The Martyr
(Administrator)
Strength: 100
Speed: 100
Magic: 100
Willpower: 100
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Post by The Martyr on Oct 16, 2011 19:59:58 GMT -5
Heavy smoke swirls through the air. The smell of cigars and cheap perfume is intoxicating, the stench nearly overwhelming. A large number of shady looking guild members are scattered throughout the bar. The sound of chatter, banging noise, and laughter is virtually endless. It is impossible to figure out who is saying what. There are no tables or chairs. They all lay broken on the ground, a remembrance of past squabbles between people who share the same guild.
Rules: No magic or weapons against fellow guild members.
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Post by Eternal Mage, Aether. on Oct 16, 2011 23:09:29 GMT -5
Ender made his entrance into the bar. He had just finish two easy and simple missions. Unless a complete idiot. There was no way to failed them. He walked over to the counter while yawning. His last quest was easy, but it kept him up all night. Then once he went home he couldn't get to sleep right away. It was such a bother for him. Ender sat onto the stool and order a banana split with extra cherry's. Ender looked around in the bar and notice no one he cared about was in yet. Then looked over and saw the same people every day playing cards.
Gambling pocket change of course. It wasn't often that they gamble a large amount. Only then did that gain his attention. Then he looked over the other members. Who were having a conversation of cutting someone up for bumping into them. Another, stating he killed someone during a mission and going detailed about it. Finally, Ender ice cream came in. Ender quickly dig in.
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nova
(Annonymous)
I'm just visiting!
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Post by nova on Oct 17, 2011 17:30:24 GMT -5
Shinzu made his way down the rickety stairway, each one of steps causing creaks as his body weight pressed against the cheap wood. Upon reaching the bottom he would immediately inspect the sole of his shoes, taking great care to make sure that no splinters had managed to carve their way inside. Nodding afterwards to signal to himself that he was satisfied with his search, the mage redirected his attention to this new room he had just entered and its inhabitants, most of which he did not care for even in the slightest.
As his lungs filled with the alcoholic air, Shinzu pushed his way through the rows of chairs and people in his way until at last reaching an empty table he could claim for his own. Before the mage could pull himself a seat however, the sight of the familiar figure directly opposite him munching down on a banana filled ice cream would catch his attention. Giving this white haired man a stern glare, Shinzu would eventually stop this little staring contest of his before moving to a table on the other side of the room.
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Post by Eternal Mage, Aether. on Oct 17, 2011 17:57:36 GMT -5
Ender looked over and heard someone coming in. He heard the slow foot steps coming down the stairway. Once he reached Ender view of vision, Ender finally could figure out who it was. The young man was slightly taller than Ender. Having jetted black hair and a dull maroon eye color. His outfit was terrible with bad taste. The familiar young man moved over to a table and then given Ender a stern stare.
Ender looked at him for a few moments and grin at him while having a spoon full of ice cream in his mouth. The young man then moved to a different table after giving Ender a cold look. Ender finish his ice cream and moved over to where the man had moved too. He walked over causally. He smiled at the young man. "I see your fashion sense haven't changed. Still have terrible sense of style. Need to look in my closet," asked Ender toward the man. Ender stands on the other side of the table. Looking downwards to the man.
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nova
(Annonymous)
I'm just visiting!
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Post by nova on Oct 17, 2011 18:17:11 GMT -5
Despite having wanted to have nothing to do with the white haired man from earlier Shinzu soon found himself at the mercy of his company. “Phoenix, or is it ‘Ender’ now. Regardless, before you start preaching about fashion; why don’t you first run along and dye your hair a colour that doesn’t resemble an old man’s beard.” Clearly agitated by Ender’s presence, the mage picked up where he left off by giving the white haired man another glare as a look of fury swelled up within his eyes.
