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Curse Of The Blood Rite:~High Hearts~ Chapter 1
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    Blood moon rises as a dark realm becomes alive with discord as beings from all walks of life emerge from shadows, thin air, rifts between worlds, or plains of existence. As if a council of those feared by all and worshiped by those societies deems evil or unholy, the council of underworld gods and all that dwell within has gathered. Many have come and still wait for more to arrive.        
   
    (Ev'kish) “Hasn’t the other arrived yet many are getting impatient, and there is much to discuses?”  
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11/38 Pri's!!
 
Pri-Prime-Evil:
Original being born before all, from the void who's purposes the Utter Slaughter of all those who think and claim to hold strength of or superior to all others. Appeared at the same moment with strength unequaled by another yet, matched by the pure persona of animal Instinct known as Pri-Primordial the female counterpart to Pri-Prime-Evil.
 
Pri-Paradox:
Original being born as the first Warrior who follows no form of warfare or military tactics, nor commands or commended by others. She only the path to victory which puts her as an equal force to her brother and sisters in all methods. She is the female counterpart the True Knowledge of all cosmos know to their race, Pri-Paragon.
 
Pri-Paragon:
Original being and persona of knowledge all is known of to him, Future in which every choice and action can even slightly shift his vision. Where at the same time the path of others
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Echo (Enthroned) Creed
Name- (First and Last)*:  Echo (Enthroned) Creed
 
( new name if pre-reincarnation)*: Enshrined 
 
Title*: Goddess, Divine, Contractor, Contracted!
Normal, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Negative-Platinum, Demigod, Divine/Angle, god, Damned/Demon, Devil, Sacred Beast, Contractor, Contracted!
Rank*: Created
Mortal, Immortal, Godhood, fallen, Created, resurrected! 
Species/Race/Type*: (Specie or Race Type/Sub class): 
Gender*: Female
Age*: Before Time Began!
Basic Stats: (Four digit figure 9999)
HP: 8400
SP: 7000
ATK/Effect: 9000
DEF/Effect: 4000
INT/Effect:  5500
SPD/Effect: 6000
ABI/Effect:  3900
OPT/Effect/Sub-Class Effect*: (Over Power) Cavalry Charge!
ULT/Effect/Sub-C
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Curse Of The Blood Rite:~Family Ties~ Chapter 17
                                                                                Chapter 17
   
    Adado fights with the might of a new god that of which has been passed down since the primordial age. He faced enemies since this began now the final fight. Sunrise is but 30 minutes away and both sides are in a race against time. Adado wants to avoid the sun do to the fact that people are extremely active during the day then at night. He is clashing against this terror, Adado unleashes his god hood and takes on his full might against Executioner. Time is running out and Adado only has a bit of energy left, his body is pushed past his limit and is slowing
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Curse Of The Blood Rite:~Family Ties~ Chapter 16
                                                                              Chapter 16
    Adado facing the enemy with little success in achieving victory stands tired and short of breath. Even with his new powers he has yet to use so much in one battle that he has lost so much keeping those masks alive. The Executioner is not what it seems, for all Adado is fighting is nothing more than an after image of him. Whereas the real body is positioned behind the others and when they look to confront him he uses his might to push them all back as if they were nothing, but Adado in order to save both the masks and the remainder of his power He reaches out and in order to stop the ot
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Curse Of The Blood Rite:~Family Ties~ Chapter 15
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    (Adado) “Are you really going to let some annoying priest out do you my friend or do you need me to hold your hand and do all the work for you?”                                                   
    (Hyde) “Shut it boy, I’m too busy to be bothered by your needs, so shut the fuck up and let me battle.”         
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Curse Of The Blood Rite:~Family Ties~ Chapter 14
                                                                          Chapter 14
   
