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Reference: Bethelzazar Darkinesecise-Name: Bethelzazar "Mr. Z" Darkinesecise (Buh-thel-zuh-zar Dar-kin-ese-cese)
-Profession: Agent/Talent Scout for VTV. He rose to this position after seven other talent scouts met -mysterious, humiliating, painful and totally unexplained deaths.
-Yearly Salary: %40 cut from each of his 1,562,982 clients.
-Appearance: He lives in an office with only a dull red light and filled with cigar smoke. The number of people that know and remember what he looks like can be counted on one hand.
-Personality: Smooth, calculating, douchebag. All these and more describe Mr. Z. He's passively offensive and insulting at almost all times, but also upbeat and witty in his dialogue. His ability to manipulate borders on mind control and his power to predict what will please a crowd rivals the best prophets. Out of his hundreds of thousands of clients, he only truly cares about a handful. Half a dozen produce over %80 of his income, a good portion of that coming solely from Akusei
Reference: Akusei Akki-Name: Akusei Akki
-Race: Facio Informis, commonly known as "Stage Shifter". Stage Shifters can change to any form they can imagine within certain size-based limitations. However, they may only change to any given form once in their life. Their power is based solely on how famous that particular form is. They adsorb raw, emotional energy from everyone that knows of them, be it fear, love, hate, admiration, etc. This is due to latent psychic abilities most commonly referred to as "Vampiric Empathy".
-Profession: Intergalactic/interdimensional pop star for VTV, television for Villains. Their signals broadcast to every mountain fortress and crystal ball in the known universe. A particularly greedy and manipulative organization, they are responsible for the skyrocketing rates of villainy in the past 6,000 years.
-Yearly Salary: More than the gross domestic product of some solar systems.
-Appearance: A teenage gi
HoC R4 P1: Hell in a HandbasketThe smell of gunpowder mixed with light whiffs of strawberry frosting filled the ever growing battle zone the two warriors were creating. It only took both Vasuvan's forces and the Hands' defensive crew a few moments to realize they should avoid the warpath their respective assault and defensive leaders were on. The path of destruction was filled with mangled body parts, blasted shrapnel and cake. It led from the firing control room, through the mess hall and with one more explosive the combat was propelled into the now completely empty fighter bay.
The blond man brushed a gloved hand through his messy, blond hair. Soot and bits of pastry caked (pun intended) his face and hair, but he hardly seemed out of breath. Blood from already healed wounds left dark red stains on his leather jacket. He wide, unblinking eyes finally moved away from his foe to examine his remaining supplies. Gary smiled satisfactorily as he withdrew another six detonators.
The dark (chocolate) haired man
Rift Audition: Feel the ThunderKader stared into his mug with the intensity of a scholar attempting to decipher a particularly esoteric philosophy. There was a decision to be made; "There was a decision to be made--'To be drunk, or not to be drunk?' . A simple choice. Rather than be faced with it, the brown-skinned man lazily examined the tavern. The sandstone walls pressed the sweating, screaming mob of regulars together into an indistinguishable mess. Honestly, he already had a hard enough of a time telling the difference between any two humans.
Just looking at them made up the man's mind on whether to get drunk or not. Especially after his latest failure. Three months travel to a sage rumored to be powerful in the arts of magic. Yet the old coot was on a deathbed by the time the desert warrior had arrived. Needless to say, the sage wasn't able to restore him back to his original form.
This thought motivated him even further to drink himself into a stupor. This alcohol stuff was the only thing Humans could get rig
Reference Redux: Kader Tineen--Basics--
Name: Caelestis "Kader Tineen" Levitas
Age: 17 (Mental age of a young adult)
Race: Human (Formerly Dragon)
World: Medieval Fantasy Earth
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 165 lbs
Skin: Dark Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Details: Large chin and nose. A reasonablely powerful build, even given the times he lives in. The muscles don't tend to show through his outfit, however. On his back there is a massive tatoo of a Bronze dragon poised to strike.
