Duoya

Margrail Duel School (A Yu-Gi-Oh RP)

@1Charak2
This guy may be a little bad, I rushed and have had a bit of writer's block the past week. Other than that, this guy okay?

John Sharp

Appearance

Johnathon wears the school uniform, but whenever he is wearing his casual wear, he wears a white shirt, black vest, dress pants and black dress shoes. John stands at 1.83m (6'), and weighs 86 kg (190 lbs).

Name: Johnathon "John" R. Sharp

Age: 16

Personality: John views the game far less seriously than most other kids at the academy do. He honestly doesn't really care whether he becomes a duelist or not, and plans to work at one of the various card stores near the academy when he graduates rather than going pro. This belief is evident in his deck, which is entirely composed of monsters he found "Cute" looking. John has a constant, bubbly personality, and does his best to make other people laugh and have fun, but this gets him in trouble with the teachers fairly often. He is almost obsessive over an older "Mokey Mokey" card, and keeps it on his person at all times, never letting it leave his sight. In a duel, many people are shocked that he has no tension whatsoever, cracking jokes and making puns off of cards he or his opponent play. This, combined with the ludicrous nature of his deck, has allowed him to win numerous duels since his opponents are off guard. While Johnathon may seem care free, he has many deep seeded issues regarding the death of his brother, and will become livid if anybody were to talk rudely about him.

Besides these moments, Jonathon is generally pretty passive - he has never been in a fight in his life, and doesn't plan on ever participating in one. He constantly talks animatedly, and will do everything in his power to make other people feel better about themselves. His hobbies include watching anime, playing video games, hanging out with friends, and going to sing karaoke (He is below average at best) One of his strangest quirks is that he refuses to not use his "Mokey Mokey" card, and it was for this reason he based his entire deck on it.

Bio: Johnathon was born to a middle class family in the suburbs, and lived a fairly normal life. He was well-liked by the other children he played with, he did well in school, and he had loving parents. There was only one big difference between him and nearly every other kid his age - he couldn't care less about duel monsters. It just seemed so complicated and boring, and the fact that it was the main thing in most people's lives just made it more unappealing. He planned to settle down with some cushy office job when he was older, maybe try and become a comedian. He enjoyed making people laugh, especially his little brother, Ian. Ian was born when Johnathon turned 4, and the two were nearly inseparable. They played soccer, wrestled, and Johnathon helped him with his homework whe they were younger. Ian did his best to replicate his brother, adopting his hairstyle, mannerisms, and even purposefully getting in trouble so he could get sent to detention like his brother. They were as close as siblings could be, with one exception - Ian always dreamed of becoming a duelist.

Johnathon did not really approve of this dream, but he wasn't about to let his brother know this - the two were best friends, and Johnathon was going to do his best so that his little brother was happy. So, despite the fact that he hated the game, he helped create his brother's deck when Ian was only 8. The kid was so happy... He planned to go play with his friends at the park, leaving the house immediately. Wanting to watch his brother kick some ass, Johnathon quickly raced to his room grabbing his camera and following his brother. By the time he had made it out of the door, he saw his brother run halfway accross the street without looking, just as a pickup truck was barreling down the road. Before he could even react, his brother was lying across the street, dead.

The driver was incarcerated for vehicular manslaughter, life imprisonment. Johnathon spent nearly 2 years in mourning, and many people could hardly tell he was the same person - he lacked the joy he once had, and spoke only in monotone. It wasn't until he finally decided to look at the small box, the items that his brother had before he died, that he found what he needed to recover - among the baseballs and random articles of clothing, lied a single, untarnished card - a "Mokey Mokey". It was the first card that Ian ever found in a booster pack. While most people would have been shamed of this being their very first card, Ian was awestruck. The card was the very first he ever held, and while he created his own deck using other cards, he still held onto it to remember his very first card. This was what showed Johnathon what to do - he was going to learn how to duel, not for his brother, not for himself, but to learn why people loved the game so much.