    Night falls and the battle between the Huntsman and Cyra continues they are covered in blood that of which belongs to Cyra since the Dolls are cursed to wear the mask and are not of flesh. A foul wind blows from the back of the building it emits a black glow from where Adado lies. Adado body rises his eyes open to show a black sinister look his skin burned to ashes and his hair ghost white, he has returned from the dark void where he spent time training and training again he has the power of all the gods, his spirit mind have aged to point where he is now longer a child but an older ve
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Curse Of The Blood Rite:~Family Ties~ Chapter 13
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    (Adado) “So are you going to bit me, huh batman or are you just going to drive me batty.”                                       
    (Vlad) “You’re a cheeky little brat time to show you how to respect your elders little boy.                                   
   &
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Curse Of The Blood Rite:~Family Ties~ Chapter 12
                                                                          Chapter 12
    As the council is in meeting Neon is in his own gathering of those who serve the gods they are demigods who are now dead, they perished under a mortal death at the hands of a chosen in the tournament from the light side. Neon in his olden days was once one of the chosen, Adados ancient ancestors who won his way to the top only to be defeated by the chosen of light. Each of them had his/her chance to end this struggle but failed only to leave it for the next generation but in each case an outside party be it god, mortal or in between has plotted and stopped them  only it has never been in such a fash
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Curse Of The Blood Rite:~Family Ties~ Chapter 11
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    Tears fall on to the mask piercing his face and in the dark; Adado heard her words echoing and snapped back to reality. He releases her and backs away running fast enough to leap the school fence and land on the opposite side of the street landing on the roof and kept going. As the crowd circle around Cyra to make sure she wasn’t hurt her thoughts turned to Adado and worried. As the police arrive and the day ends with everyone going home safely after knowing that all is well and that the investigation is well underway. Mean while Cyra is headed towards the tower and looks for Adado. S
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Gen G. (Gained) Auto!
Name- (First and Last)*:  Gen G. (Gained) Auto!
 
( new name if pre-reincarnation)*: Ginn Auto-maton  
 
Title*: Divine, God, Contractor, Creator!
Normal, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Negative-Platinum, Demigod, Divine/Angle, God, Damned/Demon, Devil, Sacred Beast, Contractor, Contracted!
Divine/Damned Protection: Original Third seat of power
 
Rank*: Immortal!
Mortal,  Godhood, fallen, Created, resurrected! 
Species/Race/Type*: (Specie or Race Type/Sub class): First Living Bio organic Machine
Gender*: Female!
Age*: Before time began XD!
Basic Stats: (Four digit figure 9999)
HP: 9999
SP:8888
ATK/Effect: 4000
DEF/Effect: 4000
INT/Effec
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    Blood moon rises as a dark realm becomes alive with discord as beings from all walks of life emerge from shadows, thin air, rifts between worlds, or plains of existence. As if a council of those feared by all and worshiped by those societies deems evil or unholy, the council of underworld gods and all that dwell within has gathered. Many have come and still wait for more to arrive.        
   
    (Ev'kish) “Hasn’t the other arrived yet many are getting impatient, and there is much to discuses?”                                
   
    (.......) “You should show a bit more of restraint of dark one, ha it’s been ages since I’ve seen that face.”                                    
    Says a voice of shear enjoyment at Ev'kish faults, which is followed by a being of pure might, Ev'kish looks in annoyance as a figure appears from the void of hell and stand meeting him eye to eye as they shadows of death and doom surround them.                    
    (Ev'kish) “Damn, since when do you make public appearances, I mean aren’t you suppose to be taking care of some bone yard, Nillgill?”        

    (Nillgill) “Funny, coming from one who had little fame to speak of.”                                                                            

    (Nox) “Since when do we let the rats in it smells of blood?”        

    (Nillgill) “Oh, you notice it’s my new colon, if you like I can give you the woman’s special, and since when do we let in the night stalkers.”                                                                                       

    (Ev'kish) “Watch your tongue Nillgill that’s no way to talk to women you should show the proper respect.”                        

    (Eresh) “Very noble coming from a forgotten puny god who has little respect for women considering your very odd relation”                                                       
    (Anuis) “Enough we have more important matters to attend to, then you petty squabbles.”   
                                           
    (Hades) “Agreed those who are here now must speak and we need to ready ourselves for war.”                                        

    Many others speak from the shadows, and their voice belong to vile and cruel beings, From Yalo, to Yaln, then across to Ishtar, Mictlant, his wife Micteca, Vels, Shava, Eshulles, Morri, Kebau. As many more arrive the council begin by having the demigod speak.                                                    

    (Neon) “Welcome, lets avoid the useless chatter, and get right down to the to the business at hand.”                                        
    (.......) “Hold that tone boy you should be more respectful as you are speaking to many who out rank and out power you.”            
    (Neon) “As you command great Tarus.”                        

