One must leave the nursery before achieving greatness, I suppose.
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indeed
Guy0fV4lor Retaker of The Holy Land
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@Haeo what if I told you I achieved greatness from WITHIN the nursery?
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@Guy0fV4lor Then I would know that the nursery needed less WIFI and more supervision.
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still doesn't mean she's able to actually leave at the current moment.
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Your math checks out and everything's good, you can put Nira and the voice in her head in the Character Tab as soon as you take this into account:
Welcome aboard!
Your math checks out and everything's good, you can put Nira and the voice in her head in the Character Tab as soon as you take this into account:
The mind is a fickle thing, yet it's been placed in charge of everything these sacks of meat we call bodies experience. Yet poor fools that we are, we trust the chemicals in our minds to tell us they are such. Pay attention to the voices, little girl...especially when they tell you things you don't want to hear.
Skill Gain: Alert I (1.0)!
Though this skill is limited by the strength of your senses, and does not sharpen your senses on its own, it allows you to become more aware of your surroundings. Without conscious effort, you will pick up on signs in your environment more easily, especially if they present some form of danger to you. Essentially this is an anti-ambush skill. [Past Life Skill]
Developing Skill: Stealth Kill (0.2)
By concentrating your Stamina at the moment of a sneak attack, you can (without sound or visual effects) increase the power of a single blow. A target's active resistance against you will disrupt the various forms of breathing, focus, movement, etc. required to focus Stamina into this technique, so it will not work in open combat. ["Soon she learned that she would need to rely on surprise attacks if she wanted to hunt and eat..."]
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Name:Femus Loncut
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Gender: Male
Species: Wisp
Appearance: a softly glimmering blue green orb with a faintly yellowish aura.
Goals: Gain enough power to build a life and keep it. If that means serving the Demon King, okay. If it means betraying him to the goody-two-shoes people later, okay. If it means searing half the planet with unquenchable flames and ripping open a portal to the underworld while offering the souls of the living and the dead as offerings to the elder gods… well… he’ll decide that when he gets there.
Abilities:
Level: 4
Mana Orb 2.0 Species Skill/Ambush hunting
Lesser Force 1.0 Species Skill
Levitation 1.0 Species Skill
Meditate 1.0 Waiting for the right opportunity
Shield 0.1 Observing Pixies
Suppress Presence 0.1 Ambush hunting/avoiding detection
Alert 0.2 Ambush hunting/situational awareness
Faster 0.2 Ambush hunting/win fast or run faster
Harder 0.1 Bumping into things… hard… while running away
Soil Manipulation 0.1 Experimenting with elemental properties
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Wisp>
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Theme:
Gender: Male
Species: Wisp
Appearance: a softly glimmering blue green orb with a faintly yellowish aura.
Goals: Gain enough power to build a life and keep it. If that means serving the Demon King, okay. If it means betraying him to the goody-two-shoes people later, okay. If it means searing half the planet with unquenchable flames and ripping open a portal to the underworld while offering the souls of the living and the dead as offerings to the elder gods… well… he’ll decide that when he gets there.
Past Life: Born into a reputable but poor family of butchers in a small dictatorship that managed to arrogantly huddle in a corner of the middle east, Femus was the second son and third child of the Loncut family. Life was play, chores, school, and knife work until he turned 15. That birthday was one he wouldn’t forget.
The general assigned with managing the city, fearing reports of an invasion by a terrorist army that was approaching the border near the city, mustered the local militia and ordered them to defend the city. Then he robbed the local banks and fled with his closest political allies and bodyguards, relocating to the capital to ‘help organize reinforcements’. When the invading terrorists finally arrived, three weeks later, the city became a warzone.
The militia was only able to keep the invaders, called The Cult of the Eye, out of the city for a few days. Then, their line broke and the battle became a slogging urban hell of shifting battle lines and uncountable casualties among both sides and the people stuck between them. The neighborhood where the Loncut family had lived and worked for generations, through many changes in government, was caught in flux. One day they would be behind the lines of the Cult of the Eye, the next would dawn with their own militia holding the area. Initially, both sides seemed reluctant to harm those industrious families that had no will to fight. But, as the fighting wore on and the cost in supplies and blood continued to rise both the Militia and the Cult became increasingly intolerant of those who were surviving.
