Ma'am yes ma'am! But, seriously, thanks for letting me join! And don't worry, I'll keep the super spells in check (I honestly don't think he'll use it if maybe once, and even then, it'll drain him)
I can get stressed easily, please excuse me! So, you want me to post this to the main profile page?
Sorry, I was in a game. lol Yes. Please post in the profile thread. =3 Then you're welcome to post in the ballroom at any time.
Oh wait, should I let you put him in the Team One's leader spot?
That spot has been reserved, but I can put him in that slot if it opens up. =3
That's just fine, I'll just make some minor adjustments and then post!
"Of which do you enjoy most? The taste of FLESH....or the taste of BONE?"
The candles on my cake add up to Sixty Nine I am a Fallen Roc and affiliated with Malandaia Team Two will win with me as a Player Females suit my fancy more than males do
I have a few nicknames Luck of the Bone - The Axe of Lucien - Mistress of the Bones But I would rather you call me Kale
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ What shall I say about my abilities? I can be your bad luck or your nightmare. Which do you prefer? With a roll of 2, 6-sided dice tells my victim's fate. The number from 2 to 12 determines the power level for bad luck and realisticness for hallucinations of the victim.
For Hallucinations: 2-5 is slightly unrealistic and weak (from 1min-5min), 6-10 is a short but very realistic hallucination(15 mins to an hour), 11-12 is a long (2 to 3 hours)and very realistic hallucination. For Bad Luck: 2-5 will miss the target but cause damage to nearby area to get in their way, or fall upon them. Weak power. 6-10 is a much more powerful attack, causing something unfortunate to happen, like the sword slip out of the target's hand. It still might miss the target & destroy the nearby area. 11-12 Is the strongest and most accurate blow. It could cause a snake to bite the intended victim, or begin to strangle them. It could also cause time space to rip open a black hole and swallow the intended victim.
The victim also has a play in this as my power affects everyone differently. Still, I posses the sight, the smell, the reasoning, and the wings like an eagle, but as a Fallen Roc, I have hid my wings... only to be revealed with innumerable pain and a surge of Adrenaline in my blood as I transform into a black magic winged predator. As more adrenaline pumps my blood, I become even stronger and quicker than even most Roc. Also when I transform into her, my chances increase by 2, but my energy becomes very depleted. I have learned well how to keep the dark side mostly at bay, until I need her: Astaria.
With much meditation or through Lucid Dreams, I can foresee some parts of the future, but only about my own future, it seems.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Righteous. I know I am right all of the time, and I will fiercely back my opinion in case anyone else has something to say about that. It's almost better to just go along with me and trust that I have the right information. How I intend to use that information is where most people might disagree with me. What they don't know is the amount of reading I have done in my sixty nine years well prepared my mind with pure intelligence. However, just as anyone else, I have my dark side. Of course I used to have three of me in my head: Good, Neutral, and Evil. I used to have dreams about my evil side as a child and She, Astaria steadily became a larger force in my mind as even my Neutral side began to despair. At one point in my life, Good's entrapment of Neutral and Evil led to a mutiny within my mind.
My Father, a very high Councilman in Ithus, calls it Multiple Personality Disorder, but since birth, he had brainwashed me to know what Good vs Evil is, and thus forced out all parts of me. The first time I transformed in Astaria was also the first time that Good and Neutral were able to talk and begin to understand who Good was: a weakling, ill-prepared for the duties of war, as my Father described it. That night, I saw it in myself as well, but Astaria knew otherwise, she knew what I could become. I wanted to fight, so Astaria took control and I transformed into a white eyed, black winged beast hungering for death. Indeed, the taste of blood and flesh is my fetish, and to this day, it only takes enough adrenaline and thirst to bring her out.
When I am Neutral, I usually seem distant, maybe even shy, but it is just because I'm shut up in my own head. Of course, like I said before, I have no problems what-so-ever in speaking my mind when I feel obliged. I am alright working in a team, but I do not like leaders who are overreaching in the power they think they have. I have no problem with doing whatever the ******** I want instead. If I agree with them, I will gladly work with them.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ There was once a time that I had great, expansive white wings upon my back and light hair paired with my green eyes: I was considered beautiful ever since my birth in Ithus. For fifty years I suffered under my Father's sexist rule. I began sneaking out with a mask and hood to train with the other boys- and they were the only ones that treated me humanely. I spent the days reading and the nights fighting. I became who I wanted in those moments of pulverizing other men til their blood stained everything I wore. What freedom.
The day my Father said those simple words, and my mental instability fell through the cracks letting out the white eyed, black winged huntress. I attacked my Father with all my anger- an emotional break and big mistake. With much more strength than I, he quickly gained leverage, but the dice had already been thrown, double sixes. As he choked me, a boom sounded through our ears and a gravitational pull began to force upon us, stronger and stronger into the black hole that I created. He looked behind him at the white and black and translucent tear in space time. Right as he looks back to me, my two fingers plunge into his eyeballs and his grip drops to my wing, now holding even tighter. A Black tongue stretches out from the hole, wraps around him and drags him in screaming until his face tears off of my fingers which were still stuck in his sockets, and my wing tears off my back leaving nothing but a stub.I feasted on what was left of his brain matter and flesh. I licked his Skull clean and now I wear it for all to see what has become of Ithus.
