Deluge the Distant
Rendered Distant
Yes, but when Halo 4 was released I took a break and returned to the college of winterhold, as well as college classes.
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Deluge the Distant
Rendered Distant
Didn't you read that fragmented post? "Deluge returned to the college for a couple of months" Lol
ChiefScalyNipples
Dictator of my bedroom
It's okay Mab, hope you get better.
ChiefScalyNipples
Dictator of my bedroom
Instead of telling you, I'm gonna show you what I'm up to.
I will get in to this fluffing building eventually, you mark my words. There will be nothing you or your plopsty invisible force field can do to stop me. So feel safe behind that invisible barrier of yours for now, but when I get Spongebob to disable that plops, you fluffers will be in a world of trouble for not letting the almighty Patrick Star into your run-down, broken ass establishment!
ChiefScalyNipples
Dictator of my bedroom
Ahem, anyone wanna post anytime soon?
ChiefScalyNipples
Dictator of my bedroom
My bad Mab, I couldn't really think of what to do next lol. I'm even still skeptical of the logic in my post.
ChiefScalyNipples
Dictator of my bedroom
Lmao, to be honest I don't really know what Winter is supposed to look like, so I dont know if shes hot or not haha. I always picture her with like long dark brunette hair in a ponytail that goes down her back with somewhat pale skin (hence the name "winter"), with a decently pretty (but grumpy) face and a nice kinda skinny but curvy figure.
Is that how I'm supposed to picture her? Lmao
By the way, on a side note, Jeroo-Shei's an undead vampire....sooo with his reanimated dead body and all.....I'm not sure of he can get a boner from that or not. Just sayin'
Zander Feredon
The Sightless Seer.
I would like to join in, hopefully you have no objections, ill be using Destrik Moorhaven, posting CC now.
Zander Feredon
The Sightless Seer.
Name: Destrik MoorHaven
Race:Breton
Age:691 (appears to be 46)
Afflictions: Vampirism
Class: Bodyguard/Forgemaster
Appearance-
Height:5'9
Weight:220
Hair: long unkept, 2 small braids down each side, and a neatly trimmed beard/Mustache combo
Hair Color: Ashen Grey
Eyes: Solid black,gives the appearance of staring into 2 bottomless pits of despair
Body Type: Muscular Build,Scarred from many battles with foes who's names he cannot even remember.
Apparel: See's no need for headgear, wears a full ebony plate of armor engraved with the insignia of Volkihar.
His weapon is a bound battle axe conjured from Molag Bal's plane of oblivion, He christened it with the name ''Anima Reddat'' or Soul Render in the language of the nords.
Personality: Sadistic, enjoys torturing his enemies before simply granting them the death they beg for.Quiet, and calculating, see's no need to waste words on meaningless conversations or arguments, only speaks when he deems it necessary. To him, actions will always speak louder than words.
Likes: Sex,Blood,Torture, Punishment, giving foes false hope and crushing it only to watch their eyes as they realize all is lost, and mead.
Dislikes:Cowards, Stendarr,Fire,Love,And Hope.
Bio: Born and raised in castle Volkihar as cattle for the nobles, he spent his life in a cell, knowing only what his mother taught him, being raised around constant death turned him into a sadist at an early age, by the time he was 14 he had already murdered 4 of his other cellmates and made a habit of torturing and robbing all of the ''lesser beings'' in his cell, The only person he ever truly cared for was his mother, Cynthia MoorHaven. At the Age of 20 he was being fed on regularly, to the point of near death, and made a habit of attempting to fight off his ''captors'' every time they came to feed, by age 32 he was separated into his own cell and kept away from all other living people, this segregation did not do anything to help his already sadistic disposition, within the first 2 years of his segregation he had already killed 12 Vampires who came to feed upon him and made a habit of removing their teeth as trophies. From the age of 32-45 he tirelessly worked on his physical stature and combat skills, as much as he possibly could within the confines of a cage, using the Vampires who desired to feed, as unwilling sparring partners, On a day much like any other, a group of hungry vampires came to feed upon him after a run in with the dawnguard, but the only thing that made this day notable compared to any other, is the fact that the vampire lord, known as Harkon, Had arrived with the soldiers to feed, As 2 of the soldiers entered his cell, Destrik Made his move, ready to kill the vampire lord and escape, he pounced on the nearest of the two, and snapped his neck between his hands like it were made of glass, the second vampire advanced upon Destrik, in hopes to remove him from his comrade, and Destrik rounds on his would be attacker, and slams him to the floor,immediately he begins to slam his bare knuckles into the vampires face, entering into a frenzied rage, he failed to notice the other 2 who were standing outside the cage with Lord Harkon, And they lifted him from the ground and pinned him to the wall, Lord Harkon then approached and addressed him directly, ''You have much fight in you boy, why let such talent go to waste, you've dispatched 2 of my personal guard in mere minutes, and they were two of the best to ever enter my service, Now i have need to replace them, So, i give you a choice, Join me, and i shall grant you an eternity filled with bloodshed,violence,and destruction''
Destrik responded by spitting at the Lords feet.
