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Traxien Cion

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  1. I didn't even know we had a third admin. You sir, are a ghost

  2. You're alive...

    1. Traxien Cion

      Traxien Cion

      I couldn't die if I tried.

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    Drip Drip Drip The light in the tavern has been completely extinguished. The younger brother hadn’t anticipated returning to this place; actually, he didn’t want to return. The food and service were bad. He had told everyone he knew how bad it was, actually. But still, his lack of desire to return to this shack of a tavern was overshadowed by his desire to not have peacekeepers trying to play touch butt with him. Except that new one, Lisa. He had a thing for her, even before she was a peacekeeper. It’s why he only shot her a little bit. Not the whole way, which he could’ve done. No, he had a plans for that girl. Drip Drip Michael is pressing a woman by her throat against a support beam. She looks like she may outweigh him, but he’s holding her almost a foot off the ground without any effort. Her eyes are bulging and her lips are blue. The interior of the tavern is littered with dead bodies. It happened so quickly that the bartender didn’t even see it occur. At one moment, the tavern was a bustling venue and the next, people’s heads were suspended from the ceiling, their bodies were turned inside out, and some of their arms are arrayed like bowling pins, where the man who was now holding her neck was using the head of a young woman as a bowling ball. It didn’t roll well, so he got frustrated and crushed it under his foot, sending brain matter splattering everywhere. “What’d you tell them?” he asks. It isn’t that he doesn’t know. He’s well aware of what she said and to whom. He can see into her mind like it’s his own, which is why this line of questioning is so attractive to the younger Tullin. The terror it creates gives him the best half chub. Or three quarter. “The sign…” she muttered. Michael’s eyes light up. “OH! That was great marketing, wasn’t it? I didn’t think we’d find someone so quickly.” “Please… let me go.” Michael shakes his head and digs his fingernails into her neck. A trickle of blood runs down his hand, but turns away as if coming into contact with some preternatural force before it can touch his sleeve. He backhands her. “DON’T BLEED ON ME, BITCH!” Drip Drip Drip The woman looks toward the source of the noise in the low light of the tavern. There’s a bisected upper half of a body hanging from one of the rafters. The spine has been forced into the victim’s mouth, giving the appearance of autofellatio, but with a spine. Michael thought it was cute. “The dripping is distracting, isn’t it?” It stops. “What else did you tell him?” Before she can answer, there’s a low rumble and the ground shifts just enough for the torso to fall off the rafters and onto a table with a loud splat. “He…my mind.” “Oh. That motherfucker,” Michael mutters. With his free hand, he pulls the revolver from its holster. The women’s eyes explode with fear and she starts struggling to get away, but it’s futile. The devil’s grip is too tight. She can see the shadow rising off of him, further darkening the place she had called home for so many years. Why did it have to happen like this? Who will take care of Bobby? “Oh. I’ll take care of your son. Don’t worry. Also, you're terrible at your job,” Michael says. He puts the gun to her head and pulls the trigger. It explodes in a torrent of purple energy, and her entire body disintegrates into nothing. Michael gestures with his hand, and the entire establishment bursts into flame. He exits the building and, later, Casper, leaving many more fires scattered throughout the city. If one were to take an aerial view of the flames in question, they’d see the carefully crafted image of a bird of prey. A hawk.
  4. SUUJALI Type » Animal (Quadriped) Temperament » Hostile (Creatures that exhibit extreme aggression and senselessly attack or lock onto their targets without breaking pursuit.) Sapience » Constructed Size » 4m avg height; 9m avg length Weight » 4 tonnes Location » Wastelands Environment » Desert Organization » Pack Special Abilities » Magic resistant and ultra-durable carapace Drop Items » Dagger sized claw (1-69%); Armor sized carapace (70-80%); Suujali pup (81-99%) Suujali are species of wolf-like quadripedals found in the wastelands of Terrenus. They are extremely large and aggressive, which is part of the reason why the travel into the wastelands is prohibited. They range from ten to fifteen tall at the shoulder and typically weigh between one and two tons. Unlike wolves, these