mythical roleplay :)

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    • *senses the wind change as i settle down and stop crying**ears perk up as i hear one single cry for help**run to where i hear that cry from not even wiping my tears from crying**jumps into the second level room where i heard the cry thankful the window was opened**rushes to james and looks at him in horror*please dont be dead too*stares and notices the faint movement of his chest**looks at him wondering why he is on the floor**notices the faint mark in his shoulder**licks his sholuder to find out what poison this is(cant be affected by poison because my body is immuned to any poison)**smiles as i know what poison this is and digs through the bag that i was collecting herbs with**finds what im looking for and crushes it up*look im sorry james for what i have to do but this is the only way it will work*chews the herbs then looks at james grabs his face and kisses him forcing the medicine to go down his throat**lets go once it goes down then looks at him worried knowing it will work but if he will know i had to kiss him to get it in his system**feels more presences near by so i sit down near james and aim at where i feel the presences ready to defend him if needed*
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      By: Pewdiepie
    • *points my weapon at her*He is fine i dont want anyone near him though because he could have side effects.
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      By: Pewdiepie
    • Character profile:

      Name: Cyrus Rhodes
      Race: Nephilim (half angel, half demon)
      Appearance: Pale skin, heterochromia (right eye orange, left eye blue), tall, slim, long dark hair, narrow face, clothes: think mad hatter.
      Personality: Incredibly selfish and mistrustful, though ferociously loyal to friends. Has a strong dislike for typically evil supernatural creatures, especially demons and vampires.

      Abilites: Superhuman strength, fast healing factor, wings (one black one white) hidden under his coat most of the time, can detect the presence of any supernatural beings, magically swap places with people (not objects)

      Weapons: A grey broadsword, alongside anything he can find.

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      A few bright shards of light flashed past his head as he scrambled through the plants that littered the forest floor. The footsteps and shouts behind him grew louder by the second as they came closer and closer. Cyrus had been running for almost as hour now, his pace only slowing once he reached the edge of the treeline. He didn't know how the humans had caught his trail; he was always so scrupulous in making sure not to leave any evidence of his presence when he had to move through towns. And yet here he was, being hunted like game by more humans than he dared to face alone. Cyrus' eyes widened. There were more people like him nearby. Not Nephilim, but not human either. He sprinted in their direction, hoping to find safety in numbers, or at the very least, someone else to throw into harms way to save himself.
    • After hearing a lot of commotion from outside, I lauched myself out of the nearest window, and glided down to where I heard the exessive amount noise coming from. I saw a nephilim running from a group of humans, heading straight to us.

      "Nice going, dickhead!", I called, "you've lead them straight to us!"

      I withdrew my sythe and sped towards the humans, and began to tear them apart, blood splattering everywhere.

      "Don't just stand there, half breed! HELP!"
      formally thejoker123
    • A demon. Depsite his views on them, he should really assist the person keeping bloodthirsty humans off his back. "Half breed," he muttered. A polite as any demon he'd met, then.
      Cyrus drew his broadsword and charged into the fray, cleaving humans limb from limb - perhaps not with the visceral glee of the demon, but effective nonetheless.
    • Grand daughter to the Devil himself. Cyrus wonderd how much good karma he would get if he were to just drive his sword through her heart right now. Probably a lot, in his books. He rolled his eyes at her answer and resolved to leave that decision to later - saving his life had earned her at least a little longer.

      "My name is Cyrus."