That night, I ran as far as I could to the only person I had read about who might be able to help me: Lucien. I'm not sure how far I had traveled, but He did not come to me until I lay face down in the dirt from loss of blood. I wake up, back to my white wings: now tattered bloody and torn. What a most terrifying experience to wake up to as a Roc. Lucien helped me. He offered to help get back my wings and subdue my Good side which I had been trying to do for quite a long time. He placed a spell over my dark wings so that they would grow from my back when I have enough energy to sustain it. Otherwise, the spell would subside and I would go back to my Neutral self. As for my Good side, I chained her up in my mind, changed my last name to Lucien, Tore off my other white wing so that only 2 stubs on my back is the remnant of them. Until I transform, then magnificent, purple and black wings formed with the entwining dark magic that projects from the old stubs upon my back.
What pain I have endured, and as a prize for my willingness to see the truth of Lucien, I was given His Double Headed Axe and an array of poison dipped daggers now hidden around my body.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ After training with Lucien, becoming antiquated with the arts of weaponry, meditation, and murdering, things got a bit murky when He crossed my line of respect once. I ran away again, further into the swamps of Malandaia. I came upon a small town at the edge of the forest who had even heard about my travelings as The Axe of Lucien. They just didn't know I was a girl. Everyone thought the Councilman of Ithus had a son, and I was able to pass as a human for a short time and entered into the contest as a fighter. I defeated one person after another with ease because of my sharp senses and ability to fight. I didn't even need to use my weaponry. Now they know I'm not human because of my fighting wonders them...they have yet to meet Astaria. I hope I run into my old fellow Ithus'ians.
"Of which do you enjoy most? The taste of FLESH....or the taste of BONE?"
The candles on my cake add up to Sixty Nine I am a Fallen Roc and affiliated with Malandaia Team Two will win with me as a Player Females suit my fancy more than males do
I have a few nicknames Luck of the Bone - The Axe of Lucien - Mistress of the Bones But I would rather you call me Kale
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ What shall I say about my abilities? I can be your bad luck or your nightmare. Which do you prefer? With a roll of 2, 6-sided dice tells my victim's fate. The number from 2 to 12 determines the power level for bad luck and realisticness for hallucinations of the victim.
For Hallucinations: 2-5 is slightly unrealistic and weak (from 1min-5min), 6-10 is a short but very realistic hallucination(15 mins to an hour), 11-12 is a long (2 to 3 hours)and very realistic hallucination. For Bad Luck: 2-5 will miss the target but cause damage to nearby area to get in their way, or fall upon them. Weak power. 6-10 is a much more powerful attack, causing something unfortunate to happen, like the sword slip out of the target's hand. It still might miss the target & destroy the nearby area. 11-12 Is the strongest and most accurate blow. It could cause a snake to bite the intended victim, or begin to strangle them. It could also cause time space to rip open a black hole and swallow the intended victim.
The victim also has a play in this as my power affects everyone differently. Still, I posses the sight, the smell, the reasoning, and the wings like an eagle, but as a Fallen Roc, I have hid my wings... only to be revealed with innumerable pain and a surge of Adrenaline in my blood as I transform into a black magic winged predator. As more adrenaline pumps my blood, I become even stronger and quicker than even most Roc. Also when I transform into her, my chances increase by 2, but my energy becomes very depleted. I have learned well how to keep the dark side mostly at bay, until I need her: Astaria.
With much meditation or through Lucid Dreams, I can foresee some parts of the future, but only about my own future, it seems.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Righteous. I know I am right all of the time, and I will fiercely back my opinion in case anyone else has something to say about that. It's almost better to just go along with me and trust that I have the right information. How I intend to use that information is where most people might disagree with me. What they don't know is the amount of reading I have done in my sixty nine years well prepared my mind with pure intelligence. However, just as anyone else, I have my dark side. Of course I used to have three of me in my head: Good, Neutral, and Evil. I used to have dreams about my evil side as a child and She, Astaria steadily became a larger force in my mind as even my Neutral side began to despair. At one point in my life, Good's entrapment of Neutral and Evil led to a mutiny within my mind.
My Father, a very high Councilman in Ithus, calls it Multiple Personality Disorder, but since birth, he had brainwashed me to know what Good vs Evil is, and thus forced out all parts of me. The first time I transformed in Astaria was also the first time that Good and Neutral were able to talk and begin to understand who Good was: a weakling, ill-prepared for the duties of war, as my Father described it. That night, I saw it in myself as well, but Astaria knew otherwise, she knew what I could become. I wanted to fight, so Astaria took control and I transformed into a white eyed, black winged beast hungering for death. Indeed, the taste of blood and flesh is my fetish, and to this day, it only takes enough adrenaline and thirst to bring her out.
When I am Neutral, I usually seem distant, maybe even shy, but it is just because I'm shut up in my own head. Of course, like I said before, I have no problems what-so-ever in speaking my mind when I feel obliged. I am alright working in a team, but I do not like leaders who are overreaching in the power they think they have. I have no problem with doing whatever the ******** I want instead. If I agree with them, I will gladly work with them.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ There was once a time that I had great, expansive white wings upon my back and light hair paired with my green eyes: I was considered beautiful ever since my birth in Ithus. For fifty years I suffered under my Father's sexist rule. I began sneaking out with a mask and hood to train with the other boys- and they were the only ones that treated me humanely. I spent the days reading and the nights fighting. I became who I wanted in those moments of pulverizing other men til their blood stained everything I wore. What freedom.
The day my Father said those simple words, and my mental instability fell through the cracks letting out the white eyed, black winged huntress. I attacked my Father with all my anger- an emotional break and big mistake. With much more strength than I, he quickly gained leverage, but the dice had already been thrown, double sixes. As he choked me, a boom sounded through our ears and a gravitational pull began to force upon us, stronger and stronger into the black hole that I created. He looked behind him at the white and black and translucent tear in space time. Right as he looks back to me, my two fingers plunge into his eyeballs and his grip drops to my wing, now holding even tighter. A Black tongue stretches out from the hole, wraps around him and drags him in screaming until his face tears off of my fingers which were still stuck in his sockets, and my wing tears off my back leaving nothing but a stub.I feasted on what was left of his brain matter and flesh. I licked his Skull clean and now I wear it for all to see what has become of Ithus.