2 years passed, and he had finished his deck, a "Mokey Mokey" based deck. He participated in numerous duels, winning some, losing some, but he finally learned why people liked the game - it was a game of wits, and it was already popular. Some people take the game far more seriously than others, but the point of the game remained firm - it was meant for people to have fun. This belief remained firm in Johnathon's mind, and he decided that his old dreams were pointless now. He had finally found fun in the game that had confused him for years, so he was going to enter into the duel monster industry. John knew that their were countless other kids, all vying to become pro duelists, so he just decided to try. Even if he failed to win with the deck he created, it didn't matter. He was going to have fun dueling, just like his brother would have, and if he fails... Well, he could always work at a card store! Spending the next two weeks packing his bags and deciding upon a school, he finally found the perfect choice - Margrail Duel School.

Preferred Summoning Methods: Normal Summoning.

Optional courses: Standard Dueling

Deck:

Mokey Mania: 43

Monsters
3x Mokey Mokey
2x Shining Angel
2x Mystic Shine Ball
1x Marshmallon
1x Sangan
2x Skelengel
2x Happy Lover
1x Junk Warrior
2x Victoria
1x Nova Summoner

Spells
3x Mokey Mokey Smackdown
1x Mystical Space Typhoon
2x Dark Factory of Mass Production
1x Level Limit Area: B
2x Swords of Revealing Light
1x Law of the Normal
1x Delta Attacker
2x Opti Camoflouge Armor

Traps
1x League of Uniform Nomenclature
3x Human-Wave Tactics
2x Call Of The Haunted
2x Gravity Bind
2x Backup Soldier
2x Destruct Potion
1x Justibreak

Other: Kuribo

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

Nicholas Kozar

---

The sound of an alarm beeping close by awoke the old man with a start. Damn thing barely worked half the time, and when it did, thing was terrifying. Slamming his fist on the snooze button, Nicholas slowly rose from the bed, squinting at the red, neon numbers. 5:00 AM. Yawning loudly, Nick made his way to the bathroom attached to his bedroom, grabbing his uniform from the closet and hanging it onto the bathroom door. The man in the mirror had a shadow across his face and bags under his eyes, and Nicholas sneered slightly at his visage. He always abhorred men who didn't shave or kept their hair long. It was probably just leftover from his days in the military, but he couldn't stand it if he even had the slightest hint of a stubble on his face. After coating his neck in shaving cream, he went to work, gently maneuvering the razor around his neck. He flinched slightly when he accidentally cut himself, remembering the time an enemy soldier nearly slit his throat when he was caught out of his Unit. That was the closest he had ever been to dying, and he was in the infirmary for weeks after... The electronic beeping of his clock resounded through his small home, and Nick grumbled slightly as he made his way besides the bed, and gently flicked the alarm off. He always forgot to do that after hitting the snooze button... After shaving the other half of his face, he gently washed the remaining cream off, inspected his face to check for strands of hair that avoided the metallic blades and, satisfied with his work, entered the shower. He enjoyed cold showers best. While some people didn't like to be reminded that they grew up in the frontier, Nick sure as hell wasn't one of those traitors. About 15 minutes later, he exited the shower and quickly wen about drying himself off, and donning his old military suit.

Normally, he would have dressed in his sheriff attire, a simple white shirt, dress pants and vest, but today was far different. Exiting his small home, he gazed around the green town, comparing how it was to when he arrived just a year prior. The place had small canals and was simply beautiful, with decent-sized buildings and many people simply walking along the streets. When he first came to the town, people were cowering in fear of constant raids, and the place surely would have fallen apart had he not come by. He set himself up as sheriff, one of the only people guarding the small town from near total destruction. He was now an extremely well-respected member of the community, and a small number of standard mark 2 units were wondering around the town, serving as the new law enforcement. That's right... Nicholas had grown tired of the simple life. He was a soldier, not some guard. He needed the thrill of combat, he had finally accepted that. That was why he had decided to serve under "The Outcast Guild" as a freelance mercenary. With his bags all packed, he slowly made his way around the town, observing his home for one of the last few times. He planned to return, but he wanted to do so as little as possible. These people didn't need him anymore - they could defend themselves now. Raids rarely occurred anymore, and if they did, Nicholas had personally trained the new guardians of the town how to drive their units. He trusted in their abilities. A man with tan skin seemed to notice Nick, raising his arm and waving as he passed by.

