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Provided by: Laularu Kyrumo
Mar 7, 2008
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Have some Faith... They do... (Open)
This tip is currently ranked 0.0 out of 5 by the first few voters.
This isn't worth any gems... :P
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((Poster's note: Don't send in any characters that wouldn't help out. Also don't send any characters that might be deemed "too powerful". Thanks!)) Faith was, as usual, not happy. Her sisters had gotten in yet another fight and Joy had ran off into the forest. She never did understand what was Destiny's problem, but it must have come from the inexplicible fascination the youngest sister had with the color pink. Not too terribly strange, especially because she was the youngest only by three minutes. Faith always had to play referee when the two were at each other, which was often, and she should have enjoyed the rest. But it had been quite some time since the irrepressible happiness of her younger sister graced the tiny parentless household. Lucky that Destiny had her gift, or else the trio may not have lasted this long without their parents. It had eventually gotten to the point where Faith was fed up with waiting and decided to set out after the minature princess. Destiny warned aganst it, and not just because she wasn't fully calm yet. She claimed that she could see Joy in a good deal of trouble with the "animals" of the forest. Big mistake for Destiny if she wanted Faith to stay back; once armed with this new information she grabbed her blue spear and ran out the door. No was was she going to let her sister fall to some crazed, ravenous beast. No, this could just not be allowed to happen. Faith certainly had the look of a battle girl; the combination of her striking blue hair and glowing tan skin along with her well-built frame allowed her to fit the part much more cleanly. Already at an impressive 4'10" and 82 pounds (89 if you count the spear), it's almost a shame that Faith doesn't choose to pursue some offensive training. It would come in handy, seeing as she lives next to quite the muckhole of beasts. Faith doesn't dress for looks as much as for mobility, blue tights coating her entire body allow her enough stealth and speed to get around without arousing any of the nasty wildlife. Except for the fact that this was the exact course of action she had in mind this time around. It didn't take long to find what she had feared. Her sister, weaponless, too scared to use her power, and surrounded by Kyarndril. "Someone help! My sister's being attacked by monsters!" |
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((At the same time, I felt like giving you Joy's perspective:)) Curfew was invented for a good reason. In rural areas, it was to keep children from getting lost. In urban areas, it was because the pedophiles roam during the night. In areas near the forest, the curfew existed as a simple defense against the myriad of nasty creatures. But when one does not carry a watch and is too young to tell time by estimation without sunlight, the consequences can be disastrous. Especially to a young eight-year old girl by the name of Joy. The odds on her getting out alone were exceptionally slim, though, as she had wandered into the grasp of four Kyarndril; in no way, shape, or form are these friendly creatures. On any other day, Joy would look like the average young princess wannabe. Pink dress, pink tights, pink skirt, pink shoes, for some odd reason even her hair was a naturally pink color. She had the natural preppy attitude that would make most think she was a bit younger, but managed to keep up with the tough survival code. Now, though, she was stained with mud and soaked thoroughly; she also faces the very real possibility of being a meal. Lucky for her, the Kyarndril are busy circling her while trying to sort out who gets to eat her. Hunting in packs is never common with these creatures, as the entire body must be devoured in order to gain the form as one that can be shifted into. Kyarndril can shapeshift into any creature that they eat, although will always keep the trademark spike-lined twin tongues. It must be noted, though, that a Kyarndril can only acquire a form in its standard body; it is not unheard of, however, for them to feed in other bodies. A Kyarndril that eats any form of parasite can become devastating to any living being. "Oh, why d-d-didn't I li-listen to Mother ab-b-bout the forest? S-s-somebody h-help!" |
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Laularu Kyrumo
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Mar 7, 2008
(66 days and 4 hours ago)
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((Bah, I'm taking a while because half way through I'm deciding to use a different character. XD)) |
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Vyrwolf
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Mar 7, 2008
(66 days and 3 hours ago)
