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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><i><b>Name:</b> Russel Weiss<br/>
<b>Age:</b> 22<br/>
<b>Gender:</b> Male<br/>
<b>Race:</b> Human<br/>
<b>Equipment:</b> <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette2.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fmonsterhunter%2Fimages%2Fc%2Fca%2FMH4-Lance_Render_001.png%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20140414072301&amp;hash=4d05283c39e65d4e8e637d8140f96fbd" href="https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/monsterhunter/images/c/ca/MH4-Lance_Render_001.png/revision/latest?cb=20140414072301" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Steel Lance&amp;Buckler</a>, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thevikingstore.co.uk%2Fekmps%2Fshops%2Fthevikingstore1%2Fimages%2Flarp-platemail-backplate-king-templar-%5B2%5D-1787-p.jpg&amp;hash=8f438cfcfdf825247da95b3b41806b8f" href="http://www.thevikingstore.co.uk/ekmps/shops/thevikingstore1/images/larp-platemail-backplate-king-templar-[2]-1787-p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Iron Chestplate</a>, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.frostriver.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2013%2F10%2Fp-1454-Summit-Boulder-Jct-outlined.png&amp;hash=d2751ca0232047fde46b1c88a01f59fb" href="https://www.frostriver.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/p-1454-Summit-Boulder-Jct-outlined.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Knapsack</a>, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimages-na.ssl-images-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FI%2FA1TZIiWXsPL._SL1500_.jpg&amp;hash=a70e34410467d643ef67edcfb603ed50" href="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/A1TZIiWXsPL._SL1500_.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Deck of Cards</a><br/>
<b>Religious Beliefs:</b> Agnostic<br/>
<b>How did you die:</b> Buried in an avalanche with his twin sister by the Buddha after they attempted to shift the course of the snow away from a Tibetan monastery, causing it to instead hit Russel.<br/>
<b>Magic Affinity:</b> Light<br/>
<b>Bio:</b> Sometimes people are born with compulsory addictions that they can't help but crave-- Russel grew up hoping for some boring job in the sub-urbs... before running into his first encounter of gambling. After that, it was a downhill spiral of losing and winning... every day was filled with gambling. That dream of a quiet life with a quiet job quickly faded as he found himself increasingly more aroused by the risk that came with betting. Moving to Las Vegas to escape the loan sharks, Russel left his family behind in order to pursue his gambling addiction. Along the way, he had learned everything from swindling, to sleight of hand, to simply cheating by shuffling or dealing. If there was a way of increasing his chances of winning, he'd do it no matter what.<br/>
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Of course, reality always catches up with those living in a fantasy... in the form of a pissed off twin sister. Tracking him to his new city, his twin sister, Liselle, was hell-bent on changing her brother from being an insufferable deadbeat to the point that she'd run him down through the casinos before it was finally too much... and the man bolted to some far away country with the money he had somehow made. Cheaters can see a decent few steps ahead, but Russel didn't quite see the scenario where he'd be buried ten feet under snow with his twin sister whom had caught him at perhaps the worst time.<br/>
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<b>Misc:</b> Stupidly humorous and charismatic, to the point you need to nail him down to a chair in order to have a serious conversation with him.</i></div>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><i><b>Name:</b> Liselle Weiss<br/>
<b>Age:</b> 22<br/>
<b>Gender:</b> Female<br/>
<b>Race:</b> Human<br/>
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<b>Religious Beliefs:</b> Agnostic<br/>
<b>How did you die:</b> <i>Buried in an avalanche with her twin brother by the Buddha after they attempted to shift the course of the snow away from a Tibetan monastery, causing it to instead hit Liselle.</i><br/>
<b>Magic Affinity:</b> Dark<br/>
<b>Bio:</b> You can choose who you're friends with but not who happens to be your family. Growing up, Liselle showed a gift of intelligence unlike her boring and stale brother... having her entire life ahead of her after getting through college. Unfortunately, before she could even finish her college years she was already swarmed by debt collectors-- guilty by association of family. Having her financial aid cut, Liselle was left bitter and desperate to find her dumbass brother in order to get him to own up to his own problems... tracking him all the way across the country to LA before hounding him every day of her life. Eventually they'd start their game of cat and mouse... moving all the way across the globe before meeting their untimely demise.<br/>
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Running under the guise of a vacation, her brother had made his way to a foreign tourist spot in Tibet in order to get away from his bewitched sister though this wouldn't stop anyone whom had no where to go home to-- because of him. Unfortunately just as she might've been able to reach him, both of their lives were over just like that... ten feet under snow that had somehow appeared out of nowhere.<br/>
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<b>Misc: </b>Kind and sweet; turns into a she-devil near her brother.</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12px">Soft seams of mist and fog covered the grassy floor underfoot heavily... a bone-chilling breeze indicating that the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic1.squarespace.com%2Fstatic%2F53dff7c0e4b0329b1ff59dc0%2F552d7dd5e4b0a7d2f2c5d38b%2F5579b309e4b0fe07e987b04f%2F1434039052393%2FFloating%2BBuddha.jpg%3Fformat%3D500w&amp;hash=311a933dbf1b6c40cd68af0d815430e2" href="https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53dff7c0e4b0329b1ff59dc0/552d7dd5e4b0a7d2f2c5d38b/5579b309e4b0fe07e987b04f/1434039052393/Floating+Buddha.jpg?format=500w" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">island </a>was either in a very cold place or a very high place.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "Warm..."</span> The masculine voice croaked softly, sharp red eyes slowly opening before looking straight up into the sky. He could see maybe two feet away before the fog became too thick for even him to see through. Compared to how he was feeling a few moments ago... the current temperature was far more welcome. The gentle sounds of streams pooling into ponds and pink water lilies floating about gave the location a very serene feeling...