Duoya

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

Calling dibs on God of health!

The Crystalline Blood (New rp, accepting)

@Crabs
This guy okay?

Gado

Name: Gado
Age: 33 (Biologically 25)
Appearance: Extremely irrelevant - with his mastery of the Gao facet, Gado can shift his form into anything he wishes given time. He only sticks to a form until he gets away from a dangerous situation, where he will change his appearance. His current form is that of a large Caucasian man, heavily layered with muscles that were almost exclusively provided by his Osem, and long black hair that is almost dreadlocks with how matted together they are.
Osem: Yes
Goal: Remove the Shiijuhan, by any means available.
Ose Facet(s): Gao
Soulprint: His blood reacts violently when in the presence of Ose. The blood will change color rapidly, form small pseudopods, and generally be a gross ball of slime until the Ose is removed from the environment. This effect is only noticeable when outside of Gado's body, but High levels of Ose might make the veins throb heavily. It would take absurd levels of Ose to cause his blood to have any harmful effects.
Brief Personality: Gado can very easily be seen as stern, uncompromising, and cold to most other people - he does his best to keep a logical and level outlook on his life and his future. This caused intense friction with his old masters, but intense beatings did litle to curb this. In fact, it reinforced his belief that he was a "Person of order," and that he could easily overcome the chaos that his slavers made his life into. Gado is focused on being independent and self-reliant, refusing the help of others unless absolutely needed and to excel at everything he does, constantly seeking self-improvement at any cost. This reached obsessive levels around the time he became an Osem, with him priding himself on the fact that he could do nearly any job that his masters assigned him due to his very empty and spartan lifestyle.
Gado has gone a long period of time without family or friends, mostly due to his self-imposed self reliance and his generally poor personality. This, however, made him much more valuable to the slavers who owned him, as he could be made an example of without worry of other slaves trying to protect him and fight back. Gado barely has a personal life at all, with every second not spent on accomplishing his goals or his Osem's goal being devoted to training or mindless activities. While he tries his best to appear emotionless, he can display a slight degree of narcissism at times, and will usually do his best to keep his allies in a good mood, usually with compliments, albeit strangely phrased ("Your limbs are very well trained - the musculature present is impressive, especially when not a follower of Gao"). To put things very bluntly, Gado is not well equipped with dealing with people.
Personal Goal(s)/Motivation(s): Abolish slavery - or, at the very least, punish slavers.
Brief History: Gado was raised in a broken home, his mother and father being poorer than most of the people in Shiijuhan, and the money they did get being spent on cheap drugs or booze. It was here where Gado's life became devoted to keeping the bare minimum, staying efficient - he needed to be, considering he'd be lucky to get a meal every day. When his parent overdosed when he was only 15. Resorting to crime in order to make enough to live, the malnourished Gado was obviously caught and thrown into prison.
As with most prisoners, Gado was put on auction to be bought by the various people who comprised the richer demographics of the nation. Gado, while malnourished and weak, was young and still growing - he was bought by Douglas Mather, a foreign man who set up a plantation a few years previously in Shiijuhan. There, he performed intense labor for 17 more years, not forming a single friendship the entire time. Not from a lack of offers - forming friendships was not something that Gado was used to, and he felt more comfortable with the acceptance that was shared among all the slaves.
While Gado was beaten more often than Douglas' other slaves, he was well treated by most standards - he was given medical attention to serious wounds or disease, and Douglas never sexually assaulted or killed any of his slaves on purpose. Still, 17 years is a long time, and while he never directly thought it, he subconsciously knew that he needed to leave, someway or another. One day, after falling into a pile of hay after a long day of work, he encountered a being - constantly shifting flesh, going from one person into an animal, into another person, moving so quickly as to render them hard to look at. An instant later, he awoke, in the dead of night, with an instinctual understanding of what had happened.
Shifting into a bird and escaping in the night, Gado trained alone for a single year - enough time for him to feel confident in his abilities in relation to the monumental size of his mission. Now, he returns to the empire that he had lived in his entire life, prepared to do what he must in order to comply with the Ose's wishes.
Other: Gado is a moniker - His slaver gave it to him, and he continues to use it because he has used the moniker longer and it feels more comfortable than his old name.

