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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move.         Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Matthew reached for his glasses and was awestruck at the sight before him. The woman with the pink hair. Brushing his hair away from his face, he moved over towards her. In the smoothest voice he could muster he said, "Hey, you uh, i mean, um, hi." Perfect, he thought as he rubbed under his eyes, trying to rub out the embarassment. | |||
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Matthew's heart sinks. Those self help classes haven't done anything, he should get his money back. Looking down into her eyes, he freezes. "Uh, I have to go that way," he said motioning the direction he walked from. Quickly spinning on his heel he slid his hands into his pockets. Matthew then found a nice corner to loathe himself in. Someone was talking about passcodes, what's a passcode? Best to just leave them to their own devices and just go with the group. Flicking on his gloves Matthew decided to play a song he wrote. Fingers moving elegantly as if his air guitar could exume notes. | |||
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Leone saw the boy, hidden by the shadows of the trees, save for the bright blue eyes. Leone tossed the apple in his hand softly to the boy. "Well Allan, why are you here?" A soft breeze pushed through the trees rustling the branches. Leone loved this place. The awkward feel of the soil against the soles of the feet. This place was far from normal, slightly more humid, and things seemed heavier in this orchard. | |||
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| "Ah call me Leone, none of that Mr. nonesense," He said catching the apple, looking at it in his hands he began to do something. "I'm the keeper of this orchard." Leone then looked up at the boy and tossed the apple back to him, the apple no longer had a piece missing. "How may I help you?" (Last edited by Squire Vince on 12-21-10 01:13 AM) |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| OOC:I win due to a certain...government's? lack of posts.
BIC: Leone stepped toward the boy and tapping his stomach with his cane, the boy's bowels burst outward until the child was swallowed by feces. End. (Last edited by Squire Vince on 02-16-11 02:12 AM) |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| The crowd was hushed with anticipation, none knowing the warrior their leader had in mind. The large wooden door swung open and for a moment nothing. The chamber seemed empty, but then from the shadows, a large ominous creature began to march forward.
The monster was large, with skin covered with spiky blue scales. It's hands and feet decorated with claws saturated in blood. The remnants of it's shackles still hanging from it's wrists and ankles, the creature stood almost ten feet tall. With each step out of the chamber it rhythmically slammed it's spiked tail against the brilliant sand. The voice boomed again filling the arena. "This is your opponent, Zalrab!" With that, the monster lifted it's head into the air and let out an incredible roar, revealing layers upon layers of razor sharp teeth. The creature then looked at the small human before it, then extending it's arms outwards it roared at him, as large wings unwrapped themselves from it's body, then wrapping themselves again. |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Zalrab had his black eyes on Phoenix the entire time, his shark's eyes scanning as his prey rushed to it's own slaughter. The figure's measily weapon would have a difficult time piercing the hard shell of Zalrab's scales but, best to not take chances. Zalrab leapt back, and opened his mouth again, this time though, no roar came. From between the rows of teeth came a bolt of energy turning the sand it struck to glass as it raced towards the boy.
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Zalrab moved his body almost at pace, with Phoenix's advances, keeping his distance was key. Unraveling his massive wings from himself, Zalrab kicked up the sand coating the arena floor hoping to gain cover in the thick dust cloud now filling the colosseum. Zalrab halted the beam and slowly and silently lifted his body out of the cloud. | |||
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Appearance: Wayne is 6'4, around 210lbs. Wayne is usually seen in a suit shirt (with tie), a trenchcoat, khakis, dress shoes. Wayne is about 30 years old. His hair is light gray bordering on white.
Background: Wayne was born in the year 3004, and due to a time traveling expedition gone wrong Wayne is trapped in (whatever time period he is fighting in). Wayne is a commando for the United Earth's Miltary. Weapons: Wayne uses a variety of firearms and blades that are housed in a pill form until they are activated, although some he keeps on his person at all times. Some of Wayne's weapons include: 1. Bolt Musket-Fires a "bolt" of energy at it's target. 2. High Speed MECHAgun- A smaller version of a minigun, using high velocity rounds. 3. Crowd Control Blaster- A shotgun like weapon that distributes a high powered pulse towards it's target. Wayne keeps two Blaster Hanguns on his person at all times. "Trina"- Blasts a lightning powered bolt. "Sally"- Blasts a fire powered bolt. |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| OOC:Timelimit reached.
BIC: As the fireball singed the air and dust beneath him Zalrab fixed on Phoenix's location, and hurled himself into a body slam, landing on, and coincedentally crushing Phoenix. (Last edited by Squire Vince on 02-19-11 02:21 AM) |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| "Fucking filthy assisstants," Spider shouted out loud, lugging a large duffle bag behind himself. The rain soaking him with each step he took. "I ask for one thing, a shit ton of guns to be brought and made into a throne for their new God, and what do i get." Tiny drops of water fell onto the mans bald head, rolling down his scalp over a small tattoo of his namesake. He wasn't dressed for this weather, wearing only a black suit jacket (left unbuttoned), black slacks, and combat boots. Spider noticed a man standing in the rain. It was then Spider looked around himself. "FUCK! They sent me to the damn past again, i'm going to feed them their intestines through a straw!" Shifting his glance back to the man. "Hey fuckhead, where and when am I?" | |||
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| As the words boomed in the crisp night air a bolt of lightning struck down upon an ordinary man, making him anything but. Adam had invoked the sacred word and now has become the world's deadliest supervillian. With speed and strength to match the big blue boy scout, and more cunning then the grinning mad man, Adam was ready to strike.