Clothing: An open blue robe kept together with a slightly darker sash. White stripes run the length of the outerwear while under it a white longshirt with wide ends makes up the rest of the upper-boy outfit. Baggy, white pants and blue sandles for the lower regions.
Gait/Demeanor: Strong, powerful and commanding. He stands up straight at all times, but only to make himself look taller.
Voice/Speech patterns: Perpetually annoyed and disapproving. Normally very loud and vocal a
HoC R3: Off Balance Pt. 2"I have a proposal for you, Audrey." Wildcard said to the massive wall of vines before him. He held the brim of his tophat while he spoke and adjusted his bright orange suit before his partner in crime responded. This was a delicate situation that would require expending a few resources, but the reward would be worth it.
"Well well well, what have we here? What's that I smell on you? Is it fear?"
The vines curled away, revealing the massive pod that was Audrey III's head. He spoke in an ever deepening sing-song voice that shook the entire museum in which he had taken root.
"I'll admit, I may be immortal but the idea of pain, not gaining godhood and losing to that pirate are all rather disconcerting to say the least."
A noodley appendage reached under Wildcard's feet and lifted him up to 'eye-level'.
"Spill it! So what's the deal? If you got a problem with something just kill it!"
The lizard-man chuckled.
"That is what I need you're help for. Allow me to tap into your energy reser
HoC R3: Off Balance Pt. 1In the middle of the what passed for night on the Black Eden, the pirate lord Dominik Payne was awoken from dreamless sleep by three quick, loud knocks on the door. His head throbbed and his mouth could not have been dryer if he had just swallowed a fist full of sand, but still he managed to roll out of his hammock. The vampire swore guttural curses at his crash landing, picked himself up and opened the door. The frowning face of Siegfried greeted him.
"Change of plans; Get dres-"
The judge was cut off by the door hissing before it closed on him. Siegfried growled and stuck a foot in the door before it shut all the way. Dominik sighed disappointedly and started making his way back to bed. The hangover wasn't going to sleep it self off.
"Hey, asshole! We don't have time for this! Your match is starting!"
He begrudgingly looked at a clock through sleep encrusted eyes. It indicated a time so early that Dominik could only describe it as half passed retarded.
HoC Round 3: Prologue8 hours before the start of the war
The guard laid back in his chair, watching the same set of recordings again. The hours he had spent in this security room were uncountable. It was a large, mechanical room that was only lit by the ever shifting light of a dozen or more screens. His eyes darted from screen to screen, processing information at a rate far beyond that of inferior beings
On one screen, he watched with curiosity as a fully armored figure assaulted a mechanic. His eyes dissected the very pixels of a lightning bolt on screen, noting not only the inherent energy, but its effects on the environment. Each spark leaping across cold metal and every singe on the man's cloths were essential to grasp.
The next few screens displayed what appeared to be a small girl surviving every possible disaster, from poison to giant blades. He marveled at her resilience. Almost every person on the Black Eden could regenerate themselves, but no one had her toughness. A quick burst o
HoC: Round 2 SEAbel finished the last of the glowing runes in the hanger. The ancient glyphs and sigils were composed entirely of circles and jagged lines, totally incomprehensible to all save herself. She stood up, gloved hands on her sides as she admired her marks proudly. It had taken her several hours, but the teleportation spell was ready. She then turned her attention to the hanger around her. To her left, a battalion of combat magicians, trained by her personally. To her right, a force of elite soldiers fully armed and ready for action.
Abel clapped her hands and a large stage appeared beneath her feet in a puff of smoke. It was reminiscent of the platforms used for old Greek plays, which matched the white marble architecture of the hanger. She had complaints about it's practicality, but aesthetics were important to both her and Vasuvan. She cleared her throat, ready to give her speech. A bit of magic flared up in her mouth, and suddenly the cough could be heard perfectly by all.
