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August Player Spotlight - Karemagic Not quite a lurker, but not quite a player. Initially, Karemagic was just sort of "there", not having a player but visited neXus sporadically. But finally, Karemagic joined the board, and in complete full force! Picking up the Exilers Nocturne, Kare has managed to express the innocence through TJ wonderfully, and has added a deeper level to her RPing skills at neXus with a very dark and now cursed Magik. But past her amazing writing skills, Karemagic just happens to be an artist too, and designed her own character Gargoyle! Outside of RPing, however, Kare has shown she's a very thoughtful and intelligent individual, let alone creative, and quite the hard worker when finishing what needs to be finished (even being goofy which is always a plus!). Without Kare on the board, neXus loses a distinct writer and artist, and a very active individual... but, neXus won't let her go anywhere, so we'll never be without her! And that's a good thing!! |
| Character(s): | Gargoyle (OC), Nocturne, Magik |
| Sample Post by Karemagic for Magik (subject to copyright): | |
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Darchyld drank in as much of Blackheart's twisted aura as she could. It kept her powerful, kept Magik in check. She wanted power, and Blackheart was the only one who could deliver her the means.
"This world is yours, Rasputin. We will rise to power together. Your will is strong, but it will become stronger." "Yes. We will rise together," she said, smiling. "We have struggled, and it's time we were rewarded." And the rewards would be great. Not even Doctor Strange could challenge her when she had reached her full potential. There would be no questioning her authority, no doubting her power. Not even Belasco would dare to stir up rebellion in the outer legions of her domain. She would find him and put him out of his misery, finally destroying that thorn in her side. "Let us enter into a blood pact, Rasputin, that way there will be no disputing we are the rightful rulers of our respective realms." Magik rebelled. Darkchyld winced at the feeling. She knew that the only way out of a blood pact was to spill every drop of blood in your body, at one time. It was the only way to properly bind Blackheart to the deal, though Illyana had no desire to force herself into such a permanent agreement. Still, it was the only way. The only way to finally rise to power, the only way to make sure that Magik didn't get the better of her. "A blood pact," she agreed. Illyana summoned her soundsword. Focusing her mind, she made the blade effect her. With a terrible, slow stroke, she drew the blade across her left hand, right where her fingers met the palm. She squeezed her fist, starting the blood flow. She reached out for Blackheart's hand, and drew the blade across his hand in the same fashion. The she reached out and grasped it with her own blooded hand, hissing the words of their agreement in a dialect of demons. "~Together we will rise in power. You shall bring Limbo to Earth for me, I will give you an army and assist and assure your takeover of Hell. By blood we are bound.~" Darkchyld said the words as steadily as she could, she could feel the power in Blackheart's blood shooting up and down her veins. It was painful! Like a fire tearing through her veins, more potent than any fire from Limbo. It took all her willpower to just stand. She let go of Blackheart's hand and took a deep breath. "The deal is made. The first move is yours." The cuts on their palms had not only sealed, but had turned into a simple line of red demonic script detailing her agreement- and the tortures that would be heaped upon whomever broke the agreement- after their untimely demise. | |