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GDPR 014

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  1.   Hail, friend! I'm interested in your work, so I'ma make a request!

     

    1) Character's Name: Ciris

              2) In Game Name: philip_2011

              3) Gender: Male

              4) Race: Human

              5) Age: 25

              6) Reference: http://i.imgur.com/gBxdNeb.png

              7) Anime [ ] or Chibi [x]

              8) Pose: Legs apart, facing center. He has a pole-axe(head of the poleaxe up: http://www.kultofathena.com/images%5CAA010_1_l.jpg ) emitting a golden glow. If it's possible, could he be screaming, "ADVENTURE!"

  2. Given Name: Salvator

    True Name (MC Name): philip_2011

    (Skype Name): Philip.poretsky

    Race? You shall find such upon meeting me, dear ser!

    Doth ye aspire the path of The Knight, The Mechanist or The Magician? The Magician.

    Doth ye solemnly swear to protect your Crimson Heart brethren? Forsooth.

  3. MC Name: philip_2011

     

    Skype: ((PM me and I will tell you.))

     

    IC Name: philip.poretsky

     

    Magic/magics you use/know: Necromancy, Elemental Evocation, Arcanism ((Evocation)), Illusion ((Mental Magic)), Alteration. 

    Magic/magics you wish to teach: Elemental(Earth, Electrical)/Arcanism Evocation, Illusion((Mental Magic)) and Alteration((Transfiguration, Telekinesis.))

     

    How long have you been practising these magics?: Alteration was in /early/ fringe, same with Elemental and Arcanism. Illusionary was taught from the start of Thales. 

  4. Bruh. I've been roleplaying with ventios for a while. He's level-headed, mature, creative, and amazing person- both IC and OOC. I can't even describe how fun it is to RP with him as well, all that emotion, the descriptions; it's just amazing! And with ET supah powahs, he can let loose events that can grasp the attention of players and then evolve their roleplay experience into something of superb quality. 

     

    +1 If I could add in more +1s, I would. Freema, you best get this kiddo in, he's got the potential to be...#1

  5. Cer'xion stares at the letter with a hollowed gaze. A hand reaching out to grasp at the paper, 

     

    "You ought to be kidding me...how could I have made a kin as daft as this..." His fingers curl up the paper, throwing it into a near-by fire. He then slides a hand into his satchel. 

     

    "Ah! Who; what!?" He yells in dismay as the phylactory he kept so secure was no longer there. He turns to Korsol and grasps the phylactory.

  6. The black robed figure that is Cer'Xion takes hold of the letter within its metal-and-leather-covered digits, creating a few wrinkles on the parchment. The mouth slit of its mask exhales a short sigh, fueled with both relief and relish. The hollowed gaze of its metallic visage rose, towards the ancient ruins the figure stands on. 

     

    "An old friend shows himself...what joy." 

     

    Moments after, a raven settles itself on Cer'Xion's shoulder, a different paper being handed to it, which wraps around a leg. The being whispers to the bird,

     

    "Gerrand godar nuzk ngalm. Gynkow kon care." The bird then flew off, traversing the air until it found Adorellan, delivering him the letter that Cer'Xion had made. [i'll PM you the contents.]

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    The plated being takes the scroll from the hooded man, nodding his helm in thanks. With a few metallic clicks and clacks, he set off with the sun beating off his whitened and golden armor.

     

    "By Xan, this must be important."

     

    He mutters, hollowed out by his helmet. The paladin's pace quickens as he moves along the stone pathway, him in hopes of a steadfast journey to the Cloud Temple. Once he reaches the calming aura of the land, he makes his search for the man whom Aedrex spoke of, keeping the page secure in his search, and finally, if he was to find the man; he showed him the page. 

  8. The dark robed being stares at the ground as news spread. A hand clenching at its side, finger tips of metal and leather digging into a leather clad palm. Its mask raises its head after some time, though the visage underneath it is struck with a bewildered look. its lord, Jynx, has fallen by those who the figure assumed thought with their blades rather than reason. And once its gaze fixated on the warped trees of the Embermoor, the frame exhaled a short sigh. It then turned on its heels and walked off. 

     

    "...Damn them. The mindless fools." The frame utters in its ambling.

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