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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:47 pm
 
Water Mage I Sabertooth Mage I Endurance: 5 I
Magic Points: 800/800
After a long and rather boring hike home from Magnolia he went straight for the Sparring room he usually did this when he was pissed off. He slammed his fist into one of the dummies. He was so angry he just wanted to beat the hell out of some poor b*****d but instead he took it out on the dummies. With each blow the ground shook as if something heavy was being dropped on it.
"Dumb slut! What the hell do you mean jobs are boring with just two people!"
Crowley was shouting about something but it was muffled by the sounds of his fists hitting the dummy in a rapid succession. He'd began to rampage tearing the training room asunder. He tossed most of the weights around and ripping some of the training equipment up. It every much looked like a tornado had gone through. Crowley gritted his teeth and small droplets of water began to form in his palm. He squeezed it and the water engulfed his right fist. A whirling vortex of water replaced his hand and he slashed it against the wall. It collided and water began to spew everywhere. the water had been so concentrated that it looked like someone took a giant drill to the wall.
After a time had passed Crowley sat in silence in the wreckage that was previously a well respected training room. He sat with no shirt on with a very intense look on his face, he was deep in thought this period usually took place after his rage. Scowling crowley kicked a weight against the wall. He was like a immature kid throwing a temper tantrum. And with the slightest agitation he could sprint up in a fit of rage again ready to attack and destroy anything that opposed him in this small confined room.
I'm on a mission for pųssy, money and liquor.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 5:54 pm
Water Mage I Sabertooth Mage I Endurance: 5 I
Magic Points: 800/800
Crowley sat in the silence of the newly destroyed training room, He placed his chin on his hands and scowled hard gritting his teeth call it sharks' intuition but he had a bad no awful feeling like something was going to happen, wither or not Crowley went if something happened he'd be held responsible and he wasn't about to have that guilt resting on his shoulders. Damn it all he said he wasn't going to come back... But he really needed the money the girls at the Cat House were starting to miss him. But he couldn't swallow his pride he'd choke an die on it's way down.
"This is complete bull..."
He uttered as he stood from his seated position with an intense look on his face. The red haired one was going to pay dearly for this wither it be with coin or her body he was going to have his way! But first he needed to get a little drunk. Before long Crowley was binge drinking his scenes away. He drunk and drunk until he couldn't even remember what he was suppose to be doing.
"Ahh! dats right Imma supose to go see the girl down by da cat houze!"
He was so drunk that his speech resembled that of bugs bunny's. he stumbled as far as maybe 12 feet before his legs have away causing to crawl out into the guild hall. He soon lost consciousness after that.
I'm on a mission for pųssy, money and liquor.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 2:02 pm
Ryan Dyoll ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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[ Fire Mage ]|[ Sabertooth Mage ]|[ Magic Points: 600]|[ Equipment: N/A ]
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 3:16 pm
Water Mage I Sabertooth Mage I Endurance: 5 I
Magic Points: 800/800
Crowely opened his eye drowsily as someone was poking him, He was hung over and sore. Now some little a** was poking him like he was some exhibit at a petting zoo.
"What the hell do you want from me kid?"
Crowley said as he groaned rising to one knee. It had better have been good he was dreaming about having sex covered in cocaine and 100 dollar bills.
I'm on a mission for pųssy, money and liquor.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 3:55 pm
Ryan Dyoll ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Ryan stopped mid-swing as Crowley woke up. He gave him a strange look before resuming his training. Me? Nothin really, I saw you passed out drunk, and I was bored. Go figure. Finishing his routine he looked back at Crowley with a bit of spite. And don't call me kid, I hate that. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[ Fire Mage ]|[ Sabertooth Mage ]|[ Magic Points: 600]|[ Equipment: N/A ]
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 4:24 pm
Water Mage I Sabertooth Mage I Endurance: 5 I
Magic Points: 800/800
"I don't care what you hate."
Crowley said as he stood his head hurt more and more, he could really use a drink, or some girls. Both couldn't hurt. He was thinking it's been awhile since he'd had a night on the town. But last time he did that he nearly flooded half of Baslam but we won't talk about that now. Crowley could use all the white he could sniff it was boring as all hell around here.
"You call that training? You suck balls, I've had fart that were more intense then that. Hit me you dumb ugly flame headed after birth!"
Crowley said as he pointed to his cheek leaving it wide open for him, Crowley ego was larger then well anything in this room. The only thing Crowley could compare it to was his boner.
