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malyen OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sun, 13/11/2022 19:25 (1 Year ago) |
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Saeko smiled. "Nice to meet ya too, Kaoru. Naw, nothin' important, I just hope you don't mind guitar music, eh?" They noticed Lucian. "Naw. 'S good. We were just sortin' things out, right?" Saeko nudged Idris in the ribs. "What the hell- oh, yeah. Whatever Saeko said." Idris muttered. Saeko rolled their eyes. "Anyhoo. Name? Naw, don't slink away into the shadows, I'd love to know your name!" [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sun, 13/11/2022 19:15 (1 Year ago) |
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"No need to shout, geez. Some people are just- ugh." Saeko whispered quietly. Idris facepalmed. "But you just-" "ZIP IT 'KRATES." They threatened. "Rule No.1 in the Sae-Sae handbook: don't interrupt Saeko. Ever. Capiche, ?" Idris gulped. "...o-okay." Saeko smiled. "Glad we've got that right, 'Krates. Now.. Kaoru Kajiwara. My dorm mate, eh? Niiice." "That must be the gal. Kaoru." Saeko waved. " 'Afternoon. You must be Kaoru, right?" The white-haired individual grinned. "I'm Saeko. Saeko Katsumi. Ultimate Musician." They extended a hand. [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sun, 13/11/2022 18:57 (1 Year ago) |
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They blinked. "Alrighty. That's how it's gon' be, ain't it?" Saeko whispered, annoyed. "C'mon Idris, we're gon' have to do what I do best, and what you hate the most. Talk to people." "I don't give a rat's ass about your protests, we're gon' find out your, and my, dorm mate." "HEY, ALL YOU ULTIMATES! HOW DOES A GAL LIKE ME FIND OUT WHO I'M DORMIN' WITH? MUCH APPRECIATED Y'ALL!" Saeko yelled. [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sun, 13/11/2022 11:22 (1 Year ago) |
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Dorms. Killing. Bear....for a headmaster? It all made his head spin. Made it spin worse than that giant blow to the head. He stood quietly near some stairs, preferring to listen to the whole chaos that was happening from here, than from having to talk to these strange Ultimates from there. Dorms. He shuddered. The thought of sharing a dorm with someone really made him crabby. Idris looked up, confused. "How-" The stranger extended a hand. "Idris. Idris Kallikrates." He didn't take the hand. Saeko laughed. "Ultimate....Linguist." He muttered, looking at the ground. Idris cracked a smile. "I guess." Idris paled. "Saeko. Please. No-" They cupped their hands to their mouth. Idris groaned. "Saeko. You're making my life hell." [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sat, 12/11/2022 21:24 (1 Year ago) |
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A pale hand swept thick black curls of hair back. The hand was slightly shaking. Then they slipped into their usual spot in jean pockets. "Oh boy." A voice whispered, the small hints of an accent. Hard to detect where from, though. "Hope's Peak Academy....such a dumb name for a school. Hope? Hope for what? Hope to get out of here as quickly as possible?" The sharp voice hissed. "Hopefully my stay will be brief and short. I hate class." They cursed. "Where the-" The voice stopped to briefly curse, "-is my ID?" "Now that this is over and done with-" Idris was cut short. A sudden blinding pain blossomed in his skull. He yelled but no one heard. His vision went black as he crumpled on the floor. They smiled. A new Academy. A new start. Free from the past. Away from friends and family. Not that they had many anyway. They reached into their satchel, cluttered with sci-fi magazines, sheets of music and random junk of some importance to Saeko. At last, they clutched the ID with a smile. "I'm so gonna look forward to this-" They whispered happily, white hair floating in the breeze. "I'm gonna have so much fun, I'm gonna meet new people, we'll get along, and I-" Saeko collapsed. "Oooh...boy-" Setsuna whispered nervously. "Hope's Peak Academy- eh? Gonna be...a hell of a lotta new people. People." He shuddered. "Social interactions, you love 'em, you hate 'em....I hate 'em. So much. This will be hell." He quickly swiped his ID. "Deep breaths, Setsuna. C'mon man, don't be...." But his sentence never finished. His eyes flashed and he crumpled to the ground, glasses flying off his face. [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sat, 12/11/2022 21:00 (1 Year ago) |
 ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ FLYDAY CHINATOWN -- yuugen ] 0:26 ——◦———— -1:53 ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯ 🎱 SALEM HAYES / THE DREADED 🎱 Ultimate Bad Luck Gender: Male [He/him] Age: 17 Birthday: 13th October Appearance 🎱 Personality: 🎱 Salem is a mute, and reserved person in nature. He has no patience for the simple minded. Salem is a perfectionist who strives for absolute perfection and won't stop until he sees a task through. Salem immerses himself in the true crime genre, and is obsessed with anything murder-related to the point of worry for him. Being around Salem always gets someone hurt, hence 'Ultimate Bad Luck'. strengths: weaknesses: Personality Type: ??? Description: [] Height: 5'7 [] Weight: tba [] Skin Tone: Dark [] Hair Style: Short and wavy, cut just above his shoulders. [] Hair Colour: Dark brown [] Eye Colour: Dark Brown [] Clothes: Black hoodie decorated with the 'Scream' mask, baggy jeans with chains and checkered trainers. [] Accessories: Headphones, flower tattoo across his neck. [] Other: naa [] History: oh god oh no um Sexuality: ???   Show
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-- has a huge passion for singing but doesn't in front of people because he can't hide his fem voice when singing -- dyslexic -- loves sports w bats [tennis, ping pong, badminton], is good at them -- british accent -- plays the piano [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Wed, 09/11/2022 18:37 (1 Year ago) |
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Sabaibā glanced to her left as purple hair hit the ground with a muted thud. She watched crimson blood stain olive skin, watched it creep over red eyes and trickle down pale lips. A killer's death. So beautiful. Keiki. Suzume. Nakata. Niwa. She sighed, glancing at Majikuraman before he left the Academy. "Goodbye, Maji. Good luck with life." She whispered towards him. She tiptoed past the pools of blood, Keiki's and Niwa's mingling in one last romantic effort. Sabaibā paused at Nakata's cold, dead body. She remembered the little conversation they had whilst at the beach. She smiled sadly. "Goodbye Nakata." She whispered softly. She shut Nakata's eyelids and wrapped the girl in her scarf. "It's the least I can do. You don't deserve to die. Niwa was no hero. I wish you knew that." Sabaibā stood up. "Time...to leave." A few years later. Sabaibā Mitsue went back to her old modelling career under a new name. She became hugely successful and started her own clothes brand. She named it after the one person who she trusted most to tell her secret. Hisoka. The 'Hisoka' brand became very popular quickly, and was well-known for its famous use of the colours amber and ruby. Strangely, the colour purple was avoided completely. Sabaibā adopted a young baby girl, who she named Nakata and raised for the rest of her life. Wow. Just wow. 10 months of my life...wasted. I'm just joking! I swear- lmao. Seriously, it's been a bomb. This RP has really been....so, so amazing. Honestly. I've developed Keiki so much, and also developed a hatred towards Niwa. Sorry, Serendibite. You understand, right? And now Sabaibā....wow. I really did not give her enough screen time did I- I'm sorry. She deserved to be a survivor. But Keiki's death....oof. That hits right in the feels. Makes me wanna shed a few tears. I can't believe it's over, and I kinda wish it wasn't over. But sadly, all things must come to an end, right? Thank you so much, I love you all and Game 2 better be a bomb or else I'm suing. I'm joking. Kinda. [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Wed, 09/11/2022 13:40 (1 Year ago) |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Tue, 08/11/2022 22:21 (2 Years ago) |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Tue, 08/11/2022 16:21 (2 Years ago) |
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"We've won! We've.... ...won! Everything seemed to slow down at this very moment, Keiki's vision narrowed, blurring out the dead bodies of the Ultimates and focusing on those dark, ruby eyes. Round, soft, the colour of blood. A pearly tear welled in Keiki's eye, and ran down softly down pale skin, caressing narrow lips before falling and dripping on the cold, bloody stone floor. Drip. Drip. The face of his lover. Beautiful. In the midst of shock and horror Keiki couldn't stop themselves from marvelling at Niwa's handsome face. The face of a killer. Niwa. They clutched their head, brown shoots of hair sprouting out of bone-white fingers, covered in small cuts. Ringing filled their ears, loud and shrill. Drip. Drip. Niwa. Keiki couldn't look him in the eyes. Couldn't lift a hand to embrace warm, olive skin like they used to. Their lips were glued together. Couldn't open a mouth to tease, to shout 'Niwa-face!' Couldn't open to scream. Keiki sobbed. Tears trickled down their face, and finally Keiki opened their mouth. To yell. Shriek. Scream. Screaming as if they've never screamed before, shouts of pure anguish, terror, shock. And mourning. "N-....NIWAA-!!" Keiki shrieked in between short, loud gasps. "WHY....WHY-" They screamed. "WE'VE WON!? WE'RE FREE!?" "NIWA-" Keiki stopped. "Pass me the gun, Niwa." They whispered coolly, tears still running down their face. "PASS ME THE DAMN GUN YOU- YOU COWARD." Keiki yelled. Drip. Drip. Shaking fingers wrapped themselves around a cool steel handle. Another hand dug into their battered satchel. "For you. Niwa. A...parting gifts of sorts." Keiki chuckled. A