Tentative OC for Planeocracy
1: Introductory Post
I suppose I should introduce myself to you all and assume, for the moment, that this world isn't a Headspace, or at the very least not just a Headspace... My name is Isaac Greene, and apparently I'm an agent of some sort here. I warn you though, I'm... not that used to the idea of fighting, and I'm not exactly sure what I can do with the weird I have...
Maybe it's more like... a hub? Some sort of collective subconscious space, not an individual's link to the inner world?
2: Doing something at CO for the sake of it.
I hate the way I cry when you say you miss me
But I love the way you hold me when I sleep
Whoa, Isaac can sing?
I hate the way I bleed each time you kiss me
But you say 'hey sleeping beauty go back to sleep'
Why yes, yes he can.
We had pennies in our pockets
We had hope in our eyes
Apparently, quite well.
I said 'girl you got a million different faces
Why'd you put on that disguise?'
Sounds sad, though.
Well take what you want cos I've got nothing
Pass me some pills and I'll go to bed
Almost... personal.
But, however much I toss and turn I feel a dark place up ahead...
Bug him?
3: Active Time Battle!
Isaac backs up against the wall, staring down the demon. Why wasn't he surprised to see demons anymore? Why was he just calculating how to beat them? The fact that it wasn't his world, or anywhere near her, helped.
He hissed at his partner, "I'm a tank, okay? I know I don't look it, but you want me between that and you." Then he leapt forward, drawing...
Okay, drawing an energy halberd from his head. Wow. That's new.
"!כדור הארץ מגןן" Isaac's incantation flared green in the air, then wrapped around his wrist as a protective barrier. He slashed with his polearm, trying to keep the enemies at bay more than damaging them, and taking the brunt of thier attacks on his shield.
One gets a bit too close, and he shakes his head and mimes grabbing it, then hauling it back - an empty gesture, or it would have been without the words "!רוח חיל" lending him telekinetic power. "You face me, baalseraph," he said.
I suppose I should introduce myself to you all and assume, for the moment, that this world isn't a Headspace, or at the very least not just a Headspace... My name is Isaac Greene, and apparently I'm an agent of some sort here. I warn you though, I'm... not that used to the idea of fighting, and I'm not exactly sure what I can do with the weird I have...
Maybe it's more like... a hub? Some sort of collective subconscious space, not an individual's link to the inner world?
2: Doing something at CO for the sake of it.
I hate the way I cry when you say you miss me
But I love the way you hold me when I sleep
Whoa, Isaac can sing?
I hate the way I bleed each time you kiss me
But you say 'hey sleeping beauty go back to sleep'
Why yes, yes he can.
We had pennies in our pockets
We had hope in our eyes
Apparently, quite well.
I said 'girl you got a million different faces
Why'd you put on that disguise?'
Sounds sad, though.
Well take what you want cos I've got nothing
Pass me some pills and I'll go to bed
Almost... personal.
But, however much I toss and turn I feel a dark place up ahead...
Bug him?
3: Active Time Battle!
Isaac backs up against the wall, staring down the demon. Why wasn't he surprised to see demons anymore? Why was he just calculating how to beat them? The fact that it wasn't his world, or anywhere near her, helped.
He hissed at his partner, "I'm a tank, okay? I know I don't look it, but you want me between that and you." Then he leapt forward, drawing...
Okay, drawing an energy halberd from his head. Wow. That's new.
"!כדור הארץ מגןן" Isaac's incantation flared green in the air, then wrapped around his wrist as a protective barrier. He slashed with his polearm, trying to keep the enemies at bay more than damaging them, and taking the brunt of thier attacks on his shield.
One gets a bit too close, and he shakes his head and mimes grabbing it, then hauling it back - an empty gesture, or it would have been without the words "!רוח חיל" lending him telekinetic power. "You face me, baalseraph," he said.