Daemyn Sterk

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

I'll try and join at a later date if I'm able to, I'd just need to change around the bio so that he wasn't in the jail with everyone. I've just ended up with a headache whenever I've tried to write out snippets for roleplays lately and I don't feel like I could produce much for awhile, and since this roleplay is just starting out I don't wanna delay it from shooting off by putting out a bunch of really late and sloppy posts. Best of luck to you all though, and I hope you all have a good time! :)

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Hey all of you, I'm gonna have to drop out of this roleplay. I'm sorry that I wasted your time by making an app, but now I just don't feel up for much roleplaying.

The Salem Academy of Magical Arts (Harry Potter-Esque)

I'm still here! :p

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Jason Karkeif, the most awesome half dwarf you

Character Name: Jason Karkeif

Species: Half Dwarf

Species description: Half dwarves aren't in fact as short as their pure origins, often standing just slightly below an average human.They tend to be rather broad and stocky, and are a bit more naturally strong than a human. The bones of a half dwarf are strong and sturdy, able to withstand much more impact without damage, this also goes for their thick skulls. While half dwarves don't grow facial hair at even a fraction of the speed a dwarf does, they still have trouble with keeping it in check, even the females. Due to their solid structure, half dwarves lack the agility gifted to other races. Their appearance is usually similar to the average human. Half dwarves inherit the huge appetites of pure dwarves, able to take on 5-10 times the nourishment that humans can.

Gender: Male

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
-Eating - Jason has a monstrous appetite, even in comparison to dwarves, and he can take on anything you throw at him.
-Trading/Bartering - Jason has a knack for the arts of trading, able to knock down the price of merchandise with a stubborn tongue and a bit of cleverness.
-Strength - Jason is quite strong from repeated hefting and heavy lifting, he's able to carry a good weight around.
-Hand-to-Hand Combat - Due to numerous fights that Jason started in defense of his honor, he's developed quite a skill for hand-to-hand combat.
-Endurance - Jason's body is well-suited for extended physical exertion, and he's able to keep up work for a long period of time.
-Stubborn - Jason's hard-headed and won't stop his efforts until he has what he wants, high will-power and doesn't give up.

Background: Jason's story started long ago, on the day his parents met. His mother was a dwarven trader, who traveled for a living selling her wares. Jason's father was a human soldier at the Eblistan Citadel, brash and unwavering. It was one fateful day in a tiny rundown bar residing in Eblistan that the two met, both of them taking to spirits after a long day of work. The kindred souls were immediately attracted to each other despite their racial differences, and soon developed feelings for each other. Jason's mother stopped her entire caravan purely to get to know the man better, and it only developed from there. It was the day that the dwarf came to tell Jason's father of the child within her when the man was sent deployed in a skirmish against the elves on the borders. Jason's mother waited for day after day for the man's return, but he never came back.

Jason was born nine months later, no complications rather than his broad size. He was a giggling and cheery baby, always off on his own adventures, and this continued throughout his childhood. Jason's mother went back to trading after her husband's death, resulting in the two often travelling, never staying in one place for too long. Jason was often made fun of by other children met across his travels, which often ended with the perpetrators obtaining broken noses and blackened eyes. Jason's life continued like this, which gifted him with a broad view of the world they lived in. Everything was well until the boy reached the tender age of fifteen.

Throughout his life of trading, Jason and his mother made recurring visits to a certain fief out in the Eblistan plains. Jason developed romantic feelings for a girl of the same age that resided on the land, the two often sneaking away to be alone together. Jason often urged his mother to make trips to the land, resulting in her guessing the nature of their relationship. She smiled and laughed at the thought, though warned Jason about the girl's father. He was a greedy and highly racist man, only agreeing to trade with Jason's mother because of the fine wares that could only be obtained from the hands of dwarves. Jason promised to take caution in their relationship, but it wasn't long until the man caught the two sharing a tender kiss in the shade of a tree.

The noble yelled, screaming for Jason to leave the property and never come back. Seeing the man grab the girl by the hair and yank her toward him, Jason flew into a rage and attacked the noble. Getting caught up in his anger, Jason halted to see the man bloodied and beat on the ground, but still living. Jason turned and fled, going to tell his mother of the events that had occurred. The girl's father, vindictive and full of anger at the half dwarf, sent his men to burn and sack their wagon. On their way off the land, the wagon was pillaged and destroyed, along with Jason's mother, who was killed after brandishing a knife and stabbing one of the men. Crushed and ruined after the death of his mother and the destruction of their business, Jason tried to seek comfort from the noble's daughter, ultimately resulting in her decision to agree with her father's wishes.