Femus’s older brother was forced to join the Militia to protect the rest of the family. Two days later he was killed as the Cult of the Eye took back that same stretch of land once again. This time, they were not forgiving. They had identified Femus’s brother among the dead and demanded compensation for this ‘impious and ungrateful conduct’. Femus’s parents were forced to apologize, claiming that their eldest son was corrupted by the Militia. The Cult officer, seeing the pretty features of Femus’s older sister, demanded that the family offer her to him as ‘penance’ for failing to properly raise their son.
They also stripped the shop of its goods but left the three remaining members of the family unharmed.
When the tides turned again, the Militia heard from neighbors about the Loncut family giving their daughter and goods to the Cult. The Militia soldiers were enraged. They gathered a squad and executed Femus’s parents in a display of retribution in front of their home.
Femus had been running an errand in the next street when they came. He returned as the soldiers were beginning to seek information about the missing boy. Slipping through an alley, he caught a glimpse of the corpses of his parents. Then he heard voices and slipped closer to hear. He overheard one soldier speaking to an older man who had never been on good terms with their family. The soldier said that the officer hadn’t said whether or not the boy would be executed when he was found but that it would probably be that or impressment into the militia. The old man then described the very errand that Femus had been sent on and urged the soldier to wait for him nearby. The soldier gave the neighbor a small package in return for the help and moved into a connected alley to wait in ambush while the old man slipped back toward his home with a smile. He didn’t make it that far.
Femus was a butcher’s son who had to run errands in a warzone. He carried several knives and was all too familiar with how to deconstruct a body. The old man never got to see what was in the package. He never had a chance to even scream. The soldier didn’t fare much better. Since Femus knew where he was and what direction he was looking. Training doesn’t do much to help once a blade severs a man’s spine. The soldier’s rifle was an unfamiliar tool but the safety was off and an AK doesn’t need a marksman in order to be lethal.
His brother and parents were dead, their business destroyed. His sister was gone, likely to never be seen again. He had only one piece of work left to do before he could let himself drown in the pain of his grief. He walked slowly to the mouth of the alley and saw the officer in charge. He was spotted, but not before he fired.
The officer fell.
The two soldiers closest to him fell.
Then Femus fell. As he lay dying from the militia’s bullets he caught sight of a man wearing the uniform of the Cult of the Eye hiding in an alley across the way with a radio in hand.
That was the last man that Femus killed on his last day on earth. He was 17. The last thing he saw was the face of a militia soldier. His face was filled with confusion. "What...? Did you think... you were the only dog meat... I wanted to butcher?" Femus whispered through the blood on his lips as he died.
The general assigned with managing the city, fearing reports of an invasion by a terrorist army that was approaching the border near the city, mustered the local militia and ordered them to defend the city. Then he robbed the local banks and fled with his closest political allies and bodyguards, relocating to the capital to ‘help organize reinforcements’. When the invading terrorists finally arrived, three weeks later, the city became a warzone.
The militia was only able to keep the invaders, called The Cult of the Eye, out of the city for a few days. Then, their line broke and the battle became a slogging urban hell of shifting battle lines and uncountable casualties among both sides and the people stuck between them. The neighborhood where the Loncut family had lived and worked for generations, through many changes in government, was caught in flux. One day they would be behind the lines of the Cult of the Eye, the next would dawn with their own militia holding the area. Initially, both sides seemed reluctant to harm those industrious families that had no will to fight. But, as the fighting wore on and the cost in supplies and blood continued to rise both the Militia and the Cult became increasingly intolerant of those who were surviving.
Femus’s older brother was forced to join the Militia to protect the rest of the family. Two days later he was killed as the Cult of the Eye took back that same stretch of land once again. This time, they were not forgiving. They had identified Femus’s brother among the dead and demanded compensation for this ‘impious and ungrateful conduct’. Femus’s parents were forced to apologize, claiming that their eldest son was corrupted by the Militia. The Cult officer, seeing the pretty features of Femus’s older sister, demanded that the family offer her to him as ‘penance’ for failing to properly raise their son.