''I admire your resolve, but shall we see how strong your conviction truly is, what would it take to have you join me, shall i slaughter every man,woman,and child in this place, and make you watch''
Destrik, still unswayed, looks the Lord in the face and replies ''Feel free, Ive been needing more space to stretch my legs, and that would free up an awful lot of space, now wouldn't it?''
Destrik glances at his mother for only a fraction of a second, but that fraction of a second was all Harkon needed to call his bluff.
''Well boy, you are truly cold, i see there is no way to convince you otherwise, You two, drag him into the center of the holding chambers,i shall return shortly''
The two vampire soldiers did as they were told and Lord Harkon returns shortly afterwards holding a short woman by the hair.
''Cynthia MoorHaven, My,My, Dont you look just good enough to eat? What say you men, shall we take turns draining this one until her heart no longer beats?'' Asked the Vampire Lord.
Destrik Struggles against his captors, and breaks free, drawing the sword from the first guards belt and decapitating them both in one swift movement, he turns to advance on Harkon only to realize his teeth are mere inches from his mothers throat, he stops dead.
''One more chance boy, Join me or she will die tonight''
Destrik drops the blade and bends a knee to Lord Harkon, '' I Will Serve'' he says through gritted teeth.
Harkon drags Cynthia to her cell and slams it shut, ''I am fair boy, if you prove useful then i promise, one day soon, i shall..shall we say...set her free,now come with me, i have a gift to give you,unlike any other you've received.
Destrik failed to notice the tone and way Lord Harkon worded his promise, and he will not entirely understand until many years later.
Ten years After that exchange, Destrik learns a horrible truth about the bargain he struck with the vampire lord, Instead of actually releasing his mother like Harkon promised, Harkon had her brutally slain,only a year after Destrik entered into his service. Once Destrik found out this harsh truth, he went into a frenzy, brutally dismembering 13 vampires in castle Volkihar, and making his escape into the night. Ever since those event took place, destrik has been wondering the lands of skyrim, as a bodyguard for hire, he has slain so many men, that he cannot even remember their names,or faces, they are merely a blur in his mind, and he has never, felt any remorse for his actions.
Race:Breton
Age:691 (appears to be 46)
Afflictions: Vampirism
Class: Bodyguard/Forgemaster
Appearance-
Height:5'9
Weight:220
Hair: long unkept, 2 small braids down each side, and a neatly trimmed beard/Mustache combo
Hair Color: Ashen Grey
Eyes: Solid black,gives the appearance of staring into 2 bottomless pits of despair
Body Type: Muscular Build,Scarred from many battles with foes who's names he cannot even remember.
Apparel: See's no need for headgear, wears a full ebony plate of armor engraved with the insignia of Volkihar.
His weapon is a bound battle axe conjured from Molag Bal's plane of oblivion, He christened it with the name ''Anima Reddat'' or Soul Render in the language of the nords.
Personality: Sadistic, enjoys torturing his enemies before simply granting them the death they beg for.Quiet, and calculating, see's no need to waste words on meaningless conversations or arguments, only speaks when he deems it necessary. To him, actions will always speak louder than words.
Likes: Sex,Blood,Torture, Punishment, giving foes false hope and crushing it only to watch their eyes as they realize all is lost, and mead.
Dislikes:Cowards, Stendarr,Fire,Love,And Hope.
