BytheSpleen

Defeat the Godmodder!

The nuclear radiation from the bomb causes intense heat to evaporate the churning waters, all starting from how much foam it was making!

Pokemon: Legendary Guardians and Pokemon: Mystery Dungeon - Legendaries At War THREAD MOVED TO GENERAL INTEREST CHECKS

Still open for the offer!

Legendary

@Claw2k11

Tempting as either two options might've been, Iosef couldn't risk either while he was still in the heart of the city. Panickly, he ran towards the nearest guard, and grabbed its shoulder.

"I need to get to the Endless Deserts! Which way was it, again?"

Scarlet Academy (A School for Magic Knights) NOT ACCEPTING ANYMORE FOR THE TIME BEING!

Saturday September 1st, 2020 9:45 AM - Morning

Kaya Mishiba

Kaya was...certainly impressed with the vivacity of her peers. Blasting all their auras without a care in the world was just amazing and all, but...

...if she wasn't going to best anyone in a straight-on fight (or so she thought, but it's not like she's ever fought anyone yet).

It was probably the reason why she was first to get back to her room, which was only about a mile away. By bus, she dropped off right at the corner of what appeared to be an upscale apartment complex, which she gained access to using her ID. Baggage pieces were deposited in a corner, and lo and behold, when the lights flipped on, what fell before her eyes was a suite not unlike her own house. Textile-plank floors, matte-cream walls, sharply accented marble counters in the kitchen...but at least it felt right at home, or so she thought. There weren't any of the familiar spice jars, nor was the dining table scratched from years of casual usage, nor was there that distinct depression in the sofa in the living room. Everything was almost too new. If that was that, all Kaya had to do was just reserve the couch as hers using her baggage, and slip her way back out towards the Academy. A thought lingered in her mind for a little, prompting Kaya to run back into the house and go through the pantry.

Holy hell, there were potato chips. Goodbye wheat crackers! After downing a few glasses of tap-water, Kaya snuck two little bags out and ran right on out...before bouncing into Aki's chin with her forehead.

"Ow...oh, sorry! I'll be back at the Academy, so...um, yeah! There's ice in the freezer if I gave you bruise...ehehe..."

That was just GREAT, Kaya. One more enemy to put up with, thanks to your klutzy self.

Before Aki could say much of anything, Kaya was heading straight towards the Academy, walking a bit faster than usual...

Legendary

Iosef, the hob, clung to one of the great walls that constituted the Marble Castle's power with an ear cupped. The murmur of thousands, regardless of how loud the king was speaking, was deafening enough.

Still, he wanted to be faster than most in the pursuit, and as soon as the name Earthrent came into his ears, he was paying attention. He'd probably miss out on the lordship and the castle, given his demi-human status, but if those 200,000 bars of gold could buy him holy charms to defend his village against the likes of his mother, by all means...

The Endless Deserts?

Iosef dropped off the castle walls, and into the crowd. Like a few dozen others, he was sprinting, bobbing, and weaving his way out.

Could he steal a horse? Maybe. Just when he was farther out the city walls. Lord knows how much sprinting that would have to take...

Legendary

Iosef Talabar

Name: Iosef Talabar

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Hobgoblin - Hobgoblin Race - Hobgoblins are renowned for their expertise with fire, or more specifically, what they can make with it. As coined by their "favorite creatures", the Humans, Hobgoblins are great cooks and ironsmiths, and specialize in various steels from just about every kind of metal you toss at them. This puts them at odds with a few other races (or, did, in the dwarves' case; you don't see too many of those little ones any more) for who is the best craftsman, but considering the Hobs (for short) just got their distinction from the rest of their ilk not too long ago, it isn't surprising to say that the Hobs were given the benefit of the doubt when their blacksmiths opened up. Like orcs, they love to use lamellar designs, as they're light, maneuverable, and protective for all their troubles, using as little steel as possible (because from where the goblinoids originated, most iron was refined via iron sand. Large chunks of ore were unheard of.) Their skin tones, unlike those of their greenish-yellowish-rainbowish colored brethren, are always shades of grey, and are a lot more matte because of their hygenic nature. They have eyes the color of gold, amber, and ruby, and stand about the same height as humans, as well as stand in the same weight range. Rumors say that the hobs have a bit o' man blood in them, which might be true, considering there's also a million hues of half-hobs half-men and whatnot running around the world...or well, wherever he came from.

Appearance: As a child of a succubus and a hobgoblin, Iosef inherits a mix of qualities thought usually exclusive to his respective heritages. Through his father, Iosef retains a powerful build within his small 5'6 frame, and also keeps his coal-grey complexion. Unlike his father, though, he has quite the desirable face of that of a near-effeminine boy (think soft, pouty lips, a small, but pronounced chin, etc.), and has full, luscious, onyx-black hair that will bald much later than most others' do. He weighs only an average 117 lb., though each pound is well defined in the taut muscles he has. He has amber irises and a very slight almond shape to his eyes.

Personality:

Most of the time, Iosef is a mellow, lax individual that takes both successes and failures in stride...or so some may think. In reality, he's every part perfectionist his father was with just about everything, be it studies, work, or even in play. Though he isn't going to impose on people, he does get genuinely upset at people who are a little too lax for his tastes.

By the definition of upset, it includes tirades, insults, and on the extremes, threats and violence.

On the other end of the spectrum, though, he lives up to his ancestors' reputation as tricksters and thieves. He's quite...dubious towards haughty individuals, but he does say it's for "their sakes", whatever that would mean.

Backstory :

What can you say? He's just the son of an immigrant Hobgoblin smith, the reason being that his mother is still on the loose somewhere. The Hob village couldn't keep Iosef and his father if the succubus endangered everyone else. Unless the two could "get rid of the problem (that being your mother)" or come back with some treasure to let bygones be bygones, they weren't going to get back into the village. Then Iosef heard of Earthrent finally resurfacing somewhere...

