Firo_Procheniezio
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(beast mode engaged :cool: ) The surge was utterly addictive. In this state his illusion only pushed him deeper. Now a new feeling was running through his brain... blood-lust. this caused him to throw the pipe in a javelin style and pierce the skull of the banshee closest to him. His eyes almost sparkled in enjoyment as he ran up to it and pulled out the blood soaked piece of metal. As he did another banshee extended her arm in a stabbing motion towards his head. In response he used the corpse of the first one as a shield. Now he used the moment to try and hit the second but a third jumped straight at him. Somehow he shifted his weight to his upper part and leaned enough to avoid the blow yet it did pierce the skin on his forehead causing blood to drip down to his eye. Next thing he knew the pipe he used earlier was on its way bashing the head of the third banshee. However now the second was free and a fourth and fifth was approaching. At this moment he had an idea. First he ducked and swept the second horror of it's feet. now he grabbed it's leg and threw it into one of the two closing in. Next the fifth one tried to slash his torso but he just vanished for a second and reappeared behind her. A mad laugh was let out as he grabbed it's hands and pulled them back yet not touching the blade. He then used one of the arms (on which he had broken most of the bones during rough handling) and used it to chop off the monsters other arm creating a arm/knife thing. "Hahahahahaaha! Misguided projections I am the predator here! Hahahaha!" He shouted midst all the fighting with a smile that can only be described as demonic.
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Orome whistled "phewwwww.(imadgine that's the wisthle sound) That is one weird ... thing." the whistle was enough to get their attention. 'Oh brother ... So now what?' He thought and looked around. There seemed to be some pipes along the wall where he entered. He kicked the lower part so he could rip off the entire pipe. "Look's like high school all over again." He said and held the pipe similar to how you hold a spear. 'So what are my options? Fight the swarm or run away? ... Well as much as i'd like to ... Forget it i'm fighting!' He said to himself in thought. There was something else aside from the sprint he did earlier a strange feeling of balance was all through his body. 'I get it now. This is a dream. And i'm in the center of it. So if i think something it will happen. In truth this might just be the game i always wanted. So let's see how far i can get.' He whirled the pipe as if it were a staff and shouted: "HEY YOU UGLY SACKS OF MEAT! I'M STARTING TO GET BORED OVER HERE!!!" (did i include in the bio he's a psychopath?)
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Orome was late in venturing out of his "room" The place they were in didn't seem all to friendly although it gave him a vibe he liked. it didn't take long for his instincts to emerge and start running around. He noticed some people heading down into a room pretty close by so in his nature he followed. Then the rumbling. He slid down the floor (blinding speed mode and go through the door leading to testing/research. Something told him that way would be more entertaining. before he knew it he was already inside. 'That's new' He thought as he looked down to his legs. It didn't feel any different and in the end it could have just been some distraction or something. He did hear the mention of Olympians and something about eating infected to his cell but that was about it. 'Let's see what's in this joint.' He thought to himself and looked around.
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Name: Orome Diarmuid Age: 24 Gender: Appearance: Atomics: Olympian Bio: Details of his birth were never given since he was a illegitimate child of some diplomat. He was in a semi run down orphanage for most of his life until he ran away to join the circus. He switched jobs often but always had something extreme up his alley. He learned from a small time group of stunt men and eventually became completely immersed to life on the edge. As time passed his daredevil personality and nearly suicidal stunts made people question if he was human. His personality is as addicted to adrenaline as they get with him always doing something stupid. Otherwise he likes to mess around and randomly give nicknames to people. His joker attitude also pissed of some people but was widely regarded as a good sense of humor. Skills: scout Abilities: blinding speed, parkour Lazericabyss
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the ninja manga store worker ... Awesome idea
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After Andreas was sent smashing through the wall his soul wavelength spiked like crazy. There was a moment of cracking and all the broken bones from the crash were regenerated. He looked towards his brother. "Go on Jasper! We got the behemoth!" He shouted. Then black blood started spraying out of Melusine's mouth. There wasn't much time before the black blood infected Jasper. This caused him to laugh uncontrollably. "You realize that I already gave way to madness a long time ago." He now turned to the hovering woman. Awenia spoke "Master. Don't reveal your power just yet." "I know. I'll just toy with her a little." He replied and made his way forwards. His steeps made a strange sound at first in a matter of steps he was literally walking on air. "Pardon me! But could you finally stand and show me if you're worth the effort!"
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"Around floor 50 or so. I forgot the number. I think it was 54. And that's about it." Said Glenn whilst quickly checking his teammates level. "so what kind of player are you anyway? A tank, heavy hitter, support etc? I'm kinda support so don't expect much." He continued. Getting an idea of each others capabilities was probably the best thing to do. If all goes well then it should let them get through the boss with no major difficulties. The meeting should start soon and it's doubtful that either of them would get the last hit bonus ... unless a miracle happens that is. First things first. Supplies, party load outs and the meeting.
