Dark_Fang (Level 4)

It's me Blindside. Very little animal-human hybrid presence on the Vice, so here's to a glorious kickstarting of a manimal revolution!
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Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Taking A Break/Leaving/New Thread

I'm BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!

Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Universal Armageddon: OOC

@Zenrei_Masamune:  I disagree with your disagreement.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Chemical Warfare Ooc

Posted also. Army of dogs FTW!

And Blitz and Krieg will now be with Trace forever.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Chemical Warfare RPG

Romolus paused. "WHAT IS THAT?!" Trace dodged a projectile tht struck the wall right behind where his head had just been. A sizzling sound suggested acid. He started sprinting on all fours down the street towards the monster that had just spit at him.

"Big, ugly and spits acid? I'm going to guess a mutant." He was almost to it, and leaped up high, much higher than the mutant. He started coming down, stretching out both arms. "Look out bel-nnnnn!!!!!" He yelled as the massive hand struck him. He caught a glimpse of the thing that hit him before landing in a tangle of arms and legs. Damn! Where's that backup! He thought, as a greyhound sprinted past him and towards the mutants, closely followed by a somewhat slower pair of Dobermanns. Dogs flew out of the shadows and started savaging the mutants.

"Here they come." Romolus said in Trace's head. Trace began to ask who, before a small wolf head appeared, looking concerned at him. The wolf opened its mouth and growled. Trace understood it was asking him if he was alright. A short growl back satisfied the wolf, and Trace pulled his body up off the ground. Another wolf slunk towards him. The second one, larger than the first, started growling.

"Master Romolus. It is I, Krieg, and my brother, Blitz. We have returned to your side, as always." Trace was confused. A sentence formed inside his head, and he said it in English.

"Thank you, humble servant. You may help me." The wolf who had identified himself as Krieg looked across at his brother, who growled and barked deeply at him. The wolf nodded and Trace pointed, Krieg's abilities coming to his memories instantly. "Krieg, there is a mutant up there. Half frog, half gorilla and he spits acid. Help the other canines attack him." Without confirming he had heard the orders, Krieg sprinted off. Trace turned to the other wolf. "Blitz, with me." The other wolf followed close behind as Trace looked for the others who were fighting the mutants. He turned a corner and saw a boy, the one who had disected the mutant with the spikes. He approached, hands at shoulder height. "Need some help?" He asked politely. If a conversation was started with that question, the other was more likely to offer help as well.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » The Pharaoh's Book: Occ

Present and ready to kick some undead @$$
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Chemical Warfare RPG

Romolus was happy that Trace's body struck Chemical Zion powerfully. "Told ya so." A boy, maybe fifteen years old, stumbled towards the wolf-god from the shadows. The child raised his arm and pointed at him, laughing, giggling a high laugh. "What the-?" Romolus wondered, as Trace leaped to the side, rolling and standing back up, locked in a defensive stance. The arc of black flames struck the ground where he had been moments before. "Do it." Romolus commanded, and Trace acted on instinct, waiting for the boy's next attack. Again he let loose his ridiculous laugh, and pointed. As the black flames entered Trace's field of vision, he moved, running in a long curve, stopping when he slid and scissor kicked the boy's shins. He was on the pyrokinetic in a moment, one arm over the boy's chest, a long wickedly curved index claw at his throat.

"Everybody stop!" Trace yelled, pressing the claw to the flesh of the boy's neck. He looked at Chemical Zion. "Give up, or I'm going to cut this boy's throat from ear to ear. You understand me, motherf#cker?" The boy started laughing again, and Trace threw him, leaping straight up at the same time. A powerful explosion of intense black flames where he had just been. He dropped down again, his hands curled into fists. "Do not...Mess with me, kid." He blinked, sending out a wave of telepathic energy. Pretty soon, he would have an army of canines at his assistance.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Chemical Warfare Ooc

Posted also.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Chemical Warfare RPG

 Trace stretched. "I don't see the necessity of being in Vegas, Trace." Trace chuckled as the wolf god Romolus spoke inside his head. His short brown hair was in immaculate condition, as he pulled on a pair of leather gloves with the fingers removed. 
 
"Dontcha see, Rom? With your intelligence, and my infallible poker face, we have won over one hundred thousand dollars last night alone." A slight rumble sounded from the wolf god. "I know, I know. And when the freak shows up, I'll take him. Now, if you'll excuse me, the blackjack table awaits." A snarl, and Trace snatched up the remote. "Geez, Rom, chillax." He jabbed a button with his thumb and the news came on. "You're making me watch this sh!t?"  


"Yes." The mutant Chemical Zion was indeed here. "My calculations were impeccable." The god of wolves seemed proud of himself as Trace sped towards the stairs. His feet thundered as he rushed down to the ground floor, beholding the hotels casino. A guy in a white shirt with blue vertical stripes and a burgundy blazer touched Trace's shoulder. 

"Would Mr. Faolan like a martini whilst he gambles?" Trace shook his head, before starting to run out the door. 
 
"Something important just came up, gotta go!" He ran down the street and into an alleyway. Romolus was starting the shift. Trace’s fists clenched, then opened, his nails replaced with vicious claws. Dense brown fur started to sprout all over his body, and his face began to pull and twist into a wolf’s muzzle. He dropped to his knees, his powerful hands slapping the ground loudly. After a moment, he climbed back to his feet, a new being altogether.

The wolf man’s keen eyes stared calmly. “Chemical Zion has no chance.” The being known as Dark Fang grunted. He sprinted out into the glaring sunlight, moving as a lumbering, hulking monster straight out of a Hollywood blockbuster. In a few minutes, Romolus stared down the battle. Trace moved the bulky form towards the battle. One of them seemed to be throwing projectiles at the one who was undoubtedly Chemical Zion.

“Trace, kill the mutant now.”

 
“Hold up. I’m going to let those guys wear each other out.”

 

“NO! Attack NOW!!!” Romolus forced the body forwards, and Trace realised he was too close to the battle, and had to attack now. In a moment, a slight push off the ground and he was airborne, his shoulder aiming for Chemical Zion’s ribcage. If he hit, the battle should be over pretty quick.

Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Chemical Warfare Ooc

@Chemical_Zion: Cool thanks.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Quoting your Character

"Name's Trace, but you can call me Fang."

Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Chemical Warfare Ooc

Need to use this character for something, am I cool to join this?

Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Raseri's Bio

So Super Query, am I right?
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » The Company

Trace wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and seems to be satisfied for the moment, before diving back into the depths of the fridge, eating almost anything that he saw, without paying any attention to anything else.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Quoting your Character

Romolus: "I am almighty! I am untouchable! I am the god of wolves!"
Trace: (as he is being surrounded) "Totally not the time for that, Rom."
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » The Company

Trace goes through the Company's cupboards and fridges and freezers. Eventually he finds a raw steak and begins to tear off large chunks with his teeth, growling viciously as he does so.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » The Ember Inside OOC

@Kuma_From_Argentina: That is partially my fault I guess.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » The Company

Trace strolls in.
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » Dark Fang's Bio

@Mesamia: Cos koalas are over powered. If you'd like, I will have a koala-human NPC.
 
 
And gotta use this somewhere. Just hope this gif works.
 
Post by Dark_Fang (28 posts) See mini bio Level 4

RPG » The Company

@Mesamia: "That makes sense." Trace agreed. "I would rule with an iron fist!" Trace chuckled. "But Rom, that's you."
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