Abilities :

• Allure - Iosef can cast a minor allure spell to add a more...promiscuous quality to his relationship. He rarely uses this, as this is can lead to some unpredictable results.
• Mana - Iosef has the capacity to use magic.

Notable Equipment :

• Bastard Sword - A lengthened, double-edged straight sword made of various layers of steel.

Quirks:
- He has an edge in forging, as he spent his childhood smithing with his father.
- He avoids large parties unless he's playing wingman. Even then, he'll be reluctant to go. As a half incubus, who knows what might come out once he descends into hedonism.
- He's often the one injuring his right hand you'd think he'd dislocate it. He doesn't...until now.
- He has attractions to something...something terribly strong enough to drive him crazy...
- As an extension to his knack in forging, he's quite the good cook!

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

@Ariamis

For a moment, the djinn looked between all the other rebels to-be, and though she might've had a million judgements passed onto them in her mind, she nods, and looks at Mirage before looking back at Edward. Somewhere along the line, she was hoping for the opposite answer, but there would be many more customers open with unity. Once this war passes, her family still needed to have that trade to fall back on.

"Will you need our company now, or do you have another task in mind?"

Legendary

Iosef Talabar

Name: Iosef Talabar

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Hobgoblin - Hobgoblin Race - Hobgoblins are renowned for their expertise with fire, or more specifically, what they can make with it. As coined by their "favorite creatures", the Humans, Hobgoblins are great cooks and ironsmiths, and specialize in various steels from just about every kind of metal you toss at them. This puts them at odds with a few other races (or, did, in the dwarves' case; you don't see too many of those little ones any more) for who is the best craftsman, but considering the Hobs (for short) just got their distinction from the rest of their ilk not too long ago, it isn't surprising to say that the Hobs were given the benefit of the doubt when their blacksmiths opened up. Like orcs, they love to use lamellar designs, as they're light, maneuverable, and protective for all their troubles, using as little steel as possible (because from where the goblinoids originated, most iron was refined via iron sand. Large chunks of ore were unheard of.) Their skin tones, unlike those of their greenish-yellowish-rainbowish colored brethren, are always shades of grey, and are a lot more matte because of their hygenic nature. They have eyes the color of gold, amber, and ruby, and stand about the same height as humans, as well as stand in the same weight range. Rumors say that the hobs have a bit o' man blood in them, which might be true, considering there's also a million hues of half-hobs half-men and whatnot running around the world...or well, wherever he came from.

Appearance: As a child of a succubus and a hobgoblin, Iosef inherits a mix of qualities thought usually exclusive to his respective heritages. Through his father, Iosef retains a powerful build within his small 5'6 frame, and also keeps his coal-grey complexion. Unlike his father, though, he has quite the desirable face of that of a near-effeminine boy (think soft, pouty lips, a small, but pronounced chin, etc.), and has full, luscious, onyx-black hair that will bald much later than most others' do. He weighs only an average 117 lb., though each pound is well defined in the taut muscles he has. He has amber irises and a very slight almond shape to his eyes.

Personality:

Most of the time, Iosef is a mellow, lax individual that takes both successes and failures in stride...or so some may think. In reality, he's every part perfectionist his father was with just about everything, be it studies, work, or even in play. Though he isn't going to impose on people, he does get genuinely upset at people who are a little too lax for his tastes.

By the definition of upset, it includes tirades, insults, and on the extremes, threats and violence.

On the other end of the spectrum, though, he lives up to his ancestors' reputation as tricksters and thieves. He's quite...dubious towards haughty individuals, but he does say it's for "their sakes", whatever that would mean.

Backstory :

What can you say? He's just the son of an immigrant Hobgoblin smith, the reason being that his mother is still on the loose somewhere. The Hob village couldn't keep Iosef and his father if the succubus endangered everyone else.

Abilities :

• Allure - Iosef can cast a minor allure spell to add a more...promiscuous quality to his relationship. He rarely uses this, as this is can lead to some unpredictable results.
• Mana - Iosef has the capacity to use magic.

Notable Equipment :

• Bastard Sword - A lengthened, double-edged straight sword made of various layers of steel.

Quirks:
- He has an edge in forging, as he spent his childhood smithing with his father.
- He avoids large parties unless he's playing wingman. Even then, he'll be reluctant to go. As a half incubus, who knows what might come out once he descends into hedonism.
- He's often the one injuring his right hand you'd think he'd dislocate it. He doesn't...until now.
- He has attractions to something...something terribly strong enough to drive him crazy...
- As an extension to his knack in forging, he's quite the good cook!

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

Khadila sighed, and finally let out the question she had been meaning to ask for a while...

"Will our goals seek to revert the races' states as before Kaaos had taken our lands, or will we be continuing this...experiment of unity, even after Kaaos's downfall? I ask this only to prepare myself to act in the best interest of either of these goals; what Kaaos has done has given us a common enemy, but...I do fear our success, sometimes..."

Her ankles rubbed against each other as her eyes trailed to just below Edward's face, and waited for any objections or clarifications.

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

After a few minutes had passed, Khadila hopped off of the wench's lap, and gave a slight bow as thanks for the service as a glorified seat. With tiny pitter-patter steps, the small djinn wove her way through the crowds of drunks, gamblers, and other unfortunates to the bartender.

"Can we begin this night, again, with...hmm..."

Within the folds of her robes, she procures 200 pieces of gold to hand over to the bartender.

"...a few kegs of ale? I almost fell asleep with so much liveliness around me. Fairly certain the birds and bees here might get buzzing again if they had another draught bubbling in their guzzards, hm?"