"They say tha
AF 2030: Azure Avenger Profile
Name: Azure Avenger
Alter-Ego: Annie Andrews
Marital Status: Single
Current Occupation: Student - Angel Falls University (Major in Computer Programming)
Hair: Brown with blue highlights
Hometown: Angel Falls
Base of Operations: Angel Falls
Super Strength: Can lift up to 50 tons
Super Speed: Up to 200 mph
Energy Blasts: Annie can fire blue energy from her fists. Power level ranges from being able to stun a person to damaging buildings.
Enhanced Durability: Can withstand attacks up to standard firearms with little to no discomfort. As the power of the weapon increases, her level of durability lessens accordingly.
Drummer in the band "Leap Year Satellites".
Annie Andrews was your average college student until she bonded with a piece of alien technology, granting her superhuman abilities. Along
"You better not post this on any social media." said Ethan walking towards the photoshoot area. Maya is Ethan's 16 year old sister, while Ethan is 13. Maya has recently been hired to photos hoot and became a photographer. But as of now, she had no clients so she can only do on someone familiar. "I'm only going to post it on the special photography site, works like this won't belong on Instagram or something like that." Maya replied. "Ok, but to make it say like "here is my little brother Ethan posing for me and dressed up like a girl!" Ethan said. "No, I would never do that. By the way, for this event, I'm going to call you Ethel, ok?" Maya said. "Fine" Ethel replied.
They arrived at the photo shoot area, is was a small garden behind a school with pink flowers. "Here we are." Maya said. "Breast forms secure?" "Check." "Wig on correctly?" "Check" "Dress awesome?" Maya said happily to Ethel. "…Check." Ethel said. Maya did more pre-photo checks with Ethel. "Ok, Ethel. First we will
Camp Colve's New ProgramAt Camp Colve,new horizons are taking place. Humans and tinies are,for the first time,becoming roommates. As part of the recent expansion on Camp Colve's cabins,tinies are now accommodated for.And,as per the new requirements,each camper is paired up with one another; One tiny and one human.
You,being a new camper at Camp Colve,have recently been paired up with either
a) Human (In this instance,you shall play the tiny)
b) Tiny (In this instance,you shall play the human)
and shall spend the remainder of your time at Camp Colve with them,learning to bond with them.
Rules for RP
No God Mode or Mary Sue
No controlling my character (This gets really annoying.. This means not to say they did a certain action,or say what they look like).
Lumina's Character Sheet
Lumina de Rea
Age: 137 (She tells others she's over 1000, and most would believe her.)
Species: Tiger Mink
Height (Length): 12 feet(3.65 meters) long, not including her tail.
20 feet(6 meters) long including her tail.
Weight: 1.2 Tons (1088.62 Kg/ 2400 lbs.)
Fur color: Primarily Blue-violet, with lavender around her belly, face, feet, and the end of her tail. She has black tiger stripes that run down her back, forelegs, hindlegs, and tail. She has a black pattern on the edges of her eyes that resemble two triangles and a hook. The tip of the fur on her head is dyed a dull magenta.
Eye Color: Indigo
Mouth Color: Indigo
Accessories: A small(for her size) dark grey framed mirror.
A Closer Bond (My first try at TG stories)
I had no idea this would happen to me one day... No, me and my sister, like two completely different worlds. She's outgoing, loud and funny, while I was always labeled as antisocial... Oh well, at least she can live a happy life, I guess...
She always kept claiming how sorry she felt for me, and how much she wanted me to be accepted into society like she was, even though I always claimed, I'm fine the way I am.
Oh I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Jeff Roberts, or at least it was some time ago... How long has it been? Three or four months? Not that that matters anyway. I just thought I'd state that much. What happened is another thing, that I probably need some explanation for.
So the thing is, my sister Lilly is 16 years old, and I'm 18, or at least I was. I've had some friends till middleschool, but in highschool, life took a cruel turnaround, with the family moving to a new town. New people, new school, new everything. Lilly easily fit into the new surroundings, even joining
Erza Scarlet Vs Link: Death Battle PreludeMecha: Sometimes, it takes more than a sword to survive against the creatures and dark magics of the world of fantasy. It pays to be prepared for any situation thrown at you. And with us as a representative for, Death Battle veteran, Ray
Ray: Great to be here. In this corner, we have Link, the Hero of Hyrule.
