TerminusEst13

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If you couldn't guess, Solid Shot and Toy Dispenser are effectively copies of me if I could be what they are. Complete with personality and the way they make fun of everything. I really like the way they make fun of everything comic booky while being super beings themselves.

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I MUST RP with Solid.

...Sometime.

...Somehow. ;_;

Me.

"You can get washed in a bit." Virelai said to Devin, grabbing his arm and yanking him along none-too-gently. Devin squealed as he almost dropped his doll, stumbling along the carpet as Virelai marched along with him to the trunk, forcefully lifting him up (his bodily visibly flailing) and dunking him inside. "Right now, though, I'm keeping an eye on you!"
A few minutes of fidgeting, and Devin quickly stood up with a white labcoat on top of his camoflague shirt and jacket, with a surgeon's mask wrapped around his mouth. "Haa...hahahaa..haa...I'm a...haaa...doctor!" He muttered, holding a plastic cleaver (from a chef costume) in one hand, and clinging to his doll in the other. His lazy eyes trailed from the pirates to the revolutionary to the gambler to the priestess. He frowned as he stood up, taking a step out of the truck, lifting up the cleaver to bite at the edge of it.
Look...look at this number. So many CUT CUT CUT subjects that live here. Each of them with their own personalities, dreams, ideals, hopes, and wishes. Are CUT CUT CUT any of them infected with any form CUT CUT CUT of disease? I need to KILL THEM ALL make sure that BLEEEEEEEEEEEEED all of them remain DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD safe...I can't let any of them GYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH become sick. I'll have to THROTTLE THEM STRANGLE THEM CHOKE THEM ask miss Essex to show me the medicine KILL YOU AND YOUR DREAMS TONIGHT sometime...if any of them became ill, I'd need to know how to BLEED YOUR DEATH UPON ME cure them--otherwise, I wouldn't be a MURDERER MURDERER MURDERER doctor, would it?
It's...my duty.
To keep people BLEEDING BLEEDING BLEEDING safe.
Devin smiled his usual absent-minded, lazy smile, digging his fingernail across his cheek once more, a small trickle of blood dripping along his jaw and starting to stain his coat.
He would have to ask miss Essex if there was anything he could do to help with first-aid, given the opportunity.

Virelai's mind was a lot less occupied as she leapt out of the trunk, wearing a police officer outfit, her hat hung by a string around her neck. She held out her toy revolver and pointed it at the Yakuza man, shouting out loud "FREEZE! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!". Her eyes narrowed as she peered down the sights of her toy gun, pulling the hammer back, a plastic-born **** sounding down the room.

The updated version, changing a few things I didn't like. It's still pretty much the same, though, for the most part. Just a different white noise sound and it's longer, and a pause between it and the second part.

I still want feedback, though. It's my first attempt at trying something like this.

I just find it amusing that, by default, women have DD jugs, gigantic hips, and a corset waist.

The Secret, Ancient, Undisclosed-Until-Now OOC Origins of Sir Morgant:

Sigh. I'm really, REALLY tired of constantly making chars and deleting them. I can't find one that sticks with me...there's always something wrong with them. (Note: I had CoH for one year, and I was depressed since I hadn't a main character. All the chars I had so far annoyed me to no end for some reason, and ended up in the delete bin)
Come on, Nick. Think. Think. Think. There's gotta be some way you can make a character you really like.

Well. Let's see. Lemme run through the things I DO like.

I like guns. LOVE guns, actually. Love them with a passion. Shooters are my favorite for a reason. Nothing quite finer than hearing a buddabuddabudda.
I like martial arts combat. Whack, krakow, fisted, pow pow pow. Kung-fu action at it's extreme. I'm particularly fond of the fist-using arts. Punching for the win.
I like medieval stuff. Knights, paladins, honorable heroes, valor, stuff where a generic hero punches the bad guy to cheesy music while everyone cheers in the background.

Okay. Those are things I like. If I manage to mix them all together SOMEHOW, I might find a character I can keep.
Now, how to combine them...

Devin gave off the final gulp of his sandwich, picking up his doll from between his legs and holding it close to his chest. Finally breaking eyes with the Spec-Ops, he raised his hand and looked over at Essex. "...Excuse me, miss Essex...I'm still feeling very, very dirty. May I please clean myself off?"
Virelai just looked at him strangely and shook her head, hopping off the chair and starting to head off to the living room, suckling her thumb as intently as ever.

