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Current Just saw Sonic 3. Looking forward to the next one, already lol
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I found out that Peter Cullen, the voice of Eeyore and Optimus Prime, himself, also provided the vocalizations for the Predator in the first movie. What can't that man do?
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I'm more excited for six days off of work than I am for the birthday I have that week
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Chime just told me my balance has seen better days. Yeah, I get it, I'm poor
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Just finished the last three episodes of Arcane. It was a good finale, but I think I'll need to sleep on it to really figure out how I feel about it
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Welcome to Hell (AKA, the mind of an idiot)

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Interactions: Rain @FunnyGuy Zatara @Crimson Flame Comms



Talos had found a comfortable perch on top of a desk and sat there, elbow on his knee and his head in his hand, bored out of his mind. He had been eager to get out there and show what he was made of, but most of the mission, he had either been flying around or sitting around, having only gotten to get his hands dirty twice. He let out a sigh and was about to ask Zatara if he wanted to play poker, figuring that the magician had to have a deck of cards on him, when he heard Metamorph speak over the comms, at least until he was cut off by something. However, he had said enough for Talos, who hopped off of the desk gleefully. "Well, if the boss-man said to start moving up, then far be it from me to ignore him," he said as he cracked his neck before moving toward the stairs. "Race you up there, Rain! And good luck with the civvies, Zatara!"

Before either could stop him, Talos had started bounding up the stairs, three at a time. He listened to Pei’s report and wondered for a brief moment where Metamorph could be before he figured the guy could take care of himself. As much as he wanted to burst through the door to the second floor, Talos found himself slowing as he reached the landing. Thoughts of the hostages flooded his mind as he stopped in front of the steel fire door and rested his hand on it. The only thing that seemed capable of reigning him in was the thought of not wanting to be the one responsible for any of them getting hurt. ”Dammit…” he muttered as he opened a small peephole in the door and peeked through. ”Hope the next mission will let me cut loose more.”

When he didn’t see anyone through the small opening, Talos gently pushed the door open and slipped through. After making sure the door closed quietly, Talos turned, only to nearly bump noses with a bola gun-toting thug as he turned a corner. ”Evening,” he greeted before he sprung into action.

Before he could react, Talos closed the remaining distance between the two of them and clamped his hand around his mouth. He placed a foot behind the thug's heel and pushed, forcing him onto his back, hard. Steel leapt from the young hero’s back and curled around the criminal’s wrists and ankles, binding them together as another strip wrapped around his mouth. He let the thug go and wrenched his weapon out of his hands before he radioed his team, ”Talos, here. Just took down one of the guys on the second floor, not sure if there’s anyone else up here.” After a moment, he added in a tone that showed even he was surprised with himself, ”And…I don’t think they know I’m here…?”



The wind blew gently, fluttering Luna’s cloak as she walked up the path through the forest. She had left the town behind a while ago, so the only sounds around here were those of the rustling leaves, chirping birds, and whatever happened to be scampering through the undergrowth. She had been walking in the direction the young boy had indicated, not having any other leads, when her sharp ears picked up the sounds of laughter a bit deeper. She walked over one last rise and found herself facing the bandit’s hideout.

It was situated in the middle of a large clearing. Ramshackle buildings that appeared to be made from the remains of old boats and ships dotted the clearing, men and women, at least a couple dozen, walking in, out, and between them. A few campfires burned and the smell of cooking food made Luna’s mouth water and her stomach growl, but she resisted it. She was here for a reason, after all.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of leather gloves, the backs of which were plated with steel. She pulled them on as she closed the distance between her and the bandits. As they began to notice her, she called out, ”Alright, I’ve had a pretty shitty day, but I’ll give you all a chance! You’ve got two choices! Make it nice and easy, bring out your boss, and I’ll only have to kick the snot out of one of you! Or, you can make this fun for me!”

The bandits all rose to their feet, brandishing various weapons. One of them, a huge, heavyset man strode up to Luna, a club hoisted over his shoulder. “Big talk, comin’ from such a little thing,” he said as he bent over. “We’ll give you a chance to take your words back and go back the way you came before things get ugly.”

Luna scrunched up her nose at the man’s breath and waved her hand in front of her face as she said, ”Trust me, buddy, with you, things are already plenty ugly.”

The man’s face twisted up in anger and, with surprising quickness despite his size, he brought his club down, the ground cracking under the blow and kicking up a cloud of dust. When it cleared, his eyes widened when he saw Luna still standing, having side-stepped the attack. ”Not bad…but not good enough.”

Luna twisted and threw a punch into the man’s stomach. Despite his ‘natural padding,’ he felt the blow deeply, as if someone had fired a cannonball into his stomach. The blow sent him flying back until he crashed into one of the dilapidated huts, bringing the rest of it down on top of him. Everyone else, eyes practically popping out of their heads, slowly turned from the collapsed building back toward Luna, who was rubbing her knuckles. She glared at each one in turn and simply asked, ”Who’s next?”

With that, the rest of them charged with a furious roar, which Luna greeted with a grin. She sidestepped a stab from a dagger and drove her knee into the assailant’s stomach before she pivoted on her heel and slammed her shin into the side of another’s head. She caught the wrist of an attacker coming from her left, gripping it tightly enough to feel his bones grind together in her hand. With a yell, she used the man as a weapon, swinging him into a group of three bandits before she threw him into another.

Her ears twitched and she could feel the presence of someone else behind her, but she didn’t react fast enough before she felt them grab her hood from behind. They yanked it down, exposing her snowy hair and canid ears. Electro suddenly flashed from her body, electrifying them before she spun around and connected a haymaker with the side of their head. She turned her attention to another bandit and raised an Electro-enhanced fist, ready to drive it into their face.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!

The command was delivered with such authority that everyone stopped where they were, Luna, included. She turned toward the largest building, which seemed to serve as a kind of headquarters, where a massive, bearded mountain of a man stood. His curly, black beard was bushy enough that Luna would be almost convinced that the hair that used to be on top of his head simply migrated to his jaw. A large scar ran from his eyebrow toward the back of his head, as if someone had dug an axe into his skull at some point. He had proper armor, a steel breastplate made of layered plates with matching shoulder guards, though the dents and scratches showed its age. In fact, now that Luna had calmed down some, she noticed that many of his men wore the same thing or something similar. Their armor was even in the same shape as his. “I take it you’re the reason why my men haven’t returned, yet?” he growled in a voice that sounded like a landslide.

Luna thought for a moment, then remembered the two that accosted her back at the bar. ”Ohh, you must mean Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass. Yeah, they were bugging me, so I showed them why that was a bad idea. And you can tell me whose bodies you looted all this equipment off before or after I kick your ass.”

Rather than get angry or take a swing at her, the man took Luna by total surprise: he laughed. It was a genuine belly laugh, one that was almost contagious, made even more so by the fact tears of joy were streaming down his face. He wiped his face and said, sniffling, “Boy, you’ve definitely changed. I remember when you were this shy little thing, hiding behind your mother’s legs.”

Before Luna could ask what he meant, the man suddenly kneeled, as did his men, or at least the ones dressed like him, to the surprise of everyone else. The man then said something she never thought she’d hear, his voice quivering with emotion.

“I’ve been dreaming of this day for years. We are at your command, Princess Luna Nox.”
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.

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