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Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

Peter Lao

Name: Peter Lao
Gender: Male
Age: 26
(Old world) Occupation: Lawyer
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Class: Sorceror

Equipment:
-Dadao: A Chinese Broadsword. Deadly enough to cut a man’s head off in one swing, but not all that unwieldy for the average person.
-Robes: They offer nothing more than a piece of cloth in terms of protection, but they are light and easy to move around in.

Appearance:


Magic specialty: Enchantment and Evocation
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Personality: A pessimist at heart, Peter has a tendency to expect the worst out of life. He will absolutely look a gift horse in the mouth, even if he’ll try to be discreet about it. His life experience has taught him not to expect much from others, and so he won’t without good reason. As far as doing something for others is concerned, he is certainly not above the idea. He will be cautious in any act of assistance, but he certainly won’t leave a wounded comrade lying somewhere out of paranoia. He doesn’t have much faith in others, but he will come through for people in the end, if only out of a sense of obligation.

His greatest quality is probably his work ethic. A gift from his upbringing, Peter holds true the wisdom that even if it goes largely unappreciated, hard work is what will save you from being destitute. Especially in an emergency situation, one cannot afford to be dead weight, else one might be first to be left behind in a panick. Even if his life is not on the line, you can count on Peter to never do anything half-arsed, as his dignity wouldn’t have it to be accussed of doing shoddy work. He can stomach being called a grouch, a miser, and even a jerk, but he won’t stand for being seen to be lazy.

Biography: Born to a pair of Chinese immigrants to New Zealand, it was always impressed upon Peter that he would have to grow up to make something of himself. Other children might have been consumed with frivolous passtimes, but Peter was going to be a hard working and prestigious young man someday, or so his father told him. His early life was one filled with expectations and disappointed looks in case of failure. Having a tolerance for drafty textbooks and memorising myriad facts, Peter made up his mind that the best course in life was for him to become a lawyer. It was a career one could be proud of, and his parents were certain to be pleased. Even if he wasn’t 100% passionate about it, he could certainly find some interest in the many disciplines of the law.

Peter would go on to be employed as a lawyer, but a prestigious one he would not be. He remained a junior member of the firm he embedded himself in, typically being passed on promotion for more dynamic and, as far as Peter was concerned, schmoozy coworkers. He began to wonder if, in spite of all his hard work, he was destined to stay a relative nobody. Even if there was little recognition of his work, he was financially comfortable, so he had no plans to make tracks, but his mind did always dwell on the idea of being something more.

Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

@TheMystic Did my thing.

Peter Lao

Name: Peter Lao
Gender: Male
Age: 26
(Old world) Occupation: Lawyer
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Class: Sorceror

Equipment:
-Dadao: A Chinese Broadsword. Deadly enough to cut a man’s head off in one swing, but not all that unwieldy for the average person.
-Robes: They offer nothing more than a piece of cloth in terms of protection, but they are light and easy to move around in.

Appearance:


Magic specialty: Enchantment and Evocation
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Personality: A pessimist at heart, Peter has a tendency to expect the worst out of life. He will absolutely look a gift horse in the mouth, even if he’ll try to be discreet about it. His life experience has taught him not to expect much from others, and so he won’t without good reason. As far as doing something for others is concerned, he is certainly not above the idea. He will be cautious in any act of assistance, but he certainly won’t leave a wounded comrade lying somewhere out of paranoia. He doesn’t have much faith in others, but he will come through for people in the end, if only out of a sense of obligation.

His greatest quality is probably his work ethic. A gift from his upbringing, Peter holds true the wisdom that even if it goes largely unappreciated, hard work is what will save you from being destitute. Especially in an emergency situation, one cannot afford to be dead weight, else one might be first to be left behind in a panick. Even if his life is not on the line, you can count on Peter to never do anything half-arsed, as his dignity wouldn’t have it to be accussed of doing shoddy work. He can stomach being called a grouch, a miser, and even a jerk, but he won’t stand for being seen to be lazy.

