Ace of Jacks

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

I'm not sure where in Solider's Field you had in mind so I just went to the bar in front of the gondolas to Hall of Heros. Could make a good meeting place? The Vox have that secret armory hidden in the bathroom I think. Pretty spacious and since Mason is ex-Vox he could have gotten it for their use XD

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Tree Of The Cosmos

Neither is lilith. She's just winging it based on what she'd seen others do in similar situations n_n

How To Train Your Dragon

I'm always iffy about Free RPs but looking for something chill and...it's How to Train your Dragon so....

Bale and Phantom

Name
Bale Jorges

Appearance
Bale is a well-built young man who towers over his older siblings at 5’10”. He has short ruffled hair that holds a moderate shade of brown and pale green eyes. Fairly light-weight for his age and height. He has a rather skinny face with a few blemishes from past excursions. His wardrobe consists of two outfits, both worn out and rather tattered, and one set of typical battle gear. Though he wears shoes, he takes them off and ties them around his belt when riding his dragon. He enjoys the wind brush up against his feet.

Age
18

Gender
Male

Personality
Independent and adventurous, Bale isn't one to take much from a figure of authority to heart. Though rash, he doesn’t like to act out entirely irrational and will often think through a situation with logic. He’ll dive into adventure, risk his life for thrills, but he’ll do so in the most survivable way possible. Though stubborn, Bale believes that in order to gain respect he should carry himself in a more gentleman manner. His dragon’s well-being, in most cases, is his top priority and takes pride in the relationship he built with it.

Relationship
Eh, who needs em’?

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Dragon Appearance
Similar to this, Phantom has two large maneuverable scaled spikes that protrude between this neck and shoulders. Along with this, he possesses split spikes that allow him to better control his flight.

Dragon Name
Phantom

Dragon Type
Stealth Dragon

Dragon Gender
Male

Other
Phantom is often times weary of other humans aside from his rider, as well as other dragons. As a master of stealth, he is quite aware of hard others may try to conceal their true personalities and intentions. It will take some time for this dragon to warm up to a new face.
Phantom's true coat is a faded shade of crimson, his appendages tipped with a more dull, grayish scale of red, along with his wings. His eyes are a golden hue
Also, ummm...rawr, grrrr, erma durgern~~~ Fear me
Also his stats will be based on the the Changewing

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

A chill ran through Mason's body. Probably just a breeze, Mason figured. They were eating ice cream outside so it seemed plausible. Though, it wasn't a particularly chilly day.

"Are you cold, daddy?" a tiny voice asked. Mason smiled down at his little daughter and shook his head. "No," he told her, motioning her to hop off his lap so they could get up. He finished what was left of his cone and knelt down. His daughter carefully wrapped her free hand around her father's neck as he helped her adjust on his back. She wasn't heavy but it dawned on him that she may soon grow too old for piggy back rides. She was five now and was already growing to be quite independent. She won't want her dear old dad walking her around all the time. Until then, however, he would make use of the time he had before meeting up with Kennedy and the others. You only turn five once, anyway. He let her enjoy a few rides around Soldier's Field before deciding it was time to go. He started for his ex-wife's house, daughter in tow, stopping by a passing toy store so that she could pick out a present. Unsurprisingly, she picked out the largest Songbird plushie she could find. Mason carried it the rest of the way, listening to his daughter talk about how she would play with her new toy, having it free the Lamb and lock scary ol' Comstock in a cage atop the Monument. He couldn't help but feel proud.

After walking his daughter to her mothers, saying his 'happy birthdays', exchanging 'I love you's and 'goodbye's, and calling back to say "See you soon", Mason finally trekked back toward Soldier's Field, this time passing Crolean's Ice Cream Parlor. He pondered the occasion of his summoning, hoping that whatever it was it wouldn't take up too much of his day. Maybe someone had put up a reward to catch a suspicious dark-haired man lurking about the local primary school. He scoffed at the thought and made his way to The Fellow Traveler, a tavern located in Soldier's Field's lower portion. He often went here with his fellow Vox comrades after they had set up a small base of operations within the bar. He had come here before with his new cohorts after joining the Knights of Songbird to have a drink or two. He took a seat in the back of the bar and sipped at his Merlot, which he had purchased upon entering. Despite his scruffy appearance, Mason liked to drink classy.

