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Update

{{So this blog is inactive but not dead. The character, while fascinating doe snot suit continuous roleplay. As such Undying is available for RP whenever approached, but he will only be used by me when a story moment in a different RP calls for it.}} 

{{Please feel free to request his contribution to your stories/plot}, my other blogs are Lich and Abaddon }

#Dota 2 #Roleplay #Undying #I love this character but he is not fun to roleplay on menial stuff

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Announcement: This blog is not dead!

This roleplay blog is not dead. I love the character of Undying. However, I find that Undying only does well with more serious roleplay, as such,I will not instigate roleplay with anyone in this blog unless they specifically ask for a serious roleplay, or are role-playing themes I feel appopiate to Undying. If you feel that you want to use Undying in a roleplay as a minor character (as a deal maker or as a sourcw of information) or as a focus (I.e. a villian), then please message me, I am always keen to dust of the zombie man!

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People should reblog this if they are okay with receiving ask memes from people they’ve never rped with before. Mutual or not.

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Undying’s smile only widened, he could hear the heartbeat of Magina, its fear. It was almost like he could smell the humans primal instinct of ‘flee’ on his skin. It was such a sweet smell. 

“Of course I dare” the Zombies voice was lower than before, dryer to,” to dare, Magina,  would imply courage and... to.. imply courage must mean I fear. But I am fear Magina.” How the Undying twisted his words, his ancient tongue curdling many dialects into one, it made his voice unsettling and terrifying in equal measure. “And how else would I appear? This is what I am... or do you think me an illusion?” the last word ebbed out of his mouth like a venomous bite. “A twisted image of your imagination perhaps? Just as those monks did in Turstarkuri thought.”

Undying as enjoying this, it wasn’t everyday he got to mock the Antimage, though to Undying he would always be the acolyte of Turstarkuri

A loud series of heavy footfalls could be heard from the forests edge, "Oh it must be you Anto-mage! It has been so long has it not? Not since I butchered your temple have I seen you" cackeled an anceint and feared voice. {I-bring-the-song-of-death}

Magina who had been training inside of the woods raised his head as he heard the strange noises. What was this sound? He took his weapons, blinked towards the source of the sound and froze. Could this.. be?“…” As he heard the voice all he managed to do was a growl. This.. creature..

#maginatheantimage #dota 2 roleplay #Undying you're an asshole #dota 2

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Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.

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{Hey all! I will be roleplaying tonight. So of we have a thread, send me a reminder for it. If we don’t and you want to roleplay, talk to me/send and ask/wrote a starter}

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The Undyings face curled into a smirk as the Anti-Mage blinked before him, green necromantic energy leaked from his maw like a fog of death as he spoke in his ancient voice. “Time has chiseled your youth acolyte of Turstarkuri!” the Zombie proclaimed, so entertained to see the Anti-Mage again. As his voice echoed throughout the landscape, animals bolted and birds to flight in a chorus of panicked twitters; they knew what that voice was for them. 

The Undying shifted his weight slightly, the majority of his weight clearly on his forward leg. If one was observant enough, one would notice the very earth beneath the pair of them was becoming dried and dust filled, all green youth sapped from it by the very presence of the Undying. 

“Speechless are we?” 

A loud series of heavy footfalls could be heard from the forests edge, "Oh it must be you Anto-mage! It has been so long has it not? Not since I butchered your temple have I seen you" cackeled an anceint and feared voice. {I-bring-the-song-of-death}

Magina who had been training inside of the woods raised his head as he heard the strange noises. What was this sound? He took his weapons, blinked towards the source of the sound and froze. Could this.. be?“…” As he heard the voice all he managed to do was a growl. This.. creature..

#no worries :) #maginatheantimage #dota 2 roleplay #dota 2

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"Death is on the march..."

#New patch

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{Just so everyone is aware, I am not dead, I have not abandoned this blog and I am returning. I am somewhat settled into University now and will try and roleplay via phone little by little. As such I cannot edit my posts effectively, so please bear that in mind. I should have wifi as of the 6th of October, so please bear with me}

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The Herald chuckled at the demons uncomfortable position, "Only when I want to" he smiled wickedly, reaching the demons lord in a couple of long, gaitly strides. Undying had met the Doombringer on countless battlefields over the ages, not that the Herald cared much for the pursuits of the one called Lucifer, but he did enjoy a familiar face once in a while.

"What reason would that be... then? Surly not this war of the ancients, the would be king would surly not... pay attention to a couple of rocks? noooo, it must be something far more... personal" he continued, the green energy that had so clearly dripped from his maw shone even brighter through his dead eyes.  

Undying grinned as he approached the Demon, Doombringer was his name and king his desired title, not that Undying cared for his desires. As he approached, the earth beneath his strides turned to dust, insects shriveled and seeds died in the dust; as his presence continued larger animals would give the area a large birth.

“Doom” the herald called in his unholy voice, “what draws… you… to this mortal… realm?” He inquired slowly, green necromantic energy dripping from his maw as he spoke, his long, clawed arms, raised in curiosity. 

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#Undying is an asshole #a philosophical morbid #balance loving #ass XD #doomwalkstheearth #dota 2

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Undying grinned as he approached the Demon, Doombringer was his name and king his desired title, not that Undying cared for his desires. As he approached, the earth beneath his strides turned to dust, insects shriveled and seeds died in the dust; as his presence continued larger animals would give the area a large birth.

