Shun pulled his blades out of the horse's sides and closed his good eye. Then, as he fell, he suddenly vanished. He reappeared near the horse's face, where he promptly stabbed into it.
Poof! - And gone he was again, only to appear at its throat, slashing it.
Bamf! - Once more, digging both blades into its body elsewhere.
And so on and so forth, as he continued to assault the beast from multiple angles in rapid succession. But it was too much at this point. The Reaper was overstaying his welcome being so close to the creature. He couldn't quite land properly after that final assault, instead crashing to the ground nearby.
"Nnn...."
He really wasn't feeling good. His head was swimming, and he was beginning to lose sense of himself.
HP: 20 Damage: 24 - Swift strikes t3 - Attack: 4/3 [Used artifact to gain extra turn] Signet of shadows charge: 3/3 - Used
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Name: Shun Kuroda Faction: Halloween Suspecies/Division: Reaper General appearance: Dark hair. Large scar over his left eye. Wears a leather jacket. Now wearing a sleeveless pinkish Death Hunter coat and scarf. He has a hood up, partially hiding his face. HP: 40/60
3/3! Total damage done 296 Ghosts and physical objects just does not match...
HP: 15/30 After holding back the 'something' from taking over his mind, the 'safety switch', a perk of being a ghost kicked in; if the astral projection get damaged enough, they can retreat to safety and reform from the smallest 'piece'. In tsukumogami's cases, they will retreat into their own object, building up FEAR to regenerate. Saul suddenly awoke from the [Jack]-induced sleep, a bit delirium confuses him at first-
But as he stared into the horse-shaped abomination and the unexplained 'things' happening, like monsters of all kinds, human with strange weaponry and many elements of nature flying like missiles the earlier warning made by the ghost helper kicked in, his eyes widening. RUN.
He hastily unlocked the car from inside and ran---
No, there's something on the ground near him. His shovel...and a strange, familiar black-colored heapdhones which for some reason, now emits a pale blue glow.
"Screw you kid, I'm repaying my debt." Groaned Saul, picking both items in his hands before retreating to safety.
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Name: Tsukumogami Rei 'Phones' Faction: Halloweener Student (Quest) Subspecies/Division: Tsukumogami (Ghost) General appearance:
HP: 50/50
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[ Infection Rate ]: 000/100 Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
Ignatius would not let terror get to him, though he could not help but feel frightened at the sensation that was tugging him at his very core. No! He would not lose himself to this.
He summoned up the strength he could find and found himself able to tap into his FEAR. He did this to great effect, shooting out a plasma blast at the monster while keeping as far away from it as he feasibly could. With the sensations he was feeling, this was one of the few times he could legitimately say he did not want to get any closer.
It felt like it was tearing at his very individuality.
HP: 17/50 Damage: 24 (5 + 7 + 10 + 2)
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Character's name: Yildirim Ignatius Svarog Character's faction: Halloween - Ghost Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark blue skin with glowing freckles and streaks, dark hair with a light streak in a pony, golden eyes, stands around six feet, mesomorphic athletic build
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky. Also unconscious.
- If they have a previous IC RP connection to "Creation" (mark of Creation, PRP interaction with Creation), they will instead of attacking the mob, feel a heavy impulsion to attack any other player in the thread instead. Who it is is up to you!
Nothing Chel said managed to get through, though she was right: both hunter and weapon were no longer quite in control.
Like a viper, he snaked through the throngs of those trying to destroy Creation itself and lunged at one of many blurred flaces, the large blade cutting straight into the girl's shield.
Jack HP: 46 Damage: 4 Target: Mimi Turn: 2/3
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Name: Jack Hawthorn Faction: Hunters Subspecies/Division: Full Life Hunter General appearance: 6'7" beanstalk with green hair and a nasty scar around his face/neck HP: 60/60
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Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, and a hat.
Oliver swung his axe towards the giant horse, despite the overwhelming pressure it radiated.