"Hello Mr.Kozar. I was just coming to visit you! I know tons of people already told you this, but it's really sad to see you go. I would have invited you to dinner before you had to go, but I was really busy at the shop. I hope you come back sometime soon, man. You'll always be welcome here! Just be sure to tell me before you come by, I'll treat you to a meal or two."

Nicholas nodded at the man, smiling thankfully. He used to be a Hylo man, and while Nick generally didn't like his kind, he was definitely one of the good ones. He was a hard worker, and had been one of the founding members of the town. Nick even considered him a valued friend. Hugging the man briefly, Nick continued on his way to his Artillery unit, and proceeded to crawl in through the opening hatch. Sighing as he made his way into the large space, he started up the mech, and began his slow crawl to the outskirts of town. Many people waved as he passed by, recognizing his unit, and he truly felt honored. It was a hell of a sendoff. At least, it was much better than the one he had gotten in the Frontier. After nearly 30 minutes of traveling and countless waves and shouts from crowds of people he knew, Nick had finally made it to the outskirts of town, and accessed the small terminal on the front of his control panel, checking the mission boards. He had spent a long period of time trying to find the board several days prior, but he was very familiar with how to access it by now. 3 missions total were present; A high risk scavenging mission, a recovery mission, and a testing mission. The testing mission was immediately ignored - he decided to do these bounties because they were going to give him the thrill of combat. That left the scavenging mission and the recovery, which was quite a hard toss up. Eventually, Nick decided on the Recovery mission. The given coordinates were relatively close compared to the Therux State, and a Frontier mech in the State would most likely not be well received, even if it was peaceful. That left mission 03117, and just before he responded, a line of text appeared on his monitor.

"This is T. I'll be near the Iron Canal within the day, heading in on the north side of the area. Any tag alongs are welcome."

After reading the message several times, Nick decided to respond to the message and the mission.

"This is N responding. Will be at the Canal by noon, coming in from the North West. Will meet up with you there, T."

After he finished typing the sentence, he pressed the enter button, before entering the coordinates into his unit's autopilot. Leaning back in his chair, Nicholas was thankful that the destination was so close. He wouldn't need to waste thruster charges, and could allow the slow walking speed to take him to his destination. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out two egg sandwiches, a delicacy he had developed a strong affinity for during his time he spent stationed in various locations during the war. Beat the regular rations by a long shot, and while the green town had access to a lot more food than the Frontier, the nostalgic smell still caused his mouth to water in anticipation. Drinking water from one of the bottles he had brought with him, he pondered who this "T" person was. Were they a soldier like him, and if so, what side? Then again, it didn't really matter. As long as he didn't hold back Nick, and he didn't die, it really didn't matter.

Margrail Duel School (A Yu-Gi-Oh RP)

@1Charak2
Any specific rules on deck-building besides the ban list? I was thinking of making a Mokey Mokey deck that I used to use a couple years ago, but I'm not sure if that would be too silly.

Margrail Duel School (A Yu-Gi-Oh RP)

Sounds pretty cool! Count me interested, if there is still room.

Knights of Elementia.

Knight of Metal

"My body is steel, and my will is iron-clad. I shall not back down, and I will liberate the people from tyranny."

Name: Sidero Denholm

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Description: Standing at 6'4, 255 pounds of nearly pure muscle, Sidero is capable of carrying more than most people can lift, and does so happily - Sidero is silent to most people at first, but will carry more than his fair share of the weight, share his food, and is always willing to lend a year. He may seem like a stickler for the rules for the most part, but he simply views following the orders given to him as the easiest way to do things, and constantly strives to make life easier for others. He does not have any piercings or tattoos, but his body is littered with scars from years of hard labor and combat. He holds himself formally, rarely allowing himself to slouch or become casual. Additionally, years of combat has made him both extremely paranoid during the night, but also a light sleeper - be careful when trying to wake him up.

Knight Element: Metal

Animal Familiar: N/A

Armor Style: Heavy plate, utilizing leather for the joints. Due to the heavy weight, he is significantly slower than most other knights, but makes up for it in raw durability and strength. His main method of defense is simply taking attacks, rather than the more popular method of dodging. Hell, his fighting style is based on counter attacking while the opponent is close. His armor covers nearly every inch of his body, with only small holes provided for eyesight and air.