Now here's a song I want you all to listen to. It's a little customized--some editing here, a little splicing there, a bit of mishmashing a few things together, and you get this little jumble of joy.
I'm curious as to what you all think of it, and how to improve it, and whether or not it fits him.

Never Forgive Me, Never Forget Me - Devin Connor O'Reilly

((Happy birthday, Halo.

Devin: [hugs you all] ^_^ ))

Virelai sniffled once again as she slid into the chair next to Stella, shaking her head. "I...appreciate the offer, but he's already apologized. If he does so again, though...sure, you can go right ahead." She looked over her shoulder at Devin. He was munching into the sandwich wildly, taking gigantic bites, chewing only a few times, then swallowing quite speedily--he was eating at a record pace, choking a few times, but quickly swallowing back. He was matching the Spec Ops gaze with his own eyes, steadily glaring over, never getting rid of the optic lock. Virelai frowned. "...I don't like him, though. There's...something about him."

No cutting. No biting. No cutting. No biting. Two rules. Two methods of self-defense ruled away. He contemplated this over in his mind as he spat out the toothpaste, rinsing his mouth clean. No cutting. No biting. No cutting. No biting. Two. Two of them. No cutting. No biting. No cutting. No biting.
But he liked them.

Cut cut cut cut cut bite cut bleed cut cut cut cut cut cut blood gore kill murder no innocents not can't let it get me won't hurt my friends rather die but I don't want to die I don't want to die I want to take life no I can't I won't why because because because because it's not not right because blood blood gore pain death cut cut cut cut cut cut cut SO MUCH FUN cut cut cut cut cut

He wouldn't have need for them, though.
He would not be attacked here. That was...good. He felt...relieved. Maybe he wouldn't need to defend himself. He would need to keep his sister safe from harm, though--he saw the way other people looked at him and her.
He would bite and cut. Just for her. To keep her safe.

because I want to live kill don't want no live without a me in me I don't want to murder out get out you have no right this is me I can't let me not be me I can't fight it by I can't follow so I just stay here and not move and not break laws and blood red and I do can't can't die die DIE DIE DIE CUT CUT CUT CUT CUT CUT CUT

Apologize? Apologize to...Virelai?
Devin tilted his head to the side, his eyes glazed over lazily, a lopsided smile appearing on his face as he looked over at Virelai, still leaning against the wall, cringing at the sight of him.
She seemed familiar. And yet he knew he had never set eyes on her before. How could he have bitten her if he didn't know she existed before now?
He had hurt her, Essex said.
A small amount of pride was crushed inside of him.
Pain.
Hurt.
He had hurt her.
How had he hurt her? He had never seen her befo
He had hurt her.
But he never laid a single hand on
He had hurt her.
She seemed perfectly fine, no wou
He had hurt her.
Then how
He had hurt her.
But
He had hurt her.

no yes can't won't won't NO NO NO NO blood never obey no no kill no can't hurt all kill all kill kill thou shalt not KILL KILL KILL all just for the low price of 19.99 all humans all need to die DIE DIE DIE DIE no can't please no don't murder no SLAUGHTER MURDER BLEED SCREAM PANIC DESPAIR DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE no not ever no kill all your base are belong to us no NO comply kill kill kill kill kill kill kill KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL can't no KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL STRIKE NOW!!!

"I'm sorry, Virelai. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you all right?" Devin spoke in an oddly even voice, his face flickering with sympathy.
Virelai hesitated, biting her lower lip, then nodded slowly. "I'm...I'm fine. Thank you...for apologizing. Who...who are you?"
"My name is Devin. Devin Connor O'Reilly. It is a pleasure to meet you." He scooted himself off the counter and onto the ground, grabbing his doll to cling into his arms, cradling it like a baby.
Virelai only smiled in return, planting her thumb back in her mouth to suck on it.
Neither of the two did anything more while Essex lead them back to the table.

Physically, at least.

blood

blood

blood

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

cut

cut

cut

cut

...

Virelai was sitting down in the bathroom, still holding the washcloth to her bruise, having waited for Essex to return. She eyed Devin warily, scooting backward on the floor against the wall, trying to put as much distance between her and him as possible. She then sniffled again at the pain, lifting up an arm and wiping away her eyes.

