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I'm bad/lazy with code so here goes. [/SPOILER]

Misha was indeed on vacation and as a result he was in no particular hurry, nor intent on working on anyone else's schedule but his own for that matter. He began his day with dressing up in simple, yet fashionable attire before making his way out of the room he was staying in to the rest of the...

I am, did a shameless repost of my earlier profile since I still have it backed up. Looking forward to the (re)start!

Name: Misha Pryce Age: 33 Gender: Male Position on ship: Passenger, Middle Class Personality: Misha is regarded by most as a calm, level-headed but warm-hearted person to the point where he seems eerily unaffected by his experience on the battlefield. He is polite, yet unafraid of being...

Misha was jolted awake by the ship's sudden banking. It didn't take long for him to figure out that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. That particular realization also didn't put any haste into the man either. Calmly, he got up out of bed, got dressed and stepped outside of his room...

Kirill distanced himself from the situation that had effectively gone tits up and found himself still without a gem. The half-demon's eyes bounced between the brewing and rapidly declining situation surrounding Elora with Qerres joining the fray and Tristan. He didn't know whether he'd heard her...

The person with social anxiety Name: Raj Zaid Age: 30 Family: Mostly estranged Ethnicity: Indian Occupation: Coder / Technical Consultant Height: Slightly above average Build: "Big boned", chubby Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Fashion: Baggy clothes, mostly hoodies, jeans and jogging pants, simple...

Name: Misha Pryce Age: 33 Gender: Male Character reference: Position on ship: Passenger, Middle Class Personality: Misha is regarded by most as a calm, level-headed but warm-hearted person to the point where he seems eerily unaffected by his experience on the battlefield. He is polite, yet...

Kirill remained in thought for once, specifically the half-demon was thinking about how wronged he still felt by the fact that his gem was simply taken from him and he was never informed of such a fact. What would have happened if he had ended up being the only one to arrive at the group's...

"Yer a half-demon right? So stop bein' stupid." "Never." came Kirill's short and to the point reply, his arms remained crossed over his chest as he stood proud, tall and straight as an arrow, well save for the eventual crook in said arrow as slowly but steadily the half-breed began leaning over...

The half-demon simply stood there, watching Qerres as she took her sweet time noticing him before outing an amused snort at her reaction. "Poor thing, aren't demons supposed to be the ones scarin' people and not the other way around?" Kirill questioned, tilting his head over to one side as he...

Kirill remained seated on the ledge he'd settled on. His elbow was perched on his knee and his fist was tucked under his chin as he stared down at the group with half-lidded eyes, growing bored much faster than he had initially anticipated, despite the visible differences certain member of his...

Kirill was approaching the group at a steady pace, giving scarcely little time for him to react as the wall of fire abruptly springs up in front of him. Thankfully, he was a creature of instinct and upon newfound reflex, flapped his wings upon his approach once more to buy himself some much...

Kirill awoke and felt strangely... different and little wonder, considering he'd sprouted an additional set of limbs or something that felt very much like it at any rate. The sensation of spreading his black, leathery wings felt equal parts new and familiar, as if some innate instinct made...