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Lilith's ears leaned back against her head as her partner roared in fear.

'It'?

What was this 'it' this delirious Rhyhorn referred to, Lilith wondered. She lifted her head to face what exactly caused her new partner to react so unreasonably. She could see a few pokemon but from the look on the Rhyhorn's face it seemed he was staring directly as a Zorua. She walked around the Rhyhorn, trying to get a better look. There was something on its back, something shaking. No, there was someone on its back. It was a Honedge. Lilith had only encountered one once before. It was crazed, uncivilized. She could understand his fear...to an extent. Still, that Honedge was here most likely to join the guild, just as she had. It was nothing like the Honedge she fought in the wild. Lilith positioned herself in front of her partner, blocking his view of what she could have assumed was the source of his breakdown. She looked down at him with a concerning smile.

"Is...is that better?" she asked. It didn't seem like he would calm down and her lack of social skills left her feeling her attempts were all but futile. Arceus, what do I do? She glanced over her shoulder at the Furret, who was now right beside her, then the other guild members, her eyes nearly pleading for assistance. With a heavy sigh, Lilith returned to face her partner and bent down to his eye level. "My name is Lilith... Do you wanna go outside and take a breather?" she finally asked, trying to keep her tone soft and sweet. She couldn't speak for the Rhyhorn but whenever she found herself in an emotionally stressful situation all she wanted was to distance herself from people, if only for a moment. It allowed her to get her bearings together and relax without feeling smothered.

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Draexzhan said
You might want to at least tell Paige if her CS is accepted or not for the time being.

Came here to mention that :3

XxFellsingxX said
Don't you worry, I am determined to keep this RP alive!

That's good to hear :3 we need to get this going just a bit...

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

123, test......

EDIT: Okay good. Was worried Guild was acting up.... hopefully now my post will go through

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

Charlotte
“Do you want to be an angel, mister?” giggled the small girl as she inched closer to a cowering man before her. At her side, a bulky figure wearing modified diving gear advanced aggressively toward the bloodied man. As it approached, the creature emitted deep moans, communicating its harmful intentions.

“No, no, please,” begged the man, his eyes darting around the ruins of the bedroom.

A light chuckle slipped out of the little girl. “Silly,” the sound that came from her was both innocent and eerie, as if two people were speaking in unison. “It’s okay mister. It’s our turn to be it!” The girl continued forward, Mr. Bubbles stomping behind her. As she neared, the man found the corner of the bedroom, the shadow of the girl engulfing him around a crimson glow.

He held up his palms in front of his face defensively. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he cried, choking with fear. “I-I didn’t mean it! Look! Not even a scratch on ya!” All the while the child continued to giggle, her small, sinister sweet voice ringing in his ears.

The sound of a drill revving echoed from the small, confined room.

“No! PLEASE!”

“Are you scared?”

The man nodded profusely, frantically pushing his body up against the wall in a futile effort. In the background the revving grew louder and he could now see the Bid Daddy standing over the girl, it’s deep red glow showering down on him in a blinding light.

“Don’t worry, mister...soon…you won’t be.”

The light grew larger, drew closer. He could still hear her over the roar of the drill.
“Whaduy—FFFFAAAAAHHHHH--!!!” The tip of the drill punctured his stomach, churning its contents in a furious motion. The man could hardly spurt out another plea before its owner shoved the drill through his body. As his vision began to blur and his hearing deafened with a shrill ringing, he could still make out the small figure standing idly before him, laughing playfully. He managed to maintain consciousness a few seconds longer, crying out in agony, before his senses failed altogether and his body fell limp against the ceasing drill.
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Mr. Bubbles took a step back, allowing the lifeless body to fall to the ground with a thud. The red light illuminating the carcass transitioned into a light green as Charlotte slumped down beside the body. She impaled the body with a syringe, oblivious to the blood pooling beside her. “Tag!”
A small stream of blood puddled around her knees, its sticky warmth catching her attention.

“Hmp, Mr. B~~” she whined, looking up at her protector, “I can’t get the ADAM if it’s not inside the angels, silly.” Her Protector groaned in protest.

