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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Thu, 06/01/2022 00:51 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 04/01/2022 01:15 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 01:39 (3 Years ago) |
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I'd be glad to join in the PalPad group! [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 01:18 (3 Years ago) |
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Username: The_Blackguard_Empire Character Name: Dezerae "Disarray" Thompson Gender & Pronouns: Non-binary, They/Them Age: Though they're 15, Dezerae is very goofy Godly Parent: Eris Powers: Disorder - While this isn't exactly a welcome skill, Dezerae has a passive ability to cause.. Well, disarray. Everywhere they go, something gets a little harder to do, or a little more hectic. As of now, Dezerae hasn't found a way to dampen or silence the ability, only a way to focus it. Oops! - Dezerae boasts the casual ability to, with enough focus, bring their chaotic aura to a point within their view, though it can't be held there for long, and does sap energy from the demigod. In the particular area of focus, which ranges in size from just a few inches in any direction up to a yard in any direction, everything goes terribly, horribly wrong. Walking through the area may lead to rolling or spraining your ankle, tripping and hurting yourself, or any other possibility. There's really no way to tell. Weapon of Choice: Dezerae, though a chaotic being, fancies the control and precision needed for the use of a rapier, crafted from Celestial Bronze and kept well-polished and sharpened. While out of use, the blade takes the form of a belt, always worn loosely around the demigod's waist. Appearance: The very first thing the eye is drawn to in Dezerae is their brightly colored hair, dyed an eye-assaulting purple and controlled enough to be made into a pixie cut, with some extra work needed in the mornings to really make the style appear. The next thing would be their deep, brown eyes, always bright with the spark of an idea. Their face is round and kind, though major emotions ruin the friendliness - anger and sadness really show on Dezerae's face, the bright eyes becoming dark and dreary. Their mouth is thin and meek, with small lips just below a very straight nose. The rest of their body boasts the main topic of confusion for most, with feminine hips and masculine shoulders disrupting the average judgement of Dezerae's identity. Forever a fitness freak, their arms and shoulders are heavily muscled, growing taught and firm during the times when they bear a heavy weight. Their legs are those of a runner, good for springing off of each step and landing comfortably on the next. A pair of jeans and a tank-top is the common apparel for this demigod, with a green aviator's jacket on windy or cold days. (Definitely not an edit: Dezerae stands at 5'5 1/4") Personality: Dezerae is a bubbly, bright person, their eyes always shining with a new idea to bring some kind of minor change to somewhere. Whether that's trying to put old, decorative dishes on the walls (which was a bad idea with them around), or changing the layout of something, Dezerae always seems to find something to change in an area. They're usually very hard to anger or depress, though a few sensitive topics could be found upon digging deep enough. Backstory: Dezerae was a very lucky demigod, surviving on their own until the age of 15 with only a rare few encounters with monsters. However, their luck changed when they reached Camp Half-Blood - only two days before the incident occurred. Dezerae was struck hard by the incident with suspicion falling to them quickly, being the offspring of Eris, the Goddess of strife and discord. This earned them a regular cold shoulder or harsh glare from some of the other demigods, something they didn't take too well. Some days would be spent simply hiding away from the eyes of others. Relationships: Dezerae's main relationship with one with their dad, who kept them up and running most of their life. Their bond slowly wore down, however, as Dezerae made their way to Camp Half-Blood, leaving their father behind. Other: Though it's odd coming from somebody who causes chaos by simply stepping into a room, Dezerae desperately chases after order, whether it's in their home, their life, or otherwise. Password: Supreme Meat Lover's Pizza [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sun, 26/12/2021 21:39 (3 Years ago) |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Mon, 13/12/2021 00:35 (3 Years ago) |
