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Scorpion01 member of RPG for 7 years

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Yo I'm Scorpion. I'm a dude. I like Bacon, Freedom, and Butts.
857,940 words written.
12,280 total posts.
69 words per post.
614 posts per roleplay.
169 average days in a roleplay.
20 universes joined.
1.75 INK received in tips.

Basic Information

Everywhere, and yet Nowhere.
Awesome guy.
anime, card-games (ON MOTORCYCLES!!!) video-games, T.V. my computer, and many other random things
Began Role Playing:
0- 0-2006
Favorite Role Playing Game:
Life Itself.
Game Master:
Favorite Setting:
High Fantasy and Sci-Fi.

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Wrote your first piece in a universe!



Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!



Wrote over 80,000 total words!

World Builder

World Builder

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Person of Interest

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0.25 INK received for post #2770954, located in The Endaro System:

Demor was sort of annoyed that his proper greeting went mostly ignored, but brushed it off, it wasn't worth getting under his skin. As the Adjutant started to explain about the warship, Demor sort of tuned him out, he didn't care about the ship, he just wanted to find Montrose and be left alone. Preferably with her. Once they sat down at the table, Demor looked around the room again, and particularly at the hologram of Origin, tilting his head as he studied it, and in particular, where Storms seemed most common on the planet's surface. If anyone cared about them besides those in them, it was him. It was his specialty after all.

He'd let Kathryn or Ivera do most of the talking if possible - he was sure that his Xeno presence wouldn't be tolerated to speak too much. He was, however, starting to relax a little, his tail curling around one of the legs of his chair out of habit as he leaned back, making himself comfortable.

0.25 INK received for post #2774910, located in Rosetta Large Scale City Ruins:

The air shook, the darkness shattered with brilliant Golden Light, and the ground quaked, cracking under the weight of the Dragon in Human Form who had forcibly Teleported himself to this world. He landed on his feet, his Armor forming around his body as he did so. Immediately following his appearance, the Corrupted Dragon of Light fell to a knee, once more quaking the ground as his weight came down, the earth cracking beneath him as he hurled up the contents of his stomach. It wasn't much - some Draconian Wine, some meat, and blood. His blood. The Corruption, he mused, and nothing more, was the cause.

Raising to his feet once more, Irral took in a deep, slow breath. Magic was everywhere on this planet and in this land. Other Dragons, Druids, Mages good and bad, Witches, Necromancers, elves, and a large mix of races only before seen on Terra by the first Son of Light. A shift in the wind caught his attention and he lowered his chin. His Draconian Duradaeden Helmet appeared around his head, and his Lance appeared in his hand.

"Who dares approach the Son of Light!?" he growled. Clearly, Irral was not keen on being sneaked up on, or bumped into unannounced. Granted, it wasn't his fault that whenever he appeared, a great flash of light followed with him. It was just the nature of his magic as he moved from area to the other. It marked the appearance of someone of great power, and his case, it meant him.

But who would approach him so soon after he appeared?

0.25 INK received for post #2759202, located in The Impervious Door:

The very air shook gently, and with a flash of Golden Light behind the group before the door, Irral appeared. The First Son of the Light, a Light Dragon, corrupted but still righteous in his power, sworn to defeat Draco, to put an end to all darkness. The gentle clank of his Draconian Battle Armor filled the air as he stood, towering over the others at twelve feet in height. Irral's helmet, imposing and resembling his Dragon form's own head, began to glow gold before vanishing, revealing a youthful, but tired man, with pure white hair braided into a ponytail, fair skin, and eyes of Solid Gold, tainted by swirling streaks of Violet. Black Reptilian slits formed his pupils, and he looked to the trio, now foursome as the pokemon used its attack on the wall in order to try and open it. Whatever lay behind that door interested him. And whether it was something able to defeat Draco, or something that the Shadow Dragon would find useful, Irral wanted to know, and wanted to deal with it personally.

He said nothing, nor did he move, instead opting to stand and watch, a good ten meters back behind Jennifer, Carson and Flynn, his stance relaxed, and the aura he projected one of calming benevolence. He wasn't here to hurt anyone, on the contrary he was here to protect.

0.25 INK received for post #2760129, located in The Impervious Door:

The added presence of Kanto did not worry Irral, nor did the actions of the others. No, in fact he seemed to ignore them, or over-look them. They couldn't harm him anyway - not as he was. Perhaps one of their pokemon would be able to put up a minor fight, but ultimately Irral's unstable, corrupted Light Magic would overwhelm them. What intrigued Irral was the dancing of the Shadows along the door, and the opening of two emerald eyes, watching the group trying to gain access. Tilting his head, the Corrupted Dragon of Light narrowed his eyes, tainted Gold iris's contracting, the black pupils becoming slits.

"Something... Dark is working its Magic. Something beyond even Draco." Irral spoke at last, his voice, while a fair and modest Baritone, rumbled one to the bone with its power and wisdom. He was ancient. Being the First born Dragon from the Original Dragon had its perks, after all. Stepping forward, his Armor clanked quietly as he strode forth to the door. He held out his left hand, his Draconian Lance sliding from its place on his back, and into his hand, slender fingers closing around the shaft, the claws of the gauntlet making small tink! sounds as they connected with the metal. His steps were slow and methodical, almost as if he were testing whatever was behind that door, seeing just how much it would react to his Holy, albeit corrupted presence.

0.25 INK received for post #2760202, located in The Impervious Door:

Irral was expressionless as the door seemed to come alive at his touch, and he looked to the eye-shaped indents in the floor, then back to the source of the Emerald glowing. The Elder Dragon seemed to not care in the least what the humans and otherwise around him were doing, his own mind fast at work to decipher the puzzle of opening the door. Slowly he began to rise from the ground, his grip on his Lance loosening slightly as he adjusted his grip, and rose to be level with the eyes of the door.

Turning, Irral gazed upon the floor where the door looked, seeing the pattern clearly now, and narrowing his eyes. Out of the corner of his vision, something sparkled, glimmered even, and he once more turned his head to look. Tilting his head, the Dragon sheathed his Lance, and, as if walking down stairs, descended to where there was glimmering on the ground, using the edge of his Armored boot to nudge at the glimmering object to make sure it wasn't anything particularly harmful to these humans and otherwise around him.

Once he was sure it wasn't going to try and tear off his boot and beat someone with it, he crouched, balancing on the balls of his feet, and reached out to grab it with a hand, clawed Gauntlets moving to cut off the long-dead vegetation and remove the dirt from around it.


I want three things in life: Bacon, good health, bacon, a good friend, bacon, better math skills, and did I mention Bacon yet?