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Current @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
4 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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4 yrs ago
Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
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[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.

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@Avali Point. Uh...so something like this?

-Characters can interact with other characters through dialogue, combat, etc. In the event of combat though, the GM determines the effectiveness of an attack and/or defense by random chance (I.E.: roll of the die). The GM is allowed only to kill a PC when that player gives the GM consent.

-Environmental interactions are also determined by random chance, meaning if a character chooses to open a chest or search a cave, there is either the possibility of the GM deciding they find a rare item or encounter a monster.

-Permadeath is prominent in this game. If your character dies, that character will remain dead for the duration. However, players can create a new character after their original character has died.
@Avali@EldarionI Well to be frank, I wasn't actually going to make a character myself. You see, I had thought about playing a sort of DM, in other words the consequence of your characters' actions would be determined by me at random, aside from your characters interacting, and I would introduce NPCs along the way that were integral to the story. I know this may be a stretch, but I was willing to at least give it a try.

So, yes, while it is vague my first post, it leaves the story open to begin how you wish. From there, we can continue and..

I really hope this is making some sense. I'll admit I'm a bit rusty when it comes to GMing things.
@EldarionI@Avali

True, I did want to convey that these were going to be dark times, but it is kinda vague and leaves no opening.

Uh.. I'll fix it in a few. -__-
@EldarionI

Just perfect.

Her eyes lit up the moment she heard the dwarf stand up to that intolerable knight and proclaim that it would be he who took her to his room for the day. Just wonderful. Her snare may have failed to grasp that fool of a man, but now she had the mouthy dwarf, and that precious silver he boasted so proudly of, all to herself. Now, all Ashana had to do was bide her time till they were alone.

Oh, that knight, how he must be boiling with anger beneath his layers of cold steel Ashana thought, the very notion enough to paint a satisfied sneer across her beaming face. She had to admit while stealing their wealth was the main goal here, it was always a pleasure to her to see a man riled. The knight she would not forget however, oh no, for once she was done with the dwarf, she would come for him once more. Only the next time, instead of a lusty maiden, under the cover of night, the true Black Rose would blossom...bathed in the blood of her enemy.

But for now, Ashana waited, slipping an arm around the dwarf and shooting the knight a condescending smirk as her mark laid into him.




Shinji Takemitsu


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Snow fell like cherry blossoms upon his armor and horse through the thick pines of the forest, as he and three other men rode along down the winding path back to the camp. The chilling winds howled dicing through his armor, causing him to shiver a tad. This place, so strange. Winter came for but a season in his homeland, but here, it had seemed to be perpetual. The snow was so dense here, it was a challenge to see far beyond. A veil of white and gray was all that stood before him, and that made him weary.

No vision. The enemy could ambush them at any moment. As he rode, his hand remained upon his blade, eyes vigilant. He continued to scan and survey the area around him. The enemy may have the first blow, but it would be he who struck the last.

Eventually as they soldiered on through the snow and ice, they passed through the forest, and a small sliver of flame appeared deep in the sundered valley below, surrounded by makeshift tents and tattered banners flapping in the snowy breeze. A sigh of relief Shinji exhaled. They had made it to the camp. Men scurried back and forth. Horses bucked and neighed, their hot breath a mist upon the frosty air. Meats and vegetables roasted on spits over crackling campfires and blacksmith hammers beat against scorched anvils with a resounding clang as the armorers and weaponsmiths were hard at work to arm their brothers for victory.

As Shinji rode down into the camp, a solace befell him despite the bustling nature. It was a solace that overcame him many a time after bloody battle, the solace of returning home. He hopped off his horse and tied him to the post. By that time, a man, slightly younger than he, emerged from one of the larger tents, a fur cloak wrapped around his heavy plate armor.



"My brothers, you return!" He greeted them over the wailing winds. "Tell me, what news bring you from the front?"

"Our men have cut off their supply lines from the north, captain." Shinji replied as loud as his voice could carry. "They will starve to death before they reach our camps to the east."

"Ha, good!" The captain said. "Come, my comrade. We have more to discuss. Your efforts in this war have been a godsend. Soon we shall breach the walls of the capitol and bring the king to his knees. A new day shall dwan for the people of this land, my friend! Freedom and equality for all!"

"That is well and good, captain." Shinji returned walking beside him. "But a throne without a monarch to sit upon it breeds anarchy. The people are in need of a ruler, one who is fair and just."

"Indeed, my friend." The captain nodded. "There will be such a king, and he shall rule over his people as you have said, fair and just, but for now, we must turn our sight not towards the throne but the battlefield. Our victory is at hand, but the king's men continue to press us from all sides.
We must continue to make our push to the capitol one city at a time."