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Wade stiffened, hearing a shout from across the the café. Somebody had noticed the blood, though who it was he didn't care to tell. Almost instantly, he stood up, nearly knocking his chair over. Catching it, he stood the seat back upright and pushed it in with a single, fluid motion. The bell over the door jingled as he opened it, intent on leaving. The small ache in his stomach was gone, replaced instead by the feeling of spiders trying to crawl up his throat. He felt eyes landing on him, felt the numbers watching, felt their wonderous thoughts, taunting him, threatening him, screaming at him. He needed to be gone from there, and he would stop at nothing to be. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 16:09 (3 Years ago) |
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The quarrel had not gone unnoticed by Wade, who felt briefly that everybody was looking in the opposite direction. However, this did not last long. He shivered slightly as a creeping feeling slid down his neck, dragging heated claws down his spine. Of course. Bloodshed. Grabbing for a cloth from his pocket, Wade pressed it against the back of his neck, his eyes set sternly on the ground before him. The poor soul next to him, a man only a little older than Wade himself, noticed. "Are you alright?" 'Are you alright?' The sentence caused Wade to clench his jaw in minor aggression. "Yes, I'm fine." "You're bleeding." Wade gave no response. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 03:57 (3 Years ago) |
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The café was indeed very full, causing Wade to swallow a cry of despair, only clenching his jaw and shuffling to the side, waiting for the line the shrink, so that he might be able to order a muffin or cheese Danish to quell the growing concave his stomach now flaunted. Shuffling quietly to a seat before the window in the corner, Wade set his forehead down on the countertop, closing his eyes and letting his breath come shaky and nervous. His left hand acted as a barrier between outside the window and what could be seen of his face, wrapped around his skull like a protective beast. As for his right hand, it went to the back oh his neck, at first only covering the already hidden flesh, though slowly but surely clenching into a fist, then unclenching... The clenching, then turning to a vicious claw, slowly tearing at the raw scars covering the nape of his neck. The fear of feeling so many eyes on him shook him down to the very bottom of his core, causing his breath to tear more, ragged and horrified. 'They're all staring at you... They know...' [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 02:36 (3 Years ago) |
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Indeed, the alleyways had yielded a shade, if only a small one. It did nothing, however, to help the gentle claws slowly picking apart the spine of Wade. He wanted to vomit. He wanted to try and purge the idea from his mind. Hell, he wanted to cut himself off of the shade that he felt swelling, lapping at it's chops, slowly chuckling at the enjoyment it got from eating another of itself, if less abnormal, twisted. As if in response, however, to the shade being satisfied, the physical stomach tied to it grumbled in protest of any activity. Clutching his left arm over his midsection, Wade looked up and around, his bloodshot eyes trailing idly down the fronts of buildings, shops, apartments, pondering quietly, until at last a sanctuary of food became visible; a café, likely already packed full at this point in the morning. Wade's shuffling step grew somewhat larger, his free hand subconsciously reaching for the wallet in his pocket, opening it and fingering through the bills, counting how many there were. All fives, and around eight of them. It would be plenty, even for an overpriced coffee shop, to buy a small breakfast and warm drink. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sat, 11/12/2021 04:39 (3 Years ago) |
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Sleep does not come to the wicked, the evil, the filth of the world. It does not come to those who think all eyes are on them, to those who hear each voice as a whisper about themselves. 