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| | Rank | 234 | | VIP/VIP+ Days | 0 / 0 | | Game Age | 6,098 | | Sex | Female | | Karma+/Verve+ | 86 / 0 | | Game Location | Dead City | | Home Location | United States | | Collectibles | 0 (+0%) See All | | Reputation | 1 | | Missions R/P/S | 0/0/0 |
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| Status | Alive | | Battle Record | 81,220/148,387/82 | | Win % | 36% | | Alignment | -1836 | | Last Killed | Matthew Blacka ... | | Last Killed By | Dae | | Wins/Blood Today | 0/0 | | Avg. Blood | Slacking | | Power | 9,116 | | WP Spent | 0 | |
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Sunshine Birch (353331)
 | 2025-02-14 05:59:38
You tore out ¥Ivy D.S. Dominor Pascal¥'s [c=red]heart [/][3] Impossible. You had so much love to give. | Phantom~de~Orrina-Pascal (417226)
 | 2025-01-12 11:06:48
[c=#93c47d]"I know I was a familiar when she was around, but I don't really remember the Lady well. I heard she was a badass back in the early days though. Bloodshed and frenzied slaughter type'a badass"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-A chuckle danced in the night air as the cloaked figure ahead of her continued to lead them forward-[/] [c=#351c75]"Aye, she had such a reputation. Though I only got to glimpse her fury on a few occasions"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-The inquisitive femme tilted her head inquisitively, her single silver eye shining brightly from the depths of her hood-[/] [c=#93c47d]"Only a few times? But Lady Ivy was your adopted Mother. Did she not like to show that side to you, Father?"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-The femme asked, glancing to her side to see if her brother knew more. The lithe warrior beside her didn't even glance her way as they continued their pace, his lengthy braid hanging over the dark wood of his breastplate. Ever the stoic. It was Vincent's turn to chuckle in his gruff way as he turned to glance back at the pair, his golden eyes swimming with gentle amusement-[/] [c=#fff2cc]"By the time we arrived in these lands, Lady Ivy was acknowledged as an Elder. Much of her dark glory was behind her and she seemed to aim more for watching over and guiding others, rather than harming them. As long as they weren't dumb enough to piss her off, aye Old Crow?"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-The large muscled male laughed heartily as he nudged the shadowed male beside him, the moonlight reflecting off the beastly man's naked upper body. A scoff was the reply as Phantom perked an unseen brow-[/] [c=#351c75]"My request to duel didn't piss her off. She was more amused at my gall, I think"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-This set off another round of laughing by the silver haired Vincent, joined with the chortle that came from the femme at the idea.
By this time they had reached a forested pathway that led further into the night. At the sides of this path floated the soft lights of little lanterns, setting a tone of safety to the previously darkened air. The moment they stepped onto the path, a wave of energy fell over them. One that brought a gentle caress, as well as a quiet warning. To behave and be at peace. As the four continued to walk, Phantom let the memories roll over him quietly. Feeling the mood, even the chatty Tsuri decided it was best to hold her silence for now. Despite her many questions. Fortunately for her, she did not have to suffer the silence too long-[/] [c=#351c75]"Mother was Ivy. Her connections spread everywhere and her embrace would cover you so completely it might seem she would suffocate you sometimes. But even whilst sitting beside her, she could feel distant, the rest of her vines always dealing with something or another. To some she was like Poison Ivy, leaving pain and irritation to those she had brushed against wrong. She had as many enemies as she did friends, perhaps even more"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-The Old Crow said softly as the walked the lantern lit pathway-[/] [c=#351c75]"But for those of us who loved her, she was always trying to reach out and make sure we were okay. Even when her own gardens were on fire, she'd still be more concerned with our inane squabbles"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-The male shook his head softly, setting his raven mane to shimmer as he did-[/]
[c=#351c75]"No matter what, she was a person who always strove forward. No matter how heavy the burdens, or how many obstacles were in her way. She would carry them, or grow around them. That is how I would explain the Lady who became my Mother"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-Turning to face his two abyssal children, the silver glow of his eyes burning softly-[/] [c=#351c75]"Your Grandmother"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-Turning to return to their previous pace, he continued on with a rare warm smile. Vincent had been with him since long before he had entered the Dead Lands, so he was aware of Phantom's habits. Mokuzai too had flown loyally beside his Father since he was but a messenger familiar, so he too knew who the Old Crow would come to visit whenever he came home. This trip was however, the first for his sister Tsuri-
