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Post by necronightmare on Sept 5, 2008 21:03:47 GMT -5
Harry: Yeah... I know how ya feel, boss....
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Post by Quill on Sept 5, 2008 21:05:01 GMT -5
Spat: So, what's your story, pfpth?
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 5, 2008 21:06:24 GMT -5
Harry: Oh, the boss got mad and sent me on... permanent vacation. *sniffle* He's so mean!
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Post by Quill on Sept 5, 2008 21:09:48 GMT -5
Spat: That's too bad, pfpth...*crosses arms* No matter what I do, some goody-goody has to go and fix it! It's so irritating, pfpth!
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 5, 2008 21:12:52 GMT -5
Harry: I keep trying to make 'em do bad, and all they wanna do is GOOD. It's so nasty, boss...
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Post by Quill on Sept 5, 2008 21:14:33 GMT -5
Spat: Goody-goodies, peh. Who needs 'em, pfpth? All they do is sweet things, and fall in...in love! It's disgusting, pfpth!
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 5, 2008 21:19:37 GMT -5
Harry: *nods* What's even more disgusting is when they fall in love with the DEVIL.
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Post by Quill on Sept 5, 2008 21:20:24 GMT -5
Spat: *sits straight up* Say that again, pfpth?!
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 6, 2008 11:09:31 GMT -5
Harry: *sigh* So this dame, Philomena. Real nasty. Complete bee-yotch if ya know what I mean. So, we try to save 'er, cuz we don't wanna put up with her in hell. And wouldn't ya know it, she falls in love with "Nicky". And he blames ME and I get fired! *sniff* It's not fair, boss....
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Post by Quill on Sept 6, 2008 11:10:17 GMT -5
Spat: This is why I hate love, pfpth.
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 6, 2008 11:10:54 GMT -5
Harry: Me too... *sniff*
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 25, 2008 17:39:31 GMT -5
Name: Ultima Age: Old as time itself Race: Scion, The High Seraph Master: Nesta Appearance: See Pic. History: ~Masterpiece among the scions created by the gods, and mastermind of the plot to rise against them. Prior to her betrayal, she was tasked with guiding souls to heaven and aiding in their reincarnation. Called the High Seraph for her angelic wings of glimmering gold, yet it was on wings of deepest black that the tainted angel Ultima rose against the gods. Since her fall, her heart is without light, and impossible to know.~
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 25, 2008 17:42:55 GMT -5
Name: Mateus Age: Old as time itself Race: Scion, The Corrupt Master: Unassigned History: ~Scion of darkness ruling and protecting those who live in the underworld, in opposition to Lahabrea, Abyssal Celebrant and scion of light. In the course of his rule, he submitted to avarice, and the darkness took his heart, transforming him until he was both evil and corupt. Then in his cowardice did he bind a Goddess of the Demesne of Ice, and using her as a living sheild, he challenged the gods. Defeated before their might, he fell screaming into the depths of hell, there to be imprisoned for all eternity.
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 25, 2008 17:48:03 GMT -5
Name: Cuchulainn Age: Old as time itself Race: Scion, The Impure Master: Zach History: Scion created to rid the world of its impurities by swallowing them within himself, in opposition to Nabriales the Majestic, scion of light. The world, however, was more filled with impurity and corruption than even the gods dared imagine, and having swallowed it all, the once beautiful Cuchulainn was transformed into a hideous thing, a deity of filth, and so did he turn against his creators. Wherever his feet should fall, there all life withers to dust.
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Post by necronightmare on Sept 25, 2008 17:53:35 GMT -5
Name: Zalera Age: Old as time itself Race: Scion, The Death-Seraph Master: Unassigned History: Heretic scion who wrapped the world in dark energies, seeking to take the souls of all living things unto himself. Created in oposition to Emet-Selch, Angel of Truth, and scion of light. Originally tasked with the judging of men upon their deaths, his soul was tainted by the curses of those who raged against the heavens, and seizing one of the gods' servants, a shamaness, as a hostage, he rebelled against his creators. Even now, in defeat, he clutches the shamaness to him in his right arm, and with the aid of her death-wail does he summon the soul of darkness to do his bidding.
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