Signature Weapon: While he prefers to wield his sword, he is most well-known for his quarterstaff - a long piece of metal that he is very adept at using. Unlike most other weapons, it has a truly staggering weight: 45 lbs, easily enough to kill a normal man in light armor in a single hit. He is quite proficient with it, moving much faster than the average man could. Despite this, he still moves at a slow pace, slowed down by his armor and the sheer weight of the weapon. Someone with adequate speed and agility would be able to dodge most blows unscathed.

History: Sidero's origin, like many others, starts out rather humble - he was born to a simple blacksmith and a housemaid, both of whom were owned by a noble in the small town they resided in. Sidero lived in relative comfort for most of his childhood and, while he never received a formal education, was rapidly growing a strong body thanks to his years with his father at the forge. He, like most blacksmith's apprentices, forged the simplest of items - horseshoes, utensils, etc. His father wished for his son to take over after he has passed, and spent most of his youth training the boy in forge work. Sidero's childhood was mostly uneventful - occasionally getting in a fight with other kids, visiting other villagers, nothing truly extraordinary. That is, until a platoon of soldiers came to the village, seeking to rest until the next day where they planned to go to the capital. The nobleman, seeking to increase his reputation among the upper class, offered the guest room in his manor to the captain of the platoon. For the other soldiers, people around the village offered them refuge in their homes, and the Denholm family did the same. The young man that stayed their was very forgettable, spoke with a monotone voice that rarely elicited excitement from listeners.

Despite this, he held countless stories of the outside world. The lands outside of the small village Sidero had grown up in since birth, and the exotic people and cultures that existed. For hours, Sidero listened to the man drone on, and while his voice was so soft and warm that it could lull someone to sleep faster than the afternoon rays of sunlight, it's contents were what astounded Sidero. He had thought, at a young age, that he would live in the village for the rest of his life, working the same job his father had, living the same life, and dying in the place he was born. But this normal, unassuming soldier opened his eyes to the possibilities; he wasn't chained down, forced to live a life that was already experienced. He could live his own life, forge his own path. At the age of 15, Sidero decided he would become a soldier.

Spending the next three years working in the forge and training his body for combat, Sidero quickly grew to be an incredibly impressive man physically, and while he remained behind intellectually, the passion in his heart only grew with time and, to his parents dismay, Sidero left to enlist at the local city. After 3 days of travel by foot, he finally made it to the city and, after a brief examination and being satisfied with his physical fitness, he was sent into the wilderness with several other men. Unlike the other soldiers, Sidero enlisted to help terminate monsters that attacked near towns and cities. Sidero spent the next 15 years in the corp, fighting with other men against various wildlife, anything from trolls to gryphons, and while the work was certainly bloody, Sidero enjoyed every second of it. He had experienced more in the last 15 years than he ever would of in that village, that he was sure of. About 3 months into his 33rd year of life, he had heard news of the ceremony that would decide the future Knights of Elements and, having stored up enough vacation days to last months, he set off to see the future heroes of the kingdom. After all, Sidero loved experiencing things more than anything else in the world. He now stood in the capital of Elementia, waiting along with the rest of the crowd to see who would be declared as chosen by the gods.

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

I'll get a post up sometime tomorrow, probably sometime in the evening after work.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

Clyde Fisher

---

The unconscious haze that had dominated Clyde's being for the past few hours slowly began to fade away. Eyelids remained heavy, however, and the soft repetitive breathing of other beings nearly lulled him back to darkness. It took monumental willpower to draw himself away from the comforting darkness, as he hesitantly opened his eyes - the light was soft, yet still annoying to Clyde's recently awoken vision. Clyde stammered around for several moments, gently maneuvering his hand across his body. It was near his breast pocket that he found them - the thick glasses that he needed in order to see anything with actual clarity. Sighing slightly, he gently put them on and the entire room became clear - a train car, with several other individuals sleeping soundly next to one another. A sudden surge of panic and fear overtook Clyde for several moments, until it faded away as realization flooded his mind.

