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Yes, please. I’ll have the newly revised sheet done soon. : ) Edit: Here ya go ( : Edit 2: Since nobody has posted anything yet and I don't want to double post, here is my (hopefully) next character. Edit 3: Also, just a heads up—neither of these sheets are in their final draft stage, and thus even if they are approved, they may not be finished for some time.
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would there be enough points left over to raise his skill in martial arts?
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IT IS FINISHED also i am sorry about the length @Sorana @Voidus
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Bleeding palms. Hands scraped from glass and shrapnel. Not glass. Obsidian. Remains of a powerful suit of armor. Remains of Vincent’s power. Whatever blast had sent him here had destroyed his armor, but he wasn’t about to waste an opportunity like this. A brand new adventure. * * * * Talas stepped off of the giant bird’s saddle with a graceful drop of five feet. “Thank you for ferrying me away, Yxares. Father will be displeased, but he himself said he couldn’t teach me any more than he already had without direct memory insertion. No, not happy in the least.” Tal patted the bird on his leg, and with a wind-ripping leap, the nightwing was gone. Talas dragged his fingers across his sharpened arm ridges, slicing off the last remains of his fingerprints. Silas’ fingerprints. Talas picked a knife out of his bootleg and began carving. New fingerprints for a new man. Each stroke brought forth more and more blood, a red-orange with a scent like rotten fruit mixed with ozone. With the angular carvings complete, Talas licked off his fingers. Finally, Talas was complete. A man ready to kill everyone who got in the way of his end goal. Even himself.
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His powers can only change minute details, the tense, and the perspective. Not decisions or stuff like that. @Ookla the Dreamer
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Modify slight things like the fullness of someone’s glass, make their socks mismatched, and also be confused as to whether or not they (the character) is ‘Me’, ‘You’, or ‘We’. Just running this through my head atm, even if it gets approved I doubt I’ll use it.
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Can I create a character whose only special ability is a tenuous grip on reality? @Ookla the Dreamer
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i will post the talas character sheet asap sorrio just gotta know that he is a very tall and strong man
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Talas reached his hand out to grab the man who, very inconsiderably, was flying through a hole in his room. “Should’ve just stuck down there with them, old man,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Vio, letting himself be dragged upwards. “I don’t like people who interrupt my meditation, and you’ll find it hard to have a good time while I’m attached to you.” @Oduim’s Chmapion
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Talas walked down from the second floor, noticed what was going on, and then promptly turned around and walked back up.
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Talas crouched by the corpse, touching the dart wound and smelling his finger. Mild sedative. Venomous in nature. “Mother, I’m not exactly Silas anymore. He's still in there, but so is the other one. We're just both in charge now. If you want to, you can still call me Silas, but he isn't who I am anymore. No, not him ever again." @Sherlock Holmes
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Talas walked through the doorway just in time to see Mr. Itiah crumple in a heap on the stage. "Drat. It seems I am too late to stop that from happening." Qucikly he glanced around the room, looking for Tena. His mother. Not some target. The woman who raised him. The woman who probably didn't even think he was still alive. The day Talas became, well, Talas, he left his family. Six months spent training with the man who turned him into this. He had all of these new skills and yet he couldn't go and say hello to the woman who raised him. She might as well have been a stranger to him. After all, she didn't even know his name anymore. ”Hello?” @Sherlock Holmes
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"Thank you, good sir. Now, I must go get changed. I believe there is a promotion ceremony I'm missing." Talas reached up behind his head and untied the knot on his ribbon, letting his mask fall into his other hand. Red irises and pink sclera looked out from beneath his black-streaked face, bony ridges poking out from his cheekbones and running back into his hair. "Not exactly what you expected, huh?" Talas turned around and walked away, removing his jacket and shirt before he even got into the room. * * * * * * Talas stepped out in an outfit that was perfect for him. White silk shirt, tailored black jacket and pants, black tie with an emerald pin, black silk gloves, freshly polished black leather boots, and his hair free but still styled impeccably. A small bubble of nervousness rose up in him. "Time to go reintroduce myself to my family."
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Talas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of coins, tossing it between his hands and then on to the counter. "Second floor, preferably. I don't need a bed." @Sherlock Holmes
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"The souls of the innocent and the blood of the damned. Why, what would anyone sane pay with?" Talas winked, the red light in his eye flashing out. "Money. Any kind you accept." @Sherlock Holmes
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A tall, broad shouldered man in a festive ensemble walked through the doors, ducking his head beneath the low door frame. He walked up to the counter and slammed his palm down. "How much for a room?" @Elend Venture @Ark1002 @Oduim's Chmapion @Sherlock Holmes
