#My character be VERY mad.

Stefan's first wrath form comes out but he simply sighs and walks up to slag. "Trust me idiot. I would not hesitate to kill an asshole like you. I've been through far worse than an asshole so watch that tongue of yours before I rip it out with my tail." Stefan smiles as he sits back down. "And anyway...ONE scar? I've got three so don't act all tough. We've all seen worse shit than you could ever dream of."

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#Yeah if I were you I would stop insulting because he might actually want to fuck you're character up.

Stefan's first wrath form comes out but he simply sighs and walks up to slag. "Trust me idiot. I would not hesitate to kill an asshole like you. I've been through far worse than an asshole so watch that tongue of yours before I rip it out with my tail." Stefan smiles as he sits back down. "And anyway...ONE scar? I've got three so don't act all tough. We've all seen worse shit than you could ever dream of."

Slag turns and pulls off his vest revealing that his entire body is covered in brutal scars, most of which would have killed a normal man. He takes a long drag on his cigar turns back to look out the window.

"Like I said shit happens every day kid, I know what goes on in the world my body has been through hell," turning back around, "The worst part is I remember how I got every last one of these. every mistake, those i couldn't save" He stared into Stefan's eyes, "You see the difference is I don't have anything to prove, makes me wonder what you're so afraid of, you take what I say as insult but it's nothing more than words...the truth."

Slag shrugged walked over to Stefan and bowed in apology, He then put his cigar out in his hand and sat down his vest which was still on the ground turned to smoke and was back on his body.

"That makes two of us. I failed to save the ones I loved and ended up as a freak." Stefan answers putting on his shades too hide his upset eyes. "Each rune is a family member I could not save. And I sadly have space for one more."

Chesh tapped his chin thoughtfully. His purple attire seemed to ruffle as his body floated gently above the ground.
"I do believe I have one scar." A smile crossed his face as he playfully lifted up his shirt, exposing his abdomen. He pointed at a spot right below where his ribcage was set, giving most people who were watching a sight of a small, white scar. It was shaped like a perfect circle, and seemed to stand out quite noticeably against his tan skin.
"Ah, there it is! Isn't it cute?" He cooed, petting it with the tip of his finger while a giggle escaped his lips. "Though I'm not quite sure how I happened to obtain it."

#Guys.. Didn't Acute already make it clear that this was supposed to be a 1-2 post response? Not an actual roleplay..?

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Chesh tapped his chin thoughtfully. His purple attire seemed to ruffle as his body floated gently above the ground.
"I do believe I have one scar." A smile crossed his face as he playfully lifted up his shirt, exposing his abdomen. He pointed at a spot right below where his ribcage was set, giving most people who were watching a sight of a small, white scar. It was shaped like a perfect circle, and seemed to stand out quite noticeably against his tan skin.
"Ah, there it is! Isn't it cute?" He cooed, petting it with the tip of his finger while a giggle escaped his lips. "Though I'm not quite sure how I happened to obtain it."

#Guys.. Didn't Acute already make it clear that this was supposed to be a 1-2 post response? Not an actual roleplay..?

# Honestly its best if its more roleplay like especially with the time between questions but just my opinion. Besides it gives a bit of background and adds a bit of spice :D we will keep it under control though as best we can.

Bek simply chuckles. "Ah, to be young again. You kids make me feel so old. Guess that's to be expected. Haven't really lived much yet, have you?" He leaps up and folds his legs, sitting in the air on a panel. "But you're all certainly interesting!"

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The Interviewer sighed and placed her middle finger and thumb together and snapped her fingers. It was a loud reverberating sound, almost seeming like it was coming from deep within their mind. The sky began to crack below them revealing a large gaping hole of shadows. One by one they fell into the the abyss and then back to consciousness. They were still in the main interview room. The lakeside view was still seen through the glass panes, there were still food and drinks on the middle table and each and everyone of them were exactly where they were before they fell.

The Interviewer's mask hid her expression but her stature and voice held a sort of disappointment reminiscent of a child who couldn't go outside to play.

"Next question then," she said, landing back down to the soft carpeted floor. "Do you have any scars? Tattoos? Birthmarks? Other unique physical features?"

AAlbusUUmbra eyed Stefan and Slag as they entered their heated argument. Stefan's little demon was all riled up again, and Slag was ready to go up in smoke. Chuckling to himself, he warmly turned his back to the interviewer to reveal the plump cybernetic eye on the back of his head, then slowly unbuttoned his tuxedo and sloughed it off onto his chair. A runic collar lined the base of his wiry neck, and a soft white glow was present beneath his midnight-black undershirt. Finally, he pulled off his undershirt to reveal his torso- it was as pale as the grave, with muscular sinews woven into a well-pronounced skeleton just underneath his taut skin...

...The most intriguing feature, however, was the glowing piece of cybernetic hardware located in the middle of his chest.

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Brandy, still in freewindgriffin's body, eyes all around the room, realizing that they're no longer free-falling. She examined her body and made a quick apology.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry, sir!" she said to his conscious and exits out of his body, like a ghost being exorcised from a host.