Vinehurst High

Brad Masters

Name: Brad Masters
Age: 16
Gender: All man, baby
Role: Football player (offensive lineman)

Personality: Brad is a winner - nothing else matters as long as he is the best, and the other person knows it. Brad goes to extreme lengths in order to secure his position as "the best," and if he can't be the best, he usually doesn't even try. His poor grades and the fact that he was nearly held back last year show this very well. This focus on being the greatest overshadows most other aspects of his life, to the point where he doesn't know what he wants to do when he's an adult, and he refuses to try anything that would hurt his image or challenge people he feel he has a chance of losing to.

His main outlet to try his best and earn the adoration that teenagers crave so much takes the form of football, which he has been doing since elementary school thanks to his father's encouragement. Every facet of his life not meant to improve his reputation around school is devoted to weightlifting, practice, and finding ways to put on more muscle mass. He plans all of his meals, and he only has two rest days a week, with people being able to find him in the school's weight room or the football field the vast majority of the time.

While he has an intense drive to be the best and it makes him a bit cocky when it comes to things he works at, Brad tries his best to be a kind person, especially since he is all brawn and little brain. It's less that he's charismatic, and more that he is always respectful and helpful to people - well, he is when they aren't on the field. While this initially started as a way to make himself popular and liked, he has found acting this way to be very enjoyable, and it has went from an act into an attitude. If you need help moving some furniture, just throw a 20 his way and Brad will help out. If you offer to do his homework or help him with a project, he'll do pretty much anything. Just don't try to do anything competitive, or he'll quickly change his tune.

While Brad is very protective over the things he is good at, he is more than willing to help people train - especially if they are far weaker than him and don't pose a threat to his status. Or, better yet, they ask for help in something he doesn't care about. He may suck at it, but he'll put in just as much effort into the group project as anyone else.

Other: Brad, while far from intelligent, carefully counts his calories and is very attention focused when it comes to finding ways to get stronger. He also is very adherent and disciplined, able to stick to a strict training program.

Brad is not necessarily attracted to women - he is instead interested in femininity as an ideal. He would rather date a cute trap that wears a skirt than a girl that wouldn't be caught dead in a dress.

Appearance

Brad typically dresses in either tank tops, form fitting shirts, or jerseys. They are all bright colors, and he especially favors greens, as those are the colors of the school. He usually wears jeans, but he carries a pair of sweatpants in his backpack at all times. His wardrobe is fairly small, all things considered.

Brad stands at 6'5, being especially tall for a kid his age - a needed asset when someone plays lineman. The picture above shows him during the summer, where he was on a cut in order to show off his musculature. He now weighs 260 pounds, and while he has a fair bit of body fat now, he is incredibly strong. His voice is deep, but it lacks any real edge - similar to what someone would expect from an old time radio announcer.

History: Brad Masters was born to a family of champions - and he was always the black sheep. While his older sister and brother skipped two grades (his brother even getting a scholarship from an ivy league school), Brad had always been below average academically. Even his younger sister, a middle schooler, has an easier time doing algebra than he does. As such, Brad was always seen as different from his siblings, and while they didn't feel that way, Brad always thought that they were disappointment in him. He lived his early elementary school years trying to hide his report cards and always hiding when the school calls home because of his grades.

It wasn't until he saw his father's football trophies when he realized that there was something he could try and go after, to prove himself. Every day, he would do body weight workouts and after a few months, he finally worked up the courage to ask his father to join the elementary school football team. Very rapidly, it was shown that Brad was very big for a kid his age - he was positive that football was his way to become popular and liked.

Brad adopted his "Nice guy" persona the first year of middle school. By this point, he had gone to dozens of games, and he was rapidly getting a big sense of pride. It wasn't until his second year of middle school that he lost a game, against the strongest team in that years league - the West Side Middle Tigers. The final score was 20-8. It was the final game of the season, and the loss had easily shattered Brad's sense of invincibility. His father was of course disappointment, but he never raised his voice or got angry with Brad. For some reason, that only made Brad feel worse.

It was then that he decided - if he ever lost as badly as he did that day, Brad would give up on football. More losses came, but the wins always exceeded them, and all the losses were extremely close. Brad's relationship with his siblings and parents grew better by the day, and his younger sister looked up to him as a role model. After winning a state game in his sophomore year of High school on the football team, Brad's father bought him a used truck, a precious tool that Brad treats with the utmost care. Now, it was time to start his Junior year.

Vinehurst High

@Metronome
This guy look alright?