Raising himself from his seat, Shinzu let out a sigh as he straightened his posture, no longer the one being looked down upon but rather being the one looking down at Ender. “Why must I always have the misfortune to run into you here…” Turning his head to greet the incoming waiter, the mage would place his order before watching the man’s figure disappear into the distance to collect his drink. “So then tell me, the fact you’re here suggests that you have recently completed a mission. What was it this time, kicking a cat or vandalising someone’s door?”
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Post by Eternal Mage, Aether. on Oct 17, 2011 20:06:42 GMT -5
The young man didn't seem to be please with Ender presence from his body language. Plus, the young man kept glaring at him. His voice tone when he talk flow with resentment to him. "Ender is just what everyone calls me. Seeing how I highest record of putting an end to people who tries to betray the guild. If you want to talk about color of people hair. Have you looked in a mirror? It's not even a color, but shade. Least mine is, consider as a color," responded Ender.
Ender watch the man get up from his seat and try to use his slight height difference to his advantage. It was a silly thing, but Ender didn't like to lose. Ender took the young man seat he was sitting in. The waiter came over and, before he could hand it to the young man. Ender took the bottle and started to drink it. "Of course I did. Who would pass up an easy job? What have you been doing? Drinking all day and doing nothing? Little brother, I think you gotten lazy since joining the guild," reply Ender to the young man last statement. Once Ender drink all the beer before the young man could respond. Ender grin at him with an innocent smile. "You know, only lackeys stand next to their bosses who sits. I'm sitting down, and your standing. What does that say,"" mocked Ender.
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nova
(Annonymous)
I'm just visiting!
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Post by nova on Oct 18, 2011 10:16:46 GMT -5
“I see.” Replied Shinzu at Ender’s comment about his little nickname. Paying no head to the fact that his chair had just been stolen, the mage simply walked over to a passed out drunkard and pushed him away, causing him to roll over into the cold ground with a harsh thud. Still with a blissful look etched onto his face, the drunkard simply lay there on the floor boards giggling to himself occasionally as a pool of drool quickly began to collect under his face.
Claiming the now vacant chair for himself, Shinzu dragged it along back to the table his so called brother was sitting in before making himself comfortable. “Assume I planned on betraying the guild master, which I’m sure is no secret. Would you dare raise your hand against your sweet and innocent little brother?” With a chuckle, Shinzu turned his attention to the bearded waiter as he approached with a murky brown drink in hand.
As Shinzu reached for it his hand instead grabbed onto the empty air as he watched his drink be snatched away by ender. “Well I am sitting down now aren’t I?” Grinned the mage as he watched his sibling chug down the liquid from the bottle. “By the way, I instructed the waiter to bring me a bottle filled with some muddy water from a puddle outside. Enjoy.”
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Post by Eternal Mage, Aether. on Oct 18, 2011 11:42:44 GMT -5
The drunk landed hard onto the floor as Ender watched. Ender made no attempts to help him up. He would have to take a bath in a hurry if he did. The drunk obviously had too much to drink. He couldn't stand up and seemed like he forgot where he was. He was drooling from his mouth and started to fall to asleep. The waiter walked over and literally thrown the poor man out of the bar. "We're not an INN" he informs us.
"Of course I will, little Shinzu. However, no doubt master Shiva will tear your limps when it happens before I can," smirked Ender. The two siblings were back on eye level with each other. The whole thing was silly and seemed to be Shinzu ego and inferiority complex. Ender laugh put his elbow onto the table with his chin resting in his hand. "Are you satisfied now that you're on eye level with me again, little Shinzu", asked Ender in a mocking tone.
Shortly afterwards, Shinzu informs Ender drank was dirty muddy water. Before Ender could react the waiter came over to them. "Oops, I seem to have dropped off the wrong bottle. That bottle was a new cocktail liquor," then put down a new bottle on the table. "Here is your dirty water that you requested sir". The waiter then walked away. Ender laughed at Shinzu failed attempt. "How about, we take our leave and do a quest, little Shinzu", Ender asked as he stands up and made his way out of the bar.