That night, I ran as far as I could to the only person I had read about who might be able to help me: Lucien. I'm not sure how far I had traveled, but He did not come to me until I lay face down in the dirt from loss of blood. I wake up, back to my white wings: now tattered bloody and torn. What a most terrifying experience to wake up to as a Roc. Lucien helped me. He offered to help get back my wings and subdue my Good side which I had been trying to do for quite a long time. He placed a spell over my dark wings so that they would grow from my back when I have enough energy to sustain it. Otherwise, the spell would subside and I would go back to my Neutral self. As for my Good side, I chained her up in my mind, changed my last name to Lucien, Tore off my other white wing so that only 2 stubs on my back is the remnant of them. Until I transform, then magnificent, purple and black wings formed with the entwining dark magic that projects from the old stubs upon my back.
What pain I have endured, and as a prize for my willingness to see the truth of Lucien, I was given His Double Headed Axe and an array of poison dipped daggers now hidden around my body.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ After training with Lucien, becoming antiquated with the arts of weaponry, meditation, and murdering, things got a bit murky when He crossed my line of respect once. I ran away again, further into the swamps of Malandaia. I came upon a small town at the edge of the forest who had even heard about my travelings as The Axe of Lucien. They just didn't know I was a girl. Everyone thought the Councilman of Ithus had a son, and I was able to pass as a human for a short time and entered into the contest as a fighter. I defeated one person after another with ease because of my sharp senses and ability to fight. I didn't even need to use my weaponry. Now they know I'm not human because of my fighting wonders them...they have yet to meet Astaria. I hope I run into my old fellow Ithus'ians.
Hmmmm I like the character idea a lot. Very dark and a bit creepy. lol The way she fell kind of conflicts with how I have Roc's set up though. They wouldn't fall quite like that for non-supernatural reasons. Maybe something like an ancient demon could have tainted her.
And in falling, I feel like she should loose an ability that she would have had a regular roc since a fall to darkness would change a character and not necessarily just add to them. The lack of wings may work. I just need to know if you intend to let her darker ones appear often. You did say that her darker form was draining. I would also like to know how many times she would be able to cast the two abilities you mentioned before becoming drained.
"Of which do you enjoy most? The taste of FLESH....or the taste of BONE?"
The candles on my cake add up to Sixty Nine I am a Fallen Roc and affiliated with Malandaia Team Two will win with me as a Player Females suit my fancy more than males do
I have a few nicknames Luck of the Bone - The Axe of Lucien - Mistress of the Bones But I would rather you call me Kale
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ What shall I say about my abilities? I can be your bad luck or your nightmare. Which do you prefer? With a roll of 2, 6-sided dice tells my victim's fate. The number from 2 to 12 determines the power level for bad luck and realisticness for hallucinations of the victim.
For Hallucinations: 2-5 is slightly unrealistic and weak (from 1min-5min), 6-10 is a short but very realistic hallucination(15 mins to an hour), 11-12 is a long (2 to 3 hours)and very realistic hallucination. For Bad Luck: 2-5 will miss the target but cause damage to nearby area to get in their way, or fall upon them. Weak power. 6-10 is a much more powerful attack, causing something unfortunate to happen, like the sword slip out of the target's hand. It still might miss the target & destroy the nearby area. 11-12 Is the strongest and most accurate blow. It could cause a snake to bite the intended victim, or begin to strangle them. It could also cause time space to rip open a black hole and swallow the intended victim.The victim also has a large play in this as my power affects everyone differently.
At the time of my fall to dark magic, My Neutral self lost the sight, the smell, and the white wings like other Rocs, I ran to my long lost master, the Ancient Demon, Lucien who gave me back my Roc abilities and my wings... but only to be revealed with innumerable pain and a surge of Adrenaline in my blood as I transform into a black magic winged predator. As more adrenaline pumps my blood, I become stronger and quicker than even some Roc. I have learned well how to keep the dark side mostly at bay, until I need her: Astaria.
To transform into Astaria, I utilize one bar of energy. To toss the dice and throw a curse, the cost is two bars of energy. As Astaria, I will gain one bar of energy in 25 mins of sleep. Or in 30 mins of rest. My physical power continues strong until I have less than 1 bar left of energy. My senses sharpen in my transformed mode as it used to be, and dark wings made from Lucien's black magic stretch from the stubs of my broken white wings. The number I roll on the dice is added to 2 to find the level of hallucination or bad luck. So, with 5 bars of health, she may transform and attack twice before passing out entirely into a coma.
When I am Neutral, it takes one bar of energy to toss the dice. I will gain one bar in 15 mins of sleep, or in 20 mins of rest. My physical power isn't as strong, My eyes aren't as sharp, My hearing is also less than it used to be before the fall.
With much meditation or through Lucid Dreams, I can foresee some parts of the future, but only about my own future, it seems.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Righteous. I know I am right all of the time, and I will fiercely back my opinion in case anyone else has something to say about that. It's almost better to just go along with me and trust that I have the right information. How I intend to use that information is where most people might disagree with me. What they don't know is the amount of reading I have done in my sixty nine years well prepared my mind with pure intelligence. However, just as anyone else, I have my dark side. Of course I used to have three of me in my head: Good, Neutral, and Evil. When the fraction of my mind happened after my birth, the ancient demon, Lucien, left me alive. I believe, for a specific purpose. I used to have nightmares about my evil side as a child and She, Astaria steadily became a larger force in my mind as even my Neutral side began to despair. At one point in my life, Good's entrapment of Neutral and Evil led to a mutiny within my mind.