They also stripped the shop of its goods but left the three remaining members of the family unharmed.
When the tides turned again, the Militia heard from neighbors about the Loncut family giving their daughter and goods to the Cult. The Militia soldiers were enraged. They gathered a squad and executed Femus’s parents in a display of retribution in front of their home.
Femus had been running an errand in the next street when they came. He returned as the soldiers were beginning to seek information about the missing boy. Slipping through an alley, he caught a glimpse of the corpses of his parents. Then he heard voices and slipped closer to hear. He overheard one soldier speaking to an older man who had never been on good terms with their family. The soldier said that the officer hadn’t said whether or not the boy would be executed when he was found but that it would probably be that or impressment into the militia. The old man then described the very errand that Femus had been sent on and urged the soldier to wait for him nearby. The soldier gave the neighbor a small package in return for the help and moved into a connected alley to wait in ambush while the old man slipped back toward his home with a smile. He didn’t make it that far.
Femus was a butcher’s son who had to run errands in a warzone. He carried several knives and was all too familiar with how to deconstruct a body. The old man never got to see what was in the package. He never had a chance to even scream. The soldier didn’t fare much better. Since Femus knew where he was and what direction he was looking. Training doesn’t do much to help once a blade severs a man’s spine. The soldier’s rifle was an unfamiliar tool but the safety was off and an AK doesn’t need a marksman in order to be lethal.
His brother and parents were dead, their business destroyed. His sister was gone, likely to never be seen again. He had only one piece of work left to do before he could let himself drown in the pain of his grief. He walked slowly to the mouth of the alley and saw the officer in charge. He was spotted, but not before he fired.
The officer fell.
The two soldiers closest to him fell.
Then Femus fell. As he lay dying from the militia’s bullets he caught sight of a man wearing the uniform of the Cult of the Eye hiding in an alley across the way with a radio in hand.
That was the last man that Femus killed on his last day on earth. He was 17. The last thing he saw was the face of a militia soldier. His face was filled with confusion. "What...? Did you think... you were the only dog meat... I wanted to butcher?" Femus whispered through the blood on his lips as he died.
New History:
Breeze. Light. Dark. Chill. Warmth. Color. Danger. Safety. Weakness. Strength. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since that terribly clear moment of contact with the Demon King. What he knew was that the area was familiar, the blue flower that he was resting on was familiar… and food. The vines that climbed the tree where he was resting were strong and felt more safe than the ground below.
The sudden return of thought and memory was a shock, as was the dawning realization that he was truly alive… in some way. His senses were a little different and it took a little while to fully sort things out. He had chosen a form… a wisp. A ball of magic and light… with a hairless tribble at the center. Yup. That was real. That was him. He could see… and hear… and feel… and he knew things… magic… simple but he knew it. He wasn’t particularly hungry or thirsty, but those were a part of his awareness. So, he watched and listened and thought for his first few conscious hours.
His next course of action was to survive. Food and safety, power and awareness, stealth and defense. Femus spent his first two days practicing his ambush hunting method and developing his skills. One of the first things he achieved was killing a small slime that had hidden itself in a hole in a tree. He saw it kill a pixie and took advantage of knowing its location to simply fire mana orbs into its hole, eating a blue flower that he had with him in the process. He spent much of his time hunting hunters. When one creature would kill another, he would take advantage to strike the weakened or exposed hunter. True, he didn’t kill many creatures this way but he also got a lot of practice dodging around trees and hiding behind leaves or in holes to elude pursuers for a couple days.
After he became a little more capable, and he wasn’t having too much trouble getting food and water, he proceeded to use his time between hunts for meditation. Part of his meditation was devoted to the concept of the system itself and figuring out a working theory of how it worked and how he could use it to his advantage. Interestingly, it was during one of these meditations that he gained a level for the first time. That was an eye opener. The menu interface showed him that there was a progressive point progression for specific skills that he had practiced. There was a lot of potential there but he calmed his rising excitement and placed his points carefully, several of them went to gaining his first level of meditation.
