Posts by phantasm old characters

[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]up to you, i'm fine either way! aramis is pretty vain and arrogant but i have a feeling jagged is too, so whatever works for you haha. if you could make, that'd be great!
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Oh, a game? This one sounded simple enough, though unlike the games he had played as a young human, no physical activity was involved. Strange. Was this what most games were like these days? Well, Aramis certainly wouldn't mind playing. [color=white]"I'll join in," the dragon said cheerfully as he walked over.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Well, someone didn't seem like she was in a good mood. Aramis would have tried some of his romantic compliments to lighten the mood, but she seemed like she was the permanently pissed off type so...he'd leave her be for now. Instead, the dragon would offer a courteous smile and a slight bow. [color=white]"Welcome to the Tribe. I'm Aramis Virizion, but you can just call me Ara," he said with a smile.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Aramis had been having similar problems choosing his own Tribe name. He had been thinking something along the lines of "Arabesques Through Fiery Skies" so he could keep the nickname Ara. Even if their tribe name didn't have to be related to their real name, he would prefer to have some kind of connection between the two names. [color=white]"Ah, I'm pretty bad with names," the dragon would chuckle apologetically as he walked over. [color=white]"I certainly couldn't come up with anything to describe a beauty like you," Aramis would add with a smile, showing his romantic side.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]If nothing else, Aramis was fast. His defenses weren't all that great, so he preferred just dodging attacks when they came. That's why, as Woodworkangel feigned his first attack, Aramis's first instinct was to move sideways, away from him like a skittish deer. He moved in almost a blur, just a flash of green as he side-stepped and positioned himself behind Woody, who had just started his second, real attack. Darting forward, Aramis aimed to sneak a hoof underneath the trans boy, hook his legs, and flip him.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Ah. Well, that sounded complicated to say the least. Aramis had just had his soul transferred to different bodies, thankfully in one piece. [color=white]"Sounds interesting. I can't imagine it would have been a pleasant experience," the dragon would comment with a frown, but really, what did he know of others' and souls?
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]on and off or short term relationship with aramis?
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Like Calypso, Aramis was quite the wanderer as well. He was out in the territory not too far from the two when he heard voices, and quickly trotted over to spot the Chieftain and a stranger. Perhaps it was a joiner, or someone from an ally? Smiling graciously towards Damien, the deer-resembling dragon would trot over next to Calypso.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Ah, he had a Tribe name. They always seemed quite long and needless to Aramis, but customs were customs, he supposed. He ought to start planning his own anyways. [color=white]"Ah, I'll just go with Rush. Long names aren't my cup of tea," Aramis said with a chuckle. [color=white]"It's a pleasure to meet you!"
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Ah, he supposed she made a good point. Aramis had never really been in bad situations in the past. Sure, there were situations when he had fallen from grace, periods of depression, bouts of anger or insatiety, but none of it was traumatizing. Yes, Aramis had lived quite a good life. [color=white]"A good point, I suppose," the deer-resembling dragon would say.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]tracking for now
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Though Aramis loved the brilliant golden glow of the day, he had no qualms about appreciating the beauty of the night either. That was what he was doing as Gavin had her nightmare, merely staring up into the sky, happily watching the twinkling stars above him. Hearing the sound of breathing and pawsteps, Aramis would turn. Upon spotting Gavin, he would offer up a friendly smile before noticing her distress. [color=white]"Are you alright?" the dragon questioned as he trotted over, concern clear in his voice.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]of course; that's fine! do you need me to make?
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Well, he may as well get this over with. [color=white]"Arabesques Through the Night Sky," Aramis would say.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Aramis, to be honest, saw nothing wrong with the Clans. He wasn't the type to be provoked without justifiable reason either, so the dragon would merely just stand there. He didn't know many of the Clans, nor their members, but the ones he had met all seemed to be nice. Zekrom and Reshiram were both Clanners, after all, and they were nice enough (other than the occasional fight, but that was a given).
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Ah, chess! A quite respectable game in Aramis's opinion. Smiling towards the others, he would move over to the group. [color=white]"Ah, it's been a while since I've last played --" a fvcking understatement, since Aramis's human body had been dead for well over a couple hundred years [color=white]"-- but I'd be glad to have a game with you," he said with a grin.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Aramis wasn't usually a reader. After all, he had been recruited, back as a human, as a musketeer, and his literary skill wasn't all the great either. After being reincarnated into this form, well, he had learned how to read, but his primary business was going around as a sort of bodyguard for hire. Reading? Not a particularly big part of his life.

However, he had come across a book today, discarded casually in the territory, and took some interest in it. Pride and Prejudice, the title read. It was a book Aramis had heard of, meaning it was quite old and famous. Probably a classic. Well, he could get a good read out of it. Sparring practice could always wait; it had been some time since he had the interest to read a book. Settling down, the dragon would start at the beginning.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife..."
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2315409.0
ah sorry for the delay, but here's the thread!
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Ah, a joiner it was! Breaking out into a pleasant smile, Aramis would dip his head in welcome to Damien. [color=white]"Welcome to the Tribe!" the seven foot tall dragon would say enthusiastically. [color=white]"I'm Aramis Virizion, but you can just call me Ara," he said with a smile. Ah, it was always nice having newcomers.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; padding: 0px; line-height: 108%; text-align: justify; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px]Upon spying the scene, Aramis would trot over with a frown. Like the other two, he wasn't easily provoked -- you couldn't be, if you worked in the combat field. However, in this environment, the dragon had no problem speaking his mind. The only problem was that Macabre had beat him to scolding the antagonistic female, so Aramis would only trot over to offer his support should something unexpected happen.
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