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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 5:56 pm
 Cert will go here o3o HERP DERP art is herelizbot "Oh now, that be quite tha arm yer sportin, dearie," Ginger cooed in admiration, once again visiting the headmistresses office to visit with the Bin. The Acceptance Bin flexed it's new arm, before sagging sadly. It was hard to flew your muscles when you arm is all bone and...bone. "Now none o'that, ya hear? It's a right lovely arm, an likely mos capable! Ya shouldna be judgin' by appearances, in this of all places!" The Bin contemplated this. Well, arms could be used for things. Things like... writing. Maybe...the bin blushed. Maybe it would have enough time to write a little letter?
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:13 pm
"Sup?" Name: Samantha Lee Nicknames: Sammy, Lee Gender: Female Age: 23 (2017) Faction/Race Undead Zombie Personality:Samantha is a very outgoing zombie girl, while some might dream of being part of the FEARleaders, she would rather see girls be allowed on the FEARball team. She doesn’t want equal rights, she just wants to be allowed to knock heads too! This often lands her in trouble with the school since she’s often getting into scraps just to prove ‘zombies’ and ‘girls’ can be just as tough as everyone else. Even though she seems to be outwardly bold and spoken she does have self image issues, and what zombie doesn’t? She’s often seen sporting many different hats to cover up her bald spot and her skull chip. Sometimes even sporting a camo jacket when she’s having a really bad day. Usually she can be found hanging around the gym working out and causing trouble with some of the other students in the process. She’s even been rumored to be skipping other classes to be in the gym more often! It probably doesn’t help that she isn’t quite as focused on mental task as her peers, probably due to the nasty patch on her head she’s not so proud of. If one thing gets under her skin it would be any jokes about her ‘spot’ and she won’t hesitate to knock heads if someone starts teasing her about it. Why did they enroll at the academy? Samantha enrolled at the academy as a chance to prove she could be as good as the ‘guys’ and any none zombie in using fear. The fact that she gets to work out in a gym for a class is just a really awesome perk! Fear: Death Grip!- Samantha does have one use for that decayed creepy arm of hers. By focusing all her FEAR into her boney hand she can try to grab onto an enemy causing a cold decaying sensation where ever it hits. Early on it only effects the area grabbed, but later it may spread through the body of her victims causing panic, fear, and maybe even the illusion of temporarily decaying. The only problem is it only works with her left hand and she has to hold on for a few seconds to really pump you full of fear, if she only brushes you or punches you it will come across as a cold breeze. Also early stages require building up the FEAR, if someone gets her off guard they can knock her out of the whole process of building up the fear forcing her to start over before trying to grab onto her target. Death Strike: Since reaching year 2 Sammy has discovered recently that her FEAR can now manifest as a small purple flame along her arm, this comes in handy when it comes down to punching things in the face. Like her previous FEAR the blow feels cold as death it's self where it hits, but only for the second of impact from the punch and lingering after. Her Grip lasts until released. ---- Natural Fear:Endless March- Samantha never tires just like other undead. She doesn't sleep, and is able to function non stop at a steady pace so long as she has a natural supply of FEAR. (IE: Not being in the human world where she is forced to rest due to lack of FEAR around her) Unyeilding: Building on her ability to function without sleep Samantha is able to stand serious punishment to her body and keep functioning. Broken limbs, and organs do not slow her as much so long as she has enough FEAR to force her body to keep moving.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:28 pm
Battle Card:  PINS: Earned after fighting Jingleberry during her year 1 exams. Artifacts: Sword of ProtectionObtained after meeting Excalibur, it usually appears as a golden pendant with a bright blue rune of protection, strapped normally to her hip from her belt loops. When summoned the pendant is the guard of a long gold and silver sword. The rune of protection in its hilt. Once summoned she is able to use the artifact to copy one non-GM fear attack used during a fight. Be it her own, or an opponents. And must be rolled according to the Year of the ability. (This doesn't copy modifiers such as personal artifacts that negate back lash from Gamblers Chance, or ensure a never miss ect. it just copies the base attack rules) Outside of Battle: She is able to focus on a new rune on the sword and enter the dreams of others once a OOC Week. See Spoiler Below for art. Note: When invoked she re-summons the sword to go with her artifact shield giving her the appearance of a 'knight' but can't use it's ability a 2nd time. Invoke Artifact: Shield of Creation Book: Pokemon ORP AU
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:30 pm
- Head of the Fitness Club: currently inactive as Sammy is distracted and shockingly lazy. - "Hand Of The King" - Student Council of 2017
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 6:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 6:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 6:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 6:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 5:45 am
(( Reposting here because I lost the thread)) It had been a few days since Sammy had woken up in a pile of pillows and blankets, confused and worn out from sleeping. It wasn’t a restful sleep, it was one that left her wondering when and how long she had been out only to find Siddie waiting to explain what had happened to her. Even then neither ghoul knew what dropped her into the sudden comma , all she knew is she had a lingering headache that trailed since waking up.