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((*has placed dibs on this one* :P *decides to be lazy like Vyr and just posts up a picture of Nico* http://tinyurl.com/2w8u87)) In the event where he had nothing to do, Nicolae decides to travel to places outside his home in the Hoseki Forest, a place to do battle where his traumatic memories would be forgotten and the only feeling left is...he'd rather feel emptiness rather than sadness. This was his escape after all. Even so, the overbearing blame that Sy puts him under, well, that story is left for later. His hand felt the rough texture of cold bark, signaling to him that he wandered into the forest. To those who meet him, they feel a cold, icy grip of a nameless fear, an aura that he emits naturally without cause, one that he has trained and honed to develop a lonely existence for himself, where no one would come to him so he would keep to himself. He was a Sidaemun, a class of creatures who appear in the night, doing the bidding of the Abyssal King. Now the curse that would bar him from the light is broken and he can do as he please in both night and day. Though the aura itself hasn’t diminished…But now, unfortunately, that aura currently weakened by a small black Labrador on his head that would breathe with his small tongue sticking out, wagging his tail happily on his head. A nice Valentine’s gift from Sy, curse her, now every single person in existence comes up to him and squeals “what a cute puppy!” Though he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of the damn thing, it barks whenever he runs into an enemy. He is blind, of course, but he had other ways of fighting, such as the Reaper’s Eyes… He heard a girl scream, and ran toward the source of it, with Lilia, the dog’s name, barking madly. He could see large white outlines circling a squirming light, pulsing quickly. Though from one look, one can say he had no heart, but he doesn’t delight in blood shed, even if he’s here to stop it. He pulled out two purple crystal spheres and cracked them. A purple mist spewed from the crystals and formed itself into a small dagger. He threw one at the monster’s feet. Whether it hits or not, a red circle formed around the dagger and from the ground tall red sharp crystals shot out, traveling in 90 degree angles to surround the girl in a red box. He hopes that the monsters would either be frightened or, in their stupidity, run toward them and realize that striking the crystals would only cut them. He has no knowledge the armor strength of the monsters. |
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Mar 7, 2008
(66 days and 3 hours ago)
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((Sorry, but that character doesn't work with this RP. I told you that already, I thought. It's okay. I'll make a different RP, perhaps?)) |
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Laularu Kyrumo
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Mar 7, 2008
(66 days and 3 hours ago)
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((It doesn't? Ya coulda told me that before!! T_T or did I miss it? Ah well)) |
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Mar 7, 2008
(66 days and 3 hours ago)
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((*Scratches out Nico out of this RP and runs off before she damages it further*)) |
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Mar 7, 2008
(66 days and 2 hours ago)
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((*Dances at getting to use his Roland-esque character.*)) A shot rang out, the sharp crack of igniting gunpowder filling the air with it's judging glare. Silence followed, however, as many were in shock of the sudden change of pace. A single Kyarndril fell over, a bullet wound visible in its forehead, breaking silence. Now that the pace change was noticable to the strange creatures, they all turned to face where the presumed the fire came from. As if accepting their silent challenge, the gunslinger appeared from his hiding spot. He was a gaunt man, almost a ghost. His complextion was pale, his demeanor giving off the feeling that he was always on the verge of death. One look into his hard, blue eyes changed all of that. He was experienced, he had faced hell, he had seen it all...It was all there in his cold, calculating eyes. They seemed to change him on the next glance, making him appear...robust. His attire was simple: a dark brown shirt with a V-neck, and even darker brown pair of jeans, and worn hiking boots. Slung across his waist in an X-pattern were his holsters. From the left one, the sandwood handle of a revolver stuck out. The right was empty, the old-style gun held in his praticed hand steady and ready to shoot on the next movement. His hair was messy, and more grey than black. He had the beging of a grey beard, but it was clean-shaven enough to not be very noticeable. He pulled back the hammer of the gun, and the chambers clicked into place, next shell ready to fire. He moved the barrel every so slightely, aimed at the forehead of the closest creature. His frown of concentration loosened for a bit, enough to allow a few growling words to escape. "Out. Both of you." |
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-Clark-
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Mar 7, 2008
(66 days and 2 hours ago)
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