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fate0013 member of RPG for 12 years

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I'm a person who is really good at character creating. i have a love for magic, battle, and adventure RP's. i have a fondnes to build relationships with characters to form good story.
I'm a Taurus and am a mythology nut. I can name of dozens of monsters and legend easy. My preferences on roleplays are that they must be interesting and not to complicated.

I'm a good person with a bit of an eccentric personality, which tends to help me play whatever character I like, good or bad. If you want me to join any role play your into making, please feel free to ask. I've been doing this longer then my profile says anyway. Got any questions or just want to be friends? Feel free to PM me ok.
97,346 words written.
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9 posts per roleplay.
61 average days in a roleplay.
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Username:
fate0013
Location:
. . . . in your closet ahahahahaha!!!
Age:
28
Occupation:
Retail worker and Traditional commission artist
Interests:
All kinda of food, tabletop games, anime, comics, reading, writing, drawing, running, dogs, fantasy, the paranormal, myths, legends, sushi, homestuck, megatokyo, games, Alice in wonderland, etc. (The list goes on.)
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Began Role Playing:
13 Jun 2007
Favorite Role Playing Game:
to many to list. . .
Game Master:
Yes
Favorite Setting:
magic anime fantasy mystery romance
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@true_fate0013

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Gifted: Reaching for Destiny
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Soul Eater: New Beginning Completed

30 years after the incident with Asura a new school year starts for the incoming students of DWMA as they learn that the witches are up to no good. Complete||Pending for Review

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35.25 INK received for post #2817783, located in Atlas City:

Having left Jemma contained while he went to a meeting felt wrong. He had no idea how long she would be in that weird state and the idea of her coming out of it and freaking out over the sudden containment left a bad taste in his mouth. Whatever was going on, she didn’t seem in control or aware while in that orb, so he had to just pray he got out of this meeting before she came too. He technically was going to be a few minutes late to the meeting since he did still need a quick shower after both his run and spare with Silver Fang. Best not to be smelled from across the room after all.

Alex chose to stand with his back up against the wall, arms crossed. Mostly due to nerves and really not wanting to be addressed directly yet if he could help it. After the last few days it was no secret that Alex had been itching to hear just what George had in store for this group of supers he had gathered together. Reservations aside, the idea of being on a team with little affiliation to the pre established organizations made him a bit more comfortable. The less suits he had to deal with the better.

Aaaaand people started talking about artifacts and time . . . What? That was around the time Alwx started tuning out most of the meeting. He couldn’t help but feel lost and out of place more so than when it was mentioned that the beast from the beach was said to have been a child and from another dimension. Am I the only one here that’s noticing how crazy this all is?

When the conversation started to drift towards the issues involving the Witchfinder Generals Alex couldn’t help feeling relieved. Finally, something I can actually help with. The fact that the investigation was technically under NAHLA jurisdiction didn’t seem to be preventing anyone present from contributing to the investigation either which was a blessing. The memorial was mentioned, but truth be told Alex didn’t feel like he was in a good mood or mindset to participate. He needed something to take his mind off all of . . . This.

Noticing that things were wrapping up, Alex pushed himself off the wall and made his way to leave. ” Well, this was fun and all, but I think I’ll be passing on the memorial for personal reasons. I’m going to go check on Jemma and see what I can do with the Witchfinders business.“

Alex didn’t realize how tense he had been through all that as he walked towards Sairyn’s lab. He had expected to feel his barrier around Jemma to crack or break entirely during the meeting. He hadn’t fortified it too much, which was stupid in hindsight. But there had been next to no feedback the entire time. That could be either good or bad in the next minute. Finding Sai’s lab unlocked, Alex took a deep breath and opened the door. ” Jemma, it’s Alex. Please don’t be freaking out. I’m sorry for bubbling you but you were kinda freaking out and shooting lightning everywhere.“ he slowly entered the room, not knowing what to expect at this point.


