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If I mentioned Jack Slash, I'd have to mention every other character on par with him in awesomeness. I'm only going for the ones that have that extra layer of humanisation :P
My original concept for Yazuko was based off Cherish, except adapted to more closely fit the character and the setting. I noticed the similarities when I saw your power's name, but I wrote it off as a coincidence :P
My favourite character is Bonesaw, partially for the Panacea interlude and mostly for the interlude she gets to herself later on. After that, it would probably be some combination of Dragon, Marquis, Skitter herself and Parian - Miss Militia has some spectacular scenes, but we don't really see enough for me to rank her up there with the best (although she's certainly material). Grey Boy's also fairly awesome, just for the amount of shocked awe and profanity that comes with his reveal :P
My favourite character is Bonesaw, partially for the Panacea interlude and mostly for the interlude she gets to herself later on. After that, it would probably be some combination of Dragon, Marquis, Skitter herself and Parian - Miss Militia has some spectacular scenes, but we don't really see enough for me to rank her up there with the best (although she's certainly material). Grey Boy's also fairly awesome, just for the amount of shocked awe and profanity that comes with his reveal :P
I'm actually setting up a private Wormverse campaign set in Boston atm - it's just such a beautiful setting to work with ^_^ Which characters would you say are your favourites?
Minder said
... do I spot another Worm fan? 8D
Don't spoil it for Sickle-Cell - he's only just got past the S9 arc :P
And I wasn't sure if the 'have ideas' was a request or not - I figured some nicely-worded ideas couldn't do any harm either way.
I have a couple of picture-based suggestions that you could check out - I'm just throwing out a bunch of NPCs that I'd be interested to see, so feel free to cherry-pick from them.
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chukklehed said
I desire a hug
I don't see any reason why not :P
*friendly glomp*
Carmel
In every direction that she could perceive, the world folded. A myriad of shapes twisted and coiled around her, each bursting outwards and folding back into itself like an ocean of tesseracts. An ever-changing, incomprehensible tableau of what was, what is and everything that it could become.
It’s… beautiful.
Wading through the cascade of protean images, Carmel grasped for something, anything to anchor her. It felt like wading through treacle, pushing against a viscous that fought and pushed back. Fluids that tugged at her body like quicksand, sucking her inexorably towards its depths. As her vision swam, eyes screaming in protest against the unravelling chaos, her outstretched hand caught on something alien. Something incomprehensible. Something solid. And all at once, the myriad of possibilities folded inwards into a single, concrete certainty.
The world hardened.
Roaring in surprise, the man staggered backwards, colour draining from his face as he stared open-mouthed at her. Returning his stare, Carmel felt a wave of disgust and nausea swelling in her stomach. Not this one. Especially not this one. Glancing around and down, she saw her child - her Doll Master - lying sprawled across the floor. For a split second, their eyes locked and something deep inside her chest began to flutter. This one. The moment was shattered as the man charged, screaming incoherently as he brandished his knife. Anger flaring inside her, Carmel stepped between the man and her Doll Master, planting a forehand chop directly into the assailant’s chest. The man flew just under a foot before crashing roughly to the ground.
Beneath her feet, she could feel the shapes unfolding; an endless array of geometric structures that grew clearer and more vivid by the second. As the man struggled to regain his footing, Carmel grasped at a single image - a single strand of possibility - and pulled. A tide of concrete rushed upwards before her, shielding her Doll Master from further assaults and tripping the assailant as the concrete slipped beneath his feet. She could feel the low-level strain of maintaining the structure throughout her body, like a rubber band held taught by her every nerve and figure. With a grunt, she shifted her grasp and tugged at the ground beneath the assailant, drawing it down around him like a sinkhole. Stay away from my Master.
In every direction that she could perceive, the world folded. A myriad of shapes twisted and coiled around her, each bursting outwards and folding back into itself like an ocean of tesseracts. An ever-changing, incomprehensible tableau of what was, what is and everything that it could become.
It’s… beautiful.
