| OoC: MY CHARACTER DOES NOT TALK EITHER, AT ALL. ANY ROLE-PLAYING MOVE YOU USE ON HIM HAD BETTER NOT HAVE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING:
1: TALKING
2: MERCIFULNESS
3: IDIOTIC BEHAVIOUR ON CORE'S BEHALF
4: MISUSING HIS NAME, RACE, OR ANYTHING. READ HIS BIO FOR INFO ON HIS WEAPONS AND SUCH, AND ON HIS SPECIAL POWERS. DO...NOT...BE...LAZY!!! REEEEEAAAAAD!!!!
Anyway.../end OOC rant/
Core's presense always defiles that sense of happiness deep inside the hearts of the human soul. As a human himself, Core's job was to serve Maggimus, as Maggimus' personal assassin. Core was always one to follow this with absolutely no objection, and on a whim he would tear an opponent to pieces because he though it was fun. His partner was Kerk, the flame-lord as he called himself, and Kerk's love of fire was only outmatched by his intelligence, which may not seem obvious, but it is there for certain. Core's own strategy was 'Relentlessness', the ultimate strategy for an assassin, and the only true way to relinquish an unwanted foe in Maggimus' command.
An evil cold, one of chillingly disquieting proportions, had already spread over the place when the two 'Real' grim reapers had entered the place. Core's presense added to this cold. Core was the 'Death Elemental' by birth right, so here he would prove that, and perhaps rise to a level above Maggimus' own lowly position. Core could only hope. Two more sythes other than his; what a dull situation. Core put his extravagant sythe away, sliding away his sleeve to reveal his right arm blade, and vice versa with the left one. He prepared mentally, remembering all of the human pressure points(Which would be ineffective against the skeletal one, but probably effective against Dr. Doom.), and then readied his ability to summon the death bombs. He walked into the front gate, and then... |