Havin some serious writers block..

Doing a collab with @Shikaru sounds like a pretty solid way to introduce your new character.

And speaking of which, when the comes, @Animus, are we simply going to do a collab post for the Isen'roy/Adrian action?

Anybody else reminded of the mage from Hunter x Hunter when thinking of Ama?

Who?

Kurapika, I THINK he was a mage, it's been years

Kurapika, I THINK he was a mage, it's been years

He wasn't a mage nor anything close to it. The only think 'mage-like' was his ability to conjure chains. And every time I see an IC post of Harley flirting, that DP of yours becomes extremely distracting.

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Doing a collab with @Shikaru sounds like a pretty solid way to introduce your new character.

And speaking of which, when the comes, @Animus, are we simply going to do a collab post for the Isen'roy/Adrian action?

Sure we can.

Name: Kelsier
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Haste: He speeds the rate of time on the target, making the target faster, not just physically but mentally too.
Paradox: This skill rewinds time back up to a minute. It takes all the energy he has, so after using it he is completly exausted, but with it he can go back and change what just happend.

I see no issues with him. Kelsier is accepted. Regarding the issues of OP-ness, it always comes down to how the person himself handles his character. For example, Diggy, you didn't do stuff like one-shot Searzon the moment Hazel saw it even though she could have done it easily. Plus there are always GM methods of handling powerful characters kekekekeke.

Anyone remember what type of currency this RP uses?

Bronze, silver and gold coins. 100 bronze = 1 silver and a 100 silver = 1 gold. Regarding their monetary, a silver coin can last cover a commoner's expenses (food+lodging) for a week.

@Animus thank you for the confirmation. But now I just realized that i made the reward incredibly high

@Animus thank you for the confirmation. But now I just realized that i made the reward incredibly high

You could always just change it since the post was recent >_>" 1 million gold would be on the likes of a Kingdom's entire royal treasury.

Alright it's a new day, I got some energy in me and I'm ready to make one bad motherfucker of a post...as soon as I'm home.

@Animus Thank you. I noticed there were people with two characters, could I make a second character? I promise he will be much less OP then my first. ;)

Edit: I just realized my character is the 13th accepted, how apt.

@Crimson Raven Yes, multiple characters are allowed.

Alright! *rubs hands together*

Name: Miles Murphy
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Miles is about 5'10, 170 pounds. Dark hair and dark-eyed with a miscevious face and a strong chin. He is lean, and thin but has a solid frame and corded muscles.



Kingdom: Earth Kingdom

Persona: Miles is an eccetric man, with a great wit, who likes to make people laugh and cracks jokes and banters often. He has a perpetual grin and a cocky aditude. He has a habit of 'trading' things without asking, taking random stuff and leaving behind things he thinks are equal in value. He also gives people nicknames, most of them insulting. He is a master of disguse and imitating voices and accents. He often is seen as a prideful, careless, and crude buffoon. However, he is very clever and a skilled manupulator. In a fight he is not above using underhanded tricks and unorthidox tactics; he does anything neccecery to survive.

Post Example:



Equipment:
Vindication: A custom-made eight-shot .44 revolver that can fire elemental ammunition.
A small .22 revolver he keeps in one boot with a silencer for it in the other.
A Remington shotgun
A magic throwing knife called Kotetsu that always comes back to the thrower, sometimes point-first.
His large brown leather duster and his 'lucky hat.'

Ability/Magic/Technology: Miles is an excelant shot and he claims to never miss. (Although that is not entirely true.) He is also good at hand to hand combat especaly with a knife. He can throw a knife quite well too.

Bloodmaker: This is an abiltiy Miles inherited from his family. He can store health at the price of being unwell, and tap in to the store later to heal wounds. As long as he has an adequate storage of health, he can recover from any wounds that aren't immediately lethal, such as curing poison, regrowing fingers, and surviving bullet wounds. However, storing health takes a long time, he could feel sick all day and only have enough to heal a scratch.

Lucky: This is not a skill, but Miles seems to have an increadable amount of luck, many times this has been the only thing that saves his life.

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Age: 37

Gender: Male

Kingdom: Basir the Proud bows to none.

Persona: Boisterous, loud, rambunctious, flippant, reckless, crazy. All are very choice words to describe Basir. He lives on the battlefield, born to fight and kill, and when not there he can often be found in the taverns. He derives all self-worth from his ability to kill and truly revels in the a good fight. He is easily bored with more conventional entertainments, the obvious exception being drinking. It is said that Basir of Many Bellies can outdrink any man in Astrea. He is a rebel to the kingdoms, refusing to serve any one king, instead offering his sword to whoever can promise a good payment and a good fight. He is known for treating battle like a game, much to the scorn of his fellow fighters, bellowing merrily in the middle of a bloody rout, or counting his kills in a slaughter. It seems that he is merry and joyous in all places... especially, of course, in taverns. He, however, is not so joyous when challenged or questioned. He is stubborn to a fault, and refuses to let others tell him what to do, or even go so far as to disagree with him. He is, of course, never afraid to fight any of these challengers, as long as the fight is to the death.

Basir does, surprisingly enough, have a few good traits. He is loyal to those that would undertake the monstrous challenge of being his friend. He may be ready to leave the mundane soldiers he fights with behind, but never someone who he considers a true friend. Beyond his friends he is also generous to those he respects. To earn the respect of Basir the Bloody is a great thing, and he treats the few who hold his respect with honor. He does not believe in an unfair fight, and will always meet his foes head on and on even ground. Indeed, Basir the Bold has a rather complex and perhaps impractical code of honor, but one that he follows stringently.

