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Virtues: Protective: His thing are his property and will stop at nothing to get it back. This includes his baby doll, mess with her and he will be right there getting ready to throw a punch or worse. He will go to the extremes to protect what belongs to him. Street Smart: Being on the streets has taught him many things. This would include popping a few locks when needed or making a quick escape if he was made. Voodoo is very perceptive, learned to read people so that he could sick his lady on them to make a small fortune of them. Master Bartender: Learned to make drinks on the s

Profile: Username: Voodoo Real name: Johnathon Booker Casey Age: 27 Gender: Male Height: 6'1" Background: Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan where he was placed in the foster system by social services taking him away from his drug addictive mother. Father was never present in his life. After his 16th birthday and his 5th foster family he ran and never looked back. He was a problem child, and no one could handle him. Made a living stealing what he needed, avoiding the red and blue lights that followed in his path. By the age of 18 he was a known fugitive that no one could

Raven Hollow Schoolhouse Sunset The schoolhouse stood silent among the trees, and the lack of sound was strangely unsettling. For so many years, the schoolhouse had been alive with laughter, voices raised in song, and the merry clang of the bell signaling the day's beginning and end. But there was no laughter, and no voices; the final rays of the dying sun shot straight through the gap where the bell once hung. Now the tower stood empty, as empty as the rest of the building's single room. Shattered glass turned the school's windows into the gaping maws of sharp-toothed monsters, and t

Raven Hollow Cemetery Midnight Once, Raven Hollow's cemetery had been beautiful. Perhaps it was strange to call a field of buried bodies beautiful, but no other adjective fit it quite so well. Each headstone gleamed, scrubbed until the carved letters seemed to shimmer as they reflected the sunlight. Wildflowers swayed between the rows, bees and butterflies alike flitting between the brightly colored blooms. Tall, healthy trees cast their shade, their leaves aflame with the colors of an eternal autumn. It was a resting place befitting the lives of lost loved ones, thanks entirely to Da

Crafting 9/27/25 Result: +43XP (13, +6+12+12), -5 Materials, Rare Clothing (1) Available for Craft: Tier 1 Rare Clothing

Welcome back to Raven Hollow. The rumor mill tells of a haunted town, hidden deep in the forest of Floor 28*. Originally, it was shared as a sort of joke, discussed while planning pranks and secret get-aways. But the tale darkened with stories of players venturing to the town, and never returning. With Halloween approaching, there will no doubt be a steady stream of players going to celebrate the season in this festive location. Some go out of curiosity, true believers in the strange phenomenon that are said to have happened there. Others, who are more skeptical, plan to debunk these rumo

She eyed him curiously. Raidou had awoken something inside her that had wished to break free. The longing feeling of being known, cared for, loved, spoken to, smiled at, gently, kindly, sincerely; everything she had buried deep began to appear as more than a distant, foolish wish. Another gentle smiled was offered his way as he expressed his intent to see her embrace greater things. Hey eyes watched him as he dove into the sights that surrounded them. Slowly, her gaze befell the world around them. Taking a deep breath she took it all in. No, not surveying, mapping, notating, analyzing. No

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♪♫♪ Virtues Coy | Ecstasy has an allure that supersedes and undermines refusal. The slightest twist of a lip, the bat of an eyelash and a paint of some ruby red lipstick. She's a bombshell and she knows it. Charismatic | Leora has a way with words, both with a mic and without. The woman has talked herself out of all manner of tits up situations, mainly with the fuzz. A spoon full of honey, and the prime cuts of speech can move mountains and avoid a jail cell. Crafty | Ecstasy has a knack for trouble of all shapes and sizes. On the streets of Detroit, she learned to pick locks and ho

Profile: Username: Ecstasy Real name: Leora Marie Casey Age: 26 Gender: Female Height: 5'7 Background: Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan to fickle parents that would quickly pawn her off. It was a hard knock life, one of many a fist fight and removed earrings. But it surely toughened her up. At the age of 13, she was 'donated' to her grand parents given she was becoming too much of a burden. Her given name was Lianne Veronica Taylor, but after all the bull shit she was put through had her quickly rebrand and disband that of her parents. Yet the mean streak and questionabl