Wading through the cascade of protean images, Carmel grasped for something, anything to anchor her. It felt like wading through treacle, pushing against a viscous that fought and pushed back. Fluids that tugged at her body like quicksand, sucking her inexorably towards its depths. As her vision swam, eyes screaming in protest against the unravelling chaos, her outstretched hand caught on something alien. Something incomprehensible. Something solid. And all at once, the myriad of possibilities folded inwards into a single, concrete certainty.
The world hardened.
Roaring in surprise, the man staggered backwards, colour draining from his face as he stared open-mouthed at her. Returning his stare, Carmel felt a wave of disgust and nausea swelling in her stomach. Not this one. Especially not this one. Glancing around and down, she saw her child - her Doll Master - lying sprawled across the floor. For a split second, their eyes locked and something deep inside her chest began to flutter. This one. The moment was shattered as the man charged, screaming incoherently as he brandished his knife. Anger flaring inside her, Carmel stepped between the man and her Doll Master, planting a forehand chop directly into the assailant’s chest. The man flew just under a foot before crashing roughly to the ground.
Beneath her feet, she could feel the shapes unfolding; an endless array of geometric structures that grew clearer and more vivid by the second. As the man struggled to regain his footing, Carmel grasped at a single image - a single strand of possibility - and pulled. A tide of concrete rushed upwards before her, shielding her Doll Master from further assaults and tripping the assailant as the concrete slipped beneath his feet. She could feel the low-level strain of maintaining the structure throughout her body, like a rubber band held taught by her every nerve and figure. With a grunt, she shifted her grasp and tugged at the ground beneath the assailant, drawing it down around him like a sinkhole. Stay away from my Master.
Right, that's the double-post sorted out - I'll have a post up for Ezio/Carmel reasonably shortly.
Donovan/Sickle-Cell
The ball clattered loudly around the roulette wheel, hopping and skipping over every fret it touched. After an eternity of indecision, it fell to a rest at the black 27, provoking a wave of groans and raucous cheers from the assembled crowd.
“I bloody told you we should have gone for black,” cursed Donovan.
Sickle-Cell merely smirked into his champagne glass. “It’s not my wealth that I’m squandering, Gambler.”
Donovan watched sourly as the croupier cleared the table, glowering as his hard-earned chips were swept beneath the table. It wasn’t as though he expected to beat the house; poker was the game for professional gamblers and he’d already reached the house cap several hours ago. All he knew was that he could beat the house - on a winning streak like tonight, he almost deserved to. And as unjustified as it might be, he couldn’t help but feel cheated on a personal level every time that it didn’t happen.
Sickle-Cell simply lounged by the drinks table, surveying the casino with a languid curiosity. “Remind me,” he drawled, “Why are you so passionately eager to throw all your profits away?”
“You seemed to be enjoying it a few moments ago,” he retorted, throwing the Doll a suspicious glare.
In response, Sickle-Cell merely chuckled, sipping delicately from his glass. “That was a no-stakes wager for me, Gambler - I didn’t have anything to lose from it. Unlike you, although that won’t last long at the rate you’re going.”
As if. “I’ve already cashed half my earnings, as you seem so eager to overlook. Besides,” he grinned, rolling a chip dextrously across his knuckles. “I’ve still got everything left to gain.”
As a fresh tide of cheers marked the end of another spin, Donovan strode across to the table. Inhaling deeply, he allowed his gaze to roam freely across the table, stacking chips wherever his vision rested. Times like these called for a hefty dose of instinct. Half of his chips dropped onto Black 7, swiftly followed by another stack on Black 24. After a moment of intense deliberation, he caved in, committing the rest of his chips to Black 18 - stalling wouldn’t change the odds.
“Not even touching red?” Sickle-Cell sneered.
Donovan threw a jaunty grin over his shoulder. “The board whispers to me, insightful one. She tells me her secrets and her places of pleasure.”
With a heft from the croupier, the roulette wheel swept into motion. With little delay, the ball landed prompted in the Red 14 pocket - Sickle-Cell snorted under his breath.
“Ah, shut up.” Donovan glared vehemently at the wheel for several moments, then shrugged, tossing back the last of his champagne. Half of the night’s earnings sat comfortably in his coat’s inner pocket, while the rest he considered an investment into fortune - if his success at poker held true for another two or three nights, he could pay off the upcoming rent without even touching the money from his business endeavours. Although one coin was technically as good as any other (not that he really believed it), the notion had a satisfying ring to it.