Post Example: Kill them all. Basir could feel the blood of the man he had just murdered wash over him. Oathbreaker called for more. The first man was now cleaved perfectly into two, lying dead on the ground, but there were many more. He counted- at least, he had tried to. There were at least one hundred. They were all petty bandits, convinced they would get a big payday when they heard word that Basir the Bloody would pass by their lonely road. But he would not abide an ambush- this would be a bloodbath. He heard word that there was a great troupe of these vermin on this road, and not only walked into the 'trap', but announced to his would-be attackers that he was coming for them. When he came upon the desolate clearing where they would come, he called out, "Any man who values their life will run from this place! The rest of you lot, if you think you can kill me, do try!" They swooped down from their hiding place in the trees, but it was clear some were wary. The first man was the only that made the initial charge, clearly some sort of leader or lieutenant, larger than most, but still dwarfed by Basir.

He died quickly. Some then broke rank, but the majority decided to try their luck. They would not come at him one at a time like fools, but instead try to wash over him from all sides, just the way Basir had wanted. He would not abide a fight that was too easy. As the first wave hit him he swept his sword wide across. The bandits made a mistake- their charge might overwhelm him, but their fighters had no room to retreat from his blow. He cut down several of them. The rest reconsidered their attack, halting their advance and taking some steps back. Basir did not abide their retreat. He charged into the group that lay before him, Oathbreaker overhead. He sliced across, cutting down man after man. He took a cut here or there- actually, quite a few, but none of them were particularly fatal, and they were taken care of by Oathbreaker. As he cut down man after man the group became wary, and fewer came forward to face him. They stepped back, giving him a small circle to breath in.

They didn't step far back enough. Basir grabbed at the head of one of the men before him, yanking him by his shaggy hair towards him. He held the man up, and made a show of wrapping a beefy hand around the man's face. None of his comrades dared step forward. Basir squeezed.

The explosion of gore satisfied Basir.

He cast aside the mutilated corpse. He himself was now covered in blood. It was magnificent. The rest of the bandits cringed back. They cried out, "This man is a damned monster!" One said. "There's no killing him! The rumors are true" Another shouter. "Retreat! We must retreat!" Basir already gave them their chance to run. They began to break ranks, making for the relative safety of the forest. He chased them down, cutting down as many of the runners as possible. When all was said and done a wonderful scene of gore and violence was left behind.

Basir left wordlessly, returning Oathbreaker to a sheath on his back.

Several Hours Later, A Night Beneath A Star Speckled Sky

By the time Basir settled and made camp the world had turned black. He slept soundlessly, even in the bleak and bloody forest. Even as the remnants of the bandits that had hounded him crept upon him. The whispers rang from the group, but not loud enough to wake Basir, "Are you sure this'll work?" One of them questioned. "The bastard is asleep, what's he going to do? We'll just walk up and poke him with our swords. He'll be none the wiser, and we'll get a big payout. I hear there are some big bounties for this guy- not to mention all the money he must be carrying." The leader was trying to reassure his followers. "Yeah, b-b-but, you saw what happened back there, we cut him a bunch, but he kept going- he didn't even feel it." The leader hissed him quiet, "No man can survive a stab at his heart."

When they came upon the lonely tent of Basir, Father of Bears, he was indeed none the wiser to their attack. The leader reveled in his success. With this kill he'd make it big- he wouldn't need to worry about money anymore with the bounties he'd receive. As he stabbed Basir with the tip of his sword, directly through the heart, he watched the giant man's lifeblood spill out over the canvas of his tent. His thoughts went to his new life. A modest mansion in the capitol, a beautiful wife, maybe even some bratty kids, no more skulking the barren roads of a lonely forest. A smile covered his face, the men standing behind him laughing, now reassured.

A terrifying shriek sounded through the great forest when Basir the Undying opened his eyes. Now Basir wore the smile.

Equipment:

Oathbreaker is Basir's greatest weapon, and what he owes most of his strength to- besides his natural size, of course. Oathbreaker is a massive greatsword which is so heavy none besides Basir can even lift it. He seems to swing the weapon with ease despite its great weight- some have theorized that this may be due to some sort of magic enchantment, but Basir insists it is only because of his great strength. The weapon has a deep history, and several special abilities which it has bestowed upon Basir.

Ability/Magic/Technology: Basir has a great natural strength, which has been amplified by the power of Oathbreaker. He has the strength to lift excess of one ton with great strain due to the weapon's affect on him. Additionally the weapon has the power to cease his perception of pain, although this can be detrimental, as fatal wounds can go unnoticed. To somewhat counteract this his weapon has the power to heal wounds that may kill him, but this has a limited effect. In one day he may only be able to survive three fatal wounds, and that is stretching the weapons power when healing other smaller wounds. When it comes to swordsmanship Basir is surprisingly quick for his size, able to match swords with some of the great duelists of the Golden Era, but his style relies more on his brute strength overcoming his foes than skill. As mentioned he is actually very quick, and has a deep pool of stamina. Rumor holds that he once outran a horse in an endurance race, although this tale may have been embellished by Basir himself.

Cowboy and a Berserker??

Both Miles and Basir are accepted :)

@SwarthyBard126Bruh, you haven't posted at all.

Slow day?

Hey,@Animus, I think it's ur turn

@Crimson LionYes, we're actually in the midst of a collab.

E: Instead of writing out a big chunk, I guess we'll post it in parts in case anyone decides to intervene or give comments during the fight.

Hmm lemme see what I can post.

Sorry, sorry been busy. I'll try to get a post up tonight or tommorrow.

Some people have made a sneaky sneaky collab.

Slap me if my post didn't make sense and I'll edit it.