sheet of lined paper fluttered out of their hand, and landed in a pool of Nakata's blood. A sketch. And a poem. "From a liar to a liar, Niwa. That's the name of the poem. You knew my secret from the very start, didn't you? You figured it out. Yet...you really believed that I'd go with you. After all this crap?" They chuckled. "I mean...I was tempted. I fell right into this 'lil trap of yours. Gawd, I'm stupid. I should've killed you when I had the chance. But I didn't. Why?" Drip. Drip. "Oh gawd. It's obvious. It's because I love you, you coward. You lied to me. You killed the Ultimates. And you expected me to come with you, after all this? Ohoho. You have another thing coming." They loaded the gun. "Goodbye Niwa-face. I'll see you in hell." Keiki blew Niwa one last kiss. . . . The poem was barely legible. Covered in Nakata's and now Keiki's blood. Only the last line was visible. And that's why I love you. [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Tue, 08/11/2022 10:19 (2 Years ago) |
 Gender: Male (He/Him, They/Them) Age: 17 Faction:(Hero/Villain): Villain Abilities: [MINOR SKILLS:] Idris has a vast knowledge of plants and their uses, whether they be harmful or medicinal. Idris is skilled in witchcraft as well. His 'GOOD NIGHT DARLING' ability works best in the darkness, proving more useless in the daytime. That's not to say it won't fail. His other skills work fine in day or night. [MAIN ABILITIES] ['STAMINA ABSORBTION': A VARIATION OF THE SKILL 'ABSORBTION'.] When in contact with another living being Idris can steal the stamina of others, while removing it from the source, into their body and use it in various ways, gaining some form of advantage, either by enhancing themselves, gaining the drained power, using it as power source etc., temporarily. ['GOOD NIGHT DARLING': BRANCHED OUT 'ABSORBTION ABILITY'.] When 'STAMINA ABSORBTION' has been used for a long time, Idris can use collected energy to send others to sleep for short periods of time only. This however, can reduce his own stamina and leave him a little weaker. This is only used in dire circumstances. Personality: Idris is a calm and collected individual, with a sharp tongue and a lot of wit. He's quick to anger, however, if you assume that he's Hades' son....Idris hates that. He's usually well-tempered, and is a quite loud and excitable person with friends, but quiet when around others he views as strangers. Idris dislikes physical contact, only resorting to small, one-armed hugs if he really needs to. He's quick to flash a dazzling smile, and quick to crack a joke. Description: x Idris has quite pale skin, small, porcelain features and pale lips. Messy, black hair dangles in front of his almost-black eyes. A small black tattoo in the shape of a teardrop is visible under his right eyelid. Idris has several golden piercings in his right ear. He often wears baggy hoodies in all shades of grey and black (rarely sporting brightly-coloured clothes), with a black turtleneck underneath, ripped jeans and checked trainers. Idris wears small silver rings on his fingers, with several precious stones embedded inside them. Password: aether Palpad:(Y/N) yes mwahha Other: He prefers to be the 'silent assassin' type so...watch out <3 [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Mon, 07/11/2022 19:57 (2 Years ago) |
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Asahi, the goddess. Her name plastered all over fashion magazines, in the newspaper, across the media. Asahi, the teenage model. A wonder. A beauty. She could still hear the flashes of the cameras. The smooth satin feel of fabric between her fingers. Velvet. Leather. Denim. Baby blue. Lime green. Pastel pink. All those dresses. Such bright colours. Her face, covered with powders and creams. Looking in the mirror, she could never recognise herself. Hideous. Monster. Chuku Mitsue went by three names. Chuku, the hollow. Masked. Mysterious. A new leaf, overturned. A new person. She could escape her life. But for a short while only. This was the end. Or was it? She could embrace her past. Be Chuku. Be Asahi. End it all now, spare the future full of horrors. Or she could be free. Sabaibā Mitsue went by one name. Sabaibā. The survivor. She could still hear her mother's voice. Soft. Quiet. Like bells in a spring breeze. Sabaibā. Sabaibā let her scarf drop. The purple cotton fell to the ground. Sabaibā was a survivor. She promsied Hisoka. She promised Hisoka that she'd uncover the secrets and unmask the Masterminds or die trying. When the sun rises up And you hear my bells Run and run Across the hills Across the meadow She ran a hand over her face, the soft amber light bouncing off pearly-white cheeks and ruby lips. Chuku. Sabaibā. Survivor. Run your hands through the grass The soft green grass And raise your head to the sun Bask in its light Soft amber light. [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sun, 06/11/2022 22:07 (2 Years ago) |