Brad Masters

Name: Brad Masters
Age: 16
Gender: All man, baby
Role: Football player (offensive lineman)

Personality: Brad is a winner - nothing else matters as long as he is the best, and the other person knows it. Brad goes to extreme lengths in order to secure his position as "the best," and if he can't be the best, he usually doesn't even try. His poor grades and the fact that he was nearly held back last year show this very well. This focus on being the greatest overshadows most other aspects of his life, to the point where he doesn't know what he wants to do when he's an adult, and he refuses to try anything that would hurt his image or challenge people he feel he has a chance of losing to.

His main outlet to try his best and earn the adoration that teenagers crave so much takes the form of football, which he has been doing since elementary school thanks to his father's encouragement. Every facet of his life not meant to improve his reputation around school is devoted to weightlifting, practice, and finding ways to put on more muscle mass. He plans all of his meals, and he only has two rest days a week, with people being able to find him in the school's weight room or the football field the vast majority of the time.

While he has an intense drive to be the best and it makes him a bit cocky when it comes to things he works at, Brad tries his best to be a kind person, especially since he is all brawn and little brain. It's less that he's charismatic, and more that he is always respectful and helpful to people - well, he is when they aren't on the field. While this initially started as a way to make himself popular and liked, he has found acting this way to be very enjoyable, and it has went from an act into an attitude. If you need help moving some furniture, just throw a 20 his way and Brad will help out. If you offer to do his homework or help him with a project, he'll do pretty much anything. Just don't try to do anything competitive, or he'll quickly change his tune.

While Brad is very protective over the things he is good at, he is more than willing to help people train - especially if they are far weaker than him and don't pose a threat to his status. Or, better yet, they ask for help in something he doesn't care about. He may suck at it, but he'll put in just as much effort into the group project as anyone else.

Other: Brad, while far from intelligent, carefully counts his calories and is very attention focused when it comes to finding ways to get stronger. He also is very adherent and disciplined, able to stick to a strict training program.

Brad is not necessarily attracted to women - he is instead interested in femininity as an ideal. He would rather date a cute trap that wears a skirt than a girl that wouldn't be caught dead in a dress.

Appearance

Brad typically dresses in either tank tops, form fitting shirts, or jerseys. They are all bright colors, and he especially favors greens, as those are the colors of the school. He usually wears jeans, but he carries a pair of sweatpants in his backpack at all times. His wardrobe is fairly small, all things considered.

Brad stands at 6'5, being especially tall for a kid his age - a needed asset when someone plays lineman. The picture above shows him during the summer, where he was on a cut in order to show off his musculature. He now weighs 260 pounds, and while he has a fair bit of body fat now, he is incredibly strong. His voice is deep, but it lacks any real edge - similar to what someone would expect from an old time radio announcer.

History: Brad Masters was born to a family of champions - and he was always the black sheep. While his older sister and brother skipped two grades (his brother even getting a scholarship from an ivy league school), Brad had always been below average academically. Even his younger sister, a middle schooler, has an easier time doing algebra than he does. As such, Brad was always seen as different from his siblings, and while they didn't feel that way, Brad always thought that they were disappointment in him. He lived his early elementary school years trying to hide his report cards and always hiding when the school calls home because of his grades.

It wasn't until he saw his father's football trophies when he realized that there was something he could try and go after, to prove himself. Every day, he would do body weight workouts and after a few months, he finally worked up the courage to ask his father to join the elementary school football team. Very rapidly, it was shown that Brad was very big for a kid his age - he was positive that football was his way to become popular and liked.

Brad adopted his "Nice guy" persona the first year of middle school. By this point, he had gone to dozens of games, and he was rapidly getting a big sense of pride. It wasn't until his second year of middle school that he lost a game, against the strongest team in that years league - the West Side Middle Tigers. The final score was 20-8. It was the final game of the season, and the loss had easily shattered Brad's sense of invincibility. His father was of course disappointment, but he never raised his voice or got angry with Brad. For some reason, that only made Brad feel worse.

It was then that he decided - if he ever lost as badly as he did that day, Brad would give up on football. More losses came, but the wins always exceeded them, and all the losses were extremely close. Brad's relationship with his siblings and parents grew better by the day, and his younger sister looked up to him as a role model. After winning a state game in his sophomore year of High school on the football team, Brad's father bought him a used truck, a precious tool that Brad treats with the utmost care. Now, it was time to start his Junior year.

