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[Fable]

Main: Demon TotemsKrhe s able to enhance his power through totems. In a way like shamanism, he carries several wooden carved totems in a pocket pouch: a rat, a crow and a lynx.

Expand on this power a bit to clarify the use of the totems and how they work. I tend to be wary letting players leave it with minimal information since some people - they know who they are - will try and use the lack of specifics as a loophole to be OP. Y_Y

That's about it m'dear. Just elaborate a bit more and should be good to officially post.

 

[Kobe Nathan Wade]

Omps, Jackson

Alias: Arsenal
Physical Age: 27
True Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender:

Physical Characteristics

Height: 6'2"​

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Weight: 198lbs​

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Figure/Build: Broad shoulders, tightly packed fine muscle tone.​

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Hair Color: Black, crew cut.​

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Eye Color: Blue, dashing​

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Skin Tone: Ethnically ambiguous​

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Distinguishing Features: Several scars acrossed the shins from kickboxing, as well as the forearms from other conditioning. Small well groomed gotee.​

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Personality

Jackson has been in the business of killing things for quite a while, and as such is particularly detached from the concept. He is very goal oriented, meaning that if there is a sacred relic that needs retrieved and several of his squad mates die from the booby traps around said object, he will stay focused on retrieving that relic. That is not to say that when he comes out of the fog of war later he will not weep at how fucked up the thing was that he just did. Along with this comes the attention to detail. Jackson is not necessarily OCD, however finds cleanliness and organization extremely satisfying. Speaking of mental disorders, however, Jackson DOES have anxiety. He will run every single scenario of what could go wrong during a mission until the mission is over. He is not necessarily one to confide in other people unless he is very close with them.

Other people usually view Jackson as a fun, friendly guy. This stems from the fact that he uses humor as a defense mechanism. He is fine conversing, making jokes during a mission, and even hanging out with his co-workers during his off time. They would never guess that just below the surface is a swarm of self depreciating, anxiety-ridden thoughts.

Positive Trait​

Extensive martial arts training along with just the right amount of experience to not be burnt out on secret agent stuff, and still be invaluable in the field.​

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Positive Trait​

Jackson is the go-to agent for SMITED's experimental weapons. He's usually carrying a new weapon into battle each mission.​

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Neutral Trait​

Jackson uses comedy as a defense mechanism, and this could either lighten the mood during a mission or frustrate his teammates.​

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Negative Trait​

Jackson's anxiety occasionally takes over in a stressful situation, and his fight-reaction turns into a flight reaction.​

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Negative Trait​

To deal with his anxiety, Jackson smokes medicinal marijuana. This means he is basically always high, even on missions. While this does keep him calmer, he can sometimes be distracted, stare into space, or have laughing fits in inappropriate situations.​

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Powers/Abilities

Main: Jackson is essentially SMITED's go-to field tester of experimental technology and relics. He has a chip implanted into his head that allows him to analyze and appropriately apply any SMITED tech he is given as long as the schematics are already downloaded. This means they can hand him a plasma caster, magi-detector, or lightning-blade and he will instantaneously know how to use it. He is also a walking wikipedia on SMITED's database for the supernatural. This makes him invaluable for investigation missions where the target may b unclear.​

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Sub: During his time in the military Jackson traveled extensively throughout Asia, and trained in many martial arts.​

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Sub: During his time in the military, and working on oil rigs, and independent contracting Jackson has had plenty of chances to refine his firearms skill. He prefers hand to hand combat, but when it comes down to it his weapon of choice are shotguns, as he has a "one shot should be enough" mindset when facing real threats.​

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Weaknesses/Limitations

Despite the access to insane amounts of information, Jackson is still simply a human. Next to the magicians, werewolves, vampires, superhuman mutations, etc. he is severely under powered. While he does have access to all of SMITED's firepower, he can still easily be stabbed shot or blown up, sprain an ankle, or anything else you can think of to incapacitate a human being. He also has above average strength and stamina due to his training, but there's a human limit there as well.

