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Alinta laughed, “Runway? No…no…” She waved him off. “Events, PR? Shoots? yeh…I mean…” She stood and gave Scar a small twirl, then picked up his hand and placed it against her own waist. Hoping he wouldn’t catch just how profusely she was blushing, and how her skin erupted into goosebumps at the mere press of his palm. “I told you, I just ain’t runway model built. But…I can say I am confident in how I look.” Alinta knelt down, pressing her forehead to his. “Although, I do adore the compliments you give me.” Alinta knelt down to clasp Scars hands in hers. “It’s not a matter of if we get out

Post Action: Foraging for a Demonic Shard The‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ forest had gone eerily quiet after the battle. The very faint shimmer of dissolving data receded into the canopy light, leaving only the smell of wet earth and burnt leaves behind. For a moment, Jack was still, his eyes were looking at the area of the ground where the Nepent had fallen. He could still feel the weight of his heartbeat echoing faintly through his hands, the aftershock of combat, the tension refusing to fade. But there was still work to do. He sheathed his sword with a deliberate motion and retrieved the com

Yoink Resonance | T4 Demonic Whip | ID 256145 | Static 2 | AA | Phase Description: A strong thin wire, like a garrote. It is stored safely away in gloves and is used like a whip. One must be quite dexterous to ensure they don't cut themselves, or their teammates on the deadly sharp wire.

When Alinta said, "This look suits you better," Jack looked over at her, still amazed at how she could look beautiful even after the exhausting hike. "I bet you still looked as amazing as you do right now," he said fondly, unable to stop himself from smiling. As she talked about her life before, how much effort went into her videos, the frustration of algorithms, Jack chuckled softly. "You know, I'd probably be one of those people replaying your videos over and over again." he teased, leaning slightly across the table. His tone playful, but there was sincerity in his eyes. When she m

<<Masked: Saintess>> "Ahh~" She clasped her hands together in delight as soft green eyes, hidden behind the veiled mask of the Saintess wove over the crowds within the decadent dark den. "Who knew such a place existed!" People danced across a dimly lit floor, vibrations from exuberant music rattled her core in all the right ways. Soft lights flickered above, the scent of sweet drinks and savory foods filled her nostrils. "Perhaps....I am under dressed?" Arsine thought aloud, tapping a glossed lip with one of her clawed fingers. The woman hadn't bothered to change into a

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Stats Lv. 1 | HP: 20 | EN: 20 | DMG: 1 | ACC: 0 | EVA: 0 | LD: 1

virtues// observant - Vitalis prefers to hang back and watch things unfold, moving only when he deems his intervention necessary. He's learned to pay attention to things that might escape one's notice. Predicting damage, noticing boss telegraphs. tactician - His mind moves quickly, finding the most efficient means to deal with a threat. NPCs are meant to be random, but nothing is truly random. He can see the throughlines, accurately predicting the moves the enemy will make. good-natured - He doesn't care about backgrounds, only how he might help. Be it healing skills or throug

personality// Vitalis is a man of few words. Sees more than you think, knows more than you would assume. He cares little for the superfluous. His chief desire is to keep everyone he can breathing. Be it against the errant boar or a massive Field Boss, if it's within his power, he will use his skills to the best of his ability. It's almost a compulsion of his - a need to help. Quiet, understated, but incredibly resolute. He throws himself into the dragon's den regularly, caring little for his own continued existence. To him, it would be a fair trade. His ultimate, solemn duty to uphold his

background// Born and raised by a single mother, Emmeritt O'Neal made a career of defying all expectations. He probably should have lived and died as gutter trash. But he was blessed with two gifts from a very young age: exceptional intelligence and the ability to shut the fuck up. Those two things gave him a leg up on his peers. Silently observing, learning, adapting. Emmeritt used and abused his gifts. School was no challenge, but dreadfully boring. Undergrad was a similar story. He earned his doctorate, his PH.D and his medical license. A practicing surgeon, accurate, precise, eff