<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Wow... this place is peaceful enough that my leg fell asleep."</span> Though the moment the man did look down on his leg, the curled up form of a female version of himself was peacefully clinging and napping on it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"...Get off, Liselle, you damn witch." </span>Clinging for dear life, his beloved sister wouldn't budge no matter how much he waved his leg around before her eyes finally fluttered open.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Where...?"</span> Her tired eyes blinked slowly before those hazy orbs focused on him-- <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Russel you fucking moron! Pay your damn debts!"</span> Reflexively, the two snapped away from each other the moment his twin sister was fully awake... having a standoff for about a minute before their comedy act was finally concluded.<br/>
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<b>"When two people usually die their first reaction is to be surprised, not to bicker."</b> The voice sent a jolt up the man's spine, the two quickly whipping around to see the figure clad in an orange robe... the spitting image of the statue behind him.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"...Dead? Who? You?"</span> That snarky expression rooted itself on Russel's face as he cracked his sarcasm like a whip. The other figure slowly got up from his seat, stepping through the pond water as lilies sprouted on his trail... finally stopping in front of the two.<br/>
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<b>"Clearly not. You two. Russel and Liselle Weiss died moments before on Earth underneath an avalanche." </b>...Avalanche? Both of the two went stiff as that memory flashed through their eyes, still a little foggy like they had hit their heads. ...But actually they probably did hit their heads right before dying to hypothermia, not that it might've mattered too much. <b>"However it wasn't your time to die. I messed up by altering the path of an avalanche headed for one of my monasteries. Oh dear... my Karma must have spiked quite a bit."</b> His carefree tone was a little more than disheartening... but the raw sensations and memories were planted firmly in Russel and Liselle's heads. They were dead.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Wait! This doesn't make any sense, who are you even?" </span>Russel shot a glare over at his sister like she had asked the world's stupidest question, smacking her shoulder before pointing to the statue behind him and then back at him.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Hello? Did you go blind in the hours I didn't see you? He's clearly a monk."</span> ...Close enough. Russel puffed his chest out proudly, earning the softest chuckle from their stupidly carefree companion as he sat back down.<br/>
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<b>"You aren't wrong. I am a monk. I'm also the chief deity of Buddhism. The Buddha, the enlightened one, whatever you feel you'd like to call me... you may."</b> The two twins synced up with each other to give him a stupid looking stare like both their brains had short-circuited at the same time. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"...Buddhism doesn't have a god... does it? Isn't the Buddha another person just like us?"</span> Russel probably didn't know the intricacies so his sister piped up, mentioning the very simple contradiction.<br/>
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<b>"If those in the physical plane revere a personality enough it will, at some point, become a god. You are correct however... I am Prince Siddhartha Gautama. However upon becoming enlightened and spreading my ways to others, the belief in the Eight-Folds Path, my ideology, became strong enough to elevate my existence in the afterlife... and well, I've been here since doing all types of fun stuff. Like meditating all day."</b> While it was beautiful here... there was about a hundred square miles or so of space before they'd run out of place to walk.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Right... so assuming you are indeed the Buddha... neither of us are Buddhists, so why are we here? Despite the fact that both of you fuckers are just figments of my imagination and I'm actually just losing my mind here." </span>Russel played along, cockily smirking again as he was utterly sure this was just some dream. He dreamed up dying, probably because he went into gambling withdrawal or something.<br/>
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<b>"Let your anger go. You were not meant to die so soon yet you did, as such there is a custom among us elevated beings that those whose time is cut short can be allowed to go to another world before reincarnating in the modern one. Think of how much good karma you can accumulate! It is a fantasy world filled with people to save! I'll allow both of you to enter along with one item from your old world, though you must return in one year or else you will no longer be able to go back to your original world." </b>Liselle's brow furrowed... was she dreaming? Her brother's body felt so warm and real though... and it was amazingly chilling here as well.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"What's the alternative? Can I just wait a year out here with you and go back after?"</span> Still playing along, Russel asked for alternatives... if there were any, his sister uncertainly nodding while trying to grasp the situation.<br/>
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<b>"No offense, young man but you'd be bored out of your mind in the first hour. Both of you are sinful heretics whom have no urge or desire to meditate or rid yourselves of greed. As such, in a place where the only option is to meditate, both of you are grossly out of place."</b> Probably... he couldn't convince the Enlightened One himself to gamble with him as that broke quite a few rules on its own... so just resigning to his fate, he sighed and nodded. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I can't believe you killed the two of us just so your own temple could survive. Isn't that the damn definition of greedy?" </span>Now that Liselle thought about it... their reason for death was greed, wasn't it? Wedging his finger in the collar of his robe he let out an anxious set of laughs while casually sliding away from the two.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Y-You..." </span>Liselle took this way more seriously than her older brother whom was convinced he was in a drug trance or something stupid along those lines. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Fuck... I could've been majoring in medical sciences right now... but because of you...</span>" Her cheek pushed out in a pout, staring daggers at her twin brother whom just looked away casually.<br/>