So every few hours she would feel a twinge in the back of her mind, nagging and bothering her causing her to excuse herself from class wandering down the halls. Today was a rather horrible day, the pain was creeping from the back to the front of her head causing her eyes to flare at the worst times. Stumbling down the hall she didn’t realize the shifting as the hall turned into a tunnel. By the time she realized where she was it was too late. She stood outside the Haunted House, tall and foreboding as always, but when it would appear was never set in time or for a reason.
“The hell is this about…” she moved towards the door pressing inward to see what the house would hold for her today, the headaches still continued, but it wasn’t getting any better. The hall was long and aimless leading her to seemingly nowhere. Somewhere in the distance a piano played and the hall seemed to change, faint hints of blue, the carpet, the walls, slowly it all became a tad bluer. The lights where getting brighter too and her eyes flickered dimmer as the headache grew stronger she hated bright lights with these odd eyes of FEAR. Somewhere up ahead a door grew brighter at the edges.
“Alright, let’s see what this is…” She pressed through the door and the light grew brighter as the song picked up. The room was blinding at that moment the world washed out in light. The next thing she knew a hand was tapping her back.
“Hey. C’mon wake up. Christ I knew we had issues falling asleep didn’t know waking up was such a b***h for you.” Samantha slapped Sammy on the back, the Silver girl was still sporting white oversized clothing, no longer concerned about the fashion of the blue kingdom and a life long past. “Up and at em, this is the right place isn’t it? Looks like it to me. Hey, Bar Keep bring her a drink will you? Whiskey for me and don’t be shy fill the glass tall. You drink don’t you? You’re as old as I am right 21 and all?”
Sammy groaned, her headache had hit a peak it seemed and now she was waking up in a bar somewhere in the Haunted house? “N-no I’m… 19 I can’t… they don’t let us drink yet in Halloween.” She groaned again sitting up looking at the bar keeper, a simple man wearing a blue outfit with strange blue markers in his shirts cuff links.
Samantha looked over raising an eyebrow over violet eyes, “Halloween? Is that like one of our Kingdoms?” Sammy could only turn towards her other self, blinking. “The Jack do you mean about kingdoms? Halloween is the opposite of the Human world, you ain’t a hunter or something?” She sat up a bit straighter eyes flaring up. “Who the Jack are you? How did you get in here!?” stumbling from her seat Sammy flared her fear, purple flames licking her bone fist.
“Holy s**t Candace was right you are an aggressive b***h!” Laughing she stood up again moving away from the crazy corpse with a burning fist. All the while a piano in the room continued to droll on around them. “Look it’s a simple thing, I’m you, from another place another time and world. And I um…I wanted to meet you.” Samantha moved closer to Sammy taking a long sip from her drink. “In your world I never existed, I was created from fragments and memories of you but I lived a different life.” The copy, Samantha looked at the burning fist again scowling, “Put that out, I hate fire… you’ll end up killing us both in your own head with that stuff.”
Sammy of course just stared her own eyebrow mimicking Samantha’s own as her eyes flickered, “You’re me? How can that be I’m me and what do you mean in my head?” She was still tense but the flames went out as she rolled the flames in her sockets. “It won’t burn, I make it, and it’s cold. Only burn you get from it is frost bite and a sense of being dead.”
Samantha only laughed more, “Oh I’ve been dead, twice over now and it sucks like hell. Well the sleeps good but the process to get there, that’s the part that seems to really suck. All I wanted was trying to get here, to see you, died on the way trying to help others and get a good nights sleep but I finally found you so I gota wait just a bit longer.” The human copy of Sammy moved to the bar again finishing her drink. “You might want one, seriously, you don’t even know about the past few days I’ve had hell you’ve got about 26 years of my life to understand.” She took her second drink moving across the bar. That was when Sammy finally started looking around a bit. It wasn’t just a bar, it was a casino. Slots lined one wall, tables at another, they sat at a bar but she couldn’t spot the piano. The bartender simply nodded going back to his bar as Sammy continued to look around.
“Why a Casino?”
“Because that’s what my world was. One of seven, ours was a city. Money, drugs, and lots of chaos.” She tapped her own head before pointing at the Ghoul, “Give it time, you’ll remember it eventually. I think.” Stretching out she walked past the roulette table tapping it lazily. “See, in my world, they had seven kings. Ours was a man named Harrison.” The image of a short haired hunter came to Sammy’s mind, but something else overlapped it, a flickering image of the King Samantha spoke of. “He had a Queen named Rep.” For a moment Sammy started to laugh but stopped stumbling backwards towards the bar bouncing off of it. The image of Rep the hunter, cruel vicious, angry soon twisted with the image of a rather comical but in his own odd way caring figure with the same face. “Yeah, he didn’t seem fond of me either once he recalled who I was. Or we are. What did you do to piss em off so much?”
