Yosef_Vanya

Skjebene smiled at Ceus. "Now you're talking. What I am proposing is not to directly attack HIS forces but rather the books forces."

"He is not our foe, but the book is. He is simply the corrupted." Ghost Widow added.

"Indeed. We could go back in time and kill him before he is a threat but the book is multidimensional and will surely have a plan in place for us to not succeed." Skjebene pulled up his laptop again and brought up a graph.

"You see, I've been studying it for a great deal. There's alot more to it than you mention. To destroy it, you need to destroy three things."

Several voices claimed that it was not hard to destroy three things before Skjebene interupted.

"At the same time..."

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There wasn't a police "station" around for a while, but there were however, small police posts every other block in hidden locations and some not so hidden locations.

((That's cool.))

"There's several ways we could start the offensive on Alharzed's front. We could start from within or we could start from the outsides and push our way to his front yard -- literally." Black Scorpion began he paced around. "I will lead any offense that we plan and it will be successful."

"We could start by slowly taking out outer bases and creating somewhat of a ripple effect. If we can destroy his source of income, we can slowly destroy his empire due to civil unrest." Skjebene brought up a laptop. "We also could attack at several points. I would say that we do what I suggested."

"That makes sense, Doctor. What do all of you think?"

Yosef and Kamarov didn't mind and kept silent.

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"Lady, that's just air."

"Oh."

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Lofty ran into what appeared to be several men dressed in black carrying out a struggling sack that had a nasty blood stain. They didn't pay him any mind until they dropped the sack on the cold hard asphalt.

"Little help?"

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we're gonna miss you 3 so much . take care Sandri, Kara, and Kat, and good luck in whatever you decide to do next

*cries*

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Or he needed diaper money / wedding money. :P

He needed money.

Or he just wanted to "start over" again. Like he always does every year. :P

Loudspeakers boomed and all the heroes and villains were told to enter to the meeting room and to gather around the Menders gathered.

Yosef and Kamarov walked next to eachother, exchanging pushes and shoves that appeared to be accidents.

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Within minutes, the fire department had arrived at the store. Which seemed much longer to both Lofty and the woman as the sirens could be heard coming at them for a good minute.

Several men went inside and found...

"I don't smell anything." She then turned around and saw the crack. "Ohshi--" She hit the panic alarm and rushed him out of the building.

"Careful, watch your step, don't trip and don't drop that book." She was not too able to walk fast, but she could still walk at a good pace. She rushed out of the shop, pushing Lofty out with her.

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"It's almost time for the briefing." Kamarov said to himself. He wouldn't work with Yosef anymore -- he didn't work with cowards who said they weren't supers. He didn't say anything and he wouldn't care about it. If they were paired up, he would eliminate the targets himself after killing his real target.

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"Then there's another option, follow me and you will not be harmed."

"H-how did you get in here?"

"Window."

There was silence followed by a crash and rushing footsteps.

"Oh [censored]."

The shadowy figure smiled and held out a gun. "Take it, and with it you will be unstoppable."

"Are you MAD?"

"No. I'm quite sane. The question is: are you?" It began to laugh at the terror in the man's eyes. Humans, they were so easy to trick but yet so fun to trick. "Act now or you will die."

There was a click and then a very cold metal-like barrel placed at the base of his neck. "Turn around and you're a dead man."

"What did I do wrong?"

"Not my place to say." With his free hand, the officer brought his baton up with enough force to knock several teeth out and made direct contact with the side of the man's head, causing him to bleed on his freshly installed carpet.

He fell to the ground where he was met with several kicks to the side and a few more baton blows to various limbs -- specifically his legs in order to break them.

While the officer was distracted, the shadowy man had managed to recede back into the shadows. Another life... ruined....

"Crossward puzzles..." She looked around. "Check the end of the isles. There's maps and other stuff there, should be some there."