He was on his way to school. His new school, the one for people who were special. The ones that had talent. He was drugged in order to provide secrecy while he was loaded onto the train. The disgusting liquid that he drank nearly caused bile to erupt from his throat, but his mind went blank as he fell to the ground. Next thing he knew, he was on this train. Everything seemed like how you would expect a bullet train to look like, except for certain features - the seats were significantly softer, and the train itself seemed far sturdier than usual.

Gazing around for an extended period of time revealed another conscious person, a short male student sitting across from Clyde, near the corner of the car. He must have awakened a significant period of time ago, as he was poking and staring at a female student just escaping from the clutches of unconsciousness. While Clyde was not a very good people person, he knew that physically touching someone you didn't know while they were unconscious was pretty rude, especially if they were a girl... Clyde simply chose to avert his gaze from the small boy and the long haired girl, turning his attention instead towards the source of a smell that began to permeate throughout the car... A woman was smoking. A woman, somewhere near his age, probably slightly older, was smoking a cigarette while on her way to school. Clyde coughed slightly when he realized this was the source of the smell, and pulled the collar of his coat tight against his mouth. He was used to the oppressive heat his choice of attire caused, and simple looked out the window to ignore the odor.

The windows were spaced equal distance from one another, seemed especially thick, and were all rectangular in shape. Clyde gazed strongly out of them, hoping to figure out where the train was headed based on the scenery. Several seconds passed until he realized that the vast expanse of blue was water rather than the sky, this fact being revealed when they passed a small school of fish. Paranoia briefly returned, Clyde feared he was going to drown in some train car, until he saw the glass tube that encased them. Where the hell were they going that they needed to take an underwater train system to get there? Then again, what could he do about it? Get off the extremely fast moving tube of metal and be stranded in a glass cylinder under the ocean? As his heart rate slowly returned to it's usual beat, he noticed the connecting cars to the one that the group was currently in; noise and conversations could be heard from the surrounding cars, and it appeared as though they were awake before he was. Speaking of which, Clyde wasn't even aware of the time. He must have been asleep for hours, and the last time he checked was on his smartpho-

A pang of anxiety awoke withing Clyde, and his hand swiftly shot down to one of the pockets on his suit pants - there, he felt the ever warm and calming metallic felling of his smartphone, and he immediately relaxed. For a second, he thought someone had looted him of his phone while he was unconscious, but the device was radiating heat in his hand as it had always done. Thinking of it briefly, he realized how foolish it was to think it was stolen - every time it left his immediate presence, he felt blinding pain that surely would have awoken him had he been pick pocketed while asleep. Shaking his head at his moment of panic, Clyde quickly checked the time, to see that nearly eight hours have passed. Has he been unconscious for that long? Had the others been unconscious that long, or had they been asleep only an hour or two? Clyde was somewhat suspicious that he was drugged during the middle of the night, but now it made much more sense - he must have taken awhile to get to the train, and the people who drugged him wanted the train to leave on schedule. Having noticed the time that had passed since he had last eaten, Clyde quickly reaches down to the bag at his feet - the bag that contained all his necessary possessions that he had brought to the school with him. Among them, he found what he was looking for - a six pack of water bottles and several protein bars. Pulling them all out, he set them to his side when he realized several other people had begun to awaken.

The thought of trying to start a conversation passed his mind, but even though he felt more confident and happier the last few weeks than ever before, he still shook slightly at the thought of initiating a conversation. The one girl, who seemed to be staring at the members of the car that had already awakened, maybe she was simply searching for someone to talk to her. No, what if he didn't know what to say, or seemed weird. No, instead Clyde chose to do what his parents had told him; he smiled as best he could, held his snacks to his side so that others may ask for some, while also reaching into his bag and pulling out his favorite hat. Clyde did his best to appear as approachable as possible.

As he did so, in fear of staring at the others and appearing rude, Clyde instead chose to look outside the windows that were scattered throughout the train car. Fish swam without a care past the metallic tube, and several were mercilessly slaughtered by passing predators. Checking his smartphone, his suspicion was confirmed - there wasn't any service hundreds of feet underwater. Sighing slightly, he returned to his previous position of smiling awkwardly and trying to appear inviting, but soon grew restless. Sweating nervously, he wondered if he was actually safe here. For all he knew, some of these guys could probably kill him simply by thinking about it... Clyde shook his head slightly at this thought, letting the rational part of his brain take over. They were kids, like him, they were just more special than he was. They weren't going to kill anybody. Clyde pulled out his phone, and began to write in his diary, occasionally taking a bite of his protein bar or sipping from his water, all the while keeping the same strained smile on his face in order to look more approachable.

