- Geth Turret
- Hunter Mode
- Advanced Hardware
- Arc Grenades
- Incineration Tech
- Tactical Scan
- Supply Pylon
- Homing Grenades (Dual bursts)
- Arc Grenades
- Cain Trip Mine
- Concussive Arrows
- Armor-Piercing Arrows
- Omni-Bow Mastery
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Skull and Shackles - ProloguePROLOGUE
-Riptide Alehouse, Port Peril, Nine in the Evening-
The rowdy and boisterous noises of the tavern catch the ears of the paladin as he strolls through the front doors, the sounds of playful music and cheers echoing outside as he makes his way inside. His keen eyes scan the room, taking in the various patrons: a hooded, red-skinned orc in the back corner with a black feathered hawk on his arm, an elven woman in the battlegarb of a worshiper of Sarenrae sits alone at another table near the front, a particularly rowdy human in dark brown leather armor at the main bar, his mug raised in a toast. Turning his head to the right the paladin spies a woman in a tricorne, her mane of fiery red locks covering her shoulders, her arms covered in the tattoos, a clay pipe in the corner of her mouth. She gives him a small wink and goes back to making smoke rings drift along the room. The music abruptly stops as he steps into the middle of the tavern, the sudden lack of musi
Inquisitor Kalista, the GraycloakFirst Name: Kalista
House Name: Adaar
Titles: Inquisitor, Graycloak.
Height: 6'4" Weight: 215 lbs.
Eyes: Dark Blue Hair Color: Silver-Gray
Affiliation: The Inquisition
Base of Operations: Mobile, Originally Rivain (Llomerryn)
Vesper - Mother (Deceased, slain by the Arvaarad when she told them where to find her daughter.)Kiran - Father (Deceased)
Briar - A stave fashioned from the black heartwood of an ancient sylvan, known as the Ashen Guardian, that stood watch over the Emerald Graves. The length is darkly iridescent and at times transparent, and is topped with flawless ruby, the gem intertwined in the branches of the staff. Various runes and sigils have been painstakingly carve
Inquisitor Riven, Coldwater SmugglerFirst Name: Riven
Last Name: Lavellan
Titles: Inquisitor, First Mate of the Scarlet Sky
Race: Elf (Dalish)
Class: Rogue (Archer)
Height: 5'7" Weight: 155 lbs.
Eyes: Green Hair: Dark Brown
Affiliation: Scarlet Sky, Coldwater Council
Base of Operations: Tempest Cay (Antiva)
Bow of Winter's Moon - An elegant composite longbow carved from ironbark and inlaid with silver tracery akin to vallaslin. The tips are forged with silverite and the grip is wound with fine leather. The original bow was forged by the elves of Arlathan for Shartan, and is said to have been blessed by Mythal herself. As the ages went on, the bow was passed from owner to owner, and while they passed on the bow stayed strong
Inquisitor Gaelyn, the OathbreakerFirst Name: Gaelyn
Last Name: Trevelyan
Height: 6'2" Weight: 215 lbs.
Eyes: Dark Green Hair Color: Black
Affiliation: The Inquisition, Formerly of the Chevalier Order
Base of Operations: Orlais
Baron Valsin de Trevelyan - FatherBaroness Gloriana de Trevelyan - MotherWeaponry:
Stormbreaker - A longsword forged from white steel taken from the mines of Kal'Sharok and carved with the old Tevinter runes for tempest. Pommel is studded with sapphires. You can almost hear the air hum with the power in those runes along with a faint crackling of lightning. Mark of the Scion - A mysterious amulet that has been passed down the Tr
Infinite Crisis Champions (Designs)Gaslight Bane: Gladiator of the Nobles
"¡Vete al Diablo!"
Bio: A slave from the island prison colony of Santa Prisca, the man known only as Bane became known for his incredible strength brawling for the amusement of the warden. He was bought by the corrupt nobleman, Lord Cobblepot, who quickly saw the potential in the silent man. Bane was an overnight sensation in the Iceberg Club, taking on all comers in gladiatorial matches, dispatching them for the pleasure of the Gotham's elite. Outside of the matches, he became Lord Cobblepot's enforcer, making use of a experimental new herbal "concoction" that increased his strength and stamina almost three-fold.