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"There's not many of the supers left at all since Alharzed came to power." The peacebringer sighed. "This is all we have. There might be a few more coming, but this is all we have at this time."

"What can I do ya for?" There was a large woman behind the counter who sat in a chair with her legs crossed.

The store that he had walked into was a simple mom and pops type general goods store. They carried everything from food, small useless toys, decorations, posters and sold cans of propane which were kept in a locked cage behind the counter.

"Nice to meet you -- you still look familiar." Yosef shook his hand. "Yosef Vanya."

"Appears we have company." The peacebringer floated at the villains. "Hello. I'm glad you decided to show. There will be a short time to talk with your teammates before the briefing beings."

Yosef and Kamarov locked eyes for a few seconds and turned their heads. [Censored] he's here.

The two of them greeted everyone else and ignored eachother for the time being.

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When Lofty had vanished, the two men swung their weapons blindly in an attempt to hit him but instead they simply beat eachother up. The older man was stabbed and he let a cry of pain out that could be heard from the other end of the alley.

On the other side of the alley the streets were dead silent. No cars, no people, no nothing. Instead, he was met with the glass fronts of numerous small shops and office buildings who still had cleaning people inside somewhere from the lights that were clearly on.

Security cameras clicked a few times checking every street front for break ins and domestic violence. If Lofty wasn't careful, he could be caught on camera -- and his mist wouldn't blind infared cameras.

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I'll be seeing you soon on less pleasant terms.

The phrase rung through his mind. He didn't want his family to be hurt. He loved his wife and his daughter. It finally hit him -- it wasn't them that would be hurt. It was him that would be hurt.

There was a knock on the door. "Open up."

He had several options... he could answer the door and he would probably be met with a baton to the legs and head and then a bag over his head to blind him. Then he would be taken off to the work camps to pay off his debts and probably worked to death.

... he could pretend to be asleep, but then the door would just be kicked in and he would be beaten in a similar fashion as mentioned above.

... he could grab a gun and try to fight them off, but then his family would be deported and he would be executed publicly for treason and promoting violence towards police.

... he could commit suicide...

Noble appeared next to Yosef and Seraphimel. He would be slightly dizzy and soon would be back to normal.

"Hey there. Have we met before?" Yosef poked at him.

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Recluse nodded at Jake and his apparent charge. "Now that there are a considerable number of you here. It is time that we talk."

"We will embrace the heroes in their attempts to destroy Alharzed." Mako began. "When I tell you embrace, I do mean that we will work along side them in an effort to gain a sense of friendship with them. In essence, there is no real relationship here besides a working one and even that one isn't real."

"We will work with them and we will fight for them, and we will conquer any that stand in our way and what is rightfully mi--ours." Recluse added. "You all will be given a potsition of power over the lands under your seclected Patron and if you do not have a particular favorite, you will go with myself."

The Dervish smiled. "Let there be a new leader in this war against Alharzed. And let his name be Recluse!"

"To the portals!" Black Scorpion being the defacto tank of the group stepped though the portal first and vanished in a flash of light.

Soon after, one by one, every villain and hero that was gathered would be gathered in Ouroboros for final briefing. They were given ample time to socialize with their 'partners', the heroes.

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He spotted the main street, and exited the alley to find...

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... two muggers stood at oppisite sides of the alley and were waiting for someone or something to attack. They had recently lost their jobs and couldn't afford the upcoming housing payment, they needed money and they needed it fast.

One swung a bat out attempting to hit the would be mugged in the chest while the other circled around and pulled a knife out. The one with the knife appeared to be much younger than the one with the bat -- perhaps his son or cousin?

The younger one spoke, "give us all your money or I swear I'll cut you up!"

"I'll go as is." Yosef stood and walked into the portal and vanished with a similar flash of golden light.

When Seraphimel and Yosef emerged, they were greeted by several Menders.