'Good God, look over at that one...' However, if it does come, it is restless, terrible, and haunting. Such a night welcomed Wade Marolf, full of the haunting terror of his life, feeling invisible eyes bearing down on him, hearing sounds supernatural and horrifying to the ears. The waking world was no better, his vision distorted and confused, his nighttime wear doused with freezing sweat, his bedsheets soaked through and through, his pillow and sopping wet mess. How one person might produce that much sweat and not die in their sleep from dehydration was beyond Wade, though. Of course, this was not his main focus. His head throbbed incessantly, a dull buzzing like a swarm of enraged bees inside his skull. The backs of his eyes hurt in a most peculiar way, as if some imp were pressing against them, begging to be freed from the prison of the skull, whether by it's own means or by intervention from some outside divinity. The shower would be the first stop for Wade, then back to his room to dress and cover himself with a jacket, the collar pulled up to try and hide the raw wounds on his nape. Then it would be out to the street, trying to make the way from place to place without so many eyes finding him, staring, peeling apart the armor that hid his mind, so tarnished and corrupted. He'd killed, so long ago. And not so long ago. Of course, today would likely not be much different. The alleyways held a strange number of shades, some that wouldn't be missed. Wade's mind grimaced, some unpleasant mixture of anticipation and self-loathing welling up uncontrollably. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sat, 11/12/2021 01:52 (3 Years ago) |
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Age - 16 Gender - Male - He/Him Appearance - Wade stands at 5'8", with dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes. He's extremely, skinny, borderline underweight. His face is pockmarked severely from a case of acne that lasted for too long. His shoulders are thin and slouched, his eyes tired and sunken from a lack of sleep. The back of his neck is covered in scars. Personality - Wade was, before he died, a happy and supportive boy. However, his bright attitude changed rapidly when he died and was brought back. Now, the poor Marolf is a quiet, lonely man with terrible paranoia and a bad nervous habit of itching at the back of his neck. Backstory - Wade lived a wonderful life, for sixteen years and eight months. He happily ran a small business in collaboration with his partner in crime, Isaac, and was a wonderful student, as well as a supporter of several small groups. He walked to and from school, helped anywhere he could, and was an all-around great person. However, this changed on a bright, sunny day, the opposite of a sad morning. While walking to school alone, Wade suddenly found himself having trouble breathing. He soon collapsed, clawing at his throat and slowly choking, only two minutes away from his destination; his fallen body was hidden around the corner from the school, out of sight of anybody able to help. Cause of Initial Death - Suffocation due to Swelling of the Airway - Anaphylactic Shock Caused by an Unknown Allergy Other - N/A [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Mon, 30/08/2021 19:06 (3 Years ago) |
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However, this did not halt the terror from being polite. Or, as polite as a cannibal god could be. From their past, Aelin knew that any flesh would suffice to satisfy the hunger that Darren so rarely had... Even if it were his own kind's. He even smelled of blood at that very moment, as he stepped over to the nearest chair and glared down at it. His eyes examined the seat so carefully, it was as if he suspected it to open up and swallow whatever sat upon it. At last, he pressed a talon into the center of the cushion, pulling it away and examining it, then sitting. Evidently, he was satisfied by the fact that a bear trap hadn't snapped his claws off. In return, the horror gestured to a seat across from him. "Don't be shy. We're old.... 'Friends.' You know that.. You remember me, thought not fondly. Take a seat." He didn't have any plan regarding speech, so it seemed. After a moment, the head of his serpent appeared once more, crawling across his shoulders and lacing herself across the many limbs that this dragon had. She made herself at home strewn between the bases of his intimidatingly large wings and his impressive rack of horns. Like a ram's, there was a pair curled down around his long, pointed ears. Though, that was one set of four. He was different from when Aelin had last seen him, and understandably so. It had been some time. One difference was clear: three more sets of horns. One set protruded from the front of his head, and ended quickly in wickedly sharp points. The second new pair seemed to be more decorative, spreading out to the sides of his head and forming a demonic crown of the charred bone. The last pair only added to the terror that existed within the mamba's perch: like a deer's antlers, though far sharper and shorter. They rose directly up, branching out three times each, and ending at eight more small terror-inducing points. He no longer wore the same old baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans, either. In their place were a simple set of thick wraps and tight shorts, both scarred by some sharp object during combat. With the way this divergent freak fought, it could have been his very own claws. Bloodstained wraps surrounded