Hey!The name's:… … … stares off into the distance…Ahri
But people call me: Ahri, taps fingers impatiently without bothering to look up…Just see what happens when you call me something else
I am this many years!: Ahri eyes show complete and utter disinterest…Who knows?
Wow I'm smoking!:
This is what I am: Ahri yawns boredly…as her mermaid tail twitches flippantly…Use your eyes, mortals
I am one awesome: Ahri actually smirks, shouldn’t this one be quite obvious?
Wow those: Again, disinterest…however I’m quite ‘interested’ in the Big bad Wolf, perhaps interested isn’t the corrected word maybe curious, few have been said to actually see it
My ranking: … … … Plague; secretly ranks warlord
How I got wrapped up: Ahri crosses arms and looks slightly amused…Wouldn’t you like to know?
You will die by my: Cracks a whip and control over water. Everything has trace amount of it after all…And when I simply find it necessary to smack around people a giant Tuna
This is my tall tale:Well, it all started with Prince charming, who I will cauterize someday and that all you really need to know; Ahri smiles
Who am I? I'll tell you.: Ahri doesn’t even bother looking up
Did I mention...: Ahri crosses arms and looked clearly annoyed, If it isn’t already apparent, I’m don’t speak I am mute. (Limited speech to preserve 'true' ranking) However, for your sakes there was some mention about writing my message in my color, so you don’t have to read between the lines.
Created originally for the RPG(s): -Tempest-Flower-'s Bloody Fairytales
~Writing samples~ (To be edited)
Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 4:14 pm
Gaia name:Zurui Ketsueki Uh..hi my name's: Nagisa “Nagi” Macaron
I'm also known as: People call me all sorts of names, however most know me by ‘Nagi’ there are a select few that call me by my full name among other things
I'm old enough: To have to babysit the idiots of the world
I look like that!?:
Well obviously I'm: Maybe it isn’t so obvious? Why not take a guess, here I’ll even throw you a bone because I’m kind like that. I have giant rabbit ears
If you haven't noticed I'm a: Morons, does is it really matter?
I'm into: Whatever I feel like at the moment
Say hello to my little friend!: A giant fork oh and pure speed to the point instead of slowing down time to a halt like my crazy delusional acquaintance Tobias, I can accelerate time…primarily my own, so nothing can stop me.
Here's my fairytale!: Why should I do you the honors of writing a bio?
Well,I'm: Not telling the likes of you, if that what you thought.
Oh crap I forgot!: Hmph, you’ll have to wait just like everyone else.
Created originally for the RPG(s): -Tempest-Flower's Bloody Fairytales
I serve: No one, I cater to my own whims but if you must, you can say I serve within fraction A
My Role: Is unimportant to the lot of you but if you absolutely need to know I am a white mage, Don’t I look of it?
My story is long, but if you're interested: None of your business. Primarily because Alexiel suffers from Amnesia this is why her past is shrouded in mystery. All she knows for sure is her identity. Alexiel, despite not knowing her past can be described in one word “unrestricted.” She is the type, who can be as gentle and refreshing as a soft breeze or violent and sharp like a storm. Volatile is a good way to define such a women.
However, Alexiel may present herself, she is inadequate at fighting and her fighting skills leave much to be desired. As a tradeoff, she excels in skills that play to her mental strength rather than physical; like defensive barriers and healing magic. One could also say, she possess the ability of foresight but it is only due to intelligence.
I fight with: By utilizing the strongest offensive of all…defense. Need I say more? You cannot hurt what you cannot touch. While I may not possess the strength of my comrades, my ability is a valuable asset, as it covers the flaws my comrades may possess…In terms of weapons, I am never without my armor or the death scythe
What makes me special: It is unfortunate I am only allowed four powers but they are very powerful but come with drawbacks as any warrior knows.
Decreased rate of casting: It does what it sounds like, decreases the amount of time it takes to cast. Due to the sheer power of her spells, it takes at least twice as long to cast them. Without this ability, it would be 10x as long.
Attack/defense/speed up : It does what it sounds like, temporarily increases the attack, defense of speed of an ally.
Curaga: Mass group healing however range is limited but more often than not it is sufficient to cover ally in combat.
Shingami ultimatum ward: A barrier that is constant in effect only on Alexial, however it shortens her mortal lifespan causing her death as a mortal. Now, a shingami (death reaper), the barrier feeds off her nonexistent lifespan for all eternity. Only weapons held by broken shield members can pierce the ward. However, even if she should die, her body regenerates eventually being reborn….although it may be why she has no recollection, true artifice or even regards for anyone. Playing with people like frail toys…
You're still listening?: Looks can be deceiving, although my appearance looks that of a mortal, my entire being is now shinigami. Because I am a death reaper, I cannot die permanently. Depending on the severity of my death, it can take days, weeks, months or even years before my body will be fully reconstructed….though at that point my conscious as well as my physical form can still move about.
Created originally for the RPG(s): Nine the Ranger's Ash War
~Writing samples~
Noire, adored the ability to make men into simpering slaves of sex, begging for more. Lustfully desiring and craving both her attention and caress. If not for Maid Eve’s sudden assault, she was more than ready to bring Ostrava to his knees. The leige needed to be knocked down a peg or two. Have that smug smirk wiped off his face, however she was not about to let this snivingly assassin have the pleasure of doing so.
“Ending the argument, hardly. Noire yawned boredly in response to Alicia, even in the face of danger the women could hold a conversation…especially considering the assassin had not yet made a single move other than engulfing the area in mist, shrouding everything in complete utter darkness and errie slience. Infuriated was the women, hearing the word darling, who did Ostrava think he was? She was not one of his many bitches and Noire intended on making that abundantly clear.
As she walked towards the male before simultaneously slapped him purposefully, intending on grazing at the skin with sharp edged gloves. She cared not if he would actually retaliate or not. “Do not speak so casually, ‘dearest.’” Then she tilted his chin up to look her square in those crimson eyes “Oh? Is that a challenge? She paused breiftly “Don’t make me laugh, are you such a man of the highest degree of caliber?”
Her actions were purposeful, despite seeming unreasonable as if gave the location away, Noire was taking the defensive stance, a reasonable strategy counter seeing as Alicia was on offense. She turned to face the empty void, “Break, surely you jest. You’re a spineless jellyfish… Arrogance was in Noire voice as it echo, in the endless abyss. “Hiding in the dark like a coward The women was goading, attempting to bait Eve. Although, Noire’s senses were now dulled, the women remained unfazed. She cared not for her own life seeing as it could not be extinguished. That and fear was for the weak spineless mortals.
