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Topic: Forum Games / Zombie Apocalypse RP Chapter 4: Blood and Steel (Sign Ups)

Name: Kendall Rose

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Starting Equipment: A Large revolver, a tanto, and his physical enhancements

Appearance: He is 6’6 and has shoulder length blonde hair, kept out of his face. He has an artificial eye that can spot humans, zombies, and serve as laser guidance. However, since he left the group he has received more cybernetic enhancements. He now has artificial legs, and an artificial left arm crafted by the same people who created his eye. These limbs grant him enhanced strength, speed, coordination, and stamina, however they must be maintained in good condition, and they are clearly mechanical. He wears a pair of black boots, grey pants, a black trenchcoat, and a long sleeve white shirt.

Brief Bio: He was originally an easy-going artist living in Sidney, Australia, but it all changed when the outbreak began. He, along with many other civilians were ushered onto a large boat in order to avoid the infestation. It was here that there was eventual mutiny, resulting in a new regime that threw him overboard. From there he managed to meet up with the main party in Puerto Rico. He was shunned from the party, and even tortured by Carlos. It was in this encounter he lost his left eye. However, this was repaired in Japan. It was there in Japan that he left the group to take care of an old man, who’s only pride was his sword fighting technique. That being said, as he got older, he needed somebody to care for him. It was through him Kendall not only matured, but learned the art of swordsmanship. They forged a healthy relationship, as mentor and student. That is until an unforeseen attack led to his master’s death, and Kendall’s wounding. Quickly, he ran to reach Truesight before the infection could spread too far. The last thing he remembered before passing out was reaching their front door. He awoke many of days later, ready to return back to the party, to assist them in their struggle.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

I watch from afar as the leader of this monstrous congregation scans the crowd. This crowd appears to also house a squad of Paladins. It would be quite the shame if they were to try and apprehend me for saving the holiday. However, I think it is clearly evident that the leader of this disruption must be dealt with. Hidden away in the shadows of a nearby alley, I prepare for the second scene of this grand act that plays before us, in the play of life.

Let us see how they respond to the lovable face of a small child. I control the second child, and I have him run towards the leader, making his appearance that of a distressed kid. Forcing what is left of his internals to create a sound, I have him frantically ask the man what has happened. However, before his sentence is concluded, he trips and skids to the blood stained ground. What comes next is the natural response, a flurry of tears and sobbing. What comes next, is a little less natural. The shell of what was once a young, happy boy explodes much like his friend earlier. However, unlike before, these tendrils of wood and leaf travel up and away, towards Ecovacotius , in an attempt to impale him like the protestors before.
[Sorry about the late reply, I have been busy with lax.]

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

I walk along crowded streets, observing the festivities around me. Oh how I remember how I used to enjoy such events, but that was a long time ago. Those thoughts were from a simpler me. A Vincent that wasn’t fully aware of the big picture. I may have changed, but I can at least recognize and respect the festivities. It is the respect that compels me to ensure that things stay at a high octane level of jubilee ,and joy. Sadly, there are a group of people who are trying to ruin the glorious holiday. How dare somebody disrespect Imperis with such bold actions. I do not care who or what this Yuvil is, but is no excuse for the murder of festivity. This is why I walk along the crowded streets, observing all that is around me. Oh no, for I do not wander aimlessly! I shall be the protector of the holiday! Long live love, my friends.

Sure enough, in the faint distance, as I rest next to a small restaurant, I can hear the protests of those who are standing within Yuvil Square. Filthy bastards, using this fine day to broadcast their hate. How could somebody be so cruel to take this holiday for their own message? I guess they are not aware of their altitude, for they are certainly flying too close to the sun. I shall show them the error of their ways. Oh yes, they will never make such a foolish mistake again. Certainly not on my watch at least. Now how should I go about reminding them that this day is a day for celebration as a nation, and not the creation of instigation? Two wrongs make a right, however.

Now standing along the outskirts of Yuvil Square, I order one of my young slaves, the redheaded boy who I overtook against his will. Quickly, and without thought, the controlled being scurries towards the center of the protest. He then allows an upside down smile to form on his face, before exploding outwards in the form of about 30 sharp, tree-esque tendrils that rapidly pierce through unfortunate members of the protest. I wonder what I could have done if I sent the blonde one with him. Oh, how I wish I could have, but I need to keep an ace up my sleeve in case things go wrong.