Bio: Born and raised in castle Volkihar as cattle for the nobles, he spent his life in a cell, knowing only what his mother taught him, being raised around constant death turned him into a sadist at an early age, by the time he was 14 he had already murdered 4 of his other cellmates and made a habit of torturing and robbing all of the ''lesser beings'' in his cell, The only person he ever truly cared for was his mother, Cynthia MoorHaven. At the Age of 20 he was being fed on regularly, to the point of near death, and made a habit of attempting to fight off his ''captors'' every time they came to feed, by age 32 he was separated into his own cell and kept away from all other living people, this segregation did not do anything to help his already sadistic disposition, within the first 2 years of his segregation he had already killed 12 Vampires who came to feed upon him and made a habit of removing their teeth as trophies. From the age of 32-45 he tirelessly worked on his physical stature and combat skills, as much as he possibly could within the confines of a cage, using the Vampires who desired to feed, as unwilling sparring partners, On a day much like any other, a group of hungry vampires came to feed upon him after a run in with the dawnguard, but the only thing that made this day notable compared to any other, is the fact that the vampire lord, known as Harkon, Had arrived with the soldiers to feed, As 2 of the soldiers entered his cell, Destrik Made his move, ready to kill the vampire lord and escape, he pounced on the nearest of the two, and snapped his neck between his hands like it were made of glass, the second vampire advanced upon Destrik, in hopes to remove him from his comrade, and Destrik rounds on his would be attacker, and slams him to the floor,immediately he begins to slam his bare knuckles into the vampires face, entering into a frenzied rage, he failed to notice the other 2 who were standing outside the cage with Lord Harkon, And they lifted him from the ground and pinned him to the wall, Lord Harkon then approached and addressed him directly, ''You have much fight in you boy, why let such talent go to waste, you've dispatched 2 of my personal guard in mere minutes, and they were two of the best to ever enter my service, Now i have need to replace them, So, i give you a choice, Join me, and i shall grant you an eternity filled with bloodshed,violence,and destruction''
Destrik responded by spitting at the Lords feet.
''I admire your resolve, but shall we see how strong your conviction truly is, what would it take to have you join me, shall i slaughter every man,woman,and child in this place, and make you watch''
Destrik, still unswayed, looks the Lord in the face and replies ''Feel free, Ive been needing more space to stretch my legs, and that would free up an awful lot of space, now wouldn't it?''
Destrik glances at his mother for only a fraction of a second, but that fraction of a second was all Harkon needed to call his bluff.
''Well boy, you are truly cold, i see there is no way to convince you otherwise, You two, drag him into the center of the holding chambers,i shall return shortly''
The two vampire soldiers did as they were told and Lord Harkon returns shortly afterwards holding a short woman by the hair.
''Cynthia MoorHaven, My,My, Dont you look just good enough to eat? What say you men, shall we take turns draining this one until her heart no longer beats?'' Asked the Vampire Lord.
Destrik Struggles against his captors, and breaks free, drawing the sword from the first guards belt and decapitating them both in one swift movement, he turns to advance on Harkon only to realize his teeth are mere inches from his mothers throat, he stops dead.
''One more chance boy, Join me or she will die tonight''
Destrik drops the blade and bends a knee to Lord Harkon, '' I Will Serve'' he says through gritted teeth.
Harkon drags Cynthia to her cell and slams it shut, ''I am fair boy, if you prove useful then i promise, one day soon, i shall..shall we say...set her free,now come with me, i have a gift to give you,unlike any other you've received.
Destrik failed to notice the tone and way Lord Harkon worded his promise, and he will not entirely understand until many years later.
Ten years After that exchange, Destrik learns a horrible truth about the bargain he struck with the vampire lord, Instead of actually releasing his mother like Harkon promised, Harkon had her brutally slain,only a year after Destrik entered into his service. Once Destrik found out this harsh truth, he went into a frenzy, brutally dismembering 13 vampires in castle Volkihar, and making his escape into the night. Ever since those event took place, destrik has been wondering the lands of skyrim, as a bodyguard for hire, he has slain so many men, that he cannot even remember their names,or faces, they are merely a blur in his mind, and he has never, felt any remorse for his actions.
Kir the Silent
Until Your Flesh Is Consumed
Glad to see this roleplay picking back. I'm not a part of it, but I have been reading it since it started. Good luck!
Zander Feredon
The Sightless Seer.
STALKER D: jk jk, :3
MabFaerie
Faerie Queen
She has black hair, actually, and very, very red lips.
She is designed to look as if Snow White took levels in badass. Even her name is meant to be a homage to such. In short, she's pale, hot, red-lipped, black haired and grumpy.