The four would finally arrived at the clearing that the lantern pathway led to, a single statue of a beautiful Lady sitting upon a high backed chair in the middle of the grass. An apple sat clutched within one hand and a dagger was held in the other, both sitting upon their arm rests. Phantom moved habitually to go and sit on the one seat beside the statue, sitting himself upon it as if it were his own. For it was. Vincent comfortably draped himself on the ground to the other side of the statue, leaving only the twins to act. Mokuzai offered a small bow to the statue before him before walking over to Vincent's side, summoning a chair from the shadows to sit upon. Taking the cue from her brother, Tsuri offered a casual curtsy before trotting over to form a seat beside her Father with a cheshire grin. Folding her legs underneath her, hands rested atop her pale thighs, Tsuri glanced between the three quietly before asking the question she could no longer hold-[/] [c=#93c47d]"Sooo... what do we do now?"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-She asks, her gaze naturally turning to the closest person to her. Phantom met her single silver eye with his own pair of stars, a smirk taking his lips as he placed a hand upon her hooded head. Pushing it back to reveal her mane of wild vine like hair, Phantom turned his head to the statue beside him-[/]
[c=#351c75]"Now we tell your Grandmother the tales of our travels in the time since last we saw her. This is what we do when we come home"[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-The Lasombra said before beginning the tale of the revival of the Orrina. The forging of the new family with Selena, Mel, Raine, Azka and Rosie's return. The hunting of the Abyssal creatures and then the four being claimed by the Abyss again during the hunts. Vincent would add his details from scouting and tracking, matched by Mokuzai's short observations and theories. Tsuri would finish each tale with a detailed explanation of the final hunts and her proud combat moments.
The night would continue on as the four continued to tell the tales of the Orrina to the Lady Pascal. As Phantom basked in the enjoyment of having company to achieve his usual check in, his eyes flickered over to look at the statue that had been forged by his Aunt Incendia. A hand would lift to lay upon her arm in a loving pat, images of his sister flashing before his eyes-[/] [c=#351c75]'I miss you always, Mother. I miss you too, Abbigale. May you rest in love, Ivy. May you return to us again one day, my Sister'[/] [c=#b4a7d6]-The Old Crow murmured softly, barely loud enough to be a whisper.
And as his family continued to tell the tales, the Lasombra let his head lay back as he let himself rest in slumber. In one of the few places he could find peace. The three continued their tales long into the night, letting the Lasombra sleep on-[/] | Hezekiah J. De`Caedes (273683)
 | 2024-12-14 17:20:49
The ache is still the same. I miss you so much. | †.Incendia†.D.†.Pascal.† (187760)
 | 2024-02-18 11:40:29
I miss you | †.Incendia†.D.†.Pascal.† (187760)
| 2024-02-18 11:40:02
I miss you | Mad Cat (200461)
 | 2022-11-04 01:26:44
It has been many years since I had seen you grace this place last. There are still times when I hope to catch glimpses of you here. But I know they just in my head. You are so dearly missed. I do hope that you rest well in peace and that you are watching over those of us who continue to come here to fondly remember those that we've lost along the way.
Here's to seeing you again one day. pppqqqppp | ‡Lord Fang Darkfire‡ (695625)
 | 2021-10-03 02:35:42
Ivy...you were...such a good friend. Not a day has passed that I haven't thought about you. You were one of the only people here who actually treated me like a person. I haven't been the same since you left. Honestly, I don't think any who knew you have been. I miss you...but I know you are at peace. I will always have the fondest memories of you. No matter what I do, my mind always wanders back to you, and though I'm sad that you're gone, I smile, because I got to be friends with such an amazing person. | Phantom~de~Orrina-Pascal (417226)
| 2021-08-18 10:20:02
-Graceful tendrils of shadow flowed like mist along the earthen beds of the cool ground below, not disturbing even the lightest speck of dirt in it's passing. The ebony mist continued to dance above the ground for a time before slowly reaching upwards to the moon, dark fingers bending in two pairs to form a dark oval the height of a standing adult. Before the tips of those fingers could even interlock properly, a figure breezed through the opening on light and flowing steps.
