#bladeslinger

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𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 : Let's just recap ! You STEEEEAAAL my boomerang , I DON'T have you arrested . I invite you into my home — I teach you about the joys of fishing . I was forced to wait an HOUR for JEEERRKEEY I DIDN'T EVEN WAAAAAANT !! And I come home to find you chewing on my sister's face !! 𝐉𝐄𝐓 : We were kissing . 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 : GUILTY !! 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : I kissed him first ! 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 : . . . OUT ! 𝐉𝐄𝐓 : I will wait for you . 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : Okay ! 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 : YOU WILL WAIT FOR NO ONE !

-- changed from ICarly .

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Sometimes it's not about surviving, but overcoming. You have to know the difference between a storm to be weathered and a challenge to be beaten.

Dahlia Black

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● — || @bladeslinger sent : 👀 from [ " send 👀 to find out if my muse finds yours attractive . " | closed ]

● — || ❝ Jet ! You can't just [ [ ask ] ] me that . You can't just jump down from a tree , or a roof , and look at me like - ❞ She gestured to him , ❝ - [ [ That ] ] , and think I will just answer questions like that ! Spirits , sometimes you're the most annoyingly stupid , frustrating - I should just - and , wait ! Why are you asking questions that you know the answer to ? ❞

But slowly , Katara's [ [ surprised ] ] anger began to shift , as she looked up into his eyes with a tilt of her chin . Those sweet , baby deep , [ [ chocolate ] ] brown eyes that almost made her [ [ dizzy ] ] if she looked at them for too long . And she [ [ did ] ] like that she had to tilt her chin up a lot a little to look up at him . He always smelled like the [ [ best ] ] leather -- it was sturdy , earthy , and safe . And maybe she [ [ did ] ] like the way his lips curled into a smirk that hooked her further into him than his swords every time he knew he had cornered her between a wall and a kiss . Then he'd kiss her , and - Okay , and he might have had this way of taking her breath away by being too smooth but , that wasn't her fault ! He was just . . . [ [ like ] ] that . She did like the way his jacket swallowed her whole every time he gave it to her under the stars , and how his voice sounded when he was sleepy . . .

Before long , Katara found herself staring off into space , down and to the left . Her left arm lay folded over her waist , while her right elbow used it to rest so that she could fiddle with her index finger between her lips . Her cheeks dusted a subtle shade of red as her mind [ [ cautiously ] ] registered what she was doing .

❝ H - Hm ? ❞ She blinked herself back into reality as she looked up at the boy who's eyes were welcoming and yet so , so [ [ dangerous ] ] . ❝ Did you say something ? ❞ If this wasn't his answer , then there was no helping him .

[ Song : Almost , So Close , Maybe by Mercer Henderson ]

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New Character: Dahlia Black

I followed the Template I posted earlier for Bladeslinger Ranger (which can be found here) and finally gave a class to a character I’ve had for awhile! 

Dahlia Black is the nickname for a mysterious blade-throwing Underdark dweller working as a Black Fist Double Agent and serving as the informant to my Rogue Kalixer Hearthkeep. 

This character has been added to the (still unfinished) list of my DnD characters! 

Dahlia Black - Human Bladeslinger Ranger

- Campaigns: None At The Moment - Background: Black Fist Double agent

- Character Appearance

Uneven cut/stylized dark hair with streaks of blonde. Cut shorter on left side compared to right underneath a bandanna.

Baggy pants with a mid-cut shirt and running shoes.

Tanned skin, piercing gold eyes.

- Personality Trait

People are only as trustworthy as you are valuable to them. Always strive to be the most valuable person around.

- Ideal

Seflessness: I use my position to help the downtrodden avoid persecution from authorities.

- Bond

My sister was killed by a Tear of Virulence, and I now feed them false information whenever possible.

- Flaw

My desire for vengeance often gets me into trouble.