"You'll take orders from us here and orders from Mender Michael on your planet. Got it?" This Mender appeared to be a Peacebringer. "It is important that when you combat Abdul's undead that you always kill them near a portal to this place. Why this must be done, it will become apparent soon."

He floated above them but was in plain view.

"Two so far."

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Grandville

"The book does have great power but only to those that believe in it's power. It has so much power simply because it is the original copy and that Alharzed somehow believes that that version makes it so much more powerful." Recluse began.

"Fate is a powerful weapon. Faith is an even more powerful weapon. This is a mixture of the two." Widow explained. "That is why we must ally ourselves with the time menders -- but not as they see it..."

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"So... vhen ve gettink started vit all dis, then?" Jager Horowitz demanded.

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Recluse laughed slightly. "We will begin the operation as soon as we have the manpower and the correct means to attack with."

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"Ve knows dot dere's de big bad guy mit his magic book und all his toy scholdiers; pfft. So vhat? I iz Jagerkin." he declared, rapping himself on the head.

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"Erm... that's nice?" Ghost Widow replied. "The Necronomicon isn't anything to take lightly. He clearly knows how to tap it's power and how to use it to his will."

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"Thinky-type schtoff dun do a whole lot to me, and de scholdiers..." the toothy grin widened. "So... vhich uff hyu schmot guys haz de plan for gettink us in to haff some fun?"

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"He's answered that." Black Scorpion had several technicians patching up his suit, "I will spear-head the operation when the time is ready."

Behind Recluse an Ouroboros portal spawned. He didn't mention why it was spawned as he was waiting for the right moment.

"What's with the portal?" A voice asked from the shadows before dropping his cloak.

The voice was that of Nikolai Kamarov. He was what you could call a stalker. He hid and waited until the time was right to strike. Quick and precise movements were what he did and he did them well.

He was around two meters tall, he had a slim build, always wore gold reflective sunglasses, a trenchcoat, baggy pants, and his hair neatly cut and hidden under a skully.

"You'll see." Recluse smiled.

"Very well." Kamarov turned to face the green-skinned brute. "Your name is?"

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"The Menders have contacted me in regards to fixing this whole mess. We will work with them in co-operation with Recluse, who has agreed to the Menders' terms. They will be a great help in this fight." Michael paced back and forth in front of his charges. "Does anyone have any objections to this? If not, please go though the Ouroboros Portal located behind me."

Behind him, the lights turned on on cue and lit up an Ouroboros portal.

"While we are there, there may be some tension between our group and theirs. I urge you to simply work past your urges to beat their faces in until -after- the operation is over."

"Questions?"

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Hours before

"Alharzed will control this world and you know it." Fists were pounded into the table. "We could go to the Menders."

"No." Recluse retorted. "Not after last time."

"There is no other way. You and I both know that if this situation was left unattended there will be nothing interesting in the world anymore." Michael hated to say those words, but they were true. "Often after a world ruler becomes apparent, the world becomes dull and boring. This simply can't happen -- we'd be out of a purpose."

"You do have a point. It does go against all my demoral values, but I do see where you are coming from."

"So then you'll do it?"

"No."

"Explain."

"How do I know you are not a bigger threat to this world then Alharzed is?"

"How do I know you aren't? I don't know. You just need to trust me. I'm what you could call a Mender."

"All that group wants is control."

"We have all the means to control it ourselves. . . we're just bored."

"I too am bored."

"Do you see where I am coming from?"

"I do. I will consider it. Do as you will, just don't think that we're coming until we're actually there." The screen went black...

Meanwhile, heroes from all over were being requested in numerous ways to come to a location where they would all be transported to a building outside of Abdul's control. It wasn't revealed why, but from the messages sent, it was clearly the Resistance. If they didn't accept, they were kidnapped and sent to this area, others by sheer fate, stumbled upon the building and it's contents told to them in a dream.

Much like Abdul, the Resistance's leader had only a codename as a name. He was simply known as Michael. He, unlike Abdul, met his charges face to face. He didn't have much to offer other than equipment and the promise of taking a dictator down.

