Posts by Aveskyre

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  • Re-starting

    So I am Necronyx Astralga in reality, as my stubborn sister decided to have a little fun and reset my password using a chain email and changing the base email to hers.


    So I have to start over... maybe someday I can merge this to my original account. But for now....


    Yep. Thanks for reading...

  • The Subterreanean (Tracking)

    NOTE: I AM Necronyx Astragla, so this isn't plagarism. Please sign up here, not on this thread:


    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…0.msg40749722#msg40749722


    [size=36pt]тнє ѕυвтєяяєαηєαη[/size]
    TRACKER


    [shadow=red,left]ιηтяσ∂υ¢тιση[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]вαѕι¢ ρℓσт, ¢σηтιηυм σƒ ιηтяσ (read the intro if you have not)[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]яυℓєѕ (яєα∂ ƒσя уσυя σωη gσσ∂, ιηƒяα¢тισηѕ ωιℓℓ вє ∂єαℓт ωιтн):[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]αηησυη¢ємєηтѕ![/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]¢нαяα¢тєяѕ:[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]ƒσям (σρтισηαℓ, ρяєƒєяяє∂)[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]ραятι¢ιραηтѕ (Roleplayers)[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]му ƒσямѕ:[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]яєƒєяєη¢єѕ/ηєω тσ тнє нρ ωσяℓ∂?[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]яρ тняєα∂[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]ѕυggєѕтισηѕ/яєqυєѕтѕ ƒσя ρℓσт[/shadow]

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    [shadow=red,left]α∂νєятιѕιηg (вαηηєяѕ, єт¢)[/shadow]

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  • Subterreanean-- RP thread, signups inside.

    {This is the RP. For the Signups, see the link below or my signature. For the Tracker, see my profile.
    Hogwarts people, you will come in. No worries—what’s a HP RP without Hogwarts?
    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1001380.0}
    Rain splattered on the closely huddled roofs, pelting Draco with their incessant darts of water. The sky was overcast, blocking out the feeble moon which cowered, unseen, smothered in the smoke of the despondent grey clouds.
    Draco half-stumbled, half-sprinted down a forgotten alley, distorted shadows cast by the flickering lamplights of the woebegone street, heedless of direction or distance. His raven-black robes, now tattered and torn, flapped limply behind him, the sodden cloth dragging down his steps.
    Of course, he felt like collapsing on the spot and dying, no flowers on request, but fear drove him blindly on, dread shoving him forward in complete ignorance of where he was going.
    How could they have possibly guessed? Other than his extensive lack of compassion and his pure-blooded status, they had no reason to suspect him. For goodness gracious sakes, he was underage. Why couldn’t they use their logic to eliminate him as a possible Death Eater?
    But of course, he was just denying the undeniable.
    A sharp smack in the face jolted him back to reality as he staggered back, hissing an impressive stream of, ahem, censored language intermixed with a number of curses. A half-rotted door hung at an odd angle, boards black with decay, rusted hinges hanging off a caving wall. But it was enough to hide in—and at this point, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
    Dashing into the hut and praying it wouldn’t collapse and bury him in the midst of a cockroach infested grave crawling with termites, he closed the door quietly and scanned his surroundings.
    Obviously, it had been someone’s hideout or home—an old decrepit stove leaned on its last legs in a forgotten, cobweb-strewn corner. Mice—or were they rats? chirped and chittered in the walls, their beady eyes glittering maliciously in the near-darkness.
    Draco considered sitting down on the floor, but re-considered not to.
    His eye caught an odd, miraculously clean canister on the ground a little ways away, a red light blinking in the tangible shadows. Numbers, weren’t they? In a precise order, ticking down one integer to the next…
    Instinctively, he drew his wand, coughing violently as he rasped, “Prote—“
    By the time he noticed the faint, sickly sweet smell, he had already collapsed to the floor.

  • Subterreanean-- RP thread, signups inside.

    OOC: That is for you to determine... but if you don't want to determine... um... lemme think....
    People, just... make up characters as you go...
    IC: Draco was dimly aware of the freezing, damp atmosphere as blinding splashes of nondescript color danced in a confusing dervish of light and shade. A throbbing, unpleasant sensation stung at the base of his neck-- it was possible that he had crashed against something on his way down. His brain, befuddled still with the sweet odor of whatever had been released from the canister, refused to respond as he slowly turned on his side, reaching for his hawthorn wand-- which wasn't there.
    Instantly, he jolted up, breathing hard-- he was practically useless without the wizard's instrument-- no strength, average speed, not much dexterity and almost zero non-magical fighting experience or ability.

  • Subterreanean-- RP thread, signups inside.

    OOC: Is Keira part of the Subterreanean?
    IC: Draco glanced to his left as Keira slammed into the concrete beside him, slightly startled as he recoiled back.
    "Isn't she the oxymoronic Slytherin mudblood?" he murmured in confusion, scanning Keira up and down with something more or less disdain, oblivious to her attempts to protect him.

  • Subterreanean-- RP thread, signups inside.

    Draco glanced briefly at Keira, face portraying no apparent appreciation or thanks. His cold grey eyes flicked up to her brother as he calmly regarded him with a trace of cocky disdain despite his obvious disadvantage.
    "So," he said in an annoyingly bored voice, "You're a Mudblood too, aren't you?" His eyes glittered with malicious intent. "I was surprised your incompetency could sustain the slightest spell, much less an Unforgivable."
    He moved his hands surreptitiously behind his back to hide his erratically trembling fingers, staring back at her brother as if daring him to make his move.
    Not that he actually wanted him to make any move at all.

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    "Fine," Draco responded tersely, getting up and dusting himself off carelessly.
    He surveyed Keira with an indifferent look as if he honestly didn't care who she was and that she was just blocking his eyesight.
    "What are you doing here, M-- Keira?" he asked flatly.