Vinehurst High

Interested in Football team captain, if there is still room.

Edit: Whoops, I was a little late - make that a claim for a spot on the football team instead.

T a b u l a R a s a || A Game of Gods & Creation

Interested!

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Dirk Davidson

Health: 3000/3000
Mana: 1100/1300

Stats

Strength: 18
Agility: 13
Intelligence: 5

Skills

Sword Wielding: Lv.20

Passive Abilities:
Inspiring Presence: Whenever user takes damage, they have a small chance to either recover 100HP or have target nearby friendly gain 50HP.
Vengeful Smite: User has a low chance to deal magic damage to target that has managed to deal melee damage against user.
Fortress of Wood: User gains a small, permanent, irremovable damage reduction. Works for all kinds of damages.

Equipment

Solace Medallion (Equipped)
Abyssal Mask (Equipped)
Shield [Round] (Equipped)
Full Plate Armor (Equipped)
Solace Blade (Equipped)
Rosary of Courage (Equipped)

Interactions: No one
Location: Savage Fields

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The landscape shifted extremely abruptly almost instantaneously, warping from the calm and rolling green hills that were only broken up by the occasional low level mob into a much smaller area, enclosed via many trees, with a large ruined piece of architecture nearby. The most captivating difference, however, was the massive Boars that stood in front of the group - compared to the enemies that they saw on the journey to the dungeon, these were at least twice as tall, and they were a few levels higher. They were making low pitched grumbling sounds, and Theo swore that one of them was foaming slightly at the mouth.

Their relatively low level did much to help his self esteem, however.

Reylan's order came out, and Theo immediately focused on the Boars that he was told to take on. Aggravate would probably guarantee a hit, especially since the Boars would charge straight towards them, but the ability still had a cool down, even if it was very short. He thought of his course of action until Alisea hopped in front of him, causing the area surrounding the center boar to become engulfed in shadows, and an arrow firing towards the same boar that had been at the epicenter of the attack. Theo moved forwards at this, his slow Paladin speed allowing him to reach the edge of the effect around the time it finished.

Quickly reaching into his menu, Theo equipped the Abyssal Mask and activated it, targeting the central boar right next to him, that had taken the two attacks head on. It would hopefully run away, allowing the others a few potshots. Then, He slammed his longsword against his shield, sparks appearing as he invoked his title's ability, Resolute Smite. Costly, but there were mages in the party with Chakra magic, so Mana was not a major issue.

All that was left was to prepare for the incoming assault, with the only comfort being that it was only half as strong, and one of the boars was running for the hills.

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Summary:
Use Abyssal Mask on Boar 3
Resolute Smite

The Crystalline Blood

Interested.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Dirk Davidson

Health: 3000/3000
Mana: 1300/1300

Stats

Strength: 18
Agility: 13
Intelligence: 5

Skills

Sword Wielding: Lv.20

Passive Abilities:
Inspiring Presence: Whenever user takes damage, they have a small chance to either recover 100HP or have target nearby friendly gain 50HP.
Vengeful Smite: User has a low chance to deal magic damage to target that has managed to deal melee damage against user.
Fortress of Wood: User gains a small, permanent, irremovable damage reduction. Works for all kinds of damages.

Equipment

Solace Medallion (Equipped)
Shield [Round] (Equipped)
Full Plate Armor (Equipped)
Solace Blade (Equipped)
Rosary of Courage (Equipped)

Interactions: Everyone
Location: Outside Savage Fields

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Day 11

The previous day's meeting had been rather eventful - the plan to begin intense grinding once again had caused Theo more than a little stress, but it would be impossible to talk the others out of it - they'd want revenge sooner or later, and this was the only effective method of getting it themselves. The first thing that they did in the morning was to assemble for Karma's funeral - it was very similar to Kajin's, almost exactly the same except for the body in the coffin and the number of people present. The service was very depressing, but Theo had no doubt that some of his companions simply were stewing in anger towards Valentine rather than sadness for the death of Karma. The service ended after an hour or so, with the coffin simply disappearing from sight like most monsters and players did on death.

Normally, Theo would have felt very sick at the sight, but he was slowly acclimating. Was it slowly? It had only been 11 days in the game, and the death of an acquaintance meant significantly less than before. Theo had no doubt that this was aided by both the rosary and the acting skill, but he had grown much more cold than when he first entered the game.