Username: Vitalis Real Name: Emmeritt O'Neal Age: 26 Gender: Male Height: 6'5'' Eye Color: Green Hair color: Silver Origin Country: Ireland Birthday: December 18

Data Analyst. Alinta pondered on that as she sat at a table, roughly carved out of stone. Its surface is filled with bumps, ridges and holes. Created out of necessity and not with care. Somehow, the woman struggled to see him in such a job. Buttoned down suit and tie, hair neatly trimmed- and a pair of black rimmed glasses sitting atop a face hunched over a small PC bathed in a sickly blue light. “This look suits you better.” Alinta said, seemingly out of the blue as Scar sat back down at the table. They had found a small tavern within the walls of Knorilt, an out of the way kind of

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Post Action: [x12] ST-I (12 EN) | A single-target sword art. Loot Rolls: ID: 256167 | LD: 11 | CD: 6 | 252+ 168 + 84 = 504 Col, Materials (2), Tier 1 Rare Trinket (1) It‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ was the moment that the monster revealed its full form from the shadow of the woods when Jack reacted. His instincts went on, they were not sharpened by experience but by necessity. The sound that had been terrorizing the border of his consciousness became clear and was the very slither of a Nepent, its heavy, muscular vines dragging on the forest ground, its mouth parting in a wet, hungry hiss that made

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@Hirru Ready for pick up Resonance | T4 Demonic Whip | ID 256145 | Static 2 | AA | Phase Description: A strong thin wire, like a garrote. It is stored safely away in gloves and is used like a whip. One must be quite dexterous to ensure they don't cut themselves, or their teammates on the deadly sharp wire.

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Fusion 1 Item Name: Enhanced Shock wire Item Tier: 4 Item Type: Weapon (Whip) Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Accuracy / Accuracy / Static Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: ID 256100 Item Description: A thin wire, almost invisible if not for the glint of the sun, if it is ever in the sun. Used to keep something down, without fully killing it, yet. & (1 Scale) Item Name: Enhanced Shock wire Item Tier: 4 Item Type: Weapon (Whip) Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enha

Reytac | [Word Count: 8308/5 = 1661.6] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 3323 EXP Nari | [Word Count: 8308/5 = 1661.6] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1] = 6646 EXP Acanthus | [Word Count: 8308/5 = 1661.6] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1] = 6646 EXP WC EXP: Reytac: 3323 Nari: 6646 Acanthus: 6646 Quest Rewards: 500 EXP (Nari/Acanthus Ineligible) Topaz Gemstone (Nari/Acanthus Ineligible) Bonus Reward: 5000 Col 15 Materials Divided Out: 5k Col to Reytac 9Materials to Reytac 5 Materials to Nari 1 Material to Acanthus {X

"Mah boi!" Hirru says as he walks through the door. A hand full of steel wires, and the other sack of scales and a shard. "This fusion is what all true warriors strive for!"

Hirru feels the intense glare of soemthing in the distance. Two blazen haired individuals to whom he knew well. "We have been summoned!"

Jack's laughter trailed softly between them, still lingering from her teasing remark. He was still smiling as he cooled himself with his hand, however, the heat was getting the better of him as more of his hair was getting stuck to his forehead. Alinta's laughter, which could be described as both pure and infectious, was not muffled by the steam coming out of the vents or the noise of the molten rock flowing. The whole ordeal of the ascent seemed to be a little less heavy because of it. They followed the trail that led them away from Yōgan Village, the obsidian walls fading behind them. T

"I'm a painter too!" Adelyte shouted, too excited about her passion to express it quietly. "Well," she brought it down a notch, "I draw more than I paint, but whenever the inspiration hits.." She would pat her pocket, as if that was where she kept all of her supplies. in reality they were tucked away in her digital inventory. "Always got to stay strapped, ya'know?" Her smile brightened as she rounded the pool and reunited with Faerie, "It sounds like your dad has an amazing imagination." Genevive relied heavily on her imagination to get through tough times. Make believe friends, engrossin