Day 1, Morning: Everyone seems tense, except for the short boy and the girl in the jacket. I am to. Some of them have already begun to talk, but I can't hear them over my music. Listening in on other people's conversations would be rude. The train is pretty interesting, and it was quite a shock when I first awoke to see that it was traveling underwater. Will continue entry upon making it to school.

With that, he slid his phone into his pocket, the wires of his earbuds snaking out like string. He planned to keep a journal of everything that happened here, on account of his less-than-stellar memory. He leaned back in his seat, finally abandoning the smile. It was to strained, no one would see it as genuine. Instead, Clyde adopted his usual, slightly frowning face, and sat still, awaiting for the train to arrive at his new home for the next few years.

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@Dynamo Frokane
He used to hate people from the Therux state, but since the people he fought against were mostly Hylo and the Therux coast was pretty much destroyed, he just doesn't trust people from Therux. He still likes people from the North and Freelands better than the rest, though.

Knights of Elementia.

@Keyblade87
Finally got this guy done, sorry for the wait! please tell me if there is anything that needs to be changed.

Knight of Metal

"My body is steel, and my will is iron-clad. I shall not back down, and I will liberate the people from tyranny."

Name: Sidero Denholm

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Description: Standing at 6'4, 255 pounds of nearly pure muscle, Sidero is capable of carrying more than most people can lift, and does so happily - Sidero is silent to most people at first, but will carry more than his fair share of the weight, share his food, and is always willing to lend a year. He may seem like a stickler for the rules for the most part, but he simply views following the orders given to him as the easiest way to do things, and constantly strives to make life easier for others. He does not have any piercings or tattoos, but his body is littered with scars from years of hard labor and combat. He holds himself formally, rarely allowing himself to slouch or become casual. Additionally, years of combat has made him both extremely paranoid during the night, but also a light sleeper - be careful when trying to wake him up.

Knight Element: Metal

Animal Familiar: N/A

Armor Style: Heavy plate, utilizing leather for the joints. Due to the heavy weight, he is significantly slower than most other knights, but makes up for it in raw durability and strength. His main method of defense is simply taking attacks, rather than the more popular method of dodging. Hell, his fighting style is based on counter attacking while the opponent is close. His armor covers nearly every inch of his body, with only small holes provided for eyesight and air.

Signature Weapon: While he prefers to wield his sword, he is most well-known for his quarterstaff - a long piece of metal that he is very adept at using. Unlike most other weapons, it has a truly staggering weight: 45 lbs, easily enough to kill a normal man in light armor in a single hit. He is quite proficient with it, moving much faster than the average man could. Despite this, he still moves at a slow pace, slowed down by his armor and the sheer weight of the weapon. Someone with adequate speed and agility would be able to dodge most blows unscathed.

History: Sidero's origin, like many others, starts out rather humble - he was born to a simple blacksmith and a housemaid, both of whom were owned by a noble in the small town they resided in. Sidero lived in relative comfort for most of his childhood and, while he never received a formal education, was rapidly growing a strong body thanks to his years with his father at the forge. He, like most blacksmith's apprentices, forged the simplest of items - horseshoes, utensils, etc. His father wished for his son to take over after he has passed, and spent most of his youth training the boy in forge work. Sidero's childhood was mostly uneventful - occasionally getting in a fight with other kids, visiting other villagers, nothing truly extraordinary. That is, until a platoon of soldiers came to the village, seeking to rest until the next day where they planned to go to the capital. The nobleman, seeking to increase his reputation among the upper class, offered the guest room in his manor to the captain of the platoon. For the other soldiers, people around the village offered them refuge in their homes, and the Denholm family did the same. The young man that stayed their was very forgettable, spoke with a monotone voice that rarely elicited excitement from listeners.