his forearms, hiding the world from his terror-scent. The pheromone was powerful once exposed, though it could not penetrate the ancient wraps on Darren's wrists. His chest was covered with similar bandages, though they bore no blood. They wrapped sideways across his chest, openly exposing his scaly hide to the chilling night. One might have called them "Druid's wraps," if not for the unholy being that wore them. His legs were clothed in what seemed to be Kevlar, only halfway down his thighs. The waistband of the shorts was elastic, and seemed to have been sewed on. These were nothing bought or stolen, but rather created from pieces lifted from unsuspecting officers of the law. That, and some poor bungee cord that had been cut from whatever is held in it's past life. His eyes were entrancing, changing colors subtly in the light levels and with the angles of Darren's head. One was a flaming orange, twinkling like a forest alight. The other was teal, a soft green-blue, such as an ocean's shallowest tide. It seemed to move such as the water did too, gently lulling any soul who stared too long into a deadly stare-off with hell itself. He now kept his gaze fixed upon Aelin's own, as if daring her to blink for him to win the children's game of a staring contest. Though, with a predator, that game had much higher stakes. 776 words [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 51 |
Posted: Sat, 28/08/2021 23:26 (3 Years ago) |
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Type of Creature/Cat/Hybrid: SandWing Appearance: Here Gender: Male Age: Mid-adult Wearing/Accessories: Xercole wears a blindfold and one golden horn ring. Sometimes, he has a cloak that covers his entire body. Skills/abilities: Aside from the usual SandWing abilities, Xerocole has an incredible sense of smell, partially due to the fact that he's blind. He's said he can even smell emotions, though whether that's true or not is hard to know. Theme Song: Couture (Explicit) Bio/Other: Xerocole is said to be an illusive sort of dragon, hard to see and impossible to catch. However, if you do manage to enrage him enough to where he'll fight you, he becomes an entirely different dragon. His attacks become animalistic and cruel, doing everything in his power to kill his opponent. Some say he's immune to pain, too. He's not showed enough of himself to truly tell if that's true or false. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 20/08/2021 22:17 (3 Years ago) |
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Type of Creature/Cat/Hybrid: SkyWing Appearance: Gender: Male Age: Valor was buries for many many years, though he was roughly a middle-aged adult when he fell asleep. Wearing/Accessories: Valor used to wear a pair of golden horn rings, several decorative necklaces, and a set of bloodstained black armor. However, due to him growing when he was buried, those have all broken. Now, he carries only an enchanting ring that shrinks him down when he put it on. In addition, he wields a scythe that he enchanted to follow his commands with perfect accuracy. He named this scythe "Valdimire." Skills/abilities: Valor is an animus dragon, and has made several enchantments on himself. First, he accidentally made himself nearly impossible to kill by muttering "I wish I weren't so vulnerable." From there, he went on without knowing he was an animus, not making any more spells. His next spell was to make his soul immune to the animus curse, and then to be able to smell other animus magic around him. Theme Song: Oblivion Bio/Other: Long ago, Valor was hatched as a SkyWing prince, though he was seen as too weak to truly do anything. His father sparred with him, and always won, to try and make him stronger, leading to the prince's first enchantment. However, he was still seen as too weak. He was exiled from his kingdom and sent to live on his own, soon becoming a paid fighter or guard due to his near invulnerability. He soon became a Warlord, finding his power unimaginably satisfying. He gathered support and nearly tore apart the Sky Kingdom, taking it as his own and restoring it to order - under his iron talon. He saw himself as a Darkstalker, only better; more fair, more loyal. And because of that, he soon grew enraged with himself. How would he keep his rule if he died? So, as any logical dragon would do, he enchanted a stone to hold his soul immortal and buried himself. Under the earth, he grew. Above the earth, his stone was passed along through generations as a prize. Now that he's risen, though, he no longer fears losing his rule. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 20/08/2021 20:55 (3 Years ago) |
