AluminumDude

Dragon's Mask

<sub>"You're in Compass District One, which a lot like a clock without the ticking and with a lot more rabbits. Before you can see the rest of the District, though, you'll have to get out of here first! But hang on, you have something on your face."

Howl reached up and batted at Chris' glasses with a soft dark paw.</sub>

Chris's expression slightly lifted, as the cat began prodding his glasses. He decided to play along. "Oh wow! When did those get there? Lemme put those away..." He brushed his hands along his coat again, but into the opposite pocket, and he pulled out a long black cylindrical device. He pried it open, and removed his glasses, storing them in there. Once inside, he gently closed the case, resting it in his coat once more. It did affect his vision, but only a little. Christopher slowly slid the cat off of his legs so he could stand. "So, cat, how do we get out of here? Is there some kind of door or lever anywhere nearby? Maybe those puzzle games will actually help?
Chris gave the room another brief examination. He gently moved the pillows on the floor into an empty corner, taking caution to examine the walls intricate patterns. Chris however, didn't find anything impressive on the walls, much to his dismay. He was afraid of touching the water, in case it suddenly flooded the room he was in. Chris could swim yeah, but he definitely wouldn't rely upon it.

NECROSIS - Sci fi Horror Survival RP 18+

Hey, this seems like a really cool idea! Count me in for any plans.

Dragon's Mask

Chris had been walking to school listening to music on his phone. He was taking a more scenic route to his destination, a small little street. The leaves had been budding, and Denver was fading into a scenic spring. His song stopped, and he pulled his phone out of his jacket. It got caught on the lining, and the headphones fell out. He slowed down, still walking, and carefully navigated the cord into the audio jack and tripped over that piece of sidewalk. He quickly stuck out his right foot to catch himself, except he couldn't find his footing. Chris braced for the inevitable impact, closing his eyes, but nothing happened. he opened his eyes, and found himself in a sea of darkness, with air rushing past. He shoved his phone in his coat pocket and panicked. He flung out his arms and legs in a skydivers position to slow his descent. It didn't help. Chris panicked, as his vision started failing him. He went limp, as his body fell further and further.

Chris was jolted awake by a sudden impact, but there was no pain. He had landed in a world of blue red and green, and his breathing was strained. He pushed with all his might, and flew upwards. He found himself looking down at the pillows he had landed face first in. The pillows were damp, and surrounded with copper, like the rest of the room he was in. Except the ceiling, what?! The ceiling seemed to be made of a watery substance. He was about to start panicking, when he heard a voice behind him. "Are you okay? That was a big fall! Welcome to Compass District One, visitor! I'm Howl. What's your name?" The boy whipped around to face the sound, finding a cat like creature, well, just a cat. Except it talked so it couldn't be one... or could it? He almost forgot the question, and rushed out his answer "C-Christopher.. but uh, everyone calls me Chris? Where am I again? some clock district?"

Marchand (Dead)

Wow, the concept of this is... amazing! So much thought was put into this. I'm already in love. Normally I make just one character so I can flesh them out, but wow I kinda want to make two. I'll stick with one for now though.

Full Name:
Aaron Heruscir (Hair-Ooo-Sea-r)
Nicknames/Aliases:
Aaron, Curly
Age:
15 Years and 11 Months
Gender:
Male
Primary:
Pyromancy
Student of Pyromancy?
is this what you meant by that or..?
Secondaries of Interest
Weapon infusement, Blood Magic
Description:
Aaron has curled red hair that stretches down his neck, but not past his shoulders. He keeps his bangs relatively short to keep his vision clear. He is moderately tall, reaching about 5'10", and he is built moderately, although he is a bit on the skinny side. His eyes are a light green, His skin is pale, and he has some freckles above his cheeks and nose. Aaron is fairly pale and wears a red robe with black lining into combat, to match his hair and his primary of course. When not in battle he wears his tan tunic and slightly darker leggings with splendor. His tunic is laden with many stains of various drinks and foods, since he doesn't really care about sanitation or other's feelings towards him. He has a small scar at the base of his index finger on his left hand, where he accidentally cut himself.
Personality:
Aaron likes to think he's a clever funny guy. He likes to tell horrid jokes, and try to break systems. Not like destroying things, but finding little intricacies to get around various things, like the VPN blocker he has on his phone, which he always carries with him. Aaron is usually upbeat, walking around with a strut in his step, he doesn't like to be serious, it reminds him of the stern family meetings he had when he was younger, and those terrified him! Aaron tries to help anyone in need, both for their sake, and to affirm himself of his skills, as having come from a prodigious family, he always gets nervous when the topic of his mediocre magic comes up. He was also very used to having some maid after his every whim and service, hence his disregard for courtesy and cleanliness. All in all, Aaron seems pretty nasty at first approach, but Aaron likes to believe you'll come to like him after a while. Aaron's scared of letting down his family, and that's what drives him the most above all else.