"Doom" the herald called in his unholy voice, "what draws... you... to this mortal... realm?" He inquired slowly, green necromantic energy dripping from his maw as he spoke, his long, clawed arms, raised in curiosity. 

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#dota 2 #roleplay #doomwalkstheearth

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Undying grinned as he approached the Demon, Foombringer was his name anf king his desired title, not that Undying cared for his desires. As he approached the Earth beneath his strides turned to dust, insects shriveled and seeds died in the earth; as hos oreesence continued larger animals would give the area a large birth. "Doom" the herald called in hid unholy voice, "what draws... you... to this mortal... realm?" He inquired slowly, green necromantic energy dripping from his maw as he spoke, his long, clawed arms, raised in curiosity. @doomwalkstheearth

#doomwalkstheearth #Dota 2 #roleplay

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Undying listened to the space with a grin upon his face, her patience, her wrath, her determination would beautiful to his ears. As the Enchantress flung her spear, fire in her eyes, Undying stepped forward and exit gushed the brief flare of life it had created. He had needed her back, mother nature as the mortals called her, bit how could he ever have had her back, when she could not even remember her oldest adversary. Even as she sprang away, Undying began to speak, his unholy voice carried upon the air faster than a swarm of Locusts. "It is good to have you back Aiustha!" He declared, "it is so boring walking this earth without an adversary, so I am glad we had this talk. I can say.... With absolute certainty, Dirge" the zombies voice dropped in depth by several notes, "Is very pleased to see your radiant form upon the earth again! Welcome back!" The Undying's voice cracked into a malicious laugh, it's unnatural clarity bounching through the woods and beyond. It was a warning, a warning to life itself. Death was on the march.

spying the stone walls of the graveyard would normally be a pleasant sight for the enchantress. Death is a part of the cycle of life, and nothing could return one to the earth like being buried in it. But as she approached the open gates, this graveyard felt... wrong. It had an aura of death but none of the new life that death usually brings. And the feeling was soon joined by a small sound, hovering at the edge of hearing and making her skin crawl. it almost sounded like a distant mournful song

Undying strode through the crumbling graveyard, a monolith of flesh and unnatural energy. He was a goliath of decay and a symbol of fear to even the immortals of this word; after all, they all knew that even the strongest lights eventually die.  

Humming to himself as he strode forward, the Undying brought fourth an ancient tune long forgotten in this word. In truth Undying could no longer recall on what dust strewn battlefield he had heard the tune before tearing its origins throats out. Yet as he walked, the zombie could feel the presence of another ancient soul, so very old indeed. 

Letting a wail escape his maw that sent life scattering in all directions, the Herald of Dirge turned towards the soul, a light in the distance to his shimmering eyes, and began to march towards it, the ground decaying beneath his feet. 

#lightoffoot-lightofheart #Dota 2 #I actually love interactions between these two #roleplay

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what is your opinion on my portrayal?

You can tell me on or off anon and I happily accept constructive criticism. 

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The zombie shrugged as the Enchantress spoke of the so called ‘desecration’ of the graveyard, her idea of desecration was of no concern to the herald of Dirge; in fact it made him a little happier, knowing of her despair. 

Still, Undying could not help but enjoy her question, formed so innocently too. “You mean to say, why don’t I strike you down” he began, slowly and quietly, his voice a whisper upon the dead air. “Why i do not chase you down and devour you, crush you with my teeth and scorch your forests of life?” he continued, an evil smirk upon his face, green necromantic energy pouring from his mouth as he spoke. “well, probably because i do not care” he lifted a chunk of earth as he spoke from the ground beneath him, “we’re old enemies for sure Aiushtha, as much as the tide and the shore are” the earth crumbled to dust as he continued, its fragments dissolving into the dead air of the graveyard. “But i am the tide, while you’re the shore, I am patient and eternal, you’re not, as surly as you had a dawn, you must too, have a dusk.” the Undying lamented, almost sad at the idea his crusade could end. 

He took a step back and nodded to the Enchantress, “Enemies we’re, but war does not have to be constant, as long as you understand, it will begin again, nothing can stop this.” he admitted simply, his voice a blade to the soul, a shiver in the molten core of life. 

spying the stone walls of the graveyard would normally be a pleasant sight for the enchantress. Death is a part of the cycle of life, and nothing could return one to the earth like being buried in it. But as she approached the open gates, this graveyard felt... wrong. It had an aura of death but none of the new life that death usually brings. And the feeling was soon joined by a small sound, hovering at the edge of hearing and making her skin crawl. it almost sounded like a distant mournful song

Undying strode through the crumbling graveyard, a monolith of flesh and unnatural energy. He was a goliath of decay and a symbol of fear to even the immortals of this word; after all, they all knew that even the strongest lights eventually die.  

Humming to himself as he strode forward, the Undying brought fourth an ancient tune long forgotten in this word. In truth Undying could no longer recall on what dust strewn battlefield he had heard the tune before tearing its origins throats out. Yet as he walked, the zombie could feel the presence of another ancient soul, so very old indeed. 

Letting a wail escape his maw that sent life scattering in all directions, the Herald of Dirge turned towards the soul, a light in the distance to his shimmering eyes, and began to march towards it, the ground decaying beneath his feet. 

#lightoffoot-lightofheart #dota 2 #Undying The Talker