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7 days ago
Current What happens in the status bar stays in the status bar.
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2 mos ago
I think to sell someone on an interest check, it's really important to seem enthusiastic about your own idea. That means writing more than a single sentence to attract potential players.
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2 yrs ago
The virgin "My post was so bad it killed the RP!" VS the chad "My post was so good it concluded the RP."
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Bio


W I T H R I G H T E O U S H A N D S





Did you know that Dante's inferno is called a divine comedy because things work out for the protagonist? Back in the day, the only two genres were comedy and drama. The only difference was that in a comedy, the protagonist is better off at the end, and a drama is the opposite. So that's why a story about going through hell can still be considered a comedy, even if it's not funny.

Name:
Broken Promise, BP, Boss

Age:
Old enough to know better, too young to care. (that is to say 30's)

Preferred RPs:
I Prefer to make my own, but will occasionally join something if it looks interesting. I'll join just about anything so long as it isn’t overly edgy/sweet, though it's rare for me to do. I don't do 1x1s too often either.

Preferred Roles:
I tend to play adorable characters everyone wants to befriend or proper assholes everyone wants to stay away from. I try not to play moral paragons or prime evils.

RP Conquests:
I've completed quite a few RP's off site, but most of them are on private forums or have simply been lost to the ravages of server crashes. As for stuff here, I'm sure everyone who sees me post in the off topic sections has seen me find an excuse to talk about Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage. It's a project that took over 4 years to complete and I feel pride not only for myself but all the wonderful people who helped make it enjoyable during its run. Re: Zero: The High Council Is technically my first, but it was just something I kind of took over and ended up ending the story after just six months. It finished, but eh...

Last RP I finished was Symphony of Espers which turned out pretty good.

RP's in progress:
For some reason I can't seem to stay away from Ari's magical girl RP, even if I'm not sure why I'm still in it.

As for my own projects, I'm doing Symphony on High to continue the gigachad adventures of the espers in Pax Septimus.

RP Graveyard:
I've been pretty fortunate on this forum. I think I joined one when I first came on the site that didn't really do anything, and there are a few 1x1 things that didn't go anywhere. It's disappointing when an RP ends before it can be finished, but I've come to look at them as learning experiences.

And then there's that london magical girl RP, and that dark magical girl RP. I think I'm done joining magical girl RPs for a while.

Other interests:
Videos
I watch a lot of educational videos on youtube. Usually as research for something I’m writing or purely because a topic interests me. I like channels like Tier Zoo and Daryl Talks Games, and I’ll also watch things like Critical Drinker or Literature Devil to deepen my understanding of story telling. Though I also like memes and jokes, to which I’ll find myself watching stuff like Sseth, but usually find myself surfing through meme videos. I gotta work on that.

Games
I have a rather long history of playing virtually every platformer to come into existence during the indie boom, as well as quite a few other indie games. I’ve played Meatboy, Binding of Issac, Gunvolt, Cuphead, Princess Remedy in a World of Hurt, Classic Metroid, Warcraft 3, Final Fantasy 7,8, and 14, Left 4 Dead, Shantae, Celeste, Danganronpa, God Eater, the list goes on. What I’ve played is kind of all over the place. I don’t play many games these days, I tend to pick things that look interesting and go on a decent steam sale.

Painting Minis
I do this in moderation. Otherwise, it's a pretty expensive hobby to start...

Music
I listen to everything, save most country/rap songs. I have too many favorites to name.

Personality:
Not one to take life or the internet too seriously. Is only serious about writing well and having a good time.

People to Insult:
Dalton is a Dingus.

Most Recent Posts

The fists of an angry god clashed against a blade of twilight.

Oros was mad, but it was Glex’s maniacal laughter that filled the air. Even as blood and frogs fell from the heavens they continued to exchange blows.

A fist the size of Oros’s torso collided with the roof. Asphalt and tar was thrown about as the mad ronin tumbled to level footing. Shar struggled to remain by Oros. She needed to be close enough to not get separated but not so close that she risked injury. This wasn’t selfishness on Shar’s part. If she was taken out there would be little Oros could do to keep up with their opponent.

”I had hoped this would be over already.” Shar pointed her butterfly topped wand at Oros. ”It’s normally not this exhausting to keep you on your feet.”

"Just keep an eye on her."

”What do you think I’m doing?” A butterfly flew into Oros’s shoulder. Her skin acquired a healthy glow like that of a silk cocoon.

"Don’t let her out of your sight!" Oros growled. "Her whole gimmick is hyper positions. If we can keep an eye on her, she can’t do anything!"

