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The Killing Games {Open RP}
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(( Nova Terra? R.I.P. Ghost...
On a side note, this seems like it was made just for Morec and Vrem! Homocidal maniacs can
coexist
kill everyone in sight! ))
Characters:
Morec, House of Rivendare
,
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Undercity, Alterac Mountains
Races: Forsaken Humans
Classes: Death Knight, Hunter
Description:
Morec and Vrem were once allies, but after an ally of both of them - a Forsaken mage named Sithia Frozenbone - was captured, brutally murdered, and then put into an eternal state of True Death by the Scarlet Crusade, the two went their own ways - but not before killing every single Scarlet Crusader in sight on a mission to reclaim Sithia's body.
Morec is a powerful death knight with a fractured mind. He claims to hear voices - two, to be exact - and sometimes pretends he is still alive. He also has a tendincy to attempt to be funny - keyword being attempt. If one can tolerate him and he does not attempt to kill them, he can - arguably - be a fairly pleasent fellow. Despite this, he is a vicious, cold-hearted, evil murderer. He is skilled in unholy magic and used blood and frost-based spells to supplement the power of necromantic abilities.
Vrem is a much like Morec, but far less jolly. A cold, unfeeling Forsaken, he serves only one purpose; the will of the Banshee queen to see all life exterminated. With his three pets - a plague-dog named Marrow, an undead eagle named Rottalon, and an undead panthar named Deathpelt - he scours Azeroth, searching for any form of life to slay, often taking trophies in the form of skulls or other identifyable body parts. His weapon of choice is a large rifle, but he is also skilled with smaller firearms and the use of an axe in melee combat.
"Dear Blah, blah, blah, blah, blahblahblah," Morec read over the letter he had recently obtained - and by that, he meant stole from a slain courier. "Kill everyone you meet, RICHES BEYOND YOU IMAGINATION!" Morec jumped up, picking up the recently severed heard of a scarlet crusader a making it look at the letter.
"Check this our Phil!" he exclaimed. "I get to kill people! And get paid!"
"That's not all that different from what you already do,"
the italicized voice in his head said.
"Yeah, but still... Okay, I've got nothing."
"By the way, that head as no eyes,"
a bodler voice in the death knight's mind said.
Morec looked at the crusader head. It was true, it had no eyes. He had forgotten he had tore then out some time ago. "Oh," Morec threw the head away. "Still! We should attend!"
"Are you sure that's a good idea? We might die?"
"We're already dead!"
"True. Let's go!"
---
Vrem read the letter he had recived. He cared not for the riches, or any of the other comodities that the writter of the summons promised. All he cared for was the possibility to kill the living, kill them in his queen's name.
He stood up, and began to gather his best and most favored weaponry from a shelf. Behind him, his pets began to gather. "We have killing to do," he said in a monotone voice. His pets - Marrow, Rottalon, and Deathpelt - all resounded with their own particular battle cry, be it a howl or a screech.
Once he had everything he needed the Forsaken hunter and marksman set out, his three pets following behind him.
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Character
: Kevin "Anthony" Argon
Location
: Stormwind
Race
: Human
Class
: Mage/Warrior
Age
: 18
Description
:
Kevin has short blond hair and blue eyes. He is currently studying the arcane in Stormwind and has a knack for it but often fails the exams because of his lack of confidence. Kevin is also one half of a split personality caused from being bullied most of his life though he knows nothing about it thinking he suffers from blackouts and when he regains consciousness he can't remember anything that happened. He's other half is called Anthony and often appears in fights. He has very little knowledge of magic preferring to fight with a sword hidden in Kevin's staff. Anthony is cold and methodical in fights believing that those who bullies others don't deserve to exist. Anthony is aware of Kevin but refuses to make himself known wishing rather to stay hidden within his psyche.
Kevin sat outside on a bench outside the mage tower that laid in the center of the mage district. "Third times a charm." He muttered aloud as he stared at the ground having failed his final exam again. "Who ever said that was an idiot." He said as he stood up and made his way out of the district. He looked at the sealed letter in his hand as he walked having not read it yet since he didn't want anything to distract him. "Couldn't get much worse." He thought as he opened the letter and began to read it.