Oliver's HP: 30 Damage: 8
Total Damage: 332
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Character's name: Oliver Keeley Faction: Life Hunter Intermediate Journal link:Dorm Survival Stats: Terrified. (50/50, 2d10-6) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:Here~
Rescuing:
[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100
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Character's name: Johnathan Nordskov Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.
Riley missed her car. If, perhaps, her car had been involved, her Fear attack would not have been so pitiful. But it was not involved, and the monster threw her off balance by trying to suck her precious fear away..
So she fumbled. And there was no limit to her rage for this insult.
The custom made spears from sawing broken pipes into sharpened points worked like a charm, Leon picking up the hefty projectile and flinging it at the vine covered creature. Another stomp of its foot and it sent the hunter sprawling to the ground. He was used to falling with a chainsaw safely and not getting impaled in a ironic way. "This thing is madness."
Rhys only managed to move in for one last hit before the nausea finally hit him, and he toppled over. He was still smack dab in the middle of the fight though, so he tried to hold it in until he was back out in the fog, and then he rightly start puking his guts out as soon as he was in the clear.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean and fit, 6'2" and 162lbs. He sports light tan skin that tans too easily (and occasionally burns if he doesn't use sunblock) and well-defined facial features. His hair is a dark, dirty-blonde and haphazardly styled, and he has dark, sea green eyes. He also has facial hair (a beard/goatee combination), but mostly because he doesn't really like to shave.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
It felt like he had stepped onto an elevator that was rising at an impossible rate. One minute Brenley was standing over the unconscious form of his human at the casino in the mens' restroom where he had hidden the man, and the next he was crouching uncomfortably where he had fallen when the earth split open. Something had happened outside.
There was a giant jacking horse out here, that's what had happened. Getting close to it made him feel even more ill and weak than he already did, so he stayed back for the time being, sending a mass of acid-charmed debris at the creature. It didn't seem to notice, but he repressed his urge to run at it for the time being. If it caused this much discomfort this far away, he could only imagine what it would do up close.
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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Name: Brenley Faction: Halloween Suspecies/Division: Reaper / Sorcerer General appearance: Six foot one. Also frown. x
and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 9Total: 18 (2-20)
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He'd had to stow Austin on his way, dropping him in the back of another car -- locked, at least -- and that had slowed Ever down -- but he was here now, and he came in at a run, heart hammering and a little bit shaky, to throw himself at the monster that had, apparently, reappeared.
It wasn't like this was his first time facing it, but a small part of him worried, distantly, that it could be major trouble. It gave off horseman vibes, one giant mount, and that was never a reassuring sign.
HP: 30 TOTAL DMG: 356
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Character's name: Ever Character's faction: Life/University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE and HERE.
Ever's a beanstalk: six feet tall and extremely underweight, he looks like he'd break under a stiff wind. This is partially covered by the multi-layered style he's adopted, mostly worn-thin clothing rescued from thrift stores or the salvation army, heavy pants tucked into clunky boots. His hair is soft, fine, and extremely fair; his eyes are narrow, laughing, and very dark. His nose is a couple sizes too big with a bend in the bridge where it was broken, at some point, and never properly set. These days, he has a somewhat unnatural pallor, like he's barely seen sunlight in about six months -- because he hasn't.
Vaudrey had been flapping around doing nothing in particular for quite some time; the majority of his day had been spent attempting to drag his human around to see if they would, well...do something human-ish.
Instead he got attacked by a giant creature of doom.
Noemi hadn't believe that she was joining in the fray until she heard it over the radio. Bringing her trident in, she joined the group in their attacks, hoping to give a little payback to the creature that had to tried to run her over on her bike.
Noemi: 25/50 DMG: 4
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Character's name: Noemi Character's faction: Mist hunter Character's journal link:[HERE] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little tiny mist hunter, Red hair and thick accent. Often mistaken for Stormy: [HERE] HP: 25/50 Weapon: Trident (2d10-6)