My Father, a very high Councilman in Ithus, calls it Multiple Personality Disorder, but since birth, he had brainwashed me to know what Good vs Evil is, and thus forced out all parts of me. The first time I transformed in Astaria was also the first time that Good and Neutral were able to talk and begin to understand who Good was: a weakling, ill-prepared for the duties of war, as my Father described it. That night, I saw it in myself as well, but Astaria knew otherwise, she knew what I could become. I wanted to fight, so Astaria took control and I transformed into a white eyed, black winged beast hungering for death. Indeed, the taste of blood and flesh is my fetish, and to this day, it only takes enough adrenaline and thirst to bring her out.
When I am Neutral, I usually seem distant, maybe even shy, but it is just because I'm shut up in my own head. Of course, like I said before, I have no problems what-so-ever in speaking my mind when I feel obliged. I am alright working in a team, but I do not like leaders who are overreaching in the power they think they have. I have no problem with doing whatever the ******** I want instead. If I agree with them, I will gladly work with them.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ There was once a time that I had great, expansive white wings upon my back and light hair paired with my green eyes: I was considered beautiful ever since my birth in Ithus. For fifty years I suffered under my Father's sexist rule. I began to search for what truth was to me. I came across exactly what I was looking for: the dots that appeared on my hands and feet are the marks of a tainted birth. Apparently, Lucien himself caused the fraction of my personality into three parts just after my birth. My mother obviously dying in the process. Lucien had gifted me then, laying a pair of dice underneath my pillow that night. My father had kept me reading inside, never out to see sunlight all because i wasn't the boy he needed to continue his legacy. My father couldn't stop me from Lucien's calling, I began sneaking out with a mask and hood to train with the other boys- and they were the only ones that treated me humanely. I spent the days reading and the nights fighting. I became who I wanted in those moments of pulverizing other men til their blood stained everything I wore. What freedom.
The day my Father said those simple words, and my mental instability fell through the cracks letting out the white eyed, black winged huntress. I attacked my Father with all my anger- an emotional break and big mistake. With much more strength than I, he quickly gained leverage, but the dice had already been thrown, double sixes. As he choked me, a boom sounded through our ears and a gravitational pull began to force upon us, stronger and stronger into the black hole that I created. He looked behind him at the white and black and translucent tear in space time. Right as he looks back to me, my two fingers plunge into his eyeballs and his grip drops to my wing, now holding even tighter. A Black tongue stretches out from the hole, wraps around him and drags him in screaming until his face tears off of my fingers which were still stuck in his sockets, and my wing tears off my back leaving nothing but a stub.I feasted on what was left of his brain matter and flesh. I licked his Skull clean and now I wear it for all to see what has become of Ithus.
That night, I ran as far as I could to the only person I had read about who might be able to help me: Lucien. I'm not sure how far I had traveled, but He did not come to me until I lay face down in the dirt from loss of blood. I wake up, back to my white wings: now tattered bloody and torn. What a most terrifying experience to wake up to as a Roc. Lucien helped me. He offered to help get back my wings and subdue my Good side which I had been trying to do for quite a long time. He placed a spell over my dark wings so that they would grow from my back when I have enough energy to sustain it. Otherwise, the spell would subside and I would go back to my Neutral self. As for my Good side, I chained her up in my mind, changed my last name to Lucien, Tore off my other white wing so that only 2 stubs on my back is the remnant of them. Until I transform, then magnificent, purple and black wings formed with the entwining dark magic that projects from the old stubs upon my back.
What pain I have endured, and as a prize for my willingness to see the truth of Lucien, I was given His Double Headed Axe and an array of poison dipped daggers now hidden around my body.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ After training with Lucien, becoming antiquated with the arts of weaponry, meditation, and murdering, things got a bit murky when He crossed my line of respect once. I ran away again, further into the swamps of Malandaia. I came upon a small town at the edge of the forest who had even heard about my travelings as The Axe of Lucien. They just didn't know I was a girl. Everyone thought the Councilman of Ithus had a son, and I was able to pass as a human for a short time and entered into the contest as a fighter. I defeated one person after another with ease because of my sharp senses and ability to fight. I didn't even need to use my weaponry. Now they know I'm not human because of my fighting wonders them...they have yet to meet Astaria. I hope I run into my old fellow Ithus'ians.
Hmmmm I like the character idea a lot. Very dark and a bit creepy. lol The way she fell kind of conflicts with how I have Roc's set up though. They wouldn't fall quite like that for non-supernatural reasons. Maybe something like an ancient demon could have tainted her.
And in falling, I feel like she should loose an ability that she would have had a regular roc since a fall to darkness would change a character and not necessarily just add to them. The lack of wings may work. I just need to know if you intend to let her darker ones appear often. You did say that her darker form was draining. I would also like to know how many times she would be able to cast the two abilities you mentioned before becoming drained.
Yay! I want her to just fuc with everyone and cause so much chaos! haha that's the most fun
I agree & added that Lucien, the ancient demon tainted her after birth & left her the dice she now has. At the fall from Roc, she lost most of her abilities, and to get them back Lucien work dark magic on her to build wings, give her the sight, speed, hearing, etc. but only in transformed
I won't have her transform into her darker side often, because she first needs one bar to transform, then two bars for each dice toss. She will gain one bar energy in 25 mins of sleep. Or in 30 mins of rest. Her physical power continues strong until she has less than 1 bar left of energy. Her senses sharpen in her transformed mode as it used to be, and the number she rolls on the dice is added to 2 to find the level of hallucination or bad luck. So, with 5 bars of health, she may transform and attack twice before passing out entirely into a coma.