    (Ev'kish) “Brother welcome when did you slip out from the underworld?”                                                        

    (Tarus) “Greetings dear brother, as for you question every three hours haha.”                                                            

    (Nox) “........”                                                        

    (Tarus) “Why so quite sister you look frightened haha, a goddess of the moon should not show such emotions when in the realm of the dead.”                                                            

    (Nox) “Not frightened, just wondering when you actually make a habit of public speeches.”                                                
    (Ev'kish) “Alright enough you two, there will be time for idle chit chat later Neon continue.”                                        

    (Neon) “Very well, the child born of man flesh, created from hell's vile filth has grown and received the gifts of the council along with the masks needed to enter the next stage of the journey.”            

    (Nillgill) “Then bring the human forward let him speak and show his god hood.”                                                        

    (Neon) “That is not possible at this time master Nillgill for he is after all human and is now under a new guidance, wify poo has him under lock and key.”                                                

    (Eresh) “That child of the holy white bitches, how can we let such a creature be near him?”                                            

    (Nox) “Holy she may be but moonlight shines in her blood she is of my decent.”                                                            

    The room falls silent those of death and destruction converse among themselves, as all eyes fall among the moon goddess she stands ready to defend the girl. As the room begins to roar like animals from beast of the jungle, to creatures of mystical standards. A voice rings from the farthest corner of the room, enters a being they weren’t expecting.    
                                          
    (.......) “Oh shut up already, haven’t you gotten enough bullshit out of the way.”   
                                                           
    (Nox) “Child of moon how can this be, you of all people entering the dark realm?”                                                

    (Eresh) “Daughter of the holy bitches, damn you; get out of here NOW.”                                                            

    (Cyra) “Really holly bitches, that’s the best you got well I guess that’s all I’d expect from such a deformed witch, anyways on to the matter at hand this is not my real body I sent a dole in to here to carry a message to you the next stage is already under way as the council is underway.” “Adado the Chosen of Canada has now collected all the mask and he is ready for the next fight physically but mentally he is very unstable do to the unnatural ways he received the gifts has caused him to change.”                                

    (Tarus) “Well its not like we were all sane to begin with hahaha, but you need to be more specific human.”                    

    (Cyra) “He’s completely fucked up, all those memories have messed with his mined they have spread and he can barely keep them from taking over.”                                                    

    As this news is brought before the council, Adado faces his own problems in reality. While he has faced this new pain, facing Seethe and Axle, and everyday life. He heads up to the top of Jewell tower his home since leaving the Orphanage. Seeing the sight of an old friend the warmth in the night, the moon white and big as ever he gazes upon it with eyes of fear. Alone at the top of Jewell tower these moments are rare even now that he can barely define himself from those past lives. Only through sheer will can even a sliver of his own sanity be traced back to reality, placing him nearly on the gap of insanity.

     As time passes in the mortal realm Adado watches with clear eyes at the moon as if trying to grip it from the very heavens, as the silence continues a faint sound drags him from his own world. Entering from the only door for the roof entrances he feels the presence of another who should never even be allowed in. This building wasn't met to be entered from the outside by human hands with out the help of the owner or the right magic spell and now seeing as no single of the spell being tripped he decided to create a set of clones using Death Scarecrow turning one in to the Headless Horseman another give control of to Vlad the Impaler.

    Two mass figures of the supernatural and fictional world yet stand ready at his command having obtained thee masked was not that long ago. Each by their own right a monster of fright yet master of death feeling the blood from them to him ancient brothers, sisters, old ancestors.

    (Adado) “Follow anyone e don’t know drag them to me screaming if need be have fun, oh and if they don't seem friendly cutting off a limn or two my do just the trick”

    (Headless) “And if they are those who seek the mask either the holy or other what then?”                                                        
    (Vlad) “Then we get more fun, cut of a few limbs and then drag them back for young mans playtime he could use a new hobby or two I have a few tricks you can use.”

    Saying with a grin this was the man feared more for the thousands he stuck to the stake then the amount of movies involving a stake to the heart. He new the path that lead to murder and the mind set to achieve the greatest of pleasure of it. As they enter, few know the true amount of rooms, training grounds, along with the storage meant for food, clothing and the mask vault that which only Adado and Cyra my enter. As they make their way to living or other wise makes an appearance the only level to be checked is the first training hall through to the vault. Entering the lowest floor a trace of magic catches ones attention, noticing they alert each other following the trail to the vault. Slightly opened a shadow is seen from the other side searching, as they have yet to be noticed watching to see whit mask is chosen or if all are taken.

