Askier

. . . Franz don't make me CNTL+ALT+DELETE you. . . Lol edit: *feels shame for that joke*

Ping 4.2.2.1 Processing. . . Packets sent: 240 || Packets recieved : 240 Enter command: /raidbosshax.exe Processing. . . /raidbosshax.exe is now online Enter command: /Askier'sserverwipebomb Processing. . . /Askier'sserverwipebomb is successful. All Realm Reborn servers are reset and wiped Enter command: /Askier'sevillaughter Processing. . . Error. Activating: Askierhacksuphairball.exe Activating: Haveaniceday.exe

I'd ship it. I mean AskierxSizzie way hotter that Kahn'axSizzie. SizzieXAskier is full of hate sex

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Oscare + Barrod = Reese Cup! Yum! I can never unsee this now and you have made my favorite candy even better! lol

Askier Mergrey looked at the ocean below. For hours he had been lazily piloting the airship in long, low sweeping runs above the surface of the ocean, his golden eyes observing the numerous ships traveling along the shipping lanes. He had a type of vessel in mind, and finally found two of them, traveling side by side. Massive trade galleons, their sails full to the winds, their hulls obviously Limsian. The Garlean made a few more passes, making sure they got a good look at the airship as he pulled his Flame coat out of a bag and slipped it onto his shoulders. The Garlean made one last, low pass, hoping at least one crew member would see the attire and live to tell as Askier pulled a lever and the airship rose up into the air, the altimeter reading one-thousand. The Garlean then lowered the throttle to a slow crawl, matching the speed of the ships below as he turned and went over to the large thing covered in canvas. Askier pulled out his knife and cut the ropes holding the canvas down. The canvas tarp flew off and a metal, magictec bomb sat there, glinting in the sun. Askier pattered it tenderly. Meanwhile, slumped against the gunwale, her arms against her back, Kanaria Galanodel had woken, jostled awake by the turning of the ship. She'd struggled to loosen the binds that held her, but to no avail. She let out a soft sigh, one that wouldn't be heard over the winds sweeping pass. Her lavender eyes watched Askier quietly as her heart started to race once more as she tried to figure out what he was up to. It wasn't until the boat slowed and he cut the ropes that held the covering on the bomb loose that she gasped. There was tremendous hurt in her normally kind eyes as she looked back and forth between the two. "Askier..." She wiggled upon the deck trying her best to at least sit up. "Askier! What are you doing?!" She cried out over the soft howl of the wind. Askier looked from the bomb to the woman as he stepped to one side of the device. His eyes twinkled as he let a massive grin cover his face. "You are awake! I was worried you were going to sleep through the show. You have the second best seat. The best are those poor bastards below us." Askier seized a lever and placed his right foot on the side of the bomb as the wind sent Askier's hair flailing around like a den of serpents. Kanaria eyed him as he spoke and twisted on the spot to face him. Her fingers worked to get to something at the small of her back. "Second best?" She looked about quickly and tensed, she couldn't figure out where they were, just sky. "Who? Do you even know who they are? Would you send simple civilians to their death!?" Kanaria struggled more, she had to reach it! He was about to set the bomb free. "Yes!" Askier exclaimed, and then paused. The bomb maker looked sad for a moment and was still, the wind howling in his ears as his coat danced on the wind’s fingers. "I'm sorry Kanaria, " Askier said slowly, his smile becoming a sad one. "I would have destroyed Ul'dah for Saravena, I'll get over killing some sailors for Taeros." Askier then grunted and jerked the lever. "Taeros?! Th-this is about that low life scumbag?!" her eyes widened as he pulled the lever, her fingers still working to get that dagger she just couldn't seem to reach. "N-no!" she yelled as loud as her voice could manage There was a screech, followed by a groan, as the bomb detached from its mounting. Askier then gave it amassive shove with his leg. The bombrolled forward towards the gunwale, part of which had been removed. The bomb reached the edge and hung there fora moment as the ship rocked. The momentseemed to last an eternity before the bomb rolled over and fell towards the pair of ships like the wrath of Bahamut. One of the sailors, a Seeker, saw it coming, the bomb casting a shadow on the deck. The man threw himself overboard. The bomb slammed onto the deck before it exploded in a ball of blue fire. The ship that it had stuck was blown to bits,and the second ship was torn in twain as the fire and shock wave shattered hull and flesh alike. Black smoke rose up around the airship that shook violently to-and-fro as the blast waves reached it. Askier hung on to his life line as the propeller continued to push the airship forward, out of the cloud of smoke while Kanaria cringed and closed her eyes. The turbulence from the blast subsided after a few more moments and the Garlean walked to the aft of the vessel and looked down at the twisted wreckage and flotsam that danced upon the ocean’s surface. Tears flowed down Kanaria’s face as she kept her eye tightly shut, not looking at the miqo’te. "Askier...." she whispered softly.

