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About Hojo

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  • Birthday 12/06/1986

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  1. Nikaaaaaaa Sethredto is the name, ya know it.
  2. Shhhhh The first thing I noticed while lurking these parts, no more shoutbox :<
  3. <p><img src="http://i.gyazo.com/b633e5d3b7e49bc2c70a1060c5a64c3f.png" alt="b633e5d3b7e49bc2c70a1060c5a64c3f.png" /></p>

    <p>Because I can.</p>

  4. <p>OH GODS WHY</p>

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  6. Hojo

    <p>Hoot, chirp. Birthday.</p>

  7. http://i.imgur.com/geY3coK.jpg Because I dont know where else.
  8. "Shhlurphh" (How boring...) Things were going more into an open fight, and such things had little fun in it. (I knew I should had went for the lady in plate armor!) The paladin was about to come all over everyone with some light.. (silly human) and the gnome was already spitting some over that other undead. The forsaken kicked Nika off in front, removing the edge of the blade off her shoulder, and took a few steps back. (Too many magic users) It was time to back out and watch. He sheathed his tonfa on his back and with his left hand he "grabbed" the air just over him. As he pulled his arm down and around him, a mist of shadow appeared and covered his body. The forsaken kept moving backward, slowly fading out of sight. It wouldn't be long until the poison that coated the blade takes effect on the woman. Hallucination, illusions of her worst nightmares.
  9. Blood... It followed the curves of the blade, an exotic blade rarely seen, if not never, in these times. A blade that makes the user's arm become the weapon itself, a tonfa with a large blade. The teleportation spell was no surprise to him, it was something quite common when both the horde and the alliance came to use Dalaran as it main base of operation in Northrend, but it gave him the opportunity to vanish into the shadows. (Oh sweet sweet shadow, it has been too long since the last. It time to bring out the ladies). The "threesome couple" and some others were all present down here it seemed, with more tension as they noticed an other woman. (Some ex conflict or something) Voices were rising among them, a fight was inbound... there was no denying it, and so he stayed in the shadow. Then suddenly the blast of light occurred in the middle of the fray. Luckily there was some individuals in front of him who covered him the distraction he needed. And there he was now, with his right arm extended to the shoulder of an other, immobile.. emotionless.. The undead one had just stabbed Nika.
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  11. oh god a wild Cavanaugh I must let the others know.. it still lurks around.
  12. Drinking, well I would not call it like so... imagine whats left of his mouth being a snail having fun in a puddle of water. Either way, the walking corpse was done sucking it all up but he craved for me. Not caring one bit for the whole mess he had done, he rose up marched quickly to the counter. [He just had to get an other]. At the counter, "the threesome couple" [That was their new nickname] was still arguing over probably who performed best in the bed or something stupid like that. He didn't quite pay attention to them anymore, but the paladin did reek of alcohol. [Well that wasn't too bad, it certainly did hide the stench of a dead]. He made sign to the bartender for an other. "Shhlurphhh..." was the only word, or noise, one could had heard coming out of the forsaken. Fortunately the high elf knew what he was asking. [He did spend a good hour earlier trying to figure out the undead, however, good thing he didn't notice the table's current state]. As the barkeep prepared the mix of ales again for him, the jaw-less one heard glimpse of the couple's conversation. "Father just want to help..." "Father does not want to" "The abuse against you" "and Nika would never switch sides" [Oh my, time for a name change. "The foursome couple with a father involved"] The drink was ready and on the counter. By the tip of his claws the forsaken grabbed the top of the glass and lifted it in the air. He staired at the liquid inside and started shaking the glass a little. [something not right, he told himself] "Shhhlurf!" and he dropped the glass. [The mix was all wrong! It was missing 3 drops of honey] The glass containing the ale did not break on impact, on the table that is, but it sure did a mess.. splashing over the undead and the paladin.
  13. true.. tried a couple of words and etc, and got nothing.