When she is Neutral, it takes one bar of energy to toss the dice. She will gain one bar in 15 mins of sleep, or in 20 mins of rest. Her physical power isn't as strong, Her eyes aren't as sharp, her hearing is also a little less than it used to be before the fall. That's not to say an enemy could really tell the difference, until they meet her dark side.
I added this into the character. let me know if you think I should change anything else
"Of which do you enjoy most? The taste of FLESH....or the taste of BONE?"
The candles on my cake add up to Sixty Nine I am a Fallen Roc and affiliated with Malandaia Team Two will win with me as a Player Females suit my fancy more than males do
I have a few nicknames Luck of the Bone - The Axe of Lucien - Mistress of the Bones But I would rather you call me Kale
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ What shall I say about my abilities? I can be your bad luck or your nightmare. Which do you prefer? With a roll of 2, 6-sided dice tells my victim's fate. The number from 2 to 12 determines the power level for bad luck and realisticness for hallucinations of the victim.
For Hallucinations: 2-5 is slightly unrealistic and weak (from 1min-5min), 6-10 is a short but very realistic hallucination(15 mins to an hour), 11-12 is a long (2 to 3 hours)and very realistic hallucination. For Bad Luck: 2-5 will miss the target but cause damage to nearby area to get in their way, or fall upon them. Weak power. 6-10 is a much more powerful attack, causing something unfortunate to happen, like the sword slip out of the target's hand. It still might miss the target & destroy the nearby area. 11-12 Is the strongest and most accurate blow. It could cause a snake to bite the intended victim, or begin to strangle them. It could also cause time space to rip open a black hole and swallow the intended victim.The victim also has a large play in this as my power affects everyone differently.
At the time of my fall to dark magic, My Neutral self lost the sight, the smell, and the white wings like other Rocs, I ran to my long lost master, the Ancient Demon, Lucien who gave me back my Roc abilities and my wings... but only to be revealed with innumerable pain and a surge of Adrenaline in my blood as I transform into a black magic winged predator. As more adrenaline pumps my blood, I become stronger and quicker than even some Roc. I have learned well how to keep the dark side mostly at bay, until I need her: Astaria.
To transform into Astaria, I utilize one bar of energy. To toss the dice and throw a curse, the cost is two bars of energy. As Astaria, I will gain one bar of energy in 25 mins of sleep. Or in 30 mins of rest. My physical power continues strong until I have less than 1 bar left of energy. My senses sharpen in my transformed mode as it used to be, and dark wings made from Lucien's black magic stretch from the stubs of my broken white wings. The number I roll on the dice is added to 2 to find the level of hallucination or bad luck. So, with 5 bars of health, she may transform and attack twice before passing out entirely into a coma.
When I am Neutral, it takes one bar of energy to toss the dice. I will gain one bar in 15 mins of sleep, or in 20 mins of rest. My physical power isn't as strong, My eyes aren't as sharp, My hearing is also less than it used to be before the fall.
With much meditation or through Lucid Dreams, I can foresee some parts of the future, but only about my own future, it seems.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Righteous. I know I am right all of the time, and I will fiercely back my opinion in case anyone else has something to say about that. It's almost better to just go along with me and trust that I have the right information. How I intend to use that information is where most people might disagree with me. What they don't know is the amount of reading I have done in my sixty nine years well prepared my mind with pure intelligence. However, just as anyone else, I have my dark side. Of course I used to have three of me in my head: Good, Neutral, and Evil. When the fraction of my mind happened after my birth, the ancient demon, Lucien, left me alive. I believe, for a specific purpose. I used to have nightmares about my evil side as a child and She, Astaria steadily became a larger force in my mind as even my Neutral side began to despair. At one point in my life, Good's entrapment of Neutral and Evil led to a mutiny within my mind.
My Father, a very high Councilman in Ithus, calls it Multiple Personality Disorder, but since birth, he had brainwashed me to know what Good vs Evil is, and thus forced out all parts of me. The first time I transformed in Astaria was also the first time that Good and Neutral were able to talk and begin to understand who Good was: a weakling, ill-prepared for the duties of war, as my Father described it. That night, I saw it in myself as well, but Astaria knew otherwise, she knew what I could become. I wanted to fight, so Astaria took control and I transformed into a white eyed, black winged beast hungering for death. Indeed, the taste of blood and flesh is my fetish, and to this day, it only takes enough adrenaline and thirst to bring her out.
When I am Neutral, I usually seem distant, maybe even shy, but it is just because I'm shut up in my own head. Of course, like I said before, I have no problems what-so-ever in speaking my mind when I feel obliged. I am alright working in a team, but I do not like leaders who are overreaching in the power they think they have. I have no problem with doing whatever the ******** I want instead. If I agree with them, I will gladly work with them.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ There was once a time that I had great, expansive white wings upon my back and light hair paired with my green eyes: I was considered beautiful ever since my birth in Ithus. For fifty years I suffered under my Father's sexist rule. I began to search for what truth was to me. I came across exactly what I was looking for: the dots that appeared on my hands and feet are the marks of a tainted birth. Apparently, Lucien himself caused the fraction of my personality into three parts just after my birth. My mother obviously dying in the process. Lucien had gifted me then, laying a pair of dice underneath my pillow that night. My father had kept me reading inside, never out to see sunlight all because i wasn't the boy he needed to continue his legacy. My father couldn't stop me from Lucien's calling, I began sneaking out with a mask and hood to train with the other boys- and they were the only ones that treated me humanely. I spent the days reading and the nights fighting. I became who I wanted in those moments of pulverizing other men til their blood stained everything I wore. What freedom.
