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the fantasy RP sounds very interesting! shoot me a PM if you're still open to it.

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still looking for new blood? i'm interested if so!

LOL wow so my computer crashed for a few days and im a gagillion pages behind...it seems like a ton has happened; should i just quit this?

Damien smiled as he fully reverted back and grabbed Tri's hand to pull him to his feet. "Walk it off, that was a good fight we just had...you should be happy."

Damien pulls himself up from the rubble and looks around enraged. He couldn't believe he'd actually put him through the floor. He didn't recognize the room they'd fallen into but he did notice Tri's no human form. He rushed over to him and pinned his body to the floor. He raised his fist ready...

The rage felt good. And as Tri slashed at his body the rage fueled him even more. He could feel his strength growing with the rage and Damien reached out and grabbed both of Tri's arms. He smiled through the blood that seeped from the wounds in his face and body as the wounds began to heal up...

"Fine." Damien smiled inwardly. He was about to let loose and it was going to feel good. As he lay on the floor his body began to change, he gets up as he feels the rage sear through his body. The cuts on his face heal as his skin turns green and dense. He muscles grow and bulge out as his...

Pain seared through Damien's head as the claws dug into his face. He wasn't transformed yet so they dug deep into the skin. He could feel his rage growing as he took the chance to grab Tri's wrists and proceed to pull him away and slam him to the floor. Blood began to ooze into his eyes which...

Damien looked over at the newcomer to the ring and smiled slightly. His last encounter with Tri was quite memorable; he may have lost control a bit but he did warn him. "I see the leg has grown back quite well....I hope it still works as well", Damien said as he faced him and prepared to...

sorry but i gotta go sleep...got work early in the am.

Damien ignored Aria and rushed towards Scott with a flurry of jabs and hooks to his face and upper body.

Damien didn't bother blocking or dodging the uppercut and instead used the same instant to send a savage hook into Scott's side. He then got into stance and raised his fists. "You talk too much"

The moment when the Pheonix possessed Evan locked eyes with Damien almost triggered the change in him. So as Scott flew toward Damien with the intent on brutal leg drop it was with an exceptionally muscular green arm that Damien blocked with. The force of which Scott came at him could be felt...

Damien's eyes flashed when he saw what was happening. A brutal sparring match was fine but this was turning into something else. He knew that he and Scott could take it but the others in the tower were not as durable and if Evan lost control this would get ugly quickly. Damien clenched his jaw...

Damien stood next to Brooklyn watching the two fight. He had spent the morning in meditation the way his mother had taught him as a way of controlling his innate rage. When he sensed a fight brewing he decided that it was time to see a bit more of his comrade's abilities. He didn't like the fact...

Damien found his room with ease and smiled when he opened the door. It had been made to resemble Sakaaran architecture even down to a stone bed. This was not necessary but he appreciated the gesture. He dropped his bag and ducked into the room. He removed a pouch from his bag and placed it on...

Damien gripped his pack and decided he'd seen enough for the time being. Sparring had no meaning where he was from. Every fight, even a friendly one between comrades was a true battle where they pushed themselves to the limit. He definitely wanted to pitch himself against the Scott as it was...