thanks I just wish I knew with countries those are in
The man stared down at the girl. It looked like larz, but it didn't talk like Larz. He seemed to drip with malevolence. The triangle in his eye split and morphed into a starburst. "Larz?" The being asked questioningly. "I'm not that chump! You killed him, remember? I simply layed claim to his body...well, my body now. You see, I was the original owner, the true son of that man you work with. I am Larenzo Kendrith, the mad king."
the one person I asked has no idea what is going on
been trying to catch up
rping, trying to recap something
not alot to be honest.
*laughs* alright then
0-0 you kids are crazy
what happened?
"What, you don't know who I am?" The voiced seemed mocking, feinting hurt feelings. "If you can't tell who I am, maybe you should turn around."
it's been going alright fairly relaxed yours?
yeah no kidding
you're evil dude
alright then ^^
sweet for what exaclty?
Behind Elevir, a husky breath cackled, a hand passes through her hair. "You sure have Ele. My my, I thought I wasn't ever gonna get rid of that kid. I have you to thank for that. Who knows, maybe I'll keep your blood in your body." ___ The director froze. His features fading to pale. "No, oh god know. This cant be!"
Rolling away from the flames, clothes singed, the director let fly two shots at the pyro's arm. "Enough child! Let me work and I might set you free!" Taking a few steps towards the girl, he placed his hand softly on her shoulder. Covering his face with his bangs to hide his emotions he spoke to her. "Thank...thank you, for what you've done. Are you sure he's dead?"
*glare* if you weren't the owner, I'd rip out your intestines right now ^^
Username- Legion Name (full)- Envon The Sly, Prince of Evieri Race- human Powers (if any)- magic, but he uses it rarely. He wants to keep it a secret Age-17 Gender- male Side- Good Weapon (if any)- a rapier laced with a paralysis venom Appearance: Background (Go into detail! The more, the better!)-The rulers of Eveieri are not born nor bred. They are trained, fight, and earn their rank. This is why no member of the royal family has a last name, to ensure competition between themselves and others worthy of the title King. No one understood this better than Envon. Before he could walk, he could read. After that came eloquence in speech. Shortly afterwards, at the age of 10, he learned the art of swordplay and war. Two years later, Envon patricipated in "The Tapping of The Vein" the region's test for who is worthy to become an heir to the throne. For Envon, it was no competition. Of his age group, he was the only one to earn the title of Prince and was accepted as the king's son. In time, he grew to accept him as father. When he turned seventeen after the great disaster, Envon saw is father fall before the general of an oppressive army. Beating them back, he swoar that'd he'd find the man that took his father and clutch his rotted heart in his fist.
I saw harry potter you?