The day my Father said those simple words, and my mental instability fell through the cracks letting out the white eyed, black winged huntress. I attacked my Father with all my anger- an emotional break and big mistake. With much more strength than I, he quickly gained leverage, but the dice had already been thrown, double sixes. As he choked me, a boom sounded through our ears and a gravitational pull began to force upon us, stronger and stronger into the black hole that I created. He looked behind him at the white and black and translucent tear in space time. Right as he looks back to me, my two fingers plunge into his eyeballs and his grip drops to my wing, now holding even tighter. A Black tongue stretches out from the hole, wraps around him and drags him in screaming until his face tears off of my fingers which were still stuck in his sockets, and my wing tears off my back leaving nothing but a stub.I feasted on what was left of his brain matter and flesh. I licked his Skull clean and now I wear it for all to see what has become of Ithus.
That night, I ran as far as I could to the only person I had read about who might be able to help me: Lucien. I'm not sure how far I had traveled, but He did not come to me until I lay face down in the dirt from loss of blood. I wake up, back to my white wings: now tattered bloody and torn. What a most terrifying experience to wake up to as a Roc. Lucien helped me. He offered to help get back my wings and subdue my Good side which I had been trying to do for quite a long time. He placed a spell over my dark wings so that they would grow from my back when I have enough energy to sustain it. Otherwise, the spell would subside and I would go back to my Neutral self. As for my Good side, I chained her up in my mind, changed my last name to Lucien, Tore off my other white wing so that only 2 stubs on my back is the remnant of them. Until I transform, then magnificent, purple and black wings formed with the entwining dark magic that projects from the old stubs upon my back.
What pain I have endured, and as a prize for my willingness to see the truth of Lucien, I was given His Double Headed Axe and an array of poison dipped daggers now hidden around my body.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ After training with Lucien, becoming antiquated with the arts of weaponry, meditation, and murdering, things got a bit murky when He crossed my line of respect once. I ran away again, further into the swamps of Malandaia. I came upon a small town at the edge of the forest who had even heard about my travelings as The Axe of Lucien. They just didn't know I was a girl. Everyone thought the Councilman of Ithus had a son, and I was able to pass as a human for a short time and entered into the contest as a fighter. I defeated one person after another with ease because of my sharp senses and ability to fight. I didn't even need to use my weaponry. Now they know I'm not human because of my fighting wonders them...they have yet to meet Astaria. I hope I run into my old fellow Ithus'ians.
Hmmmm I like the character idea a lot. Very dark and a bit creepy. lol The way she fell kind of conflicts with how I have Roc's set up though. They wouldn't fall quite like that for non-supernatural reasons. Maybe something like an ancient demon could have tainted her.
And in falling, I feel like she should loose an ability that she would have had a regular roc since a fall to darkness would change a character and not necessarily just add to them. The lack of wings may work. I just need to know if you intend to let her darker ones appear often. You did say that her darker form was draining. I would also like to know how many times she would be able to cast the two abilities you mentioned before becoming drained.
Yay! I want her to just fuc with everyone and cause so much chaos! haha that's the most fun
I agree & added that Lucien, the ancient demon tainted her after birth & left her the dice she now has. At the fall from Roc, she lost most of her abilities, and to get them back Lucien work dark magic on her to build wings, give her the sight, speed, hearing, etc. but only in transformed
I won't have her transform into her darker side often, because she first needs one bar to transform, then two bars for each dice toss. She will gain one bar energy in 25 mins of sleep. Or in 30 mins of rest. Her physical power continues strong until she has less than 1 bar left of energy. Her senses sharpen in her transformed mode as it used to be, and the number she rolls on the dice is added to 2 to find the level of hallucination or bad luck. So, with 5 bars of health, she may transform and attack twice before passing out entirely into a coma.
When she is Neutral, it takes one bar of energy to toss the dice. She will gain one bar in 15 mins of sleep, or in 20 mins of rest. Her physical power isn't as strong, Her eyes aren't as sharp, her hearing is also a little less than it used to be before the fall. That's not to say an enemy could really tell the difference, until they meet her dark side.
I added this into the character. let me know if you think I should change anything else
I think that should do it. =3 Please post in the profile thread.
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 11:10 pm
I was making a character who caused bad luck, rats! I like your system for the bad luck, that's great. Very cool character.
"The answer to your question will arise when you no longer need to ask it."
I have been around for 345 years. I am a Elf and affiliated with Ithus. I am on team one as a player tracker or scout Males suit my fancy more than females do.
Some call me Elise
But I would rather you call me Memori
↣A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘Memori is proficient in many styles of melee fighting, mainly utilizing duel wielding of long swords. They are light and easy to wield with her enhanced agility aiding her. Being in tune with nature has granted Memori a boon, she is able to manipulate nature at will as well as converse with and request the aid of both magical and material animals. ↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Memori is a solemn woman, taking pride in her work with nature and enjoying both the solitude and quiet that comes with such work. She can be hot headed if something she cares for is put in danger, but she tends to rather think it out and plan before rushing head long into a battle unprepared. She can be considered some what eccentric for certain things, her little rituals often seem strange to the average person, but other than that she has been told she is a great listener. .