10.25 INK received for post #2817784, located in Rhindeval:

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A feeling of pride bloomed in Asher’s chest at Ivelda’s praise and caress. Even still, a nugget of shame at his brutality remained in the back of his mind. ” Thank you, your Majesty. You are too kind to me. I will take my leave then.” he bowed deeply with a hand over his heart before turning on his heel to leave.

He passed Roderick and Benedicto on his way out, giving the two a curt nod before leaving the throne room. Any other time Asher would have struck up conversation with the two, possibly teased them lightly. But it was best not to interrupt anyone who had immediate business with the empress. The one and only time he had tried had left her disappointed with him. Never again.




Asher needed a pick-me-up. His stomach churned a bit uncomfortable. okay, food first, then fun. he smiled to himself as he made his way to the kitchen, a few of the minor servants he passed by knew all too well mischief was imminent seeing a growing grin on the royal healer’s face.

Basket in hand and a dozen stolen pastries later, Asher entered the medical ward once more with a smile on his face. Spying Tempeste, he quickly walked up to her with a bow chipper gait in his step. ” Tempeste! The Empress is pleased with my work and has no need of me for the time being.” he then pushed the basket of warm goods into her hands. ” Pass these out would you? I have nothing to do outside of our normal duties so I’ll be making some rounds.” he gave her almost no time to respond further as he kissed the woman on the check and practically skipped his way back out of the ward. The staff and patients present were left more than a bit stunned by Asher’s antics. It was safe to say he was pleased with his work so far. Now it was time to go visit the stables. It had been a good minute since he had Graced Tyann with his presence.




1.00 INK received for post #2775627, located in Capetown, Texas:

Alexander Dalton





Everything seemed to blur together for a bit. The speech had barely registered in his brain as he had tried to struggle with the near crippling amounts of worry and dread he was feeling. He knew the statistics, he did the research. Hundreds always died in Abhorrent attacks. sound became distant as he glanced around him. How many people would die? Who would fall first? who would be forced to suffer agonizing pain from radiation poisoning or being torn apart by bloodthirsty plants? The idea of even attempting to fight a living disaster seemed impossible. He couldn't be the only one thinking it.
Alex was pulled from his thoughts when the drones had swarmed around strapping themselves onto every capes wrist. Easier to identify the bodies when all is said and done I guess. He frowned. why was he thinking like this? wasn't there a chance they could drive tangle back with their numbers? There were dozens of heavy hitters here. a small smile had been starting to form on his face as he tried to grasp at the idea.

The universe decided it was time for its sick joke to play out however. A loud churning of concrete and metal had blasted from behind. That's when all hell broke loose.

He didn't remember when he had started running. Maybe it was when that damn plant reared its ugly head, or when someone had boomed out for everyone to scatter. It didn't mater now. Alex was tearing his way through the crowds, street and sidewalk cracking under his heavy steps as he ran full tilt with one destination in mind. There was no fighting that thing. The stream of names his bracelet continued to rattle off reinforced this fact in his mind. What could he even do? his barriers would shatter like glass against that genocidal plant, and his body would die within seconds of being meters away from tangles main body.

Alex only slowed down after almost running straight into a building. Windbreak Down So many already. Devilmask Down. He had to keep moving he had to- he stopped. Another cap nearby was desperately trying to defend another man on the ground bleeding heavily from what was left of his right arm and leg. A couple of Tangles plant minions were trying to get to her now, the frost blasting from her hands just barely keeping the writhing garden horrors away. Alex clenched his fists and swallowed hard. He couldn't just leave her or the man to their fate. looking around quickly, he realized there were at least a half a dozen other caps around him. He had to choke back bile at their mangled forms. Why? Why do so many have to die? how can anybody expect a bunch of low level caps to even survive any of this for more then a second? The league always does most of the work anyway.
Throwing his hands outward. Two aqua colored spheres enveloped the man and woman. Alex then yanked back his hands, causing the two to fly towards him like a pair of giant yo-yo's. The bubbles reached him in less then two seconds before popping. Alex turned his head to the woman and pointed to the man, His eyes now glowing the same light blue as his barriers behind the lenses of his makeshift knight helmet. " Get him to a healer NOW! he might be able to be saved. I'll cover you!" Alex turned his head and threw his arms back up again, generating a wall between the three of them just before the plant minions had time to rush in and attack. the wall gained some thickness after the plants had started to form cracks in it from their wild thrashing. The sound of footsteps quickly moving away was the only indication that the woman and the man had left. Alex didn't risk looking away to check and just hoped the man might make it.