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<b>"Right so... give me your race and item and I'll send you on your way."</b> Race? Liselle would be the first to answer his question in a hurry...<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Human. Him too, don't let him be an incubus or something please. I'll take my heirloom scarf." </span>Before he could even open his mouth, the girl answered for him... her brother looking visibly sad at the fact.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Hey. He killed me unfairly as well. I should have the divine right to become a sex fiend if I want to, you nosy bitch."</span> His eyes narrowed, that smile widening as he harassed his twin sister even inside of his 'dream'.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "Sure, that's fine then, I pick human. I'll take my deck of playing cards with me and just introduce the concept of gambling into that world if it's not there already."</span> Of course there was probably some stupid game meant for swindling people in any world. Taking risks was enough to get any man achingly hard, after all.<br/>
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<b>"Ah. I see. Your choices are final then. Once again, sorry. Try not to die out there, I can't do much for you two unless you're my proble-- er... responsibility." </b>Suddenly, he vanished into a stream of mist before the two siblings would feel a palm on their backs pushing... and the two fell off the edge of the island screaming, Liselle thrashing while her brother grabbed her before facing his back to the rapidly approaching ground.<br/>
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Not quite, when their eyes opened... they were resting on a soft floor of grass, an occasional breeze swinging along as the warmth of the sun soaked over the two siblings.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "Did we die again?"</span> This time, he was happy not to have the memory of going flat like some type of cockaroach that was stepped on. Still... the two manifested out of thin air, Russel holding the girl on his lap awfully intimately, something that could only lead to misunderstandings.<br/>
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The two were already equipped with their equipment... Liselle's pale legs and arms visible through her black leather armor along with Russel's dark shirt underneath his almost weightless chestplate. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Let go of me, you incest loving creep."</span> As asked, he abruptly dropping his sister on the grassy ground before getting up and looking around. It was straight out of the manuscript of some game. This was clearly a starter town... <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Really? A lance? You can barely bench one hundred pounds, can you even lift that thing?"</span><br/>
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Now that he felt around his back... there was indeed a long, pointy weapon sheathed back there. Like the instructions were programmed into his head already, he easily drew the lance... shifting the shield into his other hand as it seemed to be almost as light as a feather for him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"You're the one with the impractical weapon. Who the hell fights with a scythe?" </span>Now that he looked, his sister also had a jet black scythe with a wooden handle... about the same size as her own body in fact.<br/>
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"W-Wait... I didn't ask for this..." </span>Uncertainly, she drew the weapon before her hands seemed to automatically know how to let it slide through the air like she was already a master, giving it a few spins before letting it rest next to her hip.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> "...But I guess it isn't too bad? Also, you're not dreaming Russel. I know you wet your bed when you were four." </span>W-Why would his subconscious remind him of something so embarrassing?! Was he some type of secret masochist?<br/>
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He rummaged through the bag slung onto his back before pulling out the deck of cards he had asked for... <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"You have to be kidding..."</span> Did it finally sink in? <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"That damn amateur forgot to give me Jokers... what the fuck?"</span> ...Liselle was about ready to decapitate him until a quick beam of light shot in front of her before two cards fell down from the sky. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"...Oh." </span>He'd keep mind not to talk shit about the Buddha now... scooping the two Jokers up off the floor before shuffling them into the deck.<br/>
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"You're a pain in the ass to gamble with, I'm going to that dude over there."</span> He pointed to the black haired male sitting under the tree, his sister beginning up her protest though he left her behind. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Pleased to meet'ya! Care for a friendly game of cards?"</span> Russel flashed a charming smile, pulling the cards out before showing them to the new face he had just found under the shade of the tree.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Watch out, he's a hardcore homosexual with a serious problem telling kindness apart from romantic affection. Be prepared to be on top if you accept his offer." </span>The monotone voice from behind him concluded his introduction... though it was quickly met with the soft smack of his fist on her sister's head, a yelp leaving her mouth as she rubbed it softly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> "S-Stupid fucking brute..." </span>Pouting just lightly, she stared at the two with wide red eyes.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"This is my twin sister, Liselle. I'm Russel, Russel Weiss. Want to play? If not I'll be seeing you later!" </span>He wanted to only gamble, nothing else. In fact if he didn't take a match soon he'd probably lose his mind... it had been so long since he played poker, his finger tapping and sliding against the deck of cards like he was some type of drug addict rubbing a fresh bag of his favorite fill.</span></span>