Jason made his way back to the Eblistan Citadel on foot, weighed down by grief and despair. He felt like giving up, and he almost did, but his stubborn pride was what kept him from it. Pushing past his despair-riddled mind, Jason took out a loan and bought a couple horses and a wagon, deciding to start up his own business to survive. Making his way back to the Dwarven lands, Jason stocked up his wares and started his new life of trading, alone. A new life was before him, and he would make the best of what he had and start anew.

This life lasted another two years, and Jason soon shed the despair that had encircled him. Business was a boom, and Jason had soon accumulated enough funds to pay back his debt and build himself a little house out in the wilderness. Everything was going well, until Jason was unknowingly caught up in trading with a treasonous group set on usurping the powers of the land. When trading with the group, soldiers managed to track them down and capture all participants, including Jason. He was deemed a traitor, and now is in the dungeon awaiting his fate.

Appearance: Short and stocky, Jason stands at a height of 5'4. He's broad and strong, and rather solid. Jason wears his red-orange hair at a medium length that hangs down past his ears. His hair is curly and untamable, always messy and disoriented. Has a rather large nose that looks as if its been broken a few times, resulting in it being quite crooked. Jason has brown eyes. His arms and legs are short, and Jason is long-waisted. Broad-shouldered. His eyes always have a curious, and mischievous glint to them.

Reason for Detainment: Treason

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

I'd be interested

Titanfall Roleplay

So, I've been looking into the lore of Titanfall, and I've found some pretty exciting ideas that would be awesome to roleplay. If you've never heard of Titanfall, it's a video game with giant mechanic titans piloted by elite, highly augmented soldiers. There's a lot more too it, obviously, but it's hard for me to explain thoroughly. A lot of the lore is left blank, but there's enough to give a kick off and for interesting roleplay. Pilots go through rigorous training with only a 98% survival rate, which means only the most elite soldiers can pass through with a certain amount of luck. Doesn't sound easy, right? Well, I'd like to roleplay the training, the augmentation of the soldiers, their personal titans, and things like that. Anyone interested?

Attack on Titan: Corruption and Oppression

Isra hesitated, his hand hovering mere inches from the doorknob. Anxiety bubbled through him as he thought of the expression that would appear on his father's face when Isra explained to him that he would be leaving. Would he be glad, or indifferent? Isra squished down the hope that flowed up when he thought of his father being worried about his choice to join the training corps. From the start he knew that he wasn't wanted, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow. Isra didn't want to accept that his father only took care of him for the sake of his own reputation.

Finally reaching the courage that he required, Isra slipped his hand around the doorknob and pushed the door inwards. The light of the room revealed a huge figure perched upon a red velvet chair, his stubby fingers covered in a thick syrup as he shoved an unknown item of food down his throat. The nobleman didn't respond much to Isra's appearance, merely glancing towards the boy, then going back to chewing his food with an open mouth. Isra stood in the doorway, his light frame contrasting greatly to the pig of a man before him. Doubt enveloped him as he opened his mouth to speak, and he stopped himself, staring dumbly at his father. The nobleman turned, contempt displayed across his features as he stared down Isra. "Well boy, speak!"

Isra opened his mouth, finally managing a simple, "I'm joining the training corps." Fear coursed through him as he tried to gauge his father's response, but the man's expression remained as it was. Slow moments passed as they each stared at each other, then, finally, the nobleman looked back to his food. No response came, the silence stretching on. Finally, his patience gone, Isra spoke again, "W-...Well?" This time when his father looked up from the food, his mouth opened in response. "Well, what is it you want from me, boy? You've been nothing but trouble for me from the start, and the only thing I have to say is good riddance." The man said blatantly, turning once more back to his meal.

Isra turned himself around and stormed out of the room, hiding the emotions that splayed across his face. It had gone exactly as he knew it would, and he was stupid to think otherwise. But nevertheless, it still hurt. The one person who had raised him, took care of him to some extent, and was his father, was glad that his son was leaving. Isra always was lousy at keeping his emotions in, and soon tears were running down his face. Depression settled across him as he went to his room, but overwhelming that was burning hot rage. Rage for everything, the man that was his father, his silly hopes that he perhaps cared, and these god damned fancy suits!