Glex only chuckled. "Why would I want to go anywhere? I plan on playing the entire set!"






Just because a problem was predictable didn’t mean it was easy to deal with.

The amphibians emitted a cacophony of croaks, and Betty pursued Finn with a fanatic’s single minded determination. Finn was fighting on his back heel but drawing a dangerous sword woman away from his allies would help his team out. Their opponents were outnumbered, so even getting just one of them to split off should tip the scales in their favor. In addition to this, he knew he could outthink Betty. She was the berzerker with the giant sword, and he was the duelist with the fencing rapier.

A spark of inspiration flew from his blade.

Betty saw the attack and side stepped it. But hitting her directly had not been the intent. With a zap, the frogs wet bodies detonated. Corrosive flesh was scattered in all directions. The frog bile splashed Betty’s back and legs. Enough that her melody couldn’t protect her from it all. Betty howled like a demon. The pain was significant, but it wasn’t slowing her down.

”You fucking imp!“

Betty’s sword arced through the air. Her blows were aimless, but Finn didn’t need to be reminded of how deadly each one was. Her sword cut through the asphalt roof like it were made of brownies. And that wasn’t Finn’s only problem. The frogs had started jumping onto him. His arms, shoulders, even his legs were gradually filling up with frogs. He’d have to be careful if he didn’t want to end up like Betty or worse. But he couldn’t remain stationary as Betty’s sweeping blows were coming closer.

It was an afterthought, but Finn got a glimpse of souls that had appeared once Finn slew the frogs. They sunk into the roof as soon as they appeared.

Breacher and Pac-A-Fist’s shots passed each other, but none hit their marks. The storm made aiming difficult even at short range like this. But with a wall of metal moving towards the Gemini espers, the best thing any of them could do was run. Before they took cover, Jacqueline fired a melody at the sports car while they retreated. It was a hard target to miss. On impact, the vehicle shook. There wasn’t a single piece of glass in the car that didn’t shatter from the impact. Pac visibly bounced in her seat as shards of glass bounced in her lap. She couldn’t hit much before and now it was going to be impossible. Pac went to put on her seatbelt as a bolt of shadow tore her hand from her wrist. The the shadows attempted to pull her through the window, but it only managed to pull her torso into the steering wheel.

*Honk*

She briefly looked at the stump and then back out the broken window at the Gemini espers.

”Damn it!”

Gunther had also flown out the back of the sport car. The attack hadn’t been of any danger to him, but it was impossible for him to know that from where he had been hiding. The mechanical contraption’s charge stopped as it assumed a defensive stance.

”A little spooky…”

Su fell back with everyone else, but she remained between the floating cars and the rest of Gemini. She fired her pistol at one of the watchtowers and bridged a roof of debris between the two facing the apartment complex. Those underneath could hear the blood and frogs smashing into it. A welcome shelter from things to come.

Ashley continued to fire on Justin. She ignored the blood, she ignored the frogs, but it was getting harder to do so every second. They leapt onto her body as she stood unmoving. Their tiny suction cupped toes helped them cling to her legs and back. One even managed to land on her cheek. It croaked into her ear as if to bid her good evening. Her shots weren’t landing where she wanted them to, but they were hitting the blood barrier.

Marrie wished she only had frogs to worry about. But with some earnest action she might be able to set the vampire lord back. She gave herself a wind barrier not as a form of defense, but as a form of offense. The frogs that were coming her way were launched towards Justin’s blood barrier. Between his fast approach and the acidic frog guts coming his way, a large hole in the blood barrier was burned open. Bloody spikes caved in on themselves as the barrier was diluted with the frog’s entrails. But Justin didn’t stop charging forward, nor did Marrie stop casting melodies. Another barrier of wind formed, this time on Justin himself. But he was moving too fast for Marrie to do anything else. He seized her by the neck and hoisted her body over the edge of the dragon sculpture. That was when he hesitated. The blood that should have been forming his barrier was now being repelled away by their wind barriers. Crimson orbited them like moons but stayed a good distance away.

”Had we continued to engage in melee, I might have applaud your efforts“

Justin flung Marrie straight at Ashley. She’d have to do something if she didn’t want every single frog on her body to detonate. But Justin didn’t care about that at the moment. He turned his head towards Su.

And opened his eyes.

“Hngh!” Su struggled to move, but her movements were jittery and sluggish. As if unseen hands were holding her in place.

”That one, Gunther.“

Suddenly, the safe from the commissioner’s room tore through the roof right under Su’s feet. It elevated her off the ground and up in the air where there was nowhere to hide. Her shield was up, but what was she protecting herself from? The real threat were the mechanical abomination’s arms. Two cars that likely weighed a ton or so apeace.

