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Profile: Devlin Lombardi 1-4
Full Name: Devlin Lombardi
Aliases and Nicknames: Dev, The Devil, Criado Manos
Age: 22 Years Old
Golden Brown (Pre-Handing), Moonlight Gray (Post-Handing)
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Ethnicity: Mix of Caucasian and Hispanic
Physique: Skinny Build, 135 lbs, 5' 10"
Red Shirt, Black Vest, Brown Pants, Black and Red Boots, and Black Headband
Power or Weapons:
Precognition, Dual Alloy Gladius Swords, Four-Shot Single-Action Revolver
Relatives or Persons of Interest:
Angela Lombardi (Sister, Deceased), Silas Kipher (Best Friend, First Mate),
Kareda Revere (Companion, Confidant), The Knaves of Tidal (Prey), Rurik (Mentor)
History and Info:
Devlin wasn't the master student, nor was he the type to sit down and listen to the dribble of teachers, but he always fascinated with the life and times of illegality and piracy. He was often found getting involved in mischievous plans and pranks as a kid, and then into little skirmishes with the law as he got older. But as he di
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It's a time where we don't sell houses, we build them we don't buy tools, we make them...and it's our skills at hunting, not our income, which decides how much we eat everyday.We survive on fire, sticks, and stones, and we defend ourselves against what's out there.
There are many things out there.
At first it was other people, merely scavenging for food, rioting in the chaos, but then other things emerged from the mist. The bodies of those who perished returned, decayed, bl
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Seems it didn't matter how well I saw it. The
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Emra turned around with a bit of a shock. The minute she faced the inside of the room, she could feel the chill of Mephiles' presence running across her body. There he stood, nonchalant, calm, as if nothing had happened. Emra knew this was how he always acted, innocent but insidious at the same time. Seeing his face brought anger to her heart in an instant, and she instinctively went in for a nice good sock to his face. Unfortunately, Mephiles was never can easy target to hit. He merely stepped to the side, and Emra's fist only hit the air, and she, the floor. The white hedgehog could hear sinister laughs from her side.
"I think you've taken much better shots at me than that, my little Em..." Emra growled and quickly shot herself around, burying the side of her right hand into the demon's cheek. She then spun backwards and onto her feet, stepping back and readying herself for a fight. His face was turned in an impossible angle, his neck twisted
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I should jump jump just to show him how much I care for Shadow, how much I care for freedom how much I care to never have to see his crystal-strewn face ever again, by any means necessary.
It's pointless though. I know he's waiting for me to do just exactly that, and then he'll appear out of nowhere, catch me by the foot and slowly place me back up onto the balcony. That's what he does mock people with their fears and woes and then when they are pushed over the edge, knocks them back down to their pitiful, pathetic selves.
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