Alan Pericoloso
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Physically early 20's, actually extremely old
Physical Description: Alan is a monster of a man, standing an imposing 198cms tall, he has strong and muscular build.
His muscular body is incredibly pale as if he had never spent a day in the sun. Likewise it is without as much as a scar.
While handsome his appearance is somewhat 'otherworldly', and while the proportions of his face cannot be faulted they fail to have any deviations unlike a typical human face.
His broad jaw is covered in a thick but short beard, neatly kept. His hair and beard are both jet black, his hair being slightly wavy and falling just past his ears.
The most striking feature of his face is his electric blue eyes, the gaze of which can only be described as icy if his mood turns sour.
Over his heart is a silver mark, the shape seems to shift quickly while being looked at, but when caught out of the corner of your eye it appears to be a glyph, maybe a letter or word in some ancient language.
On his back there are two ridges, barely noticeable. These are the only sign of his wings while they are magically sealed/stored. When unsealed his wings are mighty, roughly 210cm each and covered in feathers which are a random assortment of black, white and silver. The exception being a pure gold feather in the middle of each wing.
Clothes and Equipment: Alan only wears a light armor, his jerkin and leggings are mainly supple leather, with some harder bits of leather for reinforcement and to hold the few bits of metal which make up his armor. This odd black metal lines his arms, shoulders, legs and the top of his boots.
The metal on his arms and legs is just a few small strips covering the less protected parts of the legs and arms. It doesn't cross any joints and is there only to give a possibility to either deflect or limit the cutting ability of a blade.
The supple leather is the standard dark brown/black, while the hard leather has an odd red color to it. (Red Kangaroo leather esk)
There are small notches on the back of his jerkin for his wings to come out of.
He carries three weapons.
On his left hip hangs a sword with a slight curve, very similar in style to a nodachi (90cm blade)
On his right is it's brother, styled more similar to a katana (60cm blade.
Both are made of the same black metal as is on his armor, they were forged by Alan himself and during the process of folding the metal had diamond particles (dusted diamond essentially) folded into it. This causes both the blades to sparkle faintly at different angles, it also helps the blades keep their edge.
His last weapon is a massive great-sword (125cm blade), this weapon is highly enchanted and is the only one of his weapons with any magical properties. The enchantments mainly pertain to keeping it in the shape of a sword and the ability to be used as one.
The sword has a hilt of onyx with veins of silver, the handle is wrapped in black leather. From the hilt the veins of silver reach out into the blade up to the very tip, like a thin tree branch. Making up the space between the silver, and forming most of the blade is pure diamond, which is why the blade is so highly enchanted against shattering.
The blade does have one other quality, being that it can be used to hurt things hurt by sunlight, moonlight and silver. The light is dependent on the time of day, but the blade will continue to contain the light for roughly an hour, and can be used to 'inject' the light straight into any cut that connects.(Although not with the same intensity as actual exposure.)
Registered: May 9, 2015 6:20:56 GMT -8
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Post by Alan Pericoloso on May 31, 2017 19:55:30 GMT -8
Kelly would be happy to know that from his perch Alan had noticed her grand entrance, although it had only been met with a raised eyebrow. In truth he was impressed, someone who had a flair for the dramatic just like him.
Unfurling his wings he stood and stepped off the pillar he was seated on, gliding down to land behind Kelly as she spoke to the knight. "Hidden in their homes, I thought you said this place was filled with zealots, I had a door, A DOOR slammed in my face!" he'd make a gesture to suggest a 'like look at me' while bringing attention to his wings
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 8:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 12:21:47 GMT -8
Kelly turned around and shrugged.
"These people are nuts, kid." She said bluntly. "I don't know what to tell you. Can't you just make light appear out of nowhere to convince them you're one of the good guys?"
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Alan Pericoloso
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Physically early 20's, actually extremely old
Physical Description: Alan is a monster of a man, standing an imposing 198cms tall, he has strong and muscular build.
His muscular body is incredibly pale as if he had never spent a day in the sun. Likewise it is without as much as a scar.
While handsome his appearance is somewhat 'otherworldly', and while the proportions of his face cannot be faulted they fail to have any deviations unlike a typical human face.
His broad jaw is covered in a thick but short beard, neatly kept. His hair and beard are both jet black, his hair being slightly wavy and falling just past his ears.
The most striking feature of his face is his electric blue eyes, the gaze of which can only be described as icy if his mood turns sour.
Over his heart is a silver mark, the shape seems to shift quickly while being looked at, but when caught out of the corner of your eye it appears to be a glyph, maybe a letter or word in some ancient language.