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History

Write at least 2 paragraphs about your character's background. Things you can include can answer questions like:

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  Chapter 1: The beginning.
  Jackson crawled through the mud with a look of desperation. To his left and right were gunfire, to his top barbed wire. All of his other platoon-mates were meters behind him. It seemed like reaching the end of the obstacle course was a life or death task for him. When he eventually did reach the end and rang the bell, his drill sargent was in his face in a second.
  
  "Private Omps! Where do you get off leaving your men behind?! You are a UNIT. If you were in a room with Hitler and I had a double barrel I'd shoot you twice you disrespectful disgrace of a man! You will report to captain Morris's office immediately for evaluation!" Screamed the drill sargent in Jackson's right ear, which was now ringing. A thousand thoughts began running through Jackson's head. Dishonorable discharge, deployed to somalia, mess hall duty, oh my god oh my god oh my god. Jackson walked solemnly to the captain's office.
  
  "Sit down son." Said captain Morris. Next to the desk stood a man Jackson did not recognize, who was perusing over a file entitled "Omps, Jackson." Jackson rigidly and awkwardly sat down in the padded chair across from Captain Morris. The man reading the file put it down, and Jackson astutely noticed the five stars on who he now realized was a general's collar. The general addressed Jackson like a father talking to his son.
  
  "Top marks on every PT since you joined the core. You're a week out now. How do you feel about your time in Captain Morris's platoon?" This question utterly confused Jackson. He couldn't remember the last time someone asked him how he felt about anything.
  
  "Sir, good, sir." The general chuckled at this answer.
  
  "Captain Morris claims he's never seen anyone try as hard as you in boot camp since me. Your tests are all top marks. What's your secret? Relax kid. Just talk to me. What's going on in that head?" The general's words caused Jackson to soften a little.
  
  "Well, I have anxiety, sir." The general squinted his eyes hard at Jackson. After an uncomfortable amount of time he burst into laughter.
  
  "To nervous to fail, that's your story huh?" The general wiped a tear from his eye. "Well, kid. I have an offer for you. These reports give you a one-way trip to special forces. REAL special forces. As in, you won't exist special forces. The last people to see you officially will be captain Morris and your bunk mates tonight, before you commit suicide from stress tonight. Or you can walk out of this office, never hear from me again, and as long as you don't mention this little conversation you'll go about your life as a regular marine. What do you say to that?" Jackson thought for a moment. He imagined his mom crying when she got the news. He imagined his brothers divvying up his possessions.
  
  "Well, I've always wondered if you guys were hiding aliens." The general chuckled again, and shook Jackson's hand. That was the beginning of his career.
  
  Chapter 2: Going Rogue
  It had been six months since Jackson had started his run from very dangerous men. He had refused to kill a child witness to one of their hit missions in Bangkok. He argued the kid wouldn't even remember their faces by the time he was ten, and his squad mates disagreed. One of them called him a pussy, Jackson insulted his mother, and they took exception to that. Now here he was in a western province of china, taking a vow to follow the ways of the Shaolin Monks. Unfortunately he never saw any aliens during his time in black ops. He now wanted a fresh start, and so he shaved his head and bowed to Buddha.
  
  Jackson was sweeping the meditation room floor, and heard a sudden commotion outside. "Brother?" Jackson said in Chinese. Gunfire started up, and Jackson immediately dashed out the door. The scene he saw was several monks falling with bullets in their chest. A couple who had engaged the enemy had successfully disarmed and were currently holding a few masked men by the throats blocking bullets. Their vests and helmets were unmarked, but he recognized their design. There were six more who spotted Jackson before he ducked behind a low wall that dropped off onto a grassy hill.
  
  "Omps has been spotted ten o'clock, go go go!" The six men attempted to follow him, but were blindsided by a few staffs. Meanwhile Monks were still falling at the hands of modern weaponry left and right. Every day Jackson had run this scenario in his head. He knew this day would come. Jackson army crawled around to the side and flank his would-be assassins. He rose from the ground and dashed forward, now only ten feet away. He stripped one of the men of his gun and shot him in the head. A roundhouse kick to the next closest soldier sent him stumbling, and a few squeezes of the trigger ended his life. After a few more minutes the dust cleared, and sifu Chan arrived from up the mountain to view the scene of horror.
  
