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I say the words that I wish someone would tell me in vain hope that they might be returned to me.
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Existence continues.
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So much I want to do, so little time...
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“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.
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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless


NOTICE


Thank you for Noticing This Notice.


Your Noting it has been Noted.


And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.


Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.

In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...

Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)




It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.

--Douglass Adams




All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


~~As You Like It, Shakespear


"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."


~~ Macbeth, Shakespear





“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”




“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”




“What do you know?”

“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”

“What do you want, then?”

“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”




"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.

'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.

'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'

'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.

'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'

'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.

'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'

'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'

'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'

'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'

'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"

The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.

"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"

"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"

"Let us say it does," the messenger said.

"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"

The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"

...




“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.

“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”




"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."

Silence

"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."




"What is it to be witty, then?”

“To say clever things.”

“And what is cleverness?”

“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”

The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.




“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.

“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”

Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”

~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson


"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki

"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."

~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris

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your character couldve seen a guy go in and a girl come out of the men's room


I’ve got a better idea for an introduction~

I’ll go type something up now.

Be warned, one of them has a rather caustic personality.
Anyone gonna notice Elena? She's got her red dress on.


I...possibly could. I have a character who also has two people sharing one body (siblings though) and that might prove to be interesting. However that’s not exactly something that could come up in casual conversation.


"We are as we live; not as we wish to be."


Name:
Yasuhiro Haru (靖宏春) The First Son of the Sword

Yasu (安) meaning "peace, quiet" combined with 央 (hiro) meaning "centre, middle".
Haru (春): spring


Age:
    50


Totem

    Serenity


Appearance
    Yasuhiro is a tall, broad, heavily built man who looms over most people. He is almost always seen wearing the traditional outfit of a sensuō monk, consisting of a tengai (the basket-like headpiece) a kimono, an O-kuwara (the garment worn over the shoulder), the kyahan shin coverings, tabi socks, and a pair of waraji sandals on his feet. His voice, though muffled by the tengai, is a deep and rich bartone, the kind that carries across a room. His skin is rough and tan, and his clothing, travel-worn signifying that he spends much of his time traveling.

    Beneath the tengai, his face could be described as passably handsome, with a strong chin and prominent cheekbones. He has startlingly intense green eyes, and once black hair that has mostly gone gray. But his most notable feature is a large, nasty scar that runs from the left side of his hairline, down between his eyes, to end on his right cheek.


Personality
    Yasuhiro is a, ultimately, a principled man. He carries a very strong pride and rigid ideals that he holds himself and the people around him to. He is a man who throws his entire being into whatever he does. He is not rash, nor given to rushing in. Nor however, does he hesitate. He goes through life in a calm, thoughtful, and steady manner. From the way he speaks to the way he acts, he gives off the sense of infinite calm. However, one thing he has never been able to rid himself of is a powerful temper. He has patience worthy of a monk, but when he becomes angry, his anger explodes with terrifying fury.

    In some ways, he is a study in contradictions. He carries with him the samurai ideals combined with the ideals of a monk. He is humble, yet he still carries a fierce pride. He enjoys fighting, yet he loves peace more. It is the goal of his spiritual journey to find a way to live with both of these in balance.

    At heart, he is a kind man. He takes great pleasure in the simple things in life: good food, laughter, and especially music. To him, music is a special thing, tantamount to a spiritual experience. Yet there was a time in his life where he set aside his music and peaceful ways. He became a man of war; strong, tough, and callus. He still carries with him these things in a stern shell he wears daily.

    One of his core beliefs is that all people are inherently equal, peasants, foreigners, samurai, and nobility alike As such, he strives to treat them equally, and teach others to do the same. Yet another of his contradictions, he is also loyal to his country and its laws.


Strengths
    The Warrior:
    He is no stranger to the art of war. He has studied to be a samurai from a young age, having martial arts and tactics drilled into his head and hands. He has lead men to victory both on and off the battlefield. Above all else, his swordsmanship was once famous across the land, though it is no longer since he abandoned it. Still, he is a fair hand in a fight even without his sword.

    ...

    His clan's style of fighting, much like how he lives, is a balanced and patient style. As with most styles it was handed down generation to generation, refined and changed each time. Its key principles are Flexibility and Control. Flexbility, not to stick to rigid forms, but to be able to adapt to a situation, while taking every advantage of any opportunity. And Control, never moving too fast, never moving too slow, but remaning in contol of one self and the battle from start to finish.

    In battle, he is the center of absolute calm. He move when and only as fast as he needs to with maximum efficiency. He fights like a shogi player, every movement has a purpose that is hidden until it is too late. His greatest skill was his mastery of the iaidō.

    The Musician:
    His skill with the sword is second only to his skill with a Shakuhachi. It is his instrument of choice and his favorite pass time.

    The Monk:
    In keeping with hos vows as a monk, he restrains himself from excess and materialism. He practices meditation and seeks enlightenment, although he has his doubts.

    The Noble:
    Born into nobility as a Samurai, he received a well balanced education as well as military training. He is literate and has read on a wide variety of subjects from medicine to philosophy. He is intimately familiar with politics, though he carries a massive disdain for them in general. However, though he was once the head of his clan, they oused him in dishonor

    A detailed list of things your character is good at. It should be noted that everyone in the group should be a skilled warrior in their field, so feel free to list combative skills here, but it would help to not only be useful in a fight. Specific fighting styles should be listed here.