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nova
(Annonymous)
I'm just visiting!
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Post by nova on Oct 18, 2011 16:24:24 GMT -5
“Relax; I have no intentions of fighting that man unprepared. Though, that isn’t to say that time will never come.” Before Shinzu could proceed by giving his sibling a demonstration of his new abilities, something Ender just said would catch his attention. “’Little Shinzu’ you say? In terms of age I may be smaller, but in terms of height and wisdom, we are miles apart. Little Baby Phoenix.” With a yawn to express his boredom of the conversation, the mage turned his head to look at the waiter who had just arrived again.
“Tch. Whatever, he gulped down the wrong drink so he can just pay for it. Feel free to charge him double.” With those words Shinzu would grab the bottle of muddied water and follow Ender outside, making sure as to empty the bottles contents onto the passed out drunkard that had been kicked out the bar. “This mission, the pay better be good.”
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Post by Neera Ebony on Dec 13, 2011 1:53:43 GMT -5
Neera walked into the bar of Shark Fang. Her dark, luminous eyes looked over it. The men were all dirty, drunk and disgruntled, and it seemed to have a feeling of nurderous rage about it. she smirked evilly to herself. 'I'm going to like it here." She began to get looks from the men as she felt her body sway over to the bar. She sat herself on the bar and layed her arm across it, her head resting lightly on it. She looked up at the bar tender with a seductively evil grin. "I'll have a double gin, straight. actually, make it two." She put out her fingers as she spoke the number and then luifted herself off of the bar.
as the bar tender handed her her drinks, almost swooning over her, she threw him a disgusted look and grabbed both of the drinks, taking the first, and then the second immediately after. After putting the shot glasses back on the counter she surveyed the crowd. There had to be someone in there tat would intruige her enough. She sat patiently, watching the ruffians arm-wrestle and gamble, and even two men fighting in a corner. This was definitely her kind of place, even though she seemed like the more refined type.
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Post by Vayne The Sinner on Dec 15, 2011 15:43:56 GMT -5
Vayne pushed the door to the bar open and walked into the Shark Fang Bar, before closing the door behind him with a gentle push. He glanced around the room to see if anything was new, but to his disappointment it was just the same. Ruffians sitting at the tables, and bars all talking loud and obnoxiously, slamming drinks together and being the drunken bastards these people really were. He shoved his hands into his pocket and walked over to an open space at the bar. He sat down on a stool and flagged the bartender down with a simple whistle from his mouth. It took a bit a time before the bartender actually managed to get to Vayne, but when he reached Vayne he asked him, "Alright Sonny, what'll it be?"
Vayne tapped his fingers gently against the wooden surface of the counter, before he replied, "Scotch on the rocks. Trying to unwind just a bit before i head back out on another mission." The bartender scoffed at Vayne and started fixing the drink for Vayne as he continued his conversation, "You youngsters and your guild. Well, i guess your better off than these other ruffians around here. Nothing but hagglers and cutthroats here." He finished up Vayne's scotch, and placed it on the counter. Vayne reached out and picked up the glass. He tipped the glass towards the bartender and took a gulp from his glass.
Vayne tossed a couple of jewels onto the counter and turned around on the stool. He stared out at the room, and exhaled slowly. He rubbed his neck with his free hand as he started to unwind, and just slowly take in his atmosphere. This place was dark, loud, and packed with shady people, but this was Shark Fang, and ever since the incident, this was his home.
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Post by Neera Ebony on Dec 19, 2011 20:08:59 GMT -5
Neera found herself becoming bored very quickly. She wanted to do something, anything really. She was sick and tired of watching these drunks drink their lives away. They should be out stealing or killing or something. She rolled her eyes and took another glance around the bar. She tapped her finger on the tip of her nose, her eyes moving quickly from one person to the next.
