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here comes a chopper to chop of your head
RP Wanted The Portal 
Nostromo
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To say he wasn’t impressed would be a vast understatement. It was one thing when the lands were stolen from the Rift, ripping open portals and robbing away anyone who got close enough. Nostromo did not actually expect that other land to spit everything back as though it was vomiting out everything that tasted of the Rift and getting rid of its own citizens for good measure.

As soon as news had reached the City of the portal, Nostromo had volunteered for a patrol. Although the glow of his markings gave him away, he lingered in the shadows of the trees - venom-green eyes narrowed as he took in the sights. Whole families were falling through that portal - and he wouldn’t be surprised if the population of the Rift was now doubled. Did they outnumber his kind, those that had called this place home for their entire lives?

Were they a threat?

They had killed Vjanta, it was rumoured, and he almost wanted to thank them for that - but they had killed the other Gods as well, and he felt less-grateful for those deaths.

His predatory heart was beating wildly at the sight of all of them - the electroreceptors in his head going haywire at all of the electromagnetic fields he was picking up from the crowd. So few of them seemed dangerous - which meant many of them could become prey. Their only danger was their numbers, and the waking of the rift that seemed to shift and change many of them.

His armoured tail flicked dangerously behind him, a dare for that presence to come and rob him. He knew his threats were useless - the Rift took whatever it wished - but he would have whatever he wanted back from it.



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NATIVE RIFTIAN

Magic:
  • Defensive: blood has hydrosulphuric acid properties when spilled intentionally (i.e. through injury in a fight) (SAFE)
  • Offensive: able to create duplicates of himself
  • Vanity: green markings and insides glow more intensely in darkness (idk how to word this but the darker it is outside the more he glows, the brighter outside the less he does)

Mutations:
  • glowing green markings on body
  • eyes, mouth and belly glow green as though lit from within
  • thick quills around head that can be flared up (akin to a frilled lizard just without the ‘frill’ (example))

no items.

tribrid (shark x unicorn x Alien)


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here comes a chopper to chop of your head - by Nostromo - 07-17-2017, 06:57 PM