Now all I can do is act shocked as I marvel at my art. Amongst the center of the protest, a crimson form of knots stands solemnly still, while blood-stained branches shoot out in all directions. A quick head count, and I find 23 bodies impaled upon it’s sharp limbs. In hindsight, head count probably wasn’t the best terminology, considering one of the 22 is missing her head. What a shame too, it was a nice young face. Sadly, it was born onto an incarnate of evil. Only pure, unadulterated demons would want to ruin this holiday with protest. Thankfully, I am here to save Imperis.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

What a shame, the red sun has begun to set, and I am standing here, upon these cold streets just waiting for it to pass. I have nowhere to go, and nobody to be. Needless to say, I am not very tired. Normally I would pay some of my old friends a visit, but I think I may have killed them. Well, not exactly killed, since they live on as a part of this world. Besides, I am sure they are understanding that it was them or me. I know I certainly like me, and since they were my friend, I am sure all of them would agree. That’s it Vincent, let us make a friend.

Now, I gracefully stroll into a small, deserted park, with the exception of two small kids, approximately nine years old. I watch from afar as they play along the maze of moneky-bars, slides ,and other things that interest the Imperis youth. What poor parenting, to leave them alone at this time. Oh, well, at least I know I will certainly have no qualms nor confrontation about what shall happen in the near future. After all, there is no problem with making a new friend.

Out of sight of the two other patrons of the park, I begin to dig two small holes into the earth with a shovel that I procured from the branches of a nearby tree. After I have completed the earthen pots, I allow my armor of foliage to recede, revealing my old, wrinkled skin on my right hand. Taking my whip, hardened ,and sharp, I make a small incision into my finger, and allow for a few drops of blood to fall into each hole. As I await for my armor to grow back over my hand, my eyes observe the blood droplets, as they solidify into a small blue seed in each pit. Delighted with the future crops, I recover the hole. Now it is time to meet my new friends.

Using my mind, I morph the area around me to make me appear to be a small child, of around the age of ten. It is highly improbable that these kids will have a more developed mind than me. I, satisfied with my handiwork, I run towards the children, appearing to be one myself. The first one to notice me seems startled at first, but the second asks me if I want to play with them, I respond with an innocent yes. However, I then go on the inform them that I want to show them something first. The two children, eager to see what I want to show them, follow me back to where I have planted the seeds. Within a minute, I have them in position.

As the two kids, one of them having blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, contrasting with his redheaded friend who has green eyes and a healthy, olive complexion, stand above the seeds, I raise my hands into the sky. They stand perplexed, before their faces are rapidly morphed into expressions of pain and horror as vines emerge from the ground and pierce through their bodies, swirling, and winding around each other, piercing through their skin like a grandmother knitting a quilt. Soon, their entire bodies are covered with mangled and knotted vines, with the exception of their heads. Sadly for them, this situation changes quickly as a hard, bark laden trunk blasts out of their neck, exploding their heads onto the bloodstained grass around them. This bark slowly forms a twisted face, where their previous one used to smile. This new cranium spouts branches from the back, forming hair, created of leaves to replace their old locks. The final step of the morph occurs as bright blue eyes appear on their bark faces.

Smiling with glee, I say aloud, “I can tell we are going to be friends.”

Looking down at myself, I decide that I enjoy looking like a small child. I feel more youthful than ever before. I guess I shall add this into my regular repertoire of appearance. However, I think in order to keep it fresh, I need not abuse it. Quickly, I morph my appearance back into that of a man in his late twenties. I should also probably alter the appearance of my friends. Quickly, I return their appearance to that of what it once was, at least so it appears to onlookers. Satisfied, I leave the park, and command my ‘friends’ to follow from a slight distance.

[These kids are now an extension of Vincent. The seed sprouted underneath them, and overtook their bodies and infested their brains. Using his psychic proficiency, Vincent can remotely control them, and see from their perspective. However, controlling them, and keeping their appearance that of a child will drain Vincent of energy faster than before, so it has it’s pros and cons.]

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

Just wondering, who all is in a faction? What faction? Standing in said faction?