Universe: Gaslight (Earth-19)
Passive: Gladiator's Heart
I Will Break You!
Nightmare Deathstroke: The Last Hunter
"Give me a real challenge. You're boring me."
War Stories: Earth (Final Confrontation) Part 2-Earth Orbit, Fifth Fleet, SSV Orizaba-
"Wilson! Status report!"
The commanding tones of Rear Admiral Hannah Shepard ring out across the CIC. The young flight lieutenant frantically enters a series of commands into her console altering their course to avoid oncoming Reaper fire. "We have a Reaper capital ship inbound, but it seems to be focusing on the Normandy ma'am. Several more destroyers are following its lead, moving to cut them off."
Hannah's blood runs cold at those words. Hitting a button on the comm, she sends out an emergency signal to all ships nearby. "This is Rear Admiral Hannah Shepard. I need as many ships as I can to clear the road for the Normandy. Please respond."
Static is all she gets in response. She tries again, her graying hair falling over her eyes as she hangs her head over the console. "I repeat, this is Hannah Shepard of the Orizaba. I need assistance in clearing a path for the Normandy. Please respond. Can anyone hear me?"
A voice comes in th
War Stories: Earth (Final Confrontation) Part 1"Never before have so many come together--from all quarters of the galaxy. But never before have we faced an enemy such as this. The Reapers will show us no mercy. We must give them no quarter. They will terrorize our populations. We must stand fast in the face of that terror. They will advance until our last city falls, but we will not fall. We will prevail. Each of us will be defined by our actions in the coming battle. Stand fast. Stand strong. Stand together. Hackett out."
-Aria's Flagship, The Empress-
"We'll be through the relay in two minutes, ma'am."
"Thank you Ahz. Patch me through to my fleet."
The queen of Omega, no longer dressed in the clothes of her station, stands in full Asari battle armor of black and blue, specially made for her, an asari-made Sage rifle strapped to her back, the black and dark purple finish complementing her armor nicely.
She steps forward as her Salarian specialist gives her a nod. She closes her eyes before speaking, "T
Dragon Effect - Chapter Fourteen"It allowed me to forge a man of steel or stone, as flexible and clever as any soldier. As an army, they were invincible. But I told no one the cost...” -Paragon Caridin
"Where is my sister?!?!"
The darkspawn just laughs and twirls the serrated blade in his hand, the laugh sounding gruff and raspy to her elven ears. "You wish to know what happened to the Architect's pet? Why do you care about the dead?"
Velanna blinks for moment, the words sinking in slowly, her face going slack for an instant. "....dead?"
The Defiler gives her a razor-toothed smile in return, "My lord snapped her neck like a twig when she dared speak out against him to the Architect. Serves the elven whore right. But again this one asks.....why do you car--"
His words are cut off as Velanna gives a high-pitched scream of fury, something bordering on primal, as she rushes the darkspawn, staff clutched tightly in her hands, her fingers bone
Dragon Effect - Chapter Thirteen“Atrast nal tunsha - may you always find your way in the dark.” -Paragon Caridin
-The Vigil, Courtyard-
"You have a beautiful place, Commander."
The raven-haired beauty, Miranda Lawson smiles at the Warden Commander as they wander around the courtyard, amidst the various soldiers, merchants, and villagers who have taken up residence since the burning of Amaranthine. The commander leads her to a covered enclosure that looks like an old blacksmith's shop, complete with hearth and forge. A pair of men stand arguing in front of the door that reads Master Wade's Arms and Armor. The red-haired man on the right shakes his head sadly, "Look Garavel. I'm sorry. But Wade won't come out."
Garavel looks up as the Commander approaches, salutes and motions to the shop. "Wade's being temperamental again sir."
"Thanks Garavel. I'll take care of this."
Miranda holds back a few paces as the Warden steps forward, "Herren. What's the matte
GG 2: A Glorious StuffingGrace sat on the couch in the living room reading a book, relaxing by letting herself drift off into her novel. Her bright purple eyes from her contacts flicked back and forth, absorbing each and every word and forming her own world from them. Months had passed since the incident with her sister Gloria that involved her being blackmailed to being her servant. She tried to put the even out of her mind since then though, and continued on with her usual everyday activities. She continued to read in the cozy and dim lit living room until her mother entered the room from hallway.