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I aint done with this rp just yet so something is bound to still happen
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That caught the musician off guard. Yet again the situation stayed the same: 1. meet a person who seems nice 2. form party with that person 3. work as a housewife for that person 4. person shows his true colors and ... yea So the reaction he gave was: "Sure why not... Thing Is I honestly don't have much combat skills. I can wave a spear around pretty well and I guess I can do the basic combos but in all honesty ... I suck at fighting." He frowned for a second but shook it off. "I can do other stuff doe." For a second it seemed almost imperative he give an example. "I cook and I can play the lute and uh ... That's about it ..." the depression made him think again 'I'm still useless aren't I?' Then he sent the friend request before the party request as was sort of his trademark.
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Glenn just finished his song and received a clap. "Uhh ... Thanks I guess. It's not really that good tho." He stopped his little concert and bowed as was his usual reflex. He had to look upwards to speak however as his height wasn't really something to brag about. Alistair looked like a giant to him ... ok that's exaggerating but it kinda looked that way. "Glenn Maestro at your service. You may have heard of me from the beta test tho I wasn't really well known." He started but then examined The man a bit closer. "Forgive the mention but You're going towards the floor boss aren't you? ... I can only think of two scenarios. One is that you are on your way to a party meeting or something and the other that you don't have a party." He said with a number of hand gestures. He put his lute away meanwhile pulling his hood over his head as a bunch suspiciously resembling his former party say: "we're gonna kill that cook"
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Glenn was having some problems with the "team" he was with. Not only did he have to cook and work for everyone but most of the item expenses came out of his own pocket. What's worse if this kept up he would be bankrupt pretty soon. As the situation called for he left the party despite knowing some of the people IRL. 'What the hell do i do now?' he asked himself as he looked at his level. It was enough if he would party but going solo was a little to much. In all disappointment he was left wandering the streets . The one thing he could do now was take his lute out of his inventory and start playing. ( He is playing the first soundtrack (3.54) I'll post the music here: )
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Wlynn followed Ailder closely since she wasn't sure if she made the right procedure. "Don't strain yourself. Besides what could ..." She stopped talking as she saw the city again. In all honesty she felt relieved that volcanoes were out of the picture. the city welcomed her with a pleasant breeze before she looked at Ailder. "Um ... You fell ok? the process should have ... Oh wait ... Um sorry I'm bad at making small talk." She tried to get a friendly conversation going but didn't know how to. Instead all she could do was squeeze out a little voice that sounded downright like a squeal.
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Bard incoming Name (In-game, not real name): Glenn Maestro Age: 14 Gender: male Appearance: Bio: He was in the beta test a while ago and fell in love with the game instantly. He was one of the people who rather had fun than leveled up so his level was low even in the beta test. He is however very knowledgeable and often acted as a event planner or sometimes party manager. After the beta test was completed he just felt incredibly empty so he wanted to once more visit the world of Anicrad. And so his daily life passed with no excitement. In his boredom he got even further into mmorpg games until finally hearing that SAO was out. He left in a frenzy to claim a copy for himself and finally reenter his happy world. Skills: Hiding Musical instrument cooking weapon is a two handed assault spear. My favorite is probably Pale rider or Diavel even tho they're insta killed
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cool the team is almost ready.
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no activity in the misfit group so it should be fine for us
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Yea that's Wlynn
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I'll see about joining. This brings back memories of one of my failed characters
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Name: Alex Kidd Gender: male Age: 14 Series: Alex Kidd Picture: Background: After the disappearance of King Thunder Radaxian, the planet Aries is thrown into chaos. A usurper, Janken the Great, kidnaps the next in line to the throne, Prince Igul, and his fiancée Princess Lora. Many of the citizens are turned to stone through Janken's magic. Alex learns from a dying man that he is in fact a lost member of the Radaxian Royal Family, son of King Thunder and brother of Prince Igul. Alex sets out to discover the whereabouts of his father, rescue his brother, restore the kingdom, and destroy the monstrous minions of Janken. After he defeats Janken The Great, Alex restores peace to Radaxian, and that the people who were turned to stone by Janken are returned to normal. In the city, Egle is crowned King of Radaxian, and Alex Kidd, with his martial arts, takes the position of Defender of the City, although his next goal will be to find his father, King Thunder. Personality: Alex is one of those people with a naturally strong charisma and a very upbeat personality. He dosn't think things over too much but he does have some kind of idea what he's getting himself into. Aside from that he is very sensitive about people calling him "monkey boy" Should the word arise that person is a goner.