Biography: Born to a pair of Chinese immigrants to New Zealand, it was always impressed upon Peter that he would have to grow up to make something of himself. Other children might have been consumed with frivolous passtimes, but Peter was going to be a hard working and prestigious young man someday, or so his father told him. His early life was one filled with expectations and disappointed looks in case of failure. Having a tolerance for drafty textbooks and memorising myriad facts, Peter made up his mind that the best course in life was for him to become a lawyer. It was a career one could be proud of, and his parents were certain to be pleased. Even if he wasn’t 100% passionate about it, he could certainly find some interest in the many disciplines of the law.

Peter would go on to be employed as a lawyer, but a prestigious one he would not be. He remained a junior member of the firm he embedded himself in, typically being passed on promotion for more dynamic and, as far as Peter was concerned, schmoozy coworkers. He began to wonder if, in spite of all his hard work, he was destined to stay a relative nobody. Even if there was little recognition of his work, he was financially comfortable, so he had no plans to make tracks, but his mind did always dwell on the idea of being something more.

We Are Adventurers? (Name w.i.p. isekai / fantasy / medieval / swords & magic )

Interested.

Leviathan Fang -- A Fairy Tail RP

I'll watch this. Here's hoping I can join an RP that actually goes somewhere.

Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

It is truly frustrating that every interest check that gains this level of following seems to never get off the ground.

Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

I personally don't feel more factions would help the problem. See, if we split people evenly among multiple factions and then witness a large number of people drop out, we could be left with factions with a single person sitting alone. I believe a better solution would be to have multiple teams within a faction. That way, even if a large group of people leave, we can just balance out the teams within the faction.

Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

Wouldn't mind joining in here too.

Another Epic Tale? Hopefully - An Isekai/Other World RP

Did my thing.

Yasuko Purtscheller

She is 180cm (5’11) tall.

Name: Yasuko Purtscheller
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Personality: Yasuko is a decent mix of energy and self discipline. She is a driven and passionate woman with a love of adventure and exploration, but she is not reckless in her pursuits. Whereas a more bouncy person might sprint off towards an interesting place without a care, Yasuko would take her time before going, but she wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to go at all. To her, life is about the journey, and to waste it in search of safety would be to simply lay down and wait for death. If she were to sum up her philosophy, she would say “Why do we climb mountains? Because they’re there!”

Background: Yasuko is the daughter of a Japanese mother and an Austrian father. As an avid mountain climber in his homeland, he inevitably roped his wife into his hobby, and eventually their daughter too. To hear him tell it, he’d say she was “born to hold a pick in her hand”. Certainly, it wasn’t long after her birth that Yasuko started to lose herself in athletic pursuits. She was a runner, a climber, and even a horseback rider before she turned 20. In all these pursuits, a proud father stood behind her, encouraging her ever further.

Her life could not be nothing but sports and leisure, of course. Her mother’s influence played a key role here. Hobbies could be indulged in freely only when and if she had the time and only if she was certain not to ruin herself doing so. She was the counterbalance to her father’s eagerness, always insisting they double check and triple check that they had what they needed before going anywhere or doing anything. As per her direction, Yasuko acquired a comfortable job as an office worker to give her a stable income. Her heart was never really in it, but she certainly never slacked off at her job, as she knew she could explore little to nothing if she were penniless. She never desired to rise above her position, as she did not see the career ladder as a height worth climbing.

Having climbed a few peaks here and there, Yasuko eventually wanted to try her hand at one of the big ones. She chose Kilimanjaro to be her first great step into the world of mountain climbing. Unfortunately, no matter how talented or well prepared a climber may be, they can never be completely safe from freak accidents. Half way through the climb, Yasuko slipped up, and ended up falling to her death.

Gift: -

Quirks and Perks:
-Enhanced Strength (Arms)
-Enhanced Strength (Legs)
-Enhanced Stamina (Long term athletics)
-Acclimitization (High-Altitudes)

Equipment: -

Another Epic Tale? Hopefully - An Isekai/Other World RP

I shall join too.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

Character Name: Brandon Argyle
Time of Day: Early Morning
Location: Dormitory
Interacting with: Proctors and Co.