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A release of her hand, the man swelled with pride to the fact she had already made strides to supersede such a trapped outlook. Its odd that in most cases where such warnings and discussions would be met with unconcerned dismissals that would end up leading to far more turmoil, to have it so readily received and understood was a breathe of fresh air. Raidou would reciprocate such a lucid show of honesty with a continuation of his own. "Quite the name, eager to see what you grow to be Vanta." The man's eyes locked to the mountain side, recounting battle upon battle as his eyes traced the contou

She traced her thumb along the surface, it was smooth. Bringing the lid to her nose she took a moment to breathe in its scent. Smelling the warm beverage before closing her eyes peacefully and drinking its contents. She nodded noting his words, More than just the trees. Youv'e made friends then I see. The soft reply left her lips. Yes, it truly is beautiful. He took his glasses in hand once again, routinely wiping them of their smudges. She listened intently when he spoke. His words were encouraging. He had been here longer, lived more, became stronger than possibly any other. Until

Reytac pulled up a notes screen to jot down the names that Sam gave him for the blacksmith - both the player's name, and his shop. It'd make it easier to track down later, if he survived what was apparently going to be a heinous monkey fight. And hers, as well, though he figured it would be easier to find her later to maybe buy a piece of gear from her if he could. He wasn't sure if she was far enough on the profession tree to make a better piece of armor than what he was already wearing, but he did know that he'd need to upgrade from this thing sooner rather than later. But the informat

"I mean your not wrong, but this is out of the normal that I haven't fully grasp it yet." Walking into the building, it was like every young child dream come true. "HEY, there?" The rainbow colored bird twists his head sideways looking at both Rai and her. The eye with so huge, it was almost scary. The beak was so long and very orange. "You buyin somethin?" Everything they said was asked like a question, it was rather strange but she would would go along with it. Nothing on this floor was normal. They sounded male but there voice was also a bit squeaky so it was hard to tell for sure. "Ka

A turn of his hand would gently place the lid filled with tea into her hands, as if to renew her leap of faith. A glance with a pair of potent amber eyes to observe in his shadow now that it was made visible, collecting a face to his silent travel companion up until now. "It has done what it would, it has given me the opportunity to speak to more then just the trees." The man takes another sip from the thermos, causing the lenses on his face to become slightly white. "Beautiful isn't it?" Raidou remarks returning his attentions to the horizon, overlooking nearly the entirety of the floor in a

A gentle breeze caught her, a sweet scent trickling into the wind as it left. Eyes and ears attentive, the options were weighed. He had successfully intrigued her like no other. A veteran who spoke in clean riddle, yet soulful, honest poetry. One whom felt everything around them, understanding the essence of life that befell them all. There were things left unspoken, worries that threatened to gain footing. Realities that seemed far too near. But words, so close she could grasp them, holding them dearly. Her decent was graceful and calculated. A flip out of the wood to the soft, pillowy

The breaks of foliage underfoot in a low crunch, one of caution and practice. Toward the base of the columns of stone that cut their way toward the heavens, casting a large slice of shade across the thicker grove that lined its bottom. The last time he had been here, a player had scaled its birth seeking out an unorthodox familiar within its confines. Not many braved its peak, and what rested up so high offered little in artificial value. No high rarity material, no exclusive yield. Nothing to such calibers, and yet what was not readily apparent is what it did offer. A different perspective. F

9/25/25 (Crafting Respite: 249065, Ambition: 250939-1, Forge (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Breastplate (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 253847 CD: 7 +1 LD: 15 Rare - 11 (+6 Ambition) 2 253848 CD: 6 +1

Purchasing Custom Ambition Tool Col: 800

Crafting 9/25 Result: +20XP (5, +3+6+6), -2 Materials

Among the Tracker's Alliance are gifted craftsmen. While Firefly doesn't necessarily include herself under that title but she can at least make clothes! The Emerald Wanderer - Named after the titular owner - is a threads shop. Upon entering, the eyes will be assaulted by a plethora of color as the seamstress has no favorite. The smell varies by the day thanks to her next door neighbor and best friend's workshop. Items for sale typically come in very feminine styles, though men will won't be hard pressed to find a nice coat or light-weight armor. A sewing machine sits in the middle of the