A mane of raven-black locks billowed out from behind his shoulders, seemingly endless as their locks continued to leave the shadow portal long after his steps had taken five. Light, flowing pants mirrored the billow of his mane, though his upper form was comfortably contained within the dark folds of a tight fitting shirt. His pale skin showed most heavily in the being's arms, pearly tone bright under the touch of the lunar rays that fell from above. The only other form of light on his form was the bright silver crescent that lay protectively on the shirt beneath the shadow's lengthy locks, and the stormy gray irises that peered forward toward the building standing before him..
Though the abyss took his awareness of the physical plane and the running of it's timing, the male always had a sense of when he was late for this particular event. For as the male approached the aging house before him, the feeling of familiarity reminded him that he had been out of commission for much longer this time. Those bright orbs of light upon his face turned solemn for but a second, that second fading swiftly to return the cold burn of the usual steeliness. After all, his adopted Mother knew well that her son was not the most punctual of her brood. He had always left that to his heart sister Abbigale, she after all carried the flame of Ivy much higher than he ever could.
His mane of raven locks hung low to the ground, dancing in place despite the lack of any substantial breeze around them. Like the hands of an ethereal wind blew solely in his immediate zone. Such things barely registered in the mind of this being however as his steely grays fell to the old rocking chair sitting on her porch. With footfalls that made no sound, and shifted none, the male quietly climbed those steps, before turning on his heel and falling weightlessly into the rocking chair. In quiet comfort, the male let loose the weight that seemed to sit evermore upon his shoulders. As he did, a pair of loud caws crossed the skies above; signalling the entrance of two large, dark feathered avians that would come swoop down to land upon the rails before him.
Both of these large birds promptly folded back their wings, the larger of the two with a mastered motions whilst the smaller did so with a more casual manner. Though their sizes were far beyond their original designs, the two Crows were undoubtedly who they were as their heads danced from side-to-side; refreshing their memories of this place they had been visiting alongside him every annual visit since the passing of their Lord’s mother. The only other thing that set them apart, was that both had a single glowing gray eye. Left on the larger Crow, and right on the smaller. Both eye’s perfect reflections of their Master’s signature orbs. Without saying a word, they both sat and waited patiently. The smaller of the two, fidgeting only occasionally. Unusual restraint, considering her manner.
The male on the rocking chair however, gave neither of the two any mind though as he rested into the bend of his chair. His search had been very rewarding, but he had not been afforded much rest in the recent past. Without speech, or words of any form; the male did something he had not done in a very long time. He quietly fell asleep, rocking softly on his Mother’s old chair.
((Rest eternally, Ivy. May they above continue to gently soothe that beautiful soul. Miss and love you, always. [3] [3] [3] )) | Raine Orrina Blacksoul™ (720815)
 | 2021-05-30 14:29:52
[I]Resting a small hand on the cool stone between the strands of Ivy, a tear cascaded down the femme's cheek.
"Every time my thoughts wander back to my first days here, there is nothing but a pain of missing you. Its been years however, my heart aches as if your departure was just moments ago. I remember sitting in the clearing in your lap while you fixed my hair and rocked me in your chair. Oh how I wish I still had that feeling of....safety and love. I miss you so much. I know you are watching over us though." | Lord Armand of Wolfsblood (15951)
 | 2021-04-17 09:49:57
You are not forgotten. You are missed, so terribly deeply. | Kazimir De Pascal (179292)
 | 2021-02-23 18:49:43
[i]A single rose, held in a solemn hand, ever strong, ever vigilant, never wilting. This was my vow to you, the day you called me your own. Forever beautiful, ever gracious, your heart was never filled, for it was too spacious, never lost, for you to guide me, under your wing, did you hide me, thanks to you I have grown so much, like a rose bush you pruned me, and I flourished under your touch. | Kenji© (350288)
 | 2020-05-04 05:05:53
I haven't visited your profile in a long time, I couldn't bring myself to it without crying but here I am now. I miss you terribly my friend, its not the same without seeing you posting in chat helping someone new. Or simply watching people together. You helped this terrible fool at writing and becoming a better person on RoB after my terrible past.