  "The demons of your past have followed you to the temple, my student. Leave, and do not tell us where you're going." With tears in his eyes he bowed to the aged monk. He turned and left to his room, disrobed, and began his pilgrimage again.
  
  Chapter 3: The Veil Lifted.
  Three years since Jackson had become a ghost to the ghosts. Alaska, an oil rig, miles from the nearest warm bed. Jackson's camp was doing some routine maintenance to a nearby valve. Jackson worked as their security guard, and scanned the horizon for wolves or bear.
  
  "Morris!" Said the mechanic. "... MORRIS YOU FUCKING STONED BASTARD!" Jackson had momentarily forgotten the fake name he was using. He turned, taking a long draw on the joint he was smoking.
  
  "What Kennedy?" A tinge of annoyance in his voice. "I'm busy watching your ass."
  
  "Let me get a hit." Jackson turned away.
  
  "Let me see your medical card."
  
  "Oh don't be a I'm uncultured."
  
  "I let you hit this, next thing I know I'm getting written up and get my card revoked. No chance."
  
  "There is LITERALLY noone else for miles."
  
  "and what if we have a drug test tomorrow. Then you're gonna tell them you were hanging out with me and got it second hand. I get my card revoked. Nope."
  
  "Oh fine then you fuckin' prick. Time to turn in anyways." Jackson smoked the last of his mary jane and flicked the roach. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and brushed the snow that had gathered on his back after hours of laying in the snow. He had to carry the rifle, but hardly used it out here. His squad mates often got pissed at him for letting the wolves get close enough to shoot with his sawed off. He crawled into his tent and into his sleeping bag. He awoke in the middle of the night to a loud heavy breathing and matching footsteps. His first thought was that a grizzly was outside the tent. That was until he realized it was the winter solstace, and all the grizzlies were hibernating.
  
  He slowly reached his arm down his sleeping bag to the sawed off he kept close. The mechanic screamed and Jackson squirmed as quick as he could out of his sleeping bag and unzipped his tent. He shoved his sawed off out first and stood up, squinting into the light of the dying coals of the fire for what was going on. He spotted several over sized footprints which confused him, his mechanic's tent was in tatters and a trail of blood lead off into the darkness. He slowly began stepping after the direction the blood lead, trying to force his eyes to adjust in vain.
  
  His heart was racing, and he heard a sudden roar as something big white and furry dashed into the low light and knocked Jackson upside the head. He dropped his gun and scrambled after it. He turned just in time to unload the right shell into the thing's gut. It stumbled backward for a moment, and rushed on all fours towards Jackson like an ape. It picked Jackson up and was about to begin pulling, but just in time Jackson pulled his gun around at an awkward angle behind him and fired the left shell right into the thing's eye. It roared and stumbled backwards. Jackson was dropped straight onto his back, now with a sprained wrist he was cradling. The thing was clutching it's head, it's white fur stained with dark blood from it's first wound. Jackson turned and scrambled onto his feet towards his tent.
  
  He jumped through the flap and grabbed for his rifle, holding it left handed instead of right due to his wrist. Everything was quiet, and Jackson listened hard for any movement to fire at. Something picked up the tent like a handbag and began scratching through it. Jackson fired several shots toward it. Both he and it dropped. He crawled out of the flap when he found it, and took a look at the fallen creature. He now looked at it's face closely for the first time. It was ape-like and pink faced. He couldn't seem to convince himself of what he had just killed. A thought interrupted his train, however. The snow-ape in front of him had both it's eyes. That's when he heard the roar again he was now so accustomed to. Something rammed him in his back, and he felt something break somewhere. It sent him sailing, and when he landed he hit his head and blacked out.
  
  "Damn, this motherfucker took down TWO yeti by himself." Jackson heard this as he came to. He took noted that he was in some sort of vehicle, as he felt the bump of the road beneath him irritate his wounds. He also took note that someone had bandaged him up, and thanked them mentally. He looked to his left with squinted eyes, and saw the yeti staring back at him slack jawed. His heart rate picked up, and he jolted away from it. "WHOA hey hey relax killer."
  