Askier looked out at the clouds that stretched all around him. Nearly two thousand feet below him the earth had given way to vast ocean. Behind Askier could still be seen the coast of Thanalan. The Garlean smiled as his right hand tightened on the wheel of the airship he rode, the wind tugging at his hair. It wasn't supposed to have happened this fast. He wasn't supposed to be here yet. But that's how the world worked. Life is what happened while you waited Askier looked over at the figure in white, clipped to a life line and bound with rope. Kanaria wasn't supposed to be here either. But she had leapt aboard after Askier had fled aboard one of the three Red Wing airships after he had shot Kahn'a. The fool had threatened to try and stop him after Askier tried to explain things to him. Askier felt his stomach knot. He hadn't wanted to do that. He hadn't wanted to hurt Kahn'a, Kanaria, any of them. But life is what happened while you waited. The Garlean turned his eyes from the unconscious woman to the large mass in the middle of the deck. A large canvas tarp hid what was there, obscuring Askier's newest creation from the world. There wasn't to going back. Too many people were scheming. Too many claimed they held the answer. All of them were blind. They wanted a reason to crush one another. Askier was going to give them their chance, and obtain his revenge in the process

Dear Phoenix, I must know, which came first: the chocobo or the egg? - Askier

Tiergan wants to be a villain? YAY~! *Dances with excitement* Well Tiergan, most of these people here have already offered stellar advice and covered most of the points I could have gone over so I'll offer personal experience instead to give you a glimpse into the hive of scum and villainy you are about to tread. C'kayah brought up a very good point about bottom-up and top-down. No matter what stye you pick, having a pre-set plot for your villain, even if it's just a goal, is vital or else the character can get lost. Whether its form a criminal empire or blow up a city, you need a goal to aim for so that people can try to counter the goal, thus creating the wonderful conflict I thrive on. Now one thing to be aware of, is that being a baddy does tend to limit the types of rp open to you at times depending on your character. Askier, during his bomb plot, was found out and open about it. For about a month, his rp consisted of evading cops, trying to recruit people, and complaining to anyone who knew his goal about how much work it all was. Now this was great for conflict, and Kahn'a and I had the awesome game of cat-and-mouse going on in Ul'dah but I couldn't tavern rp anymore, not that I do much of that anyhow. If you want your character to have a social life outside their goals, take C'kayah's route. Sure C'kayah has Osric glaring at him, but he can't prove anything and C'kayah can enjoy himself in the Quicksand. But the rub of this is that if -no one- knows what you are planning, they can't try and stop you. And once someone does know, word spreads, and eventually, your character ends up in Askier's shoes for awhile. This was how I played Jin'li. He was a slow burn. He walked around Ul'dah, chatting and being-kind- as he did his deeds. Word of him slowly spread as more and more people learned about his actions. Eventually my available rp options ended up like Askier's. Fun but limited. Also, the biggest issue is, expect to be thwarted and eventually have to pay for your crimes. This happens. Sooner or later everyone loses. Osric lost to Jin'li, just as Jin'li lost and died to Osric later. People are out to stop you and even if you are stopped, and are given a trial, and fake your own death, and then become a Flame, like Askier, there is a stigma your character will forever bear. It's a strange sensation, but it will happen. Even to this day Askier is discriminated against in character for his actions byt other PC's and that is an organic development but can be tough if you aren't ready for it because you'll love to grow your 'villain' and seeing this not work out for them social can be disheartening. That's just a bit of insight. Hope it helps you with your character development. Aslo if you need a bomb maker...Askier currently available for hire. :roll: Also "Good" and "Evil" are subjective and never once did I think of Askier or Jin'li as villains, but, rather, tragic heroes. One of the best 'villians' I ever rped was a paladin trying to stop a group of cultists. If you consider yourself an 'antagonist' versus a 'villain' you get to have more fun, least I think so.

