Daxam

The Hourglass Order

Fantastic! I'll get to work after I'm off of work lol

The Hourglass Order

I know I saw this a bit late, but if that spot's still open, I'd love to apply for it, once I've given all the information the proper once-over it deserves when I'm not fighting to keep my eyelids open, lol

Also, hello once again, @Force and Fury!

Relics of the War: A Gurren Lagann-inspired RP

Sorry for vanishing, I'll get back to work on my CS tomorrow after work!

Relics of the War: A Gurren Lagann-inspired RP

Perfect! I've got a character I'd love to see in this kinda setting!

Relics of the War: A Gurren Lagann-inspired RP

Is this still open?

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

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The sound of Juice's bomb going off was like the crack of a starting pistol and Vincent was the sprinter crouched at the starting line, eager to get the show on the road. Without hesitation, he threw himself over the edge of the pit, whooping as he fell toward the Lost below. He landed in a low crouch and slowly rose as the smoke cleared. He quickly took in the positions of the Lost around him, having landed more or less in the middle of the group. Looks like the blast got three of them, he thought. One of the Krugers laid to his left, missing one of its legs and there was an armless Lost almost directly in front of him. Just at the edge of his vision to his right, Vincent could also see an Edgelord missing an arm, its other, mangled arm barely holding onto its weapon. Other than that, two more in front of me and I'm assuming a couple more behind, he thought as the one-armed Edgelord charged, hardly able to raise its sword arm.

Vincent barely looked at the creature as he swung his right arm. The back of his fist connected with the flat side of the old, rusted sword first and the brittle metal shattered under the force of Vincent's almost casual strike. His fist continued onward and crashed into the side of the Edgelord's head, sending it flying into a pile of rubble, where it quietly began to dissipate, Vincent's strike and the prior explosion having done too much damage for it to keep itself together. "You guys better get down here or else I'll have all the fun!" he shouted up at his friends.

The two unharmed Kruger's chose that moment to leap at him from behind and Vincent's ear twitched as one of them sent a stone skittering as it jumped and he turned just in time to react. He sidestepped the first Kruger and delivered a straight kick into its side. As the Kruger landed a few feet away, Vincent turned toward the second one and greeted it with a heavy right straight to its face just before its claws could dig into his neck. While both hits connected solidly, Vincent only managed to put the second Kruger down for the count, but he didn't mind. "Can't let the fun end too quickly, he said to himself, grinning as if he were having the time of his life.

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Sean Anderson

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Sean smiled at Indigo as he watched them stand. Sean knew he wasn't exactly short, but it was hard to feel otherwise as he looked up at Indigo. "Ah, don't worry too much about it," Sean answered. "Thanks to my old job, I've met hundreds of people who were all in the same situation you're in. I've gotten good at being able to tell who's new to it and who isn't. As for giving you a tour, I don't mind, but..." He nodded over in Poppy and Desmond's direction as the latter walked away. As close as he was, he had been able to overhear Poppy mention something about training and told Indigo, "That might have to wait a bit. Seems Pops over there has something in mind."

When he noticed Indigo looking at his arm, he grinned and asked, "Like it? Made this model, myself. One of my first ones, actually, that's why it looks a bit...crude, I suppose you'd say." When they asked Sean if he was like the others, he shook his head and said, "Nope, still as human as the day I was born. Well, about 6.5% less, if you wanna be technical." He added the last part with a chuckle as he knocked his steel knuckles against the railing of the privacy curtain again. He slipped his hands into his pockets and let out a quiet sigh. "Tell you what. After we're done with whatever Poppy's got planned, I've got something I need to talk to her about. After I'm done with that, I'll give you that tour I promised you, then I'll answer all the questions you've got. I do have to warn you: it'll be a lot to take in and I won't lie, it might be pretty overwhelming."

He smiled again and held out his right hand to Indigo. "I'm Sean, by the way. We have a deal?"

Hosts: A Demon RP

This seems pretty interesting. I've got an idea for a Host of Wrath, but I peeked at the IC to see if anyone else was leaning toward that. Since I did see one person, I'm gonna give it a day or two to see what happens, but I will be getting to work on a CS in the meantime

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

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Vincent crouched by the edge of the pit, probably closer than he should be, especially as he leaned forward to get a better look. Down below, his sharp eyes could make out the forms of seven thralls. He had yet to familiarize himself with what their names were, but he could see a few with claws while the rest milled around, dragging swords along the ground. Off to the side, he could also see a hint of the mouth of a cave or a tunnel. As he inspected the pit from where he was, a surprisingly thoughtful expression on his face, he couldn't shake a nagging feeling that had taken root in the back of his mind ever since Renee told the group about it.

He rose to his feet and scratched the back of his head before he said, "I know I'm not exactly the brightest crayon in the toolshed, but something I've learned is to trust my instincts. Because of them, I haven't died, yet. Well, permanently, at least." He crossed his arms and turned toward his comrades as he added, "I've just got this kinda...hinky feeling, you know? I'm probably overthinking things, which is a weird and pretty uncomfortable feeling, but I thought it was worth mentioning, at least."

He then gave his trademark (over)confident smirk and added, "Anyway, boss, what's the plan? I'm not any less willing to knock some skulls just 'cause I've got some weird feeling."

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Sean Anderson

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Mentions: @dreamingflowers @Theyra @Force and Fury}

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The trapdoor in the telescope room opened as Sean resurfaced once more. He stretched his arms over his head, not for the first time pondering how strange it was that he still felt the need to stretch his artificial arm even after having had it for almost a decade, and rolled his neck. He had been hunched over his workbench for so long performing maintenance on one of his combat arms that his shoulders felt stiff. He still wasn't quite finished, though, the internal damage having been more extensive than he originally expected, so he still had one of his spare arms equipped. While it still had one or two weapons tucked away, he didn't consider it one of his combat models, given that it was on the heavier side.

