DreamWeaver (Level 12)

Jack Merridew. Yes. He is fab and it hurts. #LordOfTheFlies http://t.co/wDA8OCrk
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Off-Topic » your real race(white,black,ect..)

Scottish, English, French, and probably in a past life Spanish or Japanese seeing as I have some strange obsession with those cultures.
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RPG » Wizarding School Of What The Hell - OOC

@Lobos_Del_Rayo: All of his emotion? Heh.... heh... *wrings hands together* Herp de derp. Oh I have plans  for Crow. XD
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RPG » Mr Asshole's Bio

@MrASSH0LE: Yes that means it's good. *dances as well*
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RPG » Mr Asshole's Bio

Actually, not a bad bio. lol
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RPG » Wizarding School Of What The Hell - OOC

Posted! It's not a good story without fluffy romance! XD
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RPG » Wizarding School Of What The Hell - RPG

"Father wasn't like you at all." Caius explained. "I mean, first of all he didn't have that awful blonde hair of yours. He was smart, like me. And cunning like me. Both of which you are not." Caius smiled from behind the bars of the cell. "Of course, he was equally as incestuous as you. But yet again he didn't kill his cousin after f*cking her." Kaine glared at Caius with two sharp eyes and hissed. Beside Kaine was a familiar man. Pale skin, black hair, black suit, and red eyes. A demon, the one Kaine had contracted with. He seemed unaffected by the conversation.
 
"And you think I care?" Kaine retorted. "I never want to be like Father. After all, he did birth a monster like you." The blonde boy jumped at the bars and grabbed them, causing Caius to jump. "Father was a disgrace to the family. He was as much of a whore as you are, which is probably the reason I was born. He was equally as insane and inhumane as you. Not to mention the man was a pillow-biter like you. The only reason you and I were born was probably because his ass got sore."  Kaine stuck his tongue out and sneered.
 
"If only I had my wand." Caius whispered, snatching Kaine's tongue with his finger tips. "I would freeze these bars and stick your tongue to them. Then, heat up the bars until the ice melts and your tongue burns." The boy let go of Kaine, who retreated back and sat pompously on the chair next to Caius' cell. "So tell me, bastard. Why am I still alive?"
 
Kaine tossed his head back and chuckled. "Because I want you to watch your friends die in front of you." Caius pouted and then laughed with his brother. "I couldn't care less for those guys. Honestly. Read my mind if you like." Caius retorted and continued to laugh. But as soon as his brother began to speak, Caius' laughter stopped.  
 
"It's not those people that matter to me. It's the cowboy. Crow. I know how you feel about him." Kaine replied.
 
"That? That's simply a joke. It amuses me to see him so embarrassed. I don't really care about him. There's nothing romantic about him." Caius said.
 
"Oh? But that isn't true.... is it?"
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RPG » Wizarding School Of What The Hell - OOC

@Lobos_Del_Rayo: Haha win!
I'll see if I can post soon. This hot weather is making me laaazy. XD
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RPG » Wizarding School Of What The Hell - OOC

Posted. Dun dun dun duuuuunnnn
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RPG » Wizarding School Of What The Hell - RPG

After the events of last night, Caius should have been dead to the world, but instead he stayed up all night pacing back and forth, and when morning came, he sounded insane. Caius' surprisingly loud and shrill screech woke up everybody in the Slytherine dorms. Caius' friend, Daniel grabbed Caius by the shoulders and spun him around. "Calm down Caius!" He snapped. "What's wrong with you?" Caius nearly slapped his 'imaginary' friend, but checked his temper. Caius kept his cursed eye closed. Just because it was partially his Dream World, the people in it had a mind of their own. Revealing his curse could prove deadly in such a setting.
 
"My eye patch." He mumbled. "Where is it?" Daniel shook his head, he hadn't seen it. Nor had anyone else. "First my brother tries to kill me and now I can't check my powers." Caius frowned and changed into his school clothes. "I'm going to class." He snapped, and slammed the door behind him. His first class was Defence Against the Dark Arts, with Jack. Good. He thought. We must plan our next move. But carefully. When Caius arrived to class, he was grumpy, exhausted and 30 minutes early. "Professor?" He called. "Damn it Jack, are you here?" He waited and there was no answer. Caius marched to the 'Professor's' office and pushed the door open. Luckily, somebody was inside. Unluckily, it wasn't Jack. It was Caius' father.
 
"Never bring the dead back to life.... not even in your dreams." Caius mumbled as his eyes stared at the man in front of him. His father looked exactly like him. Black hair that shimmered blue with the flickering of the candle light, and his sky blue eyes were ice cold but warmth lie deep beneath them. "I did not do this..." He breathed. Caius' father stood up and Caius slowly backed away, until he slammed into somebody.
 
"Well, well, well. The late Earl Weaver, and the new one." A familiar voice said, it's sickly taunting tone seemed to mock the fear rising in Caius' chest.
 
"Yes." Caius said, slowly turning around and stifling his fear. "The new Earl Weaver, the late one, and the pitiful Weaver bastard." And suddenly Caius and his half-brother Kaine stood face to face. Caius' eye glowed a vibrate purple, pulsing with his anger. "Who would have guessed, Kaine? Smart move disguising yourself as me. Well, the me I wished I could be. But you made a fatal mistake." 
 
"And what was that?" The blonde spat.
 
"I hate curly hair. Why on earth would I give myself curly hair? Besides, it doesn't run in the family. No matter how hard I try, I will not beat genetics." Caius explained.
 
