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Compared to what Samirah had been through, this riot was a blessing. This is what she was meant to do. Stalk through a city, fingers caressing a trigger, fighting a clear enemy. To save people and fight evil. Being paid for it was just icing on the cake. In her other hand was the stun baton. It filled her hand perfectly, and thrummed with power whenever she used it. Samirah had been striking people with it as much as firing her gun. After all, as a fantasy aficionado, it wasn’t hard to figure out what it meant when a tiny lizard crawled inside somebody’s head. That shit was basic. She turned a corner and caught a glimpse of stee

-Name: Bethelzazar "Mr. Z" Darkinesecise (Buh-thel-zuh-zar Dar-kin-ese-cese) -Gender: Male -Race: Demon -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

Nathanial didn't expect anything in this world to make sense, and he was right. As soon as he and Clarice reached the mental stability and resolution to move on, the city blinked out of existence. Just as quickly as it vanished, the city was replaced by a beautiful emerald field of rolling hills and dancing grass. A golden sun drove away the clouds and left the duo's entire field of vision filled with bright and vibrant colors. The author wasn't one for stopping to smell the roses in a situation like this, but everything was just so perfectly placed and stimulated every sense like a… dream. Right. "Clare, we should probably try to fin

Iam didn't know how long it had been, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Christopher was going to wake up, sometime, and when he did the alien needed to be waiting. Every once in awhile, Iam's 'eye' would drift to the half-completed ship in the center of the cave. A weak campfire cast otherworldly shadows on the pile of scrap and the walls around it. The alien didn't like the dancing shadows. They felt like they were taunting him, almost. Iam didn't really need light to see, but Christopher might be worried if it was dark when he woke up. The man was only human, after all. The Sliver turned his head to the ceiling, not out of h

The Once Over Name: John "Pot Shot" Evans Age: 40 Gender: Male Height: 5'9 Weight: 200lbs (He's let himself go a little bit) Build: He's got a good few muscles except for his stomach. He has, ironically, a pot-belly. Hair: Tangled and matted from never being combed. It's dirty black color and reeks of smoke. Facial Details: He has a beard coming in, but it's less then a five o' clock shadow right now. His eyes are brown and his nose looks like it's been broken and fixed many, many times. Clothing Style: Truth is, he does only has two outfits to wear. A brown duster that looks a bit dirty, but other then that it's in a good condition.

Sheep sat in the tiny chair that Trios had made for her. She hung her head down in shame, and you could almost see the rain cloud above her head. She had failed a mission for the third time in a row, and this one was a problem. She was delivering a item to one of her master's contacts. When she was walking through the streets, a dog rounded the corner and chased her for miles, until she no longer knew where she was. She stopped in a place that looked good for asking directions. It was big and important, but it turned out to be a Mage-Knight outpost. They had captured Sheep and took the magical item she was delivering. The little girl then sp

There once was a man like you All messed up inside That man didn't know what to do Every time he reached out He got burned. So he treated us like a zoo A outsider watching the show The most he could manage was a 'boo!' There once was a man like me He liked sacrifice A martyr is what he wanted to be But we were ungrateful We bit the hand that feeds. He was human, and we forgot That being such means he had needs There once was a man like us Emotional and logical Right there on insanity's cusp Chaos and grandeur welcomed him But he tried to be made of dust Though he was a man of gold Yet we killed a human with a little fuss.

 Così dice il Signore -Name: Wesley "West" Locke (Normally called Dr. West) -Age: 32 -Gender: Female -Native Time: Modern -Appearance: West, despite being ravaged by disease, is in incredible shape. She trains herself religiously, day in and day out. The doctor has achieved the practical peak of physique of human kind. Her face seems soft, almost cute, but the perpetual look of annoyance (In varying degrees) on her face draws away from that. West's hair hangs down in dirty red strands. It's been stained so deeply that it's almost lost all hint of red, and now looks very similar to rust. Her eyes are brown with large black bags under

1. Brasken and Dominik team up to find Dominik's ship (whether Brasken was hired to kill him in all this is up to you) 2. they argue, fight. 3. Vasuvan shows up, they team up (before or after this porposed slaying of Dominik) and managed to escape/incapacitate/kill Vasuvan