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[opticallyenhanced]

Switcheroo!

Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe

Agent Name: Willow/ Real Name: [REDACTED]/ Years of Service: 2

Willow’s skills as an agent are as good as her knowledge on plasma weaponry. With an obsession border lining mental illness, she’s capable of getting the most out of any weapon she gets a hand on. Just don’t get her too excited about the topic of plasma weapons. You may end up with a lot of collateral damage.

[deltaofdeath-blog]

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Ice materialized under the boy’s feet as he dragged the limp body of a man across the cracked concrete, making it easier for the smaller figure transport the soldier. Under normal circumstances, Emizel wouldn’t have even considered saving the fool’s life. In an ideal world, his first thoughts would have been of finishing the job and making sure the man’s soul made it safely to the afterlife.

But that wasn’t the case. Death was tasked with saving the lives that were on the brink of death. His role was reversed.

A sound. Emizel dropped the man’s coat, straining his ears against the noise of the distant fighting. It wasn’t another demon; he’d be able to feel it’s powers. He was far from the fighting, taking a less known route to avoid conflict.

“Who’s there?!”

[deltaofdeath-blog]

✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection?

✓ - Emizel loves praise. During his game, he mostly received insults or was completely ignored. People would literally deny that he existed, ignoring what was right in front of them. He wants to be the best he can be, and make his father proud. Praise is acknowledgement of his accomplishments and proof that he’s on the right track.

✕ - He doesn’t handle rejection well. Not too long ago, he was a huge spoiled brat. Emizel just plain isn’t too used to it. He can get or or even start crying—it depends on the situation.

[postumbrarex]

Ignis Umbra ♚ Closed RP @spxrkitup

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Willow.

Oh Maxwell remembered Willow. What a wonderful survivor she was, so amusing, so entertaining to watch. How much she flailed about, trying to survive in that hellish world of his. How much she failed, dying so horribly so many times. It was entertainment. It was wonderful! Maxwell loved it...

“Say pal...”

Maxwell chuckled, amused at the thought he would be able to say these words again after so long.

“... you don’t look so good.”

[creationofwhite]

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The fire child again. Whatever they were doing really shouldn’t interest the God, they had better things to do such as sleep and maybe walk around the town some more. Yet here they were, standing in front of the child with a small smile on their face.

   † Playing with fire again, miss? †

[destructionofblack]

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Flames rose up from her hand. It was what made him notice the human child and the box was what made him separate from the crowd. 

Click, clack, click, clack.

Finally, they stopped. The flame stayed and he was pulled into a daze as he saw the lighter move. 

“Do you enjoy fire, little one?”