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7 yrs ago
Current I won't be able to post for a while. School's driving me crazy, and I need to adapt to my new schedule.
8 yrs ago
I feel like an attention whore sometimes. And I hate it.
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8 yrs ago
Two people hugging each other in a boxing ring. What else can go wrong?
8 yrs ago
I would love to have some fries with that...
8 yrs ago
Did you know that Hitler always had his picture taken by a camera positioned beneath him so that he could look taller?
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Bio

Hello.
I am yet another adolescent struggling on the road to maturity.
Nothing much else.




Doctor: You have a bad case of osteoporosis. I prescribe that you put down that outrageously large sword you're wielding.

Swordsman: DON'T YOU SEE THAT WE ARE ABOUT TO BE EATEN BY A GIANT SPACE MONSTER?


Enjoy your stay. ;)




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@VitaVitaAR
baby it's YUU



The character's biography is currently WIP
@Hank

Could you delete this thread? Thanks in advance.


Ever since birth, you've sworn to fight against oppression. You chose to fight for your federation in a war that had seen no end. There is no turning back, even now. You are left with every choice except surrender, and you have embraced that truth ever since you were admitted into the army. Amidst the battlefield, you have shown valor and honor in combat. Your spaceship sails across the stars, engaging in heated firefights every now and then.

However your journey ends here.

Your ship, once the pride of your military career, is now in shambles. It cruises downwards, threatening to crash into an unknown planet. You have nothing left to do other than brace yourself and cross your fingers...





You wake up, greeted by the rays of the ever-present sun. People toll up and down the streets, each with their own jobs to do. You have your own schedule, so you decide to stand up and begin your day.

You have never known more than what your homeland provided you with. You have admired the knights, who fought for the kingdom with their trusty blades and arcane magic. You have feared the dragons, griffons, and other monstrosities that roamed the land. The hills are green, and the scenery is beautiful. You have never thought of leaving the land that has cradled you for all these years, and you wonder what lies beyond the mighty mountains

However, your day isn't going out as planned. A strange vehicle has landed nearby, and the boarders of the vehicle are asking you where a mechanic could be found.

Mechanic? You have never even heard of that!




The premise of this RP is that a couple of spacefaring people end up in a medieval civilization wherein magic actually exists. The spacers have seen civilizations with advanced technology. They may either be soldiers or not, so if you actually read the prologue I wrote up there and decide "I don't want to be a soldier, I'm not joining." then I suggest that you still try to submit a CS, because I can alter the situation based on the players' needs. If you want to play as a space pirate, then that'd be more than fine with me.

Now, the spacers end up in a civilization wherein magic prevails, and the level of technology in this civilization is medieval. Gunpowder exists, but it is rendered useless in front of powerful magic. The steam engine has not been invented yet, so expect citizens to still be riding horses and carriages. People believe in deities, and they are worshiped by a certain part of the populace. Mythical creatures, like dragons and wyverns, exist in this world. If anybody wants to play as a medieval steampunk character who can create industrial-era technology or anything more advanced, I will gladly allow it. However, expect your character to be called a heretic and exiled from society, if so.

The player may choose to either play as a spacefarer or a medieval-era citizen. When enough interest is shown, I will write up the lore are get the OOC running. You may already create destinations and events that will help me in creating the lore.

With that said, thanks for viewing!

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So from where we had left off, John was left with the seductive elf-woman in the middle of the woods. John was not aiming his flashlight at the woman anymore, and she had began to open up.

"Excuse me young man," she said, "I am travelling to the inn myself. I plan on dancing there for a little coin, hence my attire. Lust is the intention. You could ride up here on the bench if you like. You're probably a better shot with the crossbow than I am anyways."

"Well, you're actually pretty near the tavern. All you have to do is go..."

"What the absolute and utter hell is going on?! You organics are mentally ill!!!"

The space mech (@Dealdric) had finally noticed John, and he took his presence a little too seriously. The mech was running right at him, and he was intent on disarming the young lad.

The problem with the robot was that it was a giant space mech.

Sure, you'd get to soak up tons of physical damage, but stealth wouldn't be your forte. The mech's movements were highly audible. To top all of that, John's instincts were almost infallible. He would sense the mech's movements from far away, and he responded to them by turning his head away from the woman and towards the mech's direction.

"...forwards. Happy travelling!"

Not long after, the mech appeared, his metallic body illuminated by the woman's gas lamp. John had anticipated the mech's arrival, so he had prepared for the onslaught. As soon as the mech rose its arms to strike, John had rolled away from the wagon, thus displacing himself by a few meters. With John out of the way, the mech would come face-to-face with the woman's vardo wagon, which had moved behind John during their short conversation. Sure, he had the combat protocols, but his heavy frame would have produced lots of momentum, thus making it nearly impossible to halt his movements. Therefore, the mech's arm would strike the wagon, and it might as well trip over it. John, on the other hand, would have already exited the rolling position, and would be running towards the tavern.

"Sorry 'bout that!"

@Assallya
...still John



From where we left off, our man John had come to a confrontation with three strange figures. Only two of them took heed of John's presence, and they were definitely disturbed by the brilliant light emitted by John's flashlight (or strange electronic cylindrical contraption, for any otherworldly roamers). Damn, his manners were terrible.

And he needed to do something about that. The two strangers did not even seem to notice John's call, due to the blinding light of John's flashlight artifact of illumination. The woman began to speak:

"Who goes there? Who demands parley when words even have not been stung?"

The man also had a few words of his own:

"...Diplomacy was never my strong suit. Though, I doubt an unsheathed blade is needed."

The light provided by John's tangible luminous device revealed more features of the man's body. He had a demonic arm, complete with spiky horns and an otherworldly purple aura. Somehow, his eyes had adjusted to the light, and he was eyeing John's blade. Wisps of darkness traveled upwards from the man's arm, and the man clenched his fist.

An imminent threat.

If a magician or monk was nearby, he/she would sense that the flow of ki in the atmosphere would begin to move towards John. His sword would begin to light up, radiating an unlikely shade of light blue. Using the ki, he would be enhancing his strength and endurance. Blue wisps of energy would levitate upwards, and his aura would grow unnecessarily more intimidating. His eye began to glow a shade of cyan.

"Hey kid, if you want a fight then you get-"

...

The man had already headed off into the darkness. This left John and the mysterious woman alone in the woods. Apparently, the man had no intention of attacking at all. John did have the talent to sense one's ominous aura, but he didn't even bother to use it.

"Wow. I need more sleep."

John then sheathed his sword in his poster tube uniquely-shaped scabbard and turned the flashlight away from the lady. Apparently, the light had highlighted her temptingly voluptuous bosom, but John was staring at the man's weird arm all along.

"Hey lady, I've got some advice for you. If you keep walking around in that outfit then I assure that the commoners are going to lust after you. You even might attract a couple of perverted thugs with the worst bodily intentions, who knows? Don't take it too personally."

...and he said something about an unsheathed blade being unnecessary. Damn, I need coffee.

John began to walk towards the tavern. Perhaps there were more weird guests?

@Ryouko @Assallya
@VitaVitaAR

Originally, I was planning to weave a conspiracy associated with the influx of Negari in Umitori City. In order to do that, I would play as an intelligent and humanlike Negari, who was born from the events of a disaster in the past (preferably WW2 considering that many of the events take place in Japan).

But if you want a magical girl, you'll get a magical girl. Expect my character in a while.
Interested.
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