Michael stood at the front of an old worn down double wide and double tall cargo container inside an old warehouse surrounded by Longbow on the inside of the building. Inside the container, there were seats with several heroes sitting and some standing. One by one, they were led and told to sit down anywhere they would like.

((Heroes obviously start here.))

Yosef Vanya, born in Germany several years before the rise of Abdul's empire. He lived though it all by sticking tightly to his friends, all of whom were around his age. They worked as a fluent team and could do anything ranging from clearing large areas of Council and Freakshow from alternate dimensions for Portal Corp to taking villains down.

Sadly, most of his team was taken by the Secret Police for experimentation. By some miracle, he was not taken -- he was the normal one of the bunch. He didn't really have anything that would distinguish him as a hero other than the fact that his base body temperature was around 110 degrees.

He was here for revenge and he would die trying to get it.

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Recluse sent a similar message out with similar instructions but he offered something more -- money and power -- to those that helped him. Recluse hated sharing power, but he would have to wrestle the control of this world away from Abdul before he could have any real power at all.

This was his act of desperation.

Instead of meeting in a worn down building, Recluse simply held the meetings in The Fab. This section of Grandville was created to create Recluse's super weapon, but it was rarely even worked on anymore, so now it was a bunker.

He stood flanked by his Patrons and looked at the villains.

((Obvious here as well.))

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Then there were the types that didn't really belong to either side. They wouldn't kill a man in cold blood but they wouldn't go out of their way to save a life either. They, for lack of a better term could be could be called Anti-Heroes.

Both Recluse and Michael sent messages out to grab these so-called Anti-Heroes. It was up to them to choose.

((Let it being -- again! Bonus points if you get why he is named Michael and can explain it.))

"Very well, then. I'll be seeing you on less pleasant circumstances in a short while." Thule hung up and began his slow walk down the halls and though security checks. How boring and dull they were. This world was far too well policed and controlled -- but it was something dreamt of created into a physical being. This made him quite happy.

Thule walked into the elevator, pushed the button for the ground floor, and waited the thirty seconds for the security cameras to take a detailed picture of the contents of the elevator. The elevator ascended from the security bunker to the City Hall where Thule would step outside of the elevator, walk through the many security checks, walk down the hallway, and finally out into the busy streets of Delhi, New India and around the magnificent city that was carefully constructed in a rather odd but familiar pattern.

New India was Abdul Alharzed's perfect world, streets were practically paved in gold, and the buildings were in top notch conditions, only the mega rich could even dream about affording a house in the prime neighborhoods. Crimes like stealing bread, and water to feed your family were a thing of the past in all of Abdul Alharzed's empire, of course people still did it, but the last time anyone saw them was in the arms of The Secret Police being carried off into the police headquarters for 're-education'. These police were everywhere, two in front of every store, a dozen in front of City Halls, and countless pairs patrolling roads, and plazas.

You didn't just apply to be a member of the police. You were created. That was all that was ever said about where they came from. No press releases, only rumors and things that would make your heart skip a beat were spoken publicly. Cloning facilities creating thousand of perfect men and women to do the job of policing such a large and technologically advanced empire? Who knows. All that was known is that most people would never know anyone who was in the police.

In the center of New India stands a massive tall black reflective pyramid with four obelisks made of black obsidian surrounding it. This imposing structure was Abdul Alharzed's palace, around the parameter of this property stood a twelve foot tall fence constructed out of electrified razor-wire, with armed guards and guard towers every 250 feet. The inside of this monster is surprisingly easy to navigate, the rooms are a mixture of high tech to Egyptian style. The contents of Abdul's personal room are unknown to almost everyone but himself, and several other high ranking officials.