On his back there are two ridges, barely noticeable. These are the only sign of his wings while they are magically sealed/stored. When unsealed his wings are mighty, roughly 210cm each and covered in feathers which are a random assortment of black, white and silver. The exception being a pure gold feather in the middle of each wing.
Clothes and Equipment: Alan only wears a light armor, his jerkin and leggings are mainly supple leather, with some harder bits of leather for reinforcement and to hold the few bits of metal which make up his armor. This odd black metal lines his arms, shoulders, legs and the top of his boots.
The metal on his arms and legs is just a few small strips covering the less protected parts of the legs and arms. It doesn't cross any joints and is there only to give a possibility to either deflect or limit the cutting ability of a blade.
The supple leather is the standard dark brown/black, while the hard leather has an odd red color to it. (Red Kangaroo leather esk)
There are small notches on the back of his jerkin for his wings to come out of.
He carries three weapons.
On his left hip hangs a sword with a slight curve, very similar in style to a nodachi (90cm blade)
On his right is it's brother, styled more similar to a katana (60cm blade.
Both are made of the same black metal as is on his armor, they were forged by Alan himself and during the process of folding the metal had diamond particles (dusted diamond essentially) folded into it. This causes both the blades to sparkle faintly at different angles, it also helps the blades keep their edge.
His last weapon is a massive great-sword (125cm blade), this weapon is highly enchanted and is the only one of his weapons with any magical properties. The enchantments mainly pertain to keeping it in the shape of a sword and the ability to be used as one.
The sword has a hilt of onyx with veins of silver, the handle is wrapped in black leather. From the hilt the veins of silver reach out into the blade up to the very tip, like a thin tree branch. Making up the space between the silver, and forming most of the blade is pure diamond, which is why the blade is so highly enchanted against shattering.
The blade does have one other quality, being that it can be used to hurt things hurt by sunlight, moonlight and silver. The light is dependent on the time of day, but the blade will continue to contain the light for roughly an hour, and can be used to 'inject' the light straight into any cut that connects.(Although not with the same intensity as actual exposure.)
Registered: May 9, 2015 6:20:56 GMT -8
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Post by Alan Pericoloso on Jun 3, 2017 23:14:01 GMT -8
Alan's eyebrows nearly shot into orbit as he was called kid. He was literally older than some of the mountains, certainly older than whatever inhabited them. Continuing to look at Kelly with his surprised expression he held up a finger and had a flame dance upon it. "Nope, not really. Elements and shadows, I'm not even that good at doing anything fancy with them."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 8:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 1:12:28 GMT -8
"Bah..." She groaned, waving it off. She looked around for Brother Heinrich von Schaufen, hoping to enact his plan. "Well, listen, the dragon you fought has been taken care of but the witch is in need of some help. Gotta bring her some milk, apparently. Try and get these crazy kooks' attention and I'll do the rest, I don't got time for them suddenly hiding away."
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Arakhna
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 473,000
Physical Description: Monstrous, yet also graceful and feminine, the lady Arakhna has the beautiful upper half of a maiden, with long flowing white hair. Further down her body becomes more warped, turning into a monstrous black widow. It conveniently hides in a gown when desired.
Clothes and Equipment: The Orbs of Arachne; two beautiful orbs, handcrafted by the Goddess, which hold transcendent magic within. The darker orb is the Orb of Dissonance, and the lighter orb is the Orb of Consonance.
Registered: Jan 28, 2018 22:42:52 GMT -8
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Post by Arakhna on Jan 31, 2018 23:03:00 GMT -8
There is a deep rumbling, and the incessant sound of scratching near the village center. Spiders seem more common than ever before, when, during one night, there is a loud roar, as a massive spider like crawls out of the very earth itself. Driven by hunger, this spider crawls out of the underworld. Long has it been since her hunger has been sated completely, much to her anger. As she crawls throughout the village, she consumes anything and everything in her wake, her blood red eyes glazing as she gorges herself on the village. Blood, skin, bone, stone, cloth and wood, all are consumed in her grotesque maw.
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angrypeasant
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 14:28:11 GMT -8
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Post by angrypeasant on Feb 1, 2018 2:21:06 GMT -8
"Stay behind me!" The farmer shouted to his family. "Light will purify those who walk in darkness! Glory to the Light!" Waving a pitchfork the farmer confronted the demon with his dogma.
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Arakhna
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 473,000
Physical Description: Monstrous, yet also graceful and feminine, the lady Arakhna has the beautiful upper half of a maiden, with long flowing white hair. Further down her body becomes more warped, turning into a monstrous black widow. It conveniently hides in a gown when desired.
