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This all sounds pretty good, hopefully you'll garner some more interest.

Seems quite interesting, if not ambitious. If you're willing to commit to this consider myself interested. The most pressing question in mind is how the, for lack of a better word, 'mechanics' of the RP will work. Nation style RP's generally require some decent underlying rules to really make...

Objectively speaking, Chaotic Good is probably the best alignment to aim for in life.

The former.

Ahh, shitty. Seems to be the fate of these sort of RP's.

I see that you're full, but if you need another player for whatever reason I'll be down for this.

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"Shit!" Lance almost jumped as the dressed crashed to the ground, his eyes darting frantically for a glimpse of the creature. "This is going to be mor-" The swordman was interrupted by the screech of the creature, turning around with longsword braced just quick enough to catch his blade in the...

Lance assumed a defensive stance, holding his sword close as if about to brace a charge, "Yeah, I saw it." the swordsman whispered and took a cautious step towards to dresser, looking back to his partner picking up some sort of metal container, "We got it trapped, I don't want to risk it getting...

Lance scanned the dusty interior of the pawn shop, it was about as spooky on the inside as its exterior had suggested. Dark and filled with an assortment of kitschy knickknacks that even the most sentimental of grandparents would be embarrassed to own. Only one item really took the hunter's...

-Work In Progress- Fabian Dode, Witch of the Grey River "." (Played by @Isaac) Race: Human. Age: 23. Sex: Male. Appearance: Traits: River Rat: Healer: Diabolist: : Magic Arts: Equipment: Biography: Other: Signature:

I too am of the interest.

Papa bless.

Papa bless.

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Zack couldn't help but stare at the festering limb for as long as it was uncovered, what was once unease quickly replaced with concern, "What in all that is- Just, fuck!" Whatever inkling of 'professionalism' the dealer still possessed quickly evaporated, "My fucking- That's some serious shit...

Zack regarded the marionette with a wary eye, not exactly sure what to make of it or its strange master. He held the gaze for a long, silent moment before reaching back into his bike's saddlebag. 'No questions asked' was a stringent policy of his, no matter how much his psyche screamed to know...

Zack stood hanging around a poorly-lit street corner, face buried deep within a dark hoodie. His bike was carefully posed behind him as to look intimidating and be easily accessible should things turn sour. Fontainbleu was hardly the man's haunt of choice. The air was fetid, rank with what he...