Charlotte drained the remaining ADAM from the corpse before pushing herself up on her feet and used her hands to wipe the traces of blood from her legs. She licked a bit off before dipping her hands in a dirty puddle. Looking around the sad, dimly lit remains of her bedroom, Charlotte couldn’t help a sigh escape her. This is where she grew up, she remembered. This is where her real father would tuck her in, kiss her goodnight, and greet her in the morning. That big, walking chunk of metal was not her father, nor could he imitate him. But still, she can’t help but attach herself to it. And she knew it felt the same. That woman’s plasmid may have reversed the conditioning, but she could still remember...still feel the bond between her Protector and herself.

A yawn emitted from Charlotte as she jumped on her rickety bed. The mattress was stiff and springy and the covers were torn and lightly damp but it would make due. She sat on the bed, her short legs dangling carelessly from the side. She pulled the nipple of the syringe up to her face and ingested its contents. A sense of calm fell over her as she lie on her side, syringe in hand, and pulled the cold, thin covers over herself.

“Dream time…Mr. B…” she murmured before drifting to sleep. She felt the rumble of her Protector as it positioned itself at the foot of her bed, letting out a low groan before leaving the slumbering girl to rest.

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Mason
As beautiful as it was, Columbia was no peaceful promise land. Every day Mason Flint felt disgusted by its façade. The city truly is beautiful and in it lies so much potential. But it’s all interrupted by the mind-numbing preaching that blares throughout the streets. Mason had made a habit of blocking out the righteous chatter that managed to escape the walls of the local house of worship. He never could understand how those self-holy old men could make their voices carry so far. Maybe they have the place wired with speakers the transmitted the preachings. Nonetheless, he had to endure it ever since it was built a few blocks from his apartment. With his fist nestled in the pockets of his coat, Mason continued toward the school yard. He could already hear the playful cries of the schoolchildren, the preaching barely dull in the background. He folded his arms and let them rest atop the metal fence.

In the distance, a small, brown haired girl stopped and waved at him. He couldn't help but wave back with a smile just as a woman caught his attention. She was eyeing him and immediately his expression dropped and he returned his hand to its previous position. He could feel himself blush as she quickly called the children into the building. Oh, God… he looked up just as the woman closed the door to the back of the schoolhouse, still keeping an eye on him as she shut the door. She probably thought I was a goddamned pedophile… He had only wanted to wait for his daughter to get out. Usually she would walk home with a friend so it was understandable that his face wasn't recognized. Today, however, was her birthday and he had promised to take her out for a treat after school. Glancing down at his watch, he realized he was fairly early and she wouldn't be out for another 10 minutes.
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The ice cream parlor on Soldier’s Bay Main Street was unusually crowded today. As his daughter ran to the display case to choose a flavor, silver eagles in hand, Mason sat at a table outside the parlor. In his hand was a flier that read "The Songbird flies where the soldiers fight. Join him in protecting Columbia."

“Dammit,” he glanced up into the store to find his daughter half-skipping toward him, an ice cream cone in both hands. “Today of all days, McIntire?” He let up a cheerful grin as his princess settled herself in his lamp. He crumpled the paper in his hand but not before she noticed.

“What’s that, daddy?” she asked curiously, taking her father’s free hand and closing his fingers around the base of the second cone.

“Nothing, sweetie,” he assured. “Daddy’s gotta go see some friends. I’ll call your mother to let her know you’re coming over.”

He could hear the disappointment in her tone as she uttered out a hesitant “Okay.”

Mason curled a half-hearted smile as he pushed the bottom of her cone slightly. She laughed, wiping the ice cream from her nose. Looking at her now, Mason’s smile grew and he remembered: this is why he left the Vox.

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

Ahhhh okay. I also like the way Songbird sounds. Its a nice word...

Mmm spooked me a bit but I got over it. The only scare that actually cause me to stop playing and just sit there to recover from was in Burial at Sea...it had to do with fucking Cohen...I love that dude though XD

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

I always felt sorry for him.. Well not at first but near the end. I love the poor dear n_n though from the trailers I did hope to fight him....

EDIT: Kraken...do you use a secondary account XD?