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| Lazy Days.; Uncle Sal and nephew Revyn RP. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 18 2015, 09:23 PM (89 Views) | |
| Gene | Feb 18 2015, 09:23 PM Post #1 |
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Bats are creepy for many people. They often seem rats with wings to us, they are thought to spread rabies, and apparently like to hang out in all sorts of dark, foreboding places (caves, bell towers, abandoned houses, castles, crypts, etc). Three species (out of over 1,000!) are infamous for drinking blood, and have led to a strong association between bats and unruly darker creatures. . . Speaking of bats, there were about a thousand of them swarming together to form a humanoid figure. . .It was going to the streets of central city, the figure would emerge from the shadows and formation of bats in a manner. . . . Pale blue skin He was probably 5'7" or 5'8", average height for a teenager. Short black hair, Glowing eyes that seemed to leave a trail in the air, like cold smoke was emerging from them. . . He had overall decent facial features aside from the scars and cuts around his left and right eye, however, it wasn't like you could see the scars. . . He was wearing some demonic crown/mask that had horns slowly manifesting from a strange blue energy. Likely in his early demon hood, probably still in the earlier stages of his life as a demon. . . The boy had an athletic build, He had light blue and gray skin that seemed to reflect that cold eye color and mask. . . He was mostly human in appearance, square jaw that gave him a noble look, decent facial features, human skin textures. . . In his mortal life he wasn't the villain, even if he acted antagonistically enough that he was compared to the better half of a fallen hero. . . His village had been ransacked by demons once, and praying to the gods just didn't stop the chaos, the deaths, the famine. The matter was personal, the law wasn't suitable enough that he was forced to do something far more horrible than any mortal man should do. He had to become corrupt to protect the ones he cared for, ignorant to the mortal emotions that tied him back so much. He could have claimed that his actions then were justice, not vengeance, but anyone with half of a brain could easily see he was out for some form of revenge back then. He got his vengeance, he took out his woes on the monsters that took the life he loved away, however it wouldn't be long before he was forced to do the deed that cost him his soul. This villainous visage had come to Central city for some time off, he wasn't in the mood to cause any chaos to the mortals. .. It was kind of a lazy day. WC: 459 Edited by Gene, Feb 18 2015, 09:23 PM.
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| Sal Norongachi | Feb 18 2015, 10:00 PM Post #2 |
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Five years. It had been half a decade since Sal Norongachi had stepped foot inside the worlds capital. Not since he'd graduated from basic and been shipped off for futher education with Division Zero had he beheld the towering sky scrappers; Impossible constructions of glass and steel that caught the light and glistened like spires of crystal. From his life with the secretive organization he found himself alone, a wanderer of the Wastes, never staying anywhere too long or feeling the pull to bring him back to civilization. As his dark boots pounded the sidewalk, horns blared on the congested roads, insults between drivers flew just as surely as the roaring passenger jets overhead. The streets themselves were thick with bodies, all rushing, all so absorbed in their own little worlds that they had no time to issue an apology as they barged into one another. Civilization...what a damn joke. He'd take barren rock and dune sea over this in a heartbeat but needs must, he thought sourly. The heat was much lessened here, compared to the blazing sun of the Wastelands, and he found himself unable to acclimatize. The dark grey jacket that came to his waist remained zipped, his dark hair slicked back from his face, while black combat trousers hugged his legs. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and hunched down against a sudden breeze that forced goosebumps from his skin. The main avenues of Central City were not the places to daydream, a momentary lapse in concentration was all it took for him to shoulder barge into a couple spilling their shopping bags all across the white paving slabs underfoot. "Hey asshole! Watch where the hell you're going" The man yelled jabbing a finger into Sal's chest while a vein bulged on the side of his head. Why hadn't all these people died of a stroke or aneurysm by now? Was all he could think as he snatched the tip of the mans finger -mind chest poke- with thumb and index, and casually moved it away from the fabric of his jacket. He didn't need to say a word, the emerald gaze was like titanium and it spoke volumes as to the mans immediate future if he persisted in his current course of action. Letting the now terrified city dweller attend to his wife and their scattered shopping he turned back into the crowd. He was once against lost among the river of bodies, the mindless consumers that plagued the sidewalk looking for the next big thing to spunk all their money on. Sal couldn't help thinking that maybe having the planet wiped of human life wouldn't be such a bad fate after all. His feelings were confirmed when he heard a Nicki Minaj song blasting from a bright pink car. WC- 458 |
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| Gene | Feb 20 2015, 02:10 PM Post #3 |
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"ZAHMBEEEEES" A woman screamed in terror as Revyn stood there infront of a television behind glass. . . He seemed tired. .. When the woman screamed he just blinked twice before turning. . . Perhaps it was a time to get out of this wretched semi-rotted body. . . He blinked and looked around for a good host to drain and essentia-. . . There it is. Revyn surged forth and essentially tackled some dude with green skin with black veins and red eyes, probably 6'0" with relatively decent facial features. . . It didn't take long. Revyn began to turn into some dark red mist that slowly invaded the Green elf-man's body and began to overtake it. Armor would materialize on the man as the facial features shifted and morphed. . . Half of his face was flesh-like and red, molding to the skeletal structure. . . That was a peculiar sight. . . What was now standing looked like some sort of fantasy knight or warlock king of sorts. The black armor, the glowing red eyes. . .. Long pointy ears. The armor shifted around like it was some kind of symbiote. . . This was definitely something you dont see every day. He stood out like a sore thumb. 6'0", dying light green skin and black veins, red eyes, he was like some wall of muscle now. Granted his skin seemed to be glowing. . . He wore fur gauntlets, pauldrons, the whole shaboom of armor. He was big. . . .Still, half of his face looked like it was chomped on by a zombie. |
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