Alternatively, you could post an interest check to see if anyone else wants the role of the Shield Hero.

Perhaps for the Bow Hero and for a Co-GM, as well

Killing Rin is unnecessary but I'll try bumping the interest check.

Alright someone made a post on here but since it got hidden I'll suppose I won't respond to it. Not being rude to the dude just don't know whats up with that. Feel free to make posts in IC guy I'd like to get this moving. We still need to leave the throne room.

I'll get a post up tomorrow morning. :D

Name: Fernando Gutierrez
Nicknames:Fer
Age:21
Gender:Male
Level: 1

Class: Shield Hero

Hero Class: Shield

Specializations: Survival Training, Languages, Tactical Training,

Magic Affinity: Wind

Appearance: Tan skinned with Knife cut hair down to his shoulders. He has brown eyes and a curved hawk like nose. He stands 5'7" and weighs about 180 lbs. He has many scars on his body and his clothes are ragged and worn. He has a quiet attitude and talks very little. But when he talks he has a sort of tenor voice that is a bit raspy from lack of use. He unknowingly has a protective spirit and has on many occasions helped a person but he tries very hard to seem indifferent. He has no qualms about getting his hands dirty but only resorts to violence when necessary.

Biography: Fer is from a war torn country in the South American Continent in the early 1980s. Living in the harsh rural mountains, made him a hardy young lad. When the guerrillas started abducting children he was unfortunate to have been trapping when his younger brother was taken, his father and mother butchered and his younger sister abducted probably to be sold as a slave. Fer tracked down and joined one of the guerillas. His aim was to find his siblings and exact revenge, on whoever he could, from within. He endured harsh and violent conditions. He learned to use conventional and fabricated weapons. His trapping skills eventually earned him a place as a tracker and forager. All the while his goal was to find his siblings.

By luck or providence, he was able to discover that his poor brother had not survived the harsh living conditions of jungle and a boy soldier. It had been many years and he felt that he had failed his siblings, his parents and justice. He was contemplating ending it all when on his way back to camp he heard a cry of despair and pain.

He followed the sound and happened upon a very common scene of four or five guys surrounding the poor body of girl from where the sound had emerged. He was about to turn away when one of the young men parted and he saw the dirty and tear streaked face of his sister. Rage and pain clouded his emotions as he deftly loaded his old pump action riffle. Despite the emotional storm going on in his soul, Fer managed to quickly and accurately send two bullets bursting into his intended targets. He did not even stop to assess the damage when a quick reaction from one of the remaining three young men reached for the riffle. Far let the riffle be torn from his grasp but his hand immediately pulled the hunting knife he wore on his waist and plunged it deep under the ribs of the attacker who slumped to the ground after a gasp of surprise. The one that had been assaulting the young girl had succeeded in punting on his pants and stood up just as the other lad managed to close in combat with Fer and knock him to the ground trying to pry the knife from his grasp. Fer reached up with his other hand pulled the lad’s hair towards his face and bit hard into his neck until he felt the metal taste of blood. A yell of pain from the wounded neck which was spurting in a rhythmic fashion.

Before he could get to his feet he felt a sharp pain on the left side of his head. He fell to the side trying to fight off confusion and a nausea. Before he could recover he felt the weight of a sweaty body on his and rancid breath near his nose as the last attacker fell onto him striking with his hands. Adrenalin and desperation made both defender and attacker inaccurate in their scuffle. Somehow, the attacker’s hand happened upon the hunter knife that had been dropped. He raised the knife and brought it down upon the raised arm of Fer who had appempted to protect himself. The blade plunged deep into the left forearm and scrapped bone protruding from the other side. The lad used his weight and pushed down forcing the blade slowly down. It was a life and death struggle. The blade was dangerously close to Fer’s neck when a shot rang out. While the weight remained on him, it was dead limp weight. Blood started to drip from a hole on the side of the face of the attacker and Fer pushed the dead body off him, the effort causing him to almost pass out from the pain in his left forearm.

