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Evil's Gratitude / Re: [RP] Enter the Cursed City

« on: May 12, 2012, 11:36:33 pm »

Stefan couldn't help but raise his eyebrow slightly at Ember and take another long drag, the cherry of the cigarette burning red for a few moments before he released the smoke from his lungs and blew it above him, silently using the moment to deliberate upon how much he should reveal. "I have little reason to think about such matters my dear." he said in an amused tone as he looked between the pair and then inclined his head a little "My name is Stefan, by the way, lovely to meet you both." before he turned around, not really waiting to acknowledge their responses as he attempted to get his bearings, his eyes darting around the buildings before he sighed and closed his eyes, muttering a number of curses before deciding upon a direction and motioning to his left "Now I don't know about you two. But I am thirsty and could do with a nice glass of scotch. And I have a feeling that the bar is this way... Feelings seem to tend to lead you in the right direction in this place... Well, that or they lead you into the arms of some sort of horrible monstrosity." his voice had a strangely cheery tone as he finished, as though such a prospect were as normal as a quick trip to the chippie. He took a step forward and then turned to the pair and said with a slight smirk "coming?"

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Evil's Gratitude / Re: [RP] Enter the Cursed City

« on: April 26, 2012, 08:03:53 am »

((I believe I shall))

Stefan had been wandering the city aimlessly for what had felt like a good half-hour now. He'd already smoked 3 cigarettes out of complete boredom and perhaps just a little bit of worry that was creeping in at the sound of the shield-heads in the distance, usually Stefan did not have too much trouble with such creatures as he had the good sense to hide or run rather than fight, or to let some other poor fool dot he fighting.

Stefan had been in the process of lighting his fourth cigarette when he saw what appeared to be an Asian man and a...living...doll... Stefan's eyebrow raised quite noticeably and the cigarette hung from his lips unlit for a few moments before he managed to recover, flicking his thumb down the flint to spark the fire and taking in a deep drag to give him the time to size the pair up. As he drew the smoke into his lungs he noted their wary stance, he saw the doll's hand move to her weapon... They seemed more wary than threatening... Stefan shook his head as he ran through the scenarios and murmured to himself "Why deny Norton his fun." before approaching the others, taking his cigarette from his lips and blowing a cloud of smoke into the air before saying loudly enough to be audible in an English accent "I don't suppose you two have any idea where the bar is... I swear, the bloody thing moves every time I am dragged here."

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Evil's Gratitude / Re: [RP] Enter the Cursed City

« on: April 05, 2012, 12:49:46 pm »

Stefan had been relaxing against a wall, enjoying a quiet cigarette while the world almost swam around him, the hordes of people going about their daily business barely noticing him. He took another deep drag from his cigarette when he suddenly felt the lurch as he got sucked into the devil's city and he resisted the slight urge to throw up that he always got when the portal unexpectedly appeared. Unfortunately for Stefan he had also been halfway through drawing in a drag from his cigarette, so the surprise caused him to burst into a coughing fit and throw his cigarette to the floor while he swore loudly before looking up at the "sky" and shouting in a general manner "Can't you give me some damnable warning?!" in the vague hopes that the devil might actually listen.

Stefan sighed and brushed his suit off as he looked around the street he was in before humming to himself and walking towards where he THOUGHT he could remember a bar being, if he was stuck in hell he may as well make a night of it. As Stefan walked his mind began to wander. He had always been curious as to whether his devil was THE devil or whether he was subservient to THE devil or perhaps the devil was subservient to him... Their politics all seemed so very feudal with demons swearing fealty to each-other, it was rather hard to keep track of. Stefan's thoughts continued in this vein for some time as he continued his slightly aimed attempt at wandering to a bar.

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Evil's Gratitude / Re: Evil's Gratitude OOC

« on: April 04, 2012, 12:59:51 pm »

Character sheet - Please submit your characters in this format:
Name: Stefan Tarvitz
age: 24
Race:Human
appearance: Stefan never quite has the same appearance the same way due to the nature of his curse but there are always a number of constants, the first is that he will generally wear a well-fitting tailored suit, he will almost always smell of cigarette smoke and he always speaks in an English accent. Stefan's current body is around 6" in height, he has a short cut blonde hair with a slightly receding hairline and looks to be about 27, his eyes are a cold blue and he appears to look relatively handsome
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Background: Stefan was an Englishman who seemed to end up just about everywhere in the world, in fact, most did not know him by Stefan but instead by whatever name he'd told them. Stefan was a con man, he made his living from the greed and stupidity of others and it turned out that he was in fact rather good at it, amassing himself a small fortune even if he had made a LOT of enemies, many of which were the law enforcement agencies of this world. That was until he disappeared into the ether 4 months ago. The completeness of his disappearance has concerned the FBI and the UK anti-fraud squad, the last solid proof of him still existing was a short piece of CCTV footage of him helping an old man to his feet, just before the camera cuts out...

Curse: Stefan's curse is a somewhat apt one, particularly for someone who spends his life taking on others identities. The demon granted him a "gift" that was almost two-fold, the ability for his mind and "soul" to live forever and the ability to control new bodies if his own one failed him. However taking control of another is not so easy and often results in a vicious mental battle for control of the body and switching between personalities and identities so often run the risk of loosing oneself.

