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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\"         Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days |
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I prefer anime-ish style as well. I can't wait to see  |
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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Needs to be elsewhere.
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*swoosh*
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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Apparently, I mistyped my password for my account, "Clockworkz_M", and now I can't log in, because I don't know what typo I made.
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If any GM or Erk or anyone can PM me my password, I'd like that a lot. (restricted) | (restricted) | (restricted) |
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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base color with a new shading technique for the hair.
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here. i only hav francine done so far, so that's why i cropped her out. it's getting late. i need sleeps.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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I don't see Children of Bodom on the list.
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I am not interested.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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Shading was started. Only on the parts you see more detail. Feedback needed |
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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March 6th, 2009
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Chicago, Illinois 11:52 PM Chicago is a bustling city, and a center of attraction for tourists on most nights. Livliness lines the streets. However, there is one section of Chicaago that remains dark and drelict. In this section of the city, on the outskirts, an ominous looking building sat upon its foundation, looking down to the streets below. A streetlight flickers on outside, illuminating this derelict looking structure. It resembled a Train Station, but consisted of three floors, all of which were dark. It wasn't teh stories that were noteworthy, but the sublevels underneath that were the most amazing. Nearly 200 feet deep of space was made for te housing of weapons of destruction, researched and funded by the United States Government. This is the base of operations for the societ known as "Incognito", named after the codename of the man in charge. What Incognito does is, they hire mercenaries. The strongest, most in-tuned mercenaries the world has ever known, in order to carry out various missions across the globe to further the agenda of the Government. New arrivals awaited the man clad in a black suit as he stared out the second floor window. He had sent for them, and they were to arrive tonight. He stroked his goatee thoughtfull as he played with the idea of commanding his new recruits, especailly after all his old ones either quit or died. He was at base 1. Soon. Very soon he thought. This next mission must be accomplished. And they will be the ones to do it.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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It's up.
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Just as a heads up.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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He could clearly the explosion, and feel it as it rocked the foundations. He smirked, and reassured himself.
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"That's one." He smoothly got to his feet and walked down the stairs, as he saw his new mercenary face to face. "There was a door, you know. At any rate, it's coming out of your pay. Glad to finally meet you. Do you have your application that I sent you?" He smiled thorugh his sunglasses, a smile deeper than death. This was going to be interesting.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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He took the paper from him calmly and smiled.
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"I like your attitude. You'll make a fine addition to our forces. If you don't mind taking a seat in the commons room whhile we wait on our other recruits, what say?" He held out his hand and motioned him to exit into a room on his left, fiiled with elegant furnisihngs and a crimson red carpet. "I always try to make guests feel at home. It shouldn't be much longer now." He folded up the application and placed it in his pocket and felt the draft blow over his face. I do hope that matenience will fix this hole for me soon, he thought to himself. I hope the rest won't be as... explosive....
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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EDIT: Cairoi ninja posted me.
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He looked through his shaded glasses to her and admired her calm complexion. An aluring woman. Could she really be a deadly mercenary? He smirked at the thought of her kicking ass on the battlefield. "Miss Kara Winchester. Welcome to my organization," he stated calmly as he took the papers out of her grip. "Please; make yourself comfortable. Perhaps you'd be interested to speak with Spartan, your new ally. Now, I must wait on my other arrivals, so if you need anything..." He glanced over his shoulder as he walked away from them, "Feel free to ask." As he made his back to the entrance, he noticed the stealth agent in the trench-coat holding his papers out. "My goodness. You almost startled me. Good to see you made it... Dynasty." he said after reading his name on the application. "Do come in. You're the third one so far. Only several more to go. Then I can brief you. Please; have a seat in the commons room and converse if you wish." He looked over his glasses to his new recruit. "I look forward to seeing how well you progress with us." (Last edited by The Shredder on 06-30-06 05:17 PM) (restricted) |
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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Harrisson grew irritated and pained at the child's incessant bawling, and through the sonic blasts of magic, managed to pull out his gun, and aimed it at the child's head.
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"Sh-shut... UP! Shut up, goddammit!" He fired a shot that grazed Dalit's hair, and a few pieces of hair fell away from the bullet hole in the wall, then crouched down next to Dalit. "I won't ask you again, kiddo. You're being a real pain. Maybe it'd hurt more if your mother's well being was at stake. Rght, boys? We haven't had anything to play with in a while" Several of the men grinned. He then got up from his crouching position, and sauntered over to Morrigan. He looked at her with the kind of general malaize that only one as demented as he could attain. He grabbed her left breast, and spoke into her ear. "I'd worry more about keeping him quiet for your sake, more than his." With that, he backed down, and motioned for the troupe to keep moving towards the exit and back to the prison vehicles.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 955 days Last activity: 955 days
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Name: Danny Richwyne
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Age: 26 Story: The Tragedy of the Witches Appearance: Scraggily dark brown hair, and rectangualar glasses upon is thin face. A full goatee is adorned on his face. Danny's thin and tall. Lanky, if you will. He dresses all in goth/metal-head clothes. His shirt as of now is a black Slayer T-shirt, depicting a demonic skull devouring souls, or something aong those lines. His pants are black, baggy cargo pants, filled with many pockets. A chain hangs off the right-hand main pocket. He also wears large, black boots that come up to mid-shin on his feet. He can usually be seen with a cigarette in his mouth, and a pentacle around his neck. Personality: Although he looks kinda scary, Danny is a kind-hearted soul whose eyes have seen unknown torment. He can be a carefree and kind, but changes his tone around people that rub him the wrong way. People like Catholics. Abilities: After traning alone for so many years in the forbiddin art of witchcraft, he has mastered all the vagaries of the element of fire, and can command it to his will. Weapons: None. Just his Craft. (Last edited by The Shredder on 07-01-06 02:47 AM) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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