A crying girl rushed to his side. “FER!” the girl said between sobs. Fer propped himself on his knees, the Adrenalin slowly leaving his body and giving way to pain and nausea. He still managed to hug the young girl and say her name through bloodied and busted lips. “Rosa, please forgive me!” He added his sobs to hers as they held each other surrounded by a grim collection of bodies darkening the earth and pooling blood.

Five days later found Fer and Rosa in a rural train station headed towards town. They wanted to leave so much grief and pain behind. Perhaps even one day make it to America. They had somehow made it down the mountain to a village where they had found good people who patched up Fer and helped them find a ride to the rural town. They bought passage with the selling of the equipment and cash found on the dead bodies of the assailants. It seemed like their bloody past was behind them. There had been no signs of pursuit and nobody would even know who was missing or who had attacked with so many rival guerrillas in the area. While they waited, Fer's gaze fell on the odd and eclectic offerings of a merchant. It was a worn book. Fer smiled, his younger brother had loved books. He had been the smart one in the family. Fer knew how to read of course but had not envisioned a life outside farming the land like his father. He knelled and for 5 pesos bought the book. He was on his way back to Rosa and the approaching train.

In an instant, there was a bright flash of light which all but blinded the young man. When his vision returned and the spots dissipated, he was standing in a stone walled room.

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Preferred Weapon(s): Shield, (proficient in fire arms , bows and knives)

Appearance of Weapon: Dependent on the ability being used but at rest it looks more like a solid metal bracer with a jewel on the center of it.

Abilities of Weapon: (if applicable)
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Skills/Abilities:

(You can copy and paste the blow format for each individual skill and put them into a hider if there is a lot. Level one heroes really shouldn't have any but if you want to make them up before the rp that is fine.)

Name of Skill:

Abilities of Skill:

Downsides of Skill: (if applicable some high damage spells/skills may need a downside besides say mana/stamina loss)
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Inventory:
(Put here what you have if you already lived in the world (tent, tinderbox, bandages gold amount, etc), put here what you get as the rp progresses technology from our world is mostly useless in this world so no guns, phones, etc if you wanna bring it along it won't work in the isekai world.)

Short simple post to keep the interactions moving along. We could move onto the next scene you had in mind, I think from this point on the posts will mostly be similar small talk.

I understand that you're going for the standard isekai approach there @Omni5876 but everyone is going by the 'picked up a book, and got transported' sort of deal. Him dying and going to another world isn't really a thing atm.

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@WhoamiStill feel like Guardian, and Alternate man need to post to respond to Rin, and the shield hero leaving.

indeed, I need to post
shall work on it

@vancexentan copy I was not sure how I was to enter. Is that the only issue to update?

@Omni5876I don't see anything else wrong, mostly because how there is not much else to react to like the other heroes, but he seems fine to me.

did some edit to my CS but did not know how he was going to come into the scene as from the IC I read that the old Shield hero departed the room and will not return to the party unless he apologized. Is that where I would pick up from? please let me know what other edit I need to make

I'm not sure if you were the same guy from the interest check but I already stated its going to take a bit. I need to kill the shield hero, make him a fake shield hero meaning the summoners botched his specific summon, and then get you summoned. I still need to get all the people through the current day.

Yes same guy. Ok I will stand by and await direction. I guess you can PM me when you are ready for me. In the mean time. I will continue to follow the story. No meta gaming involved though.

While I wait do you mind if I work on the shield abilities for future use? I am assuming I can gain abilities similar to the story line. Or will it me more like based on my imagination and will such as Green Lantern ring? Good story so far.

The basic abilities your shield has without absorbing any high level materials yes.

@Guardian Angel Haruki Are you going to get a post out soon?

@vancexentan
Yes, I'll get a post out today. Sorry for the wait.

Alright assuming there is no objections, which I assume there won't be, I'll try and post by the end of today if not tomorrow. I got stuff on my plate atm.

how does one add pictures if you don't have an URL only a picture in your computer's documents?