Sluggs amazes them with putting his foot behind his leg tactics.


Because we're amazing


More epic


|D Oh gosh.



Now we move on.


Another encounter.


"Unforseen defections aside... We still outnumber you. >888D"


"Haha, Bastilion would be proud. Not one shed drop of blood!"
(Yep, Wesker and Dark were in close quarters and taunting, and didn't fight!)


Praying the Wesker away - or something. XD


Glowey heads!


It didn't work.


"By the authority in me, and in the sight of the gods, I pronounce you stag and stag."

Energy: 80% <- mostly preserved, has been more at rest than in action.
Success confidence: 65% <- Rut season getting late, still no does. Now resorting to challenging other stags in their land and enticing their does.

Land: The lowland between the playground and twin statues.
Does Courted: 0? If any, it's hard to tell.
Spars: 2

The half muffled, clanking sound of metal cutting into soil and stone scratches at the air near a great cathedral, within a cemetery barely a dozen meters away. Under a crescent moon, the grave keeper digs with the precision of an old artist. He was a tall specimen, a hair taller than seven feet despite his clear age. He was thin, almost to the point of looking completely malnourished, though his arms still retained the muscle of a fighter, and his eyes carried the spirit to match. His long, unkept black hair hung partially over his face, halfway hiding his red eyes and heavily scarred face, and draped carelessly over his back. He wears a suit that seems to once have been formal, though now exists in patchwork and rips, and stains from the dirt. The former feeling his suit tries to give off is further marred by the heavy metal-soled boots he wore. Below his chin and down his neck is evidence of former attempts on his life, scars that could only have come from knifepoint. Holstered in a pocket, he carries a standard pistol.

He fills the shovel with one last scoop of soil and flings it out of the six foot deep pit, then places it on the grassy earth still unturned beside him. With some difficulty only brought on by age, he pulls himself out, and sits down on the grass. With one muddied arm, he wipes the sweat off his brow and flashes a satisfied grin. "Well Mr. Smith, you'll sleep well in your grave tomorrow." he rasps, voice evidencing some damage. The wind blows his hair from his face, carrying dry brown leaves off the branches of the nearby trees. The sound of footsteps soon catches his attention. No ghost would make such a sound... but another person would. He comes to a stand, grits his teeth and unholsters his pistol, aiming toward the sound. "Who's over there? Speak up before I need to dig a second hole!" he demands, straining to see in the dark.

(ooc: Yes I'll be using humandeer Darkweaver for this one. XD)

“Incoming message”, a female voice booms across a tinted glass-walled laboratory, lain out like a modern day office and sectioned off with Plexiglas cubicles containing separate experiments. A holographic screen spreads across the far back wall, displaying the insignia of the Irken Elite. The insignia fades, and is swiftly replaced by the image of the Irken Tallests. A lanky, feminine figure strides down the center hallway, and stops only a few yards away from the screen. Her dark golden eyes narrow slightly. “My Tallests? It’s been a while. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” she immediately questions. “Always so serious…” Purple mutters before speaking up. “By now you must have heard about our Blood Sport 2 challenge? There will be particular threats to the empire participating in the challenge, so we’ll need you to join and ‘take care of them’, just to ensure there won’t be any dangerous winners.” She sighs, crossing her arms in front of herself, head tilting to one side. “Seems like such threats would just eliminate each other… But if you insist, Sirs... How much should I expect in payment?” She inquires. “We’ll pay double your usual fee, provided you… what’s the word I’m looking for?” Red trails off, glancing at Purple. “Survive?” Purple questions. “Yes… Survive” Red finishes.

Monday, wednesday, friday, or saturday. I work those nights.
Just so yua guys know!

Dunno, it's been too long since I've been in an RP and I want to get back into it...
If someone could come up with a plot, that'd be epic. ^^
And feel free to request which deer/human you want me to use. I'm easy. 83
And I might actually like to try using one of my less used characters since they have personalities that need to be developed. X'D
Or ah, choose whoever you want. XD Known or not.
My Deer (can be 'human'/'alien' or deer) - (because not all were origionally designed as humans or deer. XD In fact, some were once dragons because I'm a dork.)
I'll put a * by those who need work on their personalities and thus use might be rockey.


name, gender, generalisation, location (if human), occupation (if human)
Zergarikiaka - female - pure hyperactive randomness - City - ???
Mar Sart - male - a shy genious - City - College student/lab intern
Nekura-Raikou - male - tough guy/secretly hopeless romantic - Anywhere - Adventurer?
Tiralarc* - male - a soldier - Field of combat type - soldier (d'oi)
Driftwood* - male - a cowboy - Old west - cowboy (d'oi)
Darkweaver - male - old grump who is too stubborn to die - A graveyard - Grave tender
(Alternately, I could use Aves, or Daiki)
Laghodessa - female - a ghost - A graveyard - haunting?
Nightgale* - female - deaf-mute - City - Deaf and dumb teacher?

"Where your heart's been shattered, I wish to repair it."
"Where your world has fallen apart, perhaps I can mend it."

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I need help deciding on a new pelt for my Nekura-Raikou.
Problem is, his current set looks WAY too much like Zerg's. (the both having orca pelt and magpie feathers. And I should probably take away the skull mask since I have two others who have that.)
So, for my one-eyed hopeless romantic storm chaser, does anyone have a better set idea?
plz? *offers cookies*

I really won't be able to play him until I find him a set that isn't almost a match to another one of my deer. ^^;

Where on many pages, it's difficult to get a page to load to show the comments on it... and in some cases completely impossable? Even after posting a reply, I can't see anyone's comments, including my own. This seems to happen on a lot of pages for me lately, and I'm wondering if this is a community site glitch or just my internet.

I'm trying to add all the stories and writings that feature my Darkweaver to his bio page, but to do that I need to know what writings those include. |'D *fail*
Anyway, if possable could anyone who's involved him in writing provide a link? I do know I must have overlooked quite a bit...
Thanks in advance guys. <3