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(time for the king's entrance) Dharc was sitting in the throne room supporting his head with one hand and waiting for the next reports. "Sire we have reports of some of your men being captured." Said a man dressed in royal robes. Dharc turned his expression sower. The war was a massive problem and a swift victory was the best solution he could think of. "So what some die more come and seek glory. I think that's a fair trade." a merchant spoke in a displeased tone. The others argued almost simultaneously saying that it is in the country's best interest to keep the war going. The king only put his hands on his head. There was literally nothing that could be done. Deciding it was enough he slammed on his throne. "SILENCE!" He shouted and began thinking. Of all the ideas he could muster up only one was enough that he could make the deaths worthwhile. He began tapping the throne and soon stopped. "I see that you lack compassion sir merchant. War , war , war ... profit, profit, profit ... That was a summary of your minds. As such i shall not deny the riches it brings but when all is said and done even if a mountain of gold would be gained for every dead soldier it would not pay the value of a life." He walked down the throne room and stopped at the center of everyone. His speech was full of gestures with his hands and a confident voice. "It is not to hate but to love I am born. However none have thus far been compassionate enough to see that what we are currently saying goes against everything we stand for. King be thou for the people. That is my way of life and i will not stand someone tarnishing my name!" There was a moment of silence until Dharc spoke again. "And thus I say to god and devil alike. A king is someone who leads and none thus far have showed any ability to lead. And so it falls to me to make amends for your mistakes for your barbaric way of thought. I shall depart for the front lines with my personal guard to either negotiate of slaughter to free those who have been captured!" He finished knowing full well that whatever he will do from here on out be one big gamble. His footsteps echoed through the throne room as if that was some sort of holly voice to the others. The second the doors closed behind him and nobody was looking he fell to his knees. 'What the hell did I just do?' He asked himself in thought and stood up. It had been a great deal of time since his blade was soaked in blood and doing so once more was not in his intentions. A number of hours later he gathered 100 men from his personal unit in the courtyard. He looked in their eyes and sighed. These men were on alchemic drugs since birth. Their mind was long gone leaving only the augmented body. They are mindless puppets that will serve him no matter the order. The entire group followed in complete silence as they all rode out full gallop towards the front lines.
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No its pretty obvious
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Name: Luck C O'Donnell Age: 25 Appearance: Personality:upbeat, excitable, energetic and loves to joke around. He is the kind of person who treats everything like a joke and a game. His attitude to others borders to that of a prankster and a thrill seeker psychopath who loves adrenaline. He always smiles regardless of the situation and never looses his cool. Apart from that he has a problem with authority and an even bigger problem with people who follow the rules. Backstory: Luck was born in the lower middle class allowing him to spend a great deal of time on his own pursuits. At the age of 10 he was orphaned due to an experiment his father had. It was also the day he lost his right arm. As time passed he didn't want to sit back and feel sorry for himself so he took up two very dangerous hobbies : explosives and free running. Form that point on he just escalated levels on the crazy scale daily. At the age of 16 he was a law breaker and a mobster. His skills in acrobatics were incredible even with his handicap so avoiding the law enforcement organizations was easy. At the age of 17 he was involved in yet another explosion but it had less of an effect. That was the time when he met a girl in her early teens named Catherine who nursed him back to health. the two became fast friends and shared a brother-sister bond. It was from her that he received his right arm. After the incident he became a street performer and "magician" since he knew plenty of tricks with fireworks and knives. At the age of 21 he started working at a local workshop in addition to his stuntman career. However it didn't last long since a officer remembered him and had him chased down. His escape abilities and methods of using explosives caught the eyes of the council and got him an invitation to the reborn project. Special Skills: sapper, knife handler, free runner, climber, acrobat Special Gadgets: goggles made for seeing further and in the dark, prosthetic arm (equipped with grappling hook, knife, drill and a one shot gun) Special Weapons: revolver, lots of small throwing knives, and a good amount of explosives. Extra: speaks in a Brooklyn accent Name: Catherine Decivin Age: 21 Appearance: Personality: Kind, friendly, caring and modest. She likes to be with people and talk. Normally she is very respectable to others and never goes out of line. She tries to keep her atmosphere as lighthearted as possible. Backstory: She was born in higher middle class and shows to be well educated. At the age of six she was sent to school where everyone envied her incredible intellect. Before she was able to go continue her education her father decided to marry her as soon as possible. She was 12 when she first met her fiance but rejected him. From there she was sent to her uncles workshop where she learned about all kinds of technology. In no time at all she was called a genius again. At the age of 14 she found a teen in an alley partially wounded and missing an arm. She took care of him and quickly got attached to him. Soon one of her best inventions surfaced in order to help him: a prosthetic arm. After she successfully attached it to him she even managed to convince the stray to get a job and go clean. After a while her inventions got more and more complex until it reached the eyes of the council. The reborn project invitation found its way to her. She immediately convinced Luck to join with her as he was not planning to join at all. Special Skills: vox operator (communications), inventor, scientist, cartographer, herbalist, cook Special Gadgets: keyboard cuff, vox transmitter, vox receivers (pocket version), cooking equipment, navigation equipment Special Weapons: Handgun, electroshock Extra: N/A
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Sweet I'm joining this