Sean let out a quiet yawn and stepped out into the hall just in time to see Poppy and Desmond leave what he remembered as being Lysandra's room. He made a note to check in on her later, but for the time being, he felt as if he needed to check in on someone else a bit more. He walked down the hall, his hands in his pockets, as he inadvertently followed Poppy and Desmond toward the medical area, where he found the person he wanted to talk to sitting on a cot. Sean put on his best, friendliest smile as he approached the stranger from behind. He knocked his steel hand against the rail of the privacy curtain to get their attention. "Heya," he said, still wearing his easy smile. "You look like you have some questions. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm about as qualified to answer those questions as the next guy."

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

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As Vincent walked with his little group, plus Renee, he laced his fingers behind his head and looked around. In his travels, he had come across various communities a lot like this one, people trying their best to make a the best life they could in this hellish world, wary of newcomers. At least they're not trying to chase us off with those pitchforks, he mused, unfazed by the attention. Then again, they all probably know why we're here and that's the only reason they're not trying to run us through.

As they approached the shed, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. A few of the people who had been staring had gotten back to work, tending livestock or their gardens, but many of them were still staring warily at him and his friends. A smirk crossed his face as he turned around and placed a hand on his hip. He ran his other hand through his dark hair and called out, "Please, please, everyone, no need to be shy. I know it's not every day you see someone as perfectly handsome as me, but I promise, I won't bite." After a moment, he added with a wink, "Much." With that, he turned around and entered the shed, not noticing the grumbling or eyerolls behind him.

He walked over to where everyone was gathered around a table and peered over Akaia's shoulder as Renee told them where they were going. Hearing Akaia echo it, he let out a low whistle and said, "Cheery, as far as names go." He crossed his arms and confidently smirked as he added, "Well, in my experience, the more depressing a name a place has, the more fun I'll have. What're we looking at as far as enemies go?"

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Sean Anderson

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Sean had known the Commune long enough to know that when Poppy told one to do something, it was best if one listened, especially when she used that tone. He shouldered his pack and followed Desmond toward the observatory. Before he went inside, he saw Poppy disappear into the forest. He started to reach for the pistol holstered under his left arm, but after a moment, let his arm drop, that loose component in his arm clicking quietly as he did. If whoever Poppy found in the forest, assuming they were still there, decided to turn things violent, Sean knew he was better off trying to find someone else like Ajax. After all, he was only human and he didn't trust his aim enough to provide any meaningful contribution. He used a shotgun for a reason, after all.

Instead, he turned around and continued to follow Desmond inside. "Nice to meet you, Desmond. And you don't need to worry about finding a spot for me," Sean told him with an easy grin. "Unless anything's changed, Erik set aside a spot for me in the escape tunnel a couple of years back. Might be pretty dusty, but I should have a bed and a workshop down there."

As he led the way down the hall toward the telescope room, Sean noticed a door to his left was slightly ajar. The name on the door read "Desmond" and Sean caught a glimpse of someone laying in the bed. However, he knew better than just walking into someone's room, even if that someone was right next to him, so he resolved to talk to Desmond and Poppy about it later. This pack's getting kinda heavy, anyway, he thought as he and Desmond entered the room. He strode purposefully toward a crimson rug laying off to the side and pulled it away to reveal a trapdoor. He pulled it open and took in a deep breath. "Ah, smell that wonderful, stale, musty air," he told Desmond with a grin.

He dropped his pack into the hole and started to climb down the short ladder. After a couple of steps, he looked up at Desmond and said, "If anyone needs me, I'll be down here for a bit. I've got some work to do." That said, he dropped down to the floor and flipped a light switch. Bare lightbulbs flickered to life down the length of the tunnel as he shouldered his pack again and began to walk. He didn't go very far before he came to a wooden door on his right. He tried to open it, only to find it locked, and he let out a quiet curse as he dropped his pack again. He searched through the various pockets and pouches before he finally came across a ring of keys, then took a few more moments trying each key one at a time before he found the right one. "Suppose that's what I get for taking so long between visits," he muttered as he carried his pack into the room.

He flipped another switch and, once again, lights flickered to life, revealing a medium-sized room, the walls, floor, and ceiling of which were covered in plastic sheets to prevent dirt and other debris from accumulating. A table sat against the far wall, on top of which was a red metal toolbox, and to the left of it was stood a bookcase. Instead of books, however, the shelves held containers full of bits and pieces made of various materials. Against the wall to his right was a desk which had several computer monitors sitting on top of it, complete with a computer tower that sat below, jury-rigged with parts that Sean had scavenged from various systems, and a bed sat against the wall to his left. The most notable thing in the room, however, were the arms. There were three of them, each one a bionic prosthesis, held up by a set of hooks and wrapped securely in more plastic sheeting. Through the sheeting, it would be clear that, while each one was made of steel, each one looked different from the others.

He walked over to the workbench and pulled an arm off of the wall. This arm was the simplest out of the set, made only for when Sean wasn't planning on going out into the world. "Alright, let's get to work," he said as he shrugged his jacket off.

Guardians

Hey, sorry it's taking me so long to finish my sheets. My two characters know each other, so they're gonna have a shared biography and I'm just having a little bit of trouble figuring out what to write. I'll do my best to get it up tomorrow after I get home from work!