creatures have no fur, and their skin is described as being darker than the abyss itself. This makes them almost impossible to see at night, save for their glowing red eyes. Suujali are also said to have the ability to burrow into the ground. These beasts have three main weapons: their large claws [~five to eight inches in length], a whip like tail, and an almost indestructible carapace that covers their head. Suujali are completely immune to all forms of magic (including psionics) and fire, but are vulnerable when faced with conventional weapons. Due to their strong skin, only weapons derived from Vakar or any of its alloys are useful against the Suujali, at least in the hands of normal men. A large steel blade, if sharp and carrying sufficient momentum, would be able to cleave through the Suujali as if they were any other beast. Their greatest strength in melee lies in their massive size and agility. (Note that magical effects can still harm them, like a summoned rock storm.) The carapace is the most valuable part of the Suujali, because it retains its magnificent qualities even after the beast is killed [indestructible and immune to magic]. Vakar seems to be the only metal capable of cutting and therefore shaping the carapace. The skin, while durable, does not retain any extraordinary qualities and will also decay if not treated.
  5.   How many points?
  6. One of the baddest women in Terrenus:    Character Name: Lisa Woodrow Visual Age: 32 Actual Age: 32 Hair Color/Length: Black, medium (bit more than shoulder length. is often in a ponytail. straight.) Eye Color/Size: green, almond-shaped, large Height: 6ft Weight: 171 pounds Species/Race: Human Build: Athletic.  Think Ronda Rousey: Personality: Zealous, pragmatic, reticent, generally kind outside of combat operations Do you have other artwork of your character?  Just some stuff I ripped off DA.  Nothing definitive to the character, but do show a general idea.  Can be found here: Is your character linked to anything that might have a copyright: No. Tell me what makes your character special [maybe even give me a brief history lesson] : I'd say just read the profile.
  8. Do you think your zodiac sign accurately describes you? My signs are Taurus/Snake.  I mean, I'm stubborn.  The similarities end there. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 5, type the 5th line. "The arithmetic control unit (ALU) carries out all arithmetic and logical operations." What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word "winter"? Well, shit. Describe a sound you really like. I love the sound of the solid rocket boosters on a shuttle during lift off.  There was always something about space and space travel that captured my imagination.  I think that sound embodies it and the human desire to transcend limitations and keep moving forward. What would you want written on your tombstone? Either "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair" or "I'm not wearing any clothes." What’s the craziest thing that’s ever happened to you? I guess it'd probably be the time I accidentally choked myself almost-to-death.  I was really young and was making necklaces out of wire ties with my sister.  My mom saw this, freaked out, and grabbed a knife to cut it off.  This spooked me, so I said I'd take it off myself.  When they didn't have anything inside of them, the wire ties could be reset by pushing them all the way through, so I thought I could remove it by doing that, but my neck was in the way, and I started choking myself instead.  My mom sent my sister to her room so she didn't have to watch me die, but it turns out that I'm pretty hard to kill; I hung on for the 15-20 minutes it took the ambulance to arrive.  And that's how I became an administrator on Valucre. If you could get transported to any fantasy universe, where would you go? Be warned, it's a one-way trip! Whichever one sucks the most because fuck it, why not?  Leisure's boring.
  9. Oh! Pretty name Traxien. Pleased to meet you. I'm new, but your name gave me moment's pause. Don't mind if I befriend you. I'm befriending all the staff for convenience. :)

  10.   As long as it needs to be and never any longer.
  11. Mean Girls is one of my top 15 favorite movies.
  12. This is the best piece I've seen in this section so far, although my sample size is small and doesn't include anything else remotely impressive, so take the compliment with a grain of salt. That said, you have a lot of potential, especially since you're only 17. I'd work on cutting unnecessary adverbs (most) and avoiding tropes. The pacing and framing is well done, as is your painting of the scene. Keep up the good work and don't stop trying to improve!
  13. Also, explosions.