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Dracoon
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OoC Not sure if you're still around, but hell if you show up, here's a nice greeting.
A small quiet laughter broke out within the poisonius fumes. The laughter died away quickly, only to come up closer. The laughter wasn't that of a mad man, or that of something funny, rather it was just a laugh. A clown stepped out from the fumes as they moved. He was rather tall and kind of creepy, like all clowns. It stood up straight and stared right at Xeios. |
Xeios
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A man sat on the top of a factory. Graffiti scarred the walls as if it had been there from some grreat accident. His feet dangled precariously over the edge, and he was smoking a cigarette. The night air loomed with foreboding, a bout would take place on this merely 100ft by 75 ft area. With the flick of his wrist, his Zippo brand lighter snapped shut, extinguishing the flames within. He slowly slid the lighter, shining a silver , reflected light, into the pocket o of his black leather pants. Pants which, seemed thave the style of jeans.His chest was covered in bandages, not from wounds, but for another more important purpose. His black longsleeve dress-shirt was unbuttonned, revealing these pristene white bandages. The sleeves on his shirt were rolled to his elbows, and the bandages stretched there as well. They went all the way to either of his hands, but his fingers were not wrapped. And each of them bore a tarnished silver ring. His index and middle fingers on his left hand reached to the cigarette. Pulling it loose from his lips, where he let out a puff of grey smoke.
His black combat boots tapped on the side of the wall, as if he were impatiently awaiting the welcome of bad news. The man was called Xeios, his eyes were a bright yellow, and his hair a white. He brought with him two ancient weapons, and two old revolvers. Single Action Army revolvers. Known as the Peacemakers in Western times. His pale complexion, bandages and hair, all contrasted the black clothing he wore. the hair, was long, and graceful, fluttered in the wind...
He drew in another breath, taking in the poisonous smoke. This would never have a harmful effect on the one called Xeios, for his demonic blood would not be succeptable to the harmful effects. |
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