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Character
: Ahanu Whitehorn, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Description
:
Ahanu, a tauren warrior and Lisciel, a blood elf mage, met at the Argent Tournament shortly after a squad of Scourge undead ambushed the former and almost killed him, were it not for the Argent Crusaders who saved his life. This made Ahanu change his ways and turn from an ill-tempered engine of Horde's will to a more complicated individual, as well as pick up An'she worship as the deity represented all the ideals Ahanu's saviors had. In the Tournament that attracted attention of a Sunreavers member, Lisciel, who at first was just curious, but eventually formed a close friendship with the tauren. The two even participated in Icehowl's capture and subduing.
Prior to the Shattering, Ahanu joined the Sunwalkers, and Lisciel decided to accompany his friend while the latter learns the way of a paladin. He saved the tauren's life a couple of times, so when the letter came to Lisciel, Ahanu felt obliged to help the elf, despite Lisciel's objections.
Ahanu is nine-feet tall brown-and-white furred tauren, with his right eye missing and only stubs left of his white horns, covered by golden disks. He carries a gargantuan
two-handed axe
and is clad in Coliseum's champion armor. Lisciel is much shorter and more frail than Ahanu (despite being a far more fearsome opponent), has viridian almond-shaped eyes and long pale-blond hair. He wields a
long staff
with a horse's head and two wings atop it, and wears violet-and-white Dalaran archmage's outfit.
Ahanu always emphasises one word in a sentence if it is at least three words long. It annoys Lisciel, but the elf can do nothing about it.
Location
: Southern Barrens
"You
still
haven't told me what are you going to do about the letter."
"Look, I'm not gonna wander the world slaughtering everyone I see who's in that piece of parchment, okay?"
"Someone
will
choose such a path."
"Then they deserve to have some crap kicked outta their heads, eh? As for the others... You know what, if I find those organising the game, I'm gonna melt their faces alright."
"Not before
I
cleave them."
The elf laughed, then peered into the distance - on the road two tauren walked.
"Looks like we've met other gamers already..."
"Them? They are sunwalkers, like
me
. I'm sure they will make the
right
choice. Let
me
do the talking. Ahoy there,
friends
!" - yelled Ahanu.
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Characters:
Morec, House of Rivendare
,
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Tirisfal Glades, Alterac Mountains
Morec sat waitng for the zepplin to Orgrimmar. To pass the time he had brought a new Crusader head with him. "What's up?" he asked the severed head.
It said nothing.
"Oh come on, we're both dead. Let's put our differences aside!"
The head still said nothing.
Morec scowled. "Fine, be that way! Go long!" He then drop-kicked the head as far as he could to the west.
---
Vrem, meanwhile, made the slow trek towards Tirisfal Glades on foot. Rottalon, Marrow, and Deathpelt all accompanied him. He said nothing, and his only thoughts were on how he would deal with the living when he found them. So many possibilities, so few to use before they expire.
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Character: Kevin "Anthony" Argon
Location: Stormwind
"This has to be some joke." He said as he reread the letter. "Not falling for it." He said as he lit the paper on fire and let it burn up to ashes before continuing his walk. He stopped when he noticed a women running up to him. She had long brown hair and green eyes and was 1 year younger then him. "What's up Sarah?" He asked. "I got us a job." She said stopping in front of him. "Where going to the barrens." She said holding up the flier. "But that's near the horde. The same horde that wants to kill us." He said starting to get nervous. Sarah rolled her eyes and grabbed his sleeve and started to pull him back towards the mage tower. "Stop being such a baby. Besides will be far from them and you might actually grow a spine." She said.
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Behelich
Character
: Ahanu Whitehorn, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Lisciel raised his hands as a sign of peace. Ahanu said - "
Nothing
to apologise for, honorable brother. I am Ahanu Whitehorn, and this here is Lisciel Dawnchaser, although you probably
already
know it. And
you
must be Ashorn, I reckon?"
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