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Welcome to Hell (AKA, the mind of an idiot)

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At the very latest, I'll get a post up by Monday, since that's my day off. Appreciate the reminder, @Pacifista!

This is actually the first OP RP I've ever been a part of (though, I do have a private one in the works with my friend), so I guess Sol (who probably won't be appearing for a while) and Luna would technically be my first OP characters. They were originally created as characters for a RWBY RP the same friend and I started, which never went anywhere, but I fell in love with the characters and I've been using them as much as I possibly can.

Here are a couple of pictures I've commissioned of them, one of which being their original reference!

Warning, large image.

Not as large, but still big.


Corona Island, North Blue


”You’ve gotta be kidding me. Three days?!”

“Sorry, miss, but that’s the soonest I can promise the work will be done,” the old shipwright said apologetically. “I’ve got other, more pressing commissions I gotta finish first. Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?”

”Don’t worry about it,” Luna grumbled as she gave the shipwright his money, cutting the remaining funds she received from the two bounties she turned in by half. She had been about to set sail again, but couldn’t find her boat, only to realize it was half-submerged due to a crack in the hull. She was already a week behind and she really didn’t want to waste anymore time, but it seemed like she didn’t have a choice.

She left the shipyard with a sigh. Without anything better to do, she decided to walk around town, her cloak fluttering in the wind as she walked. Corona Island was known best for its seemingly perpetually sunny weather and the beautiful beach just to the west of the harbor, to which visitors loved to flock. Luna wandered through the decently-sized town, side-stepping running children as they played, unable to resist smiling despite her sour mood. She had always had a soft spot for kids and they never failed to lift her spirits.

“Today marks the 15th anniversary of the fall of the Nychthemeron Empire.”

She suddenly stopped and turned her attention toward a nearby outdoor bar. Some patrons were gathered around a table, upon which a Transponder Snail sat, the voice it mimicked deep and smooth. “Can you believe that, folks? The mighty Day-and-Night Empire, at the height of their power, brought to heel by the World Government over the span of just three days, thanks to an anonymous tip that they were preparing for an open rebellion. Nearly half a million Legionnaires and who knows how many Sicarii, yet none of that could stand up to the Marine’s Admirals or their firepower. From what I hear, even the young prin…”

The man’s voice faded as Luna stormed away, her fists clenched in barely contained rage as she resisted the urge to smash the poor snail. She didn’t stop walking until she was able to regain her composure and by then, the sun had started to touch the horizon. ”Guess I should find somewhere to sleep for the next couple of nights,” she muttered to herself.

She started to walk back toward the harbor in search of an inn, only to stop when she felt something tugging on her cloak. She turned, her fist raised, thinking that some of the thug’s friends wanted to pay her back, only to see no one there. She felt the tug again and looked down to see a young boy looking up at her. He was about five or six, yet small for his age. His hair was a black, curly mop and he looked up at her with small, black eyes. Luna sighed with a smile and crouched in front of him. ”Hey, kid,” she said gently, ”think you should be heading home? It’s starting to get late.”

“Miss, are you strong?” the boy asked, surprising Luna. Before she could answer, the boy said, “I, I saw what you did to those guys…and the bar. Are you really that strong?”

Luna gave the boy a smile. ”Yeah, I suppose you could say I am,” she said, slipping her arm out from inside her cloak to flex it, though the sleeve from the black leather coat she wore underneath covered her arm. Her arm returned to the confines of her cloak as she asked, ”Why do you wanna know?”

The boy was quiet for a few moments. “There are some bad men in the mountains,” he eventually said. “My mama tells me they showed up a few years ago, after the Nicky Empire fell and they couldn’t protect us. They come to our house and take all of our money and food.” Tears appear in the child’s eyes as he adds, “Papa tried to stand up to them and they…they…”

”Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Luna said as she patted the boy’s head. ”I think I can guess what happened. You want me to knock some sense into them, don’t you?”

The boy nodded and Luna gave him a reassuring smile. She stood up and asked, ”Do you know what direction they come from?” The boy nodded and, wiping his eyes with one hand, pointed to the east, toward the mountains behind the town. Luna nodded and said, ”Alright, you go home, now. And tell your mom she doesn’t have to worry about the bad men anymore.”

