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Post by tster123 on May 14, 2012 18:22:55 GMT -5
I wish to take up Soulknight on his somewhat of a challenge and prove I have more on my mind then what he says there is. therefore this will be an rp between us.
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Post by soulknight18 on May 15, 2012 10:49:07 GMT -5
Alrighty then, youre on! Show me the full extent of your POWER-I mean, writing skills. But out of curiosity, why Freak?
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Post by tster123 on May 15, 2012 10:54:52 GMT -5
Meh, it's the only one I remember...are there other choices more suited to this? I mean it is in Scotland, a very tough and large place to fight in.
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Post by soulknight18 on May 15, 2012 11:09:59 GMT -5
I have plenty to choose, though most of them have not been updated. I'm fine with Freak its just that he's a very oerpowered chaacter with very few weaknesses. But he is fun when he's just screwing around. But if I had to choose someone else, I think it would be Gabriel Samson, Skullface, or Dergma, though Skullface would be the best alternative to be honest. But hey, its up to you man, I already gave you enough shit early so I'm letting you have the reigns on this party wagon
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Post by tster123 on May 15, 2012 11:12:27 GMT -5
hmmm let's create people exclusively for this.
Creosote:*A rotting zombie wearing the fur pelts of royalty stumbles forward, holdign a large zweihander.* Victorrry.
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Post by soulknight18 on May 15, 2012 11:30:46 GMT -5
Like, on the spot, right now? hmmm...uh, sorry, i cant think of anything at this moment, so I'll try Gabriel since this is involving Zombies, what better character to add than one that is just as dead as well, right?
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Post by tster123 on May 15, 2012 11:57:50 GMT -5
yes.
Creosote: All the impure must diiiiee.
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Post by soulknight18 on May 15, 2012 12:19:04 GMT -5
Gabriel watched from a distance over the damp, grassy hill side. He had only just made it over to scotland only to find a bludgering ghoul spouting out the usual genocidal nonsense. Just another average day for a Deadwatcher as he always told himself distastefully. He had to make this kill swift, though, he had another agenda. According to his very resourceful assoiciate, another...individual, like him, was killed in this country and it was he was lucky enough to be assigned the task of investigating.
Once he pulled out his 12 gauge shotgun out of the holster strapped around his back, he charged down the hill, quick as wind and started fireing off with each pump as stripped shells flew passed him. "Over here, puss face!" He called out to Cresote's attention.
(by the way, whats the story behind Skalds and Shadows?)
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Post by tster123 on May 15, 2012 12:24:15 GMT -5
(It's a song I was listening too at the time. :3 Its basically slaves and shades.)
Creosote grinned, his skin shrunk against his skull. "Rise my Army!" the ground literal began to tremble and shake now. Skeletal feet arms and domes, rose up, the ground fogging over with dust now. As the dust settled an army of almost five hundred stood out of the shallow graves they had been put in years ago. "That one is the last of our enemies! let us go to Valhalla taking his life!"
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Post by soulknight18 on May 16, 2012 1:33:36 GMT -5
Gabe stopped the moment he saw the army of dead warriors rise from their ancient graves and was surprised by the numbers. "Okay, so this ghoul can summon MORE ghouls..." he muttered to himself, "Guess I cant use this anymore." he added with a dry, agitated tone, but he returned the shotgun to his holster and his eyes started to glow as yellow as the coming moon. He turned to his shadow and plunged his hand into the ground but was infact pulling out a great demonic scythe from out of the darkness.
"Wake...Nekrovelker", he commanded in a deep, demonic growl, and just as he ordered, a large glowing red eye with a narrow slit pupil instantly opened on the side of the blade. And once he had summoned his own power, Gabe dashed towards the closest group of skeletons and sliced them in half with a single swing. He then continued to kack, slash, slice, and carve out dozens among dozens of undead warriors were reduced to piles of sliced bones and scattered remains.
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Post by tster123 on May 16, 2012 14:19:27 GMT -5
The bits however didn't give up mortality easily. With each slash, some hand was grasping him, either his leg, or his shoulder, or a foot would sneak up from behind giving him an unkind boot to the ass. Creaosote, aimed a bow, the tip black, and rusty with darker magics.