“Okay Gracie, the food should be about done and we have plenty more in the pantry if you need it.” Her mother said as she pulled her purse over shoulder. It was Friday night and Grace had invited a few friends over for a small get together to celebrate the end of their test week in school. Her parents also decided to have a night out and were going to be gone for quite a while.
Oh thanks mother, that
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 16
Author's note: My sommer holidays just started and I'm in this situation of being overtired, because I watch anime the whole night
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
The life with my crutches is way easier now that have them for a while. Although the pain is not so strong every time I move. That’s why life is more comfortable for me and walking around is not such a big problem any more.
Walking out of my bathroom after doing my hair I slowly make my way over to my bed just when a knock on the door is heard and “I’m coming in.”
Dumbfounded by this sudden intruder I froze in place and watch the door gets opened. This day the one who brings me my breakfast is Akashi.
Stepping inside first he looks at the bed with an emotionless expression. Then he looks worried, because I’m not laying there and after that his features turn angry when he notices me standing on the other side of the room.
PVC Demons - Written InfoAPPEARANCE: Skin and body
Their skin color can be a bright color, but not to the point where its an eye-rape. ( so this means nothing raibow ). Mostly their skin consists of about 3 colors in which one is the main skintone, and the other two the markings.
Usually the main skin tone is a lighter one, while the markings are usually darker.
As for markings, they can vary from stripes, to blotches, to spots, and much more.
They always seem to be having FIVE finger-toes and normal human hands with five fingers, though they're adorned with sharp black claws.
PVC demons get their name for the black PVC clothing they always seem to wear.
Every PVC monster owns a mask, either it be normal or a gas-mask. But its not to hide a foul mouth or anything. They just have a normal mouth really, the only oddity in it being is that they have a black tongue and sharp teeth.
The mask and pants are both ALWAYS black, though it may have some bright colored extra's. ( in example, additiona
Sidathe Esphimel: Bio (Remake)
Name: Sidathe Esphimel
Hometown: Elmysia, the City of Riches
Weight: Hates to reveal
Eyes: Light Blue
Personality Traits: Spoiled, selfish, sarcastic, rude and immature. She is mean in the outside but inside, she has a soft side and is kindhearted and cares about others but always hides her sweet nature. She shows that she has a fondness of foxes and wants one of her own someday.
Likes: Treasure, money, being wealthy, foxes, having whatever she wants, eating course meals with no limit.
Dislikes: Poor quality products, being called "cute", not getting things her way, being poor, not eating enough food courses to satisfy her hunger.
Attributes: She is an expert katana user with excellent melee skills is sword fighting combat. She is atheletic and agile.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence gets the best of her,
Revenge-Behind the ScenesAdrian looked at the ground. "Well...you see...Jordan and I were very close..." he smiled slightly. "And...we found that we are alike." Adrian looked up at the brothers as his eyes flashed a familiar, haunting crimson.
"CUT!!!" Velvet yelled into her megaphone. Backstage workers came onto set and began to gather props and roll out the scenery.
"Jordan!?" Adrian exclaimed before kneeling down on the grave Jordan was buried under.
"Can someone get me out?" Jordan's muffled reply called, and two men began to dig away the dirt that was placed above him and his coffin.
Velvet got up from her seat and brought the megaphone to her mouth. "That's a wrap!" she called before heading towards the dressing rooms of the stars of Revenge. She had just finished her sequel to the famous story, and she had plans for a third.
The young fox hybrid fixed the beret on her head and knocked on Dan's door. There was then a series of self-praises and laughs from the
Testing Ch.3 (Revenge Back/Side Story)The next morning, Jordan awoke to voices outside of his room. He sat up and looked around, realizing he was still in Dan's lab. He figured Dan was discussing with his parents.
Quietly, Jordan got out of bed and approached the door before cracking it open. He peered outside, and he saw Dan standing before the door talking to Herobrine and Katharine. Jordan stayed quiet and remained hidden behind the door, listening in on their conversation.