Clothes and Equipment: The Orbs of Arachne; two beautiful orbs, handcrafted by the Goddess, which hold transcendent magic within. The darker orb is the Orb of Dissonance, and the lighter orb is the Orb of Consonance.
Registered: Jan 28, 2018 22:42:52 GMT -8
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Post by Arakhna on Feb 1, 2018 13:40:56 GMT -8
"Stay behind me!" The farmer shouted to his family. "Light will purify those who walk in darkness! Glory to the Light!" Waving a pitchfork the farmer confronted the demon with his dogma. "Silly boy, the light cannot vanquish the dark... For what is light but the absence of darkness?" She asks, her voice coming from multiple directions. A horde of tarantulas crawl up and eat him alive.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 3, 2018 23:51:26 GMT -8
Above the screaming village came the beating of wings. A gout of fire illuminates the night.
"Show yourself demon!" Trogdor roared as he landed at the edge of the town.
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Arakhna
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 473,000
Physical Description: Monstrous, yet also graceful and feminine, the lady Arakhna has the beautiful upper half of a maiden, with long flowing white hair. Further down her body becomes more warped, turning into a monstrous black widow. It conveniently hides in a gown when desired.
Clothes and Equipment: The Orbs of Arachne; two beautiful orbs, handcrafted by the Goddess, which hold transcendent magic within. The darker orb is the Orb of Dissonance, and the lighter orb is the Orb of Consonance.
Registered: Jan 28, 2018 22:42:52 GMT -8
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Post by Arakhna on Feb 4, 2018 10:41:03 GMT -8
Above the screaming village came the beating of wings. A gout of fire illuminates the night. "Show yourself demon!" Trogdor roared as he landed at the edge of the town. The fire seems duller than usual. The soft laughter of Eclipsa echoes throughout the village. Hordes of spiders converge near the dragon.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 4, 2018 22:30:47 GMT -8
A spout of fire bursts from the dragon's mouth as he burns a swath in front of himself, warning the spiders to come no closer. They might find that the fire was hotter up close. As the ground burned before the dragon, the beast began to growl in response to the laughter. He decided to continue warily because he did not yet know what kind of demon he was dealing with. Expanding his aura he searched the surrounding area.
"I sense a demon from the rings of hell. From what circle comes my... much welcomed guest?"
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Arakhna
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 473,000
Physical Description: Monstrous, yet also graceful and feminine, the lady Arakhna has the beautiful upper half of a maiden, with long flowing white hair. Further down her body becomes more warped, turning into a monstrous black widow. It conveniently hides in a gown when desired.
Clothes and Equipment: The Orbs of Arachne; two beautiful orbs, handcrafted by the Goddess, which hold transcendent magic within. The darker orb is the Orb of Dissonance, and the lighter orb is the Orb of Consonance.
Registered: Jan 28, 2018 22:42:52 GMT -8
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Post by Arakhna on Feb 5, 2018 14:36:18 GMT -8
A spout of fire bursts from the dragon's mouth as he burns a swath in front of himself, warning the spiders to come no closer. They might find that the fire was hotter up close. As the ground burned before the dragon, the beast began to growl in response to the laughter. He decided to continue warily because he did not yet know what kind of demon he was dealing with. Expanding his aura he searched the surrounding area. "I sense a demon from the rings of hell. From what circle comes my... much welcomed guest?" The stench of death permeates through the air, a noxious odor of iron, blood, and cinnamon. The spiders all decay into husks as a larger, gargantuan really, beastly spider demon emerges from the town in a glorious shower of white light and ethereal webbing. "Someone capable of sensing me.. How curious. Are you powerful?" The demon asks in a softer, more feminine voice.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 8, 2018 23:11:12 GMT -8
The dragon surveyed the demon as it burst out of the shadows. She was certainly ancient. Her power smelled of deep and old magic. Something primal and full of bloodlust. Trogdor felt an immediate likeness with this hell dweller. But likeness did not necessarily mean kinship. That was yet to be seen. The beast laughed, “Huk, Huk. Can you not tell? Or did you mean to challenge me and find out?” Trogdor stood on his hind legs and spread his wings. A fire burned in the dragon’s chest and smoke billowed from his mouth as he spoke, “Know that I am Trogdor, the Ashbringer. You have entered my lands. I hope you have enjoyed the buffet, but I warn you that the rest of the Overworld will not be so accommodating.”
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Arakhna
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 473,000
Physical Description: Monstrous, yet also graceful and feminine, the lady Arakhna has the beautiful upper half of a maiden, with long flowing white hair. Further down her body becomes more warped, turning into a monstrous black widow. It conveniently hides in a gown when desired.
