Knight of Iron
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Wᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ. Orpheus sat up in his bed, gasping, heart pounding. He panted, looking around, but realized there was no immediate threat. He'd had a terrible nightmare the night before. Battles with demons, everyone had learned his secret, and he had to take charge... oh, wait. He fell back into bed. Couldn't he pretend he wasn't on this quest? Just a little longer? WAKE UP. An impossibly loud voice, in his mind. He jumped out of bed in fright, and stumbled over to the nearby wardrobe. His arms were a bit scarred from tearing apart the demon's corporeal form the other day, but they seemed to have healed alright. No, he couldn't even pretend. He was tricked into this quest, ages ago, before he knew what he was saying. The conglomerate of souls that was Zanidar, however righteous he may make himself out to be, had manipulated a child into this. And he couldn't escape. And he was probably going to die. He threw a shirt on and exited the room, to wake everyone up before the sun rose. "Everybody! Time to get up." @Trutharchivist @Tesh @Random Bystander @Channelknight Fadran @Onimur @Isabelle6060 Exodus stretched his arms in the small room he had rented for himself, at the tavern. He'd quite indulged himself sleeping the night before, receiving a solid three hours of quality sleep. However, they had best be on the move. They had somewhere to be, before the sun rose. He walked to the room next over, where he had payed to have a room for both Ara and Minuet. He knocked softly on the door. "Ara," he sang, "Minuet, wake up." @Condensation @JesterLavorre
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"Oh, I can get you a burn salve or something," Stefan said, "I've a bit of medical training." "Ooh, I've got a Burn Heal!" Professor X said, "But we only really use it for Pokemon..." -
"I mean, nothing wrong with it, of course," Stefan said quickly. "But, are you sure there aren't any medications you ought to be taking?"
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Stefan looked him down and sighed. "You?"
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Cruz clutched Janice's arm, ready to summon his energy to heal her. He held his bloodied knife in the other hands, in case, Cumulo decided to get close.
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Professor X approached Fadran. "We're off to fetch a giant beast for Merl, called Dax, back at his planet. We shouldn't be gone too long, and only two Knights are leaving." He looked around. "We could take one more person?" @Merciful
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I've been a bit of a roleplaying machine of late, it seems.
I've racked up 250 posts in less than 2 weeks, and in just the last few days I've joined about three new roleplays, and upon losing interest in not one but two characters in FotT, I've join successfully with ten. I'm in a total of nine, though a couple of those are super inactive.
So today I've updated my About Me with the complete list of all my characters, as well as taken stock of them all.
And, of course, I organized them in an Excel sheet by statistics to analyze my tendencies in creating characters (I loooooove statistics). The results...
Gender
80% (20/25) Male
12% (3/25) Female
8% (2/25) OtherSpecies
64% (16/25) Human
24% (6/25) Non-Human
12% (3/25) Near-HumanMarital Status
72% (18/25) Single
12% (3/25) In Relationship
8% (2/25) Married
4% (1/25) Widowed
4% (1/25) DivorcedAge Range
ages 0-17.......................................20% (5/25)
ages 18-29.....................................36% (9/25)
ages 30-49.....................................16% (4/25)
ages 50-99.....................................8% (2/25)
ages 100 and up............................20% (5/25)So... statistically speaking (from this range), the most common RP character of mine would be a single, human male in his 20s.
All known characters fitting these criteria: Stefan (FotT), Kelly (FotT), and Zlatt (FotT). Additionally, one is from the top secret dead RP. And then my Harry Potter character not yet revealed in FotT. He's canonically shown up but I'm not sure I'll even introduce him properly, unless I see an opportunity. -
Kreshnik smiled. "Thank you," he said quickly, then rushed inside with a whoosh of wind. He looked around at the people inside, then tipped his hat. "Hello."
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"It would seem that life isn't that convenient," he said, "You'll have to take my word. I swear I will not cause harm to you nor any of your companions inside."
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He racked his brain, trying to answer her questions whilst facing imminent danger. Finally, it sunk in. “Human looking thing,” he replied. “Guess you could say I’m a bit new here.”
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“I’m sure we can figure it out,” Professor X assured, “I’m one of the best researchers in all the Kalos region, possibly further. And I have my trusty part-time assistant, of course.” @Isabelle6060
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“Kreshnik!” he said sharply, a bit tense due to being in the hallway of a charging lion. “I’m friendly!”
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Nik fumbled with the doorknob desperately, but resorted to stepping back in the other direction—away from the charging lion. The lion charged with full force, with complete confidence no blade could harm it.
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The lion didn’t seem even a bit scared, if anything just shocked that anything was willing to take it on. It bared its giant teeth and sprinted down the hallway. Nik tried to pull open the door to another apartment, but he couldn’t get in.
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Nik sighed in resignation. Another roar put him back on edge, however, as the massive Nemean lion appeared in the hallway. He let out a small gasp of fear. “Th-the skin is impermeable,” he whispered.
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“There aren’t any magical spells around anyone else’s,” he said. “Please. I’m K-Kreshnik, but c-call me Nik.”
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Shoot, Kreshnik thought. It seemed this... monster hunter knew better than to give a creature permission to enter someone’s abode. But the lion was coming, and he didn’t want to get his new suit shredded. “Y-You sure I can’t come in to safety?”
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The man waited still, seeming very nervous. “N-N-Nemean lion’s coming. C-can I come in?” His eyes were wide with fright.
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Kreshnik simply knocked on the door again. “Uh, please hurry.”
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A loud roar came echoing down the hallway.
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The man stuttered a bit at the door. “H-hello? I... can I... come in? I’m about to die.”
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A man in a snazzy black suit—black shirt, tie, everything—stood outside the door. He looked pale and he seemed very worried. He wore an absolutely snazztastic black fedora. “Uh... h-hello?”
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There came a knock at the door.