Askier sat in his workshop, his scared torso was exposed to the cool air. His hair fell about his face, the color a lighter hue with white and grey hairs mixed in. He had washed the dye out his hair and hadn't bothered to re-apply it. His mind was too full of matters to allow him any concerns of vanity to surface. Askier was leaning his chin into the palm of metal hand as he hunched over a table, his right hand spinning his large knife over and over. Askier sighed slowly and closed his eyes. "You doing alright there old man?" Askier opened his eyes. Sitting across from Askier was the grinning face of a younger version of himself, dressed in a pressed Garlean uniform. Askier snorted and shook his head. "Clearly not, since I'm now hallucinating." The young Askier vision laughed. "Well old man, maybe you should stop thinking so much." "To many of my problems are from not thinking." Askier grumbled as he continued to soon the knife. "I don't know about that." the young Askier took a sip from a metal flask. " You were better off before you started moralizing and trying to be a good person. You actually were happy." "I was never happy." Askier growled, the lines around his eyes pressing into wrinkles. "I was just trying to survive. Why I joined the Garlean army in the first place. National pride be damned." "And how did trying to have pride as a Flame soldier go?" the young Askier smirked. "You are mentally disqualified, miserable, and considering blowing up half the city to serve your own, selfish desires because your little dream world collapsed and you are now bitter that your adopted philosophy you took from Osric and Kahn'a is a lie. You were always a survivor. Nothing more." "Least I'm aware of my faults." Askier replied as he stopped spinning the knife. "Are you?"the young Askier mocked with a laugh. "Did you not mock Kahn'a and then commit the same act? Did you not once torture for Adin and yet now find it vile? You are a man who doesn't know what they believe anymore and are acting stupid trying to find purpose. Least there was a time when you realized all that matters is looking out for number one. That's the only reason you survived the Calamity. You shot your fellow soldiers when they tried to stop you from running, remember?" "Shut up." Askier growled. "You think your little plan will work? You talked with Roen. That girl has good as damned herself. You know how people like Nero end up. Your father-in-law was just the same, remember? Make the world better, and look how far he went in the end. You think what you intend will stop anything?" "I don't know. I don't know a lot." Askier glared at the young version of himself with hate and jealousy. Had he really been so confident once? "Then why try? What is your end goal, Askier?" the young version of himself stared at him with golden eyes. Askier took a deep breath and smiled softly. "There is no end goal anymore. To me, the ends don't justify the means, the means are the ends. That warehouse exploding and the death of that wretched woman brought me more satisfaction than I have felt in far too long. I aim to recreate that feeling over and over. Taeros, Nero, Osric, all those little -idealists- just trying to bury the truth of reality under false concepts." "Oh?" the young Askier said, crossing his arms."And what is the truth?' "That entropy always wins out in the end." Askier spun the knife. "There is no purpose to anything. Everything ends. So why focus on the ends, when the means bring you joy." "So you would destroy to create joy for yourself." young Askier said rhetorically. "Askier, I do believe your are mentally unfit." The older Askier's face split into a toothy grin. "I could have told you that the moment I started talking to myself." Askier blinked and the visage of the younger Askier was gone. The Garlean took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he leaned back in his chair. Nero, 'The Beast", Taeros, he wouldn't let them hurt Ul'dah. But only because Ul'dah was his toy to do with as he wanted now, and the Garlean didn't want to share.