The boy nodded and hurried off. Luna stood there, watching him until he was out of sight, then turned toward the direction he pointed. Electro arced off of her body until she managed to calm her anger, if only barely. ”Perfect. I needed something to punch.”




Character Description: Like her Mink father, Luna’s very honest with her feelings and wears her heart on her sleeve. If she likes you, you’ll know it. If she doesn’t, she’ll still let you know, either with an insult or her fist in your face, depending on how irritated she is. More like her mother, she has a fiery personality and while it usually doesn’t take much to make her angry, she tends to be more patient with people she’s close to, if only marginally. To her friends, she’s fiercely loyal and won’t hesitate to put herself in harm’s way if it means keeping them safe. The fact that she can have fun in a good fight is icing on the cake, as far as she’s concerned.



Character Goals: My goal for writing Luna is to provide a story primarily driven by character development, both in terms of skills and how Luna acts and reacts to the world around her. Her story is meant to be one of love and, together with Sol’s, of loss and the price of vengeance. Just like her name implies, her story is meant to be one side of the same coin shared with Sol’s.



Organization: Adventurer, making ends meet by hunting bounties.

Starting Sea: North Blue

Relations:

Aurora Nox: Mother (Deceased)

Comet Nox: Father (Deceased)

Sol Luminos: Her target

Marcus Istria: Ally, former Prefect of the First Cohort from the Nychthemeron Legion (Deceased)

Galen: Ally, ship's doctor and former public physician

Rufus: Ally, second-in-command of the First Cohort and navigator

Aquila: Ally, sniper and armorer

More relations to come as the story progresses.



Special Abilities: Luna’s canid ears aren’t just for show, as her hearing and sense of smell are much better than the average person’s. While her sight isn’t much better than average, she’s capable of seeing better in the dark. Her claim to fame, however, is her incredible strength, which suits her barehanded fighting style perfectly.

Thanks to the Mink blood running through her veins, she’s also capable of using Electro, though it isn’t as potent as a full-blooded Mink’s. She’s also capable of going into her Sulong form. In this form, her physical abilities and Electro strengthen. Like with full-blooded Minks, this form can only be achieved once a month during a clear, full moon night and if she maintains it too long, it’ll increase her fatigue, eventually killing her. Her father had trained her in using Sulong, but because she uses it so infrequently, the threat of her losing control is always present. And due to her being only half-Mink, her endurance for Sulong isn’t as great as a full-blooded Mink’s would be.

The Way of Lunara is a fighting style passed down through her family. While Luna’s well-versed in several forms of hand-to-hand combat, thanks to her father, her mother’s side of the family has a special fighting style that emphasizes stealth and precision. An assassin’s way of fighting that reduces the user's presence, rendering them virtually invisible to all but the most perceptive people. Luna only uses this fighting style when the situation calls for it, not only due to how it clashes with how she usually likes to handle things, but since it’s a means specifically meant to kill, she doesn’t like how it makes her feel.



Sample Post:

The young woman walked into the bustling tavern, a cloak pulled around her body and a hood pulled over her head. She took a few moments to scan the room, taking in the scent of stale alcohol and the smoke that hung in the air like a hazy ceiling, accompanied by the raucous laughter of a man who had just won the pot in a card game he was playing with other patrons. Whenever she thought of the word ‘seedy,’ she usually imagined a place similar to this and couldn’t help but chuckle at what it might mean that they tended to be her favorite places.

She turned her focus back toward the bar and approached leisurely. She seemed relaxed, but underneath her cloak, her body was like a wound spring; while she won’t throw the first punch, she won’t hesitate to throw the second…or third…or fourth…

She leaned against the bar and waited patiently for the bartender to finish with a customer before he walked over to her. “What’ll it be, miss?” he asked politely.

The woman said nothing as she pulled a picture out of her pocket and slid it on the countertop. It was a sketch done by someone on the last island she had visited, one of a young man with long, dark hair and a serious expression. ”I’m looking for this guy,” she said. ”I heard he was headed this way, probably would’ve shown up about a week or two ago?”