Marius' blustering was practically predictable by now. Not only had he raced to be the first to show off, but he made a complete mess with his obnoxious display. He not only displayed a complete lack of concern for having left fires for the proctors to put out, but even took the opportunity to spit upon the schools of magic he did not personally partake in. Had he been free to do so, Brandon would have slapped him down on the spot. The fact that the proctors barely reacted to his downright disrespectful attitude spoke volumes of their permissiveness. It was ultimately their prerogative to treat their students as they saw fit, but Brandon did not believe any good would come of sparing the rod with this entitled egomaniac. He would only push his boundaries further if left to assume there was to be few if any consequences for his acting out.

Speaking of acting out, the next one to leap and twirl her way into the limelight was Sylvanna. The moment she started mimicking Dumb's characteristic flair he knew this was going to be even more of a mess than ever. Sure enough, her demonstration ended with her effectively assaulting one of the proctors. Brandon buried his face in his palm at the sight of it all. At least for this one they were actually planning a punishment, although Brandon would have preferred to have the girl put in the stocks. It would be fitting not only for being more severe, but also for giving her a taste of her own medicine. One would hope that after being publicly humiliated, she would learn some empathy for the people she subjected to a similar humiliation. He was certain the human institution's chosen punishment would not be nearly as fitting or enlightening, however.

With the end of the Sun Elf's nonsense, a return to normalcy came upon them. The first to deliver such normalcy to them was Artemis, the Moon Elf that Brandon had assisted earlier. There was no announcing of her name like it was some great and noble title, nor any dancing around like she was preforming a play. Just a good, honest display of her magical talent, as should be expected on any good student. It was practically refreshing after having to endure Dumb and Dumber. The next one, Rahele, was equally straightforward in her demonstration. The lull in unwelcome excitement was precisely what Brandon had needed before getting ready for his own display. Not to say that either of them lacked in spectacle, but they were certainly less rambunctious than the two that came before them.

Finally, the time came for Brandon to put on his own show. He had the perfect idea in mind to give a sense of his capabilities and turn a few heads, although hopefully not in any way the same fashion as the first two. "I am Brandon Argyle, of the Republic of Bergen. I am versed in the schools of Evocation and Abjuration." Saying it aloud reminded him that his fields of interest were akin to those of Marius. It was disconcerting, but he was sure he would prove to be set well far apart from him in time. The opening move of his demonstration was for Brandon to stomp on the ground, producing a modest stone from the ground. It might seem beyond underwhelming at first, and it certainly wasn't all that impressive a feat, but it was not the end of his maneuvers. His next move was to create a small yet sturdy barrier in his right hand. While it was still midair, Brandon slapped the stone he had produced with his barrier, sending it flying forth, embedding itself in the ground a short distance in front of him.

Brandon then began stomping his feet rhythmically, producing more stones before slamming them into the ground in a sort of pattern. But as he did so, he began his final flourish. He began to sing.

"~Merck toch hoe sterck nu in 't werck sich al steld~" Marius and anyone else familiar with the Dawrven tongue would at least recognise the language.

"~Die 't alled tijd' so ons vrijheit heeft bestreden~" He continued to sing, loudly and clearly, as he produced his work of art upon the ground.

"~Sie hoe hij slaeft, graeft en draeft met geweld, om ons goet en ons bloet en onse steden!~" As he finished his song, he stood back to allow a better look at his work. It was a bit hard to see at a distance, but anyone coming close enough would be able to see he had made a clear image with all the stones he had embedded in the ground. "It is the rune of house Argyle, so that you know." He spoke aloud. The whole thing was a sort of training exercise that his teachers back home had used. It was a demonstration of concentration and magical merit to do so while singing perfectly and making an icon. Back home, they tended to use other objects to do so, but as Earthen Evocation was one of his fields of interest, he saw it only fitting to work it in.