This time the emotions ran backwards, Sammy’s own feelings and thoughts rushing back to Samantha. The images of Hunters fighting with Halloween, every bitter promise Sammy made to kill them one by one. The memory of Red and all the things Sammy had seen.
“We aren’t any worse than they are. We all spilled blood and fought…” She looked away though, Sammy’s face wasn’t quiet in the place that her words where. “So what, what’s this all about?” She moved to the bar taking a seat crossing her arms, purple eyes of fire flickering.
“It’s simple. We wanted to be remembered. I’m not the only one who might have made it here. Others might have too. But the reason why? Because they were good people. Even once they woke up. They were there to save the people they cared about. You know as well as I do what Loyalty is. I died for them, and they did things they would have never wanted to in order to help people they care about.”
Emotions rolled around them, the debates to kill Harrison, what to do with the Blues turned Silver. The gun pressed to the back of Samantha’s head or her own, Sammy was starting to feel a blur between the two memories.
“So you’re getting it now? What I want?” Samantha tipped her second drink back.
“S-sort of…” She looked to the bar tender, “Hard Cider please?” When the bottle was passed to her she quickly opened it chugging a bit down before rubbing at her forehead again. “So what now? You just blast me with twenty some years of your life in some hyper speed movie? You’re the reason I’ve had all these headaches and crap aren’t you?” She lifted the bottle once more gulping down the chilled cider.
“Well, yeah basically, I was thinking it’s more like a mixing pot? We toss a bit of me back into you and we all live on as one person instead of a me and a you and everyone being two separate parts.” The human girl moved putting her glass on the table before hopping on the bar counter leaning back casually on her hands. “You seem like a decent person, I mean, I see what Candace meant but from what I’ve seen in your head you are a good person. You care about them, Siddie, Shehk, Red, the whole school. Even with some of them hating you or refusing to talk to them I can see it, you’re like me. You would die fighting for them.” She spoke softly a lazy smile on your face. “You know how I am about Family, you just have a different one, one you grew up with as your only home. You’ve been through a lot but you already have everything I would have wanted. I like your life… even if you all look a little crazy.” This earned her a scowl from Sammy, “Hey hey in my defense we all looked Human in our world, I’m still coming to terms with what that crazy doctor Maladore looks like, some undead bird beak crazy thing. As if he wasn’t creepy enough in our world. Rep’s actually a bit more sensible with his clothes though, that’s nice. The Queen glasses where ridiculous.” Slipping off the bar Samantha waved a hand in the air. “But it doesn’t matter how we look or what not, what matters is you keep protecting them, but that you realize, not everyone is a bad guy. I spent too much time doing that, making more enemies then friends. Those other people those Hunters right? They care about each other and their family just as much as you do.”
To this Sammy only looked away, the warmer memories washing over her, Jerry had actually said things that complimented her, in the other world Samantha hadn’t mocked Rep and though Rep had, he latter respected her and admitted it a bit before they parted ways. Purple flames met violet eyes as the two studied each other for a while.
“So what happens next? You said we’re in my head? This is a dream?” She seated herself carefully on a stool watching the alternate her pacing across the casino floor. They both grew silent till Samantha finally spoke moving closer to put a hand on Sammy’s shoulder, it was then she noticed the bone tattoo on her arm. “Pretty much, something about the place you ended up in startled you memories or my memories rather and you passed out so I took over and here we are.”
Samantha took a good look around a small sad smile crossing her lips, “I have this tugging feeling, like the last of me is going to fade away. I think that means you’re about to wake up.” Turning to the bar they both found the bartender was already gone, a glass rattling on the table where he was going to put it down. “Ah yup, things vanishing, definitely time for me to get going.”
At this Sammy frowned, “Where? I mean, you talked about going with me or living in my head but how? You aren’t going to be like a weapon or something are you?” The living girl shook her head, “No. I’m going to be a part of you, a little tiny bit, my memories will live on with you and maybe, I’ll wake up sometime and just watch the world you live in. I don’t honestly know.” Samantha turned looking at her hand for a moment watching as it curiously seemed to fade.
“Anyhow. You have a life to get back too, I think I’m going to take a nap now…”
The world went black.
When Sammy finally woke up she found herself in the same room she had dreamed, but now the room looked faded and dull, no lights, no music, empty almost with its now grey and dusty figure. As her burning eyes swept over the room un-expected memories jumped forward, sharing a drink with Candace and Rep, standing with G at the table that decided they would both die. All of it came and went in a blink of an eye, still there, yet unsorted and disorganized. Still it was silent, whatever the other self had been it was no more, no longer a headache but a series of memories that still hadn’t quiet found the right place to rest.
“Well… least I don’t have class tomorrow…” It would give her plenty of time to dwell on the whole ordeal and what it all might mean for the future.
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