"What do you mean he refuses negotiations?" Text always did a poor job of expressing the sheer anger in Abdul's voice. Most did, but there was nothing else that he would show himself though anymore. It was often wondered if he was really a true person but it was insisted that he was constantly. Maybe he wasn't? Maybe he was really just a group of people trying to control the world. It seemed more likely.

"I belive so." He typed back. The message was sent to another person in an encrypted manner and was then sent to another person who then sent it to another and the chain went on for a while until it finally met it's destination. Paranoid much? He wasn't paranoid, he was well aware of the things that could be done if his methods of transporting his speeches and other public messages became as easily available as porn on the Internet.

Another message arrived a few minutes later.

"I hope he has read up on his survival skills. You know what must be done."

((Yes, this is a new version of The Necronomicon.))

((Standard RP rules and curteseys apply.))

Abdul Alharzed was always a misunderstood, and often cast aside youth. When he was a teenager, he found a copy of the Necromonicon in his father’s basement, he immediately began to read from this old book and became strangely attracted to the books contents. Although the book was written in a mix of Arabic, Greek, and Latin he understood a vast majority of the book right from the start, this is where he developed his love for ancient texts. Years pasts, Abdul went to college majoring in ancient language study and historical text. By the time he had graduated (he was top in his class) he had become fluent in Latin and Arabic, which led him to unlock secrets of The Necromonicon by reading its texts.

Abdul's life soon became obsessed on finding THE original Necromonicon, and destroying every copy that wasn't the true thing. No one knew why he became obsessed, most common explanation is the book drove him insane. Years past, he still hadn't found THE original Necromonicon but was getting close, he could feel it. He finally arrived in the last place he was planning on looking for The Necromonicon, Delhi, India. He had forced his way past the monks guarding the vault of sacred objects, and demanded that the vault be opened. The confused monks opened the vault (they were under the influence of The Necromonicon), and Abdul slowly removed object after object looking for The Necromonicon.

At last, his years of dedication had yielded the prize he had wanted in his hands since he was a teenager, the original Necromonicon. He spent a good majority of the next several years reading and memorizing the contents of The Necromonicon. During this time, he inherited unearthly amounts of money from aunts, uncles, and other relatives who had passed away that he didn't knew existed. His fortune didn't stop there, he found many precious stones in his backyard, and one of these was The Blood Ruby. He was corrupted by The Necromonicon’s power and magic, there was no turning back for him. He was given unnaturally long life, and was never sick another day in his life after he had memorized the original Necromonicon.

With his wealth, he bought small war torn counties in Africa, and united them, trained them, and even against impossible odds invaded India, only to have the Indian Prime Minister hand complete power over to Abdul Alharzed. With this new found power, he became a powerful dictator with an iron grip over his county. He worked miracles for his county, wealth pouring in, population skyrocketing, housing for everyone, enough food for everyone and the some, and massive oil deposits off-shore. He built lavish palaces for himself, on the surface he seemed like a very nice dictator, but under it all, it was an act to win two billion peoples hearts and devotion.

Abdul had built his 'perfect' world in India, but it was only /his/ perfect world, but that didn't matter to him, he had billions under his control, he could care less about every single one of them. The palaces he ordered constructed were some of the largest buildings in the entire world, furnished with priceless artifacts, books, rugs, and practically anything you can imagine. Armed guards patrolled the hallways of the palaces (which looked more like museums in some places), thousands of cameras watched every centimeter of the palace. To further his dominance, he placed a world-wide ban on supers, military training, military class weapons, items that could be used in construction of said weapons. All weapons were to be seized on sight, and all supers and those with military training were to be taken with lethal force.

Eventually, people started to see the true man that Abdul Alharzed really was, but they ignored it as the power of The Necromonicon was blinding them. More and more people who openly talked about attempting to overthrow the dictatorship that ruled the county started to disappear for a few days only to come back . . .different. They had lost their free will that Abdul had "given them as a benefit for following him". These people were worked to death in the mines and the oil wells. People started to realize and lose faith in their leader, and then almost as everyone lost faith, something happened.