The next three days were busy, his meditation focused on trying to accelerate both his ability to regenerate mana and increase his capacity for it. He also began trying to replicate spells that other creatures used and even dabbled in trying to manipulate some kind of elemental attribute. A world like this one was almost certain to use elements as fundamental components and he had seen several times when creatures were attacked by goblins with burning sticks, usually slimes that wandered near the path at an unfortunate time. Femus also gained two more levels during this time.
He also tried to move soil up to one of the trees, trying to make a narrow flower garden in a hole in a tree to test whether or not the blue flowers needed sunlight or if they were not so mundane in their needs. Unfortunately, transporting the soil proved very difficult and slow and he stopped trying for the time being.
So it was that on the morning of his fifth day after regaining his consciousness, he hadn’t actually become that much stronger. But, he had survived and come to a greater theoretical understanding of himself, magic, the Demon King, the System, and the world around him. It was time to put his understanding and theory to the test and truly begin to build his strength.
Breeze. Light. Dark. Chill. Warmth. Color. Danger. Safety. Weakness. Strength. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since that terribly clear moment of contact with the Demon King. What he knew was that the area was familiar, the blue flower that he was resting on was familiar… and food. The vines that climbed the tree where he was resting were strong and felt more safe than the ground below.
The sudden return of thought and memory was a shock, as was the dawning realization that he was truly alive… in some way. His senses were a little different and it took a little while to fully sort things out. He had chosen a form… a wisp. A ball of magic and light… with a hairless tribble at the center. Yup. That was real. That was him. He could see… and hear… and feel… and he knew things… magic… simple but he knew it. He wasn’t particularly hungry or thirsty, but those were a part of his awareness. So, he watched and listened and thought for his first few conscious hours.
His next course of action was to survive. Food and safety, power and awareness, stealth and defense. Femus spent his first two days practicing his ambush hunting method and developing his skills. One of the first things he achieved was killing a small slime that had hidden itself in a hole in a tree. He saw it kill a pixie and took advantage of knowing its location to simply fire mana orbs into its hole, eating a blue flower that he had with him in the process. He spent much of his time hunting hunters. When one creature would kill another, he would take advantage to strike the weakened or exposed hunter. True, he didn’t kill many creatures this way but he also got a lot of practice dodging around trees and hiding behind leaves or in holes to elude pursuers for a couple days.
After he became a little more capable, and he wasn’t having too much trouble getting food and water, he proceeded to use his time between hunts for meditation. Part of his meditation was devoted to the concept of the system itself and figuring out a working theory of how it worked and how he could use it to his advantage. Interestingly, it was during one of these meditations that he gained a level for the first time. That was an eye opener. The menu interface showed him that there was a progressive point progression for specific skills that he had practiced. There was a lot of potential there but he calmed his rising excitement and placed his points carefully, several of them went to gaining his first level of meditation.
The next three days were busy, his meditation focused on trying to accelerate both his ability to regenerate mana and increase his capacity for it. He also began trying to replicate spells that other creatures used and even dabbled in trying to manipulate some kind of elemental attribute. A world like this one was almost certain to use elements as fundamental components and he had seen several times when creatures were attacked by goblins with burning sticks, usually slimes that wandered near the path at an unfortunate time. Femus also gained two more levels during this time.
He also tried to move soil up to one of the trees, trying to make a narrow flower garden in a hole in a tree to test whether or not the blue flowers needed sunlight or if they were not so mundane in their needs. Unfortunately, transporting the soil proved very difficult and slow and he stopped trying for the time being.
So it was that on the morning of his fifth day after regaining his consciousness, he hadn’t actually become that much stronger. But, he had survived and come to a greater theoretical understanding of himself, magic, the Demon King, the System, and the world around him. It was time to put his understanding and theory to the test and truly begin to build his strength.
Abilities:
Level: 4
Mana Orb 2.0 Species Skill/Ambush hunting
Lesser Force 1.0 Species Skill
Levitation 1.0 Species Skill
Meditate 1.0 Waiting for the right opportunity
Shield 0.1 Observing Pixies
Suppress Presence 0.1 Ambush hunting/avoiding detection
Alert 0.2 Ambush hunting/situational awareness
Faster 0.2 Ambush hunting/win fast or run faster
Harder 0.1 Bumping into things… hard… while running away
Soil Manipulation 0.1 Experimenting with elemental properties
Transformations:
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Yep, looks good, put him in the IC! Let's see how long it takes our Young Master to cultivate to the Peak of Mana Foundation!
