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Xeios You WANKER!         Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5073 days Last activity: 1383 days |
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| ooc- Anyone who thinks they can take me.
The sun was low on this ancient graveyard of sand. Bones littered the walking space. This land, was known as a resting ground for men of all different races, colors, and sexes. Creatures have met their magnificent ends here, and at the end of this day, one more shall rest among the bones of their anscestors. A face with no name rested atop the large ribcage of a dragon. A wind blew through this ungodly land, unsettling dirt, and sendng the stench of thousands of years of death. The face crinkled with the scent, but passed this notion by quickly. White hair fluttered back, eyes shone of yellow, teeth of pearl white. An unsettling silence was about the area, the man's cloak did not move in this wind. It seemed to be tainted by the evil in this world, and weighed down by the power it has harnessed. The man's cloak was of a blood red, and made of a very thick material. One of his arms could be seen poking through a sleeve hole, the other was placed comfortably in the cloak. The arm that was seen was covered in bandages, and at his hand was a glove. The glove was black and made of leather. There was an opening on the back of te hand, and a large circle in the palm. The circle held in it a tatoo of an alchemy circle. The man's back shone with the setting sun. There was a circular hole in the center of the cloak, revealing the bandages underneath, as well as, the inking of a yin-yang on the bandages. But the design did not stop there, it was much more intricate and trailed along up the center of his back, and down to the small of his back. Making jagged spikes jut out from every direction. Weapons were slung on the dragon's ribcage beside him, carlessly left and almost unwanted. The man awaited opposition, would this be a game, or a test of life. |
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Jobes Car Joe  Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6008 days Last activity: 5007 days |
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| OOC: I am going to take it is getting pretty dark so it is kind of hard to see features.
White Hawk appears infront of the unknown man. He continues sitting and praying to his god for guidance. His chants echoes the air in the Ancient Language of his people... "Shose Tose Comos" He looks around noticing a strange figure infront of him. He raises from the ground wearing his tan Native American Pants and his Ancient Armor Plate. In the dim lighting his face is almost pitch black but one scar is noticeable which runs the length of his right cheek. His long brown hair blew in the wind revealing his redish orange eyes. He is fully standing revealing his small stature of only 5' 6. His trusty native american Tom-a-Hawk is in his right hand while Hell Vice is in its sheath on the ground at his feet. He glances a grin towards the unknown man. " So did we come here to dance or to fight?" (Last edited by Jobes on 01-03-06 07:59 PM) |
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