And they slammed together on either side of the agent.

If Su said anything it was buried under the sound of a head on collision. The metal made an ear splitting screech as it stretched and bent. The shattered glass rained down like tiny diamonds, and the blood soaked vehicles threw crimson in all directions on impact. It was impossible to tell if Su had managed to survive or not. There was too much blood to tell if any was hers, and she had been completely enveloped by the two cars. But it didn’t take long for a soul to fly out of the wreckage.

”I think we’re evened up now, aren’t we?“ Justin closed his eyes with a grin. ”You thought you could fight me without consequence? Think again! You’ll all join Gunther’s spectral army soon enough!“

With a wave of Justin’s hand, the blood in the air formed into a blob and shot off several tendrils. It then homed in on Ashley and Marrie attempting to coil around the rookie espers.

The mechanical behemoth resumed moving forward again. This time Gunther remained behind his contraption while Pac fired at Jacqueline and Samuel. But they were under cover and she couldn’t fire on them directly. With a snap of her fingers, a space ship from a popular arcade game appeared in the sky. It swooped behind the gemini agent’s position but hadn’t started firing yet. That would change soon though.

But regardless of how much blood was shed, the Diver would not be satisfied.

"And the Lord said [...] Stretch out thy rod, and smite the dust of the land, that it may become lice throughout all the land of Egypt." […] When Aaron stretched out his hand with the rod and struck the dust of the ground, lice came upon men and animals. All the dust throughout the land of Egypt became lice.

— Exodus 8:16–17


Thousands of lice fell like sand on top of the precinct roof. The frogs that had been fine chilling were starting to detonate. They would be difficult to see if it wasn’t for the fact that there were so many of them. It was hard to tell if there was anything special about them at a glance, but they did seem to resist the burning entrails of the frogs. More so than the precinct roof.


The faculty and psudo-faculty members at Marrywell Academy were an eccentric lot. Yes, to the magical girl community at large, Marrywell was the best place a magical girl could hope to go. Loads of like minded friends, tuition for your magical and mundane life, the works. But anyone who spent even a moment behind its shiny walls knew that the faculty wasn't quite right. Likely an artifact from living hundreds of years. Most of the time it was innocent. Maybe they would choose to take the form of a cat at all times or look younger than most of the attending students. Other times it manifested itself in less kosher ways. Maybe they drank on the job, maybe they believed they served a cosmic horror. But this was the first time Stripes could remember being used as bait to lure out a dangerous magical girl who controlled pageless... so that they could talk to her.

That wasn't to say Stripes didn't have faith in Ozma. If she really felt that talking to someone like this was the best way to go forward she'd trust it. But it wasn't an ideal place to have a chat. Stripes hadn't initially thought about it, but there was a weird coincidence here. Even though Ozma seemed to think they were flying around and drawing out the pageless earlier, Ozma had chosen to "ambush" the masked woman in her lair. Was this intentional or just happenstance?

She listened and observed. Everyone had a right to react with hostility. They weren't exactly on even footing here. The masked woman was a lone magical girl, but she had an untold number of pageless under her command. Everyone seemed to be taking the situation pretty seriously except for Eternal Rose, but that was pretty much expected from Olivia at this point. But it was impressionable sorts like her that needed to be looked after. The real star of the show though was the masked woman, monologuing like a villain. No one interrupted her. Ozma had started to give her opinion on it and press for more questions when Stripes squinted her eyes.

"...Seriously?" Stripes looked incredulous. Her mouth hung open just enough to show her tongue. "You're going for the 'oh please, just think of the pageless!' shtick?" Stripes's voice was perfectly monotone, as per usual. But there was no hiding how repulsed she was in her words. "Even if we ignore the countless human lives that pageless would take without our intervention we are sworn enemies." She extended her arms towards the small army of pageless behind Roma. "Pageless, eat, grimoires." She swung her torso to get her arms pointed in the other direction at Lupin, but did not take her eyes off the masked woman. "Magical, girls, need, those, to, transform. They, eat, our, stories. They, eat, us." Another exaggerated hand motion. Her finger cracked like a whip as Stripes pointed at Nessie. "Before you suggest we feed our stories to the pageless or some other appeasement ritual, that girl over there hadn't even seen her grimoire yet and the pageless were going to eat her. If I had fed my grimoire to a pageless, if I had never picked it up-" Stripes lowered her finger and stared off into space. "It's just a dumb thing to suggest." She looked back at the mask wearing magical girl. "A magical girl that sides with pageless is like a tabby that befriends vermin."