Yep, looks good, put him in the IC! Let's see how long it takes our Young Master to cultivate to the Peak of Mana Foundation!
How interesting, that in such a technologically advanced world with no magic, there are still pockets of savagery like this. Almost makes me wonder if your world's Humans have a little bit of Orc in them. Or Demon. Yet these lands of sand aren't cursed, they didn't "magically" become hellholes like these for no good reason, now did they? No, for good and bad, for evil and for justice, these lands are what their people make of them. And these people are what they choose to be, whether it be backwards barbarians or naive fools who defend and enable that barbarism.
Caught between two sides, what kind of person will you be? I can't wait to find out.
Skill Gain: Monster Analysis I (1.0)!
As a butcher, you dissected many forms of animal and gained knowledge and experience with their anatomy. With this skill, gain basic biological information about any Monster or similar creature. [Past Life Skill]
Level Growth: At some point when you leveled, your Max MP increased! ["His meditation focused on trying to accelerate his ability to regenerate mana and increase his capacity."]
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Can I give applying a shot? Or would it be futile given the limited slots?
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Not as many of the mentioned people have replied yet, and it seems some of them haven't been on the site for a long time. So for right now, I don't suppose it would hurt to let you put in an app. Are you familiar with the RP and its conventions, etc?
Not as many of the mentioned people have replied yet, and it seems some of them haven't been on the site for a long time. So for right now, I don't suppose it would hurt to let you put in an app. Are you familiar with the RP and its conventions, etc?
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@Zeroth A wee bit. I've been reading some posts from time to time during the earlier months of the RP. Some about crispy, the bug bear, the near killing of a wisp, and the transformation of the cave. But the recent events aren't as clear.
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@Vinsmoke Goji
Knowing the whole "plot" isn't a big issue since, in the grand scheme of things, the big "narrative" right now is just surviving. What I mean is more along the lines of, are you familiar with any of the influences and staples of the RP, things like the Isekai/Reincarnation genre, JRPG tropes and cliches, Dragon Quest, monster raising games that aren't just Pokemon, and so on and so forth? Do you have any idea what kind of character you'd like to make, what their goals would be, etc?
Knowing the whole "plot" isn't a big issue since, in the grand scheme of things, the big "narrative" right now is just surviving. What I mean is more along the lines of, are you familiar with any of the influences and staples of the RP, things like the Isekai/Reincarnation genre, JRPG tropes and cliches, Dragon Quest, monster raising games that aren't just Pokemon, and so on and so forth? Do you have any idea what kind of character you'd like to make, what their goals would be, etc?
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@Zeroth Knowing the whole "plot" isn't a big issue since, in the grand scheme of things, the big "narrative" right now is just surviving. That's a relief to hear.
What I mean is more along the lines of, are you familiar with any of the influences and staples of the RP, things like the Isekai/Reincarnation genre, JRPG tropes and cliches, Dragon Quest, monster raising games that aren't just Pokemon, and so on and so forth? I'd like to believe that I'm familiar. I've consumed my fair share of isekai manga, manwha, wuxia, light novels, and anime. Played a few JRPGs and Dragon Quest. Aside from Pokemon and Pokemon Clones, I guess Monster Rancher, and Digimon.
Do you have any idea what kind of character you'd like to make, what their goals would be, etc? I've got an idea of the character trope I'll be going with and short term goals. Kinda hard to establish long term goals for now.
What I mean is more along the lines of, are you familiar with any of the influences and staples of the RP, things like the Isekai/Reincarnation genre, JRPG tropes and cliches, Dragon Quest, monster raising games that aren't just Pokemon, and so on and so forth? I'd like to believe that I'm familiar. I've consumed my fair share of isekai manga, manwha, wuxia, light novels, and anime. Played a few JRPGs and Dragon Quest. Aside from Pokemon and Pokemon Clones, I guess Monster Rancher, and Digimon.