Kaine guffawed, and tossed his blonde hair back as he laughed. "How do you know this is really me?" He asked. "I could be another vision. Like father behind you." Caius felt a cold hand on his shoulder as the vision of the dead man snatched him. He can't hurt me. This is just a dream. I make the rules. Suddenly Kaine laughed. "What cute lies you tell yourself, Caius. I know how much father frightened you. I'm safe because I know you would risk hurting yourself on the off chance you could change." Kaine's face morphed into that of Daniel's, but Caius was unaffected.
 
"I know it's really you." Caius snapped. "It is impossible to rid of your Faustian mark. Your tongue is glowing with that cursed yellow pentagram." Caius laughed, then squealed as the vision of his father snatched him by the wrists. "Silly move in my Dream World." Caius chuckled. With the blink of his eyes the vision of his father was gone and it was just Kaine and himself. "Projection is your weak spot. Shall I test your battling skills?" 
 
Caius swung his arm up and unleashed an unprecedented blast of energy, throwing Kaine into a bookshelf. With a clatter of pages and a loud grunt, Kaine drifted out of consciousness.  Weak. Caius thought. But his victory was short lived as Caius was knocked unconscious by a large and demonic looking man. The next thing Caius knew, he was locked up in a telekineticly barred dungeon. No telepathy or telekinesis could pass through or destroy the walls around him.
 
Caius sighed and took his head in his hands. "Balls...." He hissed.
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RPG » Bluestone Tournament RPG Fighting Thread

Caius’ lips turned up into a cheeky smile. “Check, check.” He said into the microphone, when he was satisfied it was on, he took it off the stand and jumped up onto the commentator’s table. “Ladies, gentlemen, boys, girls, and people I don’t care about: Hello and welcome to the Bluestone Fighting Tournament, where men and women alike fight for my love.” The twelve-year-old declared, his solitary blue eye smiling at the confused crowd. “Not really, but who knows?” Caius chuckled and sat down on the table, crossing one leg over the other.

 

“This is our first tight of the tournament! On the right… well, my right, your left, we have Raseri! Yes, that mighty looking man pumping his fist in the air. Is he compensating or does he really have big hands?” Caius paused to blow a kiss to Raseri. “And on my left, and your right, we have Martyrdom! Similarly minded to myself, although much more French and he’s not nearly as cute.”

 

Caius stood back up once more and pulled out a blue handkerchief out of his pocket and struck a pose reminiscent of flag girls in car races. “The fight begins on three. Make sure to play nice boys.” Caius chuckled innocently. “One. Two Three!”

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RPG » The Bluestone Tournament RPG (O.O.C.)

I was wondering if Caius could be a commentator or perhaps a judge or something?
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RPG » Blissful Thorns Nightclub

@UnHoLy_CruSadE: Caius laughed cutely and crossed his arms over his chest. "Changing perception of reality is child's play my dear. I could, if I wanted to, but that is dreadfully boring." Caius explained. Caius looked up at Hearse's cigarette. "Second hand smoke kills. It's actually much worse than inhaling the smoke directly. Have you heard of dimethylnitrosamine? A carcinogen, it causes cancer. First hand smokers inhale about 5.3 to 43 nanograms of the stuff, while second hand smokers inhale 680 to 823 nanograms. And then there's all sorts of nasty chemicals that the second hand smoker gets, which can be up to 10 times more than what the actual smoker receives." Caius smiled innocently and the cigarette in Hearse's mouth fell to the floor, smothered by telekinetic energy. "Go ahead and turn your lungs into charcoal, but don't do the same to mine. Due to my youth, these effects will harm me a tenfold. I'd like to outlive my current life expectancy."
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RPG » Blissful Thorns Nightclub

@UnHoLy_CruSadE: "Ah, it seems you haven't heard the rumours about the Weaver family and it's current heir, me." Caius chuckled. "You see, human contact makes finding out all your little secrets much easier, but if I wanted, I could do it from the other end of the room." Caius glared up at Hearse with one large blue eye. "I'm a Velikaia, which means I can read minds, alter memories, create and destroy worlds created from your dreams." Caius summarized. The young boy slowly stepped closer to Hearse, and air of lasciviousness surrounded the strange Weaver boy. "I can make you do... what ever I want." He whispered.
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RPG » Blissful Thorns Nightclub

@UnHoLy_CruSadE: Caius fiddled with the string of his eye patch has he leaned in close to the woman he was speaking with. The young boy whispered into her ear, his lips just brushed her ear and suddenly she froze in place, eye glazed over a drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. "So she doesn't know about Kaine." Caius sighed, referring to his older half-brother. The man from outside seemed to have entered the club. By far, he was the most interesting man. "You look dreadfully out of place, darling." Caius said, approaching Hearse. "With that sadist getup you'll find more than stares here." Caius grinned devilishly and then glared at the bartender from across the room, who slowly nodded as if her were in a trance. "My name is Caius Weaver." The young boy said, taking Hearse's hand and shaking it. "You look like you could use a drink, Hearse." Caius stated as the bartender approached then carrying a beer. "That's for you, on me." 
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RPG » Blissful Thorns Nightclub

@UnHoLy_CruSadE
Caius' stepped to the side as blood sprayed across the alleyway. The 12 year old looked up at the shooter and frowned. "How tasteless. You could have gotten blood on my coat." Caius licked his lips and winked as he passed Hearse and opened up the door to Zella's club, tearing off his coat revealing unnaturally short shorts for a young boy, knee high boots, fishnet stockings and a 19th century styled double breasted coat.
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RPG » RPG Ideas Thread

@Lobos_Del_Rayo: You shouldn't have left your drink with him. XD
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RPG » RPG Ideas Thread

@Lobos_Del_Rayo: I have a good idea for an rpg. Crow wakes up, completely hung over, and tries to piece together the fragments of last night.... He don't wana know what happened. XD
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RPG » Wizarding School Of What The Hell - OOC

Posted! Mines kinda short, but it ads tension.
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