Devin looked up at Essex, putting the doll on top of the counter, though still close to him so he could grab it at a moment's notice. "...How? Haaa...hahaha...haaahhaha...that's really...easy to tell. My daddy was mad at me. So he pushed me...and then continued to push me. Pushed me into mud, pushed me...into thorn plants, pushed me into machines...pushed me...down stairs...haaa...hahaha... Then he started pushing...other people. Haaahaha...hah...others. One person...didn't get back up, after daddy pushed him onto a street, in front of a vehicle. I got sick...of his pushing. He needed to stop hurting people. I wasn't...enough for his pushing, so he wanted to move onto pushing other people. I...couldn't let him. So I...cut him. Hahaha...haaahaha...I cut him...deep...in the chest. Then he hit me. And I hit him back...then he kept on hitting me. Then I fell asleep...and I woke up with a file, Daddy sleeping as well, and papers tied around my neck, telling me what to do. To find you."
He took the toothbrush with a smile, his eyes glazed lazily, and wet it, putting some toothpaste onto it and starting to brush his teeth happily, humming 'Ring around the Rosie' as he stared into the mirror, watching himself clean his teeth. He paused momentarily, tilting his head to the side to look at Virelai, arching an eyebrow at her fearful gaze at him.
"...Haha...haaa...what's...haah...wrong with her? Is she...sick?"

Devin frowned at her instructions. No biting? Then how was he supposed to defend himself, or his sister? He momentarily paused to think--he still had his shotgun. And he still had his hands and his feet. If all else failed...he could rend their skin from their body quite easily, if they dared to attack him. His hand lifted up to his cheek, his fingernail digging into his flesh through the caked mud and the bruises to check and see if it was still sharp. The stab of pain and the dripping of fresh blood across his chin ensured that it was.
Good. His grip on the doll loosened, though his fingers were still locked tightly around her waist.
He smiled, nodding. "Yes, Miss...Essex. I understand..." At her offer of sandwiches, he grinned widely, his teeth still stained with Virelai's blood, and perhaps someone else's. "...Haaa...hahaha...haa...do you have...haaa...any meat in them? I'm...very, very fond of...meat...haaahaha..."

Devin clinged to his doll, snarling at the two as they glared over at him, lifting up his toy double-barreled-shotgun to point at their faces. He swerved his aim in between the two of them, and took a few steps back. He then looked up at Essex.
His eyes were...blank, apathetic, and tired. As if they didn't want to look at things anymore. His entire body, clad in oversized camoflague clothing, looked incredibly worn and beaten and bruised, as well as more than a few cuts in several places. Despite that, he smiled pleasantly at her, lifting up his shotgun to holster it on the back of his camoflague jacket, wiping away the dirt from his muddy face. His voice was quiet and uneven, with a tendency to place accents, inflections, and pauses in odd areas...as if he wasn't quite comfortable with human language. "My name...is Devin, miss...Devin O'Reilly. Are you...the head of this facility? I am under...orders to give you numerous important papers, haaa...hahahahaa...yes." With that, he reached for his doll, up under her skirt, pulling out a file and handing it up to Essex.
"...Haaah...hahaha...haaaahah...yes. Here...here you go."
The file was labelled "Crap you need to know to keep this reject".

Devin smiled awkwardly, snapping his bleeding arm up in a salute, holding his doll by it's arm. "...What are my orders now...Miss...?"

((Figured I might as well introduce a new char. It's gonna be so much fun to play him))