Brandy collapses to the floor and slowly ascends from the soft carpet. She brushed herself off and sat calmly and nervously upon her assigned chair. She looked around the room momentarily and answered to the Interviewer's question.

"Tattoo? Not a big fan, but I was about to a long time ago. I was planning to have a little musical note on my right shoulder," Brandy replied, pointing at the exact spot on where she wants her tattoo on her shoulder.

"Originally, my hair color was black, but I decided to bleach it white because at times, I... got tired of my hair color and wanted to look a bit fresh," she added.

Skinnyclaw is seen laying on the carpet with the bones of Rome and Julie scattered around her as if she's laying on a bone pile. She hesitates to move, but does answer her question.

"I wear makeup 'cuz it's fun! Tattoos aren't fun 'cuz they stick to your skin, and it hurts, too," she replied.

" Um... that felt weird," said Freewind once Brandy left his body.
He then looked at the interviewer and said, " I have nothing really unusual except that I am an anthropomorphic griffin."

Hollywood was shaking with a fistful of emotions when his feet finally hit the ground, stumbling at first but quickly finding his footing soon afterwards. Anger cooling down as he paced madly, people answered and full blown conversed before his mind came back to him. Disdain still in his eyes over the previous event as they turned to the interviewer, they quickly softened upon her expression. He had a gut feeling why too. Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

"Sorry I snapped at you," He apologized, eyes wandering to the others for a moment before coming back to her, "I know that this isn't the place to talk, but if you've got something on your mind, I'll be an open ear. I'm sure someone with your abilities could track me down easily enough if you needed, or just wanted to."

"As for the question though," A light grin began forming, "Skip. Kinda defeats the purpose of the mask and alias, ya know?"

#I may not be the mod for this section, but if acutelatios' rules can't be respected, then I WILL start infracting for disrespecting a member. If she's going to bother to run this for you all, you can bother to respect her.

#EDIT: Seeing as acutie has received a promotion, she can handle her business quite well.

The three young men looked at each other, their backs resting on the comfortable sofa, then diverted their attentions to the others, who seemed to be arguing.

"What a pain..." Lucario groaned. He placed his hands behind his couch, his body slumped. His eyes were weary, and clearly he did enjoy being here.

"Man, can't they sit down for a sec? I need to enjoy my gaming session." Xate, the youngest of the group, complained before he focused on his gaming console. "And by the way, don't leave yet, Luke. We might see something unexpected."

"Yeah. We did."

"I wonder what they're talking about." Nero pondered, his head cocked to one side, looking quizzically.

"And as for the question, the both of us are the same: nothing." The young writer stated his answer aloud before returning to his business. "And would you guys please settle down? There are plenty of other things to do at other threads than RP here and bother the young Mistress, so just sit there and be good little boys and girls. Or else she might snap our necks." He chuckled a bit at his own joke as he glanced at the others with his mocking eyes.

Bek ponders the questions deeply. "Well, I guess the simplest way to put it is... I have no regrets and nothing to be grateful for. Nope, nothing, nada, zip, zilch, zero." He gives a pleasant smile. "Though, I am looking forward to making this new year fun. Because without fun, what point is there in trying to go on? You'd just be an empty, bored existence with nothing to drive you to purpose, a pointless cog in a pointless machine... Oops. My age is starting to show." He waves his hand. "Don't pay me much mind, I'm just rambling now about nothing."

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The Interviewer gave a slow bow to Hollywood before moving her gaze to the rest of the OCs in the room. Straightening her back, she held her hands behind her and the feline-like smile on her mask seemed to grow.

"Well given that the New Year of 2014 is a approaching," she began as the hooded lady walked around the room. "I'd like to know," she paused and looked up. "One?...Two? No, three things. And anyone is free to answer this question, even your creators or users of the forum are allowed to speak up from the veil that is known as the Fourth Wall. What's your biggest regret this year? What were you grateful for? What are your hopes and resolutions next year?"

"My largest regret," AAlbus began. "was roughly the same- being stricken by misfortune. This year was particularly rough in that half of the misfortunes were violent and physical." Some of the interviewees knew just what he was talking about. His win-loss record in Rock Hard Gladiators was 0:3, on top of already having to take crap from the universe on a daily basis. "However, I am particularly grateful about the fact that I am making breakthroughs that will help me to avoid bad luck in the future. Many of the ill fates that have befallen me could have been completely fatal if not for them, many on a magnitude that I simply have never experienced before," he continued. "Finally, my resolutions. Perhaps my most major is for my science team and I to finally crack the concepts of luck and probability wide open, hence revealing the cause and cure for every little mishap that has ever come for me. If I can remain dedicated, then my luck may very well flip by the end of the year." Only the year before was there talk of huge advancements in psionics and paranormal psychology emerging from his department. This year, research into metaphysics was well underway. Could it be possible? Was AAlbusUUmbra really considering manipulating fate itself? One could almost hear the chorus of demons assigned to his torment wailing in protest...