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Hera Ledro said:
I'll join. I'd love to get back into RPing here, it's been way too long. So, here's my bio:

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http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/hall-of-warriors/hera-ledros-character-bios-8249.html

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So, now I just have to wait for it to get approved.
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Yea, you can post immediately. I'll give you Drachnon's spot and move him down one. You'll be on FireFrenzy's and Drachnon's team. ;D

Post order:

1) RA
2) FireFrenzy
3) Hera Ledro
4) Drachnon
5) Stryfe
 
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OOC: Alright, I've just gotta wait for Fenzy to post now. I feel that honouring the code is a much better way of going about things, rather than just butting in.

BTW, I'm thinking of bringing back LoD, so if anyone is in favour of rejoining, I'm game.
 
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OOC: Alright, I've just gotta wait for Fenzy to post now. I feel that honouring the code is a much better way of going about things, rather than just butting in.

BTW, I'm thinking of bringing back LoD, so if anyone is in favour of rejoining, I'm game.
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He already posted. Feel free. It seems I am waiting for you to post before anyone else. ;D

After this turn order, please follow it correctly. Once Hera posts, I will. After that, it's: RA, FF, HL, Drach, Me, repeat.
 
OOC: Sorry, my bio is still a bit of a WIP. It's just getting the finishing touches now, so I'll post :D

IC: Hera Ledro flashed in front of the strangers, swinging his sword in an extremely fast triple-arc that deflected all of the bullets. He skidded to a stop, his large brown Dragon wings serving to buff his stopping.

Hera Ledro, one of the last of his race. He floated upright as he straightened, his blue fur drifting in the ethereal wind that carresed him. His zweihander, the Dragon Blade, was held loosely at his right side, Hera ready to split it as soon as he needed to. Hera's tail curved around the left side of his body, the blade on it dangling threateningly by his head. His black hair, much like his fur, blew wildly in the wind as he re-folded his wings around his body.

Hera felt two powers coming from the direction the bullets originated, and split his Dragon blade immediately, sparks showering the field. He noticed another person, and called out to him, his voice, though relatively deep, soft and soothing, yet with an air of command. Even though it didn't show, deflecting those bullets took a great deal of concentration and effort on his part.

"Hey, you," Hera called to the man he just saw. "Come help me! There are two people coming here, each with a high power." Turning to those he just protected, Hera called to them, "Get out of here, quick, while I hold them off." He held his swords in both hands, positioning himself in a defensive manner.

Turning to the man, he said, "You get into many fights before?"
 
(OOC: Hera, you just saved the two members that you are going against. XD)

His eyes caught site of a foot entering the shifting portal, halting the random motion. All of the matter in the portal soon direct towards the foot that had pierced the space. In no time at all, the portal expanded and soon arrived the first competitor and his teammate. Crane.

Letting out a small smirk, he could easily tell of the irritated being that was the Lost Epitaph. And the words he spoke only reassured Azrael of his observation. Crane was not one to be toyed around with like a puppet, but since he was there, Azrael knew that his invitations worked. Finally deciding to speak true to what Crane opened with, he opened his dried lips.

"I-I-I-I crave blood, Crane. I yearn for it," he started in a raspy and chilly voice, "You can help me, I'll kill you. NO, I'll use you.". His eyes widened and his frail and pale body hovered there in flight. He was growing insane with each passing day this curse extended. It was starting to affect his mere judgment and his past ways, but when he would break this he will be free.

Suddenly, his eyes shot to the left of him, catching sight of what would be an attack of some sort. Yet, before he could react, another person had emerged below him. Appearing to be most odd, yet different from that of Crane. He seemed to possess some power, and his ego showed in matter of the way he stood. Letting out a small chuckle, he lifted his fragile hands and pointed to him, then spoke the words, "Crane, KILL H-"

Before he could finish, the sounds of explosions were to the left of him. Startled, he turned once more. It seemed Azrael totally forgot about what had transpired a few moments ago. The oncoming attack of sorts halted. His pupils shifted and saw a blur of something that stopped this. In a matter of moments a man arose before them, flapping his wings to maintain balance. His weird body seemed to demonstrate some power, but Azrael couldn't help but chuckle at what he was saved by. Realizing he was being spoken to, his mouth opened again, "Crane, Kill him. As for you, newcomer, you're on the wrong side. I'll just have to kill you."

The battle had begun with the opponents arrived. And in a matter of moments, it would be over. Descending to the ground finally, he touched it with his feet. His breaths started to become deeper and more apparent before his eyes lit up bright red. His hands reached straight up into the air, palms extending to the sky. With an immediate force, he slammed his hands into the ground and shook the earth from the inside out. The ground that he touched soon started to turn into a sea of symbols, circling around him. Azrael then started to chant an unholy prayer, one that was similar to that on his waist. Soon, a bright light shot froth from the sky and struck Azrael. This pillar of light illuminated all the symbols on the ground and concealed the form of Azrael. When the symbols faded, so did the light. What remained was the true Azrael or what is known as the "Original". His ring still attached to his left hand, but nevertheless, his blood-red wings appeared. He was himself once more.

"Ah, how I love being my true self. Wouldn't you agree, Crane?" he asked in a different tone than before; mind being in tact, "I mean, I would've toyed with you all, but I couldn't help it. I still will kill you, however."

(OOC: Bad post, but u b screwed. Turn order: RA, FF, HL, Drach, Me, repeat.)
 
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It's been 4 days shall we skip to firefrenzy?

EDIT: this post will be deleted once no longer required
 
Sorry, but this thread is gone. It seems that due to unforeseen circumstances, I will not participate any further in FFF's RP sections.

Therefore, I bid you ado.

If you still wish to continue without me, feel free. I could care less.
 
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