Isra stood over the burning pile of cloth, satisfaction showing on his tear-stained face. He'd always wanted to get rid of these damned suits with their frizzy bows and their embellished buttons, but he had always feared upsetting his father. Now it didn't matter, why would he care about his father's emotions? Though, Isra still felt a twinge of shame as he looked down upon the burning cloth, all of it worth enough to feed a poor family for an entire year. But somehow it symbolized freedom, his escape from this damned stuffed up life of greed. He would not regret this, he decided.

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Isra arrived to the training camp just in time to see the new trainees dismissed to their cabins. Examining them all thoroughly, Isra noticed how much more well-built and athletic most of them were compared to him. He had never done much major exercise, he may of climbed trees and done a lot of exploring, though that hardly improved his body as much as true exercise. Poofy dress suits and waltzing around at fancy balls didn't help his case much either. And above all else, Isra lacked the natural body required to excel as a soldier. He was a flimsy boy, his shoulders were narrow and sloping, and his arms and legs stood out like twigs. Isra stood at around 5'9 in height, and was accompanied by long legs and a short torso. The only thing that sorta helped was his long arms, he could maybe reach a coffee cup at a farther distance than another, if that counted as a talent.

As Isra made his way into the cabins along with the others, he settled down on an empty bunk. He was still a bit upset about earlier which was accompanied by a whopping headache, he didn't really feel like socializing at the moment. Heading over to the uniforms, Isra started searching through the piles for an outfit that matched his form. After a few moments of frustrating fits, Isra finally settled on a set that fit him, though was a bit baggy on him. That little worry didn't upset him too much, and anyways, now he was here. Free to start a new life and begin his career in the military. He would make a difference in this world, and he knew that he could help humanity escape from its confines and be free. Isra would change the world, he knew so.

Attack On Titan/SNK: Blades of Retribution

Lethe's heart slammed his chest as he stood at salute, cold fear coursing through his veins. This was the choice that he'd always knew would come, and Lethe had long ago decided his decision. Now that he was actually faced with the options of the three military brigades, his resolve had melted. Since the moment he had been taken from the cruel underground city, the survey corps had always been Lethe's choice. He had longed for the freedom above the underground, but Lethe had quickly realized that he had no more than he had under the ground. No one would have true freedom until the walls were abolished and the titans were destroyed. But did he really have the courage required to choose freedom over a safe life in the inner walls?

With a start, Lethe realized that he was shaking. Why the hell would he be shaking, he already knew where he needed to be! But why did the choice have to be so hard? And a leisure life serving the king did sound quite alluring... Lethe took a small step towards the Military Police group, safety. But it was that one step that caused him to falter, and he stopped himself. Lethe examined all of the cheery trainees ready to give themselves to the king rather than help pull humanity from the pit that it lie in, was he really one of them?

He wasn't. Lethe realized. He never would be. And with shaky steps, Lethe pulled himself towards the group of the potential Survey Corps. Fear started to envelop the boy, but there was one thing that overwhelmed it - pride. This was who he was, and this is where he belonged. Humanity would have their freedom, and he would try his hardest to make sure that the walls wouldn't be their prison. Still shaking, Lethe straightened into a salute and stared directly at the officer of the Survey Corps, fierce pride burrowing away his fear. Humanity didn't cower away from the titans, and neither would he. He would fight.

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After the groups were dismissed, Lethe followed behind the crowd heading toward the barracks, albeit at a distance. Being among a group made him feel quite claustrophobic, and it was hard for him to handle. Once he was in the barracks, Lethe politely chose a bunk away from others, choosing the lower one and settling down onto it. This was it, his training was almost over and soon his new life would start. Soon he would be outside the walls, free from the confines of this cage. Whether it took 1 year or a 100, humanity would be free, and he'd fight until his last to make sure of that.

Attack on Titan: Corruption and Oppression

Yeah, I could probably have him from Stohess and have the nobleman be of a lesser caliber. According to the Wikia, there's 200,000 residents in wall Mitras, and I dunno if they're all residents of the king, haha. Though yeah, a lesser caliber noble would actually be pretty neat. Maybe he was stuck in Stohess due to his family being just below the inner city budget, but still being quite wealthy. The nobleman could still have some associates within the inner city, which still means Isra was dragged to fancy balls and parties and the such. I'll go ahead and edit it and add in the bit, thanks!

Edit: Done! Just had to change a word here, sentence there. xD

Attack on Titan: Corruption and Oppression

Oh dang, I forgot rule number 5! I swear I read through them all, but I wrote up the app right after and it completely slipped my mind when I posted it. I'll edit it real quick...

And does that mean I'd need to change the district and edit my bio if you're not allowing Mitras?