Shamitako

Am I crazy, or do the new masteries make it a lot harder to just do generic role pages. I feel a greater necessity to tailor them by champion (not that I didn't anyways)

Because you are BAD/10 owo

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http://i1.pixiv.net/c/480x960/img-master/img/2014/11/30/11/18/53/47330644_p0_master1200.jpg Oh, forgot to mention, the person who's room is being looked inside is the redhead's sister

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(OOC: Welp, guess it's time for me to take control of the music~) Help? Is he crazy? Kindle was completely new to all of this, even if she did somehow have magical powers she had no idea how to use them to fight. Still, Hikaru seemed like a nice person, and Kindle didn't want to disappoint him. She'd never been one to shy away from a challenge, no matter how crazy it might seem. Maybe that was the first step into becoming a proper mage type person, accepting that it was crazy. besides, what better time to go crazy than when your life might depend on it? She concentrated, reaching inside herself to find her inner badass fighter mage person. She felt a tinge of something, she couldn't tell if it was magic or just hunger, either way she couldn't stop now. An outside observer would be able see a faint blue-white glow from behind her eyepatch. It took what seemed like eternity, but finally she managed to find that faint feeling again, and this time she latched onto it and pulled. A scream of agony erupted from her as her eye began to glow brighter and brighter, it felt like it was boring into her mind, shredding and burning as it went. The blue-white light had soon engulfed the entire room, although strangely it didn't pain anyone but Kindle. When the light cleared Kindle stood silent in a short reddish-orange dress with transparent blue layering. Her feet were adorned by light blue sandals with straps that ran up to her knees. Her arms were bare outside some light blue ribbons that intertwined themselves up to her elbows. she felt the pressure of a collar around her neck and the weight of earrings adorning her ears. Her finger and toenails were painted, the left ones blue and the right ones red. Her head felt heavy, as though her hair had grown significantly. She no longer felt the pressure of her eyepatch wrapping itself around her head and her vision was tinted with white, but instead of obstructing her in any way it actually seemed to outline things more clearly; at least people. Instinctively, as though she had done it a thousand times before, she reached down to her left and dislodged the cherry-red scythe that had materialized beside her from the ground. Deftly, she spun it around in front of her, ending in a two-handed grip with her left hand near to the head and her right hand balancing the handle. She was about to express her surprise at her own ability when suddenly her stomach growled extremely loudly, causing her face to turn red to match her scythe.

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7/10 it's kewl, but it doesn't really suit you imo

So, Ima expand slightly upon my feelings For me to deal with this emotionally I'm going to treat Hunter and Hildra as separate entities (kinda similar to how I deal with my gender and other identity issues) To me, Hildra was a close friend who I trusted with some very personal information and who ended up being a liar. Needless to say I'm extremely angry with Hildra and will never forgive her for betraying my trust. However, Hunter is someone new who carries neither the feelings of distrust and anger nor the respect and friendship Hildra had, so I'm willing to allow him a chance I'm going to miss Hildra, because she was a close friend, even if she did hurt me in the end. I'm not really angry (and I don't think being angry is going to help anything) more just sad

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I just need a fuckton of Assassin statue things. Carm, Phantom, and Hassan are all impatiently waiting to ascend Also need one more scale for Vlad. As well as a bunch of eyes for Medusa and my future Euryale and Stheno EDIT: STUPID FUCKING DAILIES CHANGING IN THE MIDDLE OF MY ASSASSIN ASCENSION GRINDING

... I think you know me well enough that the one thing I abhor above all else is liars. Tomas's lovely OOTS reference pretty well covers it Thing is, I sorta have an obsession with Disney's Mulan during my off days. So while Hilda just killed my trust, I am not above letting Hunter attempt to get regain it Basically no, we're not friends anymore, but I'm apparently the type of girl who gives second chances. Just don't expect a third one

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