Despite this, he held countless stories of the outside world. The lands outside of the small village Sidero had grown up in since birth, and the exotic people and cultures that existed. For hours, Sidero listened to the man drone on, and while his voice was so soft and warm that it could lull someone to sleep faster than the afternoon rays of sunlight, it's contents were what astounded Sidero. He had thought, at a young age, that he would live in the village for the rest of his life, working the same job his father had, living the same life, and dying in the place he was born. But this normal, unassuming soldier opened his eyes to the possibilities; he wasn't chained down, forced to live a life that was already experienced. He could live his own life, forge his own path. At the age of 15, Sidero decided he would become a soldier.

Spending the next three years working in the forge and training his body for combat, Sidero quickly grew to be an incredibly impressive man physically, and while he remained behind intellectually, the passion in his heart only grew with time and, to his parents dismay, Sidero left to enlist at the local city. After 3 days of travel by foot, he finally made it to the city and, after a brief examination and being satisfied with his physical fitness, he was sent into the wilderness with several other men. Unlike the other soldiers, Sidero enlisted to help terminate monsters that attacked near towns and cities. Sidero spent the next 15 years in the corp, fighting with other men against various wildlife, anything from trolls to gryphons, and while the work was certainly bloody, Sidero enjoyed every second of it. He had experienced more in the last 15 years than he ever would of in that village, that he was sure of. About 3 months into his 33rd year of life, he had heard news of the ceremony that would decide the future Knights of Elements and, having stored up enough vacation days to last months, he set off to see the future heroes of the kingdom. After all, Sidero loved experiencing things more than anything else in the world. He now stood in the capital of Elementia, waiting along with the rest of the crowd to see who would be declared as chosen by the gods.

Dear Gamer... (Anyone?)

Brent Young

"Nice to meet you as well, I guess. My name is Brent Young, put I'm used to people referring to me by my online name, 'Green Knight'."

"I'm 22, if that's important."

"... Don't see how that's relevant, but I think I like girls. I never liked a real girl though. I'm more into the female characters in my games to be honest." (He's straight, but thanks to a lack of female interaction throughout his youth, he is mostly attracted to female game and anime characters. He may develop romantic feeling for a real woman (maybe even a man), however, if he spends extended periods of time with them.)

"Man."

Appearance

"I work at an Insurance agency, and it sucks."

"People have called me brutal, but I like to think they meant brutally efficient. I always try to be as efficient as possible, diligently working on a task until I finish it. I'm not... I wouldn't say I'm a very good people person. That's probably why I don't work customer support, lol. I like to call myself a realist - I've never really tried hoping for miracles or doing things that waste energy. But most of all, I believe that I'm loyal - I've never left a guild on my own, and I'm always the first person to take a role that no one else wants to. After all, if I do the job no one else wants to, things will go more smoothly. I could be called a team player, but I honestly do it for myself. I like to start things as early as possible, and don't want to be slowed down by trivial things I can solve by taking them into my own hands."

"I'm 5'11 and weigh 160 lbs, but I don't see why this matters."

"If you couldn't tell from my online name, it's Green."

"Well, I'm honestly okay with pretty much anyone. The characters I like are pretty different, but I guess they share a couple traits. I don't like people who are mean or rude, and shorter 'girly-girls' are usually my type. But, uh... Are you coming on to me?"

"... I... I hallucinate sometimes. Psychologist said it was triggered by 'stress', but I'm pretty sure he was pulling that out of his ass. It happens at random, but mostly happens when I stay idle... Sometimes it's pretty normal, like shadows in the corner of my eyes, but other times... I don't really feel comfortable talking about it. The hallucinations seem to affect all of my senses, but they only rarely happen as long as I'm busy... As long as I keep working, they don't come as often... Don't tell anyone, I'm not getting sent to a mental ward."

"I like third-person shooters and MMOs, but my favorite genres are Visual Novels and JRPGs. JRPGs especially, they keep me busy grinding and not focusing on my... 'condition'."

