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@freedomwriter76
Welcome to the craziness!
"You need French Toast."
@highscribeofaetherium @rae @whalekeeper @beth-torres
Oh dear, it’s been so long since we RPd! I don’t have time right now, but I’m going to introduce a new character.
Kazriac
Kazriac is a dull dark gray colored suit of armor. He wears a black cloak, with a hood that can be pulled over the helmet. His voice is echoey and sounds distant. He can disassemble the pieces of his body and control each one individually. He has great physical strength and is basically indestructible. (He uses Metal Bonding, which is the same power that Zash has, for those of you in Character Party. The difference is that he is only the metal, and he uses a ton of Metal Bonding. He has a sword that he can control as well.
He is very old. He died many centuries ago but used Metal Bonding to anchor his soul to the metal instead of allowing himself to pass on to eternity.
Kazriac is very serious and disturbingly emotionless. His goals are usually good, but he is a dark individual. His reputation is such that he has become the symbol of Death on Oldonar, comparable to the grim reaper.
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someone else rp, I don’t really have anything. This is our last rp:
Gunslinger
As the bits of bomb inside the bubble broke apart a centimeter a minute, Gunslinger turned around, flipping a switch on his gun and shooting over several heads to blast a hole in the opposite wall.
"You need French Toast."
I can’t think of anything right now, (although I do still have to introduce my new character), but I might later. If someone else wants to, go ahead.
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(KP ate my post!)
Allow me to get us up and rolling again.
Kazriac
Kazriac stood silently in the dark room for sometime. He heard voices outside, arguing. Hunans and their petty squabbles. Still he waited. He was patient. There was no reason to rush when you were immortal.
Finally, things escalated to the point that there were thunderous crashes. Kazriac finally moved. He pulled up his hood as he strode to the door. His metal fingers found the handle to the door and pulled…too hard. The door ripped off its hinges and fell to the ground with a thud. None of the six people on the other side of the room noticed. They were distracted by a gaping hole in the wall. His feet made a metallic clunk as he walked to the edge of the walkway. His sword floated along beside him. He stood silently, waiting for one of them to notice him.
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