  "WHo the fuck are you and what the FUCK is that thing." The two men in the van with him shared a glance.
  
  "Well, first thing's first. You need to tell us how you killed them."
  
  "I shot them. A lot. Thought I only killed one. I guess the other bled out." Jackson dug into the left breast pocket of his coat. The only relief he'd had in hours, aside from the blacking out, was the fact that he still had a joint left. He put it in his mouth and attempted to light it, but found his lighter wet from the snow. "Either of you got a light?" The two men stared at Jackson for a moment in awe. "It's medicinal. What, do you wanna see my card or something?" The man who had done most of the talking shrugged and gave him his zippo. "Thanks." Said Jackson flatly. He took a long draw and looked at the men expectantly. "Alright, you won't talk I will. You're a secret agency that specializes in the control and elimination of supernatural threats, or something to that effect. You two were supposed to make sure those, what I'm going to assume are bigfoot's alaskan cousins, didn't kill anyone. However all of us failed there and now you're bringing the bodies back to HQ and I'm coming with you because I did your job and now I'm Will Smith and this is about to be Men in Black with vampires. How am I doin'?" The two men smiled. Jackson took a satisfied draw from his joint, but winced as they hit a pothole. Fire shot up his back.
  
  "Well, the alaskan field office. But mostly right, except we're not secret. Don't you watch the news?"
  
  "Eh?"
  
  "The supernatural world was declassified a month ago. Everyone knows now."
  
  "Well that was the right choice. It's a lot easier to keep people safe if they know what to be scared of."
  
  "We'll introduce you to the man in charge when we get to the base. He'll make you the official offer, but I'd say you're a pretty good candidate for special forces."
  
  "Ugh, I've heard that one before. Pass." The man blinked at him.
  
  "We get a six figure salary." Jackson nearly choked on his smoke.
  
  "Yeah okay, I'm in."

 

[Fable]

Height: 6'2"Weight: 198lbs

I suggest using this to kind of get an idea for weight/height averages; Ideal Weight Calculator The weight seems a bit high unless he is a body builder.

Skin Tone: Ethnically ambiguous

Tone is tone; fair, tan, dark. It's not ethnicity. X3

Positive TraitExtensive martial arts training along with just the right amount of experience to not be burnt out on secret agent stuff, and still be invaluable in the field. Positive TraitJackson is the go-to agent for SMITED's experimental weapons. He's usually carrying a new weapon into battle each mission. Neutral TraitJackson uses comedy as a defense mechanism, and this could either lighten the mood during a mission or frustrate his teammates. Negative TraitJackson's anxiety occasionally takes over in a stressful situation, and his fight-reaction turns into a flight reaction. Negative TraitTo deal with his anxiety, Jackson smokes medicinal marijuana. This means he is basically always high, even on missions. While this does keep him calmer, he can sometimes be distracted, stare into space, or have laughing fits in inappropriate situations.

On these choose a word that defines the traits. Look at the accepted Character Sheets and you'll see how they are written here.

Martial arts training isn't a personality trait, it's a skill along with the physical conditioning. Also knowing weaponry is a skill and not a personality trait. Smoking medicinal marijuana also doesn't fall under a personality trait.

Personality traits are things like; introvert, extrovert, reckless, patient, calm, anxious, temperamental, etc. If you need a list of personality traits I have a spreadsheet of them.

Main: Jackson is essentially SMITED's go-to field tester of experimental technology and relics. He has a chip implanted into his head that allows him to analyze and appropriately apply any SMITED tech he is given as long as the schematics are already downloaded. This means they can hand him a plasma caster, magi-detector, or lightning-blade and he will instantaneously know how to use it. He is also a walking wikipedia on SMITED's database for the supernatural. This makes him invaluable for investigation missions where the target may b unclear.

One of the rules regarding character creation is basically to not assume. Most of this is assumption of what technology exists, how it is used, and why. None of what you've written here exists or is approved as canon, this is all sci-fi/futuristic kind of stuff.