    As the time slows from thought Adado watches as the figure reaches for a small object this one Adado does not recognize from his collection feeling the need to find out he acts. Jumping from behind the outer side of the door he rushes to the shadow yet in that short burst of time he catches nothing but is instead caught. Now being hung from the throat he see the figure as a blacked robed human not sensing a soul or killing intent but the sheer might of this grip. Neither losing in strengths Adado companions lunged at the foe only to have Adado thrown back as a meat shield, to reach the stairs outside of this room in a breath. Seeing this Adado and the others follow the pursuit of their target.

    As the night slowly follows these events, another being moves through mansion. Wearing black dress, long hair that could be mistaken for real silver, Cyra moves ghostly through her home. Taking long strides as if floating along the floor approaching the stair way that centers the the tower from roof to ground level. She knows that a fight is taking place, due to the connection she possesses with the spells cast here along with her sense of life. Following the path up she arrives on the scene of Adado confronting the daredevil that should not have entered this place.

    As the enters the roof doorway, the chase has already reached its end Adado is already exhausted his power far beyond what he could for one night. Both masks have returned to their hollow forms and he alone faces this intruder. Following the scenes she readies to assist Adado when needed but as if seen and action she tried to conceal the intruder leap past Adado and raced for Cyra reaching her in moments. Cyra is gasping for air as the her neck is nearly snapped in two, Adado enraged, all his wasted energy as replaced and now full to the brim. Readying to attack, but the motion of the opponent shows it would ended with captive being the injured party.

    (Adado) “Leave her be your challenger is me an no one else!”

    (......) “........”

    (Cyra) “I don’t think this one cares.”

    Saying with an impossible grip clutching her very breath, she knows this is not a human nor the presence of of darkness but one who seek their death facing one is too much. Adado losing to emotion launches only to have Cyra thrown to intercept. Colliding in mid air they fall only to see the figure reach them in an effort to avoid damage Adado rolls to tack the brunt of the lunge dagger pointed their way. Only to the sharp edge plunge into his upper back through his spin between where his shoulder blades intertwine. Screeching in pain he falls paralyzed. Watching in fright Cyra clings to Adado only slight as to avoid further injury, the figure having being ridden of one purser rushes to the edge of the building glancing back then leaping from atop the tower an.

    Cyra only looking but frozen in fear as to what to do for Adado as he lays there motionless. In that moment a voice piercing through the night sky approaches a being of overwhelming pressure and a scent that seamed as if fouled by the damned and fueled by their malice. In a robe forged by damned souls and chained by their sins, stand atop a stead of rotting flesh, his face corroded by age and worn through countless millenniums. A shadowed hood covers his eyes lifeless and yet reflected back the images he sees, such a being can only be long to one monster Pale and forgotten Death the horse man of death. Sensing only a void of emptiness she clings to Adado with tears flowing out of control. With every fiber of her being trembling yet mustering enough strength to move she rushes to her mask only to meet Death face to face and realize nothing can be done as though of what awaits makes her frozen in place.

    (Death) “Enough fear my child, I seek not her for u neither the core of darkness that lays next to thee!”

    (Cyra) “Then what do u seek? Only the afterlife follows beside u.”

    (Death) “True words to hear from such a young mind, but another rids at my side I can heal those connected to the damned such as the hire to the throne of Anarchist and the primordial blood line that flows through him.”

    Extending his reach a glow encloses on to Adado, shrouding him in a blanket of fog. Only to be evaporate and reveal a healed back with not trace of the fatal wound caused by the dagger. Holding the dagger in his hand he passes it over to Cyra who can use it for clues. Glancing at the body of Adado waiting for his breath to return, and if by chance Adado jumps from the floor with a face pained by agony lunged at the figure of Death blinded by blood that flowed from his back and covered his body. Cyra jumps outs and catches him seconds before, her voice rings him back from the void.                                                  
                
    (Cyra) “Slow down, before you over do it again, I don't think you want a fight with him right now!”