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

It is a shame I didn’t have the opportunity to harvest that woman’s succulent fruit. I would hate to have to go to sleep and become excluded from this world. Although I enjoy to take things as a reasonable pace, I do need something to hold over my tiredness. I have developed a case of exhaustion, and the only cure is the food procured from the souls of my fellow man. I guess one could say I am on the prowl, searching for a proper canvas.

As I search across the vast city, I decide to enter a nearby alleyway. I rest myself up against the wall, becoming exhausted from my extended time outside. I am not sure how much longer I can keep this appearance before I need to sleep. One thing is for certain, I will not risk even the slightest nap. I would rather my brain implode with exertion. That might be an exaggeration, but at this age, any nap can be your last. Then like a blessing from the divine, a young woman turns down the alleyway sprinting, with what appears to be stolen groceries cradled in the same arms that held a small child. Snidely I say aloud, “I would be doing Imperis a disservice if I were to allow a criminal to escape.”

Reaching to my side, I grab my whip of nine vines. Quickly swinging the whip, I watch as the vines extend, growing in length until they reach the other side of the alleyway, forming a wall. Moments before the woman makes contact with them, they harden to be as strong as the trunk of a great tree. Upon impact with the barricade, the woman drops both groceries, and child. Quickly, she scampers to her feet, but it is too late. I have closed the ground between her and I, and shoved her back to the ground, where low life thieves belong. As I stare down upon my canvas, I develop an idea for a great piece of art.

I reach down towards the woman, but instead of delivering a soft touch, I deliver a hard bunch to her neck, leaving her writhing on the ground for pain. She should be fine enough in a few minutes. Calmly, I avert my gaze to the now crying child. Less than a year old, and her life is already doomed. Its a shame we live in a world with such terrible parents. Carefully, I lift the child into my arms, and rock it back in forth in an attempt to calm it down. Barely audible over the wailing child, I can here the woman spout something about putting the child down. How foolish of her to not know her place. I deliver a swift kick to her gut, that sends her sprawling. “Now where was I?”

In order to calm the child down, or at least lighten the mood, I use my psychic abilities to manipulate how my face appears to him. After a few foolish disguises, he begins oo’ing and aw’ing in an innocent interest. What a shame that playtime is over. As Vincent does the unfathomable to an innocent infant, before it’s suffering mother, their harmonizing cries are reduced to pathetic sobbing by the time the deed was done.

I now look down upon both mother and child, somewhat sorry for my actions. They have to understand that in the end it is ultimately a gift. Making sure to avoid any cheap attacks, I help the mother to her feet, and begin to stroll away. I can hear as she picks up her child and one could almost picture the dry tears on both of their cheeks as they believe the nightmare is over. In one sense they, are right. I spin around facing them once again, and I can nearly see the horror in her eyes as I exclaim, “and for my final act!”

As she stands there, expecting the worst of attacks to come from me, she is completely blindsided by the crimson-dyed tree that erupts from her child’s stomach and pierces through her own shoulder. She stands, looking down in horror as the majestic plant is expanding from her own child’s stomach, and though her arm. Incapable of words, or basic though, she falls into a state of unconsciousness as her final moments with her child are a silent bonding experience between them,who have now become inseparable. It is truly a beauty to be marveled. I stroll closer to my creation, watching as it grows, upwards. Since I will have time to eat this fruit, to replenish my energy, I can be a little extravagant with this tree. Expelling most of my magical energy, I force the tree to grow to a record height, within record time. In under a minute, it was a 100 meter monstrosity, that all originated from the stomach of what is now an infant corpse, and her immobile mother.

I have now walked over close enough to the masterpiece to here her mother’s breathing as blood slowly pours from her wound. Her child, now having died, clenches her mother with a cold, brutal grasp. Smiling at my work, I reach up the tree, and grab a bright, green , apple like fruit. Quickly, I consume the great meal, and revel at it’s power. With every bite, I can feel my old power surging through my body. Using this energy, I can maintain my artificial appearance, and have plenty left over. Today is a great day for Vincent. I begin laughing with mirth as I grab my whip, and exit the alleyway. I can’t help but smile as I look over my shoulder and see the towering tree, dripping with blood.