Do you have any idea what kind of character you'd like to make, what their goals would be, etc? I've got an idea of the character trope I'll be going with and short term goals. Kinda hard to establish long term goals for now.
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That'll work. Feel free to submit an app, we'll see what happens from there.
That'll work. Feel free to submit an app, we'll see what happens from there.
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Gender:
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Past Life:
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Abilities:
Level: 4
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Satoshi Nakata
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Gender:
Male
Species:
Goblin
Appearance:
Sato’s physique is relatively that of a typical goblin albeit a few notable aesthetic peculiarities. He has no hair, completely white eyes, a single lower tooth the sticks out his mouth, light green skin, multiple scars around his body, and more muscle bulk and definition.
Goals:
Despite having his memories, Sato's demeanor is mostly predominated by the urges of his new body. Once he evolves and becomes more human-like (hopefully), he'll hope to learn more about the world he's in and will decide from there what his next plans are going to be. At present, Sato just wants to eat and become stronger.
Past Life:
At first glance, Sato was your average blue-collar youth who was doing what he could just to get by. Being a high school dropout in his mid-twenties, Sato currently juggles several odd jobs with most being tedious and menial tasks in construction, food service, and zoo keeping. The financial rut Sato was in did not bother him given his simple and non-materialistic lifestyle. However, in the community he lived in, it was an open secret that he was the person everyone went to when they had a problem that required some physical intervention. Although he received compensation for his "services", be it monetary or in the form of a favor, what motivated Sato to take on these sort of requests was the excitement that came with them.
Unfortunately, he met his untimely end by somehow managing to choke on a mouth full of raspberries, cherries, and peaches, while trying to make a smoothie in his own mouth.
Fortunately, it was a tasty, tasty death.
Unfortunately, he met his untimely end by somehow managing to choke on a mouth full of raspberries, cherries, and peaches, while trying to make a smoothie in his own mouth.
Fortunately, it was a tasty, tasty death.
New History:
As a human, Sato was determined, head-strong, simple, and often disrespectful. As a goblin, he was practically the same. He found himself amongst a tribe (or whatever the proper term is) of goblins. Sato's first day was spent fumbling and falling over as he slowly grew accustomed to his new body. Despite the scornful laughter and contemptuous snickering from his peers, Sato continued to persevere. Although well aware of the fact that he was a human trapped in a goblin's body, Sato's apparent motivation wasn't something that stemmed from his previous life nor was it brought about by his curious and thrill-seeking nature. It was something more primitive; it was in fact something primal. His belly growled as his appetite grew more ravenous. Hunger was his main driving force.
Days had passed and Sato, as always, was finally up and about. He was energetic, dynamic, and ever moving, never still for far too long; it was as if he couldn't. During this period, both his innate resourcefulness and habit of trusting his gut instincts allowed him to make a bit of a name. What appeared to be recklessness and overconfidence, was Sato's own way of establishing himself as an individual, separating himself from the rest of his kind. Embracing the rowdiness that was common to goblins, Sato would often start squabbles and disputes with those around him, often over food or simply wanting to prove his strength. Over the course of a few days, along with a good number of defeats, Sato has emerged triumphant on several occasions. Most involved him trying to overpower his opponent through sheer strength, or a crushing blow be it a headbutt, a knee or elbow strike, a stomp, or a mighty swing of tree branches he's gained the habit of lugging around.
Aside from the fun and excitement that came from these bouts, Sato had more to gain. He realized early that among their kind, what their leaders had and the rest had feared, was power. Sato wanted the same thing, but he knew he had a long road ahead of him.
Days had passed and Sato, as always, was finally up and about. He was energetic, dynamic, and ever moving, never still for far too long; it was as if he couldn't. During this period, both his innate resourcefulness and habit of trusting his gut instincts allowed him to make a bit of a name. What appeared to be recklessness and overconfidence, was Sato's own way of establishing himself as an individual, separating himself from the rest of his kind. Embracing the rowdiness that was common to goblins, Sato would often start squabbles and disputes with those around him, often over food or simply wanting to prove his strength. Over the course of a few days, along with a good number of defeats, Sato has emerged triumphant on several occasions. Most involved him trying to overpower his opponent through sheer strength, or a crushing blow be it a headbutt, a knee or elbow strike, a stomp, or a mighty swing of tree branches he's gained the habit of lugging around.