Sub: During his time in the military Jackson traveled extensively throughout Asia, and trained in many martial arts.

You need to pick one specialized martial arts and name it. A blanket declaration of knowing "many" won't be allowed due to it allowing an OP loophole. You gotta be specific for me please. :3

Sub: During his time in the military, and working on oil rigs, and independent contracting Jackson has had plenty of chances to refine his firearms skill. He prefers hand to hand combat, but when it comes down to it his weapon of choice are shotguns, as he has a "one shot should be enough" mindset when facing real threats.

You can just state he is trained with some firearms and what his preferred firearms are. Hand-to-hand combat here is redundant since that would be under martial arts training.

Despite the access to insane amounts of information, Jackson is still simply a human. Next to the magicians, werewolves, vampires, superhuman mutations, etc. he is severely under powered. While he does have access to all of SMITED's firepower, he can still easily be stabbed shot or blown up, sprain an ankle, or anything else you can think of to incapacitate a human being. He also has above average strength and stamina due to his training, but there's a human limit there as well.

So, with the required change to his 'ability' that first sentence will need to be removed as well. There are more assumptions here as well such as 'superhuman mutations.' This isn't a thing in this roleplay. Being a human and the risk of injury I would suggest removing as a weakness. It's a given for any character that they can be harmed or overpowered by someone or something more powerful.

List a weakness for his skills. Does he have an old injury that slows him down? What is he weak against combat wise (krav maga for example)? Does his anxiety get so bad that it can affect his skills?

He does need at least 3 weaknesses/limitations listed. I know this is a WIP, but that is what those bullets are for in this section.

Chapter 1: The beginning.

So, I'm not going to quote the whole history because it is very long. While I give you kudos for writing so much... there are... issues.

The first and second chapter could have been reduced to the basic ideas rather than writing it all out. He was a marine that got recruited into black ops, refused an order and went AWOL and was being searched for since. During his time evading his pursuers he joined an order of monks and learned Shaolin Kung Fu and Chinese.

Now then, why would black ops trained soliders needlessly kill the monks for one former soldier? It's a pretty weak plan for such a unit unless there were literally no other options. Monks against armed elite soldiers would have been wiped out entirely and even your character himself would have struggled during such an encounter and the chance of surviving would be very, very slim.

Chapter 3, a majority of the end of it will need to be removed. I will allow the Yeti aspect to stay and he can indeed fight them off. I would nitpick a bit on the oil rig details (Why would he sleep in a tent when oil rigs do have barracks? There would be more than one guard so he would have most likely rotated his watches. It's more common for an oil rig to be offshore than on land. ).

The major issue is how you again are assuming on behalf of the agency. In the character creation thread, there is a list and it states that agents generally sign themselves up rather than being recruited. Your scenario writes him as being recruited, an AWOL soldier. Now, I am not saying SMITED wouldn't take him as an agent, but with his history they'd have to pull some pretty big strings since he's technically a 'wanted man'. So, this is where my suggestion comes in, that he could go to SMITED as a way to get his 'manhunt' closed.

Then you have the timeline incorrect. It has been 5 years since the "Revelation" not a month.

I know I can be fairly critical on character reviews, so hopefully this doesn't scare you off like so many others.

 

[Kobe Nathan Wade]

It's not necessarily the criticism that's turning me away, I simply think I had a different idea of what you were looking for in terms of characters. I will bow out, sorry for wasting your time.

 

[Fable]

It's not necessarily the criticism that's turning me away, I simply think I had a different idea of what you were looking for in terms of characters. I will bow out, sorry for wasting your time.

It's fine. Thanks for your initial interest, even if it wasn't what you thought it was.

 

[Fable]

VaskarTheHunter

Massive issued with your post in the IC thread. He is a replacement team member and wasn't requested for the original briefing. So the entire thing about him being late to the briefing and catching a later plane, as well as jumping out of a plane is completely null and void. He also as a rookie, wouldn't have been in for 4 years, it's a character creation rule. Perhaps I missed that in your last edit since I was a bit rushed with a familial visit and was trying to get things going.