I love this world. This great world of bogus feelings and slow decay. Yet, I can stay positive that under the blanket of fear and torment that covers Imperis lies a world of laughter and joy. It is a great world to live in, and every day I will try to improve this place. I love this city, and its inhabitants. They can be thankful that I have no intention of ever abandoning this world and it’s people. I love this world.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

I stand within the casino, nearest to the bar. A great myriad of people are traveling from location to location as they go from drink to shining drink. There is almost a beauty to it all. However, everybody in here will have the opportunity to witness true beauty. A great tree shall be cultivated within this very building. It, and all of it’s entirety may be marveled upon by the patrons of this here casino. I am truly doing this world a favor. I guess I won’t keep these fine ladies and gentlemen waiting, but the only question remains is, which pot shall I soil?

I see, front and center at the bar is a young, bubbly blonde. She clearly loves to be the center of attention, and I can see to it that she remains that way. I observe from slightly afar as she makes conversation with a series of men and woman alike, but mostly just the men. If those fine gentlemen find her beautiful now, they will certainly be in awe by the time I am done with her. I could always use a little bit of my energy to make her become temporarily infatuated with me, but there is no fun in that game. I have certainly waited long enough for the match to start, so I approach the lady, with a drink in my hand. Let the games begin.

I strike up a simple conversation as I get to know the woman. Throughout our brief chit-chat I discover that her name is Dianna Rose, so it is only fitting for her to become one with nature. Her intelligence does seem to be meager at best. This leads me to assume that she has always relied on her good looks to get her through life. I personally, see no problem with such a way of living. A scientist makes a living with the mind that he was giving, much the same that a whore would make her living. Today it has even brought her eternal life, something scientists do not have.

As the game of socialization continues, I slowly grow somewhat tired with the words that spew from her mouth. I hate to sound immature, but she is boring me. So, I guess I will let the game come to an end, as the ace drops from my sleeve. Subtly, I manipulate her weak mind, manifesting in her person a strong desire for the man that stands before her. Sure enough, she falls victim beneath my spell. Alas, for I do not have all day to treat to her, so I must be a little less divine with her gift. I hand her my address, written onto a piece of paper. As I go to depart, I receive a silent farewell, albeit with her mouth. During this brief exchange, I use my tongue to push a seed created within my body, down her throat, and into her body.

After I am sure that the tree has been planted, I bid her a goodnight, and stroll away from the girl known as Sarah. I slowly walk through the crowds of the casino. I pass by men of all sorts, even an enforcer. I hope he doesn’t find my artwork offensive. I would absolutely hate it if someone were to tear it down. As I walk beyond the drunks, the rich, and the desperate, I open the link between the seed within Sarah, and I. With every step that I take, the seed begins to sprout. Slowly, it rips through the internals of her body.

Now as I stand, with my hand on the door, the tree has its hand on the gateway to this world. The seedling has sprouted fully, and is now pressed up against the skin of her body. Sarah, stricken with immense pain, screams out from the middle of the casino. This scream concludes her final act as the crimson tree rapidly expands, breaking through and out of her midsection. This sprays some of the nearby patrons with some of Sarah’s internal composition, as the blood soaked bark rises from her body. I begin to walk out of the door, delighted with my artwork. I leave behind a young woman, on her knees as a 4 foot sapling grows out of her body. Its a shame that the crop will most likely not exist long enough to cultivate any fruit, let alone reach it’s full size.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

I stand before a tall, brightly lit casino. This casino is known for a little more than being a gambling hotspot, but it is also a bit of a social melting pot for both the high-class, and for the financially desperate. Not many places transmit such a beautiful harmony of hope, anger, and sadness. Not to mention the bar is known for it’s beautiful harmony of alcoholic beverages. After all, it only takes one slip of the lip for the tree to be planted. Only problem is that such a hotspot my house some high powered mages. I have had over 70 years to perfect my psychic image, but it only takes one prodigy to see through my façade. That would be quite the shame, now wouldn’t it?