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And not in a good way. Guilt clawed it's way up their throat, and thrashed in Keiki's stomach. How. How could they do this to Niwa? This whole game...they had. TToyed with his feelings. Abso-friggin'-lutely manipulated Niwa. Keiki smiled. "Yeah. I'd like that Niwa. We're gonna live a happy life, aren't we? Pancakes, writing poetry, ooh. That'd be paradise. And I'm gonna spend that...with you." "I love you Niwa." [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sun, 06/11/2022 21:58 (2 Years ago) |
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Age: 16 Ability: Geokinesis [The ability to manipulate the earth in its various forms, such as rock, sediment, nature and plantlife.] When near ground or dirt, placing her palms to the ground can cause precious stones and metals to rise up. When in contact with earth for too long, larger objects of metal such as buried weapons, tools and items can rise up. [Steel Wings:] Metal wraps itself around Mirej, sprouting into temporary wings. She can wrap her wings around herself, forming a shield, which lasts temporarily but can block most bullets and forms of violence, but can melt easily when near high temperature. [Feathers of Iron:] Mirej can fashion daggers out of metal, which she can throw at twice normal speed with increased accuracy. powers tba Faction: Hero Personality: She's a very expressionless, and emotionless person. Brought up in the military, she was taught to follow orders, and be a soldier. Nothing else. For that reason, Mirej rarely socialises, or even talks. She doesn't like to make eye-contact, and hates physical contact. Mirej is an orphan, her parents died in a war that decimated her city. She was taken, by unknown strangers, and shipped to the military to fight. She's quite sensitive about her past. Mirej is very determined and brave, who will stop at nothing to get her way. She can't go down without a fight. Appearance: Mirej has a rather narrow, slender build, with slightly muscled arms and shoulders, from her time in the military. She has dark chocolate coloured skin, and deep brown eyes. Her hair is lighter than her skin, with honey tints towards the edges, and light brown streaks at the sides. She tends to wear her hair up in a ponytail, or underneath a scarf. The scarf she wears isn't for a religious reason. It's a light shade of green, with a small blue pattern at the back. She dresses like she was back in the military., knee-length black boots, black cargo pants, and sometimes a black leather jacket on top. She wears a black belt around her waist, which holds several knives of different shapes and sizes. Her hands are covered with tight, grey leather gloves. Password: AETHER Palpad:(Y/N) yee suree Other: don't mess with my bby [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sun, 06/11/2022 21:36 (2 Years ago) |
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Idris Kallikrates| The Ram Hybrid No.256 #i2k56r Type: Unpredictable Idris stared at the tag which clung to grey horns which jutted painfully out of his hair, a mass of messy black curls which spilled over his pale face. His necked ached with the weight of curly horns, a result of the torturous tests which he was put through, not that long ago. He sighed, leaning against a metal signpost. Idris scanned his surroundings for the umpteenth time. There was no one here. As usual. For the past weeks, the abandoned convenience store he camped out at was quiet. Obviously. Because...it was abandoned. There was really no point in staying cautious, really. If Xyeneca really wanted him back...well, then he would already have been captured. Right? He sighed, closing his yellow eyes, neck drooping. There was no chance of Xyeneca finding him, right? Or so he thought.. [Read more] |
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malyen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 195 |
Posted: Sun, 06/11/2022 21:04 (2 Years ago) |
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He was gone. The only person who Asahi ever decided to trust. And he was gone. Dead. Her eyes filled with tears, that dripped down her face, staining purple cloth darker. She dropped to her knees. A knife clattered to the ground, having fallen out of her pocket. She stared at her reflection, distorted, blade shining cruelly in harsh light. Asahi listened to the cheers of the other Ultimates. We're free! Free...free...free... Her face paled. They were never going to be free. As long as they lived, the horrors they had faced were going to come back. In one way or another, in nightmares or reality, they would come back. Every time she closed her eyes, Asahi could see the faces of all the dead Ultimates, expressions frozen in a scream of terror, laying in a pool of blood. Ruby red. Her hand went to her earrings, stroking the amber stones. Amber. Ruby red. Hisoka's eyes. Hisoka's hair. Wherever she looked, Asahi could still see the dead Ultimate's. She couldn't bear it. She couldn't leave. She could never be free. [Read more] |