The bartender picked up the picture and studied it for a few moments. “Ah, right, the Navy captain,” he said as he handed the picture back. “There were a few girls in town pining for him, but he was either blind to not notice or didn’t care. I’m still hearing grumbles about it, truth be told.” When he saw that the woman didn’t seem to care about idle gossip, he added, “He was here about a week ago, but you missed him. He and his men headed east, if I’m not mistaken.”

”Damn,” the cloaked woman growled. At the last island, she was only a couple of days behind him, but a storm had delayed her departure. The gap widens yet again. After a moment, she said, ”Gar--Thanks, anyway. I guess I’ll grab a beer before I leave. Some food, too, I’m starving.”

She tossed some money onto the counter and took a seat on a stool as the bartender busied himself with her order. As she waited and pondered her next move, she felt an arm rest across her shoulders. “Hey, gorgeous, how’s about you let me and my pal buy you a drink?”

The woman glanced over at the large, obviously drunk man who stood to her right and had to turn away as his breath made her sensitive nose wrinkle. There was one other man to her left, she noticed, tall and lean, the kind who looked like he’d blow over in a stiff wind. His breath wasn’t much better. ”Sorry, pal, you’re too late. Already paid. Besides…” A silver eye bore into the first man’s eyes from under her hood as she shrugged off his arm and added, ”I’m already in a sour mood. If you don’t wanna make it worse, why don’t you and Stretch go bother someone else?”

The men stared at her with wide eyes before their faces twisted in drunken anger. “The hell’s wrong with you, turning down our kindness like that?” the first man’s friend spoke up, his voice high-pitched. Whether his voice was higher from anger or it was just like that, the woman had to stifle a laugh, which only made him angrier. “I’ll give you something to laugh at!” he said as he reached out and took hold of her cloak.

Electricity suddenly sparked from her body and ran up the man’s arm. He quickly let go, pulling her hood down, and stumbled backward before tripping over his feet, his legs having gone numb from the shock. He quickly recovered and opened his mouth to shout some obscenity, only for it to die in his throat as the woman rose to her feet.

Luna Nox tilted her head left, then right, cracking her neck. Her wolven ears perked up and twitched as, under her cloak, her tail swayed back and forth. ”Welp, I didn’t wanna make a scene, but who knows?” Her silver eyes glinted with excitement as cracked her knuckles, Electro arcing with each crack. ”Some exercise might pull me out of this slump.”



Luna whistled jauntily as she walked down the street, palming a sack of money. ”Who’d’ve thought that those guys had bounties on them? They weren’t worth a whole lot, but I was able to pay for the damages to the bar and I’ve still got enough leftover for supplies,” she said with a grin.

She stopped and looked up at the azure sky with a sigh. ”I’ll catch up one of these days,” she quietly said. ”No matter how long it takes, no matter what I have to go through, I’ll find you, Sol. Count on it.” She turned on her heel and pulled her hood back over her head as she walked toward the port, her singular goal like a tailwind caught in her sail, always pushing her forward.

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Just got home from work, I'll get my CS started later on tonight! I've already got a character in mind with a decent outline for their plot!
Gotcha! I'll be looking forward to the OOC!
I don't normally join advanced RP's, but this sounds like too much fun to pass up. Are we allowed multiple characters?




Interactions: Rain @FunnyGuy Zatara @Crimson Flame




As Rain fell to his side in a coughing fit that sounded incredibly genuine, drawing the attention of the robbers toward him and away from the hostages, Vincent slowly moved away from the group and circled around. As he did, he inspected his weapon, seemingly admiring the shiny casing. In reality, he was using his power to search for anything made of steel or even simple iron on the inside, anything he could use to tamper with them. He could feel, in a way he couldn't quite explain, that there wasn't much he could work with and the fact that he didn't know how the weapon even worked didn't help much. Maybe the trigger assembly? he thought, having decided to focus on the one thing that seemed familiar.