I enter the room and I am delighted with a blast of cold air ,and an aroma of cherry blossom and intoxication. I look around as I see a variety of different people, all undergoing different activities. Most of them can be pegged as a person, simply by their game of choice. You can see the mindless drone over the slot machines, waiting to hit it big. Then you have the middle-class so-called genius thinking he can win it all at the blackjack table. Then, over in the distance you have the poker tables. A risky gambit for the poor, and a sport for the rich. However, what captivated my attention was the bar. This is where the charismatic and desperate congregate in what is a sorry excuse for socialization. My kind of place.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

Well I was just thinking they became distant, but that works.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

Well I wasn’t clear with the wording. He used the mental manipulation to make her fall for him. However, he did not continue usage of it. Besides, its natural for people to fall out of love. I can also edit to make her death fit in.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

I edited my previous post to say that this new one superseded it. Also, we could edit the bio to note the families size, and her distant relationship with the rest of her family.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

Name: Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

Gender: Male

Age: 77

Element: Pyschic (Plant)

Signature Spells:

Not Everything Is As It Seems – Using his psychic energy, Vincent can manipulate how you perceive the things around you. However, someone of equal or higher level can resist it with relative ease. The weaker somebody is, and less in tune with their mind they are, the easier it is for Vincent to use it.

Spring’s Masquerade – Vincent has worked on covering his body in the roots, bark, and leaves of nature, allowing his body to keep up with his mind. His mind is careful to use a technique similar to his other signature spell, however this is focused on an area, not a person. Everyone of a fairly close strength, or someone who is significantly weaker views Vincent, and hears him differently. Using this Vincent has managed to appear young, or even appear as a completely different person.

Nature’s Cruel Impregnation – Using his skills with plant based magic, Vincent can impregnate somebody’s body with a seed, whether it be through consumption, sex, or directly into the bloodstream. Once a target is impregnated, Vincent gains a psychic link with the target, allowing him to sense the plant within them, and use his plant magic to grow it. When the time comes, Vincent will cause the plant to grow rapidly, into a crimson red tree, that erupts from their stomach. This tree produces one mysterious fruit that resembles an apple. To eat it would be to eat, and consume their soul and energy. It doesn’t make Vincent much stronger, but it allows him to stay awake. Not to mention he loves the taste. Someone with strong enough magical skills and some creativity can remove the seed.

Starting Weapons: An enchanted whip, made of a vine like material. Vincent can manipulate the length of this whip as well as the flexibility. It can be as flaccid as a fern or as rigid as bark.

Description: Vincent married into an incredibly wealthy family. Being originally a poor child, this was a difficult adaptation for Vincent. In order to cope with all the free time and money he had, he picked up a hobby. He chose to create the most beautiful landscapes. That being said, Vincent had an odd taste for what constitutes beauty. What he considers his greatest piece, grows through his house to this day. This piece is a crimson tree, wrapped in white vines. That tree was once his wife, and the vines were his children. He is a happy man.

His appearance is that of a typical old man. Nearly bald from his aging, along with liver spots upon his body. He has stayed in marvelous shape, but his skin is still reminiscent of a hairless rat. He has a smile that could stop anyone, but it can’t stop much food. The only interesting characteristic are his eyes, which are a brown so dark that they almost appear to be one large pupil.

However, this isn’t the appearance he uses in public. Whenever he heads out on the town, he appears to be a youthful man, anywhere from his mid twenties to early thirties. He has dark brown hair, contrasting with his tan skin. To anyone who doesn’t know better, Vincent is a young, athletic, tall man of pleasant intention and healthy sanity.

Clothes: Vincent wears a pair of olive dress pants, along with a matching blazer. He has a long sleeve, button up shirt that is a dark black, matching his dress shoes. However, he does not have a tie, instead the top of his shirt is unbuttoned.

Biography: Vincent was born into a house of poverty. He lived here, doing the best he could to help his family. He would use his psychic powers to try and steal from the weak. Not the traditional thievery, but rather trickery, and manipulation. This was until he saw an escape from this life. One day, while he was trying to sell some herbs in the market district, he saw a young woman, clearly wealthy and single. Vincent, like many men, used this as a reason to court her, and be integrated into the Lawrence family. Unlike most men, he chose to have his last name hyphenated. He was more proud of this family, than his own. If only they knew he used his psychic abilities to falsify his wife’s feelings for him.

Normally he could never influence somebody for such a prolonged period of time, let alone a member of the Lawrence family, who are known for their ability to inherit the divine element of Prophacia. However, much like the Glass family, she did not inherit the trait and was exiled out of the main family line. The ‘true’ Lawrence birth line was known to be incredibly egotistical. My newfound wife was disgusted by this, and thus cut off all contact with them. What a perfect scenario for my artwork. Time passed as we grew old together. She was even beneficial more so than for her wealth, but also she served as constant practice for my psychic powers. That is until the spell finally snapped. This certainly expedited my plans.