Slowly Adam entered the city. A bustling metropolis filled with very busy, very wealthy people. Adam had no need for their money, he wanted what every man truely wants, deep down. "Worship me, like the God I am, and I shall ponder sparing your disgusting little lives." Then with an almost gymnist like grace Adam clentched his fist and attacked a corner of a large building. His punch knocked out the corner and the building began to fall. |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Conner was a hunter, and like all good hunters, Conner knew how to think like his prey.
Wearing a tight zip up hoodie to disguise the rippling muscles just beneath, Conner walked into Tadsfield First National and stood in line. The pace was nice, and the people were cheerful. Conner liked this place and hoped to retire somewhere nice like this. As the man before Conner stepped away he grinned. "Today is a good day." said the man. He was about 40, chubby and short. As he finished speaking a frown formed over Conner's face. "Not for you, sir." and as he spoke Conner pulled his fist back and then let it fly. His hand may as well have been a shotgun blast because, the small fat man's stomach, heart, liver, left kidney, and most of his intestines were now splattered on the floor of the bank. And before anyone could scream three more people were dead. Now Conner just had to wait. |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Marcus stepped out of the smoky bar, gray tuffs followed him outside and dissapated into the air. Lifting his head Marcus searched the skies. Tonight, he thought, is going to be fun. As a few dark clouds rolled past a bright white moon illuminated the sky. It's beautiful glow revealed a midsized town with Marcus right in the middle.
Marcus took a deep breath, his chest protruding as he took on an almost primal appearance. His dark skin blended with the concrete, his muscles tensed and eased. His clothes breathe an air of professionalism. Dark shoes, dark pants, a white button up, a suit jacket. Marcus felt the reassuring weight of his pistol. OOC: Marcus is a werewolf grade 3, meaning that he can access a portion of his wolfen abilities without transforming, and gains full access when he does transform. This also means that he can choose whether or not to turn during a full moon. (Which is when he is at his strongest.) |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| The words were boastful. Marcus was never a dissappointment. With a deep breath taken in through his nose, he analyzed the man behind him. "AURA right?" Marcus turned to face the man. "And if I had to guess I'd say you're a pinch hitter." Marcus smiled revealing teeth just too big and just too sharp to be completely human. "Well good sir, you picked the wrong night to be in your line of work but, I know your organization doesn't take no for an answer so let's have at you." As the words crossed his lips Marcus lowered himself into a tight fighting stance. Feet spread shoulder length apart, arms bent at his sides, fists clentched. "Your move." | |||
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| OOC: Phoenix and I. Usual nonsense.
BIC: Daeron swept through the forest whistling lightly as he passed towards his village. The day had been long but good for the hunter. With his unique steel bow draped along his back lightly taping against his quiver with each step he felt reassured. Behind him in a sack lay the corpses of two boar, and three rabbits. The Eladrin were a kindly species and prayed long and hard for the animals that were killed for their sustanance. Daeron suddenly stopped a few yards from the entrance to his village, something was wrong. There was no singing, no bards, there was smoke. Daeron moved into the light. The flickering flames showed a slim face, scarred with the marks of his ancestors. Daeron stood 6'3 with a slim build, sleek leather armor was wrapped tightly over his body, with a steady hand he seized his bow and readied an arrow. Slowly he entered the burning village not sure of what he would find. |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Name: Vincent Jameson
Age:32 Sex:Male Home Nation:Ireland Reason: Banished Apperance: Vincent is a large man with a muscular build. Long gray/orange hair (including beard) worn down covering most of his face. Vincent wears maurauder armor, thick chest and shoulder plates with leather grieves, and boots. Weapon of Choice: Sledgehammer, and meat clever. |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| *Raises hand. I'll battle you, FX, feel free to start up the battle, i've been practicing. | |||
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| As the tendril hit the second automobile, the piercing screams of pedestrians grew more and more faint. Then through the high pitched squeals something else grew louder. A man in a very neat suit was walking and whistling along the sidewalk twirling a long black cane with a gleaming silver handle. When suddenly the events occuring caught his attention.
"Oy' there, I can't help but notice those bags, they look awfully heavy." Then with a grin, "would you like me to help you carry those?" |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4736 days Last activity: 4710 days |
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| Leone continued to whistle his tune as the ground cracked around him. "So that's a no? Well, I tried to be a gentleman." As he spoke Leone sprung himself into the air pushing his cane to the concrete and propelling himself (cane included) over the debris and towards his foe. |
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