Gather 'Round the Meteor Fire -- End Game Camp

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    [align=justify]Though they didn't speak up, Ira decided they would join the others. After all, what was the point in them being there if they weren't going to do anything, right? And besides, they had been waiting to get the chance to do something like this for a long while now.
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    GENERAL:
    ★ IRA CIPHER | AGENDER
    ★ pansexual panromantic | they/them
    ★ single | ½ ________
    ★ bill cipher x npc | two years old
    ★ member of the cartel and blizzardclan | no titles
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    IMPORTANT NOTES:
    ★ has a dormant demon attached to their soul named sathanus (demon of wrath)
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    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ joined the cartel
    ★ joined blizzardclan
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    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [main] | health: 100%
    — solid cream feline w/ magenta eyes + long fur
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none
    — mutatuions: none
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    PERSONALITY:
    ★ rude, sarcastic, unempathetic, violent, vengeful
    ★ patient, intelligent, manipulative
    ★ knows how to hold a grudge
    ★ doesn't care how others feel or think
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    POWERS:
    ★ scent manipulation
    ★ sound manipulation
    ★ conjuration
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    INTERACTION:
    ★ medium physically | medium mentally
    ★ starts fights
    ★ attack in [color=#ff0077]#ff0077

    [fancypost=background-color: none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 9; line-height:110%;color:;]---- he was late to showing up at the camp after pledging himself in the cartel camp, but he was here now, and isn't that whats important? his sweatshirt fluttered slightly when he moved, the crown on the front shining in bright golden threads. a long weed stuck out of his mouth.


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    GENERAL:
    ♔GEORGE WILLIAM FREDERICK | KING GEORGE III | MALE
    ♔ bisexual • biromantic • pansensual
    ♔ twenty six moons | ages every 60 posts
    ♔ executor of the cartel | blackheart rogues
    IMPORTANT THINGS:
    ♔ reincarnation of king george iii
    RECENT EVENTS:
    ♔ joined the blackheart rogues april 27th
    ♔ promoted to executor april 11th
    ♔ promoted to vanguard april 3rd
    ♔ joined the cartel
    ♔ created march 25th
    PHYSICAL:
    ♔ SALUKI [main] | health: 100%
    — tall, white, regal saluki. has golden eyes rimmed with red from constantly being tired. replaced his cloak for an oversized red sweatshirt with a crown stitched on the front.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    PERSONALITY:
    ♔ extremely narccissistic. very clingy, lowkey cares a lot about everything. huge public flirt; hopeless romantic. very intelligent
    ♔ slowly growing insane
    ♔ has warped since of 'love'
    ♔ ENTJ - T • Slytherin • Erudite
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ♔ single; angry | ½ [nothing] | bitter over thomas jefferson
    ♔ parents - npc x npc | gen 1
    ♔ siblings - tbd
    ♔ children - viktor frederick
    ♔ friends - thomas jefferson
    ♔ allies - all clanmates
    ♔ enemies - frightfur seraphim, twistedpaw, menhit
    POWERS:
    ♔ thought manipulation + mind control - discovered - mastered
    ♔ eye color control - discovered - mastered
    ♔ dead body possession - discovered - mastered
    ♔ metal summoning - discovered - mastered
    ♔ shapeshifting - undiscovered - unmastered
    INTERACTION:
    ♔ slips in 'old english' as his memories return
    ♔ hoards precious metals and gems
    ♔ extreme physically | extreme mentally | will start fights
    ♔ attack/speak in #ff6969

    ((throw "End Game" in that title! spread the word! :P ))


    "May as well attack the Sanctum too. I hear they used to be shitty but they're actually growing in popularity. Let's knock 'em down a few pegs so they can figure out how the real world works. I hope you all are helping with the raids going on too, show some End Game spirit." He drawled, happy that raids were being planned. "A capture raid sounds good." He commented idly in Jammal's direction, "Feel free to set one up."

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    ♡ ♡ ♡ TAGS Flowey pads into camp, talons digging into the dirt, his black eyes glance for a few moments to @CHARA. they seem familiar, like he knows them, but he doesn't remember any SAVEs but his own.


    He is there in time to hear Ululare mention raiding the Sanctum, and pipes up, "I'll lead a raid there, I want people who come with the intent to strike quickly and steal as many members as possible." He then smiles his carved smile, face flashing to Ululare's and then to Chara's before going back to his own.