Sample RP: Stefan stared into the mirror and ran a hand through his hair, looking into the mirror with a slight smirk as he rolled his shoulders and murmured to himself "Guess I got lucky with this one..." as he began to look around the apartment, doing his best to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind. He threw open a cupboard and whistled as he saw a few rather nice Italian suits hanging up and he picked one up to place upon the bed as he continued to search the apartment, finding the usual mix of objects, embarrassing and not, including what appeared to be a platinum credit card. He let out a slight sigh as he slammed the last drawer shut "But he wasn't a smoker... I suppose I shall need to visit the shops..." an amused smirk crossed Stefan's face

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall

« on: January 13, 2012, 04:27:20 pm »

Cathair grunted in an annoyed manner and lowered his shield, eyeing the arrow sticking out of it and bringing his arm down hard on the shaft, snapping it and pulling the head out from his shield "Bloody careless..." he muttered, mostly to himself as he looked around at the rest of the group, they seemed mostly unharmed, well, nobody was lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood screaming to their gods for mercy, which in Cathair's books that meant everyone was okay. A shame really, he would have rather liked Aiden to catch a bolt in the throat.

He turned his head to look at Fiona and a smirk crossed his lips and he turned to look at the rest of the group, saying gruffly "Aye. We could do with some 'uman shields up front. It'd save me own shield from gettin' any more holes in it." his tone actually somewhat serious as he looked at his battered scarred shield, one hand tracing the hole in it as he finished speaking, his expression one of annoyance.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall

« on: November 02, 2011, 09:14:11 pm »

Caithair awoke from his light sleep, he had been untroubled by dreams and felt a great deal more refreshed. He repeated his ritual and slit his hand once more, feeding the pendant around his neck with his blood before gathering his things, putting his armour on and strapping his shield to his arm. He took in a deep breath and smirked, he had a feeling that today was going to be...interesting.

He followed Nicoloas at a closish distance, holding his tongue and merely listening, his eyes darting around the dark corridor, he was not a fan of small enclosed spaces, particularly when said small enclosed places could be full of all manner of traps, giant spiders and other nasty annoying things. His eyes looked the others up and down, attempting to gauge their reactions to their leaders words and he flicked his vision back to Nicoloas to shake his head and shrug at the request for suggestions when he suddenly heard a click.
 
Everything appeared to move in slow motion for the next few moments. He instinctively brought his shield up as he heard the familiar sound of flying arrows and bolts, crouching just as he heard Lissa shout at everyone to take cover. He felt the force against his arm and the resistance of his shield as a bolt crashed into it with a dull thud, partially breaking through the wood, a hiss of relief escaping his teeth as he realised he was unhurt.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: October 25, 2011, 03:27:18 pm »

hmmm then I'd reckon Cathair'd probably just have Teikan Dou and Yok Dou, since he's certainly not a master at Ki

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: October 25, 2011, 02:27:19 pm »

I'm guessing Caithair would be level 2 or three

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: October 22, 2011, 01:24:27 pm »

i'm back and should be posting reguarly now

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall

« on: October 20, 2011, 03:06:04 pm »

Caithair nodded slightly at Nicoloas' advice, it was sound. In this line of work it was always best to take sleep when you could. Wordlessly Caithair found himself a place out of the way from the rest of the group and slowly took his equipment off, placing it upon the floor carefully. He removed his armour which took a good few minutes and then placed it next to his weapons. He went into his pack and pulled out his hipflask, taking a small swig to help him sleep and he lay upon the grass staring up at the sky.

Caithair mouthed a prayer to his god and clutched the small idol of a wolf within his palm, praying that his gods would guide him through the dangerous realm of dreams. A few minutes later he felt the weight of sleep overtake him and slipped into the darkness that would lead him into the land of dreams...

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall

« on: August 31, 2011, 04:16:44 pm »

Caithair watched nex storm off with a raised eyebrow, the others may have been attempting to trick the old wizard into finding the gate, Cathair however had no such intentions, he was merely being his usual self. He did however enjoy a slight smirk at the wizards outburst, Cathair did have respect for all forms of power, but found wizards to be an irksome breed, with their arrogance and pride and the fact they always thought they were better than everyone else! Yes, the irony went straight over Cathair's head.

After the outburst he went to follow Nex when Jimmy spoke to him in his mother tongue, Cathair stopped in his tracks and stared dumb founded at Jimmy for a few moments as he tried to form a response and murmured in reply "Feicfidh mé a dhéanamh mar is mian liom" eyeing Jimmy for a few more moments before continuing, closer to the rear of the group.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 26, 2011, 02:17:58 pm »

hit me up on msn if you want to bounce ideas off me

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 23, 2011, 07:19:55 am »

sure, it would certainly surprise the hell out of Caithair, and wrong foot him

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 23, 2011, 12:17:03 am »

I'm fine with it, it's around the way he'd react to such an idea anyway

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall

« on: August 22, 2011, 05:45:09 pm »

Cathair caught his pack and eyed it, general rations, and not even any whiskey or other spirits, a shame. He strapped the pack to his belt and listened to the plans, one in particular caused him to roll his eyes and sigh in exasperation, Darwin's mention of flight "Oh aye, great idea, the demon bird takes us right inta the range of their bloody bows, we won't all die at all."  he glared slightly at Darwin and shifted his weight on his feet, pulling out a hipflask and taking a long sip, listening to the others speak of backdoors and blowing walls up. "The backway'll be well protected, an' if they see us they'll just seal it off..." Cathair looked at the castle and shook his head "What kinda bloody Lord doesnae have a spy in a castle like this ta throw the gates open for 'im."

He stared into the distance for a few moments eyeing the walls, judging the chances of climbing them or digging under before finally shrugging "But I reckon it's the best bet, we'd never climb those walls without gettin' seen, and diggin' under we'd probably get discovered as well." he shot Nex a slight look and smirked a little "Unless 'is lordship over there is startin' ta loose 'is skills in 'is old age and canae find the entrance."