It's also the reason why I've only just now had a moment to read your post since the visit is over and they've gone back home.

Seeing as 80% of your post is about him jumping out of the plane, as much as I hate to request this, it need a major re-write to fix that issue. It's why when your character was accepted there was a suggestion of how to introduce him into the group IC.

 

[VaskarTheHunter]

Fable .....okay...*breaks leg* lol. Ill rewrite but question about how does he get there? I cant just have him pop up out of the ground.

 

[Fable]

For the others that appeared to replace other players who were removed, they were "in the area" doing something else, perhaps in a village or neighboring town and then got the other to move to the location of team alpha.

Then this was the suggestion on how he locates them from your CS approval.

The team is currently at the herbalist shop where their Person of Interest is located. Your character will have to explain how they caught up with the team. Suggestion; being directed by asking the locals where the herbalists shops are and narrowing it down to the current location where Team Alpha is.

Sorry for being a bit nitpicky, I'm trying to keep the canon lore as smooth as I can. X3

 

[VaskarTheHunter]

Fable alright I will fix it up but I don’t think Zer0 will have to edit I’ll keep him on the motorcycle.

 

[Zer0]

Fable alright I will fix it up but I don’t think Zer0 will have to edit I’ll keep him on the motorcycle.

Gotcha.

 

[Fable]

C.DEX Tarmagon StoneWolf18 One Mean Ghost Vesuvius

We did a bit of a jump, and events are happening with Mara, post please if you haven't yet :3

 

[Tarmagon]

Fable Took care of that just after the post for Mara. Need input on what the detector detects.

 

[Fable]

One Mean Ghost Vesuvius It's been a month since your last reply. :\

 

[Fable]

VaskarTheHunter So few things to note since I've caught up on posts. Firstly, you're writing your character assuming quite a bit, such as this;

Sillium board up the windows that way no prying eyes could get into their buisness

There was no mention of the action being initiated by the character (Sillium) yet as they hadn't posted their own reaction to the command, yet your character is stating as an observation that they "boarded" up the windows. Please only write reactions to things that have occurred IC. Then in another later post, you write that he is the one closing the windows, when he was previously not doing anything but standing by with his hand on his weapon. Though it could just be a typing error since there is a "he began Sillium"

Additionally, Rosalia asked Moo Moo to inform your character to get off the roof. You had your character respond as though Moo Moo and now the posts seem very... out of order.

Just be cautious about this, okay?


Light Post? Y_Y

 

[Fable]

C.DEX Gilzar r e i Light One Mean Ghost StoneWolf18 Tarmagon VaskarTheHunter

So, dice ability has returned to the site and even HPs can use them! However, you have to post first, then edit to roll. So, which guys would you prefer? To roll via the bot so you can write your post? To have the dice thread revived and roll your dice there? Or you just want to post, edit for roll, then edit your post based upon the roll?

Now, there is a teeny notification thing going, when a user edits their posts it sends out a notification, including dice rolls. It's being looked into, so don't let that be a factor. X3

 

[Fable]

Tarmagon I'mma wait for your reply before posting since where you and Cerin are is important.

 

[Tarmagon]

MMkay. Sorry for the delay, but the wife is home from the hospital now, so I should get a post up soon. R/l is being a 5 letter synonym for a female dog currently.

 

[Fable]

MMkay. Sorry for the delay, but the wife is home from the hospital now, so I should get a post up soon. R/l is being a 5 letter synonym for a female dog currently.

Glad she's home :3 Don't stress too much, I just didn't wanna pass by your post and go on until you've had a chance to get something out. X3

 

[Fable]

VaskarTheHunter Light Need y'all to roll for your book search.

 

[VaskarTheHunter]

Fable that will be a moment we are currently under high alert and my days are pretty damn long.

 

[Fable]

Fable that will be a moment we are currently under high alert and my days are pretty damn long.

That sucks. D: Do it when you get a chance, even if it's just the roll.

 

[Fable]

Waiting for either Light or VaskarTheHunter to post. Light you can have Victavia do something or suggest something weird as she would usually do, such as begin to re-organize since she doesn't have to listen to the magician X3