Aside from the fun and excitement that came from these bouts, Sato had more to gain. He realized early that among their kind, what their leaders had and the rest had feared, was power. Sato wanted the same thing, but he knew he had a long road ahead of him.
Abilities:
Use Light Equipment I (1.0)
Stronger I (1.0)
Iron Gullet I (1.0)
Harder (0.5)
Faster (0.5)
Smash (0.5)
Stronger I (1.0)
Iron Gullet I (1.0)
Harder (0.5)
Faster (0.5)
Smash (0.5)
Level: 4
- Level Growth: Stamina Up!: At some point during your leveling, your Max Stamina increased!
Transformations:
Goblin
Inventory:
Wooden Club/Tree Branch
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@RC3
Hey there, nice to meet you. We still haven't had a lot of previously mentioned folks show up so I don't mind accepting a few more people, but I'd still rather it not be considered a true "reopening" of applications, for anyone else reading at the moment. As for your App, it looks good! Once you take the following into account, you can add Sato to the IC!
Something else to take note of: Since Sato has been growing so quickly and is stronger than a normal goblin, he has been noticed by the upper ranks of the tribe. The Hobgoblin Boss and the Redcap second-in-command, as well as the three "captains" within the tribe. The captains, especially, are beginning to feel threatened by his presence and may take steps to either make themselves stronger, or keep him under their thumb. One particular captain, whom you'll meet once you start posting, is very similar to Sato--a bigger goblin than usual, with longer, rougher black hair on his head and even his chest and forearms, this captain uses pure brute force and intimidation to keep the goblins under his command in line. Up until reaching Level 4, any time Sato competed with this burly goblin would have resulted in a loss. Arm wrestling, regular wrestling, pick-up-rocks, punch-say-ow, etc.
Hey there, nice to meet you. We still haven't had a lot of previously mentioned folks show up so I don't mind accepting a few more people, but I'd still rather it not be considered a true "reopening" of applications, for anyone else reading at the moment. As for your App, it looks good! Once you take the following into account, you can add Sato to the IC!
You are the second person I've met thus far from the "Jay-pans," yet neither one of you have died the way all those stories told me you were supposed to. I desire to meet this murderous monstrosity known as "Truck-kun." I suspect he would make an excellent addition to my Dark Generals.
Skill Gain: Iron Gullet I (1.0)!
You gain the ability to eat the majority of "normal (relative)" foodstuffs even if your size, teeth, or other factors would have made this difficult. You also don't suffer nausea or other side effects of bad tastes. You have a lower chance of being damaged or placed under status effects when eating tainted foods. You may swallow small non-edibles without issue, but you gain no nutritional value. [Past Life Skill]
Level Growth: Stamina Up!
At some point during your leveling, your Max Stamina increased! [General description of life as a goblin]
Something else to take note of: Since Sato has been growing so quickly and is stronger than a normal goblin, he has been noticed by the upper ranks of the tribe. The Hobgoblin Boss and the Redcap second-in-command, as well as the three "captains" within the tribe. The captains, especially, are beginning to feel threatened by his presence and may take steps to either make themselves stronger, or keep him under their thumb. One particular captain, whom you'll meet once you start posting, is very similar to Sato--a bigger goblin than usual, with longer, rougher black hair on his head and even his chest and forearms, this captain uses pure brute force and intimidation to keep the goblins under his command in line. Up until reaching Level 4, any time Sato competed with this burly goblin would have resulted in a loss. Arm wrestling, regular wrestling, pick-up-rocks, punch-say-ow, etc.
@Zeroth Gotcha. But it wasn't Truck-kun who did Sato in. It was Strawberry-chan, Cherry-chan, and Peach-chan.
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@RC3 That's why the Demon King said "you didn't die the way they told me you're supposed to" XD
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@Gardevoiran boy, Oberon sure would love to analyse *everything* you just found.
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