Dark.
There are many who theorize that darkness doesn't exist--they say that darkness is not an element by itself, but it's merely an absence of light. Take away light, and you get not darkness, but nothing.
It certainly felt that way in this room, with how dark it is.
Devin O'Reilly, combat medic, code 40-68W strolled through this abandoned corridor, his double-barreled shotgun at the ready. His worn green eyes set into a pale face, with a scar over his right eye and stubble aligning his face, unruly red hair parted at the right. In his left hand, he clutched his double-barreled shotgun, pointing it every whichway, cautious for whatever monsters could be lurking in the darkness. In his right hand held a woman, only a little younger than he, but also with the same blazing-red hair. She was scarred severely and looked weak--she looked crippled, actually, with the way Devin was pulling her along, her legs stumbling as she tried to keep up with him. Tucked in her dress were a few files, each of which packed with papers, reports, and logs.
He was on a mission. He had important papers he needed to deliver to the head of this facility, but...it seemed to be abandoned. And, even worse, infested with foul, vile creatures. Creatures that could jump out and attack anytime.
"Don't worry, sis. You can make it. Just hang onto those a bit longer." Devin muttered.
Veronica, his sister, sniffled. "I'm...I'm scared, bro. What...what if something happens?"
Devin gritted his teeth, whirling around to take aim at another shadow. "Nothing's going to happen, sis. I promise. I'll die before I let anything get you."
The two continued onward slightly, before coming to a corridor.
Devin stared down just how dark it was, then slowly put Veronica down onto the ground, leaning her up against the wall. "Stay here, sis. I won't be long, I promise--I just need to check out something."
Veronica nodded, taking this moment to close her eyes, breathing deeply. "...Be back soon, bro."
Devin nodded, slowly starting to tip-toe his way down the hallway. "I promise."

Devin made decent distance before he heard his sister scream. "VERONICA!" He shouted as he quickly whirled around, making his way back to her. He didn't even stop as he saw what was near her--a demon, a monstrosity, entirely in blue skin and with numerous scars all over it's body, and a revolver in it's left hand. It was standing over Veronica's screaming form, it's claws opening and getting closer and closer to her.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Devin screamed as he lifted up his shotgun, a KRAKOOM! echoing through the room as he fired. The creature dove to the side and rolled, dodging effortlessly as it returned fire, two of it's three shots burying itself into his shoulder. The warrior cried out and clutched his wounds but continued to press on, dashing over to the creature's position, letting loose another shot. This one was dead-on, and the demon retreated a few steps, blood spurting outwards. Devin jumped up into the air, letting off amazing height, thrusting out both of his legs in a dropkick, causing the creature to reel and cry out in pain. Devin landed down and tried to let off another shot, but was quickly kneed in response, sending him flopping against the ground, shotgun out of his grasp.
His mind started to cloud as a desperation took him over, bounding over to the blue-skinned demon, shouldering it right in the gut and tackling it down to the ground, pinning his hands down on it's arms to keep it from moving. The creature squirmed and writhed underneath his grip, but Devin kept on holding it down firm. His eyes flashed as he heard Veronica sobbing in the corner, still scared from her narrow escape.
He didn't have his shotgun.
He could improvise.
With a snarl, he slung his head down to the creature's shoulder, burying his teeth into it's soft flesh with as much strength as he could muster, biting and chewing away at it--he grinned as the creature howled in agony, writhing even further, and added more strength to his jaw. Until, that is, Devin felt a boot from under his stomach, sending him hurtling off and onto the ground. He winced in pain, but smiled as he heard the creature retreat, screaming for backup.



"MISS ESSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!" Virelai ran away, screaming at the top of her lungs, kicking toy darts away left and right, clutching the bite wound on her neck, blood spurting out furiously from it and starting to pool and trail on the ground as she ran down the actually-quite-bright hallway--right smack into the table leg again. She had a big bruise already starting to form on her jaw from his kick, and her nose was a little bloody as well.
A little boy, no older than five, Devin stood where he was, panting furiously, blood dripping from his mouth, a few pieces of Virelai's skin hanging off his lips. He licked his lips slowly, swallowing and savoring the taste, then quickly whirled around to a rag doll next to him, picking it up into his arms and holding her close. "Don't worry, Veronica. You're safe now. I promise...you're safe." He cooed as he stroked her yarn hair, it's eternally-smiling face buried into his neck.

"Sandwiches!" Virelai quickly nodded and took chase after along the Nova, running as fast as her little legs could carry her, blazing into the corner leg of the table once again with a loud WHACK!, toppling onto her back. "Owww..." She muttered, clutching her forehead. She sensed the birth of a running gag, one she did not appreciate being the butt of. It hurt. And it hurt a lot. Anyone who ran right into a table could appreciate why they wouldn't like it. Regardless, she then hopped right back up onto her feet, plopping her butt down onto the ground and scooting her legs underneath it.
She looked over at the Kheldian, waving out for her new friend. "Stalla!" She exclaimed, mispronouncing her name. "This way!"

"...An alien? What planet are you from?"
Virelai continued to sniff. "...And can you eat? That food smells really, really good..." With that, she began to trot off, motioning for Stella to follow her.