Abdul Alharzed used The Necromonicon to raise the worlds dead (in certain areas) to invoke fear upon his foes. Many turned to him (and the ones that had turned away from him turned back), and now live under his strict dictatorship, towns are captured by the Undead and are seldom killed, they are usually worked to death in production, mining, and other industrial jobs and then an hour later rise from the dead and work again for all eternity. Abdul's will is almost indomitable, he has a natural will to dominate thus making him a near perfect dictator. Abdul Alharzed is a codename, not his real name. He chooses not to use his real name for reasons unknown, he travels with his personal body guard, Rommel Herrman, also known as Kommandant Thule.

Global: @Yosef Vanya, @Agon Vlast
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Location: Erie, PA
Height: 6'3
SG Affiliations: Kill Switch, -Kill Switch-
Most Recognizable Server Toon: Abram Yakovushka (PvE), Yosef Vanya (PvP)

Kill Switch

Kill Switch is looking for a few more active, committed, and decent players to join our ranks. We have some of the best players on the server in the group and we are looking for some more. The group is hero and villain.

Features:
[*] Fully raidable PvP base! Coming Soon™[*] Ventrillo server, people are almost always on it.[*] Fun community.[*] Dedicated arena team.[*] Pentad team (No spots are open at the moment.)[*] Global Channel.[*] Regular taskforces.[*] Several fast, efficient PLers (who aren't Chinese on both sides)[*] Zone PvP (and Zone Raids/Rolls[*] Website[*] Strong core group (that isn't a clique -- yet.)[*] Training is avalible for those who wish to learn more about PvP.[*] Bo.

Things to know:
[*] We don't expect you to be ubergood at PvP right away, but, we will help you become ubergood.[*] We will take zone PvPers as long as you keep behavior level in check.[*] Your reputation goes with ours.[*] To apply, go to the GP site, click the "Join Kill Switch" button, then go to the Applications section, fill out the application and we'll get back to you shortly.[*] We like to have fun, so should you.

Thanks for your time and such. We hope you consider us.

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I'll have to re-read this after a few drinks to see if it gets funnier.

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Everything is funnier to Kara when she's durnk. Typo is intentional.

It indeed was a good read. Very interesting.

Whatever color fits my personality best. I was red (German and angry) and purple on Integrity's, and italicized (which for us meant bitchy).

Where's my color code? >

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"Bunch of time travellers in even sillier outfits than usual... speaking of which, how're you doing, Hodgepodge?"

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"I'm doing quite well. Warshade, am I right?" Without pausing to hear an answer he trailed on, "I've seen the death of your--" He was interupted by 'That Guy'.

He actually seemed interested in what this old thing had to say. He gathered as much that he was part of either a new race or part of an old, long forgotten, dying race that was trying it's best to stop something or start something. He had to speak up.

"So. My guess is that you're part of an anchient race trying to make themselves known again. Right?"

"What happened with Caesar Augustus was simply part of the timeline."

The man who had spoken out was oddly dressed, he had elements of Roman, Greek, Medieval, Modern, and Futuristic in his 'suit' that he wore. Normally, this would look quite odd, but, after countless decades of switching things in and out, he had found something that looked well and provided much coverage (95 percent to be exact.) Twin red, glowing eyes that shined like highly polished rubies glared at 'That Guy', examining him, looking him over, studying him, whatever you wanted to call it.

"So, why are we here, exactly?"

No signs of anything that you could call flesh poked though the armor. You couldn't see his face. You couldn't see his arms. You couldn't see his fingers. You couldn't see anything. You however, could see one hand casually sliding down towards his right thigh.

((Think this but with different styles thrown in and no visible flesh. I have no screenshot ingame as I have not reached level 35 with him. Yet, but I will have one soon.))

((I'll be entering this one. I'll make a post tommrow about my character and such.))

Wait, sorry, add me to the roster again please.