I still love that about you, despite what happened you always helped someone out.
I love and miss you greatly, Ivy. Hope you are giving everyone a stern talking to up there.[3]
-Lemuna Bloodspell. | Isabella V Hexbane Night (80510)
 | 2020-01-15 23:36:00
[i]It had been so long since she'd spoken to one of her dearest friends. She lay a bouquet of yellow roses across the ivy strewn memorial still perfectly intact, for the woman she called her twin soul. She smiled, an errant tear streaming down the woman's cheek as she hashed over the many memories the two women had created together. The countless hours of conversation, the laughter and the tears. The commonalities the two women had shared were far too many to recall, but it had brought them together and cemented a truly beautiful friendship between the two.[/i][c=yellow]"I relieved so many beautiful memories of you today, my sweet soul sister. I also relieved the pain of losing you in the most unexpected way. It's so funny how life brings people together and they find a connection they never knew they had. I am so very happy that that connection was you. Thank you for such a beautiful gift my friend. I will always miss and love you so very much."[/] | Vance Therian Denar (132830)
 | 2020-01-15 23:34:33
You are still missed my darling friend Ivy. Rest well in the Embrace of the Goddess. | (732018)
![]() | 2019-11-24 14:52:12
You are greatly missed, My love. | ConvictFelon47NotMyPOTUS (680310)
 | 2019-11-08 15:51:39
~Waves and looks around~
Merry Meet Brightest Blessing
Dearest Ivy, been awhile........within the last 3 years a LOT has occurred in my personal-business also....I...lost a partner.....we were LDR only and hoped to expand virtual but.....that was unable to happen hes a R.O.B.er as well....I am working up the courage to visit his profile.....I hope both of you have | Iris Merikh (375610)
 | 2019-10-22 22:13:55
I still miss you. [3] | Hezekiah J. De`Caedes (273683)
| 2019-06-06 04:41:24
I thought of you today. I miss you still, Ivy. | Endymion (441016)
 | 2019-05-27 03:21:39
- he sat there and for a moment reflected upon the memory of the woman he come to visit. A faint smile crosses his lips before pulling a small japanese flute from within his cape.- "For you, Lady Ivy" - he whispers before placing the flute before his lips; a haunting melody of shakuhachi floats upon a wind unseen; like phantom cherry blossoms upon a dark forest stream- "May you rest well, my friend. I did not know you well..but..you are worthy of respect." - he whispered once more before continuing to play for her; fading once more into the aether,as the sound of the flute echoed upon the breeze- | Phantom~de~Orrina-Pascal (417226)
| 2019-04-04 19:58:17
-The male made his way in quietly, his flowing form almost gliding over the ground below. His mane of raven black locks that usually fell to reach his waist was on this night bound into a loose bun behind his head, and instead it was the signature black fur of his cloak that fell towards the ground. The dim glow of his silvery gray eyes lit up the shadows of his face as they gazed around, stopping only when they found a dusty old rocking chair upon which a long dried rose sat upon. His steps continued soundlessly upon this find, bringing his form to approach the solitary piece of furniture. When he reached it, his hand would fall to take the remains of that flower and move it on to one of the armrests. With that done his form would twirl before falling weightlessly into it's embrace, the chair rocking back and then forward again in the motion. Letting it settle, Phantom drew from within his cloak a pair of glasses and a flask, setting the former of the two upon the roseless armrest. In moments he had uncorked the flask and filled both cups with the steamy crimson blood tea within and returned the flask to the dark recesses of his cloak. In the hours to come, the lone Lasombra quietly drank from a single of these cups with the memory of his adopted Mother on his mind. Who knew how much time had passed by the time he had faded from this place, but remaining behind him was the second of those cups possessing the long cooled brew within and a new green rose on the spot where he had sat- "Rest well, Mother. A Crow will always return" -Were the echoes of the words he had spoken when he left- |
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