Soon, she noticed someone new had joined the scene. He looked to be around her age, perhaps a couple years older. He was definitely good-looking, sitting at the bar drinking. She leaned in to get a better look and overheard him say that he was about to leave on another mission. She tilted her head and smiled widely. 'Perfect!' She walked up to the bar again, flipping off the perverted old mand who kept staring at her chest and looked at the strangeer. "Well hey there." She smiled over to him. "Would you maybe wanna let me tag along on your mission?" She grinned and gave him a questioning look. "Have a few drinks first and go on a rampage?"Her eyebrows raised slightly as she waited for his answer, letting out a small giggle from her throat. 'Whats better than teaming up with randoms?' She thought to herself, but perhaps, it was his type of thing, she could only wait and hope that he accepted, or maybe he would just hang out with her or something!
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Post by Vayne The Sinner on Dec 29, 2011 5:02:14 GMT -5
Vayne continued to just sit at the bar. His small conversation with the bartender had ended in a mutual silence, and he continued to take small gulps from his shot glass. His small window to be alone was quickly shut when a haughty young lady walked up to him. She started asking him about whether or not he would allow her to tag along on his mission. He glanced at her and immediately he could feel the glares coming from almost every guy in the bar. The tension he felt, was so annoying, but he wasn't one to just casually ignore someone who was willing to walk up and talk to him. He slammed his glass on the table and signaled for one more before he turned to face the young lady, "Hello, well for starters we should probably know each other's name." He winked at her and said, "I'm Vayne Aurelius, new member of the sharkfangs."
He gave her a moment before he continued and said, "Well, at the moment, I"m not ranked high enough for any mission where the two of us would actually have a good time. But I'm sure we could figure something out once we've downed a few drinks." He raised his hand and yelled to the bartender, "Yo! Slide me another one of mine for the lady." This was a weird meeting, but then again ever since he joined Shark Fang, things never really did go back to being normal for him. Especially when he met with the clown dude. It was a brief meeting but man it was kind of weird.
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Post by Gabriel Ojinaro on Dec 30, 2011 19:08:18 GMT -5
Slowly a Massive man entered the Room, casting a large shadow over the entire floor several people glanced at him and smirked, he was the newbie afterall, One of the men stood up and sauntered over to the huge man. Gabriel is a tall and dark skinned man, possibly what one would call Greek in origin from his tone of skin. His orientation is enhanced by his physical build, holding himself with a large muscular build though not overly so, holding the body one would imagine a quarterback in America's 'Football' may have. Lean but well built and defined he holds every muscle with a equal strength, tone and definition, almost tanklike but not to the extent of some which are Inhuman.
His broad shoulder's slope a bit before angling into a well muscles chest and then moving down into a full eight pack that he's obviously worked hard to Earn. His Dark Skin is whittled in scar's and has a thin trail of chestnut brown bodyhair in a patch on his chest that forms a sleek thin trail down his abb's, hair clings to his forearms and halfway up his bicep's before becoming faint, and disappearing for the most part. He holds no backhair as he finds it incredibly uncomfortable to try and deal with. His sleek muscles angle down from his groin and form into a pair of sleek well-muscled calves and legs, hair clings to his legs much the same as his arms thinning at half thigh and slowly dispersing. As your gaze moves to his face and head you’ll see a carefree grin on his lightly bearded face, the thin beard darker along his jaw and lighter along his cheeks and lips.
He has it trimmed neatly and it matches well with the hard angles of his face, his carefree smile and perfect even white teeth combine with his dreamy, honey brown eyes that can make many melt just from his sweet talk. His long brown silky curly locks fall about his shoulder’s to about mid-back. Sometimes held in a loose ponytail, on some other occasions he just lets it hang loose. His Dark skin tone matches with his eyes and hair perfectly, giving him a incredibly attractive image to put off for all, around his throat is a scar that almost looks like he got his throat slit, likely a deathblow by how obvious it is, meaning it was a very deep strike. His light tan lips tinted with pink grin constantly or smirk around his perfect even white teeth, his angled but not overly so face matching his lightly almond shaped eyes just enough to give him a more angelic appearance but not quite.