Now that she lays soulless, but alive in another form, her fruit of life consumed, I must seek new pray. This fruit, is known less so for its flavor, but more so for its ability to prolong one’s ability to stay awake for weeks at a time. Needless to say, at this age, I can not risk slipping away into a peaceful sleep. I would hate to oversleep and never draw another breath. It would be quite the shame that I would not be able to taste that great fruit again, or finish my collection.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

I was not aware that a second element was required.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

I added a rather short bio that I will expand upon later. I also fixed the ability in regards to transportation.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

[If my other sign is accepted, ignore this post. If he is declined, I will add this character to the wiki, and begin posting as Avery Glass.]

Name: Avery Glass

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Element: Dracim

Signature Spells:

Controlled Freeze- Avery can turn water into ice, shaping it into various different forms. However, when the temperature is high, it takes more energy to maintain the figure.

Figure Flash- Avery expels high amounts of electric energy from his pores, temporarily blinding, deafening, anyone nearby, or harming anyone in direct contact.

Sailing Flames- Avery can create various bird like figures, but they consist not of feather and bone, but of flames. These can be used offensively, or to deliver small messages.

Lethal Combination- This is actually a series of spells used in conjunction. Avery creates a large, but sharp shard of ice that he launches at his opponent. Upon piercing his target, he sends electricity through the ice, not only harming his target further, but shattering ,and melting the ice. Then, before the water can reach the ground, a intense heat wave is launched that turns the falling water into steam that would scold the opponent, and under perfect circumstances, enter the wound left by the ice. Albeit flashy, this takes a lot of energy from Avery.

Starting Weapons: Strewn across his back is a large gourd full of water. He keeps it here so that he has constant access to water for use with his ice manipulation skills. Due to the nature of such an item, he cannot carry much more.

Clothes: Avery adorns a pair of dark red shorts, and a form fitting, black, sleevless shirt. Over this shirt, he wears a lightweight. This is standard apparel for his daily routine. However, he does have similar outfits he wears with alternate colors. However, at the start of the story he is wearing black, carpenter jeans, that go along with his black boots. He has a longsleeve, white shirt, and a leather black vest over top of that.

Description: Avery stands at about 5’11 ,but is somewhat skinny for his height. He only weighs 140, but is in good physical shape. He has dark red hair that is swept slightly to the right of his face in order to stay out of his eyes. He is known for being somewhat lazy, aggressive towards his peers, and an all around annoyance to society, with the exception of those who are his friends. If any of these friends are threatened, Avery will not hesitate to inflict as much pain as he can upon the person who made the threat, but apart from that, he is a rather pacifistic person.

Biography: Avery was born in a somewhat wealthy family. Not quite as financially afloat as the Lawrence family, but interestingly enough they were related. Nor was this relation distant. On multiple occasions the Lawrence family offered money to his family, but their pride always got in the way. Due to this, Avery was constantly forced to undergo heavy studies in both fields of the arcane, and of physical labor. This led to a great jealousy growing between Avery and his older cousin, Edward. However, as far as Edward was concerned, Avery never existed. It was this drive to surpass the Lawrence family that allowed Avery to ignore life’s distractions and focus on his future.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Zombie Apocalypse RP - Chapter 3: The Art of War, Rewritten

Kendall Rose

As I stand on my vantage point, mowing down the horde with precision and ease, I hear a desperate cry for help. Human instinct kicks in as I glance over towards the man. “Hold on mate, I got you,” I shout to the man, but he probably does not speak English.

However I made a great, yet simple mistake. I looked directly towards the source of the plea for help. I didn’t hold the gaze long but it was held for long enough. The horrifying plead for assistance is replaced with the echo of gunfire and the silence of death. I’ve killed a man. All I wanted to do was help, but instead I brought forth an end to a bright soul. I doused his fire when all I wanted to do was cup it from the wind. I am as useless now as I was before.

I try to put the event behind me and focus on eliminating the threats, but with every lock on, and every shot fired, I hear his plea, and see his face. With every drop of blood erupting on the battlefield, I imagine the tears of his family. I ca only hope the siege comes to an end.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Zombie Apocalypse RP - Chapter 3: The Art of War, Rewritten

[Swimmers ear.]

