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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 19:36:16 GMT -8
Odilon was one who could appreciate the beauty of nature. He took in the scenery of the falls and took a breath of air. It was refreshing and clean! Truly a breath that he would miss once he has left this place. While at the falls Odilon would collect some water in a bota bag and would take a drink from his cupped hands, "Ahh~ Perfection. This location is a pristine jewel hidden in the harshness of the jungle, it's like a glimpse of what paradiso(heaven) could be."
The Bishop smiled at his observation, it was nice to go on journeys like these and discover such beauty in the world. He wanted to savor each part of the material plane before his ascension to true paradise.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 5:49:59 GMT -8
The Knight continued his analytical gaze. He would not care much for the waterfall but for the fact that it opened the view to the sun. He let his mount drink, and rest. He himself would merely stand, doing nothing but remaining upright, sword pointed down and shield at rest. He really had nothing to do, so he simply waited.
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Lucius [Placeholder last name]
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Roleplay posts: 3 
Age: 14
Physical Description: - Black hair
- Very pale skin
Clothes and Equipment: Wears the kind of clothes one normally would expect a noble to wear (Color scheme: Primary: Dark red; Scondary: White), with a white, frilly cravat.
Registered: Jun 13, 2016 13:20:31 GMT -8
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Post by Lucius [Placeholder last name] on Jun 16, 2016 9:58:26 GMT -8
''Oh...? Mere animals dare deny me the right to enter their hideouts?'', Lucius said, with a grin appearing on his expression, before turning around, with his expression reverting to one of boredom, while starting to move towards the other tracks.
''...Still, this could be rather fun, with the tyranny of the forests.''
And so, Lucius followed the footprints found near the cave, together with his unit, one could say, of skeletons of fallen Shapeshifters.
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Gitmo Merosiky
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Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 24
Physical Description: Tall, handsome and strong, Gitmo is a formidable sight to behold. Raven black hair, dark as coal, draws itself down his muscular figure, long and clean-kept. 6 entire feet of towering flesh, would loom over you if you went near this man.
Upon his angular face, his irises are white, juxtaposing his pupil, making them stand out chillingly. His nose is sharp, pronounced, yet rounded upon the end. His lips are thin, a small feature upon his face. Underneath, his face tapers to a pointed chin.
He carries himself with an uncaring attitude, not cocky, but cold and calculating. His gait is slow, measured, consistent and direct, while he himself carries a enclosed, introverted body language, as if he wishes not to talk.
Clothes and Equipment: A sharp black, close-fitting trench coat, coloured a deep black, with edges of steel-grey, almost silver-like. Numerous buttons tie it together upon the mid-section. Upon his waist, two belts fuse the bottom-half of the trench coat to his waist, just before his trousers.
A collar, adorned decoratively, with a pronounced edge, reaches across his neck. To the side, his shoulders are armoured with a lining of steel, creating a stylish pauldron upon his shoulders. A strap is just underneath the pauldron, holding the black fabric of the coat to his skin. On his hands, he has a pair of black gloves, and a singular purple-stone ring.
His trousers reach down, to a pair of black, steel-toed boots, in exceptional condition. They are well-polished and must have lasted Gitmo a great deal of time.
He does not have his weaponry with him at all times. To do such a thing would require a great deal of space. Instead, Gitmo chooses to bring one or two weapons at a time from his arsenal. He prefers to use bigger, weightier weapons that deal more of a punch.
His first preferred weapon is the battle-axe, ornate and made of enchanted obsidian, reflecting his clothes coloration. It is twisted upon the ends, in strange alien shapes, as if it was demonic in some way or form. The axe delivers a low hum as it is used, and seems to have some mind of its own.
He is exceptional with the longbow, due to his physical strength. Therefore he utilises a longbow of similar design to his previous weapon. The bow is massive, taller than himself, to allow for larger arrows to be fired. This weapon could most likely down a dragon, wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say it could easily impale a man if shot.
As well as this main two, he chooses to utilise bastard swords, battle-hammers, maces, great-maces and sometimes slings to fight, however, he uses his main tow far more often.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 23:17:26 GMT -8
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Post by Gitmo Merosiky on Jun 17, 2016 0:59:50 GMT -8
Those blasted demons!
Gitmo was not in a good mood, at all. His fist was clenched, his teeth breaching his lips in order to convey a toothy, primal rage. Anger swept over him, overwhelming and crashing like the waterfall he was sheltered underneath. He needed to release his rage. He needed something to destroy, smash, wreck, SOMETHING! He couldn't stand being stuck here for much longer. He felt cooped up, stuck, despairing. He hated that. Despised that. He needed some form of action, some way to get back at the demons which alone got him and those also, in this predicament.
His eyes flashed over the frightened faces of the ones who had fled with him. They hadn't helped him at all, except for a spare few, when he escorted them to this hiding spot, away from the fierce predators outside. It pissed him off. They should fight. All of them. Adult or child. Man or woman. It didn't matter. Taking up the sword, or the bow wasn't determined by what you are, but what you believe in. He could fight, and he would fight even if he didn't know how! But they don't. Because of their cowardice. His anger, was increased twofold, amplifying itself against the deafening nature of the waterfall.
"Bloody hell."
He lent himself against the stone wall, cold and damp. The spray caught itself upon his cost, the millionth time. He huffed once again, exhaling with force. Any excuse to get out of here would be wonderful. Else he might explode.
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