It didn't really matter.

When the service was over, Theo quickly left to stock up on supplies. The shopping had taken him two hours, but by the end, he had 80 renn worth of Dried fruit. Reylan had mentioned buying food for them, but actually holding something in his hands felt much more reassuring when staying out for so long. Water was much more difficult and expensive to hold onto - if he was lucky, Theo wouldn't need to worry about it. With everything in his inventory and his coin purse significantly lighter, Theo made for his second target - Data Link 66.

He barely spent any time at all inside the guild house, before leaving angrily. He didn't have nearly enough to make Valentin's information public knowledge - getting the information for him alone cost Reylan 600 Renn, so there was no way they'd send it out in their own newsletter for anything less than a fortune.

Still, holding onto his meager amount of Renn was fortunate. He doubted he would have had a place to sleep the night if he had spent it, even if Hans and Julia liked him. Theo spent the rest of the day browsing the city, eventually buying a sleeping bag when the thought of the rough ground came to mind. Everything settled, Theo went back to the inn, having dinner and falling into a deep slumber, preparing for what was to come the following day.

Breakfast, a shower, and donning his armor were the beginning of the day, as usual with Theo. With a quick farewell to Hans and Julia, Theo joined up with his guild mates in the march to the dungeon.

The trip itself was easy, albeit tedious and tense. The group fought no monsters, and Theo chose not to adopt his Dirk eccentrics until they made it to the dungeon - it would be to easy for them to snap at him with nothing to do but walk. By the time they had made it to the dungeon, the sun was halfway across the sky, and Theo was already munching on one of his dried fruit, bringing him down to seven in all. The sight of the translucent invisible wall filled Theo with a new jolt of energy that wasn't present during the march as his acting skill briefly flooded him with cues and lines of dialogue.

"Beware, foul beasts who reside within - Dirk Davidson and the Legendary Legion of the Wolves have come for your hides!"

For Greater Evil!

Justin's composure broke slightly as the fleshy arm surrounded his lower body, restraining him in a tight grip. He nearly reached over to tap onto the Tarrare, alerting it to begin attacking, before Maricola began to run the complete opposite direction. Considering she knew the direction to the pound, Justin drew the conclusion that she must have been in this city before, or perhaps had some extrasensory ability. A lot of updating had to be done with Pandora's files of his classmates.

Justin was thankfully able to reach Pandora's box, allowing him to move one of the tendrils into the Tarrare's access port - he didn't give the attack command, however, realizing the futility of doing so when she already had such a tight grip on him. The Tarrare could probably melt through her flesh, but not fast enough before she could crush him to death. Despite being mostly submerged, Annatar spoke telepathically to the pair.

"Maricola, wait! If you are against jewels, we could steal something else. And I don't mind being stuck inside you, but at least let our friend her go, please? We could steal something else instead, our new friend seems keen on getting filthy rich. Having hung out with, ahem, 'youth' your age, I know a thing or two about 'technology', which you seem to be a master of. Couldn't you easily 'hack' these gambling machines to award us with money we haven't won? That way, we accumulate wealth and don't even seem to be doing it illegitimately. How about that Maricola? Or maybe, you tell me what you're interested in?"

Before he could respond, they arrived at what appeared to be an animal hospital - with blinding speed, Maricola launched out Annatar at the glass window, shattering it immediately - as well as shattering the windpipe of the man who was at the front counter. He twitched briefly, convulsing on the ground just within Justin's peripheral view. It took nearly thirty seconds for him to stop - whether because he had went unconscious or because he had already expired was an unknown to Justin. The loud blaring of the burglar alarm and the cacophony of howling and barking dogs was temporarily deafened when Justin saw this, mostly out of shock. She had killed him so easily, and was holding onto Justin with the same hands that just took a life.

And judging by the happy way she acted, she wasn't the least bit apologetic or upset. Justin knew in that moment that he needed to escape these insane people, by any means necessary. He spoke, dragged along the ground with occasional glass shard cutting into his skin.

"I-if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to be let down at once."

If she didn't comply, Justin was still connected to the Tarrare - maybe he could escape if it cut off her arm? There was plenty of metal around here, so he would be able to leave without fear of the Tarrare being dismantled, even with the force that the girl displayed.

@Stern Algorithm@Menhir