    Flowey. wrote:

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    ♡ ♡ ♡ TAGS Flowey pads into camp, talons digging into the dirt, his black eyes glance for a few moments to @CHARA. they seem familiar, like he knows them, but he doesn't remember any SAVEs but his own.


    He is there in time to hear Ululare mention raiding the Sanctum, and pipes up, "I'll lead a raid there, I want people who come with the intent to strike quickly and steal as many members as possible." He then smiles his carved smile, face flashing to Ululare's and then to Chara's before going back to his own.


    Send me the link! Cause shredder's gonna s there only he's gonna use his lion form so his 'clanmates' won't know

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Flowey? Damn it! Now I have to deal with this piece of shit, fuck. How the hell did they even know I was here? Better be careful, considering I killed him once. They didn't make any sudden movements, or show that they were intrigued by them. However, they didn't flat out ignore them either. It simply looked like they were passive about their presence.


    //oml flowey

    Lio's ears perked quietly, the voices in her head whispering encouragement to her actions. End Game, they told her. An End game. A place of chaos. Lio didn't give a damn about what the hell their purpose was, but Haria spoke of chaos, and Lio loved chaos. Lucky for Haria that Lio was more than willing to do so for the goddess's benefit. "I heard the word raid," she chuckled softly, little fluffy tail twitching slightly. This would be perfect with that stupid little clan of law that Haria hated so much. Lio could tear that fucking thing apart, and be Haria's number one. The thought made the little weasel cackle. This looked like the place for her, at least until someone tried to boss her around. Then she'd have hell to pay to them.

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    ♡ ♡ ♡ TAGS Suddenly, as he glances at Chara's stony face, he manipulates a leaf on his vine to wave slightly, smiling at them, now he remembers them[, or at least, they had had the same goal, and that eventually, they killed him, and now, he remembers the true name, Chara."I would like for Chara to lead this raid with me, they are eager, and I believe they could have some interesting ideas, if they'll accept my offer." What a wonderful idea! He knows it is a great idea, and is quite proud of himself.


    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]MOTHER OF FUCK! They were starting to regret coming here, as they didn't want to deal with flowey at the moment. Sure, they knew where Frisk was and all, but they had abandoned them and returned to their old ways. Not wanting to seem weak in front of so man others the canine nodded in response. "I will accept the offer, and shall we discuss the matters privately?" Working with Flowey was not the ideal goal that they were striving for, but hey they were helping in some way. Although the sanctum was pretty interesting. Hmm, maybe working with Flowey wouldn't be so bad. Either way if either of them died they'd come back to life.


    // ic opinions

    He zoned out of the conversation for awhile, rolling onto his back much like a dog, soaking in the sunlight as he stretched his neck across the dusty ground. He raised a claw into the air, as if grabbing one of the meteors he could feel miles and miles up in the sky. They're getting closer. He thought dreamily, reveling in his power as it slowly charged up, happy that they were still listening to his command of clumping together. Hopefully his aim this time would be just as good. "Yes." He muttered, "Over halfway there now." And then it would be time to strike again.

    //I think it's safe to say that the attack was a failure.



    Krieger groaned as he was brought back, wounded and suffering from a damaged ego. That had started out so well and ended in misery. Either way he sorely wanted even more revenge on the Sanctuary, damn them and their meddling! The cyborg snorted lightly as he worked on repairs, other days and chances would come, but for now he had to focus on recovery.

    (OOC: So, I've a character who is well... completely crazy, and has a thirst for blood. She's currently hiding low, pretending to be friendly in much calmer clans. In order to get a character to join in here, do I just jump into end game posts? or do I have to post somewhere special)

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    Character: Lambda/Crynid "Cry"


    IC: A cloaked figure was the next to arrive in End Game's camp. All that was visible from within the cloak
    was a pair of ice cold eyes. "Hey, I heard quite a bit about you all." The figure spoke loudly, announcing
    her presence. "I'm keeping it simple. I want in on this fun!" She shouted, standing in the middle of their
    camp.
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    SCARAMOUCHE the ASSASSIN


    "Then welcome to the madhouse, babe. Do me a quick favour and toss over that clump of marigold by your feet. I need it for my wounds."
    Scaramouche requested as he dabbed away at the open wound on his leg with an old rag. At least new blood in the group would be useful for future conflicts.


    "It's Great To Be Back, Folks!"



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