"...I don't think punishment is helping his condition," Dan said, fixing his glasses. "Sheobadr seems to get energy from what he feels. If his emotions get too out of control, it could become dangerous."
Katharine glanced at Herobrine, who remained silent.
Dan looked down at the floor. "I still wish to experiment on him. He's not willing to go back as of now. Of course, you can always try to get him back, but I doubt there will be high success," he put in.
"We still want to talk to him." Herobrine replied.
"Very well," Dan said, stepping aside.
-JUEVES 3:00 AM-
-Agencia Secreta num.15-
Sonidos proviniendo de los computadores en esa gran sala, maquinas, armas, todo lo que un buen espía utiliza, sin olvidar los relojes para que vean la hora exacta. Varias personas trabajaban a pesar de que era muy temprano, una jovencita de aproximadamente unos 19 años iba directamente a la sala de prácticas, donde se encontró con una chica pelirroja que practicaba la puntería de sus armas, mirándola con asombro, ver como jalaba el gatillo y daba muy cerca del blanco exactamente, con el minúsculo sonido de su voz, volteo de inmediato mostrándola en la mira haciendo que esta diera un pequeño salto.
-¡BAJA TUS ARMAS FLYNN!- Dijo mientras se cubría la cara con sus manos.
-Ah, eres tú-
Comenzó a bajar sus armas, de eso soplo su flequillo haciendo que se levantara y quedara como normalmente lo tiene, guarda sus armas en su cinturón que estaba alrededor
Beryl's GlyphsBy: D. R. Nyan-chan
What are Glyphs?:
The type of glyphs Beryl uses are like circuits for magical energy. The design created via a magical medium (glyph sticks in Beryl's case) determines the effect and a small bit of compatible energy is all that's needed to serve as the trigger. Most glyphs are one-time use, but there are exceptions and variations to the trigger conditions such as a time delay or dead man's switch.
There are also glyphs that are aligned with a certain element and in order to work, they require at least a symbiotic association with said element. For example, a water user can activate a wind or ice elemental glyph, but not a fire or lightning type. Beryl doesn't have to worry about this due to her Chaos alignment being practically universal.
If some phenomenon is preventing magic from being used, glyphs can still be drawn, but will usually remain dormant. Likewise, glyphs that depend on internal power supplies lose their effec
Bucky X Reader: Facing My Demons (part 3)The drive was just as long as it had been before. Bucky stayed quiet in his seat, his eyes staring at the road ahead. The conversation was very limited so you started fiddling with the radio. You weren't one to listen to music during car rides since you thought it was distracting, but this time you wanted something to help loosen the quiet tension in the air. Bucky paid no mind to your constant dial twisting so you assumed he was okay with it.
You flipped through several stations, pop, country, rock, and even some good 80's music, but when you flipped past a classical station Bucky quickly asked you to turn it back on.
You did as he asked and listened as Frank Sinatra's voice filled the car as he sang 'Our Love'. Boy, how old was this station?! This was something your grandparents would've listened to. You almost wondered aloud but looked over and saw that Bucky was no longer sitting stiffly in his seat, looking ahead at the endless road. Instead he was leaning back, his shoulders ease
Multiplayer Original Characters: Engineer ClassName: Centurion
Colors: Black with Green symbols over body, red light.
Weaponry: Geth Plasma SMG, Arc Pistol
Gear: Vulnerability VI
Heavy Melee: Shield Pulse
Geth TurretHunter ModeAdvanced Hardware
Race: Quarian (Male)
Colors: Blue-Green armor
Weaponry: Geth Spitfire, M-451 Firestorm
Gear: Warfighter Package
Heavy Melee: Pyro-Blade
Arc GrenadesIncineration TechTactical Scan
Name: Kayta Brenatta
Class: N7 Demolisher (Engineer)
Race: Human (Russian Descent)
Colors: Dark Green and Black Armor
Weaponry: N7 Piranha, M-25 Hornet
Gear: Expert Package
Heavy Melee: Explosive Punch
Supply PylonHoming Grenades (Dual bursts)Arc Grenades
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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