↣M yxS t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Memori's family is highly respected among Elf kind. Many of her siblings have become some of the worlds greatest trackers or fighters and she demanded to follow in their footsteps. She was hot headed and had even endangered her life once in an attempt to follow her brother on a mission. She trained often learning the ins and outs of melee, till she could even best her father a few times. Even still her father wanted to hear nothing more about it, already having so many children out defending the world. Memori rebelled and spent a century away from her family living with the woods and tending nature. When in fact it was nature that was tending to her...she was able to find a peace that came with living in touch with ones surrounding and was even able to utilize that in a fight. Finally no longer heart sick she went home only to find she had been selected to train at the academy. ↣H o wx I xG o t xH e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Memori's family had sacrifced much for the alliance, three children to be exact. Of course there was pain and loss everywhere in the world, but when Memori's mother found her recruitment letter she cried for her daughter. Memori was indeed skilled in battle, both agile and swift in her swordplay. She was a talented hunter and tracker, but still her mother worried for her. It was when she came home after being away for so long that her mother realized her daughter had changed. She saw a level headedness about Memori that had never been there before. That and she had seemed to make some new friends. When she walked out to her daughter surrounded by wild life they scattered. However she proudly handed her the letter and smiled wishing her well.
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 3:19 am
Organic Kiss
I was making a character who caused bad luck, rats! I like your system for the bad luck, that's great. Very cool character.
Team three has opened back up, and the first slot has your name on it. =3
"The answer to your question will arise when you no longer need to ask it."
I have been around for 345 years. I am a Elf and affiliated with Ithus. I am on team one as a player tracker or scout Males suit my fancy more than females do.
Some call me Elise
But I would rather you call me Memori
↣A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘Memori is proficient in many styles of melee fighting, mainly utilizing duel wielding of long swords. They are light and easy to wield with her enhanced agility aiding her. Being in tune with nature has granted Memori a boon, she is able to manipulate nature at will as well as converse with and request the aid of both magical and material animals. ↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Memori is a solemn woman, taking pride in her work with nature and enjoying both the solitude and quiet that comes with such work. She can be hot headed if something she cares for is put in danger, but she tends to rather think it out and plan before rushing head long into a battle unprepared. She can be considered some what eccentric for certain things, her little rituals often seem strange to the average person, but other than that she has been told she is a great listener. .
↣M yxS t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Memori's family is highly respected among Elf kind. Many of her siblings have become some of the worlds greatest trackers or fighters and she demanded to follow in their footsteps. She was hot headed and had even endangered her life once in an attempt to follow her brother on a mission. She trained often learning the ins and outs of melee, till she could even best her father a few times. Even still her father wanted to hear nothing more about it, already having so many children out defending the world. Memori rebelled and spent a century away from her family living with the woods and tending nature. When in fact it was nature that was tending to her...she was able to find a peace that came with living in touch with ones surrounding and was even able to utilize that in a fight. Finally no longer heart sick she went home only to find she had been selected to train at the academy. ↣H o wx I xG o t xH e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Memori's family had sacrifced much for the alliance, three children to be exact. Of course there was pain and loss everywhere in the world, but when Memori's mother found her recruitment letter she cried for her daughter. Memori was indeed skilled in battle, both agile and swift in her swordplay. She was a talented hunter and tracker, but still her mother worried for her. It was when she came home after being away for so long that her mother realized her daughter had changed. She saw a level headedness about Memori that had never been there before. That and she had seemed to make some new friends. When she walked out to her daughter surrounded by wild life they scattered. However she proudly handed her the letter and smiled wishing her well.
Accepted! Please post in the profile thread. X3
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:27 pm
Organic Kiss
I was making a character who caused bad luck, rats! I like your system for the bad luck, that's great. Very cool character.
hmm, I noticed someone else has a sort of chaotic luck power too, so it really wouldn't matter if you had the same! it would make it interesting for me to fight you twisted but you could twist it, where you cause a stroke of good luck...? you may even do better because you might have more control over what the good luck targets like that. Once I throw the dice, I really have no clue what could happen, or what people will come up with on what it destroys.
"Of which do you enjoy most? The taste of FLESH....or the taste of BONE?"
The candles on my cake add up to Sixty Nine I am a Fallen Roc and affiliated with Malandaia Team Two will win with me as a Player Females suit my fancy more than males do
I have a few nicknames Luck of the Bone - The Axe of Lucien - Mistress of the Bones But I would rather you call me Kale
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ What shall I say about my abilities? I can be your bad luck or your nightmare. Which do you prefer? With a roll of 2, 6-sided dice tells my victim's fate. The number from 2 to 12 determines the power level for bad luck and realisticness for hallucinations of the victim.
For Hallucinations: 2-5 is slightly unrealistic and weak (from 1min-5min), 6-10 is a short but very realistic hallucination(15 mins to an hour), 11-12 is a long (2 to 3 hours)and very realistic hallucination. For Bad Luck: 2-5 will miss the target but cause damage to nearby area to get in their way, or fall upon them. Weak power. 6-10 is a much more powerful attack, causing something unfortunate to happen, like the sword slip out of the target's hand. It still might miss the target & destroy the nearby area. 11-12 Is the strongest and most accurate blow. It could cause a snake to bite the intended victim, or begin to strangle them. It could also cause time space to rip open a black hole and swallow the intended victim.
The victim also has a play in this as my power affects everyone differently. Still, I posses the sight, the smell, the reasoning, and the wings like an eagle, but as a Fallen Roc, I have hid my wings... only to be revealed with innumerable pain and a surge of Adrenaline in my blood as I transform into a black magic winged predator. As more adrenaline pumps my blood, I become even stronger and quicker than even most Roc. Also when I transform into her, my chances increase by 2, but my energy becomes very depleted. I have learned well how to keep the dark side mostly at bay, until I need her: Astaria.
