutes, maybe hours walking down the stone corridor, smelling the same pungent odor, and seeing the same cells, to spot the specific one that he wanted. His cloaked, evil looking form stepped up to the bars, beckoning the prisoner inside to come forth. A man learned through many lashings, he came forth without delay, seeming to almost respect the ruler before him. He didn't speak, another lesson learned.

"I'm rather bored today... So give me your arm." Aleksander said, forcefully taking hold of the prisoner's arm without waiting for a reply. He removed the glove on his hand to reveal the scaly claw beneath, running it over the dirtied skin of his prisoner. The prisoner stumbled for a moment, as something began to gnaw at his mind. It was destroying some of what he knew, destroying his identity, name, and origin. After this encounter he would be a prisoner who had no idea who he was, a being with no point in life. Aleksander smiled, withdrawing his hand, and slipping the glove back on. He felt somewhat drained, an effect from using such a talent, and kicked the prisoner back into the cell. Turning on his feet in a military fashion, the emperor strode back out of the dungeon.