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    Poll - Valucre theme

    Light theme, because that's what it's been set to since I joined.
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    Terrenus Bounty List [need bounty hunters!]

    Well, so much for having something to do. Thanks for clearing that up.
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    Terrenus Bounty List [need bounty hunters!]

    So, I have a character I'm wanting to put a bounty on, but they're crimes are just backstory things I made up when I made him and haven't put in writing, in form. So my question is whether or not I would have to either put the details on his character sheet or something else.
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    Custom rank title 11

    I almost forgot to enter!
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    Noteworthy heroes

    Spiderman. Marvel, of course. Spidey's been my favorite superhero for as long as I can remember. Not because of the comics, but because of the games and movies. There're a lot of noteworthy superheroes out there, sure, but there's only one amazing Spiderman. He was just normal guy that happened to be bitten by a radioactive spider and got superpowers, and he decided to use those powers for good.
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    Harsh Training (Tiandi Wushu)

    "Whatever. Weirdo." Trey watched Jinsoku start walking out when Ren stopped him. He didn't pay attention to what he said to Jin, nor did he care to ask. When they began walking back, he went along with them, more than ready for Rens next lesson. He knew all too well that results don't come overnight, but he hoped that it would be something that could at least quicken the pace a bit. He watched as Ren prepared to show them his technique, expectations high. He was blown away, almost literally, by Ren's intense ki summoning. "What the hell! He's been holding out on us!" He listened carefully to Ren's explanation of his ki channeling exercise. It was simple enough, but he repeated it multiple times in his head to ensure he wouldn't go forgetting it. Then Jin began his attempt at the technique. He watched as Jin prepared himself and began channeling his ki. It wasn't as spectacular as Rens demonstration, but with his hair standing on end, and the bright flame-like aura and sparks dancing around him, it wasn't short on flashiness. "You love making everything you do super dramatic don't you? Am I the only normal person around here?" Trey let out a sigh and got ready for his attempt. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, going over Rens exercise again. He followed it exactly strating with building ki in the pit of his stomach and gradually circulating it through his chest to his arms, and then his legs, then repeating the process a few times, getting a feel for it. Each time, he would briefly emit a faint reddish glow. He took another breath, eyes still closed, then repeated the process again, this time maintaining a constant circulation. The glow emitted now became bright, now expanding into a bright red aura of energy surrounding his whole body. It didn't look fiery like Jins, more resembling a plume of plasma ejected by the sun. The red glow made his skin look even more red tinted than Jins. He opened his eyes, now also glowing a bright red, and looked at Jin. "First try. Nice."
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    ~*~Child Dungeon~*~

    Oxidus watched as Tafili disappeared into the small chamber. He began feeling a little nervous after the door closed, and the feeling was made even worse when the flashing lights and rumbling started. He now questioned if this whole thing was just an elaborate trap. But he was relieved when the commotion stopped, the door opened and Tafili emerged unharmed with a shield. All the noise and lights struck him as a little unnecessary for one little shield. After Tafili, it was Jersey's turn. Given his impression of the young minotaur, he found it difficult to imagine what kind of weapon he would return with. He was surprised when he came back with an ax in his hand and a collar similar to the orcs around his neck. At Jerseys declaration of being like his father, he took it to simply mean that he liked axes. Of course, he knew nothing of the boys father. The tales of his savagery didn't travel as far as his home world. He would've certainly been a bit apprehensive of Jersey if he did. He watched for a moment as Jersey gleefully gave his ax a few swings. He didn't know what to make of the collar, but it didn't seem to have any negative effects. He wondered if those tools alone would be enough, when he noticed the orc gesturing for Dan to go in. When Dan returned, Oxidus saw the dagger in his hand and question how such a small blade could be of any use. Ignoring the glow it emitted, it didn't seem all that special, though he then wondered if perhaps it was made to look small and relatively unassuming on purpose, to fool opponents into letting their guard down. Bearing this new possibility in mind, he then wondered what kind of power the small blade may really have. He didn't have much time to ponder the possibilities however, as it was now his turn. He sighed deeply before reluctantly stepping into the chamber. He was a bit surprised at how quickly the door shut behind him, but didn't think too much of it. The process began as normal, and he was mostly unfazed by it, but the light then flashed, and the rumbling grew even more intense, which hadn't happened for the others so far. Oxidus crossed his arms in front of his face and prepared for the worst. When the rumbling stopped and the light faded, he relaxed his arms, letting them droop down at his sides. He first noticed that he now had a collar on, and then noticed the note laid out in front of him. He was left shocked by what it said. "H-How does he know? He wasn't around when I got the potion. And I have really bad feeling about this collar..." He returned to the group, trying not to look nervous as he silently shuffled out of the chamber.
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    Harsh Training (Tiandi Wushu)

    "I have no idea what an order of force whatever is, and I don't really care. When my training here is done, I'm going my own way. If I should happen to run into any chaos, I'll take care of it on my own. No offence, but you guys would just get in my way." Trey has made it very clear that he's out for himself and no one else. He never cared for cooperating with others, preferring to do things his own way, alone. Training at a dojo meant making exceptions, which he accepted, although he didn't like it.
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    Custom rank title 10