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Post by soulknight18 on May 17, 2012 19:34:36 GMT -5
The persistant limbs of his fallen enemies were proving taxing and annoying as they started to hinder his mobility and movement. But the moment one of the bony feet decided to be a little humorious, his tolereance of the humiliation reached its limit. After an irritated growl in his throat, he retaliated by throwing a powerful swing with his scythe and then letting it go as it spun as fast as a buzz saw, zooming around him in a circle of 25 feet in diameter, spirling outward and then returning in the same motion. The counter attack was so devastating it literally reduced any skeletons to splinters. But he wasnt done yet, once Nekrovelker returned to his hand, he suddenly struck downward in an arking motion and left a deep scare in the earth with his blade. "Devour everything!" He commanded in a deep demonic growl and the newly carved crevice opened wider, like a mouth, and a spewing fountain of hellish crows bursted out, attacking at every direction. Murders among murders of crows clashed and overwhelmed the legion of dead soldiers as they engulfed and consumed like a wild fire. Some grouped up on a single ghoul and took it apart until they were pecking down on only the single limbs while others simply smashed through the skeletons like cannon balls. The air was booming with the sound of veangful black, demonic birds, cawing and screaming as they fought the army of ghouls.
And while the decimation proceeded, Gabe glanced at the Ghoul in charge, aiming straight at him with a bow and arrow, and noticed that the tip was seeping with dark, poisonous energy. Gabriel heard a familar, echoing whisper in his ear, warning him of what kind of damage it can do to him if it were to hit him. But in response, the Deadwatcher merely rose his arm at midpoint at the ghoul and curled, tauntingly, his two fingers back twice.
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Post by tster123 on May 17, 2012 20:14:29 GMT -5
Creosote fired, the arrow piercing the wind with a whistle. The arrow skewered several birds but they disentegrated on contact not making it's trajectory change at all. The dust and splinters of the dead rose, sticking int he brids wings and eyes, there skin and feathers being devoured by the dark magic that had been cursed into them
(Figthing fire with fire isn't the answer here...)
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Post by soulknight18 on May 17, 2012 23:21:47 GMT -5
(okay...?)
Gabe was able to see clearly how seemingly unstoppable the arrow was as it shot straight through several of his crows while its accuracy remained on its designated course. He could also recognise that it was only the arrow's head that was resinating with negative properties. He had to time it just perfectly, even with the abilities of a Deadwatcher, it was going to be extremely risky, but at the very last minute, he caught the stick of arrow, the tip inches from the pupil of his eye. With an unghased glare, he snapped the arrow with a single hand and shouted out to the Ghoul, "If you're going to atleast TRY and kill me, then you should act like a REAL scottsman and do it close range! Or did your balls just rot off under that musky, old skirt!"
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Post by tster123 on May 18, 2012 11:10:00 GMT -5
Creosote smiled as the tip barely knicked Gabe's clothes, a dark mucusy element beggining to engulf his clothes, a sizzle beign made now. Whatever it was it was insatiable and would not be stopped by any simple two second counterspell, whatever it was, would take a master at magic. Creosote smiled as skeletal crows rose up and began fighting there brethren, the skeletons raising again, holding their weapons afresh, and filled with undead energy loyal to their master even beyond the veil. "We'll see who has lost their powers mortal."
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Post by soulknight18 on May 18, 2012 19:01:29 GMT -5
Gabe was starting to look uneasy as he glanced around him, witnessing, not only some of the fallen crows that were suppose to evaporate after dying seemed to attack each other, but also the skeletons that still had parts left reassembled themselves and rose once more. Not to mention the lingering, poisonous energy that was starting to seap into his clothes was not helping his situation either. However, his expression seemed attentive now, as if someone was speaking to him, and for a moment, a crow, different from the others, eyes as yellow as red as blood, appeared and was perching on Gabe's right shoulder. It stared at the patches of remaining magic like they were stains and with a blink of the ghostly bird's eyes, the dark bits of energy were purged from his clothing. The crow had dissapeared once its task was done, and Gabe's expression suddenly relaxed again, but this time a potential aura started to envelop around him and his eyes glowed bright yellow again as his whole appearance was altered. In a sudden, booming flash, Gabe was 8 feet tall with huge black feathery wings, wearing musky black pants, red, leathery trench coat, a smutty wide brim hat, and a blask mask. Everything was covered in stitches, like a poorly sewed up scarecrow, and his scythe had changed as well. Nekrovelker was now twice its normal size and looked far more deadly and sinister as the blade sparked and snapped with red electrical energy, coursing from the single, massive red eye that seemed to glare at Creosote. The moment Gabe transformed, the crows he unleashed started to fly around him, cawing uncontrollably like they were celebrating the return of a long lost king.