Skills:
Aaron's talents don't compare much to his father, who is deemed by some to be a legend. Aaron does know how to light a candle by snapping his fingers, and he can make his index finger catch on fire, with some pain, but he'll never tell anyone that it took him years to figure it out. He can also hack into certain software, assuming he has his trusty "master drive" A little pink thumb drive he carries in his clothes. it can store 16 Gigs, and has a lot of games and software on it.
Weaknesses:
Aaron is constantly afraid of being compared weak to other magic users, and constantly tries to seem better than others. His self esteem can be greatly hurt if he's made fun of or embarrassed. Aaron is a terrible swimmer and really can't ride a bike all too well. Despite all this, Aaron holds the Heruscir family name high, and gets aggravated when someone mentions it. Aaron isn't too strong, but he is nimble and quick. Granted, that doesn't help you in arm wrestle.

Brief History:
Aaron is the youngest of 4 siblings, and the only boy. He was born to be a successor to his father, and still is to some extent. His oldest sister Minerva was meant to join a defense force, but was kept at home due to her magical might. When he was seven, Aaron was diagnosed with a disease that ravaged his body, making him much more pale, and atrophying his muscles. Aaron took a long time to recover, and by the time he was fit to go outside again, his youngest sister had died. No-body told him why, so he asked one of his closest friends to help investigate. They formed the "Magical Adventurers Searching for Secrets' Or MASS. This group spiraled into a small network of close-knit friends who would always help each other out. When he was thirteen, he developed a crush on a woman from another important family. Aaron told his father and he forbade it. Being an angsty teen, he confessed anyways, and within a day they were a couple. The girl mysteriously vanished a few days later, much to Aaron's dismay. He suspected his father was up to it. MASS worked together, and found out that Aaron's father had indeed bribed the other family to have Aaron be dumped. Aaron was furious, and attacked his father in a rage. His father merely held out his hand and fire flew from his hands, burning Aaron's left arm. He spent weeks recovering and secretly training his pyromancy. Much to his dismay, he couldn't get anything to work! He stayed silent at dinner, and when he was finished eating, would immediately head to his room to start training again. A couple years later, close to his 16th birthday, Aaron was told he was being sent to a new school to hone his magic. Aaron was amazed. he started packing as soon as the words left his mother's mouth. He was ready to best his father.

Other:
I can't seem to get the size modifiers working, maybe I'm too new at this? Anyways, I hope the bold will make it better?

Dragon's Mask

Name:
Christopher "Chris" David Dumont
Age:
13 Years and 7 months
Hometown:
Denver, Colorado.
Description:
Christopher Dumont is a fairly small child for his age, he's only 5'1" and it's a bit of a nerve for him. He is caucasian, and his hair is almond brown, extending down to his neck at the longest. It's both straight most of the time, but curls after grooming. He also has hazel eyes. He wears small black glasses with a light prescription, and he loves them. He's not very strong. He gets worn out quickly, and has a difficult time with dexterous tasks. His lips and nails are scarred from rampant biting when he gets nervous, but he never tries to hurt himself. His face is round,and he has specks of acne across his nose.
Personality:Chris's personality seems to shift often, depending on who is around him. When he's alone, he spends most of his time in his thoughts thinking, and his voice is deeper. He seems to take on a more mature vibe. However when He's with friends, he's more excitable, and a lot less mature, or so it would seem to others. This comes with the benefit of seeming immature and happy, which is never good when he wants to assume a leader-like position. He would like to seem like he is okay, but it worries him that any friends he makes will abandon him. When he's with friends he likes to make lame puns, and only takes a serious attitude when they seem to be having troubles. He never lets others into his internal strife, a little bit of pride and fear go a long way after all. Sometimes it gets too much, and Chris takes it all out in a rage. However Chris really wants to be happy, and he's trying his hardest. He likes to be with friends, and he most of all wants to help them.
History:
Chris is the second youngest child of his mother, who had 5 children. He only speaks to one, his oldest sister whom he lives with. He also lives with his Father, Daniel Dumont. Their mother left at around the age of seven. His sister moved in when he was ten, and has lived with them ever since. Chris attends school in Denver, and gets decent grades. He's smart for sure, but he procrastinates and doesn't try too hard. He was pretty happy until his dad lost his job. Then got a head injury, and then diabetes. It was a tough few years, and it still is for him. That was when Chris was at his lowest, having to take care of his dad, and making sure they had enough money to eat. Then... one day when walking the lonely route to the bus to school. He fell.