They walked into the main tent. A table sat in the middle, a map of the land sprawled out upon it. The captain strolled over to the map and leaned over it. Shinji stood on opposite side and removed his helm.

"See here." The captain unsheathed his dagger, pointing it at the map. "We have taken much of the land in this area. Faelstad and Carthis are under our control. We receive fresh supplies from those cities daily, and our men garrisoned there will serve as a first defense against a push from the king's men towards the west." Slowly, his dagger slid across the map.

"While they hold our position east, we can resume marching our men forward to the capitol. Only a few cities stand in our way."

"Gideon, Elanol, and King's Stead." Shinji muttered. "Cities surrounded by great stone walls, one of which is guarded by the king's elite and four towering golems."

The captain looked up, his brow furrowing. "You doubt the strength of our forces? Why?"

Shinji bowed his head. "Apologies, captain. I did not mean to offend, but we must consider bolstering our ranks before pushing west. The king's men are great in number and strength towards the capitol, and the land is far more open. Here east, we may have a foothold, yes, but pushing west with our meager numbers will only thin our ranks and leave us vulnerable."

"Ah, so you say we need more men. Is that it?"

"Indeed. While our men may be strong, we are few. The strength of the king lies in the number of his men and the breadth of his land."

"And the fact that half these buffoons won't open their eyes to the tyrant he has become. They would rather throw their lives away for the bonds of slavery than fight for their freedom." Gruffly the captain sighed. "So be it. It will be a stretch, but I will gather as many men and women as I can. We will also need to increase our supply to better suit our swelling numbers.
Until then, I want your men to continue their push to the capitol. The throne will be ours soon enough, then we can change this kingdom...for the better.
You are dismissed."


"Captain." Shinji bowed again and left the tent. He thought of the young man, ambitious, but ambition without guidance was folly. It was good that he had come along.
Well this is a stretch from my previous character idea, but...



"Strike then, if it is your wish to taste the ground."




-Shinji Takemitsu-





Born in the far eastern land of Kyoshiro, far beyond the mountains, Shinji (Age 31) grew up never knowing much of his true father. From what his mother told him, he was a wandering ronin who had stopped by at the brothel where she worked. One thing had led to another as they say, and Shinji was born.

Throughout his childhood, Shinji admired the Shogun's samurai as they rode through the town. He would stare in awe of their magnificent armor and the impressive daisho of swords that hung at their hips. Alas, being of the working class, never in his lifetime would the boy be given the chance to become a samurai...or so he had thought.

Years later, his mother had passed away. The young boy was now in his teens and worked by the sweat of his brow everyday on his uncle's farm to earn a living, yet he still carried on his dream of becoming a samurai. Long after his chores were finished, he would grab a bamboo stick and head out to the field to practice. He imagined the enemy before him, his mere stick an elegant and deadly katana in his hands. Then, with a shout, he'd lunge forward, delivering a swift blow at nothing but dead air. Little did the young man know his uncle watched him from afar. It came as a shock to Shinji when the old man told him his form was wrong.

"Keep your balance, place your strong foot forward, and then...strike!" He had said. "I too once knew the life of a samurai, but that was many moons ago. It has been so long since I have held a blade in my hands, but the feeling...it is familiar to me. To be a samurai takes more than swordsmanship. You must learn the code of the warrior, honor, duty, loyalty, bravery, and righteousness. If it is your wish, young one, to be a samurai, then I shall teach you."

And so he did. His uncle's tutelage was harsh, but under his wing Shinji grew to be a samurai. His skill with a katana was impeccable almost, and just as well, he carried himself under a strict code.

The boy grew to be a man. Years of training, years of discipline, so many harsh winters and summers with the scars to prove it. He was now a full fledged samurai under the order of the Shogun Masataka Haru. Shinji served the Shogun dutifully following the years of the War of the Seven Suns. It was upon the field of battle, his skill became legend. With a single blow, Shinji struck down nearly three men at once. He charged across the battlefield with a speed to rival even the gods, and his war cry brought terror to his foes. In but those few short years, he rose through the ranks and cemented his status as commander of the royal guard.

He was honored among his fellow warriors, and praised highly by the Shogun, who became a close friend to him.

But alas, this praise would be short lived.

For every king had his prized possession, and for the Shogun, his most prized was his wife.



Yukina was her name, once a slave girl, she was betrothed to the Shogun at such a young age. Her exotic beauty allured many men, but to touch her would be a death sentence. Nevertheless, that did not stop Yukina from pursuing the affections of Shinji. Bored of her husband, she lusted for the handsome commander. Many times she tried to seduce Shinji, even going so far as to wait for him in his chambers...stark naked.