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Post by tster123 on May 24, 2012 15:34:03 GMT -5
(I sincerely wonder what your standards of "Not incredibly overpowered" is cuz this guy is SCARILY overpowered! Only with some incredibly rough thinking and phrasing could I get this guy to even break a leg! that arrow thing? pure fluke, defeating this monstrosity will be difficult...)
Creosote grinned and knocked on the ground thrice with the butt of his longbow. "Ye dinnae know what ye're even trying to do lad." The ground shook and the earth began to split apart now, the warriors lithely stepping away fom the crevasse that was heaving open, a chilling screech coming from the very crack that was being opened.
(Nidhogg bitch!)
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Post by soulknight18 on May 25, 2012 1:57:02 GMT -5
(OH, if you think GABE is scary, then chosen this guy over Freak WAS a good idea, because if I used him in this situation, the army wouldve been more than JUST destroyed, which doesnt make sense even to me. But, jokes aside, Gabe isnt as powerful as I made him out to be, just like it suggests in his bio, He may be more powerful than any ghoul or zombie, but he suffers the same weakness; destruction of the neural organ. Basically, turn his head into mulch, and he'll be as dead as a door nail. but, to be fair, I'm kinda struggling here as well, this form of his is basically his last resort.)
Gabriel stood, unflinching, uncompromising, as he watched the howling behemoth rise from the depths of the earth. Meanwhile the crows gathered into one giant murder and fluttered above their master, ready to completely overwhelm whatever was coming.
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Post by tster123 on May 25, 2012 10:41:59 GMT -5
the eater of life, the niddhogg, a demon that was terrifying and strong to say the least. as it extracted itself from the crevasse its shadow fell over the scarecrow, its eyes fiery green, claws that pulsed with the dark devouring energy. it was powerful, and shot a gout of fire that all but destroyed the crows. instead of becoming dust they fell as comical pieces of coal.
(Two things
first i typed this all on a psp
second no blade can pierce nidhoggs scales but odins straight blade, so good luck >:3 )
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Post by soulknight18 on May 26, 2012 13:01:43 GMT -5
(Why do need to tell me you did on a PSP? are theyre errors on here that I'm not noticing, cuz if thats the case its only minor ones. And as for the Nordic Dragon, well, as long as it has a mouth, I have an idea...)
Gabriel looked up as he saw his hord of familiars plumet from above in clumps of scorched coal. Despite how swift his flying legion fell against the might of this new foe, his expression was blank, void of any emotion, silent as a midnight graveyard. He turned his attention to the legendary beast before him, snarling and glaring down at him hungrily, like he was a snack. Completely ignoring the remaining swarms of undead norse warriors, he focussed all his efforts on the great beast, taking flight before the demon blasted another ball of hell fire. The creature was strong, it practically irradiated with power, but, such a creature of pure mass, fell easily victimized from speed and agility, an advantage that Gabriel exploited greatly as he zipped and zoomed around the monster, causing it disorientation; like a lion trying to swat a mosquito.
Even though, however sluggish the beast was, what it lacked in brickness, it made up for in invulnerability. No matter how many times Gabriel struck, Nekrovelker couldnt penetrate the scales of the monstrosity. He needed a new strategy, but how could he sustain any harm to the creature...and then, he noticed it, the mouth was the only chink in the beast's armor, but it was also the entrance straight into the furnace, it was a risk he had to take. With out any hesitation, he flew straight into the face of the demon, taunting it to attack. The moment it opened its massive jaws, Gabriel, like a bullet, made a bee-line straight down the monster's throat, but soon collided with the rising flames that were about to be exhaled. Gabriel braced the impact, the monster's destructive breath peeling away at him, even in his alternate form, but mannaged to pass the flames before being reduced to cinders. now that he had literally made his way into the belly of the beast, he unleashed all of his fury, chomping arteries, slicing open organs, hacking down all the soft flesh from the inside out. It didnt take long before the great Niddhogg, becan howling in agony as it caughed and hacked pools of blood over the landscape and finally buckled and collapsed to the ground with a earth shaking crash, crushing half of what was left of Creosote's army, leaving only a handful left. After the dust cleared, and the lifeless corpse of the demon remained, the dead demon's belly suddenly sliced open, spilling out a flood of blood and Gabriel, crawled out, drenched in the monster's juices, and scorched with burns. the feathers on his wings were completely singed, but he stood with such an ominous presence, it was if he doesnt even feel it.
(by the way, why did you put this kind of roleplay into the asexual section? it just that this feels more like a battle RP than an actual development of an intimate relationship.)
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