Askier stood at the edge of the airship landing, the plummet to the streets below feet away. The Garlean stood with his hands in his coat pockets, the high winds tugging at his hair and garments. Askier's golden eyes watered as he watched an airship slowly slipping from view as a thermal took the vessel up into the cloud filled heavens, but it wasn't from the wind. It was from emotion. For the second time he was forced to part ways with his fiancee, though this time it had been mutual. He had come to her last night. Revealed to her everything he was planning and how dangerous it was going to be and how he didn't want her hurt. She had simply sighed as if he was just a annoying child and smiled. She had agreed to leave Ul'dah for the safety of the Shroud. She had packed nearly eight bags of her things and boarded the airship. Just before the vessel had departed, Ashwynn had held him in her arms one last time and kissed him. "I do love you, but you are the most complicated man I've ever met. My life would have been so simple if I had never met you." she had smiled sadly and then turned and boarded. Askier felt his gut knot as the vessel departed, Ashwynn watching him and he her as the distance between them grew. The ship entered the clouds and Askier's golden optics could follow no longer. The Garlean felt the longing sudden seperarion brings in all mortals but he had to deal with it. This was his path and he only hoped he could still make it end at Ashwynn's feet once again. The Garlean looked down at the city. The left side of his face twitched.

See Askier's fashion sense makes my life easy. Going to commit a crime? Wear a red coat. Going to fancy dinner? Wear a fancy coat. Going to a ball? Wear a red coat. In fact, I'll buy Osric a coat IC so he can always have an easy time for events lol.

Oooooo Askier must attend. Any event Askier attends is certain to be. . . explosive. Lol. I have fond rp memories of the last ball Erik held. I'm totally digging this idea.

Askier was going to need a new coat. The Garlean watched as the door to his Red Wings workshop slammed shut as someone left with his coat. Askier flexed his jaw. As he stood, there, thinking slowly, he began to scowl as he thought more and more. After a long spell of thinking, his tongue snaked out and licked his lips, tasting them. "Well played." Askier muttered, looking at the door. Like a slow fuse, it had taken him awhile to figure it out, but he had a hunch and he did not like the meaning about why the coat had been taken. He had been tricked, and like an idiot, he had succumbed to the offering. Blood was still on that coat of his and it was no longer in his possession. And the person whom had it, had been sending off alarms in his head all evening, he just hadn't been listening. The Garlean took a deep breath as he walked over to his closet and opened it. On a row of hangers stood fifteen rust red wolf fur coats identical to the one he had just let slip through his fingers. Askier took one and put it on over his bare chest as he reached into the pocket of his black trousers at his waist and pulled out a small bundle of detonators. The Garlean took them and strode over to a metal chest He opened the combination lid and retrieved the satchel containing the large cerleum cylinder. The Garlean turned and slipped out the door, locking it behind him. He might already have one issue to have to handle, best to keep evidence for his up coming actions hidden as long as possible. Askier slipped away in the night towards a destination known only to himself, and this time, he made sure he wasn't followed.

Askier stood in an alleyway, his red coat wrapping his body against the chill of the desert night. The Garlean was chewing a hunk of chocobo jerky and pondering his Drumstick tasted this good when he heard the voice and turned. A hooded and robed figure stood there. A scarf was wrapped around the lower face and the eyes were covered in goggles. Askier snorted as swallowed his food before speaking. "Cute theatrics." Askier snorted. "A person in my position can't be seen meeting you." "Yeah, whatever." Askier replied dismisivly. "You have what I asked for?" "I wouldn't be here if I didn't." the figure said reaching into his robe and pulling out a metal cylinder. The figure twisted the top and slid it aside just far enough for Askier to see onside as he stepped forward. The Garlean's face twitched before he smiled , his fangs glinting in the dull glow that spilled from the tube. Cerelium. Askier reached into his coat and pulled out a bag and held it to the figure. The two traded items at the same time. Askier shut the large container as he placed it on the ground. Meanwhile, the figure opened the bag and reached in pulling out a . . . "Lug nuts?!" The figure exclaimed but Askier lunged forward, his metal hand seizing the figure' face as his right hand pulled out a knife and plunged it into the figure's chest. The blade dug in deep, and drew a stream of blood. Askier withdrew the blade and Began frantically stabbing as he spoke, a wild look in his eyes. "Silence lose tongues. Fun lesson I've learned." Askier then plunged the dagger into the figure's heart and kicked the body away as it twitched in its death throws. Askier looked down at the dead figure and shivered from excitement as he felt the warm blood dripping off his hand. After a moment of silence, the Garlean retrieved the canisiter of cerelium. Askier then stepped over the pooling blood filling the alley and slowly made his way through the back streets of Ul'dah.

