We've had plenty of evil-good people before! ...Like.... er.... It'll come to me! It will!
So.. anyone seen the new netflix/Wii movie commercials? Epicness, I tell you! Pure epicness!!
Bah, I'm trying to get a master White knight rank, so I can sell white armour sets for big prices to people on ze trading forums. All i have to do is kill about 1,100 more Black Knights... piece o' cake!
~Insane Soule
Void Knight, Priest of Guthix, Wielder of the Ancient Magyks, Expert wierdo.
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
*grabs bio list* The magic list! The following are evil bio characters:
Ravinius
Arad
Heinreich Kvetch
Isaac
Vezyfher Anvecias
Sendor Drakan
Lakos Del Cogelada
Lilith
and now, Ainauh'Imendas'Lenat.
^That's pretty much all the evil characters, not including those that became evil later into the story.
Hmmm, Netflix/Wii movie commercials? o_o
Huh? I guess I haven't seen 'em because I don't watch TV too much. But whatever. o: But good luck getting THAT rank, I think I'd get frustrated after about one-hundred kills. XD
But seriously, good luck.
I could really use a piece of cake right now. *rushes to fridge*
Now, I just have to work out fair prices, then I can make a good amount of money selling White Armour via trading forums. ^.^
~Insane Soule
Void knight, Priest of guthix, Wielder of the Ancient Magyks, Complete Idiot.
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
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Seph
Modello's cold... Stone cold... like a fox. A fox with a bag of rox that's lost it's sox, so give em back plox
The inter-character drama kicks off right from the beginning this time, very nice
Now how do a few simple guards get a leading man out of the city... Hmmm...
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Allistir: And so ends the short, short career of Richard Narcissus. We will miss hi-
Richard: I'M RIGHT HERE!
Allistir:...But I think we all agree that taking down the row of mirrors across 34th street might fina-
Richard: I haven't left YET!
Allistir: And so as we finish construction on this tomb in his honor-
Richard: You're killing me off!?
Allistir:...In peace. In other news, we are replacing his old home with a McCheesy's...
Richard: *sniff* I don't need you anyway! *runs off crying*
Allistir: Told you it would work.
Moriah: *rolls eyes*
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Bart is the first Good bio I've made. My original two were kind of crummy looking back, but even then Mercutio came in with the intention of going evil so he doesn't count towards good
I had been thinking up another good fellow but perhaps it's time to shift back into dark tendancies... Kekeke... So many sinister possibilities remain
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Ark Von Doom
And those possibilities can definitely be exploited in the next story, I assure you.
A story that ALL the characters must be gods, but could be human if you'd like. Just note that the humans are under the god's boot. o.o
And by the way, Ark. You'll be seeing quite a bit more drama, I think. Chapter 3 should be a nice step for it. And I see you made Moriah roll her eyes, ha...that captures something she'll be doing a lot within the story. XD
I know Tal's evil. I just called him by his fullz names. D: And congratulations, Insane. o.o That must've taken forever.
Next post of mine will be the new chapter, I'm trying to get back to my old habit. You know, a chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. So, keep scrolling down. ^^
At a small wooden house, covered in the cape of the night. A small lamp fought the darkness away with it's radiant glow. Modello was inside in this house, he gently sat down on his bed, reaching his hand up to the mask that concealed his face. His eyes were emotionless and dead.
He chained his fingers around his mask and rid his face of it's presence. He placed his mask upon the table beside his bed. A window that released the full moon's complete shine was the only lantern to allow Modello to see. He dropped to his sword right against the table, making it stand of it's own feet.
He placed his hand on the top of his hand and pulled off his hat. He dropped it right beside his mask. His back falls down onto the pillow top of his bed, his head slams gently into his cotton pillow. His emerald green eyes glance out of the glass eye to the outside. The stars danced, glittering flawless in the endless night sky.
His mind was lost in the thought of his love. All the days of joy he and her shared. Her smile. Her laugh. Her voice. Everything spun around and backlashes in his head. His right hand rose up into the air, like he was reaching out to the sky - to the moon. "Alyssa.." he mumbled.
A full moon hid behind the only wall of clouds in the sky. The light of the night disappears, darkening the world in black. Modello's hand dropped down to his bed lifeless. His eyes closed shut and his face shunned the sky by no longer gazing out to it. His mind empty without thought, his heart closed and cold.
The next day, the sun overcame the darkness and lit the sky into a bright light. People were out-and-about with their daily lives. Talking to each other, working, delivering goods, buying, selling. Modello silently walked towards the castle, pushing others aside without a care.
He was the only person in darkness, in the color black. He stood out like a sore thumb. The world was numb to Modello, like in black and white. People were nothing to care about in his thought, HE was the only thing that mattered to him and nothing more.
His face concealed by shadow. The world around him was a swarm of people running their daily lives. His hands pushed them out of his way. From behind him, a familiar pair of pale blue eyes watch from behind him. "Man, this guy just doesn't care." she said in her head.
A rush of thundering footsteps haste towards Moriah. The knight frantically pushed people out of his way to reach her. "Miss Moriah!" his voice yelled, still hasting over to her. He seemed extremely panicked. Modello heard the panicked knight and paused in his tracks.
Moriah glanced behind her and saw the knight. She sighed frustratingly. She ceased walking and glared back at the knight. "What could you possibly want?" she growled.
When the knight got to her, he was gasping heavily for air - huffing-and-puffing. He panted heavily, breathing in and out to catch his breath. He pointed his right index finger south, to the main gate into the city. "Iericho..." he breathed out. "...is attacked, madam..." When Modello heard those words, he immediately rushed out to the south.
Moriah once again sighed frustratedly. Her right hand smacks her forehead, half of her hand covered her eyes. "You're kidding, right?" she growled. "What do they want?"
"They said something about an artifact..."
Moriah crossed her arms. "Like what?"
"We don't know...but something of great importance."
The mage rolled her eyes. "Uh huh, I'm sure." She shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever, I guess I'll go anyways."