"Alright. I'm going to give you the abridged version, since I don't want to spend the next couple hours writing up my life story. My dad raised me for as long as I can remember, I'm an only child, and my mom was apparently a drug addict my social worker father tried to help. Nobody knows where she is now, and I honestly don't really care. I grew up pretty normal all things considered. I was home schooled, and my grades weren't the best, but dad was proud of me at least. He got me a computer at 8, and he was even the person that introduced me to games and anime. Every night we finished dinner we would always clean up as quick as possible, before racing to our PCs and duking it out in some game. We argue a lot over the stupidest stuff, like what games were better than their competition, or the message that people put into their games and movies (I don't care what he says, "Magical Girl Cooking Conquest" is a series with deep themes about religion and the human spirit). My life continued with this sort of melancholy, until I got into an... accident at the age of 17.

I had just got my learners, and was driving down the road at... 2 AM? It's hard to remember. Moral is, I was pretty tired at the time, and didn't notice the truck that was speeding down the opposing lane. I continued, not noticing him refuse to halt for the red light. He probably thought he could run it since there was only a few people around, and my headlights were off... Next thing I remember, I was blind in a hospital bed. I could only panic briefly before the doctor managed to explain it to me though - I was in a horrible car accident, and was almost certainly going to die. My only option was an experimental surgery using nano machines, which mt father hastily agreed to. I made a nearly miraculous recovery, and with only temporary blindness as my eyes recovered. Grateful thatmy lack of eyesight was only gone for a few days, I spent most of my time listening to the news - Oil running extremly low, some advancements in solar energy, people crying about the state of the world. Same as always. When the bandages came off, everything was made of bubbles... Not joking, it was like the entire room was made of soap bubbles, even the features on the doctor's face.

I made sure not to let anyone know what I saw - I knew that they would lock me up in a crazy person's hospital, they'd use me as a guinea pig to figure out what went wrong with their surgery. I wasn't going to let that happen. I was kept in the hospital for the next few days, and slowly, my hallucinations became more distorted. I saw the world as vines, flesh, candy, some TRON-style hologram, and as time went on, more of my senses seemed to be affected. When I looked it up later, it seemed that sight played an integral role in interpreting the other senses. I never told a soul, and my strange behavior at random times caused me to get sent to a psychologist. I lied about my problem, only saying that I sometimes saw things that weren't there, to which he simply responded 'stress'. Guy is a total hack...

Anyways, I quickly learned how to avoid my disorder - When I'm busy, it rarely happens. Hell, I can probably count the number of times it happened while I was focusing on one hand. So, I became more productive. My grades quickly improved as studying was a more attractive option than seeing non-existent spiders crawl from my toilet and chase me. I quickly progressed in my gaming, and I even have a pretty big reputation on some of the MMOs I play. Despite everything I did, however, nights were always godawful. I just had to try and sleep, even when I feel something rub against my face in an empty room. Anyways, I eventually 'graduated' my home schooling, and dad used his connections to get me a pretty comfy job as an insurance agent. I have to talk to clients sometimes, but besides that, I enjoy it. I moved out at 20, and started saving money - after all, I wanted to retire young and spend my time gaming. I had mostly gotten comfortable with my condition, but sleep was still hell. Eventually, I found your email, and I decided to take a look after seeing you describe your game."

"I'm able to work on nearly anything, no matter how mind numbing, for hours on end. Additionally, I'm able to maximize efficiency of things pretty easily. Management games, while not very fun, are incredibly easy for me thanks to this. Finally, I have a basic knowledge of human physiology and a proficient understanding of psychology thanks to years of studying possible causes for my condition."

"I don't feel comfortable telling you, but hey, I already told you my biggest secret. I have an extremely hard time communicating with other people directly. I can talk over voice chat and stuff, but looking them face-to-face ain't happening. Additionally, I'm almost always extremely tired from lack of sleep and insomnia. I'm pretty afraid of the dark, but most of all, I'm terrified of my condition worsening. I've seen some god awful stuff, and the longest time an episode has gone on was just over 15 hours... If I have to go through something like that for even longer, I'm not sure if I could take it. I'm not used to creative thinking, however, and strategy games aren't my cup of tea."

"Usually healer, since no one wants to play them. If not healer, tank is also pretty common."

"I'm looking to just have some fun. My life is all work, and I want to try and cut loose a little bit. If I can help someone do a study while doing that, so be it."