Askier read the letter slowly, his golden eyes tracing the written words carefully. As Askier finished the letter, his face began to twitch on the left side as his lips pulled into a smile. The metal hand crushed the parchment into a ball and held it in a tight fist. His fangs flashed and he threw his head back in a cackle of joy, his eyes staring at the blue sky above. Its was poetic, Askier thought. It had been Natalie's first plan that had broken him and, unexpectedly, it had been Natalie's second plan that had restored the mentally ruined Garlean. When he had seen that warehouse torn asunder and seen the life blood of Natalie gushing across the deck of that ship from Oscare's bullet, he had finally crushed his mental demons Itar had created in him. He was whole again. The Galean opened his metal hand and shoved the parchment down the gun barrel he had built into his magitec arm. The Garlean then aimed the gun into the air and, in imitation of a Garlean military send off, fired six shots into the air, shredding the parchment and empting his weapon's six cylinders. Askier's eyes watched as ash and smoke flickered on the air before him as he continued to grin. "Keep Itar company in the hells Natalie. I'm sending a few more your way before I join you down there."

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*Juggles hand grenades in honor of Natalie*

Hmm. Took me a bit to think.of something since Askier doesn't bottle much up, he just sorts unleashes his emotions at people like a tidal wave. But there is one. Despit the fact they both hate one another, enjoy hurting one another, plan on killing one another, and that her now dead lover broke Askier mentally, he has a 'thing' for Delial Grimsong. Now if you asked if that thing is a crush, death wish, remorse, loathing, or murderous intent, I have to say yes because its all true. Askier hates Delial as much as he hates the man who skinned him alive, yet he would be very pissed, and sad, if she died because anyone other than himself blew her up because he secretly is flattered and entertained by her wanting him to kill him, and since he can't kill her due to reasons. . .I rp the most childish of grown miqo'te. >.< Also Askier sleeps with a stuffed animal. Lol. As for Atrium, one fun fact, she likes making snowmen.

Askier sat hunched over his work station, his eyes fixed on the device he was rigging before him. The door to the room.was locked and Ashwynn sat nearby reading a book and sipping tea, utterly unconcerned that her fiancee was building a bomb not ten feet away. This sort of thing was 'normal'. Askier licked his lips as he turned a screw, mounting the denonator to the barrel that housed his blasting powerder. The barrel was airtight and coated with an oily substance that had then been covered by canvas wrappings. The detonator had been sunk into the middle of the barrel and would shoot a fiery charge into the blasting powder once the pin of the blasting cap was pulled and the thirty second timer ticked down. Thirty seconds would just be enough time.to escape the blast radius. Askier enjoyed cutting it close with his timers and fuses. And there would be no going back. Once that timer was ticking it wasn't stopping. Askier had added extra wires and cables and was dealing the device shut with screws to enclose the inner workings. Askier turned the final screw tight and stood up, stretching his tense and stiff back. He smiled as he looked up at Ashwynn, who looked over at him, then his bomb, then him. "I promise I won't blow off anything else." Askier said with a grin. Ashwynn rolled her eyes and went back to reading. Askier picked up his device with a grunt, it was fairly heavy, walked to the door, unlocked it, and headed out, smiling and looking forward setting his device off.

Dawww!

"Shhhh, I'm trying to hear the nudity."

Due to the "urging" of my fiancee, I went and renewed my for World of Warcraft to be her personal. . . Tank and give her my instant que times. Lol. But fear not everyone, unless she is online, I'll be in Realm Reborn rping still. Or working. . .always with the working with me. -.-

With Otto Van contained, the women of Eorzea would become an even greater threat. Balance must be maintained. There must always be, A Lady King. *shoves Kage onto Otto's throne and runs away*

Real Life Nookie > than anything that could happen in virtual world.