But Shinji's loyalty to the Shogun was strong. He refused to acknowledge her advances on him. This in turn made the woman resentful of him. If only Shinji had known the woman's cruelty far surpassed her beauty.

One night, the samurai was brought to her chamber. A simple meeting was all he was told, but Shinji had his suspicions. Unfortunately, with sake, Yukina was able to lower the man's resilient guard against her charms. She got him drunk then took him to her bed.

The memories of what transpired were but a blur to Shinji, but the next morning, he was brought before the Shogun, accused of forcing himself upon his wife in a drunken stupor. Enraged was the Shogun by this betrayal. Shinji was sure he would be executed, but instead, the Shogun spared his life and branded upon his right hand a mark of dishonor.

He was banished from his homeland soon after and forced to wander, a warrior without a master, without a purpose. His high rank, stripped by a woman's scorn.



Despite the loss of his status, Shinji still dons the blue armor of his Shogun and wears his tachi and wakazashi proudly upon his hip. He may not bow to a lord, but in his heart, he was still a man of courage and honor. As such, he lives still by a strict code and aids those who cannot defend themselves without any recompense. He is skilled with quite a few weapons and unnarmed combat techniques, but above all, he prefers the way of the sword.

Trained in traditional Kyoshiri swordsmanship, Shinji is quicker than most combatants when it comes to attacking. However, against the thick plate armor of the western kingdoms, his swords are useless unless he can somehow penetrate the gaps and grooves between the plates. He is proficient as well in using pikes and in archery on horseback.

As a man of integrity, Shinji looks down upon thieves and assassins. Thieves undermine a man's honest hard work, and assassins are nothing but cutthroats who kill dishonorably for pay. Should he learn of such, he will not rest until they are brought to justice. Shinji is also a firm supporter of being generous to the poor and believes that a monarch should benefit the people who serve him rather than oppress them. In this new land ripe with conflict, he had no desires before to be wrapped up in their messy politics, but seeing the plight of the peasants firsthand has swayed him to join the rebellion, not as a mercenary but a volunteer.
@WTPR Ok, now that I've officially made an ass of myself on your thread and took the time to look through the interest check, I gotta say I like the premise of this. It feels very Stepford-ish.
@Drakey@EldarionI@Undying Curiosity@DawningAurora@Avali

First IC post is up in case you missed it!
@Roughdragon1[@Eldarionl]

And so he persisted to throw off her charm. Ye Gods, she must have lost her touch or something. Either that or this infuriating fool probably favored a man's touch over a woman's. Ashana's run into those few before. As well, she had yet another blade pressed to her neck. How daft, to cause such a ruckus, and in full view of all.

But indeed, the odds were still in her favor. The knight was off limits, it seemed so, but the dwarf on the other hand, perhaps now would be a good time to meditate upon his offer.

Oh fortune be fickle! I should have known today would see my luck run out...and my patience wearing thin. I could just say to Hell with it and gut the bastard, but he does have a sword to my neck...and somehow he knows about my dagger. What is this fool's game? How is it possible he's leagues ahead of me?

Calm and composed she kept, given her dire straits. This man was brash but not foolish. Perchance even he knew starting a brawl in the tavern would be folly, just as much as Ashana knew cutting his purse and dashing away would only gain her a sword through the gullet.

Dammit all...

She frowned on the inside, admitting her defeat.

And so we must concede our little game of chess, my dearest. Well played, but you're the losing one. Maybe I would have given you my body willingly, yes? Ha! A fat chance of that happening."

She sighed, her head bowed.

"Very well, good sir. It appears by your...unruly behavior, you do not wish for my company. A shame though, my sweet. I could have given you everything you desire." Then, a coy smirk inched across her lips, her tone dripping with venom. "Although...I'm sure your other sword is probably a mere boot knife. You couldn't possibly give me what I want, not with that little todger of yours. So why bother with a tiny prick like you?"

A scoffing laughter as she turned from the knight, a waste of her time, but the day was not completely lost.

"You on the other hand, little man..." Her eyes fell upon the dwarf shortly after. That fat sack of silver would be hers. She gave him a look of sincerity, batting her crimson eyes at him. "Apologies for spurning your offer, but I did not wish to cause a stir. Ah, but perchance you know to treat a woman right, hmm? Perhaps even better than that hot-headed bastard."

A brief glare cast over her shoulder at the knight, then she resumed, gazing rather lustfully into the dwarven man's eyes, her voice, a heated whisper. "So what do you say, love? Would you care to spend some time alone with me? I'm sure a brave, strong dwarf such as you has had many a beautiful maiden, yes?"
@Avali

I got invited to a Christmas parade...

Me...

A certified Scrooge....

So you can imagine how I'm feeling.
@Roughdragon1 Do what you must, but the Black Rose has you tangled in her thorns
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