    Not giving up yet.
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    Custom rank title 9

    And once again.
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    Harsh Training (Tiandi Wushu)

    Trey turned and looked at Jin with an eyebrow raised and a bored expression. "You've got a real flare for drama, you know that? Also, you still don't seem to understand why I've been so frustrated. I feel like I've barely made any progress since we started, and honestly, I'm surprised that I seem to be the only one who feels that way. It's not that the training is too hard, it's that it apparently isn't hard enough. I don't care how tough it gets from here, I'll do it if it means getting stronger. When our bodies ache and we feel like we're dying, that'll just mean it's hard enough. No pain no gain and all that, you know? Also, that cloaked guy is your old master? I knew you had to have training before you came here. You couldn't be such a good fighter if you didn't."
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    Harsh Training (Tiandi Wushu)

    If looks could kill, Ren would have surely dropped dead as Trey turned to face him, glaring daggers at the old master. "I should've already seen proof, you've sure had us working our asses out here long enough. Is this just your way of saying you've been taking it slow up until now? If that's that's the case you could've just said something. Gods forbid the great master could just tell us his motives without making us fight him first." He then turned back to Jin, his expression softened after expressing his frustration. "Well sparky, it looks like we won't need to have that match after all. At least not yet. I want to see what the old man has planned for us now." As he turned to go back towards the dojo, he saw the cloaked man who had just arrived. "Who the hell are you?"
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    ~*~Child Dungeon~*~

    "This guy is our guide? Great." This was the last thing Oxidus wanted to hear. He would have loved to have choked him out then and there, although the odd collar around his neck seemed to be doing a decent job of that. He couldn't tell if it was magic, machine, or a combination of both, but either way, it looked fairly advanced. It was hard to tell what its exact function was, but it seemed to be some kind of restraining device. He noticed that brighter it glowed, the harder it seemed to be for the orc to breath. Oxidus was sure to commit these observations to memory. At the mention of undergoing a screening process to receive a weapon, Oxidus scratched the area of his head between his horns in confusion. He couldn't think of a weapon the orc could possibly possess that would be of any use to him. After all, his cybernetically enhanced body was far stronger and more durable than that of a normal person, and he already a powerful plasma energy cannon in his arm. His whole body could be used as a weapon if need be. And his super speed, acute senses, lightning fast reflexes and diminutive size ensured that even laying a finger on him would prove a daunting task. He was a bit taken aback by Guest's swift devouring of the birds that pestered Jersey. One thing he could say for sure about the creature was that is was vicious and powerful. Not the sort of beast you would keep as a pet. Questions about it still buzzed around in his head, but they would have to wait a bit longer yet. He turned his attention to the hole in the wall the orc told them enter for the screening. He saw no reason why he should bother going through any sort of trouble for a weapon he likely wouldn't use, but as it was the only way to progress, he begrudgingly entered into chamber.
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    Harsh Training (Tiandi Wushu)

    Trey stopped and sighed, his patience at it's limit. "I say you can shove your little wager up your ass. I'm sick of being kicked around like it's no big deal. I have my reputation for a reason, and this isn't it. I'm the guy that put half the fighters in the underground scene in the hospital with spine injuries. Some of 'em are still there. I know that sort of thing probably doesn't matter to you, but it's a pretty big deal to me." Trey paused for a moment, looking away briefly before looking back at Jinsoku. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be in my position? What it means to have a rep like mine and the advantages it has? People who knew who I am and what I do knew to walk the other way when they saw me. They didn't dare try to fuck with me. Everybody left me the hell alone, and I liked it that way. If they could ever find out that I got my ass kicked by an old man, they'd laugh their asses off. I'd be a joke to them. That's all I am here, a joke." Trey took a breath and sighed again, then flopped down on the ground. "After all this time, I thought I'd at least be able to scratch the old bastard, but nothing's changed. Even if I used the technique I learned, I doubt it would've gone any differently. He's just too damn strong. Even if I trained my ass off for the rest of my life, I doubt I could ever reach a high enough level to match him. As it stands, I couldn't even match you. You're way faster, and probably even stronger. And even if I could conceivably find a way to beat you, you'd still drag me back, wouldn't you?" Trey rose back to his feet. "You know what? I changed my mind. I know you won't let me go without one good match, so let's just hurry up and do this so we can get back. First move's all yours."
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    Harsh Training (Tiandi Wushu)

    Trey groaned as he picked himself up, and muttered to nobody in particular, "Nice catch asshole." It's not like he didn't know what to expect, but this was one scenario in which he wouldn't have minded being wrong. He collected his hoodie and began walking off. "If any of this got back to Hell's Gate, they would never take me seriously again. I'm starting to think I'm just wasting my time out here. Wrestle around all you want, I'm tired of being tossed around. I'm a human being, not a fucking ragdoll." He walked by Mensa speaking to him as he passed. "Good luck, firebrand."