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Type of Creature/Cat/Hybrid: NightWing/Skywing Appearance: Oracul is a dragon with crimson wing membranes and enchanting violet scales. His horns are black and large, his claws white and painted with dark reds, simply for his own fancy. His eyes are an intoxicating set of colors, one a sky blue and the other a deep, rich purple. He's not an overly large dragon, though he's most certainly not small. Gender: Male Age: Oracul is roughly a young adult, just a little younger than Midnight. Wearing/Accessories: Oracle wears a gray blindfold when he flies, so that he can focus more on flapping his wings and using his abilities to guide him, rather than having to try and focus on using his eyes. Skills/abilities: Despite his lack of ability to read minds, Oracul can tell any possible futures with perfect accuracy - and tell what catalysts might cause each future. Theme Song: Valhalla - SKÁLD Bio/Other: This hybrid was born under two full moons, one of which was a Supermoon, which is when a moon is closest to it's planet. That makes it visibly larger and, in Oracul's case, enhance certain abilities. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 17/08/2021 15:33 (3 Years ago) |
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Type of Creature/Cat/Hybrid: A shadow; holds no true form, but it still very much exists as a three-dimensional being Appearance: This shadow is the size of a cat, similar to it's master, though it is very clearly a dragon. It has wings and a longer snout, as well as ridges on it's spine. Gender: None; It/that Age: 22 Moons Wearing/Accessories: None Skills/abilities: This shadow can, at night or in other darkness, separate from it's owner and do as it wishes, though it cannot actually touch other being; only their shadows. To add, it can speak to anyone and everyone, even if they want to shut it out by covering thier ears. Theme Song: Lost Bio/Other: This shadow came into the world alongside a cat, evidently part of a prophecy: "A kit of both herself and beasts." Name: Vallyshade Type of Creature/Cat/Hybrid: Cat Appearance: Valleyshade is a very large cat, her short fur surprisingly unmatted even though she rarely grooms herself. Her fur is mostly grey, only upset by black tiger stripes scattered over her torso. Piercing amber eyes are usually wide awake, ready to snap at anything aggressive with shining white teeth. Gender: Female Age: 22 Moons Wearing/Accessories: Valleyshade wears a small wrap of vines around her front left leg, as well as an odd piece of metal around her neck; it's too mauled to see what is says, though. Skills/abilities: Valleyshade is exceptionally skilled in battle and escaping, even if escape should be impossible. She credits it to her "ability to shrink or grow," usually as a joke. Valley excels in ambushes and battling more than one cat, her large body able to take much more damage before she gives in. Theme Song: The Mind Electric Bio/Other: Valleyshade was born into a clan as a prophecy kit, supposedly destined to bring peace to all Clans, so long as she was in one. Not wanting the responsibility, she ran away as soon as she was old enough to hunt. She refuses to tell anything of her life beyond that. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 17/08/2021 15:06 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 10/08/2021 19:37 (3 Years ago) |
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The monsters seemed to vanish in the moonlight, unseen and unheard. They were nowhere to be found, even in the deepest pits and the darkest corners. Of course, that fact would be found out by only the most adventurous souls. On the third night of this sudden invasion, three gunshots would cry out in the night time, only to be silenced by the scream of an inhuman beast. The survivors had two more nights to live during the moonlit hours. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 10/08/2021 04:35 (3 Years ago) |
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Type of dragon/Cat/Hybrid: Red Fox Appearance: Fluff Hawk is your average Red Fox: orange fur with black feet and a white tipped tail and underbelly, as well as a white lower jaw. His ears are tipped in black, and his eyes are a deep orange. Gender: Male Age: Fluff failed to keep track of his own age, though he's not quite fully grown, and not quite a kit; somewhere in the adolescent stage of his life. Wearing: Though he doesn't wear it, Fluff is almost always carrying a red or blue flower with him. Skills/abilities: This fox is able to sniff out any herb from up to a total of ninety two meters; quite a distance, especially for a cat. Bio/Other: Fluff taught himself everything he knows, and therefore ended up speaking in third person. "This fox" is usually his way of saying "I" or "me." [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 09/08/2021 15:10 (3 Years ago) |
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