It was then that one of the robbers had noticed Vincent had started to wander. He glanced back at Rain, then walked over to Vincent. He put a hand on the young hero's shoulder and opened his mouth, probably to ask what was going on with the guy on the ground, when Vincent reacted. The instincts that had kept him alive on the streets and in the ring kicked into gear as Vincent pulled away from the man, spinning on the ball of his left foot. In the same motion, he grabbed the muzzle of the weapon he held with his right arm and, using the momentum of his spin, he swung the weapon into the side of the criminal's head. He fell to the ground, unconscious, and Vincent stood above him, still gripping his weapon like a club.

He looked up from the unconscious criminal back to his friends and the two thugs as they stared, seemingly stunned by the sudden attack. "Oops..." Vincent said with a shrug. Just then, the building shook, as if a blast had gone off on one of the upper floors. Vincent’s wings burst out of the back of his shirt before molding themselves to his arms, essentially becoming form-fitting, arm-length gauntlets as he readied himself to fight. ”Everything good up there?” he asked into his earpiece.





Interactions: Rain @FunnyGuy Zatara @Crimson Flame



Before Vincent moved to check on the guards, he turned to the steel plate on the ground, still tangled up in the sparking threads that had been fired at him. He held his hand out and the plate liquified before jumping toward Vincent's palm, leaving the threads behind. It slithered along his arm and returned to his back, covering his implant once more in a steel shell. Only when he had his steel back did Vincent check on the cops, crouching down and patting their cheeks to make sure they were still alive. "Looks like they're all still kicking," he said as he rose after checking the last one.

He had been about to take to the sky again when he heard Meta's voice over the comms. Vincent listened as their leader for the mission gave instructions to the different groups and waited for him to give him specific orders. When none came, he shrugged and said to Rain and Zatara, "I guess I'm gonna stick with you guys. Let's get this show on the road!"

Vincent had been about to charge through the door, only to stop when Zatara started to speak. He was already a bit miffed that Viktor had taken out the other thugs while he was busy with the one he had trapped under the car door, but he quickly became annoyed when Zach cast an illusion on him, giving him the same outfit the other thieves were wearing. "You've gotta be kidding," he grumbled as he shouldered his weapon, one of the electrified bola guns that had been used on him not too long ago. "I'm not cut out for this sneaking around crap. I'll play along for now, but if things go sideways, I'm cutting loose."




Vincent let out a frustrated growl as he continued to circle the building. He felt like a vulture, circling dying prey, when in reality, he wanted to be the predator rather than the scavenger. He knew his job was important, but as he listened to the comms, he knew that Alisa and her team were getting closer to the security room. Not only that, but it looked as if Viktor and Zach were giving him the perfect excuse to -- or, rather, needed his help. "If you guys have it handled from here, I'm gonna go back up Rain and Zatara," he said as he already began to bank toward the rear of the building. He came around just in time to see one of the robbers go down, clutching his face as blood poured from his broken nose. Two of the robbers took aim and fired at Viktor as the driver took aim at Zach from behind the cover of the van's door.

Vincent tucked his wings in and dove toward the scuffle, an excited grin plastered on his face as he began to feel the familiar rush of adrenaline flow through his veins. He acted instinctively and landed between the driver and Zach, facing toward his ally, just as the robber fired off his weapon. Vincent's wings combined to form a large shield on his back just before the rounds connected. Vincent opened his mouth to tell Zach he had it from there when he suddenly felt an electric shock shoot through his body. The rounds had slammed against his shield harmlessly enough, but Vincent had no way of knowing they were electrified. The current flowed easily through the steel shield on his back and into his body, locking his muscles in place.

His first concern, despite how difficult it was to think, was his implant: he had no idea if it was protected against electricity like this. If it fried, what would happen to him? Thinking quickly, he detached the steel plate that had been his wings from his back, letting it land on the ground with a loud *clang*. He took a moment to regain himself, now that the electricity no longer seized his body. As he stood up, he turned toward the driver and growled, "You shouldn't have done that."

The robber tried to take aim, but Vincent was just a bit faster. He dashed forward and slammed a hardened fist against the open door. In the same moment, he used his power once to liquify the steel hinge, then again to send the door flying against the robber who had been using it as cover until just a moment ago.
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