Virelai managed to let out a gulp, speaking very quietly, as per her usual shy demeanor. She wasn't used to other people actually apologizing to her. "Uh...uh...it's...it's...all right? Uh...who are you? I'm...Virelai. Virelai Meliah Rage."
She paused momentarily.
She tilted her head up into the air, removing her thumb from her mouth as she sniffed quietly.
"...Mmmmm. Food."

I've played on about...three servers. Freedom, Protector, and Virtue. Freedom, while it has the most population ever, is generally the typical "hey, everyone's here!" server, which leads to plenty of noobs, and (for lack of a better word) asswads. It's also the unofficial PvP server, which is the only reason I still hang there.
Protector is quite possibly the least populated server, and I have seen next to no RPers on it during my time spent there. I know of...very, very few.
Virtue is my home, and yes, I would say it's the traditional RP server. Almost half of the people you look at are roleplayers. However with the good comes the bad, and there are plenty of horrible roleplayers and cyber-seekers as well as brilliant roleplayers and storyarcs everywhere.

In any case, welcome to the game, enjoy your stay.

Virelai nodded at 2.0, shifting from one foot to another, already missing the comforting feel of the thumb in her mouth. "I'll...try. I promise, I'll try. I didn't mean to upset you."

Ssshhhnnnnn...

Her thumb felt...strange. It was as if something was pressing against the tissue that was now wrapped around it, as if something was...regrowing. A quick opening of the tissue, and she saw that the skin had been repaired completely...the cut was gone, and every indication, including the pain, had vanished as well.
She responded by two actions.
First off, she swung it right back smack into her mouth.
Second off, she then spun around and nodded thankfully at Stella, her eyes fixated on the ground. "Thank...thank you..." She muttered, her arm wrapping around her stomach.
Third off, she let out a soft, muffled squeal as the Kheldian exploded in a burst of light, eyes growing as wide as dinner plates in fear as she stared right at the tentacles of the Nova form.

"I am not..." Virelai sniffled, pulling herself up with one hand, then taking the tissue and wrapping it around her thumb. She winced at the sting of blood, wrapping it even tighter around herself as she cradled her arms close to her body.
Madre de Dios... It stung. A LOT.
She looked up at 2.0, fighting off tears. Big girls don't cry. She mentally taunted herself, squeezing her eyes shut to regain composure on herself. "G...gracias..."

Virelai quickly looked up at Essex, nodding enthusiastically, still suckling on her thumb. Her eyes grew wide at her request, a soft smile tugging at the edges of her mouth.
"I'd...love to, thank you."

She happily skipped and trotted along the way back outside, raising up one hand into the air as she went along. The water in the hallway continued to slick and slosh, this time of it's own accord, as it drug off of the floor and followed her, momentarily wetting the ground it trailed across, only to be dried completely as the naiad continued to command it behind her.
As she stepped outside, she stood on the porch, pointing straight ahead, eyes narrowed in concentration as she continued to exert commands over the element, trailing the water off the porch and into the grass.

After that was done, she stumbled slightly and shook her head.
Wow. That was surprisingly exerting... She mentally muttered. Likely because this was the most she had controlled in one day. She tasted a slightly sour, warm taste in her mouth and pulled out her thumb, a red, slick liquid dripping from it.
Blood.
She had been so intent on concentrating, she had bit herself.

"MISS ESSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!" She screamed as she ran back inside, sliding on the floor and colliding with a table leg.

Virelai just couldn't help but stand there, still sucking her thumb, blinking at the water constantly dripping off of everyone's body and saturating Archlich's clothing. It was almost as if the room was suddenly turning into a swamp, due to the amount of soaked kids dripping and sloshing.
"...Something tells me that much water isn't supposed to be on the floor."

Hey, I think I'm familiar with Vanessa Mae. She did the badass remix of Bach's Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor, right?

Forgot to mention one of my villains.

Kakashi no Ikkyou - Kairaishi's theme.
(Haomaru's stage, from Samurai Shodown 4)

Virelai grinned and trotted after Essex, tugging on her pants leg.
Her voice was shy, her thumb still stuck firmly in her mouth. "...I could help with the drying. Transfer all the water outside."

((Damn, it's so easy to play Vir. She doesn't know many people and she's shy and reclusive, so I can just make a few posts every now and then. :3 ))