- Backstory

Dahlia grew up under another name she has long since cast off for sake of anonymity. She is only known now by the name that the people of Undercommon dubbed her: Dahlia Black.

At the age of 19 she and her sister were wrongly accused of a crime by the Tears of Virulence. An officer falsely convicted her half-sister, Kahrii for murder. Dahlia's sibling tried to buy her time to escape and promptly was killed by the Tears in 'self-defense'.

A fire of vengeance and grief has surged in Dahlia ever since, seeking to lead the Tears of Virulence awry to their eventual destruction.

She was recruited two years later to the Black Fists where she became a double agent, changed her name/appearance and began to work undercover as a false advocate for the people she hates.

It turns her stomach every day to speak nicely to those she despises, but the memory of her sister pushes her on.

Working with the criminal underground, Dahlia also provides information to Kalixer Hearthkeep. His plight having inspired her the same way but also in sorts becoming a mentor to her in refining her skills she works closely with the thief.  

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@bladeslinger sent: “  i won’t say sorry because that just, falls flat. but if i could change it. i would.  ”   || From : Comfort Starters

Toph knows nothing about his past nor his wrong doings, sure she had caught stray , subtle mentions of his name coming from her friends , but those informations, may it be leaning more towards on negativity, wasn't actually enough for her to warrant judgment on him nor avoid him . She was just leaning against the wall of an empty walk way ; when she accidentally crossed path with him , they weren't comrades nor acquantances per say so to feel him settle himself few feet away from where she is lurking && showcase a moment of vulnerability mixed with honesty, that she can sense from miles away with the soles of her feet, made toph surprised , && all honesty confused . She turned her gaze towards the freedom fighter ; blind sea foam eyes landed directly the fighter as if it was staring at his soul , there's a moment of silence before toph had found words to say -- but when she did there's a hint of momentarily uncertainty . Toph wasn't built to comfort && showcase a gentle sympathy -- nor is she wise like ' Iroh ' when it comes to situation like this , so her words towards jet came out a bit direct & blunt but hopefully it made sense for him, && help him to come out from wallowing in his own self pity.

❝Frankly -- , I don't know why you're telling this to me of all the people . ❞ she started before pausing && sighing . ❝Nor do I know what ' EXACTLY ' you did in the past but if i were you i'd rather focus on what I can do today that can improve && change what's going to happen to me ' Tomorrow ' instead of wasting time thinking of what ifs on 'Yesterdays' that you can't change anymore... ❞

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@bladeslinger replied to you in a post :

@droplct He restrained the words he wanted to say from leaving his throat with a pained groan as his head dipped and captured her lips in a hard, needy kiss. His hands gripped her hips as he stepped forward, pressing her back against the wall roughly.

​● — || 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐓 [ [ fought ] ] to hold himself back from giving into her pull . That groan , that singular low [ [ growl ] ] from his throat made something in her spirit soar . The balance she had on her toes moments ago faltered , [ [ dragging ] ] Katara against him without hesitation . Her arms draped behind his neck , fingers twisting into his hair as his fingers [ [ claimed ] ] her hips like they were his to own . Katara gasped against his lips once her back hit the wall , her hands falling to his upper arms where she [ [ gripped ] ] the fabric over her biceps to keep him close to her .

❝ Jet . . . ❞

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𝐈 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 , ❛ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐘 ❜ ❛ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 , ❜ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 . 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍' 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 .

— Cody Johnson , Traveling Solider .

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@bladeslinger replied to you in a post “The Chaotic Free Spirit: unpredictable,...”:

@droplct "Sokka?" His brows raise, expression a bit skeptical. "Why would I ask your brother—it's more of a dad thing, isn't it?"

● — || ❝ Well , normally yes , it would be something you ask my Dad -- and you still can -- I just mean . . . Sokka's raised me since I was little . In a lot of ways , Sokka's the reason I'm standing before you right now . So , while my Dad might be [ [ nicer ] ] , you still have to ask Sokka . He's nice ! And , I promise he doesn't bite . ❞