I'm on a mission for pųssy, money and liquor.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 2:38 pm
Ryan Dyoll ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Confusion and anger slowly filled Ryan's eyes as Crowley swore at him. The words were a little too complicated to understand but he got the gist of it. The challenge itself was self explanatory, he'd insulted his training. He decked Crowley in the jaw almost instantly after he told Ryan to punch him.I don't know what you mean by "after b***h" but I'll make you spell it out for me if its the last thing I do. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[ Fire Mage ]|[ Sabertooth Mage ]|[ Magic Points: 600]|[ Equipment: N/A ]
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 3:13 pm
Water Mage I Sabertooth Mage I Endurance: 5 I
Magic Points: 800/800
Crowley's jaw locked and stayed in place it was like Ryan hit a brick wall, A shark's body was composed of 90% muscle and Crowley was no different. He started snickering as if he'd been tickled.
"Hehehehe... KEHEHEHEHE! MY TURN!
Almost abruptly Crowley threw a uppercut, with such force that it might send Ryan into the ceiling. Crowley smirked he was devastatingly strong for his size he could pick up a guy almost 3 times his size and whip them around like it was nothing.
I'm on a mission for pųssy, money and liquor.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 1:40 pm
Ryan Dyoll ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ A serious concern for this man's sanity came up in Ryan's mind before he saw the uppercut coming. Unlike Crowley, Ryan was a bit more, vertically challenged. So when the punch hit, it really hit. He spiraled through the air before regaining his stance. With his head still shaky he waited to see what this guy could do. So, do drunk ******** have names or can I call you "Bum"? ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[ Fire Mage ]|[ Sabertooth Mage ]|[ Magic Points: 600]|[ Equipment: N/A ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 4:32 pm
Water Mage I Sabertooth Mage I Endurance: 35 I
Magic Points: 800/800
Crowley smirked as the boy flew though the air almost weightlessly. Crowley was a bit surprised that he was even conscious after that punch... Surprised not impressed. Crowley smirked his shark teeth exposed.
"Hehehehehe... I am The Leviathan of Sabertooth Aleister Crowley. But more importantly who the fūck are you and what the hell are you doing in my Guild?"
He said as he placed his hand in the pocket's of his dirty khaki pants, he crossed his legs as he leaned against the wall. He had a rather smug look on his face around here his name proceeded him. He was the wild-child of the guild always wanting to party or fight. Never wanting peace always seeking material objects.
I'm on a mission for pųssy, money and liquor.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 2:34 pm
Ryan Dyoll ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Me? Well I don't have a title yet but I'm Ryan Dyoll of Sabertooth. For a while Ryan began to think of a title that would draw people's attention but was distracted by Crowley's teeth. Bit by bit his child-like curiosity surfaced as he was almost completely immersed Crowley's jaw. Whats up with you're jaw? Inching closer almost instinctively. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[ Fire Mage ]|[ Sabertooth Mage ]|[ Magic Points: 600]|[ Equipment: N/A ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:49 pm
Water Mage I Sabertooth Mage I Endurance: 35 I
Magic Points: 800/800
Crowley raised his eyebrow in curiosity? Ryan Dyoll of Sabertooth? That was weird Crowley knew everyone in Sabertooth or better yet everyone knew him. And he'd never seen this kid around here? He paced around him examining him.
"Never mind my jaw. Ryan Dyoll of Sabertooth right? Where's your guild mark and how come I ain't seen you around."
He said narrowing his eyes at the boy this was rather odd situation wasn't it.
I'm on a mission for pųssy, money and liquor.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 8:21 am
Ryan Dyoll ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Ryan snapped to attention as Crowley redirected his attention. He was always the one to get of track in a conversation. My mark? In reply to his guild-mate's questioning Ryan pulled his hoodie over his head. His torso reveled various scars from his old life. Over on his right shoulder-blade, his guldmark looked back at Crowley. As for why you haven't seen me, I'm usually reading, and I'm guessing not everyone here enjoys a good book. Getting back to his previous topic, Ryan began to pace around Crowley. Speaking of strange, what's up with your jaw? It felt like punching a beast. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[ Fire Mage ]|[ Sabertooth Mage ]|[ Magic Points: 600]|[ Equipment: N/A ]
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 11:28 am
Water Mage I Sabertooth Mage I Endurance: 35 I
Magic Points: 800/800
Crowley smelled something fishy about this kid, he was pretty damn sure he knew everyone in the guild. But eh so be it.
"What about my jaw? You should be more worried about these teeth!"
He said pointing to his shark like teeth with a big smile plastered on his face like he was at the dentist. He then tapped his face.
"I'll let you in on a little secret I ain't exactly human."
Crowley said with a smug smirk, this kid probably wouldn't be surprised as demons and humans live in peace but people from the black marsh like Crowley were way off human radar.
I'm on a mission for pųssy, money and liquor.
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