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Vindicant

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About Vindicant

  • Rank
    Operator Operating Operationally
  • Birthday 07/13/1998

Contact Methods

  • Minecraft Username
    K0llu
  • Skype
    Vindicant
  • Email
    kollu1@yahoo.com

Profile Information

  • Gender
    Male
  • Location
    /k/
  • Interests
    Shitposting about my favoured waifus.

Character Profile

  • Character Name
    Karyssmov Faroe.

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  1. A Letter to the Descendants

    "Buncha scum who ran off because they didn't get to be the protagonists. Let 'em burn, cause the Ascended aren't coming back to Sutica." remarks Karyssmov Faroe, tearing the notice from the board in the Federation.
  2. Mardi Gras!

    hell yeah son
  3. this is a good boy

  4. Vaction

    gotta have a break sometime, be safe
  5. [Accepted] put me in coach

    my son is back
  6. [Lore Submission] Ghost Drain

    I like this. Make sure ghosts more relevant in terms of things instead of just 'whoop I'm floating', I agree with it. I like what Demo noted up above, maybe there should be a way for the ghost to expand on their reason to exist, and maybe requirements needed before they can 'pass on' metaphorically speaking. Ghost RP has been unique and enjoyable, with many ghosts having their own style and reasons for what they do. This will help them be more relevant! +1
  7. The Crimson Returns, A Threat Ushered To Sutica

    Karyssmov sips his apple juice. "Literally who?" he remarks before throwing the paper away.
  8. Rose Meets a God

    Karyssmov grumps some distance away. "I do not have an old man face." he grumbles.
  9. [Accepted] [Pending][Actor] MrBamPow

    A good boy +1
  10. I think this goes here?

    Also Ballymun is a cute little peasant town in our walls full of cute peasanty boys who like to sell things and harvest crops.
  11. I think this goes here?

    Sutica is a solid place and has an active Cleric Order, and we are based on RP! Also a place to look for should you wish. We welcome returning and new players alike and we do our best to make sure our environment is open and a place where people can 'get back in the groove' for rping, since I know that returning people and new ones can be a bit shy when it comes to those things.
  12. [Denied] [Pending][Actor] HurferDurfer

    smells like sin +1
  13. Chin Up

    “Chin up.” The briefest of words were said from Karyssmov Faroe to the young lad walking through the streets, his head hanging low. The young man had black hair, blue eyes, and a seemingly unending smile...but today, it had waned. With surprise, after Karyssmov has spoken, he quickly looked up to the Cleric across from him. A quickly stammered “S-Sorry, your Lordship!” was spoken, but Faroe had waved it off. “Something is off. Where’s the pep? The smirk? Usually, you got some sort of damn glimmer in your eyes. Stuff never goes away. But it ain’t there now.” Another batch of stammered replies, before a faint sigh is heard from the young man in the gray robes. “You remember, don’t you? When you and the Princess had given me a task? A quest!” the familiar glimmer had arisen, albeit faintly, before fading again. “I don’t...I can’t fight. Look! I’m a noodle.” He attempted to flex, earning naught but a wee bump. Such things would not do for a ‘hero’, which Dragel was trying to be. “Come on now. Simple solution, innit? You just go and train.” Karyssmov states with a chuckle, waving such a thing off. The Prince walked over towards Dragel, before resting an armoured gauntlet upon the youngblood’s head and ruffling his hair in a joking manner. Dragel had puffed his cheeks out in a pout at the teasing. “Easy for you to say! You got all them fancy ‘trae-niing’ dummies! You can whack at ‘em all dam-...dang day, and you can keep strong! I ain’t got that, no sirree!” At that, Karyssmov was given brief pause. He taps his chin in thought for a moment, before nodding. “Is simple, kid. You remind me alot of myself when I was young. Buncha air in yer head and enough gusto to take on an entire legion of undead sycophants. But you can’t take on a big ol’ legion of them there deadboys unless you get strong. I know just what you can do…” the Faroe remarks, a sly smirk rising to his face. “Is it the gravel digging again? Sir, that was torturous!” Dragel would remark in protest, shaking his head back and forth like some sort of bobble figurine. “Oh.” with that, Karyssmov was given pause. “Well...there is always my training dummies. I don’t let just anybody use them though. Think you’re worth your salt?” The glimmer, ah! The same look that Karyssmov himself had given to his teacher, time and time again when she promised to give him an adventure. It was what he was looking for. “Yessir! I can! I will! Jus’ show me ‘em, I’ll hit ‘em so hard they’ll pop!” Dragel would promptly have given two quick punches in the air, as if to simulate the ‘hard hitting’ he was going to administer. A hearty laugh was shared between the two before the Prince would pat young Dragel upon the back, leading him to the temple where he would make the weak kid into a proper knight in shining armour… Into the Hero that Dragel had wanted to be.
  14. "At least Sutican Clerics don't burn down taverns in a temper tantrum and then run away while they do it. No, must simply be from those foolish Rogues under that woman who should have died by now. Strange." Karyssmov Faroe would comment, tapping his chin.