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TimeMasterX

Hey, I hope its not too late to join.

Name: Jomandar
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Appearance: Green eyes, long dark hair, wears brown garments and a long blue cloak that looks ragged. Tall, well-built, wears black boots. Pale white skin, lost his middle finger on his right hand. He wears a gold ring on three of his remaining fingers. Has many scars on his body, only one on his face that goes through his left eye.
Powers: Cannot age (Not immortal. Can be harmed/killed by combat or diseases just as easily as anyone else.)
Weapons: Two short swords and a dagger in each boot.
History: Even he himself doesn't know how old he is and has not yet revealed where he came from.
From an early age Jormandar journeyed throughout the world, taking in everything it has to offer. He has forgotten more than others have learnt in their whole lives.
Lately he has decided to settle down, he came to this area expecting a friendly greeting. Instead he was chased out of the village, his posessions (apart from his clothes and weapons) taken from him. He is currently wandering in an area close to the cave.

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farag0n

(( Heh we haven't even started yet so you're not late at all ))

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kain222

(( I'm confused on the time period, technology and fashion wise... ))

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angel1234

(basically its more of a sword and bow erra)

im still workin on the first post... mostly cause i fell alseep and let my dog eat the first copy... and no its not an excuse... he likes to tear random crap up...

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farag0n

(( Sure he does ))

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TimeMasterX

(lol, poor dog.) :P

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angel1234

(poor dog? poor me! ...and i'm dead serious he eats anything he can get his teeth around)

Erick woke up as the sun peeked into the cave, he stood up, and stretched himself out. it was already around 10 am but he didnt care, he slowly walked out of the cave, yawning "a beautiful day" he smiled watching a bird fly off, he sighed "sorry birdy, im hungry" he said stretching his arm out and diging in the nest, picking out 4 eggs.

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farag0n

(( Ok, ok I believe you . How long have they been in the cave though? Just wondering if they already know each other ))

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TimeMasterX

Jormandar had walked all night, away from the village. He had followed the directions of a slightly more friendly wanderer. He had been told to travel this way and he would meet extraordinary people, he saw someone in the distance. The young man looked like he was picking something from a tree.
Jormundar walked further until he was within view.

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kain222

Name: Giddan Juumo
Age: 16
Gender: Male.
Appearance: The youth is around 5 and a half feet in height. His hair is blood-red with silver, white streaks. A slightly scrawny face sits atop his neck, his eyebrows the same, unattural silver. He has odd, unexplainable tattoes engraved into his arms, and tends to wear red, silk-like bandages around his torso. An allways unsettiling insanity seems to glint within his eyes.



((Basicley, that, but without the exposed nipples. ))

Powers: Giddan is able to invade other's minds, read them, destroy them, twist them. He has an un-explainable and insane psych that seems to reflect in his skitzophrenic personality, and is the kind of guy you'd expect to suddenly flip and murder everyone in sight. The more he uses his power, the further he slips into the grasp of insanity. (I hope this is fine as a substitute for his body deteriorating as a consequence of using his power.)

Weapons: Nothing but his bare fists and his mind.

History:

Giddan hears voices.

Ever since the boy was young, he's been driven mad by the sounds of constantly whispering, jibbering and busy voices in his head. His parents didn't know about it, until he woke up one morning to find them on the floor. Dead, their eyes misted over. Their bodies twitching.

It was you... The voices said, cackling madly, You killed them.

He couldn't do anything but run, run away from the noise. The voices. Everything. Eventually, he came across a cave of survivors. Those like him, their voices were nice. Soothing, relaxing. They understood his pain.

Thought the malicous voices still remained, gibbering madly in his mind.

(( Lets see, I have an antisocial unenthusastic and pessemist character, a normal character with a past that nearly drove him to insanity, and now I have this character, a complete looney.

I think i'll enjoy this. >;3 ))

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Kill them. You know you want to. The voices taunted. Giddan shut them out, he had found a home, and he intended to stay with them. He groaned, clutching his head in the corner of the cave. "Leave me alone.." He murmered, his voice just under a whisper. And the voices subsided. He stood up, his eyes glinting with bloodthirst for a few seconds, before he moved outside.

Giddan peered at the new arrival, frowning. He didn't like new people, he didn't like them atall. New people ment change, he hated change. He just wanted to be left alone, he just wanted to be left alone, and he'd kill everyone, EVERYONE!

He suddenly snapped back to sanity. The only visible evidence of the short internal conflict was a slight twitch in his hands and bloodthrist entering them, before residing back to normal.

"Hi." He said in a shakey voice.

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