Just in case Stripes's opinion on the matter hadn't shined though her words, she summoned four magic missiles that hovered over her head.
Meant to respond a bit sooner but "lol internet trouble."

And yes I'm one of the ones who thought @BrokenPromise was the opposite gender. But hey, it turned out he thought I was a guy so, *shrug*


But I guess that's what I'm trying to get at. I thought you were a guy because your first character was a young edgy assassin chick, which is something I could see a lot of teenage boys wanting to play. That and you were into Touhou which is something that a lot of guys are into as well. I was never entirely certain. It was never stated on your profile page and we never really sat down to talk about your other hobbies more extensively. But that was what lead me to think that. What may have confused you about me was my love of creating (and ending) ships as well as the types of characters I played. A a well mannered nanny doesn't really strike me as the sort of character most guys would want to play. My guess is if I had a certain "perverted pink-haired ronin" in our first RP you may have suspected I was a guy.

I can see the thoughts of the opposite gender being miswritten though. But honestly, everyone will only ever see the world from their own perspective. I have seen a few men written by woman that are maybe a bit more emotional or submissive than I would expect them to do, but I never felt their actions and thoughts didn't make sense as characters. I can't even say that the writers being the "wrong" gender to write their characters factored into this. Teenagers tend to be fairly emotional people, and character written by them and for them are also prone to mood swings and such.

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This is incorrect. I am the cutest on the 'other' side of Eorzea.

But then my main is a rich Lala boi so naturally I win twice. Anyways RPG FC anyone?


Ehh...

Look Exit, you're a pretty cool guy and everything. Is her picture aesthetic? Yes. Is she hot? Also yes. But does she have that cute appeal that Ammokkx and I are trying to cultivate? Not really. I feel like she'd step on me if she was given the chance. Like, I'm almost scared of her. Also there's nothing cute about having a lala sugar daddy buy all of your nice clothes. I have a lala anyway.

But maybe we don't need to be the cutest mi'qote. Maybe the real cutest mi'qote is the friends we made along the way.
Can't wait to respond.

But I guess I'd better wait for our GM.
@TheWendil

I think we've gotta wait for both of @Lonewolf685's peeps and @Majoras End's Lupin. @FrogRFlowR's Maria has yet to activate but they technically posted twice last time so they may be chilling. But when does Satan ever just chill?
@PatientBeanThe one that got banned is my guess.
@Crazytrini85

I don't feel like it's in the spirit of a discussion that's in the RP section, but why not? Here's why males play females in videogames:

-Females can receive better treatment and are more frequently gifted items in MMOs. Picking a female avatar helps sell the illusion.

-Female characters often have access to more aesthetically pleasing designs, or might lean towards an aesthetic the player desires. This does not always mean it's sexual but it certainly can.

-They want to see more kickass female leads in the world, so they make their own. Alternatively, said game is oversaturated with male characters.

-Cis guys are guys 24/7/365. They may wish to pick a sex that is not their own because they are looking for escapism.

A more interesting question I feel is why woman don't play as male avatars as much. This is so prevalent that Leauge of Legends has been releasing female champions pretty regularly. They discovered most female players weren't selecting male champions, like, at all. That's a game where certain abilities are tied to specific champions, so by not playing as certain champions you could hamstringing your team. There hasn't been a lot of discussion on why this is. But I digress.

I put no stock in twitter accounts dedicated to picking apart how some men choose to write woman. Most of the time the writing being "critiqued" is from a novice or the writing's intended audience is men anyway. People do have fantasies and sometimes wish the opposite sex behaved a certain way. Much like how men in harlequin romances are total badasses up until it's time for the female PoV to tame them.

I'm going to side step the argument that men (or even most men) cannot write female characters. But I'll say from personal experience I get called "her" on nearly every message board I'm on. This is from people who have watched me write female and male characters for years. Even woman have make this mistake.


Okay. With this summer drawing we know a bit more about her.

The line art is a lot more clean on this one and we can see that she has short hair. Her thinner shirt also leaves her proportions far less ambiguous. I would have liked to have seen a summer hat with her summer outfit, but I do like the kind of low effort approach to a summer outfit. We can also see that she does not really enjoy the heat that much. maybe the reason why she is smiling in the hoody is because she likes warmer weather. Her eye shape and short hair makes me think she's an older woman. Like late 20s/early 30s as opposed to being a high schooler.

Anyway I think this image is a real treasure for our collection.


The heavens wept blood, but the earth demanded more.

