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"Come on Victor," she chuckled, "you make it sound like I was some kind of demon!"

"It's true," Victor laughed back, "we were all so terrified of you, that during our practice match when we heard...

OOC: This thread is closed to Letho and all bunnying has been approved by both parties.

Character Name: Victor Valentine
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Link to Profile: Victor Valentine
Preferred Starting Suit: Sword
Preferred Final Position: The Devil
Reason for Joining: Victor has gone...

"I suppose it has been long enough. I suppose the time has come for this charade to end. The shell known as Victor Valentine has lived out its usefulness. Now all that remains is the beast, the red...

I'm down, what character are you going to be writing on going forward, seeing as you seem pretty set on putting Letho in the ground? Because I'm planning a thread to explore demonic origins and the...

Hi Letho!! We've never met, but I'd like the chance to write with you, and everyone else here! Please let me know if I can join the fry!

Hello! I'd like to be mentored please!
I don't really have a concrete writing style, and I like breaking the fourth wall, but if any of the more experienced writers who can help me figure out my...

By the time it was over, night had fallen, and the city guard had finished freeing the women held hostage. The sellswords were gone, and any remnant of Harper's ill deeds had been gone over and...

De L'argent sat behind a desk; stray papers peppered its surface. He repositioned the small, half-moon spectacles that had slid down the bridge of his nose, with the pinky of his left hand. His sigh...

"We were lucky that tree was there to catch us," Anthony sighed, sitting back while the town guard arrested the sellswords and Harper.

"Honestly," Angela said, "I've never seen anyone that crazy....

"You're all going to behave," Harper cooed from the top of a stack of crates. He had removed the leather jerkin and wore a shabby purple business suit. A large group of nearly thirty women looked up...

“They’re at the massive warehouse, just past the southern gate!” the henchmen cried as Victor dropped him to the ground. The red-eyed man took off running out of the alley where the impromptu...

"Gods dammit!" Anthony yelled at last, "what in Hadia good was that useless father? All he did was work and play hide-and-seek with us from time to time!"

"Was your father bald?" Victor called...

"What exactly is going on," Victor asked, no humor in his voice.

"Well. . ." Angela started but was cut off.

"It's De L’argent," Anthony said adamantly.

"The man who our father owed, owns...

“I’m very sorry for my behavior,” Victor apologized, his knees on the stone floor of a large open living room. His eyes remained glued to the floor out of fear of meeting her gaze. The stone-hearted...

It might have been the way the light was hitting him, or maybe the unappealing shape of his spectacles, but the boy did not leave a memorable impression. On the outside, the young boy looked average...

Victor made his way towards the center of Archen where a visiting dignitary had taken up lodgings. A friend of Nova's had asked if she knew anyone who could help him clean his home, and she...

"Oh no," an old man corrected, "the nobles were quite against the idea of it! The church kept their bellies fat and coffers full; they had no intention of changing sides."

Victor sat on the bench...

"You weren't half bad in there," Stein said through a bloody nose, plugged up by two bloody pieces of cloth. With a broom in hand, he collected broken glass and shattered dishes.

"You did pretty...

The man with red eyes was seen, but not heard. He kept his head down and moved quickly. Food and drink had quickly discolored his work apron. A white bandana held back his hair, which fell to the...

Hours passed, and the large room quieted. Quiet conversations drowned against a lively melody from a band of musicians that had recently started playing. Victor’s smile waned as the last song...

The hostess club was a place where women gave company to men. Any man who entered was brought food, poured a drink and given pleasant conversation. Victor would never admit to being lonely, but the...

"Keep your voice down!" Alla yelled, slapping Victor's hand with a soup ladle.

"It's hot gods-dammit!" the man shouted back, receiving another slap in response. Victor fell back, hitting his head...

Time passed slowly in the cold city of Archen as Winter turned to spring. Most of the snow remained untouched by the intent of nature. The nights grew shorter than the sun's time in the sky, as the...

“You awake yet, Ungrateful?” a voice called out. The man had been awake for several moments before that. He made no movements since waking up, yet still, the woman managed to sense his stirring.
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