Virgil: In the other corner is Erza Scarlet, the Titania of Fairy Tail.
Mecha: Wait, shouldn't you be stuck in the hospital after Steel punched your throat out?
Virgil: Hey, you didn't think I miss out on this, did you?
Mecha: That still doesn't answer my question.
Virgil: You know, despite the fact our boss is an unholy abomination, he surprisingly gives good health care to his employees.
Mecha: Well, you're the lesser of two idiots so I guess beggars can't be choosers.
Ray: Anyway, it's our job to test their weapons and skills to find out who will win a Death Battle.
You Wouldn't Hurt Me chapter 2Marshall Lee let out a low groan, his body trembling as he slowly fell back into consciousness. His head was swimming, pounding, like someone had taken a hammer to it. He could also feel nausea biting at the back of his throat and was finding it very hard not to vomit. The vampire couldn’t believe the state he was in.
What the hell was going on?
The symptoms he was experiencing were akin to a hangover, but he immediately ruled that out. The last time he drank was when he was with the party gods and that was nearly over a decade ago. No, the feeling he was experiencing was strange. He could describe it as feeling overly full, almost bloated. He felt like an over gorged leech that just dropped off its host.
Dully realizing he was lying on his living room floor, Marshall lifted his head and looked around. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, his attention settled on what looked like a dark motionless mass lying on the floor in front of him. The first thing that came to hi
Profile Sita ClarkeOC PROFILE
Name: Sitara ‘Sita’ Clarke
Nicknames: Starshine, Starlight, star freak
Birthdate: July 15th (Cancer)
Hometown: Baltimore but born and raised in Philadelphia
Years at Camp: first year
Family: - Asteria, goddess of fallen stars and nocturnal oracles (mother, godly parent)
- Aaron Clarke (father, astronomer)
- Lydia Masters (owner of café The Hideout, took Sita in after she ran away from home)
Love interest: Angelo Marco, son of Thanatos (Ragemoon’s OC)
Future family with Angelo: - Jasmine ‘Jazz’ Marco (daughter, eldest part of twins, ‘angel of
light’, ghost whisperer – helps souls cross over- )
The Last of an EmpireWarning; this story contains Sci-fi themes, alcohol, moderately violent language, dragons, and vore. If you are somehow offended by any of those, don't read and please don't leave rude comments.
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"Another..." A man, who almost looked too young to be drinking in the first place, wearily called as he placed a now empty glass back onto the table.
The bartender, a scrawny looking creature with leathery grey skin and four arms, only shook his head "Sorry, mate, but that'd be your sixth drink this night." The bartender said in something akin to an Australian accent
"Ya see, any more than five glasses of Kre'shan Ale is considered too toxic for human consumption. I can get you something else if..." The bartender trailed off as the man lifted his sleeve to reveal a barcode and number that looked to be tattooed onto his forearm. However, upon closer inspection it looked as if he had been born with it.
"Oh... I see. I'm so sorry... Thank you for your service."
Reference: Mr. BrownName: Mr. Brown
Physical Description: A 3ft tall stuffed animal in the shape of a anthropomorphic brown rabbit. The right side of his face is missing (Starting from the center of the top of his head and going down diagonally to the cheek bone). It's been sewn up, but some jagged patches stick up. Brown is also missing his right forearm, though it's been replaced with a meat cleaver (He sewed his cloth around the hilt). His left arm doesn't have a hand (He just wasn't made that way) but he can cause it to fold inwards thus allowing him to grab objects. Mr. Brown also has a zipper that goes from his neck to the bottom of his torso. He keeps his sewing kit in there.
Chosen by: The Book
Gift description: A normal magical page from a universe manipulating book :/
Personality: Mr. Brown seems like a fairly happy person who always looks at the bright side of things. He does things at his own pace and prefers not to take anything too seriously. This rabbit also tends to talk, a lot. His
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