He often has roses strewn through his hair for no apparent reason at all, in fact he doesn’t even seem to realize how they got there. As your eyes wander across his accessories and clothing now, the smell of Mint and Chocolate fill your nose, not overwhelming but soft and pleasant, fills the air. He seems to give the smell of naturally as he does not wear any perfumes or colognes. His manicured nails are well-cared for but not exactly feminine with the body hair, and dark skin lined with scar’s and calluses. His jewelry is minimal, simple things he wears a pair of Red ruby earrings one in each ear, his tongue being pierced with a similar ring.
Around his neck he holds a gold thin chain with a pink rose carved from some sort of red crystal around his throat half hiding his scar. His Clothing Consists Usually of a Pair of Baggy Cargo Pant, shirtless with large Wooden Sandals on his Bare Feet, a Wide-Buckled Belt of Gold, and thoguh shirtless he Often wears a large Coat over his shoulders with the sleeves hanging down freely. At his side there is a bright Red hilt wrapped massive Katana which rests silver and gold at his side, a thin golden chain hands from its hilt with a small rose at its end of the same crystal around his throat that the flower is carved from. Around his throat as well is a thin golden chain holding a never used engagement ring, it has a gently 'X' carved into the wording on the inside.
He slowly looked down to the Man infront of him hwo grinned, "Your the new guy right ...? Dont think just cus your big that you dont get your entrance Beatin- BWAHAFYHM!!!" The man didnt get to finish, Gabriels hand had grabbed him lifting him clear off the ground, and slammed his face strait through the floor so he looked like an uncinciuss ... possibly dead ... ostrage. EEveryone erupted into laughter at that, and his little friend sbackwed off as Gabriel snorted and walked tword the bartender. "Bottle of Vodka ... no Damn little SIlly SHot Glasses ..." The old man blinked, but accepted the Jewels and Handed over the large bottle of strait Vodka, Gabriels eyes then slid over the area, and fell on Neera, well ... her backside rather and he smirked, just enjoying the view for now, not even bothering hiding the fact either. "Yo! Sexy, what'r you doing over there with him ...?" He smirked voice gravely and Rich suprisingly matching with a large base to it to fit his large frame.
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Post by Neera Ebony on Jan 1, 2012 22:24:39 GMT -5
Neera raised her brows at the man, Vayne, as he introduced himself. She smiled sweetly, though cruelly at the same time. "I'm Neera< also new. And I suppose you're right about the mission thing." She sighed and bowed her head down. "All they've got for work is stealing candy from children, not that I care, but, I wanna see some blood, not some little snot- nosed kids whinning. How annoying." She rolled her eyes and let out a cold laugh. She wasn't one for children. She liked fun, and her idea of fun was well over what they had to offer her at this point in her level.
Soon, anothe man caught her eyes. He was big, in the muscle department definitely. She watched his movements as he took out a guy without even breaking a sweat. Her eyes followed him to the bar where he ordered a bottle of vodka. She looked down at the shot glass in front of her and smiled, shrugging slightly, and taking it. She looked over at vayne and then at this new man. 'why don't you come here and join us in a drinking game. She smiled with seduction as she ran her hand through the blue of her hair. She looked back at Vayne. "Up for a little competition/" she giggled slightly and looked back at the other man, giving him the once over.
She wasn't quite sure about all the roses, though generally, they were a sign of passion, in some beliefs they were a sign of death. He certainly gave off a slight sense of death, so, naturally, she found herself attracted to him, though she was interested to see what Vayne had to offer as well. She tilted her head to the side and looked at Vayne. He was quite handsome himself, but she just wasn't sure if he had it in him to be called hers. She liked challenges, but she also liked watching men fight over her. She certainly was a cruel being, but to her, power was everything. If either of them wanted her, they would have to prove themselves worthy, she was cocky, and not just anyone would do.
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