With much meditation or through Lucid Dreams, I can foresee some parts of the future, but only about my own future, it seems.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Righteous. I know I am right all of the time, and I will fiercely back my opinion in case anyone else has something to say about that. It's almost better to just go along with me and trust that I have the right information. How I intend to use that information is where most people might disagree with me. What they don't know is the amount of reading I have done in my sixty nine years well prepared my mind with pure intelligence. However, just as anyone else, I have my dark side. Of course I used to have three of me in my head: Good, Neutral, and Evil. I used to have dreams about my evil side as a child and She, Astaria steadily became a larger force in my mind as even my Neutral side began to despair. At one point in my life, Good's entrapment of Neutral and Evil led to a mutiny within my mind.
My Father, a very high Councilman in Ithus, calls it Multiple Personality Disorder, but since birth, he had brainwashed me to know what Good vs Evil is, and thus forced out all parts of me. The first time I transformed in Astaria was also the first time that Good and Neutral were able to talk and begin to understand who Good was: a weakling, ill-prepared for the duties of war, as my Father described it. That night, I saw it in myself as well, but Astaria knew otherwise, she knew what I could become. I wanted to fight, so Astaria took control and I transformed into a white eyed, black winged beast hungering for death. Indeed, the taste of blood and flesh is my fetish, and to this day, it only takes enough adrenaline and thirst to bring her out.
When I am Neutral, I usually seem distant, maybe even shy, but it is just because I'm shut up in my own head. Of course, like I said before, I have no problems what-so-ever in speaking my mind when I feel obliged. I am alright working in a team, but I do not like leaders who are overreaching in the power they think they have. I have no problem with doing whatever the ******** I want instead. If I agree with them, I will gladly work with them.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ There was once a time that I had great, expansive white wings upon my back and light hair paired with my green eyes: I was considered beautiful ever since my birth in Ithus. For fifty years I suffered under my Father's sexist rule. I began sneaking out with a mask and hood to train with the other boys- and they were the only ones that treated me humanely. I spent the days reading and the nights fighting. I became who I wanted in those moments of pulverizing other men til their blood stained everything I wore. What freedom.
The day my Father said those simple words, and my mental instability fell through the cracks letting out the white eyed, black winged huntress. I attacked my Father with all my anger- an emotional break and big mistake. With much more strength than I, he quickly gained leverage, but the dice had already been thrown, double sixes. As he choked me, a boom sounded through our ears and a gravitational pull began to force upon us, stronger and stronger into the black hole that I created. He looked behind him at the white and black and translucent tear in space time. Right as he looks back to me, my two fingers plunge into his eyeballs and his grip drops to my wing, now holding even tighter. A Black tongue stretches out from the hole, wraps around him and drags him in screaming until his face tears off of my fingers which were still stuck in his sockets, and my wing tears off my back leaving nothing but a stub.I feasted on what was left of his brain matter and flesh. I licked his Skull clean and now I wear it for all to see what has become of Ithus.
That night, I ran as far as I could to the only person I had read about who might be able to help me: Lucien. I'm not sure how far I had traveled, but He did not come to me until I lay face down in the dirt from loss of blood. I wake up, back to my white wings: now tattered bloody and torn. What a most terrifying experience to wake up to as a Roc. Lucien helped me. He offered to help get back my wings and subdue my Good side which I had been trying to do for quite a long time. He placed a spell over my dark wings so that they would grow from my back when I have enough energy to sustain it. Otherwise, the spell would subside and I would go back to my Neutral self. As for my Good side, I chained her up in my mind, changed my last name to Lucien, Tore off my other white wing so that only 2 stubs on my back is the remnant of them. Until I transform, then magnificent, purple and black wings formed with the entwining dark magic that projects from the old stubs upon my back.
What pain I have endured, and as a prize for my willingness to see the truth of Lucien, I was given His Double Headed Axe and an array of poison dipped daggers now hidden around my body.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ After training with Lucien, becoming antiquated with the arts of weaponry, meditation, and murdering, things got a bit murky when He crossed my line of respect once. I ran away again, further into the swamps of Malandaia. I came upon a small town at the edge of the forest who had even heard about my travelings as The Axe of Lucien. They just didn't know I was a girl. Everyone thought the Councilman of Ithus had a son, and I was able to pass as a human for a short time and entered into the contest as a fighter. I defeated one person after another with ease because of my sharp senses and ability to fight. I didn't even need to use my weaponry. Now they know I'm not human because of my fighting wonders them...they have yet to meet Astaria. I hope I run into my old fellow Ithus'ians.
ahh yeah mightve been mine your talking about with the energu rolls and such and i also am thinking of adding to it with rolls to see how many posts long the statuses of my potions last but funny how both people who seem to have dice rolls are on team two razz
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 7:11 pm
Miss Fruit Loops
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Quick question, can I have more than one character? Just have this one idea bouncing around in my head, but dunno if I can use it here or not.
Quick question, can I have more than one character? Just have this one idea bouncing around in my head, but dunno if I can use it here or not.
Of course! As many as you can handle. =3
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 7:16 pm
Miss Fruit Loops
Kiri sai
Miss Fruit Loops
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Quick question, can I have more than one character? Just have this one idea bouncing around in my head, but dunno if I can use it here or not.
Of course! As many as you can handle. =3
Huzzah!! Wait, are hybrid-ish races okay? It would be explained in the bio section, of course, but need to know if it's okay... otherwise I'll have to tweak the idea somewhat severely...