As the minions were about to try going around Alex's wall, he shaped it to encircle the two and quickly seal the things in a bubble. Not wasting anymore time, He mentally pushed with all he had and flung the sphere several blocks down before letting it pop. Would rather not get into hand to hand with any of those. Best to just pluck and trow like they are a bunch of weeds. very deadly weeds. Satisfied with his plan of . . . attack, Alex began sprinting off again. Making sure now to try his best to either pull people out of danger or fling any minions he came across. A chime from his pocket caught his attention. Who was trying to contact him in all of this?! Then it hit him like a freight train. Dean, had to be. Skidding to a halt and pulling out his phone, a glance at the now somewhat cracked screen made his blood run cold.

"DUDE IM STUCK IN MY WORK BUILDING AND DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO THOSE THINGS ARE EVERYWHERE I CANT FIND ANYONE AND DONT WANT THEM TO FIND ME PLEASE SEND HELP"

That was one of several messages that Alex had somehow missed from Dean. all asking if he was ok or if he could find a way to get him some help. Aqua energy formed a disc next to Alex as he hopped on. flying would be faster. there was no time to loose if he wanted to get there before he was found. the sound of Tangle's rampage in the other direction gave Alex a grain of hope. he sped off through the air as fast as he could mentally push himself. pretty sure that there would be a massive headache and a nose bleed happening in a few minutes from the strain. Damnit why am i so slow?!? All the while he continued to hear a somewhat steady pass of cap named being rattled off to him by the wristband. He gave it a quick glance and scowled. For some reason it was starting to make him angry, like they needed a way to track the bodies. The thought drove him forward though, he wasn't going to let himself or Dean become a statistic. " We. Are. Not. Cannon fodder." Alex huff in frustration before continuing on. There was time to be angry later, Tangle was being fought, the other caps were become somewhat more coordinated as the moments passed. Alex had only one thing on his mind though. His friend needed to be rescued.


1.00 INK received for post #2817651, located in Rhindeval:

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"Always be ready to be up to no good, makes life all the more enjoyable."
Hexcode: #DAA520



"You always were good at hiding, Asher. I have something I need to do first and then I'll join you. Be a good boy until I get back." The Telsenon man stepped out of the shadows and bowed to his empress. Truth be told, he probably could have hid himself better if he wished . . . but hiding like that from someone such as Ivelda and potentially startling her was anything but wise. Thinking on it, he really wasn't sure she could be snuck up on. no telling what kind of magics she had in play at any given time. he let the thought drift away as he waited patiently.

Asher hadn't moved so much as an inch When Ivelda returned. In all fairness she hadn't been gone long which left him with little need to try entertaining himself. The empress returned with a goblet in hand. "Now my boy, I would like a full remember of your last mission. Here, drink," Ah, straight to that then. A part of Asher never truly enjoyed recounting his assignments. All reminders of how less human he felt when he enacted them. His world was nothing but shadows, death and fear once he set foot outside this castles walls. But it was what Ivelda required of him, and without her he had nothing . . . . no, he would be nothing.