Weaknesses
    A Vow:
    Yasuhiro has sworn to never wield a sword, ever again. Instead, he has resolved to devote himself to the path of peace, trying to solve life's problems with out violence. However, he is no fool, the knows the world doesn't work like that, so when push comes to shove, he will fight. But only to defend others and his life. For a weapon, and meditive purposes, he carries a khakkhara staff.

    Age:
    Whether he will admit it or not, he is getting on in years. However, careful training has kept his mind and body as sharp as ever.

    Temper:
    Though normally a kind and patient person, if he is ever pushed over the edge he explodes with fury. He also holds a grudge like no one else.

    Medicant:
    He owns very little and had no stable job, instead he wanders all over, relying on charitable donations and, unlike most monks, whatever menial work he can find. Straight out begging, he feels is beneath him. Not a very enviable life, but one he lives.

    Rōnin:
    As once a samurai, he is technically a rōnin as well as a monk. Even worse, he was once a very famous samurai. His actions, if not reasons, for abandoning his sword and his lord are well known. Most peasants would not reconize him, people of rank and importance in the northern cities would. While his status as a sensuō and the offical story that he "retired" keeps him from facing lawful arrest and or execution, many would be glad to see him dead for that and a number of reasons.


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@DeadbeatWalking Alright, I’ll do some more thinking then. Thank you for hearing me out.
@Crimson Raven I was mentioning that I'm not looking for cartoonish grit to provide an example for the other end of the realism spectrum, not as a reference to your sheet. Like I said, I think you should reread the OP, particularly the world and setting sections. None of the player characters should have magical powers.


Its not magic so much as a Demon’s power. Demons who’s existence are relevant to the greater plot. I’ve read the OP, and its not as clear as you are being here. Again, the purpose of it is not to give him cool powers, but a way to get over an otherwise crippling disbility in a short time, and develop him as a character.

But, I see that you are pretty adamantly against this, am I right?

Edit: if you say yes, I’ll drop it here.
@Crimson Raven Dark realism is applicable for the setting, but not cartoonishly gritty. Also, player characters should not have directly supernatural abilities or weapons.


Cartooishly gritty? Explain, please.

The last part is fair, and expected. Can I counter that he has less then a few months worth of experience with said power, allowing him to grow with it over the course of the RP? It was mainly intended as a way to get around his blindness. (Reason for it is, again, bound up in his story)

Edit: I appreciate you hearing me out. Thank you for that.

He was a fighter and survivalist first, then came the blindness. And it still impedes him in several ways. He can’t read. He can’t see color, he can’t “see” past a relativly short distance. (Like if a gunman was pointing at him, or a bow was fired, or even a rock thrown.

The reason for the sword is connected with his ability.

Edit 2: I could have done a better job of explaining his limits
@Crimson Raven In lieu of a longwinded review that makes the same overall point, I think it's best to just tell you that I don't think Kyogen is a good fit for the setting and tone. Reread the OP and give some of the accepted characters a look to get a feel for the tone I'm talking about, and then hit me with that application.


The tone you are looking for is dark but not black right? Realistic but with hints of supernatural?

Edit: I can make a case for you that he fits well, with in the themes and tones laid out in the OP. Most of it deals with his backstory.
And its done.

Check it and tell me what you think.

I would like to say right off the bat that if you don’t like anything about it, I am completely open to adjusting it, or, in extreme cases, starting again from scratch. (Though I would prefer not to, as this was a quite a bit of work, whew.)

I’m working on a theme, but I figured I could post it for review while I search around for one that I think fits.

Now without further adu



Edit: Okay, blegh. Doing some last minute formatting


He was something usual, something revolutionary, a peasant taken in and trained as a Samurai. This was die to his phenomenal skill with a sword, amd on the technicality that his many greats grand uncle was a samurai of some note at one point. As you can imagine, this planted seeds of hate in those that held to the superiority mindset. Even worse, Kyogen grew full of himself, and ironically grew arrogant himself. This contued for some years until a wealthy noble’s son, who kyo had wrong in the past, was passed over for a position guarding a shogan, a bery high honor. Instead, Kyo was chosen.

Less then a week after the decision was made, the scorned nobleman gathered his friends and men, and their men, and they ambushed Kyo. Against such odds he was subdued quickly. The official lie told is that bandits met him on the road, and while the nobleman rode to help, they were too late, Kyo had been killed, such a tragedy ect ect. No body was produced, and nobody cared. Well, most people.

Kyo was intead imprisoned in this man’s keep, and torchered. He had the character Haji (shame) carved into his forehead, and then he was shown a mirror. They carved his eyes out so the last thing he would ever see is the Haji carved into his forehead.

He was torchered brutally for months, but they were careful not to permanently harm him any more. They had something crueler in mind. They would let him go. A blind, starved man, dropped into the wilderness.

He survived by luck and a chance meeting with a demon that for an arrangement(undecided), would lend him power. Power for a certain purpose (undecided)

So then, in his shame, he took up the sword and a new name.
Color me interested.

I’ll get to work on a Character Sheet application
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