Kendall Rose

I return to my senses when I notice my fellow survivors entangled with a horde that is attempting to assault the airport. They seem to have things under control, but with the sheer numbers involved, I could definitely make an impact. She mentioned something about laser designation and a .50 caliber machine gun. I think I can be of use. I just need to avoid distractions. Last thing I want to do is glance over towards a friend and not a foe.

Walking out to a clear vantage point, I remove my eyepatch and switch my eye so that it functions as a laser designation device. Using this, I allow my gaze of steel death to sweep across that battlefield, aiming from one cranium to the next. Careful to avoid my peers.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Zombie Apocalypse RP - Chapter 3: The Art of War, Rewritten

[Sorry, I’ve been sick.]

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Zombie Apocalypse RP - Chapter 3: The Art of War, Rewritten

[Me being a little late to the post leaves me in an awkward situation.]

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Zombie Apocalypse RP - Chapter 3: The Art of War, Rewritten

Kendall Rose

Indifferent towards the update on Gerald, I speak towards Danvers, “The details are vague despite how vivid the recollection is but if I remember correctly, the man’s name was Eric. I have no idea what his last name is either.”

So it seems I am going to have to try and hunt down the man who once nearly killed me. Either this is pure coincidence, or someone has an interesting sense of entertainment. If this is the task Danny here assigns me, I won’t hesitate to find Carlos. I won’t kill him though. Not that he shouldn’t be purged from this world, but maybe he can be changed. Maybe there is a constructive, pleasant being beneath his worn shell.

 
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Kendall Rose

Thinking before I provide my answer, I realize I am partially at fault. “He likely attacked me due to how gullible I was. He told me he was building a boat. I offered to help, trying to make up for our previous arguments. Little did I know, there was no boat. However, there was a pit. Inside this pit were 4 or five zombies. I don’t remember how many. It was here he left me tied to a tree. As he left me there to die, I managed to escape by severing the binding via a sharp rock. Sadly, he found me along the beach of Puerto Rico. It was here he fought me with sinister intention. That, is where I lost my eye.”

Taking a pause before adding one last comment. The comment that has kept me thinking about the incident, ever since the incident. “He could have killed me. For some reason he didn’t.”

 
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Kendall Rose

Answering without hesitation, “That would be Carlos. I don’t know his last name. I am not sure if anybody knows it for that matter. He always seemed to be a bit of a recluse. Him and I have had previous transgressions. In fact, that is how I lost my eye,” I say whilst pointing to my eyepatch that hides my new, artificial eye.

So Carlos must be behind something here as well. I can say I am honestly not surprised. Ever since I met him, I tried keeping my eyes on him. That didn’t always go to well, but next time I see him, things will be different. These thoughts remind me that I am still unarmed.

 
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Kendall Rose

“Alright, I guess will head out that way. Oh, and between you, and me, I never really trusted that Gerald guy. We live in a logical world, full of logical people. However, amongst us sheep, there is always a wolf, and once a wolf, always a wolf. Anyways, adios.”

I walk through the airport towards the control tower. Sadly, I end up walking in circles a couple times before I find the control tower. I have never really been great with navigation. Walking in I do my best to address Danvers without shocking him. Never good to sneak up on people in this state of society.

“You may not remember me. My name is Kendall. I was the wounded one. Anyway, things are better than ever before. I guess I came here to ask if there is any assistance needed with anything.”

 
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Kendall Rose

“Thanks for all you have done. I think I should probably leave here now though.”

As I walk out, I can’t help but feel like I have a weight attached to my shoulder. Hopefully this sensations comes to a conclusion soon. As I begin to stroll down the hallway I entered from, I decide to ask a question I should have asked a long time ago. Before I even reached Japan.

“Is there anything in general that I can do to help the ODC?”

 
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Kendall Rose

“That seems to be quite the odd measurement. I guess I will avoid elephants in that case.”

I try to move the arm. It does move, but it feels foreign, like when you can move a limb, but it is numb from a lack of blood. I guess I know which arm will be getting things out of the oven. If I ever live to get something out of an oven again. I am surprised I have survived this far into Armageddon. Actually, no. Fuck Armageddon, this is Hell. Or is it Heaven? Only time will tell me the truth. Until then, I will pursue the tracks of life, following them to the fullest.

“So, should I give this arm a wait time before heavy movement, or should I be good to go?”