    (Adado) “Cyra? Your not hurt, what about the other one, and who is this guy?”

    (Cyra) “Settle down first, lets get that blood out of your eyes and then we can talk as for this visitor I think it better if you hear the whole story from him.”

    (Death) “As you wish though my stay may not be for long.”

    As they enter the tower again they descend, they arrive at a floor meant for gatherings and meetings also half of the floor is converted in to living quarters and lounge area. Adado is placed in one of the chairs as Cyra gets out a kit used for wounds caused by supernatural forces, he sense of time is returning. As she returns with the kit, Cyra wipes the fresh blood from his eyes as the burning dies down yet blurry. Blurred figures start to take shape as Adado sees Cyra face once again but his attention doesn’t stay with her for long as he searches for the presences placed across from him. He see a shadowy figure realizing this one was part of the dark real he tries to figure out his true nature before asking his purpose her tonight at the same time a intruder decides to make an appearance. Death sits quickly glancing at each movement and following they face and eye patterns this dark force has spent many years caring for the dead and following their lives to the end.             

    (Adado) “As a dark leader of the council why do you decide to make an appearance now as another guest party's through the tower.”

    (Death) “Simple you have gotten the attention of many beings both gods, demons, fallen beings, and even my brothers and I. You have taken many chances and fallen in to darkness many times only to be consumed with emotion and memories beyond countless years. Which is my reason for coming I have but one question have decided to continue down this path or to return back to your mortal life,”

    (Cyra) “That’s the only thing the council can ask now of all times?”

    (Death) “No,....Its my question for I have yet to fully accept you as the blood to the throne, but that is only based on the fact that every incarnation has failed to even once achieve victory, and you are the last.”

    (Adado) “Fair enough as for your question in truth I car very little about the past or the previous incarnations and their mistakes. Along with the council bullshit so in all do respect for the concern shown by the council worry for my current state of mind along with well being and the mind crashing virus from the family blood. As for wither I will continue or not I have yet to decide, as things stand. I'm more worried about that group of people who almost killed me a moment ago and what they want.”

    (Cyra) “Not to mention the twins who know so much about the masks and why now a horsemen who have never involved them selves in such a matter tell now are interested.”

    (Death) “Fair enough, but as I said I came here out of my own violation to judge you myself young man not for the council nor any other.”

    (Adado) “And?”

    (Death) “....You and proven your still in control of you mind and willing to chose a course that fits you line of sight in so doing so I have decided to offer my aid in this path and follow to see wither you will rise or fall.”

    As this matter continued; Adado new more eyes were on him then he thought and the only way to keep a lid on it was to have eyes of his own including those of the damned themselves.
Curse Of The Blood Rite:~High Hearts~ Chapter 1
1 Godly Lazzy Badass!! Second Ark Begins!
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 Primevil by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Prime-Evil:
Original being born before all, from the void who's purposes the Utter Slaughter of all those who think and claim to hold strength of or superior to all others. Appeared at the same moment with strength unequaled by another yet, matched by the pure persona of animal Instinct known as Pri-Primordial the female counterpart to Pri-Prime-Evil.



 Pri-Paradox  by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Paradox:
Original being born as the first Warrior who follows no form of warfare or military tactics, nor commands or commended by others. She only the path to victory which puts her as an equal force to her brother and sisters in all methods. She is the female counterpart the True Knowledge of all cosmos know to their race, Pri-Paragon.


 Pri-Paragon  by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Paragon:
Original being and persona of knowledge all is known of to him, Future in which every choice and action can even slightly shift his vision. Where at the same time the path of others he will not mention a single image of what is to be. Male counterpart to the personification of the the mind, Pri- Paradox.


 Pri-Phool Colored!! by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Phool:
Origin of myth creatures in human form, she is of fire and youth yet granted in presences and wisdom, she holds the key to many secrets of which hold a burden non can ever compare nor comment. As to not share in their fate she two took part in Pri-Profits plan and escaped along with her brother, female counterpart to Pri-Parallile.


 Pri-Parallel  by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Parallile:
Original, shapeless, formless without its other crystallized from neither would function, he is the soul master of wastelands every grain is but a small part if his form. He is one who in what he thought was just action helped Pri-Profit for the other to sleep and escaped and traveled with his brother, male counterpart to Pri-Phool.