Clothes and Equipment: The Orbs of Arachne; two beautiful orbs, handcrafted by the Goddess, which hold transcendent magic within. The darker orb is the Orb of Dissonance, and the lighter orb is the Orb of Consonance.
Registered: Jan 28, 2018 22:42:52 GMT -8
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Post by Arakhna on Feb 8, 2018 23:24:37 GMT -8
The dragon surveyed the demon as it burst out of the shadows. She was certainly ancient. Her power smelled of deep and old magic. Something primal and full of bloodlust. Trogdor felt an immediate likeness with this hell dweller. But likeness did not necessarily mean kinship. That was yet to be seen. The beast laughed, “Huk, Huk. Can you not tell? Or did you mean to challenge me and find out?” Trogdor stood on his hind legs and spread his wings. A fire burned in the dragon’s chest and smoke billowed from his mouth as he spoke, “Know that I am Trogdor, the Ashbringer. You have entered my lands. I hope you have enjoyed the buffet, but I warn you that the rest of the Overworld will not be so accommodating.” The ancient spider demon snorted, a sickening squelch as she popped a tiny spider's body in half. "The Overworld need not be accomodating. I have starved for eons, and I shall no longer bide as the other Lords feast like kings in their palaces!" She snarled, her claws flexing. She grinned, how long had it been since she tasted the flesh of drake? Far too long, she decided. "What can you do to stop the Mistress of Death?" She asked, red eyes glowing.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 8, 2018 23:34:59 GMT -8
The dragon would have laughed again, but it wasn't wise to risk insulting such an ancient entity. "I speak plainly. You may gouge yourself on this town. I have never claimed leadership over these humans. In the future however you meals may not be so easy or plentiful. There are many other demons, mages, and demigods that walk these lands. Many of them are quite fond of humans. But in meeting me you are lucky. After you eat meet me atop Mt. Grimm. There I will propose to you a much tastier meal then human flesh."
With that Trogdor lept from the ground and flew back into the mists that shrouded the mountain. A flash of light could be seen as he discharged his fire breath.
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Arakhna
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 473,000
Physical Description: Monstrous, yet also graceful and feminine, the lady Arakhna has the beautiful upper half of a maiden, with long flowing white hair. Further down her body becomes more warped, turning into a monstrous black widow. It conveniently hides in a gown when desired.
Clothes and Equipment: The Orbs of Arachne; two beautiful orbs, handcrafted by the Goddess, which hold transcendent magic within. The darker orb is the Orb of Dissonance, and the lighter orb is the Orb of Consonance.
Registered: Jan 28, 2018 22:42:52 GMT -8
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Post by Arakhna on Feb 8, 2018 23:48:10 GMT -8
The dragon would have laughed again, but it wasn't wise to risk insulting such an ancient entity. "I speak plainly. You may gouge yourself on this town. I have never claimed leadership over these humans. In the future however you meals may not be so easy or plentiful. There are many other demons, mages, and demigods that walk these lands. Many of them are quite fond of humans. But in meeting me you are lucky. After you eat meet me atop Mt. Grimm. There I will propose to you a much tastier meal then human flesh." With that Trogdor lept from the ground and flew back into the mists that shrouded the mountain. A flash of light could be seen as he discharged his fire breath. The spider was curious as to what could pose tastier than the flesh of the humans she so hungered for. Storing this information, she continued to feast upon the town of lux, leaving little to no survivors. Finally sated, she crawled to the Mt. Grimm, with her arcane magic the journey was quite quick.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 4, 2019 12:00:29 GMT -8
The quiet town of Lux has grown even more silent. It is an unmistakable deathly lack of noise that is insulated by a layer of spider webs that cover the entire landscape. Should you hear the tapping of spindly legs, run! The arachnids that now rule these lands listen only to their demonic matriarch.
The webs spread towards Mt. Grim but stop at the edge of the mists. Another beast lays claim to these parts. All who visit, beware these lands, you never know what sort of monster you may meet.
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Jan 6, 2019 14:56:47 GMT -8
The skulking form of a young dragon approached Lux. It's feet fell heavily on the brick road and cobwebs clung to its hide as it passed the arachnid nests. It didn't seem to realise that it was approaching a haven of evil more than what it could handle.
There was a gloss over his eyes. The engine was running but nobody was on the wheel. His feet had been viscously cut and there were pierce wounds on his wings that were withdrawn close to his back.
Umbra was not awake. Only a being of pure survival instinct, sleeping in the back of his mind was able to get him out from Blackbark. It ran, It fought, It fed, It walked, and It was still walking when Umbra's tired and mindless body finally fell on it's side just outside the town of Lux.
Umbra's mind peeked out from below his eyes, and regarded the skies.
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