Stepping out onto the streets, Donovan basked the ruby-tinged hues of the sunset. The house might have won the round, but I’ve already taken home the medal.
“A few more idiotic wagers like that,” Sickle-Cell noted sourly, “and you might as well set up shop in the gutters.”
Stifling his annoyance, he waved a dismissive hand. “It only takes one lucky break, Sickle-Cell - I always ride it out.”
“Unless your stupidity kills you first.”
This time, it was Donovan’s turn to snort. Sickle-Cell’s eyes narrowed viciously.
“You find that amusing?” he growled.
The ball clattered loudly around the roulette wheel, hopping and skipping over every fret it touched. After an eternity of indecision, it fell to a rest at the black 27, provoking a wave of groans and raucous cheers from the assembled crowd.
“I bloody told you we should have gone for black,” cursed Donovan.
Sickle-Cell merely smirked into his champagne glass. “It’s not my wealth that I’m squandering, Gambler.”
Donovan watched sourly as the croupier cleared the table, glowering as his hard-earned chips were swept beneath the table. It wasn’t as though he expected to beat the house; poker was the game for professional gamblers and he’d already reached the house cap several hours ago. All he knew was that he could beat the house - on a winning streak like tonight, he almost deserved to. And as unjustified as it might be, he couldn’t help but feel cheated on a personal level every time that it didn’t happen.
Sickle-Cell simply lounged by the drinks table, surveying the casino with a languid curiosity. “Remind me,” he drawled, “Why are you so passionately eager to throw all your profits away?”
“You seemed to be enjoying it a few moments ago,” he retorted, throwing the Doll a suspicious glare.
In response, Sickle-Cell merely chuckled, sipping delicately from his glass. “That was a no-stakes wager for me, Gambler - I didn’t have anything to lose from it. Unlike you, although that won’t last long at the rate you’re going.”
As if. “I’ve already cashed half my earnings, as you seem so eager to overlook. Besides,” he grinned, rolling a chip dextrously across his knuckles. “I’ve still got everything left to gain.”
As a fresh tide of cheers marked the end of another spin, Donovan strode across to the table. Inhaling deeply, he allowed his gaze to roam freely across the table, stacking chips wherever his vision rested. Times like these called for a hefty dose of instinct. Half of his chips dropped onto Black 7, swiftly followed by another stack on Black 24. After a moment of intense deliberation, he caved in, committing the rest of his chips to Black 18 - stalling wouldn’t change the odds.
“Not even touching red?” Sickle-Cell sneered.
Donovan threw a jaunty grin over his shoulder. “The board whispers to me, insightful one. She tells me her secrets and her places of pleasure.”
With a heft from the croupier, the roulette wheel swept into motion. With little delay, the ball landed prompted in the Red 14 pocket - Sickle-Cell snorted under his breath.
“Ah, shut up.” Donovan glared vehemently at the wheel for several moments, then shrugged, tossing back the last of his champagne. Half of the night’s earnings sat comfortably in his coat’s inner pocket, while the rest he considered an investment into fortune - if his success at poker held true for another two or three nights, he could pay off the upcoming rent without even touching the money from his business endeavours. Although one coin was technically as good as any other (not that he really believed it), the notion had a satisfying ring to it.
Stepping out onto the streets, Donovan basked the ruby-tinged hues of the sunset. The house might have won the round, but I’ve already taken home the medal.
“A few more idiotic wagers like that,” Sickle-Cell noted sourly, “and you might as well set up shop in the gutters.”
Stifling his annoyance, he waved a dismissive hand. “It only takes one lucky break, Sickle-Cell - I always ride it out.”
“Unless your stupidity kills you first.”
This time, it was Donovan’s turn to snort. Sickle-Cell’s eyes narrowed viciously.
“You find that amusing?” he growled.
Before the website crashes again, I'm just gonna say that I feel like a character from Fallout 3 :P
Just to confirm, our Doll Masters are also allowed to have bonded with their Dolls before the RP starts?
Just to confirm, our Doll Masters are also allowed to have bonded with their Dolls before the RP starts?
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