Lancer walks slowly down the hall holding a class schedule and a small map of the campus. "104...105...106...wait 150?! Where did the rest..." He stops short as he accidentaly walks right into Éxeonia. "Oh, sorry about that." He backs up rubbing the back of his head glancing around seeing the...
skele:
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Name: Lancer Necrom
Gender: Male
Color: Purple
Weapon name (not required): Nightshade
form 1: collapsible katana
form 2: expanding revolver
Bio: His mother was killed by a...
Name: Lancer Necrom
Gender: Male
Race: Shadow walker
Age: 19 (he thinks)
Year: 1st
Oc/Cannon: Oc
Bio: Woke up from a car crash induced coma a few months ago. Has no real memories of his past or himself other than his name. When he woke up he couldn't control his powers and came here...
Name: Lancer Necrom
Age: 9 solar sweeps/19 earth years
Gender: Male
Pesterchum Name: chaoticallyLethargic
Looks: Tall, thin, slightly muscular, hair is shaved into a mohawk on top and dyed purple with a long black ponytail. Horns grow back at an angle then bend straight forward like a 7...
As Mindfang looks out off the deck of his beloved ship The Spider's We8 he stares at the gently rolling waves. A small smirk crosses his lips as he turns on his heel and addresses the crew.
"Time to get to work ladies. Stop sitting on your a**es and move!" As he watches the crew scramble to...
TC: HeY I JuSt wAnTeD To tAlK To a bRo.
TC: YoU Ok BrO? YoU SeEm aLiTtLe mOrE HiGh mOtHeR FuCkIn sTrUnG ThAn uSUaL
He stared curiously at his monitor. As he waited he scratched his cheek slightly, causing little flecks of paint to fall on his shoulder.