 Random by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Prank
Origin of the bond, a formless, shapeless, and indestructibly unbreakable, all his brothers and sisters are connected and he will give his all for them never will to give up on them nor for them. He has one clear rule never cross family he trust them even if betrayed he would never damn them only pity and would urge the to seek their own salvation. Leading him to always knowing their true motive even from a single glace, non can escape his sense of truth. Only a true force of will can achieve such emotionally challenging state of mind , counter part to Punk.

 Prank by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Punk:
Origin of the calm, clear thought, and a endless understanding of any given situation, she never second guesses herself nor is will to venture if the path is uncertain. All choices in life she can weigh the pros and cons never leaping with out looking, and never leaving her fate to chance. Steps that must be taken have been and those that stray are erased before they appear all of her time is spent of the one clear point of mind, calmness, clarity, virtue, and respect tot he flow of life. Meditating for countless centuries never wavering nor giving in to desire, counterpart to Prank.




 Pri-Pandemic: by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Pandemic:
Original being born from the void with the first physical form with which she can create any shape or form she wills into reality. With a mind set of which none can ever predict what she will do and as she is unaffected by other. Her will is Omnipotent, female counterpart to he who invents the impossible, Pri-Pandemonium.


 
Pri Pandemic by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Pandemonium:
Original being born without the limits of reality just as others of the Pri's, he too can defy all logic and create anything considered none existent. For he is the Personification of balance both chaos and harmony are his to meddle with. Male counterpart to the force of manipulation of every shape and form, Pri-Pandemic.


 New by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Paradigm:
Original matter, all resources, minerals and precious gems are shards that fell from his arrival into material form. His unshakable build of which forms according to his mood and needs. One of several forced in to deep sleep during Pri-Proto's rampage, male counterpart to Pri-Predator.

 Old style/New design!  by AnarchyTwisted500
Pri-Priest:
Origin of matter, every star, planet, solar system, is his to come and go all forms of travel are outdated he can appear from one point in space to another. No original shape of from, he is able to change the smallest detail from eyes to toe any color, texture, or length from arm to leg he has taking the appearance of anyone either alive or creation strait from fiction. As life form develop he observes neither interacting nor applying his own views on their path . He believes no entity of power should interfere with another form of life, counterpart of to prize.  
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List of the finish Pri's Pantheon so far!!
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Just a hobbyist with lots of time on his hands I share this page with some friends of mine, (lets put it this way being to creative and having a huge imagination created many personalities and some are here to stay) they go by:


1. Daemon Noc Doc: a bottomless pit eating any and all things in his path(nearly bit my arm off) Zombie Dragon! XD

2. Fhaireoir: Giving out watches is a must and faving art from amazing artists is a duty I must perform. For I who hold the godly title of Divine God Watchers/Watchman must add all whole fall under my watchful eye!

3. Anarchist: Yours truly the All Mighty Dark Destroyer of Chaos MWhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Interests
  • Listening to: Silence
  • Reading: Reading my computer screen
  • Watching: the sky
  • Eating: Air
  • Drinking: Corona nuff siad
Yo Yo, been awhile since I've done a Entry so I thought I bring up a topic that gain some popularity these days which is Discord. I've joined the massive group and even started my own Server or two I've been looking for some members to start a group for RP, OC development, and just chatting shit up! So this is my shout out to all U guys passing by and watching me those that want to join just drop a me a note an Ill send u an Invite to me grand games!!


RP will be anything from dungeon conquering, to fantasy warfare, to just random shit we can mess with, looking for 10 member just to start things off but that does not mean I'm closing my doors after that many are welcome to join! This is going to be a place for the most unique individuals I've come in to contact with over the years on DA to meet and mingle to their hearts content!

U can use any and all OC of your own or create a unique one on the spot and just run with it I hope to start a grand game soon for as many members a possible.........SO COME ONE, COME ALL LET THE BLOOD BATH BEGIN!!!!!



Anarchy!!!!

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Ahoy an`Avast,Milady,thanks of lot fer the faves jacksparrowsunny Kopie by KomyFly  
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Aye matey, Tis me pleasure keep up the good work Me Hearty.!
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Thank you for the favourites!

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Your so welcome, keep up the good work!
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Thanks for the watch! :D
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My pleasure!!
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Thanks for the watch :DD
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My pleasure!!
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