”Fable! Fight me! You coward! You coward!“

If anything, Betty had become even more frenzied since she last met Finn. But her single mindedness made her actions predictable. None of the other agents impeded Betty’s movements and she had no interest in fighting anyone other than Finn. His goal to draw Betty away was working. Finn was a speedy esper, but he needed every bit of that to stay ahead of Betty.

By the time they got in the middle of the roof, her melody activated. Black particles swarmed around her body. This was the second time Finn had seen her do this. She had cast a protecting melody on herself to absorb his attacks. But before he could think about what to do next…

This is what the great lord says: Let my people go, so that they may worship me. If you refuse to let them go, I will plague your whole country with frogs. The Nile will teem with frogs. They will come up into your palace and your bedroom and onto your bed, into the houses of your officials and on your people, and into your ovens and kneading troughs. The frogs will go up on you and your people and all your officials.

— Exodus 8:1–4


The diver raised its blood soaked cross in the air and waved it about. Joining the rain of blood were frogs. Hundreds of them. They fell from the sky and landed all over Pax Septimus. Most did not survive the trip. They hit the ground with a splat, leaking their corrosive bile onto whatever they hit. But other frogs got lucky. They came out of the gutters and the drains, invading homes en mass. Some screamed, some hid in their living room, but not the Gemini espers.

Fable and Betty were granted an audience of frogs. They climbed over the precinct wall and jumped towards them. Finn couldn’t run forever. Certainly not with so many frogs around. But Betty was still charging. He would need to think of something fast.

His allies were in trouble too.

While Ashly had jumped out of the way of Betty’s sword, she was not out of danger. Pac-A-Fist’s projectile had tracking capabilities and it wasn’t going to get juked by a single hop. It continued to make its digital “om-nom” sounds as it drew closer. But the only thing it got to taste was Jacqueline’s cold steel. It blew apart into pixels.

”Gunther? It’s raining frogs.”

”I can do something about that!”

The vehicles that Gunther’s spirits had picked up started to shift around. Two police cars flooded lengthwise under a van, which hovered between the police cars and a dumpster, while two other cars floated on either side of the dumpster, and a sport car floated above the entire mess. With a bit of imagination it looked like a giant robot. While Samuel did try to restrain one of the vehicles, it was too heavy. Even a considerably strong melody was only enough to restrain a human of average strength. Holding down a vehicle that weighed several tons was beyond the capabilities of his melody.

”Can’t say I relate. I was never alive to begin with.”

Pac-A-Fist climbed into the sports car while Gunther floated inside the robot’s chest. The tower of metal surged forward as Pac aimed a gun at the espers and fired. It looked like one of those light guns you’d find in an arcade, only it fired lazer beams.

Su did her best to protect her allies. But there was only so much surface area to her shield, and even that wasn’t going to stop the wall of cars from rolling towards them. Worse still was that the frogs were making their way towards these espers too. “Move!” was all Su said as she prepared her next melody.

The building across the street was also having a frog problem. Justin had jumped off of the vehicle he was riding and onto the stone dragon Su had made. Bloody projectiles descended on Marrie’s position. She was running out of room to maneuver. A single projectile struck her but it was absorbed by Ashley’s barrier. The blast from her wand smashed into Justin’s shield and opened a hole in it. But as it continued to rain blood, the hole grew smaller. He rotated the barrier so that the hole was facing away from both Ashley and Marrie.

”And I couldn’t care less about your goals. Brandish a knife in my presence and you’ll see my fangs!“

The blood barrier around Justin formed spikes as he surged towards Marrie. What few places Marrie had to jump to were covered in frogs. What would she do?

Don't worry, I'll do it for you.

One of the reasons this is so prevalent in the 1x1 section is because some of those RPs tend to be more... personal, than group RPs. For some people, it makes them feel awkward to engage in "romantic" acts with a character that is not being played by a genuine member of that sex. I think we've all seen a story involving a super hot/cute girl avatar seducing men and it turns out to be some ugly dude. Learning to separate people from their characters is a skill and most new role players don't have it. There are even really good roleplayers that can't do it simply because doing romantic stuff like that is a sensitive topic.

Another reason is that the player is simply part of the fantasy. The idea that granting the character some sort of gratification is also granting that gratification to their player. Other times it's the opposite. Maybe they feel guilty about a certain type of fantasy they want to play so they seek out someone with a different gender than their character.

I am the single cutest miqo'te this side of Eorzea and nobody's gonna stop me from being that.


Good thing I reside on "that" side of Eorzea less I have to challenge you for your title, as there is no miqo'te as cute as me!

If I ever get back into this game we should meet up and touch tails.
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