Dragon's Mask

Bet you weren't expecting a reply so fast huh? Well Surprise! If this is a bit too somber for this, just lemme know.

Name:
Christopher "Chris" David Dumont
Age:
13 Years and 7 months
Hometown:
Denver, Colorado.
Description:
Christopher Dumont is a fairly small child for his age, he's only 5'1" and it's a bit of a nerve for him. He is caucasian, and his hair is almond brown, extending down to his neck at the longest. It's both straight most of the time, but curls after grooming. He also has hazel eyes. He wears small black glasses with a light prescription, and he loves them. He's not very strong. He gets worn out quickly, and has a difficult time with dexterous tasks. His lips and nails are scarred from rampant biting when he gets nervous, but he never tries to hurt himself. His face is round,and he has specks of acne across his nose.
Personality:
Chris's personality seems to shift often, depending on who is around him. When he's alone, he spends most of his time in his thoughts thinking, and his voice is deeper. He seems to take on a more mature vibe. However when He's with friends, he's more excitable, and a lot less mature, or so it would seem to others. This comes with the benefit of seeming immature and happy, which is never good when he wants to assume a leader-like position. He would like to seem like he is okay, but it worries him that any friends he makes will abandon him. When he's with friends he likes to make lame puns, and only takes a serious attitude when they seem to be having troubles. He never lets others into his internal strife, a little bit of pride and fear go a long way after all. Sometimes it gets too much, and Chris takes it all out in a rage. However Chris really wants to be happy, and he's trying his hardest. He likes to be with friends, and he most of all wants to help them.
History:
Chris is the second youngest child of his mother, who had 5 children. He only speaks to one, his oldest sister whom he lives with. He also lives with his Father, Daniel Dumont. Their mother left at around the age of seven. His sister moved in when he was ten, and has lived with them ever since. Chris attends school in Denver, and gets decent grades. He's smart for sure, but he procrastinates and doesn't try too hard. He was pretty happy until his dad lost his job. Then got a head injury, and then diabetes. It was a tough few years, and it still is for him. That was when Chris was at his lowest, having to take care of his dad, and making sure they had enough money to eat. Then... one day when walking the lonely route to the bus to school. He fell.

Camp Wachata: Summer Fun For Everyone!

@Mr Allen J Sure, we can do that.

Camp Wachata: Summer Fun For Everyone!

Markus turned to the boy who had called out to him, a little confused. He was Asian, and he was pretty tall for being one. He gave off an aura of either confidence or cockyness, and he wasn't sure which. This relaxed Markus, though he felt a little small in comparison. He had thought everyone would be claiming cabins by now, but then again, look at him. He nonchalantly slipped some chocolate into his mouth. "Ah, yeah, I'm new here at camp Wachata. I got here a few minutes ago." Markus said this a bit down, and that wasn't the way he wanted the conversation to start. So in a more happy voice that seemed quite forced, he spoke again. "So uh, what's your name? I'm Markus Roe, a pleasure to meet you." He scratched at his leg as he looked at the man, fingering the pack of chocolates hidden in his largest pocket.

Fire Emblem: Abyss (Open)

Hey, if anyone wanted Markus to have told their fortune on the ship, let me know.

Fire Emblem: Abyss (Open)

Markus Grey

On the Boat

Markus was a little sad that they had to stop at the island, he really enjoyed being on the water and talking to people. Granted, those people were probably upset at him, because he had let his wyvern Clementine be free while on the ship, so throughout the voyage, the ship seemed to shake somewhat frequently. This was rather bad when you had a good drink in your hand, and Clementine came back from one of her flights. Markus felt a little embarrassed about all the spilt drinks that were all his fault, but he knew it was only a matter of time until he could prove his worth in combat.

He felt he did a decent enough job making up for the blunders that he had made, with the food he had crafted on the ship's very small kitchen. It wasn't much of a kitchen, but he made it one. Knives were laid nice on sacks of grain, he rested pots in the small area where he could light a fire without the risk of burning down the ship. He considered trying to take someone's weapons to use as a prop-up for a loaf of bread he was baking, but his axe worked well enough, discounting the small hole in the ship's hull. However, he couldn't help but think some of his supplies were going missing. It may have looked like a mess, but he made some good stew and steak during their voyage.

Markus did have one reason to be happy about the stop however, it let him get new supplies for cooking, which was of course a necessity when you had to feed a whole adventuring party. So, as soon as the boat would dock, he would be rushing down to the market, preferably with company. He was a pretty bad shopper when he was alone. Until then, he sat in his makeshift kitchen, practicing his fortune telling.