"As you wish, your Majesty." Returning her smile with a grin of his own before the gingerly taking the goblet and drinking deeply, a long sighing breath escaping his lips when the final drop passed his lips. The effect took little time to be noticed. Asher absently held the goblet at his side while his one visible eye seemed more clouded, a blankness washing over the rest of his face as he recounted the mission he had returned from only a few days ago. "The trek through Huldrefolk was not an easy one, and my target even more elusive then expected. The supposed Freedom Fighter had quite the growing network within the woods and was utilizing an area colloquially referred to as Troll Country as both a deterrent and a means to scheme away from prying eyes." Alone. painstakingly avoiding wildlife unless hunger reared its ugly head. Couldn't cook anything or he could easily be found out. salt and spiced rubbed meat while making every step of the journey measured. Almost caught by trolls twice, he could still smell them even now. tries to forget nightmares of being ripped apart and eaten by the things as they laugh. Asher shivers and almost seemed to be staring through Ivelda as he continued. "It took days of tracking and waiting but I found their main camp. Feeling more creative, I chose a more unique way of dealing with the traitor and his band. I slipped a weakening poison into their food and drink and that same night led a pack of trolls right into the camp. they had no chance . . . I then set the whole place on fire during the chaos." A more grim look formed across his face, though Asher's eye still remained clouded as the potion did its work with his mind. In a sense he made his nightmares from those nights a reality. he wished he could forget the sounds he heard that night as he slipped into the shadows and made the long journey back here.



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"Always be ready to be up to no good, makes life all the more enjoyable."
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Not many castles or palaces had quite an expansive medical ward as this one. Fewer still had what amounted to an alchemist's laboratory built right next to it. Locked away in the laboratory, a rather exotic looking man lay on a bead dominated by far too many pillows. His stark white hair a mess while most of his cloths from last nights bloody business lay strung about. The sharp, rhythmic sound of knocking on the lab's single door caused The previously sleeping form of Asher to draw in a sharp breath and groan. It was a matter of time before someone would try waking him, regardless of how late he had been forced to stay up.

A pain, but duty calls. " I'll be right there when I'm well ready thank you, I care not what hour of the day it is but you just woke me up!" With a grunt, He threw himself from his pillows and covers and walked over to a reasonably sized mirror that hung from one of the walls. He had to practically beg her Majesty Ivelda for the thing. One looks at his appearance put a scowl on Asher's face.

One quick inhale made the lingering scent of blood clinging to him still apparent. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "This wont do at all." A groan of annoyance could be heard on the other side of the door. whoever had woken him was well aware of what came next.

With no sense of urgency, Asher went about readying himself. Fresh and fashionable cloths, washed face, combed and then carefully tousled hair, and a hint of nice smelling oils here and there. All part of the grooming process. Was it necessary to fuss over himself so much? He certainly thought so. An ornate eyepatch tied over his left eye and a final look back at the mirror brought a satisfied look to his face.

One of the many alchemical apparatus was fiddled with on his way out. Opening the door revealed a rather annoyed member of the medical ward doing their best not to glare daggers at her majesties most accomplished healer. He was a man in the later years of his life, his own skill in medicine being the only thing that could have kept a man that never went outside so healthy. "You have people in need of your attention sir, we can only do so much when you decide to sleep in." The words came out through a smile that was obviously forced.

Whether Asher noticed or didn't care, he walked passed the old man with a grin on his face and a spring in his step. Elbow length leather gloves being pulled on tight. a quick glance around showed only a handful of patients laying among the two dozen beds in the immediate vicinity. "Alright, lets see what seems to be the problem today~" With that, the Royal healer went about his work. The first man he approached hugging an arm that was obviously dislocated.

Judging from the gathered patients in need of attention, todays work would take two, maybe three hours to finish counting his break for tea. Then he could slip into the kitchens afterwards and see what he could swipe. Maybe if he was lucky he would find someone to waste time with on